Well that clears up some things, I was worried there for a bit...
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Leaving 20 September until 30 October. Going to be a shitty time in the field. Probably going to be a week after that before I even think about writing again.
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Course is over! Whoop! Whoop!
I have no fucking clue what the fuck is going on.
Posting speed and availability is subject to change without notice, and I won't have internet when my vacation ends, which is tomorrow...
Thank you, have a nice day!
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When? I legitimately don't remember doing that, and I can't find evidence of it anywhere...
Stop shooting seven year old girls cal, it's not nice.
Octavius had obviously startled his enemies, and a shotgun blast into their midst seemed to deter them further, so he moved to track down the man he was looking forward to seeing again. Before he had to turn back and ward off the crew of the Powder Keg, though, Ace was kind enough to show up and start cutting people to ribbons. He could practically feel the man's talent radiating outward from his swordswings, and was glad he'd chosen to specialize in the scattergun. He'd yet to meet anyone who could use a shotgun like he could. And thanks to that, clearing a path to Cyrus proved simple enough. A hail of lead, fire, and blood lead the way, as the captain shredded a swathe across the deck.
He finally caught his gunnery captain trying to descend below decks for whatever reason. He tucked his weapon under his arm and grabbed the man by the bicep, stopping his progress. "Where do you think you're going, lad?" Captain Cuttlam scolded in mock anger, surprising his quarry, who obviously recognized the voice. He turned, and looked as if he might have jumped out of his skin had such a thing been possible. "You're coming with me." the warlord growled, and Cyrus had no argument. Indeed, he wasted no time in following his old friend away from the hatches, and back toward the Duchess Gambit.
"Fancy meeting you here!" Cyrus proclaimed as he shot one of his former crewmates in the back, obviously not terribly keen on the men he'd been serving with.
"I've been looking for you." Octavius replied with a chuckle. "You're a hard man to get to." he added as another enemy fell to his shotgun. He managed to reload only a single shot before another fear-crazed combatant rushed him. That was more than enough, though, as he managed to slay two men with the one shot. Then he stuffed another two rounds into the scattergun and moved to retreat to his own ship. "Fall back!" he bellowed as loud as he could. The roar of gunfire and the clashing of steel on steel was quieted by his shout, and anyone with any sense would be moving off the Powder Keg in a hurry. To set the example, the pirate used his daemonic arm to coil around his gunnery captain, before latching onto the mainmast of his own ship, before yanking the two of them across the gap, where he set down his newest crew member, and then looked to make sure that at least the people he cared about were around before they started moving away from the doomed vessel...
He finally caught his gunnery captain trying to descend below decks for whatever reason. He tucked his weapon under his arm and grabbed the man by the bicep, stopping his progress. "Where do you think you're going, lad?" Captain Cuttlam scolded in mock anger, surprising his quarry, who obviously recognized the voice. He turned, and looked as if he might have jumped out of his skin had such a thing been possible. "You're coming with me." the warlord growled, and Cyrus had no argument. Indeed, he wasted no time in following his old friend away from the hatches, and back toward the Duchess Gambit.
"Fancy meeting you here!" Cyrus proclaimed as he shot one of his former crewmates in the back, obviously not terribly keen on the men he'd been serving with.
"I've been looking for you." Octavius replied with a chuckle. "You're a hard man to get to." he added as another enemy fell to his shotgun. He managed to reload only a single shot before another fear-crazed combatant rushed him. That was more than enough, though, as he managed to slay two men with the one shot. Then he stuffed another two rounds into the scattergun and moved to retreat to his own ship. "Fall back!" he bellowed as loud as he could. The roar of gunfire and the clashing of steel on steel was quieted by his shout, and anyone with any sense would be moving off the Powder Keg in a hurry. To set the example, the pirate used his daemonic arm to coil around his gunnery captain, before latching onto the mainmast of his own ship, before yanking the two of them across the gap, where he set down his newest crew member, and then looked to make sure that at least the people he cared about were around before they started moving away from the doomed vessel...
Who shoots a seven year old girl? what an asshole!
no worries. I'm here all week.
Ricky - Main Street, Walker, LA - Chae, Moksha
Ricky turned when he heard Chae start breaking down again. She was taking the loss of her old friend hard. Indeed, he'd lost count of the number of times she'd collapsed in the street now. He'd given up on consoling her, but still refused to leave her behind. So like before, as she fell to her knees, he moved to defend her until she got herself back together. There weren't many zombies around, and the three that had thought to make a meal of this incredibly sad woman quickly discovered that the man in the way was not so easily defeated. He hacked the heads from the undead almost effortlessly, the heavy blade of his knife cleaving through their necks like a butcher hacked through joints on a carcass.
No more ghouls showed up this time, thankfully, and the chef began to wonder if he'd killed them all yet. He had certainly tried, with the number of times his new friend was giving up continuing. Of course, she always found more strength to carry on eventually, and this time they had little to worry about when the pair managed to keep going. Another zombie hove into view ahead, and Ricky sped up to kill it before it could really become a problem. His friend recited some poetry while he executed the monster with a stab through the eye socket, and a twist of his toothpick.
He paused to look around while his companion caught up, and when she did, he regretted it a little. The woman was going mad from grief. She laughed and cried and went on about whatever strange poem she was distracted by. And he began to wonder if it might be a mercy to just kill her. Of course, he knew he wouldn't be able to. She was the first person he'd met in a very long time that wasn't trying to kill him. He couldn't kill her, because he wasn't sure what he'd do if he wound up all alone again. Finally she stopped leaning on him, only to ask if they might find a liquor store or something. "I'm sure we can find something." he offered in reply, thinking it might not be so terrible to get quietly fucked up for once. Sure, it was terrible for his health, and worse now that they had to hide from zombies. That wasn't going to stop him, a drunken stupor was probably the only release he'd get from this fucked up world.
"Let's go get sloshed, eh?" he suggested, leading the way once more. He was pretty sure it wouldn't be too difficult to locate a liquor store even without a competent navigator. If he was honest, he'd only given Chae the job because he was hoping it would distract her enough to have her not collapsing in the street every ten minutes or so. Obviously that hadn't worked out, so he would just have to find them something to drink, and make sure no one got eaten in the process...
Ricky turned when he heard Chae start breaking down again. She was taking the loss of her old friend hard. Indeed, he'd lost count of the number of times she'd collapsed in the street now. He'd given up on consoling her, but still refused to leave her behind. So like before, as she fell to her knees, he moved to defend her until she got herself back together. There weren't many zombies around, and the three that had thought to make a meal of this incredibly sad woman quickly discovered that the man in the way was not so easily defeated. He hacked the heads from the undead almost effortlessly, the heavy blade of his knife cleaving through their necks like a butcher hacked through joints on a carcass.
No more ghouls showed up this time, thankfully, and the chef began to wonder if he'd killed them all yet. He had certainly tried, with the number of times his new friend was giving up continuing. Of course, she always found more strength to carry on eventually, and this time they had little to worry about when the pair managed to keep going. Another zombie hove into view ahead, and Ricky sped up to kill it before it could really become a problem. His friend recited some poetry while he executed the monster with a stab through the eye socket, and a twist of his toothpick.
He paused to look around while his companion caught up, and when she did, he regretted it a little. The woman was going mad from grief. She laughed and cried and went on about whatever strange poem she was distracted by. And he began to wonder if it might be a mercy to just kill her. Of course, he knew he wouldn't be able to. She was the first person he'd met in a very long time that wasn't trying to kill him. He couldn't kill her, because he wasn't sure what he'd do if he wound up all alone again. Finally she stopped leaning on him, only to ask if they might find a liquor store or something. "I'm sure we can find something." he offered in reply, thinking it might not be so terrible to get quietly fucked up for once. Sure, it was terrible for his health, and worse now that they had to hide from zombies. That wasn't going to stop him, a drunken stupor was probably the only release he'd get from this fucked up world.
"Let's go get sloshed, eh?" he suggested, leading the way once more. He was pretty sure it wouldn't be too difficult to locate a liquor store even without a competent navigator. If he was honest, he'd only given Chae the job because he was hoping it would distract her enough to have her not collapsing in the street every ten minutes or so. Obviously that hadn't worked out, so he would just have to find them something to drink, and make sure no one got eaten in the process...
Octavius wasn't terribly concerned about the ship, not at this point. He was going to have to get his first mate a new ship, of that he was certain, but as long as this one worked enough for them to limp back to port, he supposed they would be fine. For the moment, they were making do, the few useful crew members carrying the rest. And what a weight it was. The helmsman was useless, but someone sorted that out in a hurry, and when the captain had time to look, he discovered Ceres dealing with it. Thankfully, it wasn't a big deal, since they managed to hole the bow of the Powder Keg before much longer, meaning that once the powder they had on deck was gone, there'd be very little left for the other ship's crew to do.
And almost as soon as the hole appeared, the ship started turning. Captain Cuttlam reacted accordingly. "Prepare to board!" he bellowed, and everyone made a mad dash for ropes, ladders, and weapons. All save a few, that he stopped with a glare. "Load those two cannons with shot. I'll give the command to fire." he instructed, not yelling this time, which surprised the gun crews, and sparked them into action even faster. As the two ships drew closer, everyone returned to the deck, ready to board. This was the critical point. They didn't have much choice to do anything but board the ship, so he just needed to get to his old friend before anything happened to him. And making sure that happened was just a matter of being faster than anyone else.
And being the sort of person who didn't much care about risk to his personal health in times like this, Octavius had no problem being the first one on the enemy deck. First, though, they were going to need some space. So he used his monster-head arm to heft one of the cannons as the ships drew closer. He watched as eyes widened in fear on the other deck. No one expected to be facing someone with a daemon for an arm, that could lift up cannons like it was nothing. "Fire!" he bellowed as he picked his target, and someone rushed to light off the powder in the cannon while he was still on target. And when the thing went off, a hail of shot ripped a hole in the press of pirates that had been preparing to board, and then he dropped that cannon, and picked up the next one. The warlord didn't want to take chances. The ships were getting closer together, and things were getting tenser. He aimed the second cannon, and again shouted for someone to fire the gun for him.
This time, though, he spotted the man he was looking for, just before the massive cannon he was wielding went off. He jerked it to the side in an effort to spare Cyrus the fury that had been loaded into the weapon, and instead sprayed another hail of lead and death into the same spot he'd fired at earlier. The cannon hit the deck, and then the captain's canine arm seemed to explode forward like it was some kind of magical grappling hook, latching onto the mainmast of their target, and suddenly yanking the man in charge of the ship from his deck, to the enemy's. He dropped to the deck, a shotgun in his human hand, and his canine arm gnashing its teeth violently. A solid half of the pirates turned to face him now, looking unsure as to what they should be doing with this obviously terrifying warrior invading their space. Octavius took advantage of this and moved toward his goal, wondering how the reunion was going to go...
And almost as soon as the hole appeared, the ship started turning. Captain Cuttlam reacted accordingly. "Prepare to board!" he bellowed, and everyone made a mad dash for ropes, ladders, and weapons. All save a few, that he stopped with a glare. "Load those two cannons with shot. I'll give the command to fire." he instructed, not yelling this time, which surprised the gun crews, and sparked them into action even faster. As the two ships drew closer, everyone returned to the deck, ready to board. This was the critical point. They didn't have much choice to do anything but board the ship, so he just needed to get to his old friend before anything happened to him. And making sure that happened was just a matter of being faster than anyone else.
And being the sort of person who didn't much care about risk to his personal health in times like this, Octavius had no problem being the first one on the enemy deck. First, though, they were going to need some space. So he used his monster-head arm to heft one of the cannons as the ships drew closer. He watched as eyes widened in fear on the other deck. No one expected to be facing someone with a daemon for an arm, that could lift up cannons like it was nothing. "Fire!" he bellowed as he picked his target, and someone rushed to light off the powder in the cannon while he was still on target. And when the thing went off, a hail of shot ripped a hole in the press of pirates that had been preparing to board, and then he dropped that cannon, and picked up the next one. The warlord didn't want to take chances. The ships were getting closer together, and things were getting tenser. He aimed the second cannon, and again shouted for someone to fire the gun for him.
This time, though, he spotted the man he was looking for, just before the massive cannon he was wielding went off. He jerked it to the side in an effort to spare Cyrus the fury that had been loaded into the weapon, and instead sprayed another hail of lead and death into the same spot he'd fired at earlier. The cannon hit the deck, and then the captain's canine arm seemed to explode forward like it was some kind of magical grappling hook, latching onto the mainmast of their target, and suddenly yanking the man in charge of the ship from his deck, to the enemy's. He dropped to the deck, a shotgun in his human hand, and his canine arm gnashing its teeth violently. A solid half of the pirates turned to face him now, looking unsure as to what they should be doing with this obviously terrifying warrior invading their space. Octavius took advantage of this and moved toward his goal, wondering how the reunion was going to go...
Yeah, that would be pretty gross
two weeks? wow, time flies...
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