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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 8, 2017 13:32:43 GMT -5
"I'm stocking up on medical supplies for the ship," Bea replied, nodding towards the supplies she was carrying "I was running out of a few things and this crew doesn't seem to know how to keep out of trouble. What about yourself?"
This was strange, being in a perfectly normal conversation with a pirate. Not something Bea had been expecting to be doing with her day, anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2017 13:41:05 GMT -5
Selene narrowed her eyes as she took a few steps forward as well. "Cranky? Well I'm sorry to offend a whiny brat like yourself. Your suggestions can go to Davy Jone's locker for all I care. A princess is a princess and she'll be a use to me. Now get your sorry bum off my ship before I make you my personal fish food," She hissed as she got ready to fight. "Oh, is that so Captain? I would love to see you try to do that," Klaus muttered, sheathing one of his swords, then bringing one to point at Selene. "Please, do show me how good of a fighter you are; I would love to be entertained for a big."
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Post by amberice on Jan 8, 2017 14:06:19 GMT -5
Ceto could hear raised voices up on the deck of the Siren's Call. Holding firmly to the hull with one hand, she raised the hand with the bottle and waved it to get Ambrose's attention. Her voice, surprisingly soft and rolling her words together somewhat, rose above the sound of waves slapping against the ship, "What's the commotion upthere?"
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 8, 2017 14:09:53 GMT -5
"I'm stocking up on medical supplies for the ship," Bea replied, nodding towards the supplies she was carrying "I was running out of a few things and this crew doesn't seem to know how to keep out of trouble. What about yourself?" This was strange, being in a perfectly normal conversation with a pirate. Not something Bea had been expecting to be doing with her day, anyway. 'We hit a storm on the way here and lost a lot of our supplies to the weather.' He grimly replied. 'Food got soaked and as did our own medical supplies.' He sighed and hefted what was in his arms. 'Not even sure I can afford the food.'
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 8, 2017 14:18:35 GMT -5
"I'd help if I could but I'm on a strict budget" Bea explained "I've only been given a little bit to spend and I can't go over. I'm really sorry"
She really did feel bad about it - she was really passionate about helping people, and she hated it when she couldn't be of any help
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Jan 8, 2017 14:47:06 GMT -5
Goooood morning
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Post by amberice on Jan 8, 2017 15:05:11 GMT -5
(yo)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jan 8, 2017 16:55:54 GMT -5
[ HEY ]
Ambrose blinked down at Ceto, pulled out of his thoughts at the sight of her waving the bottle. As she mentioned it now, he turned his head slightly in the direction of the voices, narrowing his eyes as he picked apart what was happening. "There's a stowaway. I think he wants to fight the captain," he explained, but didn't seem so concerned. He hadn't exactly been there to agree with the whole kidnap the princess thing, so he didn't particularly care about stepping in unless his captain called for backup. He turned and leaned his back against the railing of the ship, crossing his arms to listen.
Charles listened to both of their arguments, their stories, his expression unchanging. Naturally, in his head he felt quite bad that those things had happened to them, but it wasn't enough to sway his opinion. Frankly, it didn't sound like they were listening to what he was saying at all, and this argument was all but exhausted. "Look, I'm sorry that those terrible things happened to you both, and I cannot and will not deny the corruption that exists in the Navy as does any organization, but that does not mean I will help you," he insisted, flicking some lint off of the shoulder of his coat as if bored. "I'm not denying your emotions or capability thereof, but the simple fact is that you both are criminals, I don't trust you, and I will not be breaking my protocol to help you. You're fools to think I'd waste resources and endanger my crew for something this ridiculous. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have places to be." Shooting them one last look, he turned and gestured for Mitzi and Vihaan to follow him out.
As much of a jerk Baron came off as, he didn't dislike Blair either. She was less volatile and dangerous than the rest of the crew, but still very capable on her own, and he felt like he could mess around with her without risking a knife to the throat. Plus, at least she didn't have the sense of humor of a rock, unlike some people. Grinning to himself, he leaned against the big crate and held the rag out, dangling it around as if to bait her. It wasn't as effective as it could be, considering she was an inch taller than him, but he knew she'd snatch for it.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 8, 2017 17:02:50 GMT -5
"I'd help if I could but I'm on a strict budget" Bea explained "I've only been given a little bit to spend and I can't go over. I'm really sorry" She really did feel bad about it - she was really passionate about helping people, and she hated it when she couldn't be of any help ((Sorry for poof Semp!! Got caught up chatting with my friend and her bf on the phone and then there was no Uber's so had to walk home a bit drunk lol certainly been an eventful night)) 'Oh, don't worry about it!' He immediately said, looking surprised at how kind she was being towards him. 'Really, its fine. I can make some money using less conventional methods.' He added, walking to the counter with the woman to pay for his things. 'Escorting usually pays heftily.' He said, winking at her.
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Post by 21 Guns on Jan 8, 2017 17:26:42 GMT -5
Vihaan let out a small huff and slid off the chair his heels making a clicking sound when he landed on the floor, paying for his drink he turned to follow Charles.
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Post by amberice on Jan 8, 2017 17:38:24 GMT -5
Ceto leaned upwards slightly, wishing she could actually see what was going on up there. It sounded rather exciting. Alas, she could only listen. Looking up towards where Ambrose leaned, she called up to him once more, "Why not just throw them in?"
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Jan 8, 2017 17:40:45 GMT -5
sorry for the sudden absence i wasnt feeling well so i decided to take a few days off. im making a new character but if anyone is open to rp with the two i have i can rp for a bit)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 8, 2017 18:37:34 GMT -5
Here)
Victor after promising to pay Crystal moves to the balcony and looks out at the city. He had a servant send a bird out to Admiral Ezra to prepare for battle and for the guards to go to the pier. "Hold on Lisa help is on the way." He mumbled mostly to himself.
Roy continued to wait. His mind wandered thinking about a nice drink and a warm meal.
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Post by 21 Guns on Jan 8, 2017 19:57:17 GMT -5
Neerav watched his king quietly frowning slightly. He approached Victor stopping a few feed away "My king... Is there anything you wish me to do?" He asked calmly and in a gentle tone.
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Post by liz on Jan 8, 2017 20:00:16 GMT -5
Glaring, Jacqueline couldn't contain her temper, not enough to control her next actions. Ripping her pistol out, she closed her right eye and quickly shot, the bullet grazing the man's ear. All too soon, a bar fight ensued and she shouted over the fight, "Let's go boys, before this gets too messy, this is a new dress." Picking up her skirts, she ducked as a chair went flying. Delivering a punch to another man diving towards her, she made it to the door and turned to look at her men. "Well come on, we've got to get more supplies if we're going to get ourselves a princess."
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 8, 2017 20:07:08 GMT -5
Roy jumped when he heard a large noise coming from the bar. He blinked seeing his captain come running out. "Guessing it went south"? He asked.
"Right now nothing yet." Victor turned around to look at him. "However I would like you to remain in the castle. The pirates may try again."
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Post by 21 Guns on Jan 8, 2017 20:15:01 GMT -5
Neerav nodded bowing slightly "Yes my king." He stood straight again and looked out over the kingdom. "They will get her back." He said quietly.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jan 8, 2017 20:19:25 GMT -5
((Omfg Jack! I love her x'D Abel is patently waiting for them by the ship btw ;3 so just grab him if they're gonna rush there))
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 8, 2017 20:28:50 GMT -5
"I hope so." Victor said looking back towards his city. For a moment his face looked distant and sad. He hoped the pirates wouldn't hurt her. He feared the day that fate would take his daughter away from him.
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Post by liz on Jan 8, 2017 20:58:30 GMT -5
"Doesn't it always end up horribly wrong?" She shouted, pushing out of the doors and grabbing the man by the collar. "That boy, Abel? Did he return to the ship?" She asked, panting slightly, her eyes darting back to peer into the pub.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Jan 8, 2017 23:30:09 GMT -5
Mitzi continued to not care about their stories. From the looks of it, Charlie had no intense reaction about it either, so that was kind of comforting. Even if she knew who any of these people were supposed to be, Mitzi was pretty sure she still wouldn't care. Every pirate had some sob story of a history. God, Marietta herself was made to live much of her young life as her dead brother. With a smirk, she gladly followed beside Charles. Flinching at the gun shot, she spun towards the girl, ready to cause some harm. However, her hesitation allowed Charlie just enough time to stop her, if he so pleased.
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Post by chesshirelocke on Jan 8, 2017 23:59:22 GMT -5
Selene narrowed her eyes as she took a few steps forward as well. "Cranky? Well I'm sorry to offend a whiny brat like yourself. Your suggestions can go to Davy Jone's locker for all I care. A princess is a princess and she'll be a use to me. Now get your sorry bum off my ship before I make you my personal fish food," She hissed as she got ready to fight. "Oh, is that so Captain? I would love to see you try to do that," Klaus muttered, sheathing one of his swords, then bringing one to point at Selene. "Please, do show me how good of a fighter you are; I would love to be entertained for a big." "If it is entertainment you want then go to the tavern,"She hissed and clashed her sword against him. Her eyes were narrowed. Shd quickly pushed against the blade skilledfully. "When I'm done, you'll be swimming to Davy Jone's locker,'she smirked a bit as she continued her fighting.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Jan 9, 2017 1:52:40 GMT -5
Ambrose snorted into his hand. As if he hadn't thought of that once before! But, despite being a pirate, his go-to choice was not to immediately murder people, if he had a choice at all. Just, sometimes this pirate life was a little ridiculous. He wished he could go back to something quieter, but this was the easiest way to be close to the sea. He flicked his gaze back down at Ceto. "I've thought about it, trust me. But, I don't exactly know how to steer a ship. And I don't want them to die. You don't eat people, do you?"
Charles flinched- both out of surprise and pain, but the pain was very short-lived. His ear rang horribly, and in his seconds of daze he was working out what exactly had happened. He reached up a hand to his ear, bringing out in front of his eyes only to see blood. Huh. Well that was unexpected. Reflexively, he grabbed the back of Mitzi's coat, signaling her not to give chase as well as physically pulling her with him. He kept an eye on Vihaan too, making sure not to lose him in the crowd that erupted around him, pushing his way towards the back door. He wasn't an impulsive man, but god did he ever want to shoot that woman. Kicking open the door, he slipped out and sucked in a breath as if he'd just surfaced, flicking the blood from his hand. "Well that was um...that was the opposite of relaxing."
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 9, 2017 13:33:47 GMT -5
Vince swore explosively as the shot ranh out and became the catylist for the violence that ensued in the bar. He grabbed a sword from under the bar and tried to limit the damage to the bar itself. Chairs and tables could be replaced cheaply, but the alcohol would be more expensive.
Jeremiah's eyes widened as Jacqueline shot Charles, and immediately began to cross the room towards them. His large figure made it easy to push people aside so he could leave with his captain.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 9, 2017 13:43:50 GMT -5
OOC May I join this? I'd love to do a pirates roleplay and this one sounds really fun.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 9, 2017 14:05:42 GMT -5
OOC Well if I am, here's my form...
Name: Alistair Vecktombordra
Description: Alistair is tall, at around 6'1, more or less and has a solid feel to him. He's muscular and fit, and always makes sure to stay in shape. He has a nice, creamy complexion, a few faded freckles along the bridge of his nose, and dark green eyes. His hair is black and honestly rather shaggy, it's sort of long, going down to his shoulder blades, so it's usually either in a ponytail, or let loose, depending on how much he actually cares at the time. He has quite a few scars and a story behind each one that he would enjoy telling far too much, along with this are a few tattoos as well. He has a sea serpent tattoo on his right shoulder in the back, a dragon tattoo on his left ankle, and finally a rabbit tattoo on his chest. He also has a story behind each one of them.
Age: 20
Personality: Alistair is odd, let's make no mistake about that. He's a very contradictory person. He's extremely devoted and loyal to his crew and has a sort of messed up idea of justice, has a bit of an anger issue however he hardly let's that show and is actually a rather laid back type of guy. He's got this odd need to protect and is really not happy unless he has someone he can protect. Honestly he didn't even mean to become a pirate...it sort of happened on accident and it's often left to say that he just doesn't quite fit in. He enjoys everything sweet and has a horrible sweet tooth, yet at the same time he had the obsessive need to stay in shape and forced himself to do so, no matter what. Alistair's protective of his personal space and doesn't exactly like it when people enter it, in fact it's better to just avoid his personal space in general. When around people he likes, or even just civil people, he prefers to talk things out, and is an expert at picking locks of any kind, however if he's talking to someone he doesn't like, Alistair would much rather talk with his fists or his pistol than with words. He really enjoys things such as fire and warmth and Alistair despises the cold with an absolute passion. He treasures sleep a little too much and is a bit too easy to manipulate, he's also incredible naive for a pirate and would likely believe anything you told him.
What you are: pirate of the devil's advocate
Rank: crew
Weapons: he has a sword that he's very fond of, a pistol, and his own fighting moves because sometimes, good old hand to hand combat is better that shooting someone.
Backstory: Alistair actually accidentally snuck onto a pirate's ship at a young age because he was trying to get the cat that had snuck on, off. However by the time the crew found him, it was too late to drop him back off and so they let him be part of the crew, starting as a cabin boy, he spent years rising in the ranks and ended up just accepting the life of a pirate. He was also allowed to keep the cat, who he named Barnaby up until he died, and now Alistair's actually hoping to adopt a new pet...maybe a rabbit this time around, as he has always liked them.
Crush: None yet.
Significant Other: Does his dead cat count?
Other: Shiver me timbers
SN: S'more
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Post by Nighteyes on Jan 9, 2017 14:09:10 GMT -5
((May I ask how you pronounce his second name omg))
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 9, 2017 14:15:48 GMT -5
OOC I know, his second name is ridiculous.
Veh-tom-bored-ra
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