Echoe
that girl with the mop
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Post by Echoe on Aug 17, 2008 5:03:51 GMT -5
Die staggered along, drunk and carrying his lute and a bottle of rum with him. He leaned heavily against a wall and took a swig, grimacing slightly.
"An' tha, me lad, is why we 'av rum." A gruff woman's voice echoed down the hallway, already a little slurred. "But Tod, that makes no sense! What do sugar monkeys have to do with giant turtles and coconuts? And the whole idea about ropes made out of hair chest is obscene!" "Well, lad, as I tol' ye, the sug-mokeys 'arvest ta coconut water, an' then they crack it open 'n pis-" "Tod!" The second voice protested, sounding higher pitched than the first; a bit like a little girl, or a eunuch, or perhaps a choir boy, "that's not how rum's made at all! And what do turtles have to do with anything, giant or otherwise?" "I tells ye alraedy, they ferments it with their magic in ta ocean currents..."
The duo came into range; one was in a long coat, with wide-rimmed knee-high boots and a triangular hat, white lacy shirt, a rapier and elegant duelling pistol at her side, a brace of pistols across her chest and a rather large flask of rum at her belt, with an even larger bottle in her hand. The other arm was draped around the shoulders of a seemingly girlish boy, who was decked out in a white nightgown overflowing with lace at the cuffs and collar. His hair was golden and his locks fell to past his nape - and he was on the verge of protesting again when the first speaker (who held yet another bottle in her other hand) raised it to his lips and forced him to drink. "Tha' better; hush yeself, me lad." She paused, squinted, and blinked as she saw Die, "'ai mate, who's ye?"
"Who'm I? Who'r Yuu?" Die slurred lamely. Out of nowhere he started laughing "Oh, oh man I- I jus'aw.. . th' CRAZiest--" He giggled. "D-did yusee?" He grinned at them stupidly.
"I am -" The woman poked her companion in the ribs with her left forefinger, "what I be tellin' ye? Spoik loike a poirot. 'I be' nay 'I am'; wha arr ye; God? Nay, ye be Reddie-me-lad," Tod squinted at him, "Or lass, it be 'ard ta tell." "I'm a man!" "A boyish lass, if e'rr I saow on'." Reddie-me-lad glared, and gulped a mouthful of rum as the young woman raised the bottle in her right to his lips again - and the bottle in her left to her lips. "An' I? I be ta Dread Poriot Tod! Arr! Terrioble Terror o' ta Toirible Seas, Fircesome Luk'r o' ta Cape o Terro Peak; Wandor'r o' ta' Nion Sail, an'-" This time it was Reddie-me-lad who lifted the bottle in Torribl' Tod's left to her mouth - to which she drank a large swallow, and opened her mouth to continue, only to be met with more rum. This hapepned a third time, leaving Die with room to respond.
Die pointed at Tod drunkenly, slurring horribly "Yu-yur drUnk, man. Yu needa sidown'n soberup 'fore ya falloverboord." and he followed his own advice, crashing to the ground onto his rear. He took another swig, almost falling over backwards.
"Ye're drunk," Tod commented, "Wha' be yer name?" Red sighed and nudged Tod to sit down in the nearby hold. Attempting to led her by the hand to a barrel, he tugged when she didn't move but stood over the strange drunken man instead. So he tugged harder - and almost fell over when Tod didn't budge. So he stood still with a pouty lip. Tod didn't notice - didn't care - or ignored it. "So 'hoo arr ye?"
Die gave her a dumb drunk gaping mouth response. "Wuh? Y'duno me? 'M Die! Th' best lute playur on thiship!" Drunk proud. "'nd I wasbout to go save m'E ko e from tha' gai ship. B'then ah found this rum..." He mumbled on in japanese. ".. . n'then yu nuts strolled up. Gawd I luv thiship lD "
"Aye," Tod commented, cocking her head to one side, then reached down and pulled him up, "'ere, 'av on' on me." She thurst a bottle o rum into his hand and perched on the barrel Red had reserved for her. Almost sulkily, Red joined her, seating himself on her thigh with a sigh - only to have more rum poured into his mouth, once Tod had taken another swig. "Sit yerself," Tod invited, waving her hand at another crate, "an' tell us ye trubles."
"m' troubles?" Die sat heavily on the crate, somehow managing to get the lute in a good place to be strummed while he talked "She left me fer a yunik who stole 'er. I think she got tha' stalkhome sindroam er whatever 'tis."
((Brought to you by Rum and Mop Industries - Cleaning Floors and Crippling Livers wherever they go))
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Post by Randomman on Aug 17, 2008 22:17:19 GMT -5
*Bomber smiles at Emma.* Bomber to herself: Fufu She’s so clingy. *Emma opens her eyes sleepily.* Emma: hm? *Emma yawns and wipes her eyes* Bomber to herself: to cute Emma: Mistress? Do you need something? Bomber:!. Do you know how to make pigeon pate.. with mushrooms? Emma:…Ma’am?! Er… yes… …I could make it. Bomber: What about tipsy cake? Emma: That, too. Bomber: Can you make it well? *Emma blushes* Emma: Eh? Ah … I believe so… *Bomber smiles.* Bomber: Those two are my current favorites. I’ll be pleased if you remember that. *Emma smiles with excitement* Emma: I will! *Emma snuggles closer to Bomber. She smiles.* Bomber: You’re thirteen? Emma: Eh? Ah yes, Ma’am. Bomber: mm. No reason. *Bomber strokes Emma’s hair as she slips away to dreamland.*
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Post by Aramis Nemo on Aug 21, 2008 21:51:17 GMT -5
'Norri, can I have a quick word. Norri?' Poking his head out the door he looked around for the former occupant of the room, but couldn't see him anywhere. 'Norrington, where have you gone?' The bloody coward's run away! Bugger, right Smilling, Aramis turned to face the other vampire standing in the room.
'Hello again, er, I didn't catch your name.'
"Erik de Lavergne, at your service." The blond bowed melodramatically.
'So you are French! Finally someone cultred to talk to. My name is Aramis Nemo, you've probably never heard of me, my family, or, er, well maybe my family. Part of it anyway.' He bowed, flourishing his hat before replacing it on his head. No one out does me on a bow he thought not even another Frenchman.
'So then, where do you hail from in our great country?'
Born and bread Parisian Monsieur." He smiled proudly. "And you?"
'I, I was born and raised in Montmoreau. A little more rustic than Paris, but that can't be helped. At least we had cognac and wine to help pass the time.'
'Now, how is that you're travelling with my cousins? And do they do this a lot?'
Erik laughed knowingly and nodded, gold curls abound. "I came across your cousin Fabien here looking rather disgruntled in a cafe you see. He was rather close to my territory, such a harsh word but you understand, and so I decided to approach him. And..." He laughed again. "...yes quite often."
'How can you let them!? Do have no sense of morals?' Aramis pulled a face of disgust. 'Wait, do they let you join in too?'
"Now, that's hardly an appropriate question for a guest." He covered his mouth with a delicate gloved hand.
'And that is called avoiding the question. And doesn't a guest need to be invited?' Ooh, this one's good. He smiled, enjoying having someone with intelligence to talk to for once.
'Now then, have you eaten yet tonight?'
His eyes narrowed a little with a smile. "I'm afraid not for quite some time Monsieur. Your crew saw to that."
"An interrupted party is somewhat of an interrupted meal."
'Ah, I do apologise for that. Unfortunate turn of events there. Personally I was quite enjoying the night.' He sighed, and then remembered that at least he still had some snacks left from the ball.
'Hmm, something for you to eat... I guess that Henrietta there is out of the question. And I really wouldn't recommend any of the crew. Ah! I know.' Smiling, he reached inside his coat, and after a quick rummage pulled out a still lived, though trussed, seagull. 'Enjoy!'
Erik drew back in disgust, covering his mouth with his gloved hand. "What is that that is positively revolting!"
'It's called a seagull my god man. Have you never tried seagull before?' Aramis looked at him in surprise. How could a vampire of his standing have never tried seagull before?
Erik was backed against the wall and door looking rather frazzled. "Of course not, I'm not some sort of begger off the streets." He cleared his throat and readjusted his coat before tapping his cane on the ground to try and regain a sort of composure.
'Unfortunatly Monseur, on this ship there is nothing else to eat.' The smile slipped from his face as he faced Erik. 'Now, I recommend that you forget your high and mighty attitude and accept the food that you are offered. Plus, seagulls are delicious and nutrious!' He grinned, shoving the seagull into Erik's free hand.
'Anyway, how do you know that you won't like it? Once you go seagull there's no going back'
Erik dropped any show of control and shoved the sea gull back at Aramis before quickly wiping his hand off on his coat. "I'm positive, as positive as I am that you are mad." He tossed hair from his eyes with a destainful expression.
"If this ship is to be transporting vampires of our level there are going to have to be some changes." He sat down on the room's only chair with his feet over the side and a lovely pout.
'Well, if you really want to drink the blood of the crew, it's your funeral. Not only would you have myself to contend with, but also Norri, where ever he's got to, and our good captain. Anyway, a vampire of "your standing" would probably throw everything up if you tried to drink from these guys.' Smiling, he raised the seagull to his mouth and took a bite. Ahh, that's so much better.
Licking his lips, he threw the seagull into the corner, splattering blood on the pile of clothes that Fabien and Henrietta had left.
'Now, if you would like to discuss changes, please, draw your sword and let us be done with it.' He deliberately placed his hand on his hilt, and cocked his head to one side, smirking.
Erik sighed, removing his gloves and dropping them on the floor beside him carelessly. "No matter. I'm sure we can come to a compromise like gentlemen with out having to draw our weapons. I'm loath to waste blood so early in the day, especially another vampire's.”
'So then, we're settled on you get a seagull every day, and a half ration of rum. I'll even be nice and throw in a barrel of cognac, and a dozen bottles of the finest white wine.' He stretched out his free hand, making sure he could still draw his weapon if needed. Silly little vampire. They never know when to accept defeat.
"The offer is tempting to be sure, but are you absolutely sure that there are none among the crew that may be spared?" He flicked his slender hand absently, glancing in Fabien and Henrietta's direction.
'Pretty sure on that one I'm afraid. Well, to seal the deal, I'll also throw in my hat here.' With speed and grace never before seen from Aramis, well not recently, he knocked the hat from Erik's' head, placed his there instead, and grabbed his hand.
'There, the deal is done. I thank you for seeing things my way Monsieur. Now we just need to find somewhere for you to sleep.'
Erik turned and glared in disbelief. "That is my property Monsieur." He fumed beneath his curls giving off rather the feel of a young girl throwing a tantrum then an old vampire growing angry.
'There there' Aramis said, patting Erik on the cheek. 'At least you still have your pretty curls on your head. And my hat is far prettier than yours.
"How dare you touch me!?" He stood up to his full 6'1 height and glared.
"Don't make me lose my patience with you, or I will cease to treat you with such politeness."
'You look so cute when you're angry!' Aramis let out a girlish squeal and clapped his hands together. 'Fabien, can I keep him please?' Fabien, still somewhat occupied, paid no attention to what was happening in the room.
'I'll take your silence as a yes then! Right then, you get to come to my ship. We can play chess, make beautiful music together, nibble on Anthony...' Aramis became lost in all the things he was going to make his new friend do.
Erik fumed at him in utter shock. This was far from the usual respect he recieved. Sure he didn't expect everyone to treat him like a prince...(mainly a proper prince could get away with out paying such respects) but really!
'And, and, and where is my ship?' Aramis stopped talk for a moment to think. And where are Steve and Jose for that matter. I do hope we didn't forgot them.
'Now tell me, have you ever seen a sloth?'
Just then Norrington burst in on the seething Erik and the confused Aramis. "Why are you still here?" He looked puzzled, had nothing changed since he left? Oh wait..yes it had...there were more clothes on the floor he was sure of it.
'Norri! There you are!' Aramis leapt on poor Norrington, and gave him a big hug, only to pushed away in disgust.
'Whilst you went gallivanting around the ship, I have been in deep negotiations with this fine gentleman here. We have come to an agreement that he will leave the crew alone for a small amount of rum, and a seagull a day. And where were you? Leaving me here to sort out your mess.' Aramis crossed his arms and pouted at Norrington, still a little annoyed that he had abandoned him to sort the mess out.
"We're currently pursuing an enemy ship who has kidnapped a member of the crew!" He was sorely tempted to ask 'where were you?!' but he knew the answer already and thus refrained.
He tried to keep his voice down. "I had to act as first mate in your place."
"I'm still here." Erik pouted.
'Well you just ran away from your mess! And quiet you!' Aramis thrust a finger at Erik but refused to turn his head.
'Now if you had stayed to sort this little mess, I would have been able to do duties, so don't use that as an excuse.'
"I understand, but will you please see to it that your relatives will leave my quarters at once Mr. Nemo?"
'But he's not my relative Norri. He's just a Parisian.'
"Not him. Them!"
He pointed bitterly at the couple in his precious bed.
"But I'm more important." Erik plopped on the seat again.
'Who? Oh, those two. I tried to get them out, but they hit me. You try if want.' Aramis stepped to one side to let Norri past, hoping that he would try. It was always fun to see him getting hit by ladies.
'Oh fine, here, drink this.' Aramis pulled a small bottle from his coat and threw it at Erik, but didn't bother to look at him.
Erik opened it and sniffed it with a scrunched up nose. "Is this even sanitary?" Norrington rolled his eyes indignantly and walked over to the bed, ripping of fthe blankets. "OUT!"
Henrietta let out an ear piercing shriek, balled a fist and punched Norrington, and snatched back the blankets to preserve her modesty.
'Really Sir! Do you have no manners?!' Fabien raised his head and turned it towards Norrington. 'Now, get out of OUR room before I have you evicted!'
Aramis chuckled to himself as he watched from the safety of the doorway. 'Don't worry Erik, it's perfectly sanitary. Now just sit back, and watch.'
"No thank you, it's disgusting behaviour." He said in his thick French accent and gave the 'rum' a taste. "Evicted?! These are my quarters! I will tell the Captain of your intrusion and you'll both be exicuted!"
'Now now gentleman, lets not have any fighting. We're all gentlemen here. Well, except for Henrietta there, who, thanks to Norri, we have all clearly seen is actually a woman.' Aramis headed over to the bed, trying not to actually look at it.
'I'm sure that we can come to some sort of arrangement about this. Norri, for tonight, why not just use the Captains cabin? It may not be as big, but with just the two of you that shouldn't be a problem.'
Norrington considered this, kicking that whiny child and random deck hand from the Captain's cabin finally would be rewarding in itself. "For tonight that should suffice, but come tomorrow I want all of them gone."
"How rude." Erik added.
'I quite agree with you on this Erik. He is English though, so we'll have to excuse his lack of manners.' Aramis turned his head to look at Erik briefly before turning back to Norri.
'See Norri, it's better if you don't fight it. And it's your own fault for letting them in here in the first place. Haven't you ever heard of locking your door?'
"The door doesn't lock." He said through gritted teeth and Erik laughed, not improving Norrington's mood in the least.
'Well, mine does. It's not my fault if you can't figure out a simple lock now is it. Now then, seeing as we're all agreed on who's sleeping where, I'm going to go and join the Eunuch and James in my cabin. Good night everyone, sweet dreams.' Aramis happily skipped out of the door, only to poke his head back in moments latter.
'Now Erik, if you decide to join them, please not with Fabien. Laughing, he headed off towards his precious cabin with all of it's trinkets.
Brought to you in assocciation with Norrington Family Tea Rooms and d'Orsay Family Portraits. It's fun for the whole family!
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Aug 22, 2008 0:05:33 GMT -5
Oh, once there was a caaaaptain, aboard a midnight craft; she held the gallow's hangman, above the noose and mast, she got him drunk and ready, to lynch a redcoat git, who was once a stupid, stupid little twit; this ex-commo-dooor named 'glori', defected to the ship, betrayed his rightful colours, and now is in deep shi-*hic*
Tod sang loudly on top of the barrel; Red simply stared up at her. She seemed to have broken out into song after taking a long swig and growing bored of Die's lack of response (which is to say, since he wasn't chittering like a chipmunk on spee- sugar, he wasn't keeping up). Tod of course, was keeping time by thumping her boot on the barrel Red was sitting on, and he had to keep dodging to avoid being stepped on.
Die fumbled with with his lute, trying to catch up in his drunken state and finally found a few good notes around the word 'git' and laughed at the end. It looked like he might fall off his crate, but somehow stayed upright. Sort of.
"Com'on Red! You sing!" Tod gently poked him with her boot-toe in the ribs. "No 'buts' or I'll be tannin' yers!" Tod cut him off as he opened his mouth; to which he turned pale and swallowed. "Uh... I don't know any..." "Hmm... well..." Tod paused, "'ere's an easy one for yer; an' well, it be sort of yer class." She cleared here throat and sang in a clear, ringing voice:
O pirate queen, o what a sight! Magnificence; o sheer delight, your great bosom commands the seas; makes sailors wobbly at the knees; your britches flow and rear divine, o cap't ma'am, thou art mine;
O treasure loot and plunder shall, n'er compare with your great po'er, so cap't mine, with looks so fine, be our wondrous queen!
Red turned crimson.
This time Die was ready and joined quickly, bashing one foot against the deck. His little brain asumed he was just tapping, but we all know he wasn't. In the end he snickered "Lookit yur face, gurli. 's like ya ate a buncha strawburries n missed ya mouth hehe.. ." He finally passed out and fell over into a painful position on his shoulders and neck. Looked happy though.
Scowling at him, Red stood up, walked over to him and crouched down and stole his belt, cord, or whatever was holding up what he was wearing. An evil glint had entered his eyes, and no doubt, he'd been spending too much time with Tod.
Tod merely looked dumbfounded for a moment, then roared with laughter.
Red on the other hand, looked up and smiled innocently, singing as sweetly as a sugar-coated angel... oh, if you could just treat, I'd lick your - *hic* - and say something sweet, like 'I love your teat'
Tod almost did a double take and fell off the barrel laughing.
Unfortunately for Red, Dusk was just rounding the corner on her way to pick up an old chart and had heard the whole thing quite clearly. "Red?!
"Uh... oh... er... hullo Mother!" Red beamed, a rather large and very stupid grin etched across his face. "Tod here was teachin' me new songs!" "Me?! Oh no you don'- er," Tod smiled rather foolishly as she picked herself up, "'ello captters! How be ye? Care ta join us fer a drink, aye?"
"No, I care for what effect you're having on the discipline on the men on board my ship!" She glared, but continued on her way to her cabin to pick up the charts, stepping on poor Die's head on the way.
Red turned pale, and took a step to chase after her, but Tod stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, "Eh, leave it lad. She be havin' womanly troubles." She kept sure to keep her voice low, "No doubt with ta new faces on board."
Red simply stared, "A- wha now?"
With an innocent grin, Tod simply said, "Ask yer mother."
Die rolled over with a pained groan and tried to stand up. Of course we know his pants fell down, but he hasn't noticed yet. He stumbled in Tods direction "Ugh I think ah have uh hangover.. . Got aneh rum?"
Tod stared, trying hard not to laugh. Composing herself, she smiled, "Aye, but ye hafta do us a wee lil' favour-loike first. Ye agreeable?"
Die looked utterly dumbfounded. No wait, just plain dumb works too. "Wha? uh, sure.. ." He tried to take a slightly bigger step, tripped and fell flat on his face. A pause and then he started giggling. "'ello, floor!"
Tod leant down and patted him on the head, "there, there. It's all right. The floor likes you too." She eyed a bug crawling towards him, "Ye've got yerself a friend." With a rather mysterious, yet utterly innocent smile, she waved airily, "'n my favour is this: ye get yerself out on deck and start playin' our cap't's favourite waltz with Red 'n Norri ta dance to. Ye agreeable?" She waved a flagon of rum under his nose.
Red turned pale with horror and began to tiptoe out, then chased after Dusk... ...staring over his shoulder, so he ran straight into her.
Dusk turned and looked down at him. "You alright there?" She said, looking at him rather disappointedly.
Red clutched onto his nose and didn't look at her. Instead he tried - rather tipsily - to crawl past her, a bit like a puppy who'd been caught doing something it knew it shouldn't.
Die looked hard at the grain of the wood that was swirling in his viSion as he slowly processed what was asked with the rusty gears in his head slowly turning. "Feedin bacon ta granma while she in th' bath sounds likalotta work. but a'll playa song on deck for ya instead ya?" He rolled into a sitting position, stopped the deck from tilting, stood, swayed, and stumbled over to the deck.
The pants had given up clinging to his ankles and lay hopelessly abandoned.
"Eh, no quoite..." Tod frowned, "Ah, ye just hafta play a song fer me lad o'er 'ere, aye?" Scrutinising him with an overly astute gaze, Tod tapped her fingers on her arm.
Dusk cocked an eyebrow and lifted Red by the collar of his shirt ,adding to the puppy image. "Where are you going?"
Die waved a hand dismissivly, which looked like retarded flailing from the sober point of view, and found a suitable place to sit. He mostly fell into into a sitting position, but he landed where he wanted to. Sitting cross-legged, the lute covered everything nicely and he was still oblivious as he snickered. "Whatcha wunt me ta play, mista?"
"Noit now," Tod grinned, "When yer a bit moor... so-beir." she mimicked a French accent, then grinned, "'av ye rum fer now." She thrust the flagon under his chin and lifted it, waiting to see if he'd lap it up like a dog...
Red on the other hand, stared at the planking. "Bed," he said quietly, refusing to look at her, "You're... angry with me again. All I had was one an' sung a song like Tod..." He almost pouted; but his lower lip quivered just a little too much, "so I was going to miss supper and go to bed..."
Dusk sighed heavily. "That'll never do. Go, have your supper."
"Not hungry."
Of course Die drank it. And when he was done he happily fell over backwards and hit the deck with a solid thud.
"Poor you. Eat. I'm not sure but I think there is something up with Norri's quarters so for tonight we will be needing my cabin back." Ooh cold.
"I don't deserve them anyway. Thank you for the loan." For once, Red bit back and refused to call her 'mother'.
Tod on the other hand, laughed uproariously, and patted Die's shoulder. "Ye ain't bad, fer a lightweight."
In a moment of generosity, Tod gently tucked Die in - ...with his pants, patted his shoulder and walked off chuckling.
Dusk sighed again and ruffled his hair. "I'm not mad at you boy, it's just been a long day. I'm sorry to boot you out but I'm sure ye can understand, aye?"
"...May I... ...at... least have a... blank-" He didn't finish the sentence but turned away, "I'll sleep in the brig."
Dusk rolled her eyes. "Come back you." She hugged him. "Take anything you need, plus there are extra blankets under the bed. Just make sure you leave plenty for me and Norri."
Hugging her back, Red nodded gratefully, and whispered, "Thank you... Mother, but... one'll be enough."
"No it won't Reddie, grab two minimum." She kissed him on the cheek and headed to her cabin.
Red trailed after her like a lost puppy.
Tod continued to get drunk.
Die had corny glittery romantic dreams that would make a sane pirate vomit.
With a special guest appearance by none other than our beloved captain! Brought to you by 'singin' while the rum's strong' and other musical melodies...
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Post by Randomman on Aug 23, 2008 1:03:15 GMT -5
Cleaver: Kishikshikshi safe at last! *Cleaver locks the kitchen door and turns off the lights* Cleaver: All I have to do is stay hidden and let Norii take all that cat crap for me! *Someone taps Cleaver on the back. Cleaver jumps in the air and lets out a surprised cat yell* Cleaver: the hell! Oh it’s just you Randomman.. wait RANDOMMAN! What the hell are you doing here!!? Randomman yawns: I was thirsty so I got some water what are you doing here Cleaver? *Randomman rubs his eyes and sees Cleavers cat ears and tail.* Randomman: ZOMG YOU HAVE THEM TO!! QUICK! LETS GO SHOW EVERYONE!!!! *Cleaver gags Randommans mouth.* Cleaver: ooooh no! Your keeping your mouth shut on this understood? *Randomman shakes his head and Cleaver ungags him.* Randomman: but why not! They almost look like the cat ears and tail I use to have. Cleaver: screw that im staying here until they go away! …wait what do you mean “use” to have? *Cleaver looks at Randomman closer.* Cleaver: wait where your cat ears and tail go? Randomman: oh they went away. Cleaver: THE HELL DO YOU MEAN “THEY WENT AWAY”!! *Cleaver pins Randomman into a wall* Cleaver: YOU WILL TELL ME HOW TO GET RID OF THIS WRETCHED CRUSE OR SO HELP ME! YOU WILL NEVER SEE ANOTHER CAKE AGAIN!! Randomman: oh! you want the cat ears and tail off Cleaver? I thought you where enjoying this? Cleaver: HELL NO! TELL THE CRUE DAMMIT! Randomman: oh the cure that’s easy it was….um…whats was it again? *Cleaver shacks Randomman in the air.* Cleaver: THE CURE! THE CURE! TELL ME! Randomman wahhhhhh stop it Cleaver! I’m getting dizzy! XD *Cleaver sets Randomman down.* Randomman: ah that’s better. Cleaver: well what is it? Randomman: oh yeah the crue! You have someone bite your ear! Cleaver: I ALREADY DID THAT WITH NORRI!! YOU CAKE FOOL! *Cleaver calms down.* Cleaver grumbles: At least he will share in my misire. Randomman: But the transformation dosent work on Norii. Cleaver: WHY DIDENT YOU TELL ME THAT IN THE FRIST PLACE CHICKEN SHIT! Randomman: Yohoho! I’m sorry about that Cleaver! My bad. Hopefully Cakebrother Norri want tell a soul about the hull thing XD Cleaver: he better not TT *Cleaver regains his composure.* Cleaver: So why dident the cruse work on the tea machine? Randomman: Because hes the batman! Cleaver: the what man? Randomman: the batman! Hes like this Cleaver! *Randomman runs around the kitchen flaping his coat like wings* Cleaver:……the fuck? Randomman: And hes like this to cakebrother! *Randomman bites the neck of a chicken* Cleaver: the hell are you trying.. you know what.. Never mind ! I don’t think I want to know! *Cleaver grabs Randomman by the collar.* Cleaver: Just tell me the stupid cure already…and stop whatever what you were trying to tell me! *Randomman stops flapping his coat like a pair of wings.* Randomman: oh yeah the cure you have a women bite your ears. Cleaver: that’s it? Randomman smiles: yuppers! *Cleaver lets go of Randommans collar and proceads to running out of the kitchen door.* Cleaver: FUCK YEAH! I’m FREE AT LEAST BITCHES!! Now all I have to do is get bomber to… *Cleaver stops and imagens what Bomber would do to him. if she found him in this situation.* Cleaver: heh you know. I think I would rather die then let her see me like this. I hate this bloody cruse soooo much! TT *Cleaver walks away with his head down in shame.*
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Aug 24, 2008 4:29:58 GMT -5
Kyo looked at Bou with an eyebrow raised. "Yes...last time Kyo went to France there was 'the french'."
"what did you think? i'd spent my entire life in kiribati?" bou pouted, covering her pink cheeks
Kyo shrugged his shoulders. Obviously nothing could have given him that impression, so he remained silent. He paused and turned his head. "Foot steps!" He grabbed Bou and shoved her back beneath the seat he'd found her under. "Hide here. The captain comes."
bou slid under the chair in a tangled knot. "cripes! i know monkeys with more manners!"
Kyo looked like he was about to say something but then the door opened behind him and he quickly stood up in front of the chair. Dusk walked in, straight to her desk and started rumaging for whichever chart she had in mind when she noticed Kyo standing there...looking...rather suspicious to say the least.
"Kyo? What is it?" "Nothing." "Oh...alright...." She couldn't quite stop looking at him but she needed to find those charts.
Slinking in, Red gave Kyo a dirty look, and walked over to the bed, almost sullenly, and pulled off a single blanket. He didn't trust what Kyo was doing in there alone, all by himself, without anyone to watch him...
bou peered out from between kyo's legs and tugged on his clothes. "hey, why do all of your friends dress so funny?"
Kyo tucked her hand away as much as he could with out moving too much and breathed out the corner of his mouth. "Ask...later..." Dusk of course, could hear the entire thing and paused with her hand over the compass Norrington had put there.
In an almost sickly sweet voice, Red inquired to no one in particular, as he walked over to his chest, blatantly ignoring Dusk's command to take two blankets, "You know, I asked Mother about what 'taste' meant, and do you know what she said?"
Kyo resisted looking back at the seat and cleared his throat a little. "N-no...tell Kyo."
"Maybe you should tell Mother, Kyo." Red smiled more sweetly than before; so sweetly infact, it was oozing. His eyes held a nasty, almost vicious, spiteful light within though.
Kyo shrugged, smiling (snarling?) back at Red. He didn't say anything and resisted twitching when he felt Bou pulling on his clothes again.
Walking over to Dusk, Red threw his arms around her and hugged her fiercely, then pecked her cheek, and smiled up at her angelically, "Goodnight Mother; I love you. I hope you sleep well, an' that me 'n Tod haven't messed up your cabin too much. Thank you for lending it to me, an' I hope you and Norri rest well. See-you-tomorrow,goodnight-love-you-sweet-dreams." Then he turned and walked to the door, and shot back at Kyo, "And I don't wear funny clothes, so there !" He took in a deep breath, and gave him a look that said 'You just wait. She knows and now you're in trouble . So there "
Somewhere, Red's mentality turned to eight years old. Or was that three?
Kyo glared at Red's retreating back. "Baka no hito..." "Kyo!" Kyo turned to Dusk witha sheepish grin. "Kyo, that's an incredable female impersonation you've been pulling off today, new trick?" "Um...Kyo is.......preparing a new disguise."
bou cupped her hands over her mouth, but not before a high pitched giggle escaped. she was beginning to wonder why kyo was hiding her, but her regret over not bringing snacks outweighed her curiousity.
Red slammed the door, and dragged his chest off - exit stage right.
Kyo's face paled, then he immitated the giggle awkwardly. Dusk shook her head. "Out with her." "What do you mean sensei?" Worst innocent face ever.
"ooh, this is getting good" bou said tugging at kyo's clothes again. "what's gonna happen next?"
"Ano...you get to meet the Captain of my fine vessel." He stood aside and let Bou up and Dusk watched, tapping her foot impatiently.
"oh' bou stood up to greet the stranger. "i'm bou," she said with a smug grin. "princess of kiribati. do you work on kyo's boat?"
The heat of the flames in Dusk's eyes warmed the room as she glared at Kyo, but when she turned to Bou her gaze softened. A real proper little girl! Dusk grinned. "How cute! I don't know where the hell Kiribati is but that's ok." She reached out a hand in a not-very-lady-like way and Kyo shook his head.
a little shocked that there were now two people that hadn't heard of her, bou replied. "that's ok! kyo's going to take us there!" she pulled a coin from her pocket and popped it into the captains hand. "there ya go, good work!"
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Aug 24, 2008 4:31:34 GMT -5
"Tod - Tod!" Yelled someone from high up above - probably the crowsnest, “Put that back! Ye can’t steal the flag!” “I have captured the flag! And now, ye’ll sail under ta ‘Flying Pants’!” Tod’s voice rang clearly, as muffled cursing followed, “Now get ye down, ye lubber! This ‘ere be ta ‘Floating Asylum’; it be havin’ spoilt brats on board; this t’ain’t no piroite ship! This ‘ere be a madhouse!” “It’s a pirate ship! Give that back!” “The flag is mine! HEADSHOT!” Holding up a bucket of white paint she had already used to rename the ‘Midnight Hangman’, she conked the chap on the nose and escaped down the line cackling gleefully – while drunk, “I reached Red base, I win!” she yelled while crashing into a stomping Red and knocking him to the deck. It was as well she had found Red before any more damage could be done. …Much. Kissing him squarely on the mouth, she called out, “I be stealin’ ye, ye lubber! Yer mine, fishbait! Arrr! ARRR! Arr-hah-hah! ARRR.” Then she slung a still sulking Red across her shoulder and made off with him, his chest, and the flag… towards one of the lifeboats.
Whoops… ?
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Post by Randomman on Aug 24, 2008 22:25:24 GMT -5
Meanwhile the crew of the Intrepid are a little lost….
Keyes: Stupid bloody fog! Nothing will stop us from getting back to our Ojou-Sama! Right men! Men: YAR!!!!!
*Big Gun sneezes* Fluffy: Hissss *Big Gun pets Fluffs head* Big Gun: Its ok boy. It’s just a cold that’s all. *Fluffy purrs in agreement. But stays alert for any threat that has the nerve to challage his queen mother. He snuggels closer to Big Guns chest.* Fluffy: Hisssssss *Long live the queen*
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Post by Randomman on Aug 25, 2008 0:37:18 GMT -5
And thus, so it was, the nefarious pirate Tod fled, seeking refuge within the confines of a longboat. Fleeing the wrath of her infamous captain, she took to the waves, throwing her hands up in exasperation as her compatriot failed to lift the oar and row in time. Seizing the oak shafts herself, she shot him a glare to wither the stoutest of all hearts and sighed as he cringed back in terror.
And so it was, she paddled, paddled and paddled anon... until she reached her destination: the sleek vessel 'Intrepid', commanded by none other than 'Big Gun'.
And lo! Did the dread pirate cry out, her plea for an audience nothing short of a demand; for there was but one word uttered: "parlay".
Fristmate: Captien Keyes! Theres a gastly brute slave driving a fare young lady to death! Keyes: WHAT! As the captien of this fine vessel! I will never allow such behavior to befall on a lady! Save the poor lass at once men! And teach this man whats what! Men: Yar! THAT’S OUR CAPTIEN!!! YAR!! YAR!!
"Tod?" Red stared at her sleepily, "What is going on?" "Nothing sweetie; hush and let big sister Tod deal with this." "You're not my big sister..." "You prefer 'guardian'?" Before Red could reply, Tod gave him a look that said 'quiet', and glared up at the ship, "Oi, ye useless beggars; ain't ye realise who be at ye doorst- ship? I be Tod! Emissary of Fleet Admiral Dusk! So ye'll let me on board, ye bleedin' dockrats. Now!"
*the Intrepid become flooded with faces as the crew stares at the longboat. Keyes head pops out into the crowd of faces.* Keyes: Dusk you say? Well well wecome abored you silly bastared! Any feriends of the Midnight Hangmen are feriends of us! *The crew helps the Red and Toda abored to Intrepid* Keyes: Listen you savey dogs! Let’s greet our little princess and her boyfriend to some music and good drink eh? Men: AYE AYE SIR!!! *The men rush off and quickly come back with a table and two chairs. They quickly seat Tod and Red and start setting out a feast in their honor. While the rest of the men play a fine music in the background.* Keyes: If theres anything else you need. Please don’t hesitate to ask.
Glaring at all of them, Red growled, "I am not a little princess! I'm not!" Tod just grinned, "So which one of ye is captain?" She seemed pleased with the welcome.
Keyes: Oh! My dear goddess! I apologize for myself and my crew. We ment no ill towards such an angel descending upon our sad lost ship. Right men? Men: A THOUSAND APOLOGIES ARE ONE AND ONLY QUEEN! *the entrie crew bows in front of Red*
Red stared, then his lip quivered, then he burst into tears and clung to Tod's arm. "They- they're making fun of me..."
Shaking her head, Tod simply smoothed his hair and sighed, "There, there, they don't mean it."
It had been a long day... poor Red. Sniffing, Red accepted Tod's words.
"Now, com'on; let's eat while we're here." Tod paused, and smiled at the crew, "it's all right. Say, uh, don't ye 'ave any women aboard?"
Keyes:no my good sir.I fear such company is no where abored this sad ship. *the crew mood drops into despair.* Keyes: But fear not! By my word! This crew will not fail you! So what if this little hellish fog has us lost for a few days! Great men make pathways with their souls and their hearts! Who the hell do you think we are! The men: YAR!! THAT’S OUR KEYES FOR YAH! LETS SHOW THIS BLOODY FOG WHAT THE CREW OF THE INTREPID CAN DO!! YAR!
Tod cursed under her breath and whispered to Red, "Damnit, I think we're on the wrong ship. I was looking for Big Gun... oh well..."
Red's eyes widened, "we're aboard a ship of maniacs... they're all insane... I... Mother..." "Now now, don't start crying again, 'princess'." "I'M NOT A PRINCESS!" "Ah, captian!" Tod called, "I believe our princess - that is, our queen - here has had too long of a day; have ye a cabin to spare?"
Keyes: Of course! Fear not sweetheart. Anything you desire your lowly servents will bring it to you at post haste! Right men? The men: YARRRRRR! *The crew lifs up the table and chairs (with Red and Tod still sitting on theam) into the Captien Keyes room. The musicians (still playing) follow theam into the spacious room.* Keyes: If you acquire anything else. Please don’t hestate to ask. *Keyes kisses Red on the hand and bows to Tod. He leaves the room while the Musicians start the next song*
"Well... that was unexpected. Eat up, Reddie-me-lass, and then we'll catch some shut-eye. An'... see if this 'ere barge has any silk sheets an' ta like. This be ta best mis-cal-cu-lation I think I've made in sometime. 'Side from seekin' ye out." "HEY! That's not nice!" "I jest, ye fool!" Tod laughed and kissed Red firmly on the mouth, "now eat," she said sternly.
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Aug 25, 2008 0:54:06 GMT -5
A few moments later, Tod poked her head out from around the door; "You there! Uh, what's your name Mister...? Anyway, your queen is in dire need of cookies. To sleep, she requires an intake of six a day! Either that, or cake! So, you sir, must go to Captain Keyes, and inform him that an oven must be made! Convert a cannon and train up five chefs from the crew to start mass-production of cookies and cake! This floating barge shall become a bakery! We shall visit island nations and sell them our cookies while plundering their ships! "Oh, we also have a new flag for you. Go and hang this up." Tod handed the man the Midnight Hangman's flag - the same one she stole earlier. "Tod, you took my blankey!" Red wailed. Tod sighed, "Belay that order; I guess our queen needs her blanky." Tod sighed, "Remember man: make cake, not war! Be off with ye!"
The sailor ran off and work began... the Intrepid would become... The COOKIE MONSTER(tm). Or something.
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Aug 29, 2008 23:28:22 GMT -5
Dusk laughed and pocketed the coin. "Good work Kyo." She winked at him. "You two are going to have to steer clear of my cabin from now on though. Maybe you can make room in your quarters Kyo, or find somewhere nice below decks aye?" She shooed them out before turning back to her desk. She opened a drawer, then a secret drawer inside of that and removed a dusty map from inside of it. Dust left an outline of it as she unfurled it. This was the map she had stolen from the school where she had taught in Asia. There were moving pieces, folding bits, rotating parts. A map to the world's end. She would use this to find the infamous Flying Dutchman. She sat there pondering which action to take now. What would she do when she found it? There was no reason for her to take the Captain's heart to live forever, that was taken care of. But, the mystery was intriguing. She shook her head, for now she had to wait and try and win back Echoe. Any pirate willing to hang brightly colored sails had no right to sail in her part of the sea.
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Post by Randomman on Aug 30, 2008 0:04:14 GMT -5
*The Cookie Monster sails onward through the fog baking cookies like no other. The crewhand takeing his usually one minute break stops to admire the thick fog. He smiles* Crewhand: Its beaufital in a sad like way. *The crewhand sees a lady standing in the thick fog* Crewhand: gah! wha what the hell! CAPTAIN KEYES! *Captain Keyes rushes over still dressed in a cooking apron.* Keyes: What is it lad? Crewhand: THERE THERE THERES A LADY IN THE WATER! Kyes: Eh? I see no one. *The crewhand looks out into the fog but no one is there.* Crewhand: Captain there was a lady out in the water! I i swear! Kyes: hahaha sure there was my boy! *Keyes slaps the crewhand on the back.* Keyes: Don’t worry lad im sure you find her once we reach land. Now come on! I know what will cheer you up! Some hard work! Crewhand: Im not going mad Captin!! TT *Keyes pushes the poor guy back to work. In the fog a sad but sweet melody plays onwards.*
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Aug 31, 2008 5:00:55 GMT -5
Meanwhile, the sweetest song of singing that the crew had ever heard drifted from the former cabin of Captain Keyes... hauntingly beautiful, the soft words lingered in the air, rising up as the waves broke gently against the ship.
More enchanting than a siren, more gentle than a mother's touch, it was enough to lull even the most frenzied berserker into the embrace of dreams.
Running her fingers through raven hair, Tod watched his eyelids grow heavy as she rocked him against her breast. As her words drew to a close, a smile curled at the corners of her mouth. Gazing down at his large blue-grey eyes, her lips soundlessly gave form to three more words.
The brightest smile she had ever seen stared back at her, eyes shinning with warmth as he drifted off.
Tod just watched him in silence, her eyes sad and smile bittersweet at the peaceful expression he wore as her fingers continued to comb through his hair. With a sigh, she squeezed his shoulders and tucked the covers (that is, the pilfered Midnight Hangman's flag) to his chin. Her gaze fixed upon the porthole and beyond, into the night. The troubling question held her mind still: how would Dusk react? She had gone far too far this time... they would both be in serious trouble, and the repercussions... could be terrible to behold. Red loved her so, and did not see the vicious pirate within.
As for herself, well, who could not see the terrible pirate captain Dusk was? Maybe it was a woman thing. Soon enough, they'd have to leave and return to her. Maybe if she grovelled enough... Dusk would spare Red. She wouldn't harm him, surely? Not for - it was not as if he had a choice. All she cared about was finding a cabin for him to sleep in anyway... the holds were no place for Red. Even being Dusk's favourite, the crew could still... prove troublesome. She exhaled a long, loud breath. There would be time to deal with this tomorrow. For now, she'd let Red sleep. What else could she do? They were on a ship of madmen...
Outside, the listening crew discovered tears in their eyes. Their queen truly had a beautiful voice.
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Post by Aramis Nemo on Aug 31, 2008 10:15:52 GMT -5
Giggling to himself, Aramis headed to his cabin, still finding the thought of Erik and Fabien in bed together amusing. Reaching inside his coat pocket, he rummaged around for his key, but found nothing. Bugger, wrong coat he thought to himself as he stood there.
'Excuse me, but how are we expected to rest when the door has been locked?' He looked up, confused by the somewhat high-pitched and annoying voice, and saw an angry looking Elizabeth standing next to him, and little James sleeping on the floor. 'Well? Are you going to let us in?'
'Ah, Mrs Brown. What are you doing here?' Cocking his head to one side, he looked at her, brow knit in confusion. Now where did I leave my coat? I know I had it yesterday... Oh that's right! I left it my cabin. On La Mouette Mélodique. Bugger 'Do have a hat pin by chance?'
'I'm standing here in my night clothes you idiot! Does it look like I have a hat pin!'
'No need to shout. A simple no would have been enough.' Sighing, he leant back against the wall and stroked his beard. Grinning suddenly, he launched himself against the door with all his might, only to end up bouncing it and the wall. Well that didn't work. Maybe I haven't been eating enough seagulls lately. Once the ship had stopped rocking back and forth, well back to the normal amount, he stopped to think once again.
'It looks like we might be stuck out here tonight Mrs Brown. I seem to have misplaced my key somewhere.' He let out a nervous chuckle, and looked back at the door. Wait, this isn't my cabin. 'Er, there seems to have been a mistake somewhere, this isn't my cabin. Whereabouts did the crew leave you?'
'By the door that my son is sleeping by! Urgh!' Elizabeth stormed over to where her son was sleeping. 'See! Here's the door that they left us by. And look, the door won't open.' She turned the handle to demonstrate this fact to him in frustration. 'So now then, what do you propose to do about this?'
'You know that you're turning the handle the wrong way. And you need to lift it just so to open it.' Aramis walked over to the door and demonstrated how to open it properly. 'Hehe, looks like I forgot to lock the door. Please, enter, make yourselves at home.' Standing to one side, and accidentally standing on little James' hand waking him up, he beckoned her inside. 'Please, try not to touch anything.'
Looking inside, she was greeted by the sight of chaos, piles of precariously stacked books and boxes, jars and, was that a stuffed lamb?!
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Aug 31, 2008 12:06:47 GMT -5
He was back aboard the Midnight Hangman, except... it was empty. And the flag was wrapped around him, like a toga. Which was as well really, because he wore nothing else. But that was okay; he felt perfectly comfortable in what he was wearing.
Norri was there, standing to one side, with that uppity scowl as usual. Something was odd... oh, that was it; he was in pink. A dress. With a lady's hat and a large, large feather. Maybe it came from an albatross. One certainly crowed in the distance, on top of the figurehead. Wait, albatrosses didn't crow.
Red shrugged it off; that wasn't important. Nor was the fact the crowsnest had a giant crow in and it was made of sticks and branches, and its young brayed out for food. Silly crow hatchlings. A giant fish jumped over the ship, shadowing it in it's great birth. It looked a bit like a swordfish and a whale, and the giant crow took a chunk out of it as it jumped past. Then it turned into a green scaled sea-serpent and swam off with a large hole within it. Oh well.
Glancing around, Red realised the mast was made of cake, and the cannons were actually cherries and strawberries and custard creams. How odd. Dusk was there too, absent mindedly steering the ship at the helm... except, the wheel didn't actually turn the ship, it just span around. She didn't seem to mind, so that was all right. She wasn't wearing anything either, except for a hat; she didn't seem to notice either. Well, he couldn't really make her out; she was surrounded by a veil of silver fog, as was the helm, so that was okay. But he could see her head and neck, so he knew it was her. Maybe that's why Norri was scowling; she must be cold like that.
Red tilted his head to one side, and fish jumped out and wriggled on the deck from the biscuit barrel that was beside the stairs leading down to the hold. Well, mother seemed busy, and he didn't want to disturb her, so he decided it was best to go to her cabin and fetch her something to wear. It must be cold in just the fog, even if he couldn't really see her clearly. She must be running a bath or something and had forgotten about it, because sure enough, as he descended the orange, mauve and pink speckled stairs with white lizard things glaring out of the woodwork at him, there was a large tub half sticking out of the wall between the cabin and the rest of the ship. It was half full and steaming; so much so that it was causing a thick blanket of fog to rise up and seep through the planking. No wonder mother was up on the helm; it was too hot, and she wanted a steam bath. It all made sense now.
Where was the rest of the crew? Red looked around, deciding that mother was perfectly well, and went to investigate her cabin. Maybe she had forgotten her charts, and that's why the ship wasn't turning? So he looked around for a map; there was one on the floor. All neatly laid out. Staring down at it, Red saw a lot of islands, and several red marks, all leading to an 'x', except the 'x' was next to a 'y' and both were in red. Next to it was a crude depiction of Tod in paints; there were two 'x's beside one another for her. But then the 'y' in red swapped with one of the 'x's. How strange. Red blinked; he felt something was wrong; the flag was pulling a bit, so he looked down...
He gaped, two large chalky mountains were forming on the map! And there was a banana floating off in the blue of sea on the map! That was odd; was the map alive? Shaking his head, he dipped his toe in the water and jumped back; it was cold! He paused, and dipped his finger into the water. Mmmm, rum. Except, it wasn't rum, it was something else. Cake-flavoured custard-cream juice. Odd. A kiwifruit with two strips of cloth around it's middle and bottom floated by two, and was promptly chased by a sharp-shaped stick-man screaming 'bite my fucking ear'.
Red decided it was probably best to leave the map alone, but thought that rolling it up might be a good idea, so he did. It fitted neatly into his pocket that just appeared at his waist. Well, in it went, just like dropping a tube into barrel. It bounced up again, and neatly slotted in, just to rise up again. Eventually, it seemed to heave, the top bending over and sagging. How odd; he hadn't creased it...
Looking around, he realised the cabin had turned white, pink and mauve with ribbons and lace, while the walls were silk. There were hats and two-ended noose ribbons lying around too. And a longer noose, with an admiral's collar beside it. What a strange place; mother must have redecorated.
Leaving the cabin, Red found himself face to face with a ugly child; with long, drooping hair that covered most of him, even his feet! Only his horribly long fingernails were uncovered, and his soot-covered nose! He was wearing a pink naval collar and dinner jacket, and just walked past him! Why, he wasn't even taller than hmm, maybe his mid-thigh? It was hard to say. He seemed to be drinking from a flagon filled with brandy-butter scones. What a strange little boy-girl thingy.
Deciding that Tod might know what was going on, Red continued his search into the hold. There was this strange sound emerging from deep within... it was beautiful, just like speaking... except, prettier. Like the sound of a gentle breeze brushing silver chimes and the gentle roll of the surf across the sand. As he drew closer, he realised, ah, that was it, singing. He paused; the light in here was different, almost, golden, a bit like the sun. Pausing, he took a hesitant step forwards, careful not to tread on the beautifully treated pine planking in all it's amber hue, squishy, like walking on set honey. After several more careful steps, he finally rounded the corner.
There she was; the most brilliant thing he had ever seen! It was like one of those paintings, of the Greeks by those Ren-a-sauce painters, but she was slim, not fat. Her ivory skin radiated with such light it didn't matter she had misplaced her clothes. Golden curls fell down her back, and - she stopped singing, and glared at him, her mouth drawing a line and creases furling at her brow. "Red, just what do you think you're doing poking me like that?" she demanded.
"Huh? I'm not pokin-"
He felt everything shift, it was very strange; the entire world rocked, readjusting as he felt himself losing balance and staggering. Oh no, the ship was capsizing! A violent storm must have sunk them! They were sinking! No wait, everything was still. Red regained his feet and stared at her; she had her hat back on now; that was much better. But where was her white shirt with the lacy collar? And her boots? They were discarded, to one side. "Where is your shirt?" He asked, and heard her gasp, except it didn't come from her, it was from outside the ship. "Red!" She stammered, except her voice was from outside the ship. He blinked; this was very strange. Glancing around, he could see no one else. "No one's here..."
Then he felt something warm and soft touch his lips; it was moist, like warm seaweed that had been half boiled, but again, it was from outside the ship. It tickled, and he squirmed. Something held hold of him firmly; he couldn't move. Panicking, he flailed his arms, and heard a sharp grunt from outside the ship again! Confused and scared, he couldn't even speak! He felt something pressing into his lips again, firmer than before. Then he saw Tod walk over to him, her sweet smile ever so sly, and point upwards.
Following her finger, he stared at the ceiling... and opened his eyes.
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Staring up at Tod, Red gazed up at her with adoring eyes. Her own were so blue, so perfect... she smiled back, almost sheepishly, "Yer lookin' a me..." "Oh..." Tilting his head to one side, he smiled, "there's your shirt." She blushed furiously, turning as crimson as his namesake, and realising where his eyes were, asked, "Aye? Ye loike what ye see?" "It suits you," He stated simply, staring back up at her, then paused, "why are my lips wet... they must have been dry in my sleep, I suppose." "A...Aye, tha't be ta case." For some reason he couldn't fathom, she turned an even brighter red than before, but since it was dark, it must be his imagination. The latern light did funny things, sometimes. Like that time he thought he saw Norri in a pink nightgown with tassels, but really it was just a shadow. Shrugging, he turned back to Tod, "So why aren't you sleeping?" he asked up from her lap, nestling down slightly against her thigh, "your leg's so warm and comfy though." "I-I-aye, thank ye, an' it dar' well shou'd." Regaining her composure and ruffling his hair, her eyes grew mysteriously, "Did ye kno' ye speak in yer sleep, Reddie-me-lad?" "I... oh. What did I say?" "Weoll, eh, ye wuldn't be interestoid." "No, tell! Please?" His eyes widened, "Com'on, please?" "O, ilrioght." She smiled, still mysterious, and leant down. Bare inches from his mouth, she whispered, "Ye relly wan'ta kno'?" "Yes!"
Her mouth met his, even before he'd thought to close it, and this time, she 'showed' him fully what Norri and Dusk were doing - with their mouths to one another, just as she'd done at the ball, only... this time, it lasted a lot, lot longer and unlike a few moments ago, no outside voice complained about being poked.
An unmeasurable amount of time later, a rather breathless Tod finally released an equally breathless Red, and the two lay in one another's arms gasping. It wasn't clear which one of them collapsed first; Red, who was arched back over Tod's thigh, or Tod, sprawled out over the bed. More time passed, before they decided to try again, and eventually, a couple of hours later, utterly worn out - and not a single word spoken - their tongues lolled like puppies, and Red finally curled up and dozed in her protective arms, while Tod smoothed his hair and stroked his back, lulling him back to sleep. Tod's thoughts continued, as she resumed gazing out the porthole.
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