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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2017 11:16:22 GMT -5
god, that's a full schedule!! )
Of course Ralif would find a way to twist the weather back to something with a knife's edge. He should enter one of those travelling circus' as the world's most violence obsessed man. Give him any topic and watch him bring it back to something gory! Kids love it! If he'd been talking to Xavier, or maybe even Whetu, he would've shared this mental image, but as it was, he wasn't that comfortable with Ralif yet, not comfortable enough to make jokes at his expense. Better to stick to self deprecating humor for now, far safer. "Pffft, the waltz is for gentry Ralif! Do I look like gentry?" He scoffed, waving the idea away with one hand, "I'm talking about reels, proper dancing." He didn't have a lot of self pride, but he was a fan of his culture's dancing history, "The miss-a-step-lose-your-toe type dances. Heavy shoes, stupid skirts- not that I was wearing the skirts." He added quickly (a little too quickly), "Everyone used to line up in the hall, um, two lines, actually," He tried to describe it, moving quickly onwards, "And you'd move forward and grab a partner, and all the dances started with a spin." He smiled at the memory of damp community halls and uncomfortable lack of space, "During the reels, you switched partners like, four times, it was meant to be a way to meet as many girls as you could in the space of two minutes." He rubbed the back of his neck, still laughing slightly at the memory of tiny nine year old Coran taking the dance very seriously, "It never really had that effect on me, but it was still a lot of fun." Outside of Egring, reels didn't have much of a place in the world. He'd seen very drunk men and women in taverns trying to do them, but the alcohol made it hard to get your knees up high enough. "I've never approached the waltz before, I will admit." He'd mocked it earlier, but in the past, he had stopped to admire it more than once. Reels were quick, and breathless, and loud. In comparison, the waltz was it's stately older cousin who had a bigger house on the nicer side of town. "You'll have to teach me it if you ever want to give it a shot, because, between you and me," He leant in like he was sharing something awful, "I don't think anyone on this boat is much of a dancer." The memory of dancing, something he'd forgotten in recent years, had buoyed his mood, and Kydos was vanishing over the horizon along with any bad thoughts. "Why do you ask, anyway?" He probed his shipmate, suddenly remembering that this conversation was a little bit odd, "Looking for something to blackmail me with? Because it's not going to work, I have no pride."
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Post by Happy on Aug 16, 2017 22:03:22 GMT -5
(It is! But you know, such is life haha. Can't really complain. It's not a bad busy per se, just really does eat up so much time. To think, I'll be moved into a dorm room come five days. On the bright side, not having a roommate means that he can't sign me up for a Donald Trump supporters mailing list! Or make campaign calls at midnight. Or lock himself out at five in the morning the same day for the third time that week .-. Single room is the way to go for this guy. By such a long shot. XD)
Ralif raised a singular eyebrow at the ship's navigator, as if amused that he'd even thought to ask if he'd look like gentry. The question was as obvious a joke as it was obvious that Coran was no petty noble, but that didn't mean Ralif couldn't respond with a bit of a dry wit of his own. "No, I've the utmost positivity none could possibly confuse you for the higher class. Even if I were to lose my other eye I'm confident in telling you apart." His words perhaps, had too much bite to them for what he'd intended as a simple joke. Weaving every part of his life into an overwrought disaster resembling tangled fishing line was no doubt his biggest problem, even in the little things. Also the big things, like making an enemy out of harpy. (Better than being lunch though.) "It'd be impossible to hear you over the typical prattle of a Jospian occupier." Realizing that he was, in fact, dangerously close to said prattling on, he fell silent. Fidgeting here and there as he listened to Coran's explanation of the dancing he'd been a part of. Crossing his ankles, sticking his hands in his pocket, rolling his neck to get the kinks out and free his skin to breathe from the heavy fabric of his garments. Not speaking left his mind free to imagine exactly what the navigator was describing. Well, at least as close as was possible given that the closest thing he'd ever experienced to a reel was (going off the description, at least) was the unfortunate movements pretending to be dancing that too much alcohol brought on. Sticking Coran in place of those big mercenaries who couldn't handle their liquor as well as their weapons was quite the comical thought. He was snapped from his musings at Coran's words only by the navigator leaning in. Normally when someone leaned close to him Ralif's first instinct was to reach for a gun, though he fought down that urge. It was uncivilized to resort to violence right away and more importantly, there was no need for it here. "Not much of? I should color myself a selkie if a one of them didn't have two left feet. Including the selkie. Though, I am not opposed to imparting upon you the gift of the waltz." That, at least, came across as a joke. Hopefully. "Perhaps I could watch you in a reel sometime, girls or no." The question following caught the thief off guard and he was silent again for a moment, thinking through just how honest he was going to be with his answer. It likely looked a tad suspicious, but, so did everything a man with an eyepatch and a mask did. "Well, first things first, if I were to blackmail you it wouldn't be by so crude a means. Extortion's an art form, made all the more effective if they don't know who's extorting them. Secondly, no. I've no ulterior motive. Truthfully," he looked out at the sea then, not making eye contact, "I'm trying to be more... sociable. Painful as it may be. I more or less work alone but there's not much room for anyone on this ship, especially not a lone wolf." He turned back to Coran then. "Do try not to tell anyone. I'd hate to have to follow you down to the hold for the wrong reasons."
Now it was hard to tell if that was primarily teasing or primarily a threat.
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 17, 2017 2:53:26 GMT -5
Hey guys sorry I haven't been on I have a lot going on rn and I will try to be more active! I move into my apartment soon so I'll be poofy until then and with school starting, but I will try to post regularly after Coran and Ralif stop talking and we timeskip
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2017 8:04:40 GMT -5
no problem win! i hope your apartment is nice 00: )
Coran tugged his coat closer to him as the ship bobbed out on the sea further and the cold winds blew in (he refused to complain however, he would not get struck down by karma by ending up somewhere as warm as Kydos again. Ever again.) The wind ruffled his hair at the back, making it feel like someone was running their fingers through it, and the thought made him shiver more so than the chill did. He listened to Ralif, and did his best to to get offended at how resolutely he confirmed that Coran could never be confused as nobility. That was fair enough, he supposed. The Viscounts and the Dukes had horses (Coran was scared of anything bigger than a pony), big estates but they never worked the land (people from Egring are born with dirt under their nails), and usually funny looking cats (no need to comment there.) He tried to stop himself looking too amazed when he heard Ralif's reasoning, and nodded along, fighting a losing battle as he tried to pin down his smile. Ralif was just so serious, and the whole thing seemed a little ridiculous when he got down to his motives, "What, you're trying to make friends?" He couldn't keep the giggles out of his voice now, "That's- well it's not what I thought you were going to say." Coran admitted, snorting once, and covering his mouth with his hand in politeness, before regaining control, and smoothering down his grin into a mock mirror of Ralif's own stoic expression (or what he could see of it, between the mask and the eyepatch), "But, I see your reasoning, yes. I would be honored to be sociable with you, good sir." He thought about putting a little bow in at the end, but figured he was already on thin ice, and if he started properly laughing and woke people up, he was going to have a lot to answer to. "Consider yourself allied with the ship's navigator."
We could timeskip to the new island now, and if we have to chose between Scaii Shen and Whayvania, I'm leaning towards the latter)
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Post by Happy on Aug 18, 2017 9:41:39 GMT -5
(Aye, I'm all for skipping to a new island! I do think that Whayvania sounds like a plenty fun new setting for our merry band of gay pirates. ^_^) (And of course Win, no worries!)
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 18, 2017 16:50:25 GMT -5
(Thank you I hope it is too! I am flying in tomorrow then moving all my stuff but I need to finish packing!
Whayvania will be interesting! Whetu and Xavier's hometown Xavier hasn't been back there since he was taken as a child, at least not stepping foot on the land he went to the docks once or twice with different crews)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2017 18:55:19 GMT -5
They should all go to whetu's mum house Get tea)
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Post by Happy on Aug 18, 2017 19:10:20 GMT -5
(Ooh, yeah, Ralif's home town too! Got a good chunk of our crew from there haha. One group goes and gets tea and biscuits, all polite and esteemed Another group goes and starts a tavern brawl with the riff-raff using chairs and other improvised weaponry)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2017 9:06:02 GMT -5
sounds like a plan to me :3 i'll post a little starter sorry if this comes out a little long 00: )
They'd been sailing for three days since they'd left Kydos, and the waters had been mainly clear. There were a few boats on the horizion every now and again, but they kept their distance. So far, no royal guard. All the same, Whetu wasn't taking any chances. She kept her sword and her pistol on her, and grey eyes trained on the line splitting the sky and the ocean at all times. She couldn't keep in a bad mood however, because going to Manpere was always a delight. Her old home wasn't perfect, yes, but no home was, and Manpere had a certain charm to it. If she was a scholar, she'd call the charm something like 'nostalgia' or 'whimsy' but Whetu was simply a loud mouth, so she called it 'those crab cakes they sell on Main Place'. They were one of the few things she was willing to pay for, rather than finding some way to scavenge it for free. It was a beautiful day, with a clear and bright ocean mirroring the clear and bright sky, a healthy sea wind keeping the sails full and stopping the heat from getting offensive. Her wound from the little scrap on Kydos had all but healed, though she was a little stiff. Kydos seemed like a very bad nightmare, but nothing more. If it wasn't for Kerro, she'd be inclined to forget it was real. The little selkie was nice to have around, though they were going to have to get him clothes that fit soon so he didn't look like an orphan they just abducted. She was perched on the wooden railing, looking down at the water, one hand braced on a banister to keep her from falling in, watching the little spec on the distance get closer and closer as Whayvania took its shape. Despite her cynicism, and despite her shrewdness, she felt a rush at going home, even just for a while. It had been a very long time, and the sea wind buoyed her up and as finally carrying her back home. She could joke about missing the taverns and the backstreet artillery shops all she wanted, but truth be told, it would be incredible to see her mother again. She could be a pirate captain, she could even be the pirate captain whose crew finds the Golden Hoop, but she was always going to be a mama's girl. She turned around and surveyed her crew, still balancing on the beam with no fear of falling. She could see Sonal rolling empty barrels up to the top deck, they'd need to be refilled when they landed. Looks like Sonal would need to be refilled too, because she was a distressing shade of green and had been sick a record amount of times in the past three days. Coran was steering the ship, and trying to lean over and swiveled the map closer to him, but was pinned to where he stood by the huge hound snoring away on his foot. Tragic.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2017 9:06:20 GMT -5
guys,, we missed the one year anniversary of this rp,,, rip,,)
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Post by Happy on Aug 19, 2017 12:35:29 GMT -5
(I'll reply later today, gotta do some stuff this morning unfortunately.) (And wow, you're right, we did. I didn't even notice. Belated celebration time? XD)
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Post by Happy on Aug 25, 2017 9:14:50 GMT -5
I apologize for my absence. Been a busy week with moving into my dorm and classes starting, plus I got sucked into another rp. Thankfully I'll be less busy tonight since it's Friday and I'll try to respond!)
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Post by Happy on Aug 27, 2017 5:55:32 GMT -5
Home was always so.... disappointing. Not in the sense that he didn't love Manpere and Whayvania, he was a proud citizen of the rustic nation despite all his arrogance and disdain of the common folk, more in the fact that they were still there. The occupiers. Those Jospian nobles that acted with such sanctimonious entitlement that they made Ralif at his worst look like an altruistic nun. Ha. On the bright side though, now that he was back here though, there was more than one house he'd give a very practical lesson on home security to. Checking to make sure his revolver was fully loaded and easy to get to (with the way he dressed, it was highly likely some fool would take him for an occupier, pale skin and accent-the real one-be damned.), the thief strolled up next to the captain. Didn't join her on the banister of course, such a behavior was... uncouth. "If I'm not mistaken, this is your home too, no?" He leaned over the wooden railing, feeling the salty sea breeze dance across what little exposed skin he had. "Always bittersweet to be here, in truth. The docks especially."
Kerro had taken to a very quiet life since boarding the ship those three days ago in Kydos. True to his first nature he'd remained skittish and timid, hiding from the rest of the crew most of the time and generally making his presence quite scarce. Last to eat, last to go to bed, it was hard to tell he'd even joined except for the fact that more than once someone had ran into or been started by him while he was curled up in a dark alcove, silent and stationary. It was nice though, to have a home. No need to be swimming with fear of all that lurked in the depths. His hair situation had vastly improved too, no longer ruined by sea salt. Still a tangled mess, but improvement had to come in small steps. Unfortunately, if he'd been nervous before, being in a huge port city had sent him off the rails. So many people, many of them no doubt looking for a quick payday, had him permanently below deck. No risk of being seen that way.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2017 4:25:17 GMT -5
She tilted her head back, nearly all the way, before deciding on a different approach, and instead spun her body to face Ralif, one foot pivoting off the wood, the other fanning out in a neat arch before coming to rest in front of her, "Born and raised, my good sir." She grinned, "Manpere's my origin story." Her tone was none too humble, and although it wasn't a lie, it wasn't the whole truth either. Her father was from Jospia, hence her pale eyes, but he was a piece of scum, so who cared? It wasn't like she properly knew him, or he'd influenced her in anyway (Though he was a sailor. She ignored that.) Manpere and her mother had shaped her, simple as that. She doubted Ralif's story was as straightforward, or Xavier's, but neither men seemed the kind to delve needlessly into their own past, so Whetu didn't ask. They'd tell someone if they wanted to. "Yeah, I guess." She admitted, glancing back at the growing island on the horizion. The taller ships were Jospian, no doubt. Whayvanian boats were more like little scooters, flat bellies with one or two sails, not designed for too long a journey. And they didn't have canons either. The Blackguard was Jospian made, that was clear with the height and the shape and the number of sails. Each country had it's own take on boats, and there were some strange hybrids out there.
"But I refuse to be angry during our stay here, Ralif." She told him, bouncing back to face the masked man, "I haven't been home in seven years, and they mourned when I left. Everyone wore black. There were funeral wreaths hung around door handles. It rained for a solid week." Truth be told, although some were sad to be see her go, Whetu had been, understandably, a bit of a menace in her own home, and most people were happy to see the back of her. Her need to travel had been unfulfilled, and it had manifested itself as a form of kleptomania instead, and also made her very interested in meeting as many ladies as she could in a sort as space as time as possible. "I was 18, and I'd already left behind a line of broken hearts the length of the island." And pitchforks and torches. Whayvanian women did not take kindly to being played. "I thought my own poor mother would pass away out of desperation." Or anger. Kiri Cynwrig was not pleased to see her only child run off to be a pirate of all things. Especially since, back then, although Whetu had an urge to steal, she wasn't very good at it, and was always getting caught. "This shall be, my triumphant return. And you, a lucky member of my esteemed crew, should be on your best behaviour. No swindling poor locals." She warned with a nagging wiggle of her finger, "Stick to big shots."
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Post by kittyclio on Sept 17, 2017 10:21:58 GMT -5
//stalks ))
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