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Post by Randomman on Aug 13, 2008 12:55:12 GMT -5
Cleaver: the hell? *Cleaver quickly snaps back into reality.* Cleaver: kishikshikshi some fools think they can take on the Midnight Hangman! *He licks his cleaver with hunger.* Cleaver: Looks like you get to dine in some human flesh tonight my love! *Cleaver smiles and locks his eyes onto his prey* Cleaver: be patient my love. We can wait and then we will feed! *the cleaver shines back as if to respond to its master.*
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Post by Aramis Nemo on Aug 13, 2008 17:50:04 GMT -5
Oblivious to all the happenings on The Midnight Hangman, Theodore manned the helm of La Mouette Mélodique under the watchful eye of Steve, who sat behind him making sure he didn't try to steal the ship from Aramis.
'Right men, more canvas, we need to catch up to the others!' The crew stood looking at in confusion. 'What, don't any of you speak English?' Oh dear God, please tell they speak English.
'I can!' He looked to the slured voice coming from the new boy Toby, who looked like he was going to be violently ill any second. 'And so do I.' This voice came from the other new comer, the eunuch who's name Theo just couldn't remember.
'Anyone else? Anyone at all?' Everyone still stood looking at him before shrugging shoulders and heading away to do whatever it was they did. Great, just great. Here I am stuck on a ship where no one speaks English except for the two idiots that know nothing about sailling. The Captain had better give me something good for this. He reached down for the rum bottle that he kept by the wheel and took a swig, spitting it out quickly. What the hell, is this piss?
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Aug 14, 2008 0:08:32 GMT -5
"Thank you." Norrington said with a sarcastic bow. Dusk smiled, they would be able to gain some ground on them now. But, alas, the wind shifted in the enemy's advantage and Dusk rolled her eyes.
"Red, ready your sword. If things get too rough when we board them I want you to baricade yourself in my cabin."
"Uh... yes mother." Red studied the planking, "This won't be the first battle I've been in..." Without looking at her, he continued, "what if you get hurt? Who will watch your back?" He ignored the fact Norri would guard her with his life.
Meanwhile, Tod kicked Norri in the shin, "Now look ye bilge-rat," she glared, "ta wind's changed. Can we shoot ta mast now?"
Norrington looked torn. They were losing their gain on the hideously colored ship quickly but Echoe was still on board. He looked to Dusk who paused only a moment. "Man the cannons! Take down their masts!"
"Use a ball-an-chain," Tod adviced, squinting through a spyglass she had withdrawn from her coat, "See, ta lass t'ain't even on board; she be below deck."
"Well then they had better not aim too low." Norrington tried not to look to irritated and made his rounds to see to it the crew were in order-well as close to order as the Hangman got. Dusk sighed. "I'll be alright Reddie. I was a pirate alone long before I met you or even Norri."
"Of course mother; forgive me." Red looked away. "Shall I go below deck now?"
She smiled and ruffled his hair. "It's up to you. We've still got some gaining to do."
"I just don't want you worrying about me." He returned her smile, resisting the urge to hug her. She was the captain after all, and it'd be bad for morale or discipline or something. His look was torn between this.
Meanwhile, Tod loaded up one of the cannons, and arched an eyebrow, "Nay grapeshot, aye? We dunnae wan ta spray ta ship." She seemed to have lasped into yet another accent, and the crew manning the cannons gave her an odd look. "Look lively lad," she said, eyeing Norri, "we be fallin' behind."
"So it would seem. Double the rum rations for the first soul to take down one of their masts." Norri attempted Dusk's leadership strategy. Dusk swung the ship about, taking in an extra gust in the wrong direction, gaining a little speed before she turned her again. She ordered any crew hand not on a cannon to adjust the sails.
"I already 'ave unlimited rations..." Tod grumbled, then carefully aimed the cannon and lit the fuse. There was a twisted grin on her face, for the ball and chain missed the mast, but smashed through figurehead, taking a large chunk out of the front of the ship. "Oops." She smiled innocently, "a lil' bit ta much ta tha left."
What remained of the figurehead was in little pieces floating in the sea.
"Mr. Tod you're increasing lack of disciplinie and respect to authority is becoming intolerable! You were given specific orders to only target the masts!"
"Mister?" Tod looked down, "An' wha' da ya call these?" She gave him an arch look, "A' cap't, it be good for disruuuptin' mooraaale by blastin' symbols o' authoriiity, aye?" Ignoring Norri was there, she trod on his toe with her boot as she turned to look towards Dusk, seemingly oblivious to the fact anyone was there. Oh poor once-Commodore Norri...
Norrington's face redened and he caught himself about to yell something about a court martial and the gallows when he remembered his own position, and the ship he was on and stopped. He sighed and took out his pistol as they neared the rainbowesque ship. And yes he knew perfectly well, he just...didn't want to ruin her cover...(of course ;P)
Spying Norri, Red tugged on Dusk's sleeve and murmured, "Mother, what's wrong with Norri? An' why's Tod looking as if she's about to throw someone overboard?"
Dusk shook her head knowingly. "Tod is just dealing with the...inner struggles a woman sometimes faces on board a ship. It is a predominantly male profession. As for Norri, I'll figure out later.."
"Uh, what now?" Red blinked, "You'll have to explain that to me... later, I think Mother." Looking around, he glared at the crew near the helm, "They look like they're all about to laugh."
Dusk straightened up from giggling rather immaturely herself and tried in vain to put on a serious face. "Oh, nothing? I think...I think they're just laughing because of how small and overly colorful the other ship looks." She nodded.
Norrington resisted taking a swing at the nearest crew member and made his way over to Dusk.
Meanwhile, Tod loaded up the cannon again and added a long, long fuse. Totting over to where Dusk was, she lit the thing, and left it to burn - snuck up on Red and hugged him from behind.
Squealing like a girl as Tod hugged - and tickled him - Red gasped for air and clung to Dusk, unaware of Norri and his foul mood.
An evilly grinning Tod asked innocently, "Whut?" as Red tried to hide behind Dusk, unable to escape Tod's display of affection.
Dusk smiled oddly. "We -are- in the middle of a soon-to-be-battle children." Norrington glared daggers, knives and possibly the yet invented lazers at Tod and Red, a dangerous glance barely missing Dusk as it swept over her."
"True," Tod beamed up at Dusk, her eyes bright with feigned innocence, "So this might be the last time I get to hug ickle Reddie 'ere, so..." Leaning down, she kissed him on the cheek as he cowered behind Dusk gasping for air.
Oblivious to Norri, Red held tightly onto Dusk; not liking Tod's 'loving' treatment. Having regained his breath, he shook slightly as the impact of her words set in. With large eyes, he whispered, "You-you won't die, will you, Mother? Or let Tod, or Norri or anyone else?" Oddly enough, he seemed to be just as concerned for Norri as he was for the others.
"Course not." Dusk gave in to the childish hugging and hugged him tightly. Norrington felt somewhat bitter at his comment, could he possibly be serious? He noticed a crew member reloading slower than the rest and took the opportunity to vent.
Painfully relieved by her words, Red smiled warmly, and kissed her on the cheek. Brightening, he looked for all the world as if there was nowhere else he'd rather be but there with her, Tod, Norri and the rest of the crew. With that thought, he remembered himself and blushed crimson, looking around - only to see that the crew were ignoring this display of affection. "I'll... go below deck whenever you say, Captain."
Tod on the other hand, sobered, and watched as her lit fuse trailed across the deck. She seemed to be counting under her breath. Glancing up, she added, "I'll take him and keep him out of trouble, cap't." She sighed, as if disappointed to miss the battle, but also relieved that someone at least, would be keeping an eye on Red.
"Thank you Tod." She nodded to her. She had a good heart, even if her accents could move (Ghandi) the most patient soul to violence.
(Which was no doubt the point)
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Post by Echoe on Aug 14, 2008 1:49:08 GMT -5
Miyavi stuck his tongue out one last time at the other ship and walked to the cabin, leaving the others to do as they felt was needed. He strolled in waving his hands around "Honestly, why are they getting so worked up?" He collapsed into a nearby chair. He caught a glance at his own reflection and rearranged his hair a little. Tyko was about to say something but he waved his hand dismissively. "I just wanna get the marriage over with so I can go home. We've got three days left to do this, so let's hurry." Echoe glared at him. "Marriage? You better not mean what I think you do." Tyko sighed as Miyavi sat up and grinned heartily at her. "Yeah! Awesome we're getting married huh? You'll be freakin Queen and I'll get to take my fathers place as King." "I refuse. I hate you and your idiotic fantasies are getting on my nerves." "Huh? But we'll love eachother after we're married. Isn't that how it works?" Echoe stared at Miyavi for a moment before turning to Tyko. "Is he for real?" Tyko was about to speak when the figurehead was hit. Miyavi leapt up and ran back onto deck, looking excited to see the damage. Echoe's eye twitched slightly. She looked to Tyko for an answer. He sighed and thought carefully how to explain. "He is... a very spoiled and sheltered prince. He's just so used to getting whatever he wants that he practically thinks the world is his. He decided he wanted to see the world outside the castle, but his father didn't think this was a good idea. But, after days of begging he finally gave in and said he could go. But..." He paused to listen to Miyavi try to yell how he'd appreciate it if they would stop shooting his ship to pieces. He sighed and continued. "The conditions were that he could only stay out for seven days and if he did not learn what it meant to love and be loved in that time he would be banished from the castle forever." Echoe looked confused. "Learn to...what? That's the wierdest thing I've heard in awhile." Tyko laughed. "I guess I should clarify. He's turned down every single young woman who confesses their love. He turns them down without even a second glance and indulges in himself." Echoe just looked annoyed now. "That's the lamest backstory I've ever heard." Tyko just smiled sadly and offered her some stale bread. Meanwhile on deck Miyavi was still yelling at the other ship. "Stop shooting at me! I'm a prince and if even a hair on my head is harmed my father will track you down and slay you with his own hands!" Saro gave him a funny look. "No he won't." Miyavi turned to him and put a finger to his lips. "They don't know that." He went back to yelling. "Pleeeeeaaaaase?! We're defenseleeeeeess!" He was jumping up and down like a little kid.
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Aug 14, 2008 2:01:34 GMT -5
Around the time the strange chap was jumping up and down on the deck like a deranged monkey hyped up on sugar - bit like Red upon seeing Dusk really, or Norri with hats- no, just Norri -, Tod's cannon went off.
Following the line of the cannon ball, she watched as it soared through the air... ...and smashed straight into the top of the mast, narrowly missing the crowsnest, but taking out the flag.
"Thar ye go, Mister Norri-sir," she beamed up at him, "hit ta mast. I'd loike me rum rations now, sharpish plea-esse loike."
"...Maybe I should escort Tod to your cabin now, Mother..." Red suggested staring at Norri and awaiting his reaction, "before a battle takes place here..."
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Post by jeto ninjin on Aug 14, 2008 2:32:30 GMT -5
Kyo cautiously opens the door and walks in. "Alright in here highness?" He looks around, not seeing her.
"if you can call this alright!" bou sulks, turning her back to kyo
Kyo saw her hiding in the blankets across from him and sighed, walking over to her. He sat on the chair beside the bed and held his book out of habit. "It'll be ok, Kyo will help you. Where is your highness from?"
with her ego slightly bruised, bou turns to face kyo "you really don't know who i am, do you? i'm the princess of kiribati!" she says with a proud grin. "surely you've heard of THAT!"
Kyo's face was completely blank. "Ano......" His face was still oblivious. "I'm sure...I've...heard it...from...somebody?"
"oh splendid!" bou shouts, springing out from under the blanket. "then you know how to get there!"
"N-..." Her face looked so hopeful, he looked down guiltily. "Yes but...I'm afraid I have to…finish this trade route. It's just good business you see..."
"oh... i see." bou slumped back onto the bed and pulled the blanket over her head. "speaking of trades, how did your negotiations go? and what is that stain on your shirt?" she then remembered the state of his room. "oh, nevermind..."
"Negotia... oh yes, they went well." Poor strange girl. She looked so cute with the blanket over her head like that, he blushed a little and messed his hair up. He wondered how on earth she'd gotten on board with out anyone noticing...and where the hell was Kiribati? "Good water?"
"water? oh, right!" bou snatched up the water and downed it one go."yes, thank you" she said, wondering how she'd ended up on board without anyone noticing. "you know, my father will be looking for me, and you don't want to face the kiribati army!" she said, with that proud look again. "i know them both, they're pretty tough guys."
Kyo chuckled. If that didn't sound threatening he didn't know what did. "Well then, it's lucky I'm not a pirate and haven't kidnapped you or I'd have something to worry about."
"you got that right buddy!" she smirked. "ahem, i mean, yes, quite right."
Kyo burst out laughing rather maniacally. " 'Buddy' huh?" He giggled. "Haai I'd be in for it."
bou darted back under the blanket, alarmed by yet another of kyo's outbursts. "they'd probably put you in jail, a little guy like you." she said, muffled by the blanket. "but i think there's someone in the cell already..."
Kyo had barely begun to sober up when he burst out laughing again. "Oh dear, where would they fit Kyo?" He snorted and patted her on the head. "Hilarious 'buddy'!" He seemed delighted to pick up a new English word.
bou swatted his hand away and began fixing her hair again. "that's no way to treat a pri... oh forget it!" she had grown rather tired of reminding him of her royal status. "where are we going anyway?"
He kicked his feet, which didn't reach the floor, in the air. He somehow figured it wasn't best to tell her 'to find the Flying Dutchman'... "To....... France. Long journey, very dangerous." "Ever been there 'buddy'?"
"erm... yes, of course." she lied, a little embarrassed about the fact that her first time away from kiribati was on a filthy ship with a small insane stranger. "that's where they have the umm... french."
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Aug 14, 2008 3:10:05 GMT -5
Norrington refused to answer Tod and looked at Dusk pointedly. "The boy has a point, we do seem to be making good time on the enemy." "We do?" Dusk asked, squinting at him and then looking at the other ship. Norrington cleared his throat. "He should escort Mr. Tod to..." He sighed, seething. "...your cabin." "Oh ok, see you two later!" She gave them each a hug more like a visiting aunt or a parent seeing their children off at school than a pirate captain giving orders, but no matter.
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Post by Echoe on Aug 14, 2008 3:27:07 GMT -5
Echoe ate the bread, listening to the mast break and Miyavi curse and try yelling louder at the other ship. "... This is so lame." She stood up and walked out to the deck, a startled Tyko following her. "Wait, um, it's kinda dangerous out here..." "I don't feel like sinking with you sorry lot." She stood next to Miyavi, who was leaning over the railing with Yorke and Saro holding him. "PLEEEEEASE STOOOOOP SHOOTIIIIIING! Hey, what are you doing here?" Miyavi looked at Echoe and just about fell over when he saw her smiling. "TYKO! Did she hit her head?!" "I don't know... She's creeping me out though." "Me too!" "Is she mentally ill?" She just stared right about where she thought Dusk should be standing, just smiling.
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Aug 14, 2008 3:46:37 GMT -5
"Yes cap't," Tod smiled, reaching up to wrap her arms around Dusk's neck. Without looking at Norri, she kissed her on the cheek, even as Red reached up to do the same.
As soon as they'd broken away, Tod nudged Red and murmured something that sounded suspiciously akin to 'kiss your "daddy" goodnight too'; Red's protest was short lived: "but I'm not going to sleep! It's still daytime!" "Stop arguing," Tod nudged him, then turned to look at the man in question; "Mrs. Norri. Ex-commodore, I believe I charged you with fetching me ma rum rations. I lived up to my end of the bargain: I hit the mast. Now you live up to yours." It would seem she had no trouble standing up to him.
Red on the other hand, hesitated, looked back at Tod and Dusk, then sighed heavily, and walked over to Norri and gave him the same treatment as Dusk: a kiss and a hug.
While Red's back was to her and Dusk, Tod gave Norri a look which warned him not to play, or she'd have Red doing this every time he hugged Dusk. Then she turned to Dusk and smiled sweetly at her, "I guess I'd best do ta same, 'sis'." She laughed.
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Post by Randomman on Aug 14, 2008 23:22:59 GMT -5
Cleaver: gah screw it! I’m tried of waiting! *Cleaver dives into the water and starts swimming towards the rainbow crew’s ship* Cleaver: time to kill! *One of the Rainbow crew members spots cleavers weapon of choice sticking out of the water* Hanger: Sha Sha SHARK!!!!!!!! *Cleaver jumps onto the ship in rage* Cleaver: I’m not a bloody shark! This is a cleaver not a shark fin you moron! *Hanger stares at him for a while* Hanger: IT’S A WERESHARK! Cleaver: I”M A HUMAN!! AND WHAT THE HELL IS A WERESHARK!!!? *Rainbow crew dude looks at him closer* Hanger: ...hey if you’re a shark does that mean you have two dicks? Cleaver: YOU'RE SO DEAD!!!! *Cleaver starts punching the living daylights out of the poor fool*
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Post by Echoe on Aug 15, 2008 4:48:25 GMT -5
Hangers yelling had turned everyones attention to cleaver in surprise and quickly rushed to his aid as he was attacked ruthlessly. Miyavi however stood like a deer caught in the headlights, watching his crew get punched around. "This... this isn't fun anymore... I-I wanna go home now... " Echoe looked at Miyavi carefully, then turned to the fray "CLEAVER-SAMAAAA! They're defensless! Leave them be!"
Cleaver: there not defensless until a cut their arms off. but whatever your call. *Cleaver sits ontop of the beaten up Rainbow crew members*
Echoe sighed and shook her head. "You're the last person I expected to see here. Did the captain not get my ceasefire signal? I was actually in the middle of negotiations of sorts with prince Miyavi here." She looked up at Miyavi, frowning at his shocked face. "Sort of."
Cleaver: Oh. Is that so? *He wacks Hanger on the head* Cleaver: guess i got a little bored. oh well no harm done. Right boys? *Cleaver smiles showing off his teeth to all of the Rainbows*
"... Get off them. We don't need any unknown armies chasing down our asses for this sort of violence." Echoe grabbed Miyavis hat suddenly, snapping him out of his spacey-ness as he tried to grab it back. "That's mine! Give it back!" "You dolt, it's a peace offering to my captain!" Echoe tried to keep it out of reach, but his arms were so long it was really difficult.
Cleaver: ye best corporate Mr Rainbow or whould you like me to cut your arms off and anything else* *Cleaver takes out his weapon of choice licks it for extra scary effect*
Miyavi burst into tears from a mix of fear and general not-getting-his-way-ness. "You're all MEAN and SELFISH and I'm PRINCE MIYAVI dammit!" He stormed over to his cabin, turning to yell one last thing. "And, and, YOUR LEGS ARE STUPID!" and slammed the door. Echoe sighed and brushed invisible dust off the hat as the crew members hurried to the door, trying to convince him to open the door back up. "Here, Cleaver. Give this to the captain and tell her to board in three days. Somethings strange here and I intend to find out what. Oh, and tell Die if you see him to fornicate himself with an iron stick when he gets the chance." Oh yeah. Totally straightfaced too.
*Cleaver puts the hat on his head and swims back to the ship while makeing sure not to get the hat wet* Cleaver: stupid water. stupid Rainbow crew. what am i? the freaking messenger dog! *He grumbles abored the Midnight Hangman. he hands the hat to Dusk* Cleaver: mop gal wants us to board the ship in three days. *he spots Die spying on him* Cleaver: ah Die Echoe wants you to fornicate yourself with a iron stick! *Cleaver walks off laughing like any happy shark whould*
Die looks positively suicidal. Or like a puppy that just got kicked.
((This has been a totally random peoples production. Seriously who writes this stuff??))
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Aug 16, 2008 2:26:08 GMT -5
Dusk pointedly ignored Tod’s taunting and waved as she and Red went for safety. A sopping Cleaver boarded and handed her the opposing Captain’s hat…interesting.
“Mop gal wants us to board the ship in three days. “ “Hmm… She watched distantly as Cleaver wondered off to give Die his message. “Well, I suppose we could afford to give them three days head start.” “Captain that’s not even…” Norrington sighed, abusing his lines, why him… “If you’ll excuse me Captain I have some unfinished business to attend to.” He kissed her on the cheek, then bowed and hurried back to his own quarters to see what that blasted Aramis and those stowaway vampires had gotten up to. If there was so much as a book out of place heads would roll. Dusk sighed, why did all of her first mates always vanish whenever they were actually needed? And Norri…she’d have to give him a talking (or something) to that night. She ordered the crew to stand down and keep after the Rainbow ship for three days. They looked confused, but at the promise of extra rum on the third day if all went well, their spirits lifted immensely.
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Post by Randomman on Aug 16, 2008 15:09:12 GMT -5
Cleaver: hm now I’m bored *Cleaver walks into the hallway and passes a mirror * Cleaver: …… *Cleaver walks backwards and looks into the mirror. A yellow cat eared and yellow cat tail Cleaver can be seen in the mirror. .* Cleaver: OH HELL NO! *Cleaver runs away from the mirror.* Cleaver: DAMMIT THIS CANT BE HAPPENING! IT WAS JUST ONE MISTAKE!!!! *Cleaver stops and rakes a couple of deep breaths* Cleaver: It’s cool. It’s cool. I can get through this. I just have to make someone bit my ears and all the torment will be on their head! …but who? *Norri walks past Cleaver. Abousley he was in a hurry to get back to his room. Cleaver grins and mutters “Perfect timing”.* Cleaver: Oi! Nort! Bite my fucking ear right now! Norri: what? *Cleaver tackles Norri and forces him to bite his ear* Cleaver: Kishikshikshi! HA! NOW YOU SHARE THE SAME CRUSE! SUFFER AS I WILL BITCH!! *Cleaver runs off laughing like any shark cat man thing would*
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Post by Echoe on Aug 16, 2008 17:21:34 GMT -5
Echoe watched the crew for a moment, not at all impressed by their ass-kissing tactics. After a moment she walked over to them, waving her hands in a shooing motion. "Go help that guy, he looks like he's seen better days." The crew just stared at her, not wanting to abandon their prince. When they didn't move, she looked to the only member she'd actually spoken too. "Tyko-san, let me talk to him. I understand how to deal with sissy princesses like him." "I'm not a sissy OR a princess!" The crew jumped in surprise. "He speaks!" "See?" she made the shooing motion again and the crew reluctantly left to tend to their bruises. She crouched in front of the door and started poking at a knot in the wood as she spoke again. "You say that, yet I have troubles believing you. A captain who cares for their crew would have shot that pirate with that gun you wave around so much." There was a long silence before Miyavi mumbled. "Er... ya see... that's actually just, um, a decoration of sorts..." "So it's fake. You still could have beaten him over the head with a fresh roll of bread and still be noble. Don't you care about your crew? They could have died y'know." "They're my servants! They're SUPPOSED to live and die for me!" Echoe traced the grain for a moment. "... So, they're tools. Not people." "Exactly." "Hm. If I said no to this marriage, what would you say?" "I was say it's going to happen and you're going to love me after we're married! Then this curse will be broken." "So I'm a tool as well?" She pushed on the knot and it fell out with a clunk. "What? Um... I guess so." Miyavi sounded less inflated as he actually thought about what was being said. "Hm... Alright." Echoe stood and quietly walked away. A few moments later Miyavi opened the door. "Hey, you stopped talking to me! " He looked around. "Um... where'd she go?"
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Aug 17, 2008 4:01:58 GMT -5
While insanity happened outside in the hallway, Tod and Red were conversing in Dusk's cabin - now more 'their' cabin, given the... distinctly un-hostile takeover and the whole 'go to my room' thing by their mother-figure captain. Not that Tod was complaining - well, except for the whole stomping up and down outside in the hallway, but eh, such was life aboard a ship.
She glanced back; Red was whining about something - again. A sigh escaped her lips, as she realised he was toying with his hair. Smiling fondly as his fingers ran through his golden locks, she cut off his protest mid-sentence; "But Red honey, you look so much better blonde!" "But I want my black hair back!" He almost sniffed, the prospect of yellow hair not one he cared for; "When you said 'dye', I thought it would wash out!" "Well that's silly; what if it rained?" ""
Pulling the most adorable pouty, puppy-dog eyed face, Tod couldn't help but smile, even as she subconsciously took on a pseudo-Dusk tone. "Oh come here," she invited, holding out an arm, "yer silly, ye know." Pressing his face into her shoulder, Red wordlessly accepted her embrace and clung to her. "Methinks someone's a lil' tired." She ran her fingers through his hair this time, exhaling half in frustration, half in affection, "yer such a child." Holding him close, she queried gently, "Ye arr all roight?"
Red nodded and pulled back a little, enough to sigh himself, "It's just... I wasn't expecting... all this. After the ball... well, I don't know what we've achieved or..." "Ye really arr silly." Tod tilted her head to one side and patiently explained, seating herself on the bed - and pulling Red onto her lap, just as she had done at the ball - "we got what we came 'ere for, an' ye've a family now. Ta cap't accepts ye as 'er own, an' loves ye dearly. Even ol' 'I'm still a Commodore in ta Royal Navy' Norri seems ta 'ave softened to ye... weoll, a'least a bit. An'," she beamed, kissing the top of his head and hugging him tightly, "ye've go' lil' ol' me." Red smiled, "You're right, of course. I think I must be tired..." "Ye worry ta much," she assured him, her smile widening, "an' wha' this? Nay pert comment? Why Reddie me lass, I'm disappoint'd in ye."
His response was to squeeze his eyes shut and stick his tongue out at her.
Hers was to lick it.
Flushing crimson, Red glanced away.
"Weoll, no', if ye ta be loike that..." Tod told him sternly, "ye bath can wait, milord. Methinks it be time ta visit ta hol' an' teach ye a lesson ye'll no' soon be forgetting." "Huh? You're..." his eyes widened, "you wouldn't..." "Wouldn't want?" Tod's tone grew dangerous and a strange light entered her eyes, practically daring him. "...Tie me to the mast and..." Red's throat turned dry, "ca-cat-o-n-n-n-nin-nine tails." "Wha?!" Tod's tone rose in outrage, "I'd nev- who'd dare even sugg- on ye? I'd kill 'em meself!" Red shrank back, "So-so-sorry..." "Nay, lad," She smiled at him, pulling him close, "I'd no' be usin' tha' on ye. But," tweaking his nose, her eyes twinkled, "I may hafta consider it... if ye misbehave." His eyes bulged further, even as she jested and sighed as he didn't get it. "Com'on; we've a hol' ta visit. It be a surprise," she placed a kiss on the tip of his nose this time, "ye'll enjoy it. If... yer a good lad." She winked at him, rising to her feet and taking his arm. "This way."
Red nodded wondering what horrors she had in store for him.
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