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Since the other HP role play I am in is looking like it is out of energy I am wanting to join this very much. Will likely play a fifth or possibly sixth year.
"You must share the story of your recent exploits..." The captain looked back at Oliver. It was a half step before the pirate realized he was waiting to hear his name. "Disculpe capitán . Mi nombre es Jean Espanza" Oliver had used this name in the past when dealing with Spanish merchants so he felt it was a strong enough name to give to a navel officer. He was happy to see he was being led to the captains quarters. It showed the plan was working and that he was trusted.
"También me interesa saber qué es lo que nos enviaron aquí para protegerse . Mis hombres están dispuestos a poner sus vidas en peligro para el futuro de España." Oliver saw the captain smile at this and agree with a hearty nod. What made Oliver confused was that the captain then seemed to switch into English.
"I will take you to see our treasure now. She may find the excitement of your pirate encounter as thrilling as her books." The captain then led Oliver to his chambers. When the window opened a woman of striking upbringing welcomed Oliver and the captain into the room Oliver nearly cursed a massive storm right there. The ship wasn't bringing weapons or gold. It was bringing something far more powerful in connecting the two countries. It was bringing an arranged marriage.
It was not hard for Oliver to piece this together. Royal marriages are as common as wars in Europe. What was surprising was the absolute blonde of the woman's hair. Having spent most of his adult life in Spain, the New World, and the Caribbean it had been several years he had seen a woman with such striking characteristics like her hair and eyes. Taking off his hat he gave a bow to the woman and introduce himself. He figured English was the best as it was what the captain had used.
"Your ladyship my name is Captain Jean Espanza. It will be an honor to assist in escorting you to Spain." He then took a seat after introductions were given and began his fictional story of peril and piracy. My crew and I were planning to meet with you the day before; however, a ship was making its way into the agreed closed waters. Seeing this as suspicious I gave chase. When we drew near we saw that they flew quarantine colors on their mast. I was ordering them to leave when the ruse was finished. Almost immediately we were set upon by cannon fire. It was only through the favor of the winds and my crews abilities that we were able to repel both boarding and cannon fire."
By the end of this story he had opened the bottle of wine and poured the two glasses he had brought. He saw no other glass immediately and instead went to a much simpler solution. Handing the glass to the woman and captain he drew his head back and poured the glass into his mouth straight from the bottle. When he finished his sip he set the bottle down. "Captain I can not thank you enough for your assistance. You have helped my crew and ship in more ways than I can describe. It would be an honor if you would let us complete our mission and assist with the protection of this woman..." Oliver realized he would need to know the name of the woman.
"I am truly sorry. I was only told that the ship was carrying the future of Spain. I had assumed it was supplies for war... May I have the name of Spain's future?" Oliver bent at the knee and waited for the woman to offer both name and hand. While the pirate life had embraced Oliver he had not forgotten the ways of a gentleman during his time as one.
"También me interesa saber qué es lo que nos enviaron aquí para protegerse . Mis hombres están dispuestos a poner sus vidas en peligro para el futuro de España." Oliver saw the captain smile at this and agree with a hearty nod. What made Oliver confused was that the captain then seemed to switch into English.
"I will take you to see our treasure now. She may find the excitement of your pirate encounter as thrilling as her books." The captain then led Oliver to his chambers. When the window opened a woman of striking upbringing welcomed Oliver and the captain into the room Oliver nearly cursed a massive storm right there. The ship wasn't bringing weapons or gold. It was bringing something far more powerful in connecting the two countries. It was bringing an arranged marriage.
It was not hard for Oliver to piece this together. Royal marriages are as common as wars in Europe. What was surprising was the absolute blonde of the woman's hair. Having spent most of his adult life in Spain, the New World, and the Caribbean it had been several years he had seen a woman with such striking characteristics like her hair and eyes. Taking off his hat he gave a bow to the woman and introduce himself. He figured English was the best as it was what the captain had used.
"Your ladyship my name is Captain Jean Espanza. It will be an honor to assist in escorting you to Spain." He then took a seat after introductions were given and began his fictional story of peril and piracy. My crew and I were planning to meet with you the day before; however, a ship was making its way into the agreed closed waters. Seeing this as suspicious I gave chase. When we drew near we saw that they flew quarantine colors on their mast. I was ordering them to leave when the ruse was finished. Almost immediately we were set upon by cannon fire. It was only through the favor of the winds and my crews abilities that we were able to repel both boarding and cannon fire."
By the end of this story he had opened the bottle of wine and poured the two glasses he had brought. He saw no other glass immediately and instead went to a much simpler solution. Handing the glass to the woman and captain he drew his head back and poured the glass into his mouth straight from the bottle. When he finished his sip he set the bottle down. "Captain I can not thank you enough for your assistance. You have helped my crew and ship in more ways than I can describe. It would be an honor if you would let us complete our mission and assist with the protection of this woman..." Oliver realized he would need to know the name of the woman.
"I am truly sorry. I was only told that the ship was carrying the future of Spain. I had assumed it was supplies for war... May I have the name of Spain's future?" Oliver bent at the knee and waited for the woman to offer both name and hand. While the pirate life had embraced Oliver he had not forgotten the ways of a gentleman during his time as one.
It is really starting to feel like Griffyndor is the only house that is actually a house. Everyone else just seems like loner no talk peeps :P
I obviously mean this as a joke, but definitely feeling like I am the school spirit leader of my house. Must be an American thing lol
I obviously mean this as a joke, but definitely feeling like I am the school spirit leader of my house. Must be an American thing lol
After the sorting finished the final remarks from the headmistress were given and the houses were sent to their common rooms. Devin had gathered the first years in front of him at the head of the table. First he went over some basic stuff like what time meals are ready and some other clerical things the students would need to know. "Now that we got that out of the way we can get to the tour!" He said to the smiling first years. A few gave a chip cheer while others returned to a nervous sort of stance. He began to talk school tips as they made their way towards the staircases.
"I may be a very bias source, but according to sources close to me you all are pretty lucky to be in Griffyndor. We usually get assigned Potions right after lunch which means the homework has an extra break period before being due and lets you share notes before tests. I wouldn't sweat History of Magic class since the tests are almost always based on the last few readings. Happy to share some other nuggets of knowledge, but we can get to them later. For now we are going to play a little ice breaking game I like to call." Devin clapped his hands as the group reached the first staircase.
"The seven trials of Griffyndor!!!!!" Devin gave a big smile as he led the small group up the first flight of stairs. "Each painting at the end of the staircase will feature an classic icon of the Griffyndor culture. Here is the first!" The painting they now stood in front was one that Devin personally enjoyed. "Might I introduce Barnabas the Barmy the man who tried to teach trolls how to dance." This got the group to let out a giggle while the painting laughed along.
"It would have been the greatest of my achievements young Devin." The painting explained. "I see this years batch of students shows promise, do you think they have what it takes to make it to the top?" The first years smiled and didn't even wait for Devin to answer. "I like how they don't think of you as an actual upper classman. Shows they got an eye for understanding who to actually follow. I will warn you now kids if you listen to what this prefect says you are likely to fall into a endless dark spiral with choice after choice you make drawing you ever closer to a life of enjoying school and making friends."
The group then moved on to one painting after another. Some gave honest advice about tricks of the school while others simply joked around. By the time the first years were at the portrait protecting the Gryffyndor common room everyone knew everyone's name. A few inside jokes had been created, and none of the first years had any sort of nervous look around them. Instead they were talking amongst them selves laughing along. In fact this was a new tradition Devin hoped to pass on as it was similar to something a teacher he did at a academic summer camp a few years back. After he shared the password the first years were welcomed to a little gathering cheer from some of upper classmen of the house.
Roaring with fun, friends, and a festival atmosphere Devin felt that while there were plenty of wet blankets at the school he would never let them rain on his enjoyment of Hogwarts. Especially if it might be his last year.
"I may be a very bias source, but according to sources close to me you all are pretty lucky to be in Griffyndor. We usually get assigned Potions right after lunch which means the homework has an extra break period before being due and lets you share notes before tests. I wouldn't sweat History of Magic class since the tests are almost always based on the last few readings. Happy to share some other nuggets of knowledge, but we can get to them later. For now we are going to play a little ice breaking game I like to call." Devin clapped his hands as the group reached the first staircase.
"The seven trials of Griffyndor!!!!!" Devin gave a big smile as he led the small group up the first flight of stairs. "Each painting at the end of the staircase will feature an classic icon of the Griffyndor culture. Here is the first!" The painting they now stood in front was one that Devin personally enjoyed. "Might I introduce Barnabas the Barmy the man who tried to teach trolls how to dance." This got the group to let out a giggle while the painting laughed along.
"It would have been the greatest of my achievements young Devin." The painting explained. "I see this years batch of students shows promise, do you think they have what it takes to make it to the top?" The first years smiled and didn't even wait for Devin to answer. "I like how they don't think of you as an actual upper classman. Shows they got an eye for understanding who to actually follow. I will warn you now kids if you listen to what this prefect says you are likely to fall into a endless dark spiral with choice after choice you make drawing you ever closer to a life of enjoying school and making friends."
The group then moved on to one painting after another. Some gave honest advice about tricks of the school while others simply joked around. By the time the first years were at the portrait protecting the Gryffyndor common room everyone knew everyone's name. A few inside jokes had been created, and none of the first years had any sort of nervous look around them. Instead they were talking amongst them selves laughing along. In fact this was a new tradition Devin hoped to pass on as it was similar to something a teacher he did at a academic summer camp a few years back. After he shared the password the first years were welcomed to a little gathering cheer from some of upper classmen of the house.
Roaring with fun, friends, and a festival atmosphere Devin felt that while there were plenty of wet blankets at the school he would never let them rain on his enjoyment of Hogwarts. Especially if it might be his last year.
I mean it I really liked the first post :)
The sea welcomed the two ships with a gentle wind that allowed the two to commit to their courses at a leisurely pace. Olive ordered most of his crew below deck as they regrettably held little in the way of resemblance to a Spanish crew that would be charged with protecting whatever was below the deck of their prey. The ships were now withing signalling range and Oliver waved a hand to tell his cabin boy to begin messaging the ship. The plan from here was all appearance.
The cabin boy began to message the ship informing them that they required some minor repairs so as to keep the pace of the approaching vessel. Oliver watched as he saw a telescope aimed at his ships flag and then along the deck. A few moments later a flag signal was sent back. The ship had agreed to assist and began altering its course. Close to a twelve minute way was met with the two ships beginning to come along side each other. Oliver could feel his whole crew starting to tense up. Thankfully he had a remedy for this.
He put on his best captain voice and began shouting in Spanish giving command after command. "Reúna a su equipo de los pantalones . Nuestro ángel como vienen a darnos ayuda . Mantenga lugar y esperar a mi señal se prenda . Tal vez podamos abrazar a esta hermosa dama antes de que ella navega lejos!" The orders were giving with a playful call and to Oliver and his crews relief it was met with calls and laughs from the other ship.
"Usted no necesita preocuparse capitán . Mi barco puede ser rápido a la huelga, pero sabe un amigo." Said a strong Spanish voice. Oliver looked along the deck of the other ship until he saw a hat that resembled a high ranking officer in the Scandinavian Navy. The Spanish was broken; however, still understandable by all of Olivers crew who were forced to learn the language under the guide of the slave whip.
"Como se puede ver mi barco ha llegado a través de los piratas. Ella fue atacado ayer por la noche mientras esperábamos . Estamos felices de verte aquí a salvo . ¿Puedo subir a bordo y compartir una copa como darle las gracias?" Oliver held up two glasses and a bottle of wine. The fellow Captain seemed to smile more than a normal man at the offer. He quickly waved for his fellow Captain to come aboard.
A drawing plank already being brought down by both boats Oliver nimbly leap from his boats wheel and walked along the side of the ship until reaching the plank board. He moved quickly over the high drop into the English Channel and landed safely on the other side. One look around the deck and he could see what prime condition the ship was in. "Un barco hermoso que nunca he visto el capitán."
The other captain welcomed this compliment with a smile as he guided Oliver to the Captains chambers where they planned to sip wine and enjoy conversation and company while the two sides crew worked on Oliver's ship. One by one; however, the crew of the unsuspected ship will be grabbed and captured. Hopefully leading to no bloodshed. That is unless there are slaves aboard. In which case none but those shackled would live.
The cabin boy began to message the ship informing them that they required some minor repairs so as to keep the pace of the approaching vessel. Oliver watched as he saw a telescope aimed at his ships flag and then along the deck. A few moments later a flag signal was sent back. The ship had agreed to assist and began altering its course. Close to a twelve minute way was met with the two ships beginning to come along side each other. Oliver could feel his whole crew starting to tense up. Thankfully he had a remedy for this.
He put on his best captain voice and began shouting in Spanish giving command after command. "Reúna a su equipo de los pantalones . Nuestro ángel como vienen a darnos ayuda . Mantenga lugar y esperar a mi señal se prenda . Tal vez podamos abrazar a esta hermosa dama antes de que ella navega lejos!" The orders were giving with a playful call and to Oliver and his crews relief it was met with calls and laughs from the other ship.
"Usted no necesita preocuparse capitán . Mi barco puede ser rápido a la huelga, pero sabe un amigo." Said a strong Spanish voice. Oliver looked along the deck of the other ship until he saw a hat that resembled a high ranking officer in the Scandinavian Navy. The Spanish was broken; however, still understandable by all of Olivers crew who were forced to learn the language under the guide of the slave whip.
"Como se puede ver mi barco ha llegado a través de los piratas. Ella fue atacado ayer por la noche mientras esperábamos . Estamos felices de verte aquí a salvo . ¿Puedo subir a bordo y compartir una copa como darle las gracias?" Oliver held up two glasses and a bottle of wine. The fellow Captain seemed to smile more than a normal man at the offer. He quickly waved for his fellow Captain to come aboard.
A drawing plank already being brought down by both boats Oliver nimbly leap from his boats wheel and walked along the side of the ship until reaching the plank board. He moved quickly over the high drop into the English Channel and landed safely on the other side. One look around the deck and he could see what prime condition the ship was in. "Un barco hermoso que nunca he visto el capitán."
The other captain welcomed this compliment with a smile as he guided Oliver to the Captains chambers where they planned to sip wine and enjoy conversation and company while the two sides crew worked on Oliver's ship. One by one; however, the crew of the unsuspected ship will be grabbed and captured. Hopefully leading to no bloodshed. That is unless there are slaves aboard. In which case none but those shackled would live.
Still a fair number of people who haven't posted yet. Was really hoping to wait, but I will post soon. Since my character is a prefect I am just going to lead the new Griffyndors to the common room.
Post is a hit. One out of One of your partners in this role play rave saying "It was a great post. Makes me want to write a post in response!" Sources close to the partner, who will remain anonymous, was seen getting really intimate and touchy with his keyboard.
My character isn't technically locked into any conversation, but I had Devin do a fair bit and am waiting for others to catch up with the time line I stopped him at. Since we are doing the first year sorting I am not sure everyone sees anything for them to post actually. Perhaps speeding through this part and going to the opening announcements from the professors would open up a few more conversations as it would mean our characters wouldn't be anchored to the seats inside the great hall.
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