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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 26, 2016 13:22:57 GMT -5
The bounty hunter grinned, letting out a small laugh. She soon went into a fit of practiced coughs as though her old age was effecting her lungs. She then stretched out a feeble hand toward the girls face. "Such a sweet voice, come here child. Let me see you" She said and kept her hand stretched out. Hopefully the girl would realize what she wanted to let her touch her face. Then it would be simple from there.
James looked up when he thought he saw movvement from the corner of his vision. His gaze narrowed and exaimined the area arund him. But he didn't see anything. So with a careless shrug, he turned away and wiped th dagger clean, then slipped it inside his boot. Standing up and stretching with a slight yawn. He made his way back to the village.
(Not at all, I've been lacking my imagination lately or else I'd be a much better roleplay partner)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2016 15:23:28 GMT -5
Grace worriedly eyed the woman, the sound of her coughing seemed rough; but many elderly people sounded that way. "Are you alright Ma'am?" She asked softly while stepping closer to the elderly lady and lowering her head, fully understanding what she meant by seeing her.
The bounty hunter took a deep breath before trying his hardest to creep up on the pirate after slipping on his set of brass knuckles, he didn't intend to knock out his fellow man, no he wanted to merely stun him long enough to slip on some bonds. Then drag him back to the bounty hunters' current hideout.
( You're fine c: I kind of always doubt weather or not my RPs are any good. )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 30, 2016 13:55:45 GMT -5
The female bounty hunter smiled as the Red Reaper leaned in. Perfect. "Oh, perfectly alright now dear" She said lowly in her normal silkly voice. It didn't matter now whether or not the other woman heard. In one quick movement, the bounty hunter had her cloth in hand and lunged at the Red Reaper. She roughly clamped the cloth over both her mouth and nose and stepped behind Grace, placing a slim blade against her throat. Hopefully the chemical would work quickly and give the Red Reaper about 15 to 20 seconds of a short dizzy and disorienting spell. Just enough time to clamp on shackles.
James moved slowly, obviously paying no heed to the world around him. In fact he was absorbed in thought. A foolish idea for someone involved in a large plot to kill, but he didn't know any better. As far as he knew, the bounty hunters were after Grace and Grace alone. And that woman didn't want his help and apparently didn't need it either. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2016 14:07:53 GMT -5
Grace stiffened at the change in the woman's voice, about to take a step back when the cloth was pressed against her mouth and nose. Letting out a startled scream that was suppressed by the cloth, quickly going silent as the dizziness set in along with realizing that there was a blade being held against her throat which made it dangerous to so much as move.
The bounty hunter quickly darted out behind the pirate, taking a forceful swing at the side of his head while pulling out some shackles. Hopefully he wouldn't knock the pirate out, just stun him with maybe a headache.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 31, 2016 11:14:49 GMT -5
The female bounty hunter counted softly in her head. 1..2...3..4..5. The chemical must've taken its effect by now. The bounty hunter moved the cloth away from the Red Reaper's face and quickly pulled out a pair of shackles. She moved her blade off the womans throat and moved in front of her, roughly grabbing her wrists and slapping the shackles on. She had to be quick. Tucking the cloth in her pocket, she moved to shackle the Red Reaper's feet, praying the chemical would last a few moments longer.
James dropped his hand when rapid footsteps reached his ears. He moved to turn his head and was met but brass knuckles. Immediate pain shot through his jaw and he gave a sharp cry, stumbling to the side. "What in the name--!" He gasped. Bright red dots danced and faded before his eyes and he stumbled, trying to turn around and face his attacker.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 31, 2016 11:16:22 GMT -5
(Oh! I completely missed your oher reply. I feel the same way about all of my roleplays, especailly when I work hard and really love the idea but no one joins. This is a great roleplay though! No need to worry about it )
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 11:32:36 GMT -5
Grace took a sudden deep breath when the cloth was removed from her face, swaying slightly from the sudden dizziness. Feeling the shackles being roughly put on her wrist before she could react, that is when she realized that the bounty hunter was going to for her feet. Shaking her head before kicking her foot at them before losing her balance and falling to the ground as the chemicals began to wear off.
The bounty hunter quickly clasped the shackles on the pirate's right hand, then roughly grabbing the left and pulling it behind the man's back before clamping the other shackle closed. Then roughly kicking him in the back to try and knock him down to disarm the man.
( Exactly! Oh thank you cx )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 31, 2016 11:47:59 GMT -5
The female cursed loudly as a foot flew closer to her face then she'd like. Straightening to try and knock the women down, the bounty hunter reached forward, only to have the Red Reaper fall on her own. She shrugged and then quickly realized the chemical was wearing off. Proclaiming another foul curse she stepped forward, deciding that the best move was to use her own body weight. The bounty hunter sat down, none to gently, on the womens legs, trying to hold them still as she shackled them together.
James felt himself being yanked sideways and the dots danced more intensely as his body tried to catch up with itself. Before anything could register something roughly smacked his back. James tried to squirm away, stumbling like a drunk as he struggled to catch his balance. Taking a small risk, he kicked out backwards with his leg. Bad idea. The dots swam before his eyes, they were clearing, but his stomach wasn't sure it was okay with the experience. James stumbled and tripped to the side, trying to get his legs beneath him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 11:58:49 GMT -5
Grace began to thrash around when the bounty hunter sat on her legs. Determined to get her off or wiggle free, she too spitting out foulmouthed Irish curses. Suddenly sitting up and crashing her upper body into the bounty hunter woman and trying to bite her.
The bounty hunter huffed in amusement, standing behind the fallen pirate and carefully taking away the man's sword before dropping to the ground and roughly grabbing one of his legs before moving to apply the shackles to his ankle.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 31, 2016 12:33:41 GMT -5
The female grunted as legs thrashed beneath her. She managed to get one shackle on, but it would be of no use if she couldn't get the shackle on her other foot too. The female lurched forward as somethigng crashed against her back, she managed to stay firmly planted on the Red Reaper's legs, barely. Teeth scraped her shoulder and the bounty hunter growled in irritation. "Stop moving!" She hissed, swinging her elbow back harshly, hoping to catch ribs, or even face. That would be nice.
James, his stomach still churning, refused to vomit. He also did not agree well with this situation. He rolled on his back, finally veiwing his attacker. A bounty hunter!! Why did they want him! The man was blurry, but James could still tell what he was. With pained grunts, James began kicking his legs and inching backwards away from the man. He felt so very piteful, but there was nothing he could do, with hands bound behind he back, he could even brace himself on the ground.
(Looks like both Grace and the other girl have a whole vocabulary full of nasty words to shout at people xD)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 12:46:25 GMT -5
Grace stiffened when the elbow hit right across her cheek where a bruise was beginning to form which made sharp pain shoot across her face. Letting out what sounded like a growl before trying to roll over which would give her enough room to wiggle her way to freedom.
The bounty hunter rolled his eyes and let go, watching the pirate for a moment before just dropping himself on the pirate legs, quickly putting the shackles on before jumping backward away from the man and letting out a loud whistle. After a couple moments a medium sized brown horse came trotting out of the woods in search of it's master.
( Indeed cx )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 31, 2016 13:08:34 GMT -5
(xD Just because I'm enjoying my evil little bounty hunter. I shall name her. Her name shall be.....Rowan :3)
"Oh, no you don't" The female muttered and lunged forward. Trying to catch those squirming legs was like trying to pick of cooked noodles with oil covered hands, but the bounty hunter found a way. She dug her nails into the Red Reapers leg, using her nails to help her keep a grip. With the other hand she snatched up the shackled and slammed it against her ankle, slapping it shut. She rolled off the women and stood up, a bit out of breath from their struggle. She muttered a few nasty things and then cupped her mouth, making a sharp bird call. Two black horses slowly walked forward and she grabbed their reins.
James glared at the bounty hunter, looking around to see what his whistle would bring. To James slight relief, it was only a call for the horse. He glanced at the horse and then back at the bounty hunter. His vision had cleared and his senses were now sharp as always. Except for the nagging pounding in his head. That would leave a bruise.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 13:24:50 GMT -5
( If you want you could always bring her back later for something else cx )
Grace took another deep when the other woman got off of her, quietly watching the bounty hunter before using her muscles to help herself sit up, then cautiously standing up while watching the horses appear. Glaring at the other girl in disgust while taking a quick moment to look at her shackles.
The bounty hunter snatched a rope off the saddle before walking back over to the pirate and tying it to the shackles, carefully picking up the man's sword and putting it in an empty sheath while holding onto the rest of the rope. Then he climbed on his horse, tied the rope around the saddle horn and made the horse slowly begin to walk forward.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 31, 2016 14:23:24 GMT -5
(Ohhh, yea, maybe xD whenever we need something to spice up the roleplay I'll bring her in.)
The female bounty hunter looked at the women, glad she got up on her own. She put the reins over her horses neck and looked at the Red Reaper. "I could've brought one horse and made you walk, so don't give me that look" She snapped sassily. The bounty hunter moved toward her, "Get on the other one" She ordered, pulling out a small dagger to make sure her point was clear.
James frowned and watched the man in a rebellious silence. It's not like he could do anythign about his situation anyway. He looked at the horse and his frown deepened. The man honestly didn't expect him to walk!?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 14:41:42 GMT -5
( Yes, that works cx )
Grace raised an eyebrow at the woman, letting out a huff along with a few more curses under her breath before walking over and carefully climbing onto the horse. Taking a moment settle into the saddle before turning her fiery gaze back to the bounty hunter. "Anything else you'd like me to do for you princess?" She asked in annoyance.
The bounty hunter noticed that the rope wasn't loose after a few steps, turning in the saddle to look at the pirate. A demented smile showing on his face before kicking his heels into the horse's side. Making it suddenly bolt forward, it didn't matter if the man wanted to walk or not. It was walking or getting dragged across the rough muddy ground all the way to the hideout.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 31, 2016 14:54:48 GMT -5
(Oh! What if she is like James's sister or Grace's sister?!?!?!)
Rowan watched the Red Reaper witha guarded expression, her lips pressed lightly together. When the woman was in the saddle, the female bounty hunter moved to her own horse and mounted. She tied the Red Reaper's horse to her own and then looked at the woman. Rowan had decided to keep her hood up for the time being, she might take it off later. She smirked in a bitter sort of way, "You can shut that big mouth of yours" She snapped back at her, gathering her reins and kicking her horse into a trot.
James yelped as his wrists were suddenly jerked forward. He should've known something was going to happen after that insane smile the man gave him. James grunted and struggled to get to his feet, he really did not want to be dragged the whole way.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 15:05:47 GMT -5
( She could be James's, I've decided that Grace has a little brother but that's all cx ) ( I think I'm going to have my bounty hunter kind of question/taunt Grace to maybe bring out some plot points or information about herself. )
Grace let out a huff and rolled her eyes. "Of course your majesty." She called back in a much lighter voice, awkwardly holding onto the saddle. She couldn't really position her legs properly with the shackles, thus forcing her to ride side saddle. This was going to be an interesting ride. Sure she had been arrested before, but they mostly just threw people around rather then forcing them to ride horses.
The bounty hunter slowed the horse down enough that the pirate would be able to keep up better, he didn't entire want to kill the man by dragging him.
( Skip to when they get to the hideout? )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 31, 2016 15:12:39 GMT -5
(Okey dokey xD) (Ohhh sounds interesting ) Rowan rolled her eyes and shook her head, it was best to just ignore her anyway. She focused ahead, guiding the horses carefully. James slowly gathered his feet beneath him as the horse slowed. Welll at least the man was merciful enough to even slow the animal. He pulled his feet beneath him and began walking quickly to keep up. (Sure!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 15:25:24 GMT -5
( cx ) ( Just for RP purposes mine will be named Bram and goes by Raven for code reasons xD )
The male bounty had gotten back to the hideout before Rowan and the Red Reaper, having taken James and attached his shackles to these chains coming down from the ceiling to keep him standing. Slowly walking around the pirate and eyeing some of the other bounty hunters that had come back when they got word that everyone was to gather.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 31, 2016 15:41:46 GMT -5
(xD okay, sounds pretty cool xD)
Rowan pulled the horses to a stop outside the old building that was their hideout for now. She gracefully off her horse and gestured to the Red Reaper. "Off you go" She said flatly. While watching the woman to make sure she didn't try anything, Rowan removed the bridle of her horse and let it go, knowing the saddle wouldn't be a problem and the horse wouldn't go far.
James's legs ached from the walk, his head was pounding and his torso was scratched from the short drag. He wanted to sit so badly, but refused to look weak, especially in front of the growing crowd of bounty hunters. James dropped his head sideways, trying to find a comfortable position for his swollen jaw. With a small sigh, he closed his eyes, trying to listen for any kind of conversation going on between the bounty hunters.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 15:56:54 GMT -5
Grace kept a straight face while looking bounty hunter woman for a moment, deciding to not move for a couple moments before awkwardly hopping down so she wouldn't get herself killed by sitting on a horse for too long. "Anything else you'd like me to do for you, your majesty? Perhaps you'd like be to kick you in the shin?" She asked calmly as if she were some servant.
The head bounty hunter peered outside when he heard the horses, smiling to himself before turning to some of the other bounty hunters and giving them some orders in Latin. Watching as they all when silent and stood at attention.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 31, 2016 16:20:05 GMT -5
Rowan chuckled darkly and stuck her leg out, putting it in clear veiw as if daring the Red Reaper to try. "Take a kick if you'd like to loose your ankle" She said, twirlng a dagger from her belt. It wasn't like the woman could do much kicking anyway, her ankles were shackled together. Rowan waited a few moments before returning her leg to its original position, she wasn't sure whether the Red Reaper would actually try for it or not, but she had more important things to deal with. She released the other horse and then gestured toward the building, "Get inside"
James frowned when he heard Latin being spoke, he failed to hear the horses, but he heard the Latin loud and clear. James never spoke much Latin, he could identify when its being spoken, but couldn't translate it himself.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2016 16:35:07 GMT -5
Grace eyed the building, taking a couple steps in the direction of the building before turning and looking back at the other woman. "And what if I don't? You want to kill me right, well then what are you waiting for?" She asked bluntly, it never made sense to her why some people drug their prisoners around lives prizes.
The head bounty hunter had been watching from inside, rolling his eyes before walking outside and putting his arm around the Red Reaper. "Because coming inside is in your best interests at the moment." Forcefully guiding her inside before she could say anything. The moment the other bounty hunters saw here they all suddenly started speaking and shuffling around excitedly. "Silence!" He bellowed at his men, then clipping the Red Reaper onto another set of chains hanging down not far from the male pirate.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Sept 1, 2016 8:26:43 GMT -5
Rowan rolled her eyes, about to snap something nasty to the woman, but the other bounty hunter appeared, quickly guiding her inside. Rowan rolled her eyes and shouldered the bridles. She followed them inside, but made a small right, arriving at a closet which she hung the bridles inside. Unclipping her cloak, she tossed it aside as well, finally revealing her apearance. She was fairly tall, around 5'8, with a slim but muscular frame. Her skin was tanned with freckles spotting her face. She had long black hair, one side of it in tight braids moving horizantally, the other side hanging freely. Rowan turned and moved back inside the room with the other bounty hunters, standing in a corner to get a good veiw.
(Decided to at least describe her xD)
James lifted his head at the sudden murmuring and shout. He opened his eyes, taking a few glances around. When the chains near him moved, he turned, seeing the bounty hunter clipping someone to them. James watched curiously before realizing. Who else would they've wanted. He frowned at his conclusion and that frown only deepened when the bounty hunter moved and he saw his conclusion was correct. "Fancy seeng you here" James said lightly as though it were a casual meeting. Though an undertone of sarcasm laced his voice.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 9:22:45 GMT -5
( I'm going to describe Grace a little more too cx tbh I kind of like describing characters to their fullness if that makes sense. )
The head bounty hunter-who went by Raven- pushed back his hood to reveal his light face and mostly bald head. Taking a quick step back and looked at the Red Reaper again, hearing what sounded like a cloak getting removed that gave him the idea to take away the Red Reaper's too; so he could see most any weapon within the range of her hands. So he roughly ripped off her cloak and throwing it on the ground just out of reach. His gaze momentarily shifting to the male pirate then back to her. Eyeing her as if she was some exotic creature that needed to be tamed rather then another human like himself.
Grace glared over at James in response, then snapped her attention back to the bounty hunter as he took her cloak away. Inwardly cursing as her gaze followed the cloak to the filthy floor, if did in fact contain many small weapons. Huffing softly before standing up straight with her chin held high. Without her cloak she lost pretty much any bulk she seemed to have, it had revealed her willowy build that put her somewhere between 5'7 and 5'8, and her pale freckled skin. Yes she had muscle but it wasn't as apparent as the female bounty hunter's thus making here appear to be fairly skinny and not as dangerous. Even her sharp green gaze and long ginger hair appeared to be nonthreatening as she somehow began to maintain a completely calm expression while looking back at the bounty hunter.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Sept 1, 2016 13:50:14 GMT -5
(Me too! I always have to watch myself though because alot of time I get carried away and end up writing like 2 paragraphs about my characters looks and clothing xD I've also decided that Rowan's old name was Arwon, but after some dramatic historical events, she became a part of the bounty hunters and changed her name to Rowan ) Rowan leaned against the wall, arms crossed across her chest and one leg propped against the wall as well. She exaimed the Red Reaper without her cloak, the woman didn't seem as large or muscular. She frowned, obviously impatient to get on with it. The silence was something they could easily avoid, "Let's get on with it then, I didn't bring her in so we could lousey about and look at her" Rowan said flatly, her English accent finally shining through her voice. (I couldn't remember if James was English or not, but they were serperated [in a way] when they were young, so I figured Rowan just got her English accent from whoever she ended up with xD) James smirked in response to her glare, he wasn't really in much of an angry mood at the moment. No, his face hurt a bit to much for that. Though the throbbing was subsiding. However his mind jerked to attention as a female voice spoke up. I know that voice He almost whispered outloud, but managed to hold his tongue. James slowly shifted his weight to attempt to get a look over his shoulder, could it be possible?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 14:14:43 GMT -5
( Nice! Also I really like the name Rowan so that is nice cx )
The head bounty hunter shot Rowan a sharp look. "Patientia, Rowan. I have some questions for the Red Reaper then we can carry on, I'd would enjoy knowing who exactly we are dealing with here. Then if you'd like we can take off both of their heads." He told her calmly, glancing at the male pirate who seemed to be moving before rolling his eyes and taking a step closer to the Red Reaper and putting a couple fingers under her chin. His dark gaze running over her pale face curiously. "Gráinne Ó Conaill." He said softly, watching to see her reaction.
( He said patience in Latin. )
Grace stiffened, that was her real name; it was Irish even though she normally went by Grace or Granuaile O'Connell which were the English versions. Glancing down at the bounty hunter's hand and pulling her head back in defiance which earned her a slap across the face. Forcing herself to act calm while looking the head bounty hunter in the eye. "Is there a problem sir? Because I do not believe I gave you permission to touch me." She asked clearly despite her natural accent appearing, she might be in chains but that didn't stop her from sassing anyone.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Sept 1, 2016 16:53:13 GMT -5
(xD Thanks, I stole it from a TV series I was once obsessed with xD)
Rowan frowned, but silenced herself obediently. She wasn't sure whether his word would hold true, everyone was a slick liar in this shack. You never knew who to trust, but she would kill them herself if things went astray. Moving into her relaxed position once more, she watched. However one hand mindless twirled a razor sharp dagger. She always needed something to occupy her hands, she didn't really know why, but it helped her keep herself quiet.
James watched the scene unfold with little interest. Sure, he cringed at the slap, and decent man would. But his stubborn characteristics prevented him from speaking up in her defense. He trusted she could do ,that herself. Instead he was moving himself around, trying to turn to locate the voice. Just one look, that's all he needed.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 17:28:37 GMT -5
( What show may I ask? )
Bram merely smiled at the girl. "So you are Gráinne Ó Conaill then?" Chuckling to himself, "We've had a hard time trying to find you Chieftain, or would that technically be Chieftess?" Walking around the girl running his gaze over her. "You know you don't look like chief materiel, after all you are hardly more then a girl," Dropping his voice to avoid Rowan hearing. "Women aren't supposed to rule or be pirates, if you knew your place we could have easily avoided this." Once again he was standing in front of her, something about taunting and playing with the Red Reaper before killing her seemed like fun. "So if you are Chief Gráinne... That makes your father Maolán Ó Conaill, correct?" Looking at her eyes once again for confirmation before continuing. "So your father was the highly esteemed but late Wolf of West Éire, a pirate chief like yourself." He concluded with a sharp laugh. "You know rarely do I consider myself a saint, but killing you would ultimately a huge favor to the English after all the trouble your family has caused and who knows? Maybe when my men and I get paid for this we'll take out that little brother of yours as well."
Grace rolled her eyes as she listened, but the moment he mentioned the English and killing her brother she snapped. Both of her parents were dead and if someone were to so much as lay a finger on her brother she'd chase them around the world if needed. "The English are monsters! And if anyone touches my brother I will personally make them wish they had never been born! You little-" Exploding into Irish and naming just about any curse word she knew, then switched to Latin, English and then a few random other languages that she had learned the dirty words from because of her crew.
( Sorry if this is long x.x )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Sept 1, 2016 17:40:54 GMT -5
(Reign I think xD It was a kind of medieval show with lots of twists and turns. But I liked it a lot for awhile. Then I kind of got over it and it wasn't that interesting anymore xD)
Rowan's lips curled in a snarl and she had to hold back the urge to spit upon the nasty Irish woman. The English were monsters!?! She was the one who anchored her cursed ship in English harbors, raiding and killing. Pillaging was all the Red Reaper ever cared about. And she called the English monsters! Rowan's grip stiffened on her blade in with one flick of her wrist the blade lashed in front of the Irish woman's face, wedging itself in the wall. "Does she need her tongue for the questioning?" Rowan growled lowly.
James finally got himself turned about and locked gazes on the owner of the voice. It couldn't be. Yet here she was in the flesh. How long had it been? At least 15 years! He looked at Arwon, color draining from his face. She didn't even notice him, or seem to care that he was chained and bruised. What happened to that innocent sweet little girl he'd left at home?
(No problem! xD)
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