Saarebas

Spliced

"Oh no are you going to turn me into a mutant freak?!... Oh wait you did that already." Marshall said with a smirk looking back at the head scientist, but he did start to walk with a slight brisk pace, he didn't need to have any more animal DNA shoved into him and knowing his luck he'd end up getting the cow genome. When he say Alex using his wings Marshall got the idea. Well that seems like the way to go. He then spread his arms and his wings formed. With a slight jump Marshall was than gliding lazily around the gym.

Spliced

"Oh goodie a prize. I do hope that it's a box of chocolate." Marshall with the mocking tone of a giddy school girl. He then turned and ran two steps before stopping. "Woo what a work out." He said while pretending to be out of breath. "Now where are the five pound weights? I need to get my lift on." He said with a smirk and flexing his non existent muscles.

The Black Tide

Guyton let Eri hug his arm but he keep his gaze forward out to the sea. "I don't know. Ya can name her... er it whatever you feel like."

Spliced

Marshall lazily followed the rest of his fellow freaks to the gym just in time to see Alex, Or rather sparky as Marshall would forever see him as, to continue his little prodding of the obvious class favorite. And people call me immature. Marshall thought to himself before turning his attention back to the head scientist. "Hey creepy scientist dude number seven mind if I call out a few problems with your plan here?" Marshall called from the back of the group with a slight smirk in his voice. "First off not all of us are killers here, some of us are just descent people that know how to use a computer. So why should you expect us to be able to do any of this stuff?" He said with a chuckle. "Also do you think giving guns to people you're holding here against their will is a good idea?"

The Black Tide

Guyton let out a slight sigh and waved away the fish. "Like I said can't have any rum. I let one of those bastards die the captain will have my ass." He said before digging into his make shift satchel. "Oh yeah almost forgot." He then pulled out a small cloth doll that resembled Eri. He handed it to her with out looking down to her.

The Black Tide

YOU'LL HAVE STEW AND YOU'LL LIKE IT!!

Arkham Asylum: Diaries of the mad

I was trying to wait and see if anyone else was interested but this seems to be it

The Black Tide

Guyton was more than a bit irritated from his little chat with Guy, his cooking was one of his passions and for that boy to insult it did nothing to improve Guyton's naturally sour mood. When he saw Eri cooking a fish she caught he thought nothing of it, but when he spotted the other crew members eyeing it was when the large man snapped. "Alright you Bloodclots get you asses into the galley and eat the damn stew I made! Or next time we dock and you feel like shagging whatever whore that will let you into her birches I'll let you figure out how to get rid of the itch!" He called out the crew who quickly fled into the galley and began serving themselves. "Damn idoits.." Guyton said under his breath before leaning against the rail of the ship.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

As the little group made their way from the more tolerable part of the city to it's slums a sickened sneer came to Tagorn's face, he silently thanked the nine that he at least had his mask covering his face. Tagorn had come use to the smells of the long since dead, battle fields soaked in blood of the fallen, burning bodies, even the rancid odors that always shrouded the shrines of Namira. But there was a smell that always succeeded in making the Bosmer sick to his very stomach, and it was of poverty. Honestly the smells of the poor, sick, and weak was enough to irritate Tagorn but to be surrounded by it like he was, well needless to say it took all of the Wood elf's strength to keep from gaging or ripping out the throat of the nearest beggar. Luckily for everyone around him it wasn't long till his attention was grabbed by a voice beckoning for the human leading the group.

When Tagorn turned his gaze to the voice he was greeted by the sight of a Khajiit nearly tackling Kayal. Great another reason to stay longer in this crap pit. Tagorn thought to himself as he silently watch the exchange between his crewmates and the Khajiit, who was apparently was named Nalla. Tagorn felt he was about to explode until he heard the Renrija-Krin brought up. So there is a point be hind this after all. He thought with a very slight smirk. He again remained silent as Kayal filled Nalla in on the info. Tagorn had almost drifted off into his thoughts of killing beggars again when Nalla ask who he was. Though he was in no to put on his little act he smirked before taking a slight bow. "The ever faithful Tagorn at your service my lady."

The Black Tide

Guyton simply shook his head when Eri ran off, honestly he was surprised she hadn't did soon her. Guyton was stirring the pot when he heard Guy's break in. The chef really did try to let the comment go, but there were only a few select things that could irritate him and someone insulting his cooking just so happened to be one of them. Guyton pulled the cleaver that he had wedged into the wall earlier out with ease before turning to Guy. "Okay boy lets get something straight. You, me and the rest of those salt water drinking bastards out there are pirates, we don't live the life of ease we take from those who do. So if this food is not to yer liking you can simply not eat it." He then pointed the cleaver at the scrape bucket from before. "And like I already said you don't want to eat my cooking you can have at what ever is in there." He then slamed the cleaver back into the wall before heading back up on deck.