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Post by Lord Redcoat on Jul 28, 2008 18:44:45 GMT -5
Tod meanwhile, was getting bored, and that was never a good thing. While it was true, she did have Red on her lap, and that in itself was interesting, the whole music and dance and glaring boys and girls was getting a little irritating. Just a tad, mind you. So with a smirk, she whispered into Red's ear, "Let's go somewhere else and do something... more fun. Just you and me, c'mon."
Before Red could protest, Tod pulled him back and placed her lips over his - much to his eternal embarrassment. The scowls began to smoulder and with a smirk, Tod rose to her feet, Red still in her arms. Firmly taking Red by the hand, she led him out of the room and onto the balcony.
Once there, she smiled and looked up at the night sky, taking in a deep breath. "Isn't it lovely out here?" she sighed, placing a hand on Red's shoulder, "See there, you can make out Venus." "You know where Venus is?" Red blinked in surprise, taking in a breath himself. "Of course! Silly, don't ye know I'ma salelor boy." Winking at him, she shook her head, and smiled with affectionate sympathy, "you poor thing, being waylaid all the time. Come here."
More shaken than he realised, Red obeyed in silence. Surprised by her words, he allowed her to wrap her arms around him and kiss the side of his head without complaint.
"You're really not used to this, are ye?" Tod observed, her gaze locked on Red's blue eyes, "Must be troubling."
He shrugged, "A little... just not used to the pace of things."
"Well, the ballroom's yer natoral habit-tate I s'pose. Fine wines, ladies, jentalmen, doncing, mousic..."
Red didn't reply.
"Hey now, look 'ere, I'm not criticising ye, ye lummock." Taking him firmly, but gently by the jaw, Tod lifted his head, "Stop that," she said in firm but quiet tones, "yer my friend. I'm not pokin' fun at ye."
Glancing away, Red swallowed and tried to nod - but found it difficult given how Tod was holding him.
"Yer daft, ye know." Tod shook her head and released him with a sigh, turning to view the gardens again. "Yer really fragile at times, ye are. But," she smiled brightening, "it's all part of ye charm, ye lump. No wondar thar cap't has a soft spot for ye; yer adorable. Hey now, don't ye start sheddin' tears on me." Tod swallowed, suddenly taken aback by Red's unexpected display. "Here," she soothed, trying to cajole him and biting down panic; she wasn't used to this. "I didn't mean ta upset ye."
"I know... I'm sorry." Red buried his head against her shoulder, "It's just... all this... and then..." he choked back a sob, "that man... and Mother's reaction and... I... I was scared."
"Shh, I know ye were, sweetie; tis fine, ye know. We all get scared sometimes."
"I'm being silly, aren't I?"
"'course not," Tod scoffed, brushing his question aside before he could take it further, "tis natural to be scared. What with ye being a lass an' all," she teased, relieved to see him venture the smallest of smiles. "Ye make a lovely lass, ye know."
"And you a dashing fine figure of a man."
"But o'course," Tod grinned, then added mischievously, "Now, ye remember when ye walked in on ye Mother and Father...?"
"You pushed me!"
"Details," She waved it aside, "but ye remember, aye?"
"How could I forget!" Red blushed, then his eyes narrowed in suspicion, "Why are you asking anyway?"
"Oh, no reason." Tod said airily, hiding a smile.
"No! Tell!"
"Ye wouldn't be interested anyway. Yer adorable just ta way ye are."
"Tod! Com'on, be nice..."
"Well, if yer goin' ta whine... loike that..."
"I'm not whining!"
"Well, ask, then, ye loaf, I guess, I've got no choice but to tell ye." Tod scratched her head, "Well, see, thing is lass, I was wonderin' if ye wanted to learn more... ye know, 'bout wot they were doin', tis all."
"What?" Red's eyes widened and his mouth hung open, "What do you mean?"
"Well," Tod suggested, her eyes sparkling, "I could always teach ye. Not all of it, 'course, just... some of it."
"You mean... how they were kissing?"
"Aye, loike that." Tod chuckled, "Aye, that'd be perfect. If you'd loike, that is."
"But..." Red looked around, glad the night hid his blush, and lowered his voice, "What if... someone sees us?"
"Lass, there be no one 'ere," She laughed and hugged him, "Aye, but yer an innocent one, ain't ye." Taking him firmly by the hand, she led him over to the corner, hidden around the door where a large ivy crept up the wall. "Now then, roight," she stated, taking charge. Musing for a moment, she frowned, deciding how best to approach this. "Well, ye stand here, loike this - nay, just 'ere, with ye feet - aye, loike that lass, now put ye hands - nay. There we go." Tod placed her hands on his hips, amused at how he jumped, "Now ye lean in close, loike this..."
Several moments passed before an oddly smug Tod finally re-entered the ballroom, accompanied by a very red in the face Red. Despite his flaming cheeks, Red seemed curiously intrigued, if not as satisfied as Tod, who could have won a match with the cat who just got the cream. They both sat down again, Red on Tod's lap, while she played with a rather large and full wine glass, twirling it between her fingers and sharing it with Red.
As they were walking in, those who were vampires and had sharpened senses could've sworn they heard Tod whisper in Red's ear: "And perhaps' I'll show ye a little more later."
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Echoe
that girl with the mop
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Post by Echoe on Jul 28, 2008 23:07:10 GMT -5
Echoe stayed off to the side, ready to jump in as soon as Dusk gave the word. She sighed and looked around, glad that the singles had finally stopped asking to dance with her. Which is why she was startled when a young man with brown wavy hair came out of nowhere with his hand held out to her. "May I have this dance?" He asked politely. Echoe gave him a blank stare. "I'm sorry, I just really don't feel like dancing." "Are you sure? It's just so strange for a young lady like yourself to be turning down every man that asks for just one dance... Do you have a man you're waiting for? If so, he seems to not be here with you. He's making pocket change at the moment, is he not?" He nodded his head at the band and smiled, his eyes seeming to laugh. "Or am I mistaken?" Echoe considered the young man for a moment. The captain did seem to be having a good time for the moment... it wouldn't really hurt to try and blend in a little better. She gave him a small fake smile. "You've been watching me since I came in. Someone with that much interest I should get to know, am I right?" She set her umbrella against the wall and took his hand. He smiled victoriously and pulled her with him out onto the dance floor. "My goodness you have such rough hands! They don't match your soft features at all... What exactly do you do for a living?" "I clean." She answered simply, not giving him a chance to ask more. "I never did catch your name sir. It feels very strange telling my life story to a stranger with no name." He laughed. "You're right of course, how very rude of me. My name is Garret." He said as he spun her a little closer to the musicians. "My name is Echoe." She said as she observed his very destructive behaviour. Garret raised an eyebrow. "Echoe? That's a very, ah, unique name." He looked over at the musicians briefly as the song changed to something faster paced. He grinned and looked back at her. "Think you can keep up?" She clicked her tongue irritably. "My grandfather could outdance you anyday. I'm sure I'll be just fine." As they fought, I mean danced, Die looked up to try and find Echoe in the crowd and was shocked to see her only a few feet away, dancing with some guy. She looked so beautiful to him, never missing a step... but dammit, who does this guy think he is?! He looked like he was thinking of something other than dancing. But she looks so beautiful... His conflicting back and forth mood changes were effecting his face and the cello player had already moved a couple scoots away in fear. After the song ended Garret realeased her and bowed, kissing her hand and trying to hide just how out of breath he was. "That was a lovely dance. I hope you'll be willing to dance with me again soon?" Echoe just smiled fakely at him. "Of course. I can't wait." Garret strolled across the room to the garden in great need of some fresh air. Die set his lute down on his seat and followed. After a moment Die came back looking much less tense. Echoe grabbed Die by the arm on the way by. "You kill him?" "No, but he'll wake up in a few hours and probably fall out of the tree." He said, suddenly not sure that was a great idea. Echoe nodded. "Good, I'll go back to my post then." And she went right back to her umbrella. Die sighed, suddenly disappointed as he picked up his lute and started the next song.
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Post by Randomman on Jul 29, 2008 1:36:54 GMT -5
(Cleaver sighs.) Cleaver: I hate this place. (To arms come out of nowhere and start massaging Cleaver shoulders.) Bomber: don’t be so tense now love. Cleaver: hmpth easy for you to say women. I bet you’re enjoying yourself with those sheep. (Bomber lays on Cleavers lap and brings his face closer to stare at her eye.) Bomber smiles: there just sheep dear. I’m only play with them for their wool besides.. (She runs her finger against Cleaver teeth.) Bomber: I’m moor of a wolf lover. (Cleaver hides his blush. A young man looking quite stressed out starts calling Bombers name a couple of tables away. Bomber gets off of Cleaver lap. She calls over the stressed out man over in her oh so convincing “lady like” voice.) Bomber: ohho! My darling! Over here! You simply must say hello to Sebastian!! Cleaver almost yelling: the hell did you call me women!!! The man: oh my! Your servant is a little rough it seams. (Bomber hides a grin muttering.) Bomber: you have no idea. The man: what did you say lady shepherd? (Bomber laughs like as gaily as possible.) Bomber: oh nothing my love! Now let’s somewhere quit and get you a little moor quit. (The Sheep turns his head to hide his way to apparent blush. Cleaver mutters something about” she’s a sheep slaughter all right.” Bomber laughs gaily while following*or is it leading?* Mr. Sheep to a hallway. She blows Cleaver a kiss.) Bomber: Bye for now my dear Sebastian!! Cleaver hmpth see yah. (The sheep and the hungry predtor disappear in the hallway. Cleaver laughs to himself.) Cleaver:Kishikishikishi!! I bet she has the other sheep locked in a closet or something! (Cleaver grins and goes back to work.)
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Jul 29, 2008 17:13:40 GMT -5
Dusk and Norri finally got three un-interupted dances together, before stepping outside for some fresh air, and to check to make sure the noble they'd knocked out wasn't stirring and causing any trouble.
“Still out cold you'll be relieved to know.” Norrington emerged from some nearby bushes. “That's good, more than one Thomas would cause a mass panic in the streets I'm sure.” Norrington gave her a look and then began running over their plans again and the course they were to take when they had acquired the compass, as well as 'Mrs. Turner' to help convince Mr. Turner to hand over the sword. A rose bush bursting with crimson flowers caught Dusk's eye and she fell silent. “Are you even listening to me?” “Of course, the ball does seem to be going rather smoothly so far doesn't it?” He smiled, not what he'd been talking about at all, but no matter. “Dusk I...” He cleared his throat a little, seeing her this way, actually dressed as a women and looking so gentle surrounded by this garden...it felt strange suddenly. “Hm?” “It's alright, I'll tell you later. I have a surprise for you.” “You're not going to tell me now?! Jaaames you know I hate that.” He kissed her before she could complain any farther. She blushed and waved him away. “It's so hot in this thing.” She clutched the side of her dress to make an example. “I'm going to get a drink.” She headed back inside quickly and walked over to the drinks. Norrington followed her inside more slowly, taking time to double check on 'Thomas' and the current location of the compass. Dusk sat down and poured herself a glass of wine, not exactly the best for dealing with thirst, but it would do. She was feeling dizzy, she blamed the corset, glaring a little at whoever invented such a damned thing. She sipped her wine again, noticing Red and Tod not very far from her behaving rather...oddly.
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Post by Aramis Nemo on Jul 29, 2008 17:16:59 GMT -5
Aramis, bored with looking at the silly compass, wandered around the ballroom eating nummy snacks and drinking wine, or what may have actually been grape juice. Every now and then he would stop to dance with a lady, and the occasional gentleman, mainly so he could pocket some shiny item, such as a sequin that looked like a penguin.
Fabien watched as his strange cousin flitted around the room, nervous that he had shown no fear, no anger, only friendship. What did he want with them to be so kind? Was it just some ploy to tick him into a false sense of security?
Aramis stopped on his rampage of larceny to listen to his faithful crew play, nodding and smiling. Ahh, the sweet sound of music expertly played by cultured individuals. Maybe we should go on tour after this? Should be able to get some good reviews from all these slack-jawed buffoons. Glancing around the room at the assembled aristocratic peacocks, his eyes settled on his two long lost cousins once again. I should really go and catch up with them I suppose, even if family can be a bore. Grinning he weaved his way through the crowd towards his dancing family.
'Fabien! Long time no see!' He crept up behind his cousin, and wrapped his arms around Fabiens shoulders.
'Aramis, let me go or I swear I will send you to the abyss where you belong.' Fabien slapped the arms from around his shoulders and turned to face his cousin once more. 'Remember, I killed your father with little effort, and can do the same to you.'
'Ah my dear boy, you could never hope to defeat me. Unlike my father, I am fuelled by the blood of seagulls, the most potent of tonics for our kind. You should really try it some time.' Aramis patted him on the cheek smiling. Does he not know the true strength of seagull blood? he thought to himself. 'Now if you don't mind, I must insist on taking your beautiful sister here for one dance.' Pushing Fabien to one side, he took Henriette's hand, and took her for a dance.
Fabien stood, seething with anger and rage. Seagulls?!
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Post by Randomman on Jul 29, 2008 18:09:03 GMT -5
(Mr. Sheep naked expect for his undergarments. Gets kicked in the rear and falls into a closet with other “lost sheep”) Bomber: fufufufu now stand still my loves. If you pass this wire their will be nothing left of you. And if you try calling for help I will make sure you suffer an even worse fate. (The “lost sheep” look down at their feet already expecting their fate.) Bomber: aww cheer up my loves. On a brighter note look at all the loot I’ve acquired from all of you! (Under the bed you can see pillow cases filled with all sorts of loot. The “lost sheep” look like their almost going to cry. Bomber blows them a kiss and locks the closet door. She stops a maid as she leaves the room.) Bomber: ohoho my dear would you be so kind to help me? Maid: oh of course Miss Shepherded! Do you need moor pillows? (Bomber laughs gaily) Bomber: ohohoho yes I’m sorry to trouble you like this. Maid: not at all Miss Shepherded! I will bring it to your room at once. (The maid excuses herself and leaves to get some moor pillows. Bomber heads for the ballroom laughing.) Bomber smiling wickedly Fufufu now let’s see if I can find some moor sheep to play with.
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Jul 29, 2008 18:14:55 GMT -5
Tod nudged Red, "Look who it is." "Mm?" Red's nose was beginning to get a little pink, as he took another swig from the wine. Funny thing was, although he was used to rum, and hard liquor, wine was not something he was accustomed to, despite being a gentleman. Ale wasn't either, but who would drink that swill? Tod smirked and patted Red's rear, "Now now dear, we're not in a tavern." "Yoo act like it." Red's words were beginning to slur just a little, making Tod grin wickedly. "Yoo don't even speek straight." "Now now, behave or else." "Or else wot?" "I'll refrain from teaching you any more lessons. Or," Tod mused and leaned into Red's ear, "I'll pitch ye over me knee and teach ye a sound lesson ye won't soon forget lass." "Ye wuldn't dare." "Try me." Tod dared him, her eyes sparkling dangerously, "Or maybe yer mother yonder will do it so I don't haft to. She'll be disapproving her lil' angel t'ain't behavin' loike a proper lady like." Red looked up at this, turning scarlet. "Moother?" He croaked, more of a question to Tod than to Dusk. "Oh yes. Right. Here."
Dusk's face was lightly veiled with disapproval as she nodded and then walked over to them. "Enjoying yourself Lizzie?"
"Mother!" Red beamed and reached up to wrap his arms around Dusk's neck and gave her a big hug and a surprisingly gentle kiss on the cheek. There was genuine pleasure - and clarity - shining in his eyes; not the drunken state one might have expected.
"Well, it certainly does seem you're enjoying yourself with this...fine gentlemen." She couldn't help herself from smiling.
"He keeps taking advantage of me," Red complained, whining in a very realistic impression of a girl... almost too realistic. "He keeps threatenin' me wif things."
Tod said nothing, but smiled evilly.
"That's no good, careful with my daughter or I'll have to have you arrested."
"Now Lizzie..honey..you're that's when you're supposed to slap a gentlemen."
"Teach me," Red pleaded, giving Tod an evil look of his own, and turning back to Dusk with big wide eyes, "Please?"
Tod's response was to look innocent, and pinch Red's behind, making him squeal.
"Now, you simply open your hand like so, and slap." Dusk rolled her eyes. "What have you been up to you cheeky brat prince." Dusk said softly mussing Tod's hair. Several ball goers glared daggers that could burn through walls.
Tod beamed and kissed Dusk dutifully on the cheek, "Watchin' o'vr yer lil one, m'lady." She inclined her head and smiled, placing a protective hand over Red's shoulder, "ta air o'vr 'ere be rancid," - several dancers looked as if they were about to drop dead or draw swords or pistols, "wot wif all 'ese looks an' such." She smiled, "but 'av nay fear, I be watchin' o'vr yer precious darlin', that I be." "Thanks." She said not entirely convincingly, but then, noticing Erik in the crowd. "Thank you, he could really use it."
Tod gave her the most serious look she'd ever seen from her. Lowering her tone meaningfully and speaking with icy steel, she said, "I mean it."
Dusk nodded seriously in return and subtly patted her on the shoulder before picking up two wine glasses she'd filled earlier and turning to bring one to Norrington. "Enjoy yourself Lizzie."
"Mother, don't leave me!" Red hastily put down his wine glass and stared pleadingly at her, "please?"
Tod laughed and ruffled his hair, "Aw, ye silly lass, leave ye mother alon' an' stop clinging to her tail feathers. Go on with ye," she grinned at Dusk, tipping her head, "I'll take good care of 'er." From his fiendish tone of voice, Red suddenly looked very concerned...
Dusk returned to Norrington and handed him the glass with a kiss on the cheek. They drank together a moment before she sat her glass on the table. "It's time." He nodded. "Is that a seagull I hear Aramis?" He said loudly, signalling for the crew to attack.
“Aha! I know this one!” Red declared, rising to his feet – “*ahem*” he cleared his throat, while an incredulous Tod looked on in wonder; “‘Is this a dagger I see before me? Out damn spot!’”
The entire room – dancers, musicians and all, stop and stare at him.
“What?” Red demanded, staring at Tod, still swinging a wine glass in his hand, “Don’t you know ‘Macbeth’?”
The entire room screamed, and at least half of them yelled ‘away evil spirit!’ started clapping one another’s hands, turned around and grabbed each others’ noses.
(Written with our illustrious cap't.)
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Post by Randomman on Jul 29, 2008 19:14:24 GMT -5
The snake hisses: It’s time! (Randomman starts choking and falls on his knees. Big Gun tries to help him on his feet.) Big Gun: what’s wrong? (Randomman coughs up some blood. It splatters onto the ballroom floor. Randomman speaks weakly.) Randomman: He hE’s CoMiNg. (Randomman coughs moor blood onto the floor. The dancers around the bloody scene start to panic.) Randomman: gack!! (Two hands come out of Randommans mouth and start pushing his jaw apart.) Big Gun: no The snake: kukuku oh yes I have arrived. (A dark skinned brown man dressed in a white unbuttoned shirt and white pants comes out of Randommans mouth in an explosion of blood. Randomman falls onto the floor. And the serpent smiles.) Doc: Hello my pets did you miss me? (Big Gun starts to head for Randomman but is stopped by a saber at her throat.) ?: You like to make a big entrance don’t? Doc: kukuku it’s a party isn’t it? The only problem doing this display my hair is a complete mess. ?: I’ve seen worse. (Big Gun turns towards her attacker.) Big Gun: who are you? Klauis: come now sister. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten your only living brother now? (Big Gun starts having flashbacks of that horrible night where screaming, gunshots, and blood.) Big Gun: what did you say?
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Post by Aramis Nemo on Jul 31, 2008 13:02:00 GMT -5
Bugger Aramis thought as he heard the signal from Dusk. She always had to spoil his fun with her acting like a captain. 'Well my dear girl, it looks like it's time for me run. Thank you for the dance Henrietta.' He bowed to his cousin, took her hand and kissed it, much to the annoyance of Fabien.
Pulling a stale baguette he skipped towards the nearest pair of guards, whistling what my have been 'Pop Goes the Weasel' or possible 'This Little Piggy'. Sometimes it could be hard to tell what he was trying to whistle... The first of the guards fell with a loud crack followed by a thud as Aramis snapped the poor fool's neck, whilst the other met two feet of highly stale baguette round the back of the head.
Fabien grew his sister closer to him, drew his sword and slowly backed up towards the nearest exit. His sword flashed out, piercing a poor fleeing aristocrat through the heart as he strayed too close. Feh, stupid idiots he thought as he killed another, wiping the blade clean on a lace cravat. Merde! He spun around at the sound of his sister scream, to see her being dragged away by a marine. Pulling out the dagger he had been given earlier, he threw it, piercing the fools eye. He ran to her side once more, lunging at another marine that approached.
'Henrietta, forgive me.' He hugged her with one arm, whilst slitting the throat of a creepy looking man in black. 'Let us fly from here my sweet sister before someone looses their head.'
'But what about our cousin Aramis?'
He looked across to the sound of the appalling whistling to see Aramis wielding a serving try like a shield whilst fighting three scared looking marines with his rapier. Looks like he still knows how to use a sword he thought as his cousin blocked one thrust, ducked past another, and launched a riposte against the third, killing one of the men.
'My dear, I think our cousin is more than capable of looking after himself. You on the other hand are still not well, and I would rather not risk your life to help him keep his. No let us go.' Maybe he was telling the truth about the seagulls?
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Jul 31, 2008 13:16:22 GMT -5
As the fighting broke out, there was a high pitched, girlish scream that tore through the screams of the other women, even as they ran around like headless chickens. This scream was emitted by none other than 'Lizzie', and may have had more to do with the fact 'her' dress had caught between her legs as some jerk had stepped on it sharply, pulling it taunt across 'her' crotch...
...The twit found himself being punched in the face by a non-too-pleased Tod, and fell to the floor out cold. Red, who was still writhing around in pain (and what non-eunuchy man wouldn't?) was stood over by Tod, who had since drawn her blade and was glaring daggers at anyone who even attempted to approach her precious Red. Except Dusk of course, but she was busy. Standing over him like a faithful hound, Tod pulled Red to his feet, and gave him a long look, "I may help ye with that later, bu' don't except me ta kiss it better. ...Yet."
Red flushed redder than bright crimson, and Tod gave him a wolfish look. Only to smack another twit over the head with the hilt of his blade for straying too close.
...Meanwhile, the bakery exploded. Part of Tod's plan? Had the cakes been saved? No one knew. Alas! The cakes!
But why was the cake gone?
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Jul 31, 2008 13:41:38 GMT -5
Dusk lifted the heavy skirts of her ball gown revealing boots, and proceeded to pull a large flintlock pistol out of the back of one of them. She fired at the first marine to approach her and reloaded, dodging the attack of another one.
Norrington drew his sword and took down several guards and headed toward the table where the compass was being displayed.
Several 'gentlemen' drew their swords as well, ganging up on Dusk. Cowards, she laughed and kicked one of them between the legs while shooting another. She went to reload but another attempted to run her through so she had to dodge it and then bludgeoned him over the head with the butt of her pistol.
Erik's face moved to a pout, dinner was running away. Oh well, he drew his sword with a grin. No use wasting the opportunity to waste a little blood. He naturally chose to aid the offenders, killing a couple of soldiers for the fun of it, though being careful not to stain any of the lace at his sleeves or chest.
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Post by dusty on Jul 31, 2008 13:54:41 GMT -5
Zéphyrine had tried to keep calm and aloof, but the smell of blood made her anxious. She scanned the room, then bent down and slipped off Beckett’s boots, which she hated quite dearly, running in them would be torturous. Finally, after a while of being teased, she got up and went after one of the fleeing humans, letting them scream in fear, then in pain before finishing them off. Before long she found it hard to control herself, torturing, killing, just making as much of a mess as possible. This is why you don’t let yourself starve, girly!!! YOU"LL GO KRAZY!! and btw she has no shoes on only socks XDDDDD
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Jul 31, 2008 14:07:11 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Tod's men marched the cooks - bound in manacles - to the Midnight Hangman's brig, while several others carried barrels filled with - you guessed it - cake, and ship biscuits, and rum.
The pressured kegs of flour back in the bakery were more devastating than gunpowder, and had taken down the entire building. The redcoat soldiers, having heard the explosion - indeed, who within a twenty mile radius could not? - rushed to put the fires out...
...Leaving Tod, Dusk & co a free ticket out of the ball without fear of the entire garrison of soldiers coming down on them.
Red, on the other hand, was getting most put out by his dress, and while he had snatched the sword of an aristocrat Tod had knocked out, he found he could not fight in a dress, so sighed in resignation and looked to Dusk for instruction. They hadn't told him the next part...
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Jul 31, 2008 14:51:37 GMT -5
Norrington reached for the compass but one of the Night coast member jumped in front of him and he ran him through. Really, throwing your life away for a compass? He sighed and grabbed it, another laid his sword on his hand and so Norri grabbed it by its blade and threw it aside before shooting him with his pistol. His hand healed quickly and he pocketed the compass before eying what other goodies lined the table.
Dusk was blatantly enjoying herself. Though, it would have been easier to fight minus the corset and huge skirt, not that she let that spoil her fun.
Erik stared at the blood red haired vampire running a rampage and laughed, some people had no style.
Beckett drew his sword and started to run but instantly his foot tipped over in Zeph's highheels and he fell to the ground in pain, removing the boots from his aching feet as quickly as possible and then scrambling up in only his socks and slipping wildly.
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Post by Aramis Nemo on Jul 31, 2008 15:07:47 GMT -5
Aramis stood up from crouching over the fallen body of a marine, face covered in a red, sticky substance. Grinning, revealing his red stained teeth, he picked up a dented plater and through it like a discus, sending a marine to the ground in front of Dusk. Pulling out a vol-au-vent, he popped into his mouth and took a moment to appreciated his crew. Even with all the fighting, they still played on. Maybe the threat of being mad to dance naked whilst singing madrigals outside the The Faithful Bride had worked.
Satisfied that his crew were still following orders, he decided to rejoin the party by picking up a wine bottle and smashing over a poor fops head by accident. Shrugging at the sight of the fallen man, he crept up behind a poor marine, and covered his eyes with his hands.
'Guess who?'
'Is that you Susie?' Susie?! Aramis thought. Do I really sound like a girl?
'No, I'm sorry, it's not Susie.' He spun the poor fool around, and stared him in the eyes, only to be greeted by a scream of abject fear, and the man running away like a little girl who had just seen her dad naked. 'What?!' He shouted at the fleeing 'pride of the Kings navy'. 'Not pretty enough for you!'
Grumpy, he drew his sword again, and half-heartedly stabbed another man who stared at him in terror. Why do they always run away from me?
Fabien meanwhile found that the door he had been running to was locked and barred, and the main door was now all the way on the other side of the room. Looking around he saw Erik close by, although no longer with a pretty little thing on his arm. Poor Erik with no tasty little morsel. He smiled at his mentor, deciding that it would probably be best to join him. At least he would serve as another target for the cattle to choose from.
'Come on my dear, let us go see Erik. I'm sure he will help us get out of this mess.' Grabbing his sisters hand, he pulled her towards the blond haired pretty boy, creating a eunuch along the way.
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