Sarpedon

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

He's on deck, eh? she's not going to find him in his cabin. and if she announced to the whole crew that it was dinner time, then the captain would be even more likely to remain at his post, to ensure things didn't go to shit while everyone is eating...

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

Octavius found himself in his cabin at some point. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten there, but assumed some combination of the mind-destroying boredom and the rage building inside him was to blame. With that in mind, he decided, based on the amount of light filtering into his window, that now was probably a good time to see about dinner. Having given up, he supposed he could try whatever Ceres managed to cook up for the rest of the crew. In a worst case scenario, he supposed he would die. Not exactly the death he was looking for, but he supposed beggars couldn't be choosers. So, with a sigh, a shrug, and a cursory look around his room, he headed for the helm, figuring he would take over for his first mate while she cooked. Upon arrival, however, he discovered that the woman had already departed, and he chuckled. "Get out of the way." he said. His voice was quiet, almost soft. The violence it carried was still ominous however, and the sailor moved with some motivation as the captain took the wheel once more. He supposed it was a good thing that the woman was already cooking, since that would mean they got to eat sooner. He didn't like the way she had just waltzed off to get to it, though. He had told her to do this job, so the fact that she just passed it off was not exactly promising. At the same time, it was his own fault. The warlord sighed again, and wondered what he was going to do about all this. Finding his first target would make things a lot easier. With another man loyal to him on board, he'd be more comfortable. On top of that, he'd be another step closer to his goal. The next step was likely going to be harder than even surviving the Grand Line, but he supposed it would have to get done some way. He wasn't going anywhere serious without Luther and Griggs at his back. Again, Captain Cuttlam had to push such ambitions away, focusing on the task at hand before his mind tore itself apart. Out of boredom, he started steering the ship back and forth idly, sending them one way, and then another, without any clear purpose. He got a couple of strange looks from the crew down below, but they didn't question it. He gave that up after several unnecessary turns, and then waved over one of the more piratical members of his crew. "Go find me what flags we've got on board." he ordered. "I want to see what our options are. We're going to need more than idle wanderings to get to the Powder Keg..." he ordered quietly. The man headed off immediately, and that left the captain to wait patiently, wondering if they had anything entertaining that could really draw in some exciting opponents... ((bad guys show up after dinner? maybe the powder keg?))

Tales of Eyreseum - The False King

Those go in the character tab, eh?

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

Octavius grinned as the ship started moving once more. The timing was almost perfect. They would work on that. As it was, he figured they were still going well. The survivors would head back to port and let everyone know that there was another pirate in town, and that this one meant business. The memory of a man with a furry daemon for an arm would surely terrify all involved, and maybe some would remember who the real king of pirates was. He was smiling at the thought when Ceres approached. His expression faded at the sight of her, but he didn't seem terribly upset. She just wanted to confirm that they were to continue on their way. "Aye, back on our way." he agreed, doing a circuit of the deck to see what they had pulled off the ship. Mostly supplies, it seemed. Most of the men who'd been sailors and not pirates didn't seem to agree with the idea of looting anything and everything. The pirates in the crew had been quick, however, and he thought he noted pockets hanging slightly heavier, which made him smile. He just hoped that this bunch would be tough enough to survive a few moments against their target. Rather than worry about anything, though the warlord focused on relaxing, which largely involved staying away from his first mate so she couldn't stress him out with her strange inclination toward pushing his buttons. It turned out that staying calm was a lot harder than he thought, though. The waiting was starting to get to him, and he hadn't even been waiting very long since their last exciting event. He then realized he'd never had this problem before. When he'd been the king, the waiting was fine. Every second he wasn't busy, was a second spent revelling in the power that came with being the best. Now he was stuck here waiting. He supposed he was on the path to his previous position, but it wasn't good enough. He wanted to be back there already. Instead he was stuck on a useless ship with his crew scattered to the wind. No one even knew his name...

Tales of Eyreseum - For the Emperor

where's your character derek?

The great pirate era. (Sanquin/Sarpedon)

Octavius laughed as his first mate shouted about bracing for impact. He was very prepared for the crush of two ships rocketing into one another, and the captain was barely phased as the two vessels collided. He stepped nimbly from one ship to the next, scattergun in hand, and a sickening grin splitting his face. The Duchess Gambit smashed viciously into the merchant freighter. First, the poor mermaid that the warlord had shared drinks with was crushed between the two sea-faring craft, but once she was smashed to splinters and matchsticks, the merchant's hull followed suit, giving in easily to the larger ship as it shoved its way through the doomed ship as unceremoniously as possible. By the time the words that Cere's bellowed had reached his ears, they were being drowned out by shotgun fire as Captain Cuttlam did his thing. His opponents had begun to scatter as soon as they could move safely, without risk of being tossed overboard. Their companion who had not listened to such advice was now in the drink, and would likely remain there for the remainder of his life. For the rest of them, there was an angry pirate to fight. He fired once and watched a man collapse, his chest torn up by lead shot. He fired again, and watched another man's arm bones turned to powder as he tried to escape the assault. His dive only resulted in a slower death for the poor bastard. The next man in line survived for a precious few seconds more, as the third round in Octavius' shotgun refused to fire. He racked the slide and chambered another shell. This one fired nicely, and the spread of shot took out a running man at the knees. The four healthy sailors that remained were scrambling for defences, and one of them appeared to be successful. Unfortunately for the freighter's crew, success was measured on a scale, and on this scale, even success meant failure in the face of the pirate lord with a host of insecurities. When one of the sailors produced what appeared to be a brace of single-shot pistols strapped to a rail and fired the whole volley with the pull of a string, their assailant reacted faster than any of them could have imagined. His left arm exploded, showering everyone nearby, including the shooter, in gore. However they quickly realized this was not a result of the shots being fired at the captain, mostly because the triggers were still being pulled at this point. His shotgun had disappeared when his arm exploded, but in the same instant, a massive canine head, attached to a seemingly endless neck had replaced the original appendage that protruded from his arm. It curled around in front of the pistols and soaked up the gunshots as if they were not potentially lethal wounds. From there, the monstrous protuberance whipped around, back toward the shooter. Continuing to grow, it bit the man in half without effort. When its maw reopened, however, the sailors that dared to look would not see any normal mouth. Instead, Octavius' arm protruded from what should have been a cavernous, slavering pit of terror and death. Clutched in the hand on the end of that arm, was a shotgun, and he pulled the trigger as easily as if he'd been holding it properly. Another life was extinguished violently, blood soaking everything nearby. At this point, Captain Cuttlam began to chuckle. He whipped his canine "arm" about and knocked any remaining sailors he could see into the drink, before his laughter erupted in full force. He was truly a psychotic sight to see. Even as his fellow pirates joined him on the deck of the fallen ship, he laughed, doing little to retain command. "Loot the place. Take what you can, let the rest drown." he ordered in a brief instant of sanity, before he returned to his blood-soaked chuckles. His monstrous arm returned to its place inside him, and he set to reloading his shotgun as he headed for the deck of his own ship, wondering how long it would last. Not long if he treated it like this, but he supposed it would be luck to get out of a fight with the Powder Keg with anything intact. "Hold on, my love. You'll rest soon enough." he promised the ship beneath him as he headed for the helm. Even in a best case scenario, the Duchess Gambit wasn't going to survive their destination...

Tales of Eyreseum - For the Emperor

nice, I'm back!

Tales of Eyreseum - For the Emperor

I'll be around.

Tales of Eyreseum - For the Emperor

Neat! sounds interesting

Tales of Eyreseum - For the Emperor

all right, so we've got one character, and the rp is starting? I like it.