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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2017 14:45:31 GMT -5
{ I don't want to take away from dove's awesome art skills, but I was considering posting a couple of my Benji sketches if you're cool w that }
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Post by lozi on Nov 19, 2017 15:14:33 GMT -5
[ Putting up a fight starter now! ]
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Post by mourningdove on Nov 19, 2017 15:31:36 GMT -5
(Show me show me!!)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2017 15:40:01 GMT -5
{ I took the picture at a weird angle, so everything looks a lil disproportionate }
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Post by mourningdove on Nov 19, 2017 15:42:51 GMT -5
(I LOVE HIM OMG LOOK AT THAT WELL DRESSED YOUNG MAN)
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Post by lozi on Nov 19, 2017 15:55:36 GMT -5
Benno Tigs A man begins to die when he ceases to expect anything from tomorrow. ⎈ ⎈ ⎈ ⎈
If anyone were to get into a bar fight today, it would be Benno. You couldn't really blame him though, he'd been married to grief and beguiled by alcohol since he'd stepped foot in the pub. By now, the two vices had him in a headlock, as they stripped away his reasoning and sanity. He suffered and hit the bottle silently, none of his actions could be considered conspicuous. He was just another drunken sailor at the bar.
No, it wasn't what he was doing that stuck out, it was the heavy pouch that hung from his waist that caught his eyes. For every couple of drinks he would reach into the pouch and pull out a coin, that was well over what he was supposed to be paying. At this time, he'd paid for every drink he'd consumed thrice, unbeknownst to him. The bartender, who was all too happy to give Nicola alcohol poisoning as long as he kept paying, was just as happy to accept Benno's coins at his expense.
One of the patrons must have been eyeing him closely, since he apparently thought he could scam his hands into Benno's pockets. But the pouch had been tied tightly to his waist, and Benno was soon alerted by the tugging. He turned his cold, scattered gaze onto the man, sizing him up. He was roughly his size, but his sly grin told everyone he thought he was bigger than he really was. The one thing that could put Benno into real trouble, was that he was considerably less inebriated than Benno.
"You're drinking like you've just killed your mother, mate. Care to share the wealth?"
Benno's face screwed up, as if he'd just smelled something absolutely repulsive. No one would know what was going through his mind aside from him. The man's words were like a slap to his face, and they registered clearly in his mind. There was no way the man could have known what had happened to Benno's mother, but Benno hadn't thought about that at that moment. He let out a roar, and lurched to his feet, his raven hair falling over his eyes. He swept the strands aside, clutching the countertop to steady him on his legs, which felt like jelly. Benno noted that the man had a couple of inches on him.
The first punch made contact with a sickening crunch, right in center of the man's face. The sandy-haired male's nose began to stream blood, running down his chin. The next blow went in-between his 10th rib and his illium bone, and the male let out a strangled wheezing sound. He glared murderously up at Benno from his doubled-over position. His arm snaked behind Benno, who was rubbing his knuckles, on his left hand. One might have noticed that he was a leftie. Benno was delayed in figuring out what the man was doing, but didn't mistake the sound of smashing glass.
The man had smashed one of the bottles that the patron was drinking on, and shards flew everywhere. A fragment from the base of the bottle buried itself in Benno's arm, and he let out a low growl. There was no way he could be prepared for what his opponent would do next. The broken bottle was slashed down the side of Benno's neck, the jagged edges chewing through his skin. Benno let out a howl like a wounded animal, slumping into a seat to clutch his neck. Pain made his head ache, but he'd come into this world kicking and covered in blood, so he'd sure as hell go out that way.
Benno had hurled himself at the man, moving with such force that he knocked him over. His right hand locked around his assailant's neck, pushing down towards the ground. His left hand rained punches down on the man's face, and Benno panted wildly. Blood dripped from his neck, spilling onto the man's white shirt, staining it red.
Benno really should stop, before he ended up killing the man. It seemed though, that the blood loss would get to him first. It was hard to get him to stop though, once he got started.
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Post by mourningdove on Nov 19, 2017 16:02:02 GMT -5
(#rip sandy haired guy sending drunk Nicola to help tho lol)
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Post by mourningdove on Nov 19, 2017 16:24:14 GMT -5
Surprisingly, Nicola had never been in a bar fight. Sure, the navigator had been in school yard scuffles in his youth, a few fight to the deaths on various pirate expeditions, and had landed some good punches on those who harassed him, but never a bar fight. It wasn't in the man's nature to start fights; he never swung first. That had always been his rule, and it comforted him as he nursed his guilt of getting into another fight.
Watching his crew mate beat the life out of some thug, Nicola knew he should step in. Shoot, that wasn't just his crew mate, but someone he actually cared about. It was a strange situation, though, as Benno was clearly winning, and needed no help in this fight, except the man didn't seem to be stopping. His opponent, who said something Nicola hadn't caught through the loud bar, must have really pissed the gunner off. He hadn't seen that look on him before. It was frightening. Well, to a sober Nicola it would undoubtedly be frightening, but to a Nicola one shot away from alcohol poisoning, it was only mildly concerning.
Launching from his stool, stumbling slightly as high legs were not yet fully aware of his actions, Nicola quickly made his way to the other side of the bar. The whiskey in his system made him feel taller, stronger, and braver. The man was unaware of the painfully obvious height difference between him and the two men. Without hesitation, Nicola got between them, heaving Benno up and away from the sandy hair man, who now looked unrecognizable. "Mate, calm down, you don't need to kill 'em." He slurred, his voice strained as he was pushing with all his weight against Benno's chest, pushing him away from his opponent.
It was then Nicola realized how much Benno had taken before dealing it right back. His hands were already red as they pressed into Benno's shirt, wet with his blood. "Christ," He muttered, looking around for help. Nemo? Levi? Benji? Shoot, he would take Charlie's help.
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Post by lozi on Nov 19, 2017 16:29:41 GMT -5
[ Does anyone want to put up a reply before I do? ]
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ιcєу
nothing good starts in a getaway car
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Post by ιcєу on Nov 19, 2017 16:37:44 GMT -5
( Oh my goodness, a barfight. I can already tell this is going to be good. )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 19, 2017 16:44:09 GMT -5
[ ok it looks like Reigns is gonna need to intervene LOL ]
[ shall I send her in? ]
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Post by lozi on Nov 19, 2017 16:46:14 GMT -5
[ Anyone who wants to throw their character in can go on ahead, I don't want to spotlight Benno. ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 19, 2017 16:52:02 GMT -5
[ well Reigns might drag him out of the bar by his ear so ]
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Post by lozi on Nov 19, 2017 17:02:26 GMT -5
[ Benno living the pirate life. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ]
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Post by lozi on Nov 19, 2017 17:23:56 GMT -5
[ Just a heads up, I don’t get a break until Wednesday, and then I have some traveling to do. I’m not sure how active I’ll be until after spring break. ]
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Post by mourningdove on Nov 19, 2017 17:57:36 GMT -5
(That's fair. After thanksgiving break finals is gonna kill us all)
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Post by lozi on Nov 19, 2017 17:57:45 GMT -5
[ *thanksgiving break
Gosh I think I'm losing it ]
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Post by mourningdove on Nov 19, 2017 18:28:25 GMT -5
(Lol big mood. Also I think u can go ahead and reply)
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Post by lozi on Nov 19, 2017 18:35:01 GMT -5
[ Alright, I'll put up a reply now. It might be a little short, since I have to eat soon. I'll try to get it up before then. ]
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Post by lozi on Nov 19, 2017 18:49:39 GMT -5
Benno Tigs Nothing kills a man faster than his own head ⎈ ⎈ ⎈ ⎈
Benno let himself be pushed back, his knuckles ached from landing blows on the man. It was getting harder to stand on his own two feet, and he was rather grateful for Nicola being there to physically support him. He draped his arm over Nicola's shoulder, glaring at the shard in his forearm.
His head was pounding, but that didn't stop him from spitting on the beaten man. His neck felt like it was on fire, and he feared if he pulled the glass out of his arm, he might start bleeding from there as well. He grabbed at his drink, sloppily inhaling it. Feeling victorious but battered, he grinned weakly at Nicola.
"I wunt gonna, but someone had to take him down a peg or two." He groaned, speaking only made his neck hurt more, and his voice sounded pretty bad. "Don't worry about me, I'm good." He was getting dizzy now, he must have gotten hit in the head by his adversary at some point. It had all seemed like a blur. He held a hand over the open gash in his neck.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Nov 19, 2017 18:57:22 GMT -5
[ xD I'll brb, need to get dinner ]
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ιcєу
nothing good starts in a getaway car
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Post by ιcєу on Nov 19, 2017 19:04:14 GMT -5
( I should probably have Brynn treat Benno's boo-boos, but I've gotta eat real quick. )
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Post by lozi on Nov 19, 2017 19:05:59 GMT -5
[ No worries, I'll need to get dinner as well soon. ]
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Post by mourningdove on Nov 19, 2017 19:14:59 GMT -5
(I love that you change that quote each time it's super neat tbh)
Nicola was glad he spent many hours working his body to the limit, trying to become stronger by performing countless push-ups on the damp deck of the Vile Squid. The boy was used to going until his arms felt like his life force had left them, his lungs burning as he swallowed down oxygen. Supporting Benno, Nicola's face was flushed with drink, exertion, and something else he couldn't put his finger on at the time. Readjusting Benno's grip on him, Nicola held his arm more tightly, snaking his own arm around Benno's waist. Christ, he was so much taller than him! The distance was greater than half a foot!
"Yeah, you look the picture of health." Nicola retorted, staring at his friend. Thankfully, the gash on his neck was too far towards the back to be a major concern. Well, it was still a major concern, but not an incredibly life threatening one? Nicola didn't make sense to himself. The navigator was painfully aware of the shard of glass near his face, embedded in Benno's arm. It reflected the dingy light of bar, and red pooled around it. Looking to the man on the floor, Nicola realized he wasn't sure who won. Perhaps they were both losers, as the sandy haired man remained, thankfully, on the floor. The last thing the Frenchman wanted was for that man to start swinging again. With a shudder, Nicola got his feet moving, though it was really rather difficult. Perhaps someone would come to help him soon.
In a moment of clarity, Nicola saw his plan stretched before him. He was going to lead Benno back to the ship, alone if he had to. Even if the man saw nothing but colorful blurs, he was certain he could get them back to the ship without a single wrong turn. His sense of direction was a gift, really. "C'mon," His voice was strained even more than before, "party's over."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2017 19:31:35 GMT -5
{ I'll send Benji in once I catch up on reading everyone's posts + get some muse back and tysm dove & red <33 }
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Post by lozi on Nov 19, 2017 19:40:08 GMT -5
Benno Tigs Someday you'll understand why big enough storms are named after people. ⎈ ⎈ ⎈ ⎈
"I can manage on my own..." Benno muttered, flushing as he realized his vulnerability. Though he protested, he did his best to aid Nicola by holding up as much weight as he could. He couldn't help but feel guilty that poor Nicola had been the one left to take care of him. Ever a burden, Benno. He could already hear what the patrons were thinking about him, slinking back to his ship to lick his wounds.
He knew Captain Nemo and Reigns would probably give him a talking to, but he didn't much care. He was all too eager to get off of Millonae. The land was quickly turning bittersweet for him, as so far nothing seemed to be going right since the Vile Squid had docked.
He was glad that Nicola asked no questions, only offered his help. Benno was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to recount the unfortunate series of events that had led up to this moment. It would mean having to face reality, and Benno was a master at dodging that.
He staggered towards the boat, tripping occasionally, trying to think of what to say next. "Uh... Thanks for helping me out Nicky..." He hiccuped.
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Post by shades on Nov 19, 2017 19:42:57 GMT -5
[ yo guys. Some of us have work and such and can't reply but want to be part of the action? ]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2017 19:52:33 GMT -5
{ shoot I missed it didn't I }
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Post by lozi on Nov 19, 2017 19:53:38 GMT -5
[ Sorry guys! If it's ok with dove we can rewind back a little bit if you'd like? ]
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