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Post by CrackedSkel on Sept 2, 2016 23:30:21 GMT -5
I'm bored and procrastinating. Roleplay with me?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 23:33:40 GMT -5
My my my, boredom and procrastination - my two dearest companions. I'd love to Roleplay with you, my friend.)
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Post by CrackedSkel on Sept 2, 2016 23:42:22 GMT -5
Omg someone responded. hardly anyone responds to my threads ;~;
WHat do you like?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 23:49:44 GMT -5
Oh, I can role play just about anything you would like to. I have a fondness for fantasy worlds, and I can do romance or not romance. Either way, I'm down. I really enjoy a good rivalry. Really, I can do anything you'd like, I'm just in one of those moods. And please forgive me if I'm slow, my internet seriously dislikes me right now.)
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Post by CrackedSkel on Sept 2, 2016 23:59:02 GMT -5
It's all good.
(I really should do this essay it's due on tuesday)
Would you prefer a pirate x assassin slow burn type thing
or a human x dragon in the middle of a war?
Also, what gender do you think you're going to play?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 0:05:39 GMT -5
(What the heck are you doing here go do your essay)
I'm liking the pirate/assassin idea. Hmm... I have a male that I'm dying to exercise, but if you would prefer the male, I can play the female. Also, may I claim pirate unless you had a special plan?)
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Post by CrackedSkel on Sept 3, 2016 0:11:59 GMT -5
*squishes face* you are fantastic. Here is the plot. My assassin has been contracted to kill the captain of a ship, your character, but she is caught before she can do the deed. Your character locks them up of course and is surprised to see that it's a woman who had almost overpowered him.
He takes her somewhere to hand her over to the authorities, but as he does so, he is also arrested and is to be hanged for his 'privateering'. She saves him and justifies her action by only saying 'your life is mine' ... and we go on from there?
(i don't know howwwwwww)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 0:25:38 GMT -5
(What sort of essay are we dealing with here? Rhetorical Analysis? Persuasive? Argumentative?)
(Hmm... I'm liking this plot. I like it very much, yes. Okay, so, who shall start?)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 0:28:12 GMT -5
(I'm working on my English degree in college - perhaps I can be of assistance?)
(Hmm... I like this plot, very much so. Alright, who shall start? :) )
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Post by CrackedSkel on Sept 3, 2016 0:29:12 GMT -5
uhhh.... I would say opinionated. I have to explain how Steven Universe changed the history of children's animation.
I can, one second.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 0:40:22 GMT -5
(Okay what the heck why is there like five posts from me I hit the button once)
Well, the first thing to do it make an outline. Into with a thesis, body with a point and supporting facts(Three), and a conclusion that summarizes the entire thing and repeats thesis with different words.)
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Post by CrackedSkel on Sept 3, 2016 0:49:28 GMT -5
Anastasia Hark liked to think she was a professional at what she did. She hadn't always been an assassin - rarely anyone was born into the assassins. Relationships were frowned upon but not unallowed and almost no relationships didn't last with the death rate within the Creed. She had taken this mission only because it had been given to her. She was smart, she knew that this mission would be the death of her, should she succeed in the mission or not. She had boarded her target's ship as a stowaway a week ago and now, during a storm, had finally gotten her chance.
She had climbed the riggings, above the captain's wheel, and with her grey robes, she was almost invisible against the raging storm above. She pulled out a blade and a flash of lightning made it gleam. She landed almost silently on the deck behind her target.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 20:13:09 GMT -5
(I'm sorry about last night. My internet is absolute trash For your essay, I would suggest putting all the LGBTQA+ material into one body paragraph, and then finding other things to use. It's a great topic, and I applaud your writing format, but for an opinion based, informative essay you need a little more. Great introduction, thought!)
Draven Sc'Lain was more than your average pirate - oh no, he was far more dangerous. He was the captain of the one and only Night Rider. The pirate ship of legends, gold was plentiful and they had the best crew any pirate could need or desire. They could get anything they want with a single raid on any ship, and I it was every vessels worst fear to face these men and women in battle.
Even now, younger-than-usual Draven was in his element. His second and third mate flanked him as he rose from the depth of the ships, heavy leather boots landing surpringly softly on the deck. Draven chill, clear, pale mint green eyes pierced through the air, sharper than the swords at his hips and faster than the bullet in his gun, holstered at his side. Tan, salt-kissed skin graced his tall, lean body, and his shoulder length, feathery black hair whipped with the night air. He, unlike most captains, was clean-shaven and respectably groomed. Except, of course for his awful, awful temper. His temper was of legend - in a calm, deadly swipe, it could take out a grown mans heart and display it for the world to see. Scars that came from many battles graced his well defined arms, bare to the night since he ripped off the sleeves of most his shirts. Right then, his scared torso was also visible, the buttons on his leather vest undone to appreciate the cool night.
"The Night Rider sails smoothly as always," His voice was a deep rumble in his chest, matching his tall stature of six foot three inches.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Sept 3, 2016 20:55:47 GMT -5
"Your ship may ride smoothly, Captain," Ana spoke from behind him, stepping just a bit closer. "But your ride ends tonight." She pressed the tip of her blade against his back.
(Sorry x3 I'm bouncing around doing so much other stuff.)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 15:07:10 GMT -5
(I'm impressed with the beginnings of your essay!!)
Draven grinned, his ple mint eyes glinting as she slowly rose his hands in surrender, the breeze tousling his hair too and fro to show multiple silver piercings on each ear and a scar of his left jaw. "My my," He mused in his calm, serene tone, "What a lovely voice. Music to my ears after years with pirates. You're no pirate, lass, are you? Oh no, you're speech is too sophisticated...." He let his thought trail off, his smile widening just a tab before he suddenly whirled, twisting the assassins arm painfully behind her back, the blade of her knife being whisked between his teeth as he bound her hands behind her back with some spare twine he had around his wrist, like the rest of his crew.
Draven grabbed a fistful of Anas hair, jerking her head back so he could take a look at her face. He studied her carefully, one brow raising. "Ah...." He said softly, pushing her head forwards roughly and removing his hand, which he used along with this other to search her for weapons. Her cloak was tossed aside, along with what was left of her weaponry. "You are one of those pesky assassins. Quite a pity - such a lovely face for such an ugly job. Come, come," He said, grabbing the back of her shirt and forcing her towards the lower deck.
As he fired her decent towards the cells of the ship, a few loitering and drinking crew mates whistled and hollered at her, tossing disgusting remarks for a short while before Draven let out a harsh, "Enough." He warned the crew with his sharp gaze, even if his words were softly spoken; "She is young, and she is a grand price to the authorities. She will not be harmed, nor haggled like a coin of gold. She will, however, not be permitted to leave this cell," and with that, he shoved Ana into the cell, jerking the twine off her wrists before slamming the woven metal bars behind her. Locking the cell shut, he dropped the metal key back into his pants pocket.
"It would be in your best interest to answer the questions honestly, lass. If not, we will hand you over to some nastier crews who have not only a thing for assassins, but pretty you ladies like yourself. What's your name, and why have you targeted the Night Rider? Who sent you?"
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Post by CrackedSkel on Sept 4, 2016 19:06:39 GMT -5
I would show you the final product but if they do a searchy thing it will likely pop up on there so i won't do that.
I'll reply soon, I have to go for a walk.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Sept 4, 2016 20:59:45 GMT -5
Ana almost flinched at his words, and she was glad that his back was turned so not to see her internal struggle. It was because of this that she was unable to react when Draven turned and attacked back. She was embarrassed, to have let herself be caught like this, but didn't allow him to take her easily, sneering into his face when he looked at her. Assassins weren't known to be taken alive, and often, it ended with the assassin taking their own life rather than be captured. As much as Ana said that she believed in this, she was terrified of death and hated the thought of having to be taken alive rather than dying. She was surprised, honestly, that he didn't kill her when he had the chance when she was clearly vulnerable with her hands behind her back.
She cursed him colourfully when he removed her weapons and her robe, leaving her in a man's tunic and a pair of form-fitting trousers. She struggled to free herself during the walk into the ship, eyes narrowed, cursing every time she moved. She had tried kicking out at one point and had tripped. Lucky for her, her super-quick reflexes had allowed her to stay standing and not fall on her face. For every man that looked at her funny, she sneered and cursed their existence, lip curled over her teeth in a snarl. There was a deadly promise on her face, and she intended to make sure she kept her silent word.
Ana fell on her hands and knees when she was shoved in the cave and she turned around to sneer at the captain. "Do you worst." SHe sneered at him, "I will not answer you."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 22:58:45 GMT -5
Draven rose his hands in the air, his brows raising and a smile twitching on his lips. He was amused by her, the girl in the cage, the girl that almost killed him. He crouched down at her level, looking at her curiously with those pale mint green eyes. "We do not tortureour captives. We go not starve our captives. We do not force our captives into unpleasant situations." He spelled all this out calmly, speaking to her as he would a frightened deer. He brought himself to her level - showing respect. He explained the situation - and now, he was going to show her the options.
"If you don't answer these questions, you will be sold to an illegal slave vessel. There, you WILL be tortured, you WILL be starved, and you, especially you, as a young lady, WILL be forced into some rather nasty situations. Now, if you DO answer our questions, maybe we'll just hand you over to the next vessel we pass, if they aren't pirates. We'll let you go free with a word of warning." His eyes went stone cold and she rose from his crouch, looking down at Ana with an empty heart.
"The Night Rider is the God of the sea," he said in his serene, calm voice. "You don't want to face an angry God, you you, Lass? Now, please answer the questions. What is your name, who sent you, and why did they?"
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Post by CrackedSkel on Sept 4, 2016 23:24:44 GMT -5
Ana seemed amused at his intimidation, so much so that she let out a little laugh as she stood up to grip the bars, leaning through them slightly to sneer at him. "I am an assassin. Sworn to an oath to keep my brothers safe and my hires away from their intended targets, should they live." She tilted her head, giving a big smile. "I am no stranger to torture, or to anything else you are intending." She leant back, "my god knows what I have done and they have forgiven me for it. They will accept me when I am to die, and should it be here or on this illegal boat you describe, then it will be worth it for the trouble that I have caused you. I will not be the only one, Captain Draven, you will die at the blade of an assassin, I swear it on my dead body." She smirked, stepping back away from the cage. "I will not tell you the information you are looking for."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 23:53:02 GMT -5
Draven looked bored through her entire rant. He tried to feign polite interest - he really, really did But this was ridiculous. He shrugged his strong shoulders, turning his back to the captive girl.
"Assassins, assassins. Many have tried, all have failed. But you, Lass, have gotten further than anyone else. rindless, you're something else. Good night, sleep well, there are blankets in the corner." And with that, the captain stopped his walk towards the exit and spread his arms, bowing slightly in the typical pirate fashion. "Welcome to the Night Rider. Don't talk back, don't make eye contact, and you'll be sold in the morning!"
With that, he turned his back once again and gave three loud, short, sharp whistles. The hull came to life with swarming men and women, just as rough and salty at the Captain. They got to work hoisting sails, lifting crates of supplies, tying ropes. They were on their way to he local land, where they planned to turn Ana in for a pretty, pretty penny.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Sept 5, 2016 0:33:16 GMT -5
"We'll see." Ana responded as he walked off, glaring into his back. She took a set in the corner, on the blankets, where could see everything that was happening. She leant her head back. She didn't dare sleep, she didn't need it at the moment anyway, despite having been awake for so long, she could still feel the adrenaline making her heart pump faster.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 17:50:12 GMT -5
[I'm so sorry! I'll try to keep up better...]
The sun rose Ito the sky steadily in the morning, but Captain Draven Sc'Laine was already awake. With his pale mint green eyes sharp and alert, he maned the wheel. The sails billowed, and the Pirates flag waved proudly from its tall perch. This land was safe for pirates - knows as the Safe Sea, this stretch of waters held an unofficial agreement between pirates - no fighting, no quarelling. The locals traded fairly, even the authorities didn't seem t care at all Pirates were just more crew men here.
The song slowly rose from the earthy voices of the work women first. Then, the men joined in. Captain Draven looked over his faithful crew with pride, before joining in with his husky singing.
In South Australia I was born, Heave away, oh haul away! South Australia 'round Cape Horn, We're bound for South Australia.
Haul away you rollin' Kings, Heave away, oh haul away! Haul away you'll hear me sing, We're bound for South Australia.
I sailed out on a ship of fighters Heave away, oh haul away! 'Twas there I met Miss Night Rider. We're bound for South Australia.
Haul away you rollin' Kings, Heave away, oh haul away! Haul away you'll hear me sing, We're bound for South Australia.
I shook her up, I shook her down, Heave away, oh haul away! I shook her all around the town. We're bound for South Australia.
Haul away you rollin' Kings, Heave away, oh haul away! Haul away you'll hear me sing, We're bound for South Australia
Volumous laughter rose from the crew and Captain Draven left the manning for his second mate. He whisked the keys out of his crew mates pocket, giving a playfully bow with his arms spread before opening the hatch to the bottom.
He jumped, ignoring the stairs completely. His black hair was just as shagged and shuffled as the day before, wearing a nice black button up with the sleeves casually rolled to his blows, unbuttoned over his tan, scarred chats. He wore his leather pants again with his swords at his hips, gun holstered, and a pair of heavy black boots. Without a word he walked over to Anas cell and unlocked it. "Come here. Wrists out, pressed together."
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Post by CrackedSkel on Sept 7, 2016 18:10:43 GMT -5
Ana stared back at him, eyes narrowed, arms crosed over her chest. "Why don't you make me?" She said, almost childishly. She refused to go down without a fight. This was her reputation - this was her life, and there was no way that she was going to let herself be sold off to some group of pirates who would treat her no better then a common mule. She sneered at him, fists slowly clentching as she narrowed a glare on him. If looks could kill, Draven would be dead ten times over.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 18:25:21 GMT -5
The captain of the Night Rider simply smiled. He nodded over at another crew mate, who came and held the door open as Draven walked in confidently. He suddenly lashed out, grabbing her shoulder and twisting her arms behind her back, shackling her wrists together quicker than the bat of an eye.
He pinned her against him, chest to chest, his hair buried in her hair ad jerking her face upwards to look at him. He looked down at her, his pale mint eyes calm and serene as always. In the violent mock of a lovers embrace, he kept his eyes on hers for a moment before moving his hand from her hair, grabbing the short chain between her cuffed wrists and jerking her back around, forcing her to face the cell opening.
"Lass, you need to listen to me carefully," His voice was smoother than silk and more deadly than a knife to the chest. "We are not selling you to another crew - we are turning you into the authorities. We, the Night Rider crew, have helped guard the Safe Sea since my grandfathers grandfather captained this ship. You will be treated... Fairly."
He pushed Ana up the stairs, quickly following. Soon, they were nearing the docks.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Sept 7, 2016 18:30:09 GMT -5
Ana just sneered at him, complete distaste and hate in her gaze. She hated herself that she let him manhandle her like he did. It was degrading and it made her blood boil. She was stronger than this and it made her fell sick to be this weak in front of him. She struggled to free herself from his grip once again, pulling at her arms with no avail. As much as she wanted to be free, a broken arm would be like a death sentence.
(brb need to go get the mail)
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