@Mokley I can have Edward play a creepy puppet master, moving their bodies around and putting words into their mouths for them. Oh wait. That's what we do isn't it? o.o
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Haha, familiar looking characters abound!
And for what it's worth, I just decided to just look up pictures for my characters, so it's easier to get a gist of what they look like.
I also removed the part about Song having a bunch of small blades to clear up room for a ninja slot. Hopefully there's not too much overlap.
Just a bit of housekeeping.
And for what it's worth, I just decided to just look up pictures for my characters, so it's easier to get a gist of what they look like.
I also removed the part about Song having a bunch of small blades to clear up room for a ninja slot. Hopefully there's not too much overlap.
Just a bit of housekeeping.
@KoL sure! Maybe not like childhood friends, but perhaps they had seen each other enough to recognize one another. I'd suppose Char also knows Caine (Jonathan's brother) and what happened to Jonathan's father as well.
I'll edit my post to play a bit on this.
I'll edit my post to play a bit on this.
"Jonathan! What are you and Song doing up there? The cargo bay has plenty of more space and privacy."
Jonathan, who had just begun his descent, peered over the edge of the crow’s nest to shoot Song a flirtatious smile. “Oh yes indeed. The cargo bay would provide a much better place for a passionate rendezvous, wouldn’t you say, love?”
Song completely ignored him and leaned over to respond to Melody instead, cupping her hands over her mouth to help her soft voice carry over the wind. “I’ll be taking over the look out shift from this incompetently impudent slacker, captain! Just save me a bit of bread and I’ll have it when someone can relieve me.”
Jonathan smirked, then made to continue down the mast. He saw Song rustle around before peering back over the edge of the crows nest. “you forgot this.” she said flatly. “catch.”
Jonathan’s beloved blunderbuss came sailing over the edge, and he nearly plummeted to his death as he reached to catch it. He barely was able to hold on to the gun with his pinky, though he found himself hanging on to the ladder with only one hand. He gulped, cursed, and regained his footing. What an wonderful way to start the day, almost splattering into a bloody mess on the main deck! Blasted woman, that Song.
Up in the crow’s nest, Song smirked to herself bemusedly, extended the spyglass, and scanned the horizon.
When Jonathan reached the deck, he found his notebook and quill not far from where the mast was planted. Sighing in a mixture of agony and relief, he tucked both items into his suit pocket, then strolled towards the kitchen.
On the way, he noticed the ship’s explosives expert milling about on the deck. Immediately, he brightened up, tipped his hat, and stopped a minute to chat. “Ah, Ms. Nobel! Good morning to you, dear,” said Jonathan, who then put his hands on his hips in genuine amazement as his eyes widened. “Is it just me, or have you grown just a little taller since even yesterday? My my, surely you will overtake all the other ladies in no time! Not to mention that your charm continues to multiply by the day.” He chuckled gently, careful to make sure that the girl knew that he wasn't just teasing her. “And I do hope you will be joining us for breakfast this morning,” said Jonathan. “It’s always an excellent way to ensure that you can get a head up over your competition, if you know what I mean.”
He continued his leisurely stroll before catching himself and turning around again. “Oh and if you would be so kind as to humor me, perhaps after breakfast, I can show you something quite interesting.”
Jonathan turned from Milly with an affected air of mystery, then entered the kitchen.
He flashed a hesitant smile at the morning’s cook. “Top of the morning, Ms. Eavesburg. This appears to be quite the lovely spread.”
He paused a moment to study her, however. When he and Song arrived on the Stormsong a week ago, he was shocked to find Charlotte also aboard. Years of memories almost caught up to him, and her very presence onboard made him feel a bit awkward. He had not seen her since his father's funeral many years ago, when she was just a child, and he could imagine that she was heartbroken to hear that he had set off to become a pirate. In his own heart, he had made peace that he would never see her again, so what were the odds, nay, what fate would conspire that they would somehow reunite on a pirate ship? Even so, in the past week, he was not able to chat with Charlotte in private, and he still had many questions to ask her. Why she was here on the Stormsong? Why did she leave the Eavesburg estate? What was Mr. Eavesburg's reaction to all of this?
He shook those questions off for the time being, and turned to greet the captain, though with a bit more of a caustic edge. “And my, captain, has anyone told you that you look absolutely ravishing today?” asked Jonathan with exaggerated aplomb. “It would be nigh impossible not to swoon at your grace at this hour. How you manage to appear so lovely so early in the morning is a mystery fit only for the celestial beings themselves.”
He smiled at himself, then stepped back to let the lady members of the crew take their food first.
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Jonathan, who had just begun his descent, peered over the edge of the crow’s nest to shoot Song a flirtatious smile. “Oh yes indeed. The cargo bay would provide a much better place for a passionate rendezvous, wouldn’t you say, love?”
Song completely ignored him and leaned over to respond to Melody instead, cupping her hands over her mouth to help her soft voice carry over the wind. “I’ll be taking over the look out shift from this incompetently impudent slacker, captain! Just save me a bit of bread and I’ll have it when someone can relieve me.”
Jonathan smirked, then made to continue down the mast. He saw Song rustle around before peering back over the edge of the crows nest. “you forgot this.” she said flatly. “catch.”
Jonathan’s beloved blunderbuss came sailing over the edge, and he nearly plummeted to his death as he reached to catch it. He barely was able to hold on to the gun with his pinky, though he found himself hanging on to the ladder with only one hand. He gulped, cursed, and regained his footing. What an wonderful way to start the day, almost splattering into a bloody mess on the main deck! Blasted woman, that Song.
Up in the crow’s nest, Song smirked to herself bemusedly, extended the spyglass, and scanned the horizon.
When Jonathan reached the deck, he found his notebook and quill not far from where the mast was planted. Sighing in a mixture of agony and relief, he tucked both items into his suit pocket, then strolled towards the kitchen.
On the way, he noticed the ship’s explosives expert milling about on the deck. Immediately, he brightened up, tipped his hat, and stopped a minute to chat. “Ah, Ms. Nobel! Good morning to you, dear,” said Jonathan, who then put his hands on his hips in genuine amazement as his eyes widened. “Is it just me, or have you grown just a little taller since even yesterday? My my, surely you will overtake all the other ladies in no time! Not to mention that your charm continues to multiply by the day.” He chuckled gently, careful to make sure that the girl knew that he wasn't just teasing her. “And I do hope you will be joining us for breakfast this morning,” said Jonathan. “It’s always an excellent way to ensure that you can get a head up over your competition, if you know what I mean.”
He continued his leisurely stroll before catching himself and turning around again. “Oh and if you would be so kind as to humor me, perhaps after breakfast, I can show you something quite interesting.”
Jonathan turned from Milly with an affected air of mystery, then entered the kitchen.
He flashed a hesitant smile at the morning’s cook. “Top of the morning, Ms. Eavesburg. This appears to be quite the lovely spread.”
He paused a moment to study her, however. When he and Song arrived on the Stormsong a week ago, he was shocked to find Charlotte also aboard. Years of memories almost caught up to him, and her very presence onboard made him feel a bit awkward. He had not seen her since his father's funeral many years ago, when she was just a child, and he could imagine that she was heartbroken to hear that he had set off to become a pirate. In his own heart, he had made peace that he would never see her again, so what were the odds, nay, what fate would conspire that they would somehow reunite on a pirate ship? Even so, in the past week, he was not able to chat with Charlotte in private, and he still had many questions to ask her. Why she was here on the Stormsong? Why did she leave the Eavesburg estate? What was Mr. Eavesburg's reaction to all of this?
He shook those questions off for the time being, and turned to greet the captain, though with a bit more of a caustic edge. “And my, captain, has anyone told you that you look absolutely ravishing today?” asked Jonathan with exaggerated aplomb. “It would be nigh impossible not to swoon at your grace at this hour. How you manage to appear so lovely so early in the morning is a mystery fit only for the celestial beings themselves.”
He smiled at himself, then stepped back to let the lady members of the crew take their food first.
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@KoL Jonathan's father was a wealthy merchant, just like Char's father was! I think it'd be cool to work that connection in somehow. Two sheltered rich kids off to become pirates. Though at least Char seems to have her head screwed on correctly.
So Edward honestly believes that he's in purgatory and will prove absolutely useless to advancing any sort of progression... Meanwhile, Milo is actually dying, and everyone's still frozen.
Sorry @karamonnom I was waiting to make that Poe reference this whole time.
Sorry @karamonnom I was waiting to make that Poe reference this whole time.
Ah well. It was a good life. I suppose I never did get to see the rest of the world, but what can be done? I feel awfully heavy though. I'd imagine that it's time I got started on my stay in purgatory. This'll take quite a bit of time. Heheh.
Edward felt a stirring from within. Perhaps it was the afterlife calling. It felt awfully cushy, though it smelled rather musty and dank... rather like that accursed tavern he had died in.
Slowly, he cracked open the lids of his eyes, and through the blurry haze he could make out a beautiful figure above him. Strange, he thought. This doesn't seem quite as bad as that old geezer Priest back at home said. But as his eyes regained their full spectrum, he gasped in shock. It was Pallas! She sat above him frozen like a doll, cradling him gently in her arms. In terror, he shot up, stumbling away from her statue like arms into the center of the tavern. His eyes darted back and forth, trying to gain his bearings.
It was The Bawdy Dog. He calmed down a bit, though his fear turned to dubious curiosity. His purgatory was a recreation of The Bawdy Dog, complete with still figures, like perfectly cast wax dolls of all the people who were present when he died. He exhaled in wonderment. Why did it turn out this way? And why the odd decoration?
He looked around again, to see what strange statues he'd spend the next several hundred years with.
The bloody feather clad demon who mocked him earlier was laid out across the table, caught in a pose that looked like a dance. He clicked his tongue in disgust.
His unsavory former music instructor was frozen in a duel with the scantily clad bandaged woman. Ugh. Now his smug face will haunt me for years.
A short dwarf stood in between them, appearing to be calling for peace.
The priest stood by Pallas, with a stern expression at the drunk, who was lying on his back with a panicked look on his face.
The unkind wolf girl bartender was frozen in a scream.
The bartender and the barmaid were frozen in fear.
The young girl was hunched over, breathing heavily, clutching at her bloodied chest, where a knife was lodged.
At least that odd grey skinned girl was nowhere to be found.
Wait. Edward’s head turned slowly to Milo. She was moving, and panting for air, appearing to be in dire need of immediate medical assistance.
What a dreadful apparition, thought Edward, not thinking for a second that he should help her.
He sighed, and sauntered over to the bar, taking a pensive sip from one of the tankards on the countertop as he surveyed the room again. This was reality for the next several hundred years, so he might as well get used to it.
He made his way back to the frozen duel, pulling off Seloria’s cloak and throwing it over Ealdwine’s face. At least that would help for at least several decades.
At the center of the tavern, he laid back into the bust of Pallas (oho), bemusedly cradling her concerned face in his hands. He smiled for a bit, before his expression faded into resignation. There would be no exit. At least not for a long while.
“Well, well, let’s get on with it.”
Edward felt a stirring from within. Perhaps it was the afterlife calling. It felt awfully cushy, though it smelled rather musty and dank... rather like that accursed tavern he had died in.
Slowly, he cracked open the lids of his eyes, and through the blurry haze he could make out a beautiful figure above him. Strange, he thought. This doesn't seem quite as bad as that old geezer Priest back at home said. But as his eyes regained their full spectrum, he gasped in shock. It was Pallas! She sat above him frozen like a doll, cradling him gently in her arms. In terror, he shot up, stumbling away from her statue like arms into the center of the tavern. His eyes darted back and forth, trying to gain his bearings.
It was The Bawdy Dog. He calmed down a bit, though his fear turned to dubious curiosity. His purgatory was a recreation of The Bawdy Dog, complete with still figures, like perfectly cast wax dolls of all the people who were present when he died. He exhaled in wonderment. Why did it turn out this way? And why the odd decoration?
He looked around again, to see what strange statues he'd spend the next several hundred years with.
The bloody feather clad demon who mocked him earlier was laid out across the table, caught in a pose that looked like a dance. He clicked his tongue in disgust.
His unsavory former music instructor was frozen in a duel with the scantily clad bandaged woman. Ugh. Now his smug face will haunt me for years.
A short dwarf stood in between them, appearing to be calling for peace.
The priest stood by Pallas, with a stern expression at the drunk, who was lying on his back with a panicked look on his face.
The unkind wolf girl bartender was frozen in a scream.
The bartender and the barmaid were frozen in fear.
The young girl was hunched over, breathing heavily, clutching at her bloodied chest, where a knife was lodged.
At least that odd grey skinned girl was nowhere to be found.
Wait. Edward’s head turned slowly to Milo. She was moving, and panting for air, appearing to be in dire need of immediate medical assistance.
What a dreadful apparition, thought Edward, not thinking for a second that he should help her.
He sighed, and sauntered over to the bar, taking a pensive sip from one of the tankards on the countertop as he surveyed the room again. This was reality for the next several hundred years, so he might as well get used to it.
He made his way back to the frozen duel, pulling off Seloria’s cloak and throwing it over Ealdwine’s face. At least that would help for at least several decades.
At the center of the tavern, he laid back into the bust of Pallas (oho), bemusedly cradling her concerned face in his hands. He smiled for a bit, before his expression faded into resignation. There would be no exit. At least not for a long while.
“Well, well, let’s get on with it.”
(Obligatory interest update)
Don't worry I'm still here and interested, checking the thread fairly often, ready to go whenever you all are!
Don't worry I'm still here and interested, checking the thread fairly often, ready to go whenever you all are!
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