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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 14:14:27 GMT -5
☂ Oh, hai
*peeks out from behind a tree*
Would you be interested in a Marvel RP?
And...
would be possibly interested in crossing it with a horror game?
Or just a normal Marvel rp. owo
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 22, 2016 19:05:11 GMT -5
Ah man, I hope you were able to get up. It was only 12 something in the morning for me. )
Dayana stood, adjusting her tunic, which had somehow twisted itself around her in slumber. She raised an eyebrow, amused by Anastasia’s mode of speech. "Oh, an English chica, eh? Mighty proper too. Sit tight h’re, I might be able to get cha water but da capitan will want tah know yer awake ferst. Ya did a darn fool thang tryin’ tah kill 'im." With this she checked the cell lock, assuring herself it was secure, and then made her way to the stairs, scaling them hands first. Her boots made a muted thud as they hit the planks of the deck above, then she was gone, letting the trap door slam shut behind her. Ducking fellow sailors Dayana weaved her way to the captain’s cabin. Upon reaching the door she cleared her throat -mentally going over her report- knocked on the door, and waited for a reply, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. A thud issued from within, followed by a crash and a curse before the door was flung open, and Dayana found herself greeted by an obviously irritable Toza. The captain was sloppily dressed; his shirt tucked half in, revealing a torso covered in vivid tattoos, his eyes shone with a feverish light and his hair was loose, giving him the appearance of vengeful spirit. “What?” Dayana coughed nervously, glancing over her captain’s head quickly. His truckle table was strewn with documents, maps, charts, and a bottle rolled about empty on the floor. It was plain he hadn’t slept all night and his haggard state suggested to Dayana he had been digging for clues as to who put a hit on him. She coughed a second time. “Err, the prisoner has woken, capitan…She asked for water.” Toza ran a hand through his hair. “Give ‘er a glass…no…let ‘er have a little an’ save da rest, wait till I come down...” He sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Wan jun… I’ll be down in a bit, thank ya for report.” After a moment’s thought he added. “Get yerself some’in’ stuff yer gob with, ya done well.” Dayana tugged an ear, watching as the door was shut once more before making her way to the mess.
I’m pretty sure chica is historically inaccurate lol and for the life of me I can remember what a spanish accent sounds like oh well Oh, btw wan jun is cantonese for damn, or something similar to that )
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 22, 2016 19:07:34 GMT -5
☂ Oh, hai
*peeks out from behind a tree*
Would you be interested in a Marvel RP?
And...
would be possibly interested in crossing it with a horror game?
Or just a normal Marvel rp. owo 'Ello there. cx I like your avatar
Sure, I'm game. But I've never been a fan of horror, sorry, so just a normal marvel thingimajig would suit me better.
What'd you have in mind? c:
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 22, 2016 19:13:15 GMT -5
(hola. I did. I'll reply soon. I'm in a class rn and i'm supposed to be working.)
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 22, 2016 19:22:05 GMT -5
Anastasia didn't protest when Dayana spoke, knowing that she seriously had messed up. She knew that if she had killed Toza, she would not have gotten off the ship alive and she knew that the money that she got for this job would be sent to her organisation. She was fine with that. She knew that very well. In the time that Dayana was gone, Anastasia changed positions so she was sitting with her back against the bars, her head resting on her knees as it pounded uncomfortably.
She glanced at the lock once, then turned away from it again, knowing that if she escaped, she once again would not make it off the ship alive.
(eh I can do better sorry this is kinda bad.)
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 22, 2016 22:00:58 GMT -5
Sorry, poofed to cook up some chow and wash the dishes. lemme whip up a reply real quick. )
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 22, 2016 22:13:11 GMT -5
Dayana poked her in. “Still alive ‘n kickin’ I see. Got ya the water.” She remarked, descending the stairs with a pitcher and wooden cup in hand. She jumped a few steps short of the floor and landed lightly on her feet, making her way somewhat jovially to the cramped cell. She poured a meager amount of water into the cup, maneuvering it a bit to have it fit through the bars. “Push that back ‘ere when you’re done.” After a time, which the woman occupied by braiding her unraveling belt, Toza made his appearance. He was dressed in a vermillion shirt and faded trousers, his hair tied back as per usual. After hearty meal and a cup of coffee, albeit weak, he felt and looked decidedly refreshed-though his eyes still held some of their nervous energy and there were bags underneath them. “Ya’re relieved of yer duty; ya can wait above deck, I’ll call effen’ I need ya.” Toza said, adjusting a sleeve cuff. Danaya dipped a nod before disappearing up the stairs. The captain made himself comfortable, sitting down across from the cell. “So…ya gonna start speakin’, or do I have tah make ya? Yer options are quite limited, if I do say so.”
It's fine. c: )
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 22, 2016 22:17:52 GMT -5
Will reply soon. Getting on a train in about 10
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 22, 2016 22:25:36 GMT -5
k, take your time and be safe )
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 22, 2016 22:39:33 GMT -5
(I'm good. I travel on this train nearly everyday. I went to the Thor filming today. I waited around for a full hour and no one turned up.)
Anastasia still had her back against the bars, head resting on her arm that was resting against her knee. She had accepted the water, the small amount that it was, gratefully and hadn't asked for more. Her headache had lessened with the help of the water but she still got spikes of pain that made her eyes water. Not that she would let her captors seeing that. And had remained silent as the time had passed, having rested the back of her head gingerly against the bars at the halfway point.
When Toza arrived, her posture became stiffer as she lent away from the bars. "I know exactly what will happen if I do not speak." She spoke lightly, carefully choosing and accentuating her words. "But depending on what you ask, Captian Toza, I may play along."
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 22, 2016 23:45:12 GMT -5
Aw, that's too bad. ) Ugh, sorry I'm so slow but I gotta get to bed. I'll see you tomorrow, good night. )
A flash of hot anger shot through Toza and for a moment it seemed as if he was going to fly into a rage, then suddenly he laughed. He shook his head, amused with Anastasia's impudence. "Yer in no position to bargain, Madame, but I'll humour you for a bit. Tell me, what is it you want?"He leaned back against the wall, searching through his trouser pocket until he produced a cigar and a box of matches. Calculatingly, he took out one of Anastasia's knives which he had brought along, cutting off the tip of the cigar before lighting it. Toza took a good puff, discarding the burnt out match on the floor, gazing at Anastasia. His research during the wee hours wielded little information, but his sleepless night had given him time to think. If there was really greater forces working behind Anastasia killing her would do little to sedate them, and provide little in the way of peace of mind to him. To live life without knowing exactly who wanted to stab you in the back one dark night, and why, wasn’t a prospect the man relished. No, it was better to get as many facts as possible straight from the camel’s mouth, or at least the closest thing to it.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 23, 2016 1:59:38 GMT -5
Anastasia curled her nose up a little when he lit up but as her head away turned from him, it was likely that he didn't see. Her 'husband' had smoked. She was used to the smell, as much as it bothered her, but it did bring up some unsavoury memories. "My weapons," She said in response, "my robes and my life." She responded, pausing for a moment. "I do not ask for freedom, Toza, I know that I will not get it. I was resigned to this being my last mission. If I had succeeded in what I was paid for, I know that I would not have stepped off this ship alive." She sighed tracing a line on the wood under her, "I will not reveal the name of my hire. It will allow you to track down the other assassins in my creed and I will not allow that to happen." She thought for a moment, thinking about how to speak her next words. "If you return my possessions to me, I may tell you what I do know about why it was you that I was sent to kill."
(eeehhh this is kind of messy)
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 23, 2016 22:20:01 GMT -5
So sorry but this will be probably my only post for today. Way behind on work. I might not be able to post tomorrow either. Honestly, I don’t think I’ll be all active until this weekend. >.> Sorry again )
Toza ran a hand the length his scar, contemplating her proposal. He wasn’t exactly being overwhelmed with cooperation, but she had her life to protect, and he had his. He consulted the tobacco, watching the smoke curl upward, almost lazily, until it dissipated into the enclosed atmosphere. If she had really planned to die the other night she hadn't much too lose by telling him what he needed to know. But on the other hand he wouldn’t be so blind and place complete trust in this women - he realized he didn’t even know her name. Finally he broke his silence, smoke enveloping his lips with every word he uttered. “Hmm, yer garb an’ life are easily given, however yer blades are a different matter. I’d be a fool if I allowed an armed assassin aboard my ship. Now, once we dock some’ere I’ll give ‘em to ya, right an’ willin’.” He paused to shake the ashes from his cigar. “As for yer little secret society, I have little interest in ‘em. They could be plottin’ to kill da queen for all I care, as long as They dunn’ye send someone else after me.” He tapped his fingers pensively against the floorboards. “Tell ya what, in a good faith gesture I’ll even send a full course meal done ‘ere later, wine, meat; da whole shebang. How does that suit ya?”
i acutally was thinking why would anyone want to kill him o3o did you have any ideas? Maybe it has something to do with his past. )
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 23, 2016 22:31:02 GMT -5
Actually, I may be on for an hour or so more o3o )
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 23, 2016 22:34:21 GMT -5
No worries. I wish you good luck on your work.
Perhaps it was a deal gone bad? Maybe the last time he was docked he did something to a merchant and the merchant wanted revenge? idk
or maybe it could be another jealous pirate
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Anastasia smiled a little, ducking her head a little lower. So, he was smart enough to keep her blades from her. "My society, as you call it, will not be sending others after you. They never do, really. A lost mission is a lost assassin. If you don't die and I don't return, the mission is called off. They do not like risking their tails for only a handful of coin." She was underexaggerating how much she was paid but who was he to know? The proposal of a full meal surprised her so much that she turned her head slightly to face him. She didn't trust him, or anyone else in the crew not to poison her, but she had been living off oat rations for the past week and it was very tempting to take the offer.
"No," she responded, turning her head away, "you keep for food for yourself. I don't need to be fed like some caged animal." Which is exactly what she felt like at this very moment. She looked down at the ground again before looking up at the roof. "I will not be bribed in giving away my hire's name." In all truth, she really didn't know who her hire had been. They had contacted her only through letters, paid the forward amount through post and had never signed their full name.
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 23, 2016 23:45:46 GMT -5
Thanks. Really this buildup is only because of my own procrastination, ugh. xc )
Hm, that could work. Maybe they had a bargain to exchange some goods but toza never kept up his end, or spoil some goods from him. That's not really cause to send an assassin after someone tho lol. Maybe it could be just another pirate, that works well too. ) "Suit ya self, just being cordial." Toza shrugged, not unduly put out. "I would have offer ya it above deck, but dat, heh…well...might lead to a little projectile practice at da mast dat, I'd be unable to stop, in time anyway." He coughed, stifling a chuckle. “Ahem, but fine then, no food.” By now his cigar was reduced to a stud, he put it out on the wood beneath him, digging in his pocket for another. He cast a glance over the room while doing so. The first order of business after he left was to get some better lighting put up. It was dim, very dim in the jail, a single lantern hung from a hook, casting most of its light upon the staircase, and a meager amount upon Toza himself; Anastasia virtually melted into the shadows. It was uncomfortable not being able to see her face, read her expressions. “If yer not able to give me yer hire’s name- or yers for dat matter- what exactly can you tell me?” He inquired, lighting another cigar. At this point he felt his own research would yield more than Anastasia was at the moment. What exactly was she protecting? Taking another puff he sighed, closing his eyes and letting the feeling wash over him. He preferred smoking over drink, finding the former loosening, in a way alcohol was, but without the loss over his faculties. He never did like that feeling. But he had found at a young age in order not to go mad in this world one had to find one vice or another to ease one’s mind.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 23, 2016 23:56:25 GMT -5
Ana once again considered what she had lain before her. "My hire contacted me by letter alone." She said carefully, pulling at the sleeve of her tunic so to keep her hands busy. "I have one of his letters in my robes, and had they not been taken away from me I would hand them over to you." She sniffed a bit in discomfort as he lit up another cigar. The second-hand smoke was stifling and it made her stomach turn uncomfortably as it brought up both bad memories and made her feel sick. She didn't comment, however, knowing that her comfort was not a priority of this pirate. She stretched out a bit but remained sitting with her back against the bars, as uncomfortable as it was, it was somewhat more reassuring to be pressed against something not completely solid. "My name is not a need to know basis, Toza," she said after a few moments, smiling to herself, "mostly because I believe that you would not care for it."
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 27, 2016 23:23:20 GMT -5
I'm so sorry for not being on. I sorta got a bit sick on Thursday and had I was basically sleeping all day friday. )
Toza grunted at Ana’s last statement, putting out his cigar. He had to admit knowing her name would do little to benefit him. “Then it’s easily arranged, I’ll remove da letters from yer gear an’ send it down ‘ere, if dat’s really all ya know.” Pocketing his half-finished tobacco he rose, and brushed away ashes from his faded trousers, a great deal of which found their new home inside his leather boots. Swiping a few loose curls behind his scarred ear Toza peered again at the sitting figure in the cell before him. “Yer name won’t help me much, it’s true, but I am curious to know how a English lass found ‘er way into being a assassin in the islands, but that’s neither ‘ere nor dere, as they say.” He shrugged, seemingly nonchalantly, making his way to the stairs. “Oh,” he called back over his shoulder as he ascended. “Dayana ‘ell scoop some’in’ up for ya to eat later, I daresay, and ye’d needn’t fear for yer life. She’s a decent enough sort.”
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 28, 2016 4:04:27 GMT -5
(All good. I hope you're feeling better.)
Anastasia shifted a bit, turning her head slightly to watch him leave. Although she suspected that Toza has seen her face before, hiding it now was more of a habit than anything. Her identity was something precious to her and even in a cage, she hid herself away. "Toza," She called still watching up, "those letters may not contain what you're looking for. But it is truly all I have. I apologise if you hit a dead end." She was quiet for another moment before she murmured, "thank you." She turned her head back to the wall and crossed her legs, resuming her playing with her sleeves.
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 29, 2016 20:22:53 GMT -5
I’m still a bit tired and have somewhat of a sore throat, but other than that I’m mostly better. )
Toza couldn’t help cracking a smile at Ana’s meek thanks. She was an odd sort and, in his opinion, rather ill-suited to be an assassin, despite the skill she displayed. But a job was a job and everyone had a living to make. Personally, if he had been given a choice he wouldn’t have gone into sailing all those years ago.
On deck the hustle and bustle of sea life was at full throttle. A pair of sailors passed by, laden with rolls of rope, and many had scaled the rigging to repair the damage from the other night’s storm. Toza tasked to cabin boy to seek out Dayana, and after a break wait by a few barrels the Cuban came lopping over. “Capitan?”
“Fetch dat girl’s tackle ‘ere and give me the letters she had, they should be stuffed somewhere, then go down give dem back to ‘er.” Dayana returned shortly, letters in hand and clothing tucked under one arm. Toza gave his thanks and made his way back cabin to examine the documents.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 29, 2016 21:07:58 GMT -5
There were only a few letter, some of which were slightly waterlogged. They weren't addressed to Ana personally, but rather to her group. It gave a brief description of the target. It wasn't signed with anything but wax macaw crest. The other letters went into detail the money that would be awarded and how long that the intended assassination had to take. It was a requirement that he be killed out on the sea.
Anastasia turned her head as Dayana came down the stairs again before returning her eyes to her hands.
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 29, 2016 21:34:56 GMT -5
Where should we go from here? I'm not really sure myself )
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 29, 2016 22:07:42 GMT -5
(Hmm... maybe we could skip to an island where Toza could be taking Anastasia but that's when he gets arrested to be hanged?)
Beware my typing will be full of typos for a short time.
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 30, 2016 12:40:23 GMT -5
That sounds good. So basically they arrive at some island, let's say haiti, and the police board the ship, or should they arrest him when he's on land?)
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 30, 2016 18:37:52 GMT -5
Yah. I was thinking more of Toza handing Natalia to the authorities and in doing so he himself gets arrested?
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 30, 2016 18:40:55 GMT -5
That sounds like a plan. I'll do a post just before Toza gets to the authorities. But I'm really tired so it might take quite a bit. Sorry. )
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 30, 2016 19:31:13 GMT -5
That's okay. I have heaps of homework to do x3
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 30, 2016 22:47:18 GMT -5
Sorry this took forever, ended going to dinner then there was a mountain of dishes waiting for me,and of course some hw. )
As do I, my friend, as do I; at this point I'd run off to be a pirate myself if I could actually survive a life at sea lol. )
Toza weaved his way through the bustling streets of Port-au-Prince, Ahdi closely in tow with Ana. There were men pushing trolleys, women laden with bundles haggling with venders, children ran and shouted, full of youthful vigor, and a few stray dogs found themselves a meal by the side of fruit stands. The sun was mostly obscured by a couple of large cloud banks, occasionally peeping through to better illuminate the scene below. It was a fine spring day, much different from the storms Toza had experienced at sea the past week and he was happy to stretch his legs on firm ground after so long, and enjoy what little sunlight there was.
The last time he was in Haiti was during turmoil following the coup -a good two years prior- and he had found peddling his goods off to be increasingly hard and dangerous during that time, what with the shaken economy and had abandon Hispaniola for the Trinidadian coast, his homeland. There was still some civil unrest but Toza risked the trip to turn in Ana and fulfill a transition with a merchant. Besides, the unrest of land seldom spilled over to the open waters and it was easy to escape to his ship and crew should anything go amiss. Taking a sharp turn into a narrow alleyway formed by two buildings, Toza pushed his way past a row of fabric sellers until he and his companions spilled out unto a four way dust road, with a grand two-story building in the gothic style standing tall to the left.
Toza cleared his throat, straightening a tattered cuff, before making his way towards a group of officers milling about the front of the building. Though his dealings were largely legal he never always felt nervous around any authority figure with the means to imprison him.
Oh, I think I'm going to remove my first two post on this thread(and move them to 1x1 interest check) and just make this a thing for our rp, just giving you a heads up so you won't be surprised when the title changes. cx )
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 30, 2016 23:06:13 GMT -5
Righto x3
This essay is due in 10 days I'm a terrible person.
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Ana, while wearing her robes and with her hood drawn it hid her feminity. She hadn't bothered to try an escape. She refused to leave without her weapons, if there was any chance in getting them back, she would take it. She still had some skill, and with the size of this island, she could escape from the police, as likely as incompetent as they were. She would hopefully make it back to Toza's ship and makie it on and off with her prized weaponry.
She looked up as they came up to the police and dropped her head again, clenching her hands into fists.
The police turned to Toza as he approached and one gave him a curt nod, the other narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he eyed Anastasia cautiously from behind him. This officer then looked over at the peir and whispered something to his partner.
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Post by ☾--тнє σяαcℓє on Aug 31, 2016 0:13:14 GMT -5
Aw, good luck. I'm sure you'll do well. I have a test in like four days and I only started studying tonight. )
Toza mastered his uneasiness with another cough, flashing a quick smile to the policemen. "Monsieurs," he began, deciding being polite couldn't do any harm. "I hope yer havin' a fine day; I apprehended dis here stowaway aboard my ship and figured I'd bring 'em here to face the proper authorities." His French was choppy at best, but his point was conveyed well enough and that was all he needed. He motioned his first mate to bring Ana forward. He wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing by turning her in, particularly in a possibly hostile place. But he owed her nothing, other than her life, and he had already agreed not to reveal her allegiance with the guild of assassins, despite his misgivings. Toza didn't entirely believe that she wouldn't come after him again, and having Ana stuck in jail for a bit would secure him a clean getaway. Besides, the penalties for stowaways weren't that severe, a night in a cell if you couldn't pay the fine, that was it. It wasn't the worst he could do to her.
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