|
|
Post by mourningdove on Nov 16, 2017 1:16:27 GMT -5
(Aight sorry if my reply isn't that good!! And if i don't catch all the typos!)
Nicola had reluctantly left the ship. the beautiful vessel was truly his favorite place to be, and while he did enjoy exploring whatever new horizon his beloved ship through him to, he preferred being in the middle of a dark ocean rather than docked at a little island. This wasn't even a new island; he had been here before. Every pirate had.
With a sigh, Nicola let the salty air fill his lungs before he exhaled slowly, tying his hair up as he walked up the damp dock ramp. At least it was misty, and the overcast sky promised to color the sea a darker hue. That was his favorite, even if he did once slip on the soaked deck of the Vile Squid, busting his lip wide open. Absentmidedly, Nicola adjusted the bracelet on his wrist as he walked the streets. Last visit, a nasty group of men had jumped Nicola, taking the money he had on him, plus his nice coat and boots. Learning from this, he now walked through the shabby buildings with his shoulders drawn and his eyes set straight in front of him, daring someone to look at him. He wasn't sure if it was intimidating or not, but he thought it was working.
Figuring he would join his fellow crewmates, the young Frenchmen swung open the door to a little building that reeked of ale. Nicola wasn't really a big fan of the drink, but his friends were, and more importantly, his crush was. Plus, where else would he go? A few whiskeys later, Nicola was perhaps buzzed, looking to see who else was occupying the bar. He spotted his captain, and raised a hand in greeting. So he had caught up with them. The navigator wouldn't he so bold as to impose on the captains alone time, though, so he turned back to the bar and promptly ordered another drink. And perhaps a water while he was at it.
|
|
|
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 16, 2017 1:46:34 GMT -5
.REIGNS . If she were being honest with herself – which she tried as often as possible to do – Reigns would admit that she was less than thrilled at the times when the Vile Squid docked to resupply and give the crew a chance to blow off some steam. Reigns would much rather be on the open sea, where it was difficult for anything to sneak up on them.Especially her past. The woman frowned, watching as the captain strode off the ship and touched down on the slick, dampened dock of Millonae. She sighed, wrinkling her nose at the stench in the air. Booze, rotting trees, salt water – which she didn’t mind, but combined with other scents it was awful – and piss. Sailors came here to get as drunk as possible before setting sail again. Reigns wasn’t one of those, and while she might partake in a drink or two, she made it a point to never get drunk. It wasn’t safe; a drunk mind wasn’t aware, and it was when she wasn’t aware that the ghosts of her pasts snuck up on her. She’d never admit it to anyone, but she was haunted by her memories. Not necessarily unusual, but Reigns was literally haunted – she saw things, flashes of faces in the crowd. PTSD, but as there wouldn’t be such a diagnosis for hundreds of years to come, Reigns thought of herself as half-insane.
She wrinkled her nose again, putting her hands on her hips as Nemo disappeared into the crowd – but not before she saw him accept some random bottle from some random person, take a swig, and then spit it out and toss it into the sea. Gross. This is why you didn’t accept things from stranger. Stranger danger was real, apparently. She sighed, glanced about the deck of the ship to ensure it was properly taken care of and that the sails were carefully folded and stored away, and then turned to follow after Nemo, like she often did. She was his guardian angel, in a way; she did her best to keep him from getting himself killed, and tried to drag him out of dangerous situation. She failed about ninety-nine percent of the time, considering that Nemo seemed to have a death wish and loved to jump into situations likely to end with his head disconnecting from his neck. Ugh; why she allowed herself to get tangled up in Nemo’s personal drama she’d never know. Sure, he was good company sometimes, and they had fun more often than not, but getting involved was dangerous. She couldn’t have a repeat of that night again; she wouldn’t survive it.
The soft leather boots she wore thumped across the deck with each step as she walked, her pace easy, her stance stiff but confident. As usual, she had an array of weapons on her form. A knife in each boot, another one pressed in a sheath against the small of her back, and one on the side of her right thigh. A curved short-sword rested on her left hip, although it was contained in a detailed, decorated sheath. There were a few things Reigns spent her money on; a pair of comfortable shoes, and weaponry. Shoes were a necessity; walk around in a pair of terrible shoes, and you’d sell your mother for something better. Reigns carefully maintained her shoes, and threatened to cut off the fingers of anyone who tried to touch them or steal them.
The dock was slick beneath her as she stepped off the ship, narrowing her sea-colored eyes at those who were mingling about. One look at the expression on her face, and they made a path for her to walk through. She headed for the tavern, where she guessed Nemo would be, but when sticky fingers wrapped around her arms and tried to jerk her back, Reigns spun on her heel, sliding her free hand to wrap around the hilt of the blade on the small of her back. The man who’d grabbed her gave her a two-toothed smile; the rest of his teeth were black and rotting, or gone entirely. He slurred something at her, but she couldn’t understand him.
His breath was rank and burned of alcohol, and Reigns curled her lip back over her teeth in a sneer. In one smooth, practiced movement, she withdrew the knife, brandished it for long enough to get the man’s grip to loosen as his animal hindbrain instincts kicked in to ensure his survival, and then slashed downward across the man’s wrist. She stepped to the side to avoid the blood splatter, and then used the man’s sleeve to clean the blade. “Never touch me,” she snarled at him. His hand went lip, thanks to the fact that Reigns had severed the nerves in tendons, and as he wailed in pain and disbelief, she slid the blade back in its hidden compartment and went on her journey. She’d drawn some attention, but most people grew bored with the man’s screaming and returned to their previous tasks a few moments before. It wasn’t unusual for someone to meet their end on the edge of a blade. Reigns filed the encounter away as she slipped into the tavern, wrinkling her nose again. It stank in there; how Nemo could even stand it was beyond her, but her sense of smell was stronger than most. She spotted the captain she’d been searching for speaking to another man in a distinct hat, with a massive feather. He must’ve been compensating for something. As Reign approached, the feathered hat man stood and glanced in her direction. As with all faces she saw, his was burned on her memory. She sat down in front of Nemo, occupying the sea the man had just been in. She studied him. “You look like you’ve just kissed a ghost and found out it was your long-lost sister. Who was that guy?” She reached forward, grabbed his drink, and took a long swallow. Her tongue and throat burned, and she nearly coughed. It must've been distressing for Nemo to get something that strong. "That's the worst drink I've had in a while. What the hell are you drinking?
|
|
|
Post by lozi on Nov 16, 2017 7:23:09 GMT -5
(Show me your drawings!! Also Nicola has a crush on the gunmaster it's decided lol) Haha I can just imagine Benno having no idea how to react lol )
|
|
|
Post by mourningdove on Nov 16, 2017 12:10:06 GMT -5
(I love reigns omg I want to protect her always Omg I can relate)
|
|
|
Post by shades on Nov 16, 2017 12:31:11 GMT -5
[ almost finished with my starter. i'd like to mention how tempting it is to use a picture of the kid pirate character from the kid disney show jake and the neverland pirates
I had way too much fun writing this. I haven't written the attitudes or young kids since i was like, a teenager ]
|
|
|
Post by lozi on Nov 16, 2017 14:59:49 GMT -5
[ Ack I promise I’ll finish Alastair and get my boys’ starters up soon. I’m not home so it might be a bit, but I’ll try to do it tonight. ]
|
|
|
Post by shades on Nov 16, 2017 16:15:32 GMT -5
[ it's cool! life happens. ]
|
|
|
Post by lozi on Nov 16, 2017 19:01:51 GMT -5
[ oh gosh I'm actually the worst. I haven't even started to find a face claim for a roleplay profile, or writing my starter, or finishing poor Alastair. I've been trying to get homework done. I guess I'll draw Benno for the face claim. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2017 19:02:02 GMT -5
mm, I'm really tempted to join this roleplay, it looks so lovely and advanced. but I'm sick and honestly super exhausted rn so I'm not sure I'd have the muse to do it, ugh. }
|
|
|
Post by mourningdove on Nov 16, 2017 19:12:42 GMT -5
(Heck YES I love drawings of people's characters! And you can reply before all that you Dork And please join!! I hope you feel well soon!! Drink lots of water and Gatorade)
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2017 19:15:57 GMT -5
I'll probably start working on a form tomorrow, if I'm feeling better. this looks too good to pass up }
|
|
|
Post by mourningdove on Nov 16, 2017 19:25:13 GMT -5
(Hurray!!)
|
|
|
Post by lozi on Nov 16, 2017 20:00:29 GMT -5
[ Ack Benno's hair is going to be my undoing... ]
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2017 20:19:18 GMT -5
I know the feeling, astro }
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2017 21:46:04 GMT -5
wow, astro, he looks amazing! I'm jealous of your artistic talent. I'd post some of my sketches, but I'm horribly self-conscious. }
|
|
|
Post by lozi on Nov 16, 2017 21:46:44 GMT -5
[ If you find one you'd like to share, go ahead! I love seeing other people's art! ]
|
|
|
Post by mourningdove on Nov 16, 2017 21:53:25 GMT -5
(A BEAUTIFUL FRECKLES BOI Polaris u best post some art I LIVE for peoples art)
|
|
|
Post by lozi on Nov 16, 2017 21:54:31 GMT -5
[ dove ty ty ^.^'' ]
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2017 22:02:23 GMT -5
I already have a sketch of my boy Benjamin, but I don't have it with me rn }
|
|
|
Post by mourningdove on Nov 16, 2017 22:18:43 GMT -5
(Can we call him Benji pls)
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2017 22:22:44 GMT -5
omg yes. Benji it is }
|
|
|
|
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 17, 2017 0:20:07 GMT -5
[ aww I go until Tuesday ]
|
|
|
Post by mourningdove on Nov 17, 2017 0:37:31 GMT -5
(yo same! we lost two days for some football weekend lol)
|
|
|
Post by shades on Nov 17, 2017 0:42:32 GMT -5
[ I go til Tuesday also! But I don't have much going on til after Thanksgiving. ]
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2017 0:51:46 GMT -5
tomorrow is my last day, but I don't exactly have plans for the week. }
|
|
|
Post by mourningdove on Nov 17, 2017 1:11:37 GMT -5
(Its ya boi!!)
|
|
|
Post by lozi on Nov 17, 2017 7:01:40 GMT -5
[ *chokes* v v v cuteeee. I envy your skills. ]
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2017 10:25:08 GMT -5
{ he's so cute *v* your artwork is amazing, dove! what pens/pencils do you use? }
|
|