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Sorry for late post >_<

@Lvl Down

Hmm... so will the people who sign up now that the RP has technically started find their characters already aboard the ship, or will they have to join the crew from the outside?

I was kind of having trouble writing certain details out because I'm not sure if the rest of the crew members are waiting to be established, or if they're all just NPCs of sorts. I left things ambiguous for now though.

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I'd personally really appreciate that!
~Excerpt from Jonathan’s Notebook - Week 319, Day 2~

...by the skin of our teeth. What a dreadful nightmare. It’s not as if I proposed to her right then and there. I only meant to sweep her off her feet with my irresistible charm and let the moment pass. By the heavens, I swear that husbands are really just petty children with grubby fingers in disguise. Surely, I must be the only reasonable and sensitive man in all of Endalia.

In more recent events, I have found my stay aboard the Stormsong to be quite pleasant. I suppose a week must have passed since we embarked along with the crew, and every day since has been marked by a sort of youthful exuberance that I’ve not felt since my days at the Hartford estate.

Alas, I cannot say that I’ve won the favor of our dear captain. Though she has come of age and is strikingly beautiful, she has dismissed all of my advances without a single hint of consideration. I do wonder why she treats me so. I am honorable and kind - a peerless gentleman among a sea of neanderthalic male drones. Yet all I receive in kind is disdain.

Oh what tragedy! How I long to be the subject of her gentle voice’s angelic strains. In fact - I can hear her singing now, as seems to be her morning habit at the wheel. How can the tune she spins ring so sweetly, when the unrequited affections of my heart cry out in bitter anguish?

In contrast, the cannoneer and I have gotten along quite well, and I’ve found myself quite taken with the girl. Ms. Milly Nobel is her name, though she seems to be called Minnie by the other crew members, much to her chagrin. Quite the excitable lass, and fond of incendiaries, much like myself. I wouldn’t dare touch her now, but I believe that in several years time she will grow to become an exquisite rose that causes all other--


THUNK.

Red stars blurred his vision as Jonathan clutched his head in recoil at the blow, sending both his quill and journal tumbling to the deck below. He moaned in agony, but immediately began to panic. He needed to warn the others. They were under attack. Eyes still shut at the impact blindness, Jonathan reached clumsily at his back, his fingers searching frantically for his blunderbuss. But it was no where to be found. He froze. Opening his eyes slowly, Jonathan’s vision returned just in time for him to find the barrel of his own gun pointed right at his face.

“bang.” Song stated flatly. “now you’re dead, and everyone else is too.” She dropped the gun derisively onto the bottom of the crows nest. It landed with a dull thunk.

“Now Song, I--,” Jonathan stammered, attempting to regain his composure. He stood up, and straightened himself out before continuing. “I was merely performing a mental exercise, training my peripheral vision to perform my look out duty as my direct vision was preoccupied with… other things.”

“that turned out quite well, i think.” Song mused dryly.

Jonathan cringed. “Indeed… Well I suppose you’re here to relieve me and take over my look out shift. Yes? Good. Very Good. I’ll leave you to it. Wouldn’t want to distract you, heavens no. I--”

“just go.” Song rolled her eyes, and gracefully seated herself in the crow’s nest, picking up the spyglass that Jonathan had clearly not been using.

Jonathan sighed in mild dejection, and began the slow climb down to the main deck. As his feet hit the wood, he scanned the surface for his journal and quill. How rude could Song possibly be? Sure, he may have endangered the entire crew by neglecting his lookout duties to write in his log, but was that any reason at all to treat him poorly? He didn’t think so.

Now where was that damned notebook?
Oh no... Edward is unconscious AND paralyzed. But I thought when you faint in pokemon, your status effects wear off, and you can't pick up anymore... Not that Edward really has the constitution to wake himself up anytime soon.
Yayyyy so excited! I'll have an intro post within the next few hours up.

Also, how many people are we open to having? If we count @Rin's character, that's 4 ladies alone with Jonathan on the ship, which sounds like a recipe for disaster in the best/worst way possible.

@Lvl Down

Sweet! Looking forward to starting this up!
I am going to die. I am going to die. I am going to die. I am going to die. I am going to die.

His vision blurred and life flashed before his eyes, and he could see his mother, his father, even his servants. How sad they would be be when they found that their beloved Edward had passed in a tragic, but honorable death. His mother would sob and wail beside his coffin. Oh cruelty! Don't cry mother! Don't... cry... Why must the good die young? His hearing had faded into near oblivion, and he could just barely make out the sound of Pallas' voice. Oh beautiful Pallas. If only there was time left in life to wed you, and bring you into the family. We could have been happy. But I will die here. How did he get here? Bleeding out from his arm, with no one to save him. He would bleed until he was just a dry shell of skin and bones. Now he could hear other voices too. The voices of angry men off in the distance. But he couldn't hear what they were saying. They would bury him beneath the oak tree, where they buried all of the Hart-Ellington family for generations. For years on this day, he could see his father standing beside his grave, hands behind his back, growing old with sorrow. The Hart-Ellington line would die with him. Edward felt cold, and numbness began to spread throughout his body. He could feel the life draining from within. This was it. It is over. It is over. It is over. I am dead.

Edward fainted and collapsed to the ground clutching his arm, which had long ago stopped bleeding.

Yeah forreals, I feel like I have to write a wall of text every time I come back to check on this. It's pretty intense.

Also shout out to @Illogical Jim who writes very well and made me chuckle when Ealdwine carelessly tossed Arthelia over his shoulder after fawning over it for 3 pages. That was a nice touch.
Oh nooooo don't leave me behindddd.

Quick Q - Can I do two characters, since they're partners? I kind of had two in mind that I played with a loooooong time ago that I'd be interested in revisiting. I can modify it to fit the premise as needed.



Aw man I really want in! Like reeeeeeally want in. Sky Pirates are love, and Balthier from FFXII is my fave character of all time. This is exactly the kind of RP I was waiting for!!!
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