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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 18:37:37 GMT -5
A few months ago on my old RP page I did a one-on-one pirate RP with someone and I've been really missing it.
Just a heads up though if there is romance I'd like it to be MxF as that is what I'm comfortable with.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jul 30, 2016 19:24:43 GMT -5
I'm totally up for it (And my romance reference is MxF as well) xD
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 20:28:00 GMT -5
Awesome!
Do you have any other preferences or anything? cx
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jul 30, 2016 20:48:12 GMT -5
Well, I like fantasy, medieval, supernatural, and plenty of other things. My reference on romance though is MxF though
Sorry to leave you now, but I have to get off and go to bed now. I'll be back in the morning to continue.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 22:02:19 GMT -5
Nice if you want we could tie that stuff in, like my old RP the other person had a pirate crew of werewolves. If you don't mind I'd kind of like to do the girl for what I have in mind, but we can do a few different people.
Okay!
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jul 31, 2016 16:04:46 GMT -5
Hello! That sounds great! That works, I can do the boy. Um are they both pirates or both captains? Both on the same crew? Or is it all up to us to kind of decide?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 18:19:16 GMT -5
I think both main charries be captains but of different ships if that's okay. I kind of want mine to be separated from their ship and be secretly trying to get back. Have you ever heard Grace O'Malley? I kind of want to loosely base my character off of her in a few ways.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jul 31, 2016 18:23:41 GMT -5
Thats perfectly okay with me. Sadly I have never her, but I can look her up and do a little research to get a picture of her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 18:28:16 GMT -5
Basically a Irish pirate captain who was the daughter of the O'Malley Clan's chieftain and had a fleet of ships.
Now, how should we start? Sorry if I'm over complicating this.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jul 31, 2016 18:37:10 GMT -5
Okay xD I'll probably end up basing mine off of like....Jack Sparrow or something xD
Hmmm? Maybe its a large storm and one of the captains could be docked at a port enjoying the evening and the other captain makes it through the storm and docks there as well? That's all I can think of. It's fine xD I'm glad that I finally found someone who likes to work out all the details beforehand like I do xD
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 18:44:38 GMT -5
...That is a good idea cx
Well I intend for mine to be separated from her ships and be trying to get them back and restore her place as captain while being undercover. So mine could be stranded on a marine(?) village or something, and we could use the storm so yours shows up; they meet, etc. I hate when I don't have all the details figured out, it always leaves me with too many loose ends making it really hard to make a good starter post.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jul 31, 2016 19:07:25 GMT -5
xD But the only problem is, Jack Sparrow is so unique, its hard to make someone else like him.
Okay, that works fine as well. Maybe my character is taking a stop at the same time her crew is. So your character could like get on mines crew and travel with them until they get to the same village marine port thingy that her ships are at, ect. ect. Same here! Especially when the persons plot is very detailed, I'm always afraid I'll mess something up or go way off plot.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 19:47:27 GMT -5
True.
Well I'm trying to figure out something that would allow plenty RPin between for plot and character development, plus some fun is always good. And it would be a little more interesting if someone else had taken her ships which means they'd have to be located. I generally have heavily detailed plots but I try to leave enough loose ends that it could go however.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jul 31, 2016 19:55:36 GMT -5
That sounds good, and maybe your character needs a crew and ships to get her own back so she has to try and convince my character to help her? Yea I know what you mean
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 19:59:56 GMT -5
That works. Starting RPs are always a mess cx
Now shall we start? And who would you prefer to start?
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Jul 31, 2016 20:04:33 GMT -5
Well you should probably start because I have to go now. I'll be on asap tomorrow morning though
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 10:49:11 GMT -5
( Okay. Also I'm going to RP my charrie's description if that's alright. ) ( My starter post would be better but every time I almost finished it I'd accidentally close the page. )
Standing on a dock of a well known port town was a pretty maiden who looked to be around 22 year of age, her startling green eyes were intently watching the monstrous storm clouds as the rolled in. Large raindrops beginning to land on her dark blue dress as she tugged a black cloak around herself. It had been a quiet evening at the little town until word of the storms monstrosity reached the locals, now the locals were darting around as they bolted their doors and shutters closed to keep anything from getting broken or rained on. As the sky suddenly grew dark accompanied with the boom of thunder the girl turned and began to stroll to the tavern were most sailors, pirates and travelers were located aside from the inns. As innocent as the girl appeared she was actually one of the most feared pirates of the seven seas due to her growing reputation as the Red Reaper, captain of a fleet of primarily Irish ships. Even though her reputation often proceeded her very little was known about the Red Reaper, such as the fact that they were actually a women and that her real name was Grace O'Connell. Unfortunately she had lost her ships and word was that there was a new captain, so she was out to reclaim what was rightfully hers. Even though the odds were stacked against the female pirate who was currently forced into hiding and had to try and look the most like a regular maiden as possible.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 1, 2016 16:41:58 GMT -5
(Okay, thats alright)
Farther out on the raging ocean a fleet of ships was being tossed and thrown across the waves. Crew members struggled against the crashing wall of rain and ocean. A young man stood in the crows nest braced himself against the winds, clinging to the rails to stay unright. Suddenly his eyes latched onto a marine village, it was close enough. Turning to the crew below he shouted, "Land! To the East! Land!" The crew memebers turned, suddenly hopeful, and a figure burst out of the Captain's Courters. It was a young man of about 23-24, rich red/brown hair covered his head in a slightly tangled and unkept manner. He was in lose brown breeches and his blue shirt flapped wildly in the wind. The man's hazel eyes snapped to the Crows Nest. "Bring us to land! Now!" He shouted over the winds. The ship turned and sped as quickly as it could toward the port.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 19:17:08 GMT -5
The maiden ran the rest of the way to the tavern, weaving tightly around men and the odd maid. It was difficult to get inside with some many other people going in or coming out to secure their things, thankfully after a moment the crowd clear and the girl managed to get inside. Quietly going over to one of the few empty tables in the Tavern, picking the chair in the corner so she wouldn't have her back to the open. Only for a man's voice to spook her, "Ah hello lass, is there anything I could get for ya tonight?" Her gaze quickly traveling over the man, he was obviously older with his mostly grey hair and wrinkles. He had to be the owner of this place. "I'll have some stew if that's alright." She replied with a smile, watching as the man nodded and went on his way. Inwardly pleased that with her English accent that made it almost impossible to tell that she had a Gaelic accent.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 2, 2016 13:46:15 GMT -5
(Sorry my first reply was so short, I was in a time crunch)
The ship, being tossed quite violently, somehow managed to make it to the harbor. The young captian, James Crow, leapt across the deck, moving through the crew members with rushed speed. He grabbed the anchor that lay propped against the side of the boat. Squatting down and wrapping his hands around the bottom, he thrust his weight upwards, grunting with effort to lift the anchor. After a few seconds struggle, he shoved the anchor over the side and a satifying splash reached his ears. James turned to the crew, "Tie everything down! Tightly! This wind with rip and tear at anything it can get to!" His rusty voice carried over the wind and the crew hustled through the sheets of rain, tying down masts and anything that could be blown overboard. When everything was secure, James left the ship, followed by is wet and tired crew. They made their way to the tavern and burst inside. James sent his men to find somewhere to sit and he approached the bar man to order drinks.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 14:14:08 GMT -5
( It's totally fine! Just a warning sometimes I can get carried away and write really long posts. )
The owner(who was also the bar man) returned to the drinking counter after giving the girl her food and noticing all of the men who entered the tavern. Walking behind the counter and beginning to get drinks for all those that were there. After dealing with all of them he leaned forward against the counter to speak with the young man. "What can I get for ya?" He asked while silently analyzing him.
Grace quietly watched as everyone came in, letting out a soft sigh of relief when no one sat at her small table. Well that was until another man who had been in the tavern all afternoon suddenly planted his large body on one of the chairs, his breath reeking of a few too many drinks as he looked at the girl in front of him. "What's you name angel?" He asked in a slurred voice.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 2, 2016 14:22:50 GMT -5
(That's alright xD I do that sometimes too)
James waited patiently for the bar man to take care of his crew. He enjoyed not having to order large amounts of ale. He looked at the bar man as he returned. "Fresh tankard of ale will do fine" He said, his tone a bit dismissive. Not in a rude way, but he was thinking. The storm out there would last a few days, maybe a week if it was worse then he thought. His ships needed small repairs and he needed more crew memebers, the last batch caught a nasty bit of sickness and had to get off at the nearest port to find a doctor. James, sudden;y seeming to remember his place, untied his coin pouch from his belt. "What do I owe you for all those-" He gestured to his crew, "-and my own?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 14:45:52 GMT -5
( Oh good cx And please forgive me if my money skills suck.)
The bar man nodded, filling a clean tankard with ale before handing it to the younger man. Narrowing his eyes as he calculated the cost for the entire crew. "That'll be one pound." He replied, looking around at the crew. "Taking shelter from the storm are ya?" He asked curiously. It was always interesting to get to know strangers, especially sailors.
Grace ignored the man as she quietly ate, she knew it was best to avoid men who had been drinking more then they should have been. "Hey girl! I'm talking to you." The man rudely growled, leaning against the table closer to her. Slowly she looked up from her meal. "Oh you are? I thought you were talking to one of those wenches over there." She said calmly as she gestured to some wenches wandering around the tavern. They disgusted her but she would never say that out loud. The drunk man's face slowly became filled with rage. "You were ignoring me girl?" He asked in the same growl, swinging his hand to try and slap her. Grace had calculated what he was going to do, ducking just in time before suddenly lunging forward and punching the man in the face, successfully knocking out a couple teeth; then to make it worse she threw her hot stew in his face which caused a howl of pain. Quickly she stood up and walked away before he could register what happened.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 2, 2016 15:04:14 GMT -5
(xD Its alright)
James blew a breath out his nose. The price to pay for a decent crew. Laying the asked amount of coin on the bar, he accepted the drink and took a long sip before answering. "Aye, it's a rough one. Winds almost took out my maste and the waves took one crewmen overboard" He said deepy, the ale still thick on his throat. James licked the fresh drink from his lips and sighed. After a long journey, the drink was even better the he expected. At the ruckus from one corner of the tavern, James turned his head in curiousity. A man seemed to be attempting to gain a womans attention. The wrong woman to mess with it seemed. James, silently impressed with the female's spirit, turned back to the bar man. "Do you always have fighting females, or is it just that one?" He asked, a bit of tease and play in his voice.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 15:29:22 GMT -5
The bar man nodded thoughtfully as he collected the coins and placed them in a sack behind the counter. "I'd imagine that the storm would be beast, word is that it'll last awhile." He thought out loud, then turning over to see what the ruckus was. "Just her I think? She isn't from around here." He replied with a shrug as of it were nothing.
Grace eyed the man for a moment before approaching the bar man. "Excuse me sir." She said to get the bar man's attention, once he looked up she continued. "Would you happen to have a clean cloth that I could borrow." She said quietly, trying to ignore the fact that she had just gained the attention of most everyone in the tavern while holding up her bloodied hand. The older man looked up at the girl with an amused gleam in his eye. "Might I ask what happened lass?" He asked kindly. Putting some water on a cloth before handing it to her, bloody fights were a usual in the tavern. So having basic medical supplies laying around was nothing new. "Nothing, sir." She smiled giving the bar man a small nod, then glaring over at the drunk man in disgust as he appeared to be spitting out blood while staring down at his missing teeth in confusion. "Thank you." Grace muttered after talking the cloth and gently wiping the blood off of her hand while ignoring the sudden silence and stares in her direction.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 3, 2016 11:47:53 GMT -5
"Hm" James trailed off, taking another drink. When the fighting female approached the counter he studied her for a moment. Confident posture, obvious fighting skill, sassy, seemed stubborn, and apparently demanded respect from from men. She seemed like a odd maiden to him. A tug of curiousity moved in his mind and he turned to the side a bit to get a full look at the girl. "I'd think that's a bit more then nothing. Knocking out his teeth an all, not really something you see a lady doing daily" He said lightly. There was no malice of rude tone in his voice. Just a bit of tease and an undertone of curiousity and question.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 15:05:27 GMT -5
The bar man quietly nodded in agreement, most ladies wouldn't even be in a tavern unless had to be, then the wenches were always trying to get the attention of men; not punch them in the face.
Grace turned and looked up at the man standing beside her for a moment. "Then you aren't around the right kind of ladies." She stated bluntly. Handing the cloth back to the bar man before adding, "Or you are just around a bunch babies all the time." Coolly glancing back at the man with her green gaze, curious to see how he would react.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 3, 2016 15:30:18 GMT -5
James chuckled softly at the ladies reply, she had some wit about her as well. He admired that, it was something he didn't see often, and the fact that she wore her wit proudly was something he respected. James shook his head, "In fact, I'm hardly around ladies at all. Only woman I spend time with is the ocean and she's a nasty thing when she wants to be" He said lightly, glancing toward the door to check on the progress of the storm. It wasn't giving up, not anytime soon. Turning back to the female he added, "But I know fighting ladies aren't common or I'd here the stories as soon as I stepped on land. Gossip is handy when your dealing with fiesty women" James said, no sign of anything in his voice, no tease, but no rude tone either. He took a sip of his drink, studying the women over the rim of the cup. Hwever his attention was quickly drawn to his crew as shouts rang out and he heard a crash. James turned in his chair and cursed under his breath. "To much to drink" He muttered to himself. As a chair was smashed, James turned to the bar man. "My apologies, I'll pay for the damage. They haven't had a drink in some time, I think they had a bit much" He said, planning to finish his drink before breaking the fight up. They at least needed a few moment of action to keep them up and going, maybe they'd settle it themselves. However James doubted this would ever happen with his own crew.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 15:43:54 GMT -5
Grace was about to make a comment about the sea when the crew suddenly destroyed a chair, thus causing her to roll her eyes and quietly watch to see what would happen. A small smile appearing on her face at the sight of a crew who had drank too much, she was missing her own crew but the likeliness of seeing them again wasn't in her favor.
The barman slowly nodded. "I understand, things getting broken is actually rather common here." He said dully while calculating the cost for the chair, he wasn't going to give him the cost just yet in case anything else was broken. Wincing as a different group of men threw a tankard at the tavern wall, it was going to be a long night.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 3, 2016 16:38:32 GMT -5
James watched his crew, hoping they wouldn't break anything else. They were laughing and carrying on, no longer fighting, but now wrestling along the floor or cheering each other on. James shook his head with a slight chuckle. At least their spirits had been raised even if it was a bit to much to drink that cause the rise in spirit. He downed the last of his tankard and set it on the bar. "I'd like another" He said lightly to the bar man and then stood. "You'll have to excuse me for a moment" James made his way to his crew and gave a few of them a hearty clap on the back. He stood in the back, leaning against the wall, and pulled out a small silver pouch. "How 'bout a beat gentlemen?" He said to the two crewmen closest to him. They gave a short shout of pleasure and soon the thud thumping of feet and hands drifted in the air. James flashed a grin and pulled a silver harmonica from his pocket and wet his lips before placing it against his mouth. A up-beat, hearty tone struck through the air and not moments later his crew began singing an up-beat song, clapping and stomping their feet. James continued playing, tapping his own foot in time with the rest of them. He didn't do this often, but his crews cheer was infectious.
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