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Post by Aramis Nemo on Sept 5, 2008 12:30:55 GMT -5
Meanwhile, onboard La Mouette Mélodique ...
Toby crept through the sleeping ship, heading towards the brig. He looked around nervously, just a little paranoid about anyone following him. There were just some things that he didn't want to share with the rest of the crew at the moment, such as the fact he was only actually half Dutch. It only took him a short time to reach the brig, it was only a small ship after. Stepping inside, his eyes lit up as he saw his beauty before him.
'Hello my dearest, sorry to have kept you waiting all alone in the dark.' Grinning, he stretched out his arms and headed into the dark...
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Anthony meanwhile was occupied with looking over the side of the ship, admiring the waves. Or, at least that's what he wanted the others to think. He may have been successful too if it hadn't been for the strange green tint to this face, and the continual sound of retching.
'Oh God, why have you forsaken me?' He raised his head to the heavens briefly, only to hang it over the side again as the ship rolled over a large wave.
'Don't worry me boy, ye'll get used to the way she moves.' Anthony looked up to see the old, dishevelled cello player from the ball earlier. 'Here, drink this.' The man thrust a small water skin into his open mouth, and poured making the poor guy cough and splutter.
'What was that?!' He violently pushed the man and water skin away. 'Are you trying to kill me?!' His high, squeaky voice, rather than making the other man back away, only provoked laughter.
'Hehehe, I do apologise boy. Not a eunuch by chance are ye?'
'Yes I am as a matter of fact! And it's not boy, it's Anthony!' He stood shaking, looking like he was about to cry.'
'I'm sorry bo... Anthony. Didn't mean to upset ye. Come, why don't ye come below and get some sleep?' Holding out a hand, he waited for Anthony to accept his offer...
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'This stuff grows on you after a while.' He sat in front of one of the barrels with slightly dented mug in hand, grumbling as he took yet another swig of the damnable monkey piss. 'Could be worse, could just have water to drink down here...'
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Post by Randomman on Sept 6, 2008 3:47:47 GMT -5
*Fluffy woke up hissing at the sound of a expulsion* Big Gun:What was that? *Big Gun gets out of bed with Fluffy fowling closely behind her.* Big Gun: odd. Randomman should have gotten back by now. I wonder if hes alright… *Big Gun spots her deep sea looking armor in the corner of the room* Big Gun:My armor! XD *She quickly starts putting it on before anyone (Bomber XD) tries to steal it again* Big Gun:Funny.I don’t remember putting these on. *Big Gun looks at her left and right arm. To see the machine gun and flam attachments.* Big Gun: Did Bomber do this?....She could have just asked me. Instead of just striping me out of my armor. *Fluffy looks at Big Gun with a concerned look* Fluffy:Hisss *Big Gun smiles and pats Fluffy on the head. She finishes chaining her cannon to her arm. and grabs her harpoon gun. * Big Gun: Stay here ok. *Big Gun puts on the deep sea looking like helmet.* Big Gun: I’ll be back in a minute.
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Sept 15, 2008 2:01:49 GMT -5
Nearly a day had gone by with their new passenger and Dusk leaned on the helm impatiently. Why did she always insist on standing so close to her? She thought, mentally glaring at Capri. She made her feel awkward like she was trying to take over her position as Captain. That would be her downfall, but Dusk was trying to be polite and needed her help. She sent a pout Norrington's direction and he sent a dry smile back at her, glancing at Capri from underneath his elaborately plumed hat. "Oi Capy, wanna take the helm for me tall, severe and tentacly?" (She was being polite? :s) Before Capri could answer she left her post with a wicked grin at Norrington and bounded away to her cabin looking rather like an ill behaved child. Norrington shot a nervous glance at Capri before follwing the captain in a slightly more dignified manner.
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Post by Randomman on Sept 15, 2008 16:28:26 GMT -5
Capri smiles: Might as well earn my stay. *She takes the helm* Carpri: …what a odd lot you have Captain Dusk Rose. Catboys,mortals and.. is that a walking suit of armor? *Big Gun pauses to stare at the odd sight before her* Big Gun: um Randomman yeah that’s right *She rushes off to find her odd companion* Capri: …mortals *Capri focuses her intention back to steering the ship. While a certain shark schemes in the shadows. Bent on using this newcomer for his own ambitions.*
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Echoe
that girl with the mop
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Post by Echoe on Sept 15, 2008 19:39:53 GMT -5
Half a day passes without much conflict. Or, anything happening, really. Although, the crew seemed to be missing at the moment...
Echoe searched the small deck for the vanished crew, seriously confused. She did find a pair of pants. And some shirts. And... some more pants... hanging on the railing of the ship. Even more confused than before, she looked over the side to see another pair of pants just floating on the surface, about three mop lengths away. "... Must be skinny dipping." She said, not confused anymore but not any happier with the thought of the whole crew running around naked. A shirtless Miyavi snuck up behind Echoe with a wicked look on his face. Suddenly he grabbed her around the middle and lifted her off the ground in a big hug, pinning her arms to her sides and giggling insanely. "Echoeeee!" Echoe turned a bit red and gritted her teeth. "Miyavi, you'd better be wearing clothes or I'm going to make you wish you'd never been born." "Huh? Do pants count?" "...yes. Now put me down or I'll kill you anyway." "Aww okaaaaay..." Miyavi reluctantly set Echoe down on her feet, still grinning crazy. Echoe brushed invisible germs from her-- oh wow these clothes are getting filthy...--from her personal space and gave him a cold look. She was about to say something really mean when she noticed a large lute leaning against the cabin wall. "...What's that?" Miyavi looked back at the lute. "Oh this old thing?" He said as he picked it up. "This is a really cool musical thing I found a couple days ago. It looks alot like one of our instruments back home." Echoe looked a bit skeptical as Miyavi started tapping the sides like a drum but was pleasantly surprised when he actually started playing.
How to love Hey someone tell me Though there should even be a manual for love My heart and my body pay no attention to each other, I end up acting only curt.
How to love Hey someone tell me I wonder if you need a lisense to even love after all. Even though I really just want you to know "I love you" For some reason I always just bluff
Aa what'll I do now, today I'm brilliantly running the wrong way again.
God, hey if you're there, tell me, the pure, correct way to love You see they didn't tell me in class, and it wasn't in any textbook.
And should I mail her, no I should probably call her, Though while I puzzle over it night dawns
Aa what'll I do now, Oh, today again I magnificantly kicked in my own goal.
God, do YOU know? the pure, correct way to love Saitoh-kun looks like he hasn't got a clue, and I can't just ask my mum now
Even though I like you, even though I love you, Even though I simply want to love you I wonder why, in front of you, I say the opposite words "Well, see you tomorrow"
Miyavi looked at a surprised Echoe with a grin. "Um...just a little something I wrote earlier...eheheh." He suddenly looked up at where the sun was in the sky. "Oh wow, we're gonna be late for the feast!" "Um, feast? Since when is ther enough food...?" Echoe said, a little suspicious as Miyavi rushed to the other side of the ship but she followed him anyway. When she came around the corner she was pleasantly surprised to see the entire crew dressed and waiting to eat the wide array of food spread out on a table that must have been hidden below deck somewhere. "Come, sit here at this end Echoe!" A seat was open next to Miyavi at the head of the table. She sat next to him, a little dazed by the amount of food that had appeared out of nowhere. As soon as she did, the crew began to dig in. Something strange caught her eye however. "...is that kiwi in the spaghetti?" "Yeah! It's a crazy good combination! Here you should try the broccoli and blackberry jam pudding!" "No, try the salmon cheesecake!" "And wash that down with orange milk!" "Oh, save room for the strawberry cake with ketchup, mustard and mayonnaise frosting~!" Echoe looked a little ill as Miyavi smiled at her, chopsticks holding a shrimp covered in nacho cheese for her to eat.
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Sept 15, 2008 23:17:08 GMT -5
When Dusk didn't reply, or even acknowledge his existence, Red's face fell. Half turning, he stared at the open seas and sighed, his head half hanging. Limply clutching the flag that served as his blankey, he looked like a dog who had been kicked. Or stamped on. Maybe both?
Tod didn't notice at first; she was still glaring daggers at Crapi. Had she been anything other than human, her gaze would likely have turned the self-acclaimed half-heathen deity to stone. As it was, Tod's hair almost spouted serpents; it seemed the very air almost hissed with her silent snarl of disgust. One could almost hear her teeth gnashing. Almost, since they were still. The grinding was from her boot against the plank. Then she turned and saw Red looking over the side of the ship, elbows on the rail and hands cupping his face. Instantly, the air of menace left her and her tone grew so gentle and tender she could have had been a different person. "Red sweetie?" She stared at him, suddenly not knowing how to deal with how glum he was. It seemed as if his very world had been crushed. A note of despair entered her voice when he did not reply, "Honey, what's wrong?"
He shook his head slightly, declining to answer.
"It was Dusk, wasn't it?" Tod clued in with a flash of insight, "She didn't notice you, did she?"
Red shook his head again, staring into the gently rolling waves.
"Oh sweetie, I'm sure she didn't mean to ignore you - she just didn't see you... You know how she gets..." Why was she making excuses for her captain? Shouldn't she be angry at her?
A shrug of his shoulders was all the reply he gave.
Staring at him, Tod found herself unsure of what to do. Gingerly, she reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I'm sure she-"
"She didn't even notice." Bitterness tinged his voice; both hurt and anger touching it, "we were gone all night, and she didn't even care. How could she have missed us? We were standing right in front of her in her stupid flag."
Tod felt her heart breaking; he sounded as if he wanted to cry but was too hurt to. He hadn't even so much as moved, let alone shook the 'stupid flag' off, or thrown it overboard. Was a tantrum forthcoming. She opened her mouth, "I..." and closed it again. Instead she simply squeezed his shoulder, "I'll... be over there. Give you some space."
Without bothering to look up, Red nodded.
Feeling as if she'd been kicked, Tod studied the planking. Releasing him, she reached over and squeezed his wrist gently. He didn't even seem to notice that she cared... why did it hurt so much to leave him? Why did she want him to tell her to stay? When did he start meaning so much to her - when did his opinion matter? He didn't reply...
With a heavy heart, Tod dejectedly made her way over to the prow of the ship and slumped down against the mast, staring at the figurehead. One knee in the air, and the other on the deck, she rested her hand on her boot and gripped her ankle, suddenly aware tears stung her eyes. Blinking them back, she did not even bother to curse, putting it down to the sea spray being carried by the wind. At least, that was the lie she told herself. She did not know how long she sat there, or how long the broad rim of her hat shadowed her from sight, but what might have been a minute, an hour or half a day later, she heard footsteps and the presence of someone beside her. She didn't look up.
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Meanwhile, Roger the Albino Rat vowed revenge as he floated on a piece of cookie barrel far from the ship on the open ocean. Carried by the waves, the white rat hissed and spat, his red eyes gleaming with an unholy hatred and frenzied fury rarely seen in one such as he. There would be a reckoning, and vengeance. Somewhere between the cannon-blast, the explosion and the cookies, he had gained awareness; sentience was his. No longer was he a mere, common rat with devilishly good looks and a coat of purest white to make snow blush and a stout to die for, he was now a genius rat with self-awareness. A mastermind! And he had a vendetta. There would be a reckoning, oh yes.
And when there was, vengeance would be his. The cookies would flow.
His beady red eyes shone.
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Sept 16, 2008 23:45:38 GMT -5
Erik smirked, aah tears. He could smell them for miles, he'd made a lot of nice finds this way and fed himself for months. He leaned down and set a hand on the crying girl's shoulder, the movement causing an excess of lace to slip from his sleeve. "Are you alright mademoiselle?"
Tod didn't react for a moment; she didn't even flinch, but she freeze up. Her eyes narrowed; something about... she recognised... her hands clenched slightly; the one resting on her knee ready to seize his wrist and the one holding her ankle - well, she might be able to draw her knife out of her boot fast enough, if she could turn...
"Mademoiselle?" He continued gently, softening his voice just above a whisper. "You will catch your death sitting out here with all of this water..." He didn't move his hand, simply crouched down beside her, giving her a sideways look from beneath his curles.
"You." Looking up from her broad rimmed hat, she fixed him with a flat stare, "What are you doing here?" It was not so much a question as a command. It was that fop from the ball. The one who had dared to look at her Red. ...Red... was he even hers at all? Without even realising, her hard stare melted, and her eyes lost their icy glint, quickly glancing away from him and blinking, pretending there was something in her eye.
"This ship was a great opportunity to get away from France, she loses her shine after enough years." From his accent it was obvious he didn't step away from it for that long at a time, if he had been away from it at all. "You seem troubled." He offered her an elaborately stitched handkerchief.
Tod ignored it, ungracefully pushing herself to her feet, "Yeah, so? What's it to you?" Her hands balled into fists, and she stuck her jaw, and chest out, assuming a defensive stance. She looked as if she might sock him one in the face - or put her knee to his crotch. Possibly both.
Erik smiled, looking up at her fondly. "It pains me to see a lady looking so sad, especially one so lovely as you." He stood up carefully and brushed off his coat. He tipped his hat to her and turned to leave.
"Back off; I know yer game. I don't need no comfort from the loikes of ye!" She spat as her speech lapsed, not caring, and suddenly blinking back more tears of fury, "I dun' no wot yer problem is, but I don't need it! I want none of it!" She turned around, storming to the figurehead and with nowhere else to go, spun around, "So just ye stay away from me, ye hear? I ain't no 'lady' for ye ta treat loike som' delicate petal!" Taking a deep breath, she prepared to hurl curses after him if he left, or spit at his eye if he came too close, but then she realised her hands were gripping the ship's railing. What had made her so... emotional? Just like a damned lady... she was better than this. She hated drama. She'd promised to herself she'd never break down like this, or become moonstruck over some doe-eyed boy - yet here she was. Curse all men, and curse this infernal body of hers! She bit back a flood of tears.
Erik stopped walking and stood there, watching her with seemingly gentle eyes. He didn't speak, simply lowered his hand from his hat and listened to her. "I am sorry. You are too strong to treat so poorly, I hope you will find it in your hear to forgive me."
"Yer all damn insane! Why are you even here?!" She glared, still ready to lunge and sock him one. "Yer that weird fop from ta ball - ye went afta my boy, an' now yer afta me?! Why shou' I trust 'e?!"
Strangely enough, the rest of the crew had quietly vacated the deck...
Red was nowhere to be seen either.
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Sept 17, 2008 2:11:20 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Red had decided what he was going to do. Heading below deck, he traced the familiar steps outside Dusk's cabin, and rapped once. He still wore the flag around his shoulders, but he seemed hesitant; almost as if he was about to give it back to her. Maybe he was. Quietly, he called, "Mother?"
...And waited for a reply.
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Sept 17, 2008 20:50:22 GMT -5
Erik smiled. "As I said, I needed a ship out of France." He dared approach her, standing with in arm's reach and looking down at her. "It's alright to feel weak once and a while..."
"Oh spare me yer honeyed words," Tod snapped, surprising herself with her venom, "All yer want is ta have me in yer bed, just loike every other bloody man! All yer care 'bout is satisfyin' yer ego an' lust! I know yer kind! All pretty words, an' then when ye have what ye want, ye discard ta girl, or keep 'er as yer pet! D'I really strike ye as ta bein' so stupid?!" Her voice was filled with more hurt than anger, as if there was someone else she had in mind - that she might have felt she was being unfair to, "Or yer bloody men are all so blind ye cannae see wha' in fron' ta yer face! Yer all so blood pathetic! If yer not momma's boys, yer bloody bastards, or yer weak, an' I hate it!"
Erik frowned, taking in what she said, but before she looked like she was finished with her outburst he grabbed her by her arms. With his strength she wouldn't be able to move. He leaned down and kissed her, his golden hair was tossed by the wind so that it intertwined with hers. His lips were warm from a not-so-distant kill.
Tod's knee-jerk reaction was just that. A jerk of her knee to his crotch. Struggling furiously, she gave him a look that would have sent most boys(read: Red) running sobbing to their mother, and perhaps made most grown men wet themselves. It was clear she wasn't just going to swoon and fall into his arms... but then, maybe that was the point?
Erik gave her a half smile, standing unmoved by her attack . He looked her straight in the eye with his predator eyes and then released her. "You're heart too cold, the one you give it to will freeze at its touch." He wrapped his cloak around him and straightened his hat before walking steadily toward the room that he and Fabien had taken over for the time being.
"If yer wan' my kiss, ye'll hafta earn it," She growled after him, "It ain't for ye, or anyone else to simply take. Ye hear me?"
Erik stopped for a moment and turned to her. "I have already taken it mademoiselle." He said in an irritatingly confident voice before he started to walk away again.
"Ye call that a kiss? Ye damn French fop, yer a fool. A kiss is on' ta's given from two, nay one." Watching his back, she grunted, "An' ye'll be payin' fo' takin' that without askin'." Muttering further, she shifted her boots and stared at the deck, "An' I'll be keelhaulin' ye boy when ye return. Leavin' me alone loike this ta be taken advantage of..."
Erik was all ears. He leaned on a nearby rope with his gloved hand and watched her. "Your boy does not seem as protective of you as you are of him." He pointed out, eyes shining a little maliciously from under that hair.
"An' yer a eunuch," She drew her dagger and started cleaning under her fingernail with it, "Ye try tha' stunt o yers again, an' ye'll regret it, ye fop." It sounded almost as if she was daring him.
"Oh...no I think I'll not. According to you I was doing it all wrong anyway." He smiled, still swinging casually as he leaned from the rope. "I can't steal a kiss." He said in a suffocating soft and understanding voice.
"Aye, at last ye be showin' some sense." Tod agreed, her eyes running up and down him. What was his game? She was not impressed in the slightest. Just another predator - and yet, his persistence... he had something Red lacked. His overconfidence was insufferable, yet there was a certain charm about it - wait, what was she thinking? Her eyes narrowed, "Wha' happen'd to tha' blonde of yers?"
He smirked. "It's a rather unfortunate story to tell you the truth..." He took off his hat melodramatically. "...she was such a lovely sweet thing, but when a band of renegade pirates attacked the ball we were attending she fled and was too afraid to speak to me again. Alas, she thought I was in league with them...but it doesn't seem they welcome me either...odd that."
"Aye,s o I just be yer next mark, eh? Ye think' I'm tha' easy? Jus' ta replacement for yer last, cowardly, quiverin' lass?"
"Hardly, I haven't seen you quiver a bit." He winked.
"Aye? Tha so? Why don't ye com o'vr 'ere, an' mayhaps, I'll be quiverin' for ye..." She invited, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
"Is that so? Are you sure it wouldn't be the other way around? You attacked me earlier...maybe I shouldn't trust you." Erik seemed to have his own set of logic that didn't quite match up with the rest of the world's...
"I be a woman, ye fop. O course ye shouldn't be trustin' me..." Her smile was anything but pleasant; if anything, she seemed suddenly too nice with her body language, too warm...
"It's too late for me mademoiselle, those fierce eyes of yours are hard not to trust..." He let his hand drop from the rope and approached her, leaning close. "...perhaps I will still get a chance to steal that kiss...?"
Most girls might have slapped him. Tod wasn't most girls. More accustomed to brawling, it was her fist - namely her knuckles - that crashed into his jaw, striking him full across the face. Despite this, she chose not to use the butt of her dagger, but rather used that hand to snatch his hat while her knee rammed up into his stomach and stamped down on his foot. That part might have been going a bit far, but surprisingly, she pulled the shots short; it would hurt, but not cause any damage. Grabbing him by the collar before he could topple - or rather, before any 'mere mortal' could topple -, she pressed the dagger to his throat, and leaned forwards until she was almost touching his lips and smiled sweetly, "Now, tha' be fer yer kissin' me earlier. Yer lips arr ta nev'r touch mine again without me askin' ye, or until ye 'ave my permission. Got it?" The smile bared her teeth and holding him for another long moment, her eyes steely as she smiled, she waited for his response.
Erik smiled, impressed despite the 'beating' he'd just recieved. "I beg your permission..."
Still smiling, she leant closer, over the edge of the blade, her breath warm against his lips. Just before they brushed, she slipped her boot against his heel and shoved sharply against his throat.
Standing over him, she spat beside him - rather than in his face as so many others might have done - and simply smiled sweetly, "Ye'll hafta earn it." With a smirk she added, "An' I'll be takin' this."
Without another word, she stepped over him, and strode off, her hips swinging more than usual as she headed below deck.
In her white shirt, black breeches, hat and boots, she cut a striking figure. The blowing wind tugging at her already loose shirt helped, and the fact the style of her breeches were snug only added to that. In her hand, Erik's hat flapped helplessly.
The crew, mistakenly believing it was safe to emerge due to the lack of shouting (either someone was dead, or they were kissing, but either way, the matter had been resolved - to their minds), did so - only to be confronted with a fearsome looking Tod, her long golden tresses whipping around her face.
They quickly made way for her, more scared of the small smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth than the fact she held a dagger in her hand.
(written with some evil pom)
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Sept 17, 2008 23:22:29 GMT -5
Cleaver mutters: Its was now or never. I've had it with this bloody curse! *Cleaver at long last having thought up his master plan. Dashes out of the shadows taking out his weapon of choice and holds it against Capris throat.* Cleaver grins: Bite my ear now women. Capri: Your in my way. Mortal. *Not even giveing Cleaver a moment to blink. Capri strangles Cleavers throat with her tentacles.
She watches his futile attempts to break free from her hold with disinterest. * Capri: I'm going to release you now mortal. If you ever try a stunt like this again. I will personally make sure you will suffer even after death. *Capri releases Cleaver. He coughs and staggers to the ground.* Cleaver: heh shit. I guess I'm stuck with this curse. *Cleaver walks away in defeat.*
Capri: What curse. mortal. *Cleaver turns around in rage.* Cleaver yelling: THIS ONE! *He waves his hands over his head to touch those accursed ears. But to Cleavers surprise he feels nothing but his hair.* Cleaver: The shit? *He checks his head again.* Cleaver: no bloody ears? *He looks behind himself* Cleaver: No fucking tail? *Cleaver grins* Cleaver: I guess i should thank you. Capri: Not needed. I simply undid the curse because I was bored. *Cleaver sets down a plate with a cleaver stabbed into a cake.* Cleaver: Thank you anyways. *Cleaver leaves the scene with a grin on his face. Capri stares at the cake.* Capri: mortals.. *She takes a bite of the cake. and turns her intention back to the ship.* Capri: and their drama.
(By Random man, who can't post at the moment - so I posted on his behalf.)
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Sept 19, 2008 1:08:59 GMT -5
Dusk opened the door, standing before Red with a sheet wrapped around herself. "Reddie....not now." She looked down at him sadly, she had been so distracted with their many unexpected guests and the pursuit of Echoe and her captors she had been ignoring him.
"...Here's your flag back." Red handed it to her and turned away, then turned back, almost in tears, "Some man's kissing Tod."
Dusk looked down at the flag in her hand with a frown. Damn. There goes her babysitter. And...well... she guessed Tod must have decided to drop her male-cover (not that she wasn't obvious already anyway)...
"I want to go home." Red said quietly, not looking at her. "So... ..."
"You're not allowed. You're part of the crew now." She said finally, and looked about ready to close the door.
"I left and you didn't even notice."
"I did, sometimes I actually have to pretend I'm the captain to keep the crew in order." (They're in order?) She looked bitter. "If I was more like him I could..." She closed the door.
"Fine." Red snapped, "I'm leaving now. Goodbye, 'mother'."
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Erik, rather pleased with how his pursuit was going, was smiling smugly. He picked up the ribbon that held his hair in place from the ground, it must have been knocked off during their 'struggle', and tied it back on with a slight smirk of his own. He looked at the way Tod had gone and considered.
Tod frowned; where had Red gone? She had had just about of this. More of the crew slipped by her, pressing their backs to the walls and sidestepping to avoid her. Did she really look ready to kill someone?
She stepped around the corner and looked around in puzzlement. Where could he be?
Then she saw Red's retreating back as he marched away; the flag left outside Dusk's door. For the first time, Tod paused; staring at him. From the set of his shoulders as he stormed away... oh hell, what had happened?
She was not putting up with this. Turning on her heel, she went back out on deck. This ship was a bloody madhouse.
Looking around on deck, Tod frowned; that bitch was still up here. No, she had something better in mind...
Rum!
Much to her surprise, and annoyance, Red had beaten her too it, and seemed to have already downed a flagon full. Staring at him, she marched up to him, knocked the flagon out of his hand and demanded, "What do you think you're doing?"
Of course, Red heard it as "What do ye think yer doin'?" and ignored the dangerous edge to her voice. "Leave me alone," he snapped, his eyes cold, "Go back to your man."
She slapped him. Hard.
That caught him by surprise.
"You brat," Tod hissed, "You ungrateful little - get up. And don't you dare touch another drop." Pulling him to his feet by his shirt, she shook him, "And you damn well go and apologise to Dusk. I don't know what you said to her, or she to you, but I'm tired of you acting like a spoilt, snivelling nobleman's son. You're not at home any more; this isn't your ship, and you're out of rations." Daring him to object with the usual 'you can't do that, you're not the bos- captain of me' she was ready to slap him again.
Erik laughed from the shadows of the hold. "Ah... so the tears flow to him. Your 'man'..."
Erik didn't finish, simply stood away from the shadows with a soft chuckle.
Pulling out her pistol, Tod pointed it him, never taking her eyes off Red as she held him by the shirt, "Another word and I'll end you." She snapped, ignoring Red's look of horror. "I'm sick of you pathetic men, and I've had enough. So tempt me; go on, nothing would please me more."
Red's eyes widened, "Who- who are you?" he whispered. "A woman; now shut up."
Erik closed his eyes and put a hand over the wound, but smiled none the less.
Reloading her pistol - one handed, no less - she pointed it at Erik again, this time at his chest, "Ye goin' ta tempt me again, lad?" Her tone was too soft; her eyes serious. "T-Tod... do-don't yo-you think this is - is going too far?" The look she gave him silenced him.
Erik looked her in the eyes, though his hair served as a barrier between their souls, and then he looked away with a sad smile. "I wouldn't want to tempt death...but would you honestly be able to pull the trigger?"
She pointed between his legs and shot the planking. The bullet imbedded itself rather than richoetting. "Yes." She answered coldly, reloading the pistol again. "You think you'd be my first kill?" Her smile was less than pleasant, "or the first man to try to force his kiss on me?" Red stared at her, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.
"I didn't force anything...it was what you wanted." He half smiled, looking her in the eyes again.
Shaking in rage, Tod let go of Red, shoving him over as she wheeled around to face Erik, her eyes furious. "What did you say?" Shouting wasn't her style, but at this point, she had almost lost it, so the 'what' was more of a yell than the soft words that followed.
He let his face straighten, his eyes fixing her with an intense stormy grey. "You wanted it."
"Not from you," She spat, and as Red began to back up, hissed, "Move another inch, and I'll make you wish you'd begged Dusk to lash you to the mast and give you your licks." She never took her eyes off Erik, "You think you know me? Who the hell do you think you are?"
Erik simply smiled that knowing smile a mother gives her child that struggles at tying his shoes.
She shot him. Scraping the inside of his thigh this time. Too low down to clip anything more than his leg, but a pointed warning. She reloaded the pistol again, and this time pointed it at his forehead. "Last chance."
He opened his eyes again, keeping that irritatingly confident expression. "You don't want me to die."
"Get out."
"Ah, so you do care." He laughed in feigned relief.
"Should I leave you to tend to your little brother then?"
"He's not my brother!" This time, Tod did yell, at full strength. Nearby, a latern fell down and crashed. "YOU FRENCH FOP! YOU'RE SO FULL OF YOURSELF! IT'S PATHETIC! ALL YOU DO IS PREY ON WEAK WILLED WOMEN WHEN THEY'RE VULNERABLE AND USE YOUR SWEET TALKIN' STUPID FRENCH STUPID ACCENT TO WOO THEM INTO YOUR ARMS! WELL IT WON'T WORK! NOW SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Poor Dusk definitely wouldn't get any 'sleep'.
Up on the top deck, the crew wondered if a cannon had gone off.
Erik's face didn't move. He watched her silently for a moment, that felt drawn out due to the tense atmosphere, before he smiled. "I have an accent?" He asked through his thick accent.
"You- BLOODY MEN!" Tod yelled, throwing her hands up in the air, "You're all insufferable! And you can't have your hat back, it's mine; I'm keeping it! Yes, you have a bloody accent; Red has a bloody accent; we all have bloody accents!"
"Oh..." He looked at her with a stupidly innocent expression.
"Not you as well - GET OUT. OUT!" She fired her pistol again, this time hitting a barrel of rum. The pressurised barrel subsequently exploded, drenching Erik and showering the other two with a spray of rum. Lucky for her, Tod still had unlimited rations. Somehow, her bullet had found a weak spot in the barrel.
"My coat! It will be ruined!" He threw his rum soaked coat off and began to ring it out in vain. If the rum were to ignite he'd be done for. "You've won this battle ma chere, but not the war." He winked at her before taking off to Norrington's former quarters.
"An' don't ye come back!" Tod yelled after him.
"Are the wars over yet?" Norri inquired, eyeing Dusk sleepily. "Mphm. They'd better be or I'm going to keelhaul the lot of them. Now come back here."
(Written with a smelly kiwi-lovin' tea drinker)
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Sept 19, 2008 1:59:44 GMT -5
“Tod…” Red asked quietly after several moments. She had been staring past the doorway in silence for what felt like ages… “What?” She snapped, unsure whether to bite his head off, break down and cry, or get drunk. Wishing she had someone she could talk to – not a bloody man –, she felt resentment build within her. Why did Dusk have to be busy now? Sure she had a lot to deal with, but… she was the captain. Wasn’t the captain meant to take care of her crew? Tod sighed inwardly; Dusk was probably as sick of it as she was. She needed some friends – some women friends; and not the sort that sat around sewing either. She glanced down; Red was terrified, stupid boy. Huddled up like that; did he really think she would hurt him? She had the world’s biggest headache coming on. (– or was it heartache?). She did not have the patience to deal with this, but if she didn’t… stupid, bloody men. They always made everything so difficult! Gah! Frustrating! If she were to assign one word – …she looked down at Red and sighed, “Come here.”
He stared at her, refusing to move for a moment. The sting of her slap still lingered; she hadn’t held back… had she?
“Red. Come here.” Inwardly sighing wearily, outwardly she spoke with firm gentleness. As he obeyed, as she knew he would, he moved hesitantly. Unless she met him half way, this would take too long. This was already taking too long. Bloody men and their stupidity. Crossing the gap between them in two strides, she hesitated, then tenderly slipped her arms around him and pulled him close. When he refused to look at her, she sighed aloud, and cajoled, “Hey, look at me.” This time, he blatantly refused. She almost screamed. Biting down on the urge to, she slipped her fingers around his jaw. He was trembling; was he really that scared? Wretched men – sighing, she tilted his chin up and held him firmly, “Red,” she began patiently, keeping her tone tender but level; she was not going to back up, “I’m not going to hurt you.” “You… you hit me.” “You deserved it.” There was no softness in her voice now. Damnit; he shied away – bloody !– “I didn’t hurt you, and I didn’t beat you to the floor.” “But…” “Don’t start.” He stared at the planking. “…Red,” Refraining from another sigh, she ran her fingers through his hair, “hey, look at me. I love you.” The words surprised her; how easily they came, so warm… “I –” “You hit me…” “And you deserved it.” This time, the frustration leaked through, “Listen to me; I slapped you because you hurt me. I don’t like you drinking –” “You drink –” “Just keep on interrupting me boy –” she growled, only to exhale through gritted teeth as he pulled back, “you – ungrateful – brat. I hold you, watch over you while you sleep; I sing to you, kiss you – and give you more hugs than you deserve, and what do you do? You run off on me and try to get drunk!” “Bu- ” “Shut up! I’m not done yet! I didn’t want that fop to kiss me – but carry on this way, and I just might.” She snapped, though there was no malice in her tone, “You little fool; I wanted you; I don’t mind you drinking with me, I don’t mind if you get so drunk you can’t stand – with me; I don’t want you getting drunk alone. You’re on a bloody pirate ship; who the hell is going to take care of you? Dusk? How much more do you think you can push her before she shuts you out entirely? She’s a bloody pirate –” “So are you…” “INTERUPT ME ONCE MORE, JUST ONCE – ” Tod took a deep breath, then reached forwards and pulled him close, his eyes unable to look anywhere else but her; “Now listen to me, Red, before I feel the urge to slap you again. Stop behaving like a spoilt brat; grow up and be a man. I don’t want some boy – oh, I’ll look after you, take care of you, but that will be it until you start taking responsibility for yourself and your actions. You want my kiss? You’re going to have to bloody well earn it. I’ve had it with your whining; you want to be innocent? Fine; you’ll stay innocent. You want me? You want to know what it’s like to know the touch of a woman?” She didn’t realise her eyes were glistening, or how forceful they were, “Then you’re going to damn well have to shape up. You’d better decide quickly what you want Red; I won’t wait around forever, and there are other men out there – leave it too long, and no matter how much you run crying, you won’t find me, and you’ll have wasted a shot at happiness in your life. Understand?”
Red said nothing, but after a moment nodded slowly.
“Good, now get out. I need some time alone.” Seating herself on a crate, she pulled her pistol out and started polishing it.
“Tod…?”
“What?”
“…I…. I’m sorry.”
She sighed, “I know.” Reaching over, she ruffled his hair, “I’m not angry with you; not truly. I just need some time.”
He nodded, stared at her, then turned and left.
She watched him leave, sighed, and returned to polishing her pistol. Getting drunk seemed like a wonderful idea right about now.
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Sept 19, 2008 3:54:06 GMT -5
Tod was left where Red had left her; perched on a crate, staring at the barrel at the near the door. Her entire personal arsenal was at hand; brace of pistols, sabre, brace of knives, dagger - the lot. She even had a ring with a sharp spike on it; a whore's ring that could be used to scratch an unwanted customer and rid him with poison. A momento; useful though. She sighed, and set her pistol down. How many times had she cleaned it, disassembled it and reassembled it? She could load it with her eyes closed; in her sleep. An empty flagon sat a few inches from her on another barrel.
Dusk, who had walked in silently, stopped about seven paces from her. She held her left arm with the hand of her right and looked down at Tod softly. "Tod?"
"Yeah?" Tod barely glanced up, as she rubbed her rag against her pistol. Her reflection shone back at her. She sighed and put it down. Rising to her feet, she said simply, "Captain."
"I noticed you seem to have dropped your male-disguise." She said, tilting her head a little so that her brown eyes caught the light strangely.
"Hard not to." She shrugged, "Wouldn't have lasted long anyway. Sooner or later..." Another shrug. "What may I do for you?"
Dusk stood silently for a moment, her eyes brushing over the bullet holes in the floor boards and the wrecked rum barrel distantly. "...You don't seem much your self of late." She put it lightly.
"Oh..." Was all she said, the pause before she spoke again seeming greater than the last. "I suppose you're here to lash me to the mask, or keelhaul me. I didn't expect you to come in private like this. Or are you going to flog me personally 'cause I'm a girl?" She met Dusk's eyes defiantly, then looked away; forcing back a sniff. She wasn't going to break down and cry, she promised herself. She wasn't Red; she didn't need someone's arms around her; she didn't want a mother... ...she didn't... ...she didn't need Dusk, or anyone else. She couldn't make herself believe the last. Suddenly, rum seemed like the best invention in the world.
"I don't mind that you took him." She said simply. "I've let myself be so consumed with rescuing Echoe and finding the Dutchman that I needed someone else to give him the attention he seems to need so much." She helped herself to some rum pointlessly.
Tod laughed bitterly, "That ex-commodore of yours will be screaming 'treason'; it's called 'desertion'. Surely he's in frenzy I took the flag." She sighed, and leaned back, resting against the hull, "You're... really not mad?"
Dusk laughed a little at the thought of Norrington's angry face. "-I'm- not mad."
She shrugged, "Then that's all that matters; you're the captain, after all." She sighed and studied her feet, "Why'd you let him on the ship?"
Dusk frowned, twirling her rum in the bottom of the flagon she'd gotten from who knows where. She seemed to be studying the way the light played on the ripples. "I didn't want to see him taken away."
"I wasn't talking about our resident commodore."
Dusk smiled a little too warmly. "I suppose... I didn't really want to let him go either."
"Oh." She sighed again, and picked up her empty flagon. Absently dipping it into an open barrel, she looked directly at her, then glanced away again, "Can I... ask you something?"
"I don't know, it will cost you." She joked, then felt rather bad at Tod's expression. "Sure."
"...Is it... worth it? I mean... why... why bother? Why go through it all? They'll... they'll only ever let you down anyway. They never live up to expectations, an' no matter how hard they try, they always fall short... ...and then, then they get bored of you and move onto someone else... you fall for them and then they break your heart, or they make you hate 'em, an' you can't stand 'em and..." She hung her head.
Dusk had moved on to drinking from a mug, but now she accidentally smashed it. Crushing through its solid build to easily. "It seems so pointless now but... " She would have cried but she'd run her tears dry. "...I really wish I had cherished him. I don't regret anything but that."
Tod pulled back, as if Dusk had struck her - and not the mug against the wall. "I... I'm sorry. I - I didn't mean to bring up old memories." Now she was the one that felt cornered and trapped, just as Red had only an hour before... "I... I'm sorry." she repeated, her words little more than a whisper.
It's alright. Dusk put on a smile. "It's not your fault, you're young." It sounded strange coming from her, seeing as as Dusk looked only barely Tod's age. "Is there anything I can do for you? It's no good to have a member of my crew in such a state."
"You tell me," Tod fixed her with an astute stare, "You sound as if you're in just as much a state as I am, if not more."
Dusk caught herself with her hand around Tod's neck, and pulled it back down. "It's not your place to make such a comment."
"How long have you been alone, surrounded by men?" She asked, staring directly into Dusk's eyes, and throwing caution to the wind.
"Almost as long as you've been alive." She gave her a hard look.
Still staring at her, Tod said quietly, "You know, you don't have to grab me, or hit me. I'm not your enemy, you know; an' I'm not a boy... you don't have to..." Swallowing, she felt herself growing irrational; bloody feelings; why did she want to cry? Silently Tod cursed with some very unsavoury, absolutely unrepeatable things, that would have turned Red's hair blue.
Tod sniffed; she was not going to cry. She wasn't Red; she wasn't some pathetic girl who shed tears at the slightest thing; she -
Dusk's face softened at Tod's expression. She'd come here to console her not make her troubles worse. She shook her head and messaged her temples with her fingertips looking rather like Norrington.
"I'm not Red," she hissed fiercely, "an' I'm not weak."
"I'm sorry, I didn't say you were." She looked Tod in the eye finally.
Tod hung her head, for once unsure of what to say; what to do. This woman in front of her had just smashed a mug, then grabbed her by the neck... she was a vicious pirate captain. What was she doing here? But... she was still a woman, wasn't she? Red called her 'mother', despite everything... Tod looked up at her and met her eyes, "I'm sorry; I don't want to be anyone's burden. I shouldn't have asked what I did. It won't happen again..." Despite her resolve, and the coldness she was trying to embrace so desperately, she still looked on the verge of breaking down in tears.
Dusk just looked at her silently with pity in her eyes. What could she say? She was so used to commanding men, supporting another woman seemed so strange.
"How'd you treat Red anyway? Give him a cold look, or hold him in your arms?" Tod asked, almost accusingly, "He's easy to love; like a puppy. He'll occasionally throw a tantrum and sulk for a bit, then come right back bounding to you." The bitterness in her words stung herself more than she realised.
Dusk smiled sadly, that irritating distant smile that so often crossed Erik's face, but she didn't mean it the same as him. She sighed. "Listen to yourself." She considered picking up the remains of the mug but chose to ignore them and walked passed it.
"I hate being a woman," Tod whispered, and grabbed her flagon and hit the rum barrel.
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Sept 20, 2008 2:10:01 GMT -5
On her way out from talking to Tod, Dusk passed Erik just out of earshot. "I wouldn't touch her if I were you." She threatened under her breath. "Oh? And what will you do...you're still but a fledgling." Dusk sent him a poisonous look before walking on. Erik grinned, strolling casually, defiantly, toward Tod to 'comfort' her. (out of Tod's earshot T.T)
Tod was still busy staring at her flagon of rum. Despite having taken a large sip, she hadn't chugged it. The words she snapped to Red wouldn't leave her; somehow, it didn't feel right doing the exact thing she had forbade him from.
Erik walked toward her, stopping just a few feet away. Now he was dressed in fine red velvet from head to toe. It hadn't taken him long to clean up after his rum incident, though he noted the scent still lingered unpleasantly on him. He ran his finger along the rum bottles in exactly the way Dusk had done, following trails of light that only they could see. He pretended to ignore Tod for a moment.
When Tod failed to take notice of him, he turned and snatched the flagon from Tod's hand. He toyed with it, holding it with only his finger and thumb like something disgusting. "Is rum really all they have on pirate ships? What about some good red wine...or even white for that matter."
Tod ignored him, and simply scooped another flagon full of rum from out the barrel. This time, she did take a mouthful, but didn't swallow it.
"It's rude to ignore when someone is talking to you." He dropped the flagon he'd taken on the floor and considered sitting, but any possible surface looked too filthy so he chose to stand, wondering aimlessly and looking down his nose at his surroundings. "How is your brother?"
"He's not my brother," Tod snarled through her mouthful of rum. Swishing it around in her mouth, she couldn't decide whether she wanted to swallow it, or spit in the French Fop's face. Part of her was feeling broken; would it really have cost Dusk so much... ...but then, Dusk was more of a man than a woman. And Red... ...feeling broken, hurt and unloved, part of her yearned to be held; to have someone's arms around her - anyone's arms... she didn't like that feeling. Better to force others away; she had opened up once already, and found Dusk's hand around her throat. She wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.
He turned and bent over in front of her. His curls looped loosely in front of his eyes and he looked at her with a mischievous expression. "I'm sorry, he seems so young and you are so protective I assumed..." "You know damn well he's not," She stared up at him, no longer in the mood for any games. "What do you want?"
He grinned now, reaching forward daringly and gently stroking her hair from her eyes. "You." "Then go ahead and take it." Her eyes were fiery, "but I'll kill you for it afterwards." "Oh..." He said softly. "Will you?" He had his arms around her now and pulled her closer to him and stole a kiss.
Under his kiss, she opened her lips, her mouth still filled with rum. The fire seemed to have gone out in her... or had it?
Erik, pleased with her apparent change of spirit, moved his kisses to her neck...
Instead of jerking back, Tod simply stayed still, then her hands moved towards her shirt, almost as if to say, "Let's get this over with."
Erik loosened her top around her neck, kissing her roughly before digging his fangs into her soft neck.
At the feel of teeth digging in, Tod's old self kicked in. And hard. With a spasm, her back arched as her body reacted. Her hand flailing, she reached for her pewter flagon and smashed it the back of Erik's head, hard enough to knock a grown man out, or dent his skull. The reaction was instinct; reflexes taking over. Her other hand reached up and seized his throat, squeezing to choke him.
Norrington looked up from the compass he'd been studying. Blood? Dusk, who had been walking up to him met his gaze. Tod!
Erik hardly flinched, he moved her hand from his throat easily. "What are you doing? You said take it.."
"You - you creep," she snarled, "you dirty, perverted, FRENCH CREEP! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING BITIN' ME LIKE THAT?!" Kicking him between the legs, she grabbed her knife and tried to press that to his throat, "I'll bloody brand ye with a hot iron, ye wretch!"
As her blood trickled down her neck, her eyes were as coals, burning into him. He'd ruined her white shirt. Did he have any idea how hard it was to get bloodstains out of it?
Erik laughed, standing back up after being knocked around by her a little, he took the knife so quickly it looked as though he were confiscating it from a child. He was still laughing. "Oh how dreadful..." He dabbed her bleeding neck with his handkerchief. "If it stains I will buy you another as soon as we make port..." "THAT'S NOT THE POINT! THIS WAS MY FAVOURITE SHIRT! HOW DARE YOU BITE ME?!" Tod all but screamed in his face, "AND GIVE ME BACK MY BLOODY KNIFE! NOW!"
Erik put on a bewildered face at her accusation but then snatched her knife out of reach. "Why would I do that? You haven't even once said please...and you hit me." He looked at her with melodramatically hurt eyes.
"IT'S MY KNIFE, YOU JERK! GIVE IT BACK! NOW!" "No, you haven't said please." He smiled in her face. "And it's not bloody your shirt is. As I said, I will replace it when we make port-"
Headbutting him in the nose, she snarled, "The hell do you think I am anyway? Some farmer's daughter you can mark with a whore-tag? You think you can mark me as your own with your kiss? So you bloody bit me?! Curse you, you wretch! You creep! You FRENCH FOP!"
"My nose! You insolent little- " He clutched his nose indignantly, his white gloves getting bloodied in the process. "What is this? Revenge?" He glared at her, then, seeing her in such a state, burst out laughing again.
"My knife. Now." Tod demanded flatly, holding out her hand and expecting him to hand it over, "I don't say 'please', you French Fop. I'm a bloody pirate, and you'll be a bloody wreck if you don't do as I say. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to mess with a girl?" She mockingly sneered, "Or that 'hell hath no wrath like a woman's fury'? BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T GIVE MY KNIFE BACK THIS INSTANT - I'll show you WHY THAT SAYING WAS INVENTED!"
"Oh..." He twirled the knife in his hand for a rather long moment before handing it back. "Now, I'll expect a thank you."
Tod leaned forwards, as if to kiss him, then spat the rum in his face. Glaring up defiantly at him, she pulled out a strip of cloth, reached into the rum barrel and dabbed the cloth to his nose. It would sting like a...
Erik batted her hand away like a fly. "Oh lovely, you're most welcome." He rolled his eyes before taking a wrist to his mouth and biting a slit in it.
"YOU CREEP! WHAT'S WITH ALL THE BITING AND BLOOD?! THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" Tod yelled in his face, lifting her knee to her chin, and then squarely placing her boot in his stomach to push him away from her. "French fetishes - the hell is wrong with you people?!"
Erik sighed. "Please, just hold still."
Erik pinned her with his free arm and brought his wrist to her neck, where his blood fell on her wound it healed over in an instant. He wiped away the excess blood with his stained handkerchief. "There, see. No problems."
In his grip, Tod struggled helplessly, her eyes wild at being trapped; as his blood touched hers, her eyes bulged, and she looked as if she was about to be sick... ...and then she realised the sting was gone. "What did you do?" she demanded in a fierce whisper, stunned, "What are you?!"
Let's see...what was it... 'that weird fop from ta ball' I believe it was." He answered with a hard to read smile, and tucked his handkerchief back into his vest pocket. He eyed her neck with a hint of longing before turning his eyes back to hers.
"Get away from me."
Erik bowed in a manner more suited to a ball in the Queen's presence before turning and walking away with a smile.
Drawing herself up into a ball, even before he left, Tod hugged her knees to her chest and trembled. Genuinely disturbed by what had happened, she felt more alone than ever before in her whole life. Who would believe such a thing had happened? Did she even believe it herself?
Dusk dropped the telescope she'd been using with a clatter and took off from the deck. Norrington picked it up and watched her leave with an understanding look.
Erik passed Dusk on the way to his 'borrowed' quarters. "You wretch." Dusk said, her voice was deeper than usual and had a sinister edge. She drew her cutlass and ran him through in one swift movement, sinking it into him until her face was right in front of his. "I know this won't kill you...but if I could..." She glared at Erik's smiling face and twisted her sword in his stomach before wrenching it out of him and running to Tod.
"Tod! Are you alright?!" One look told her she wasn't. Erik meanwhile slipped down into the chair in Norrington's quarters. His wound was closing slowly, the little he'd manage to feed on tonight wasn't nearly enough to make up for the week he'd been starving now.
Tod didn't respond for a moment, simply staring at her boots as she hugged herself. Somehow, her voice managed to work, though it sounded hollow and distant, "...Floating coffin... can't escape..." Snapping out of it, she stared up at Dusk and whispered, "Where... were you?"
Dusk frowned. What could she say? He was obviously over a hundred years older and more powerful than her she couldn't have stopped him. "I..." She didn't say anything, she just crossed over to her and drew her into her arms like a child.
Tod stiffened at her touch, then found herself weeping into her arms, her own gripping onto her captain as if her very life depended on it. "Why'd y-you le-let hi-him on th-the ship?" She sobbed, "Yo-you're th-the captain..."
"Shh you're alright..." She stroked Tod's hair, rocking her slightly. "It was just a dream, you'll be fine..."
"It was not a dream!" Tod hissed back fiercely, "see, my shirt has blood on it - the creep bit me!" She didn't let go of her though.
Dusk just held her quietly, subtly examining her to make sure she was alright. She was glad that Tod had survived and sighed inwardly. "I'm sorry..."
"He tried to rape me... He'll keep trying... I hit him... it did nothing. The bastard bit me and ruined my shirt!" She seemed more outraged about her shirt than anything else. "That damn French fop! My favourite shirt!"
Dusk smiled awkwardly, she wasn't even entirely sure if that shirt had been formerly hers. "Er...Tod...you know, I have plenty I can spare.."
"...Thanks," Smiling up at her, Tod dashed her tears with one hand angrily, "I hate this. Stupid body. What's his problem anyway? What kind of creep has such an obsession with biting and drawing blood?"
"......sounds french..."
"You know," Tod had a flash of inspiration, "I'm going to tell Norri about this. He hates the French, doesn't he?"
Dusk forced a laugh. "Yes...but, I think because of that he probably knows about their whole...fetish..thing..."
"Not that anyone'd believe me anyway," Tod looked away, "Who'd believe the Fop bit himself and pressed it to where he bit me... and it just... disappeared."
"That does sound a little over the top..." Dusk said, still stroking Tod's hair comfortingly.
"Yeah see, you don't believe me... no one else will either." Tod sighed and leaned into her, her arms still around Dusk's waist. "I... I'm sorry for earlier... why... why couldn't you have done this then... been like this... am I... really... so hard to..." she didn't finish the last word, but closed her eyes and sighed.
Dusk stroked her hair down to her neck....before moving her hand away quickly. The smell of warm blood so close was making her uneasy, she hadn't fed in so long... "I...I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you before...I was upset and I didn't want to fight..."
"You know I'd do anything for you, don't you?" Tod whispered without looking at her, "You're my captain... you're the closest thing I got to family. You, Norri... Red..."
Dusk held her tightly, rubbing her back now, comfortingly... her head rested on Tod's slender shoulder... the smell of her blood was so thick on her shirt. Dusk was growing dizzy.
Hugging her tightly, Tod didn't seem to notice her discomfort, but simply relaxed in her embrace. Since Erik had pulled her shirt loose, her pale neck was exposed; the warm flesh against Dusk's head. Tod didn't seem to mind being so vulnerable in front of her, simply content to be held - the closest thing she had to being loved.
(Written with a captain torn between biting and revealing the darkness that grips the ship and maintaining the charade a while longer... ...to find out what happens, tune in next post for more Erik!)
--- (And the real post: "He tried to rape me... He'll keep trying... I hit him... it did nothing. The bastard bit me and ruined my shirt!" She seemed more outraged about her shirt than anything else. "That damn French fop! My favourite shirt!" Dusk: tch come on,you know you liked it Tod: fucker's goin' pay fer mah laundry bill, beeetch)
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Post by Randomman on Sept 20, 2008 2:47:13 GMT -5
Red had spent his time wandering the lower decks of the Hangman. Eventually, after about fifteen minutes, he went up to the helm. In need of fresh air, he wasn't prepared to climb to the crowsnest, as tempting as it was, so hanging around near the ship's wheel would do.
And then he saw Capri... Red: "Who're you?" *Capri looks at Red* Capri: I am death Red: "Oh." *tilts head* "So death is a woman?" Capri:...yes Red: "But isn't uh... well, I thought babies came from... and wouldn't that mean 'life' is a woman?" *looks confused* "so life and death are women?" Capri: yes Red: "Um... that doesn't make much sense. Where do men come into this?" Capri: men come from women. Red: "Oh no, that's just silly. Men come from boy-babies." Capri: Boy-babies? Red: "Yes, you have boy-babies and girl-babies. Girls turn into women; boys turn into men. Surely you were a little girl who grew up from a girl-baby once?" Capri:..I wouldent know. I was born from the sea. Red totally innocent & serious: "How's that work? Like a stork carrying a baby to it's mother? Were you found in a giant seashell?" Capri: no. no stork or seashell. I was just born. that is all. Red: "Oh. So... who was your mother and father then?" *stares curiously* "And brothers or sisters?" Red: "Friends?" Capri: My mother is the sea goddess Calypso. My father was the former captain of the Flying Dutchman. *she pauses* Capri: I have no brothers or sisters. and I do not need friends. Red: "Doesn't that get awfully lonely? And... sea goddess? She's a myth, surely?" *Capri looks at Red* Capri: My mother is not a myth. *she turns her attention back to the ship* Capri: I'm never alone. *She smiles* Capri: mother and father are always with me. Red: "That must be nice." *sighs wistfully* "I don't know what that must be like; never being lonely." Capri:..indeed Red: "How come you never asked my name?" Capri: I try not to get attached to mortals..It makes my job easier that way. Red: "What's your job?" *looks at her oddly* Capri: I ferry the souls of the dead to the afterlife. Red: "Oh. But... what about people who don't believe in you, or... isn't that something you like to talk about? At home, there was a priest and he said something else. When I was in china, there were also other priests there who said something different... must be difficult to keep track of who's who, I guess." Red: "Wouldn't want to take the wrong person to the wrong place." Capri:..they all end in the same destination when i take them. *she pauses* Capri: I cannot say what happens to their souls after that. Red: "Oh. That sounds scary. Um... will you uh... when I die..." *looks away and then back at her* "Will you hold my hand?" *Capri looks off into the distance* Capri: yes Red: "Thank you" *smiles* "So... am I being a bother to you, or... d'you mind if we talk some more?" Capri: I dont mind.Do as you like. Red: "Really? That's really nice of you. I'm hungry; you want anything to eat? I think there's cake." Capri: ...I cannot leave my post. Red: "I'll bring you something. I don't want to be downstairs anyway; it's nice to be up in the fresh air." Capri: Yes it is nice. Red: "Say, is it true that giant squids exist? Like the really, really big ones? Kraken?" Red: "'Cause being death, surely you know all about the creatures of this world, right?" Capri smiles: Yes the Kraken's spawn. Their not as big as my fathers pet... *She blushes* Capri:..but there still cute. Red: "Oh. You keep them as pets? Hey, will you show me sometime? I've always wanted to see one, but they sound scary..." Capri: mother won’t let me keep them. She thinks they might distract from my work.. Red: "Oh. That's no fun. Everyone should have a pet, surely? Even if it is... odd" Capri smiles: yes. *She looks at Red* Capri: ...is it that odd? Red: "It's a little big, you see... and I hear they like to eat ships and sailors who are mean, so... you need to be careful, or they might eat you for being mean, and that can be troublesome." Capri: Is that so.. Red: "Well, don't they? Or is it any sailor? I was always told it was only the mean ones that got eaten..." Capri: I have never seen a Kraken spawn eating a sailor before. But I guess it's possible..My fathers pet was much moor aggressive than its spawn. Red: "Oh. Well, you wouldn't let one eat me, would you? I don't think I'd make a very good meal; I might give it indigestion." Capri smiles: No. I won’t let them eat you. Red: *hugs her on impulse* "Thank you." *smiles* *Capri blinks in surprise. Not knowing what to think of Reds hug* Capri:..your welcome Red: "You're so nice to me." *sigh* "I never expected death to be someone like you." Capri: Is that so..what whould you expect death to act like? Red: "Well. I never saw death as a person. Just... something that happened; cold and dark, you know? Not someone I could talk to." Capri: I see.. *she waches the waves go back and forth* Red: *not noticing* Say, what happened before you were born? Capri: My father was the Dutchman before me. I do not know the name of the Dutchman before my father’s time. Red: "Oh. Okay. So... being death, are you all knowing or something?" Capri: no. I am merely a guide to the dearly departed. Capri: When this world does not need me. I will disappear. Red: "So you'll die too?" Capri: yes. Red: "Who'll guide your soul? Or do you know the way so well it won't matter?" Capri: I do not know what will happen when I will die. Someone might take my place or death will just simply die. Red: "That can't be fun." Capri: yes..I suppose so.. Red: "We could talk about something else... like, what do you do for fun?" Capri: I like searching for the Flying Dutchman. Red: "Why? If you don't mind me asking..." Capri: Because I whould like to sail to the afterlife like my father did before me. Red: "You can do that? Say, won't you need a crew? Capri:..I suppose so. Red: "Well, if you like, maybe rather than take my soul to wherever, you could hang onto it - me - for a bit. It sounds like fun to sail with you; I mean, I like you 'n all, so... y'know, if you'd like... if you need a crew..." *Capri pauses for a moment* Capri: sure. I dont mind. Red: "But not forever, 'cause that'd get borin', but for a while... " *shrug, smile, extends hand* "if we can be friends?" Capri:...friends. *Death shakes hands with Red* Red: "Would you like some cake now?" *looks at her* "It'll only be a moment." Capri:..ok Red *smile* "Be right back!" *Exit stage left* *Capri smiles* Capri: There not so bad.. mother *The waves become more violent like in nature*
(Thanks for making Red charm Capri into a deal C-Sama! XD)
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