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Post by Randomman on Sept 20, 2008 17:43:34 GMT -5
*Cleaver still grinning walks back to his room in a happy shark like pace* Cleaver: I I never felt so happy in my life. *He starts skipping* Cleaver: I THINK I FEEL A SONG COMING ON! *Some under the sea like music comes on in the background out of nowhere* Cleaver: I WANNA BE WHERE MY VICTIMS ARE I WANNA HEAR, WANNA HEAR 'EM SCREAMING STUMBLING AROUND ON THE STUMPS THAT ONCE WERE THEIR LEGS GNASHING YOUR TEETH YOU DON'T GET TOO FAR SWORDS ARE REQUIRED FOR CHOPPING, MAIMING SWINGING 'EM ROUND TO SLICE OFF YOUR ENEMIES' HEAAAADS *Big Gun (who was at the scene of the crime) was never so scared in her life.swore to ignore the terrifying song and just keep looking for Randomman.*
(WARING DO NOT GIVE THE SHARK A MICROPHONE)
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Sept 21, 2008 2:53:58 GMT -5
"Captain..." Tod whispered, her head still pressed against her, as she clung to Dusk, "I... I've a request." : "What is it?" Dusk asked softly.
"I... I know you and... you and Norri want your own cabin... but... but..."
Dusk sighed a little, stroking her hair again. "but?"
"...But... that fop won't dare cross you... so... could I have a corner? I don't want to ask, but I... I..." She trembled.
Dusk held her more tightly, the instinct to protect her mingled with the instinct to... her blood smelled so sweet and her neck was so close. Dusk felt herself squeezing too tightly and made herself loosen her grip a little. "I suppose...if you would feel safer..."
"...In your arms," Tod blushed crimson, "I sound like Red... but... I feel safe here, with you." She pulled back and looked straight into Dusk's eyes, "I meant it, you know..." "...I'll do anything for you." She hung her head, "Anything..."
"Tod I...." Dusk's heart was pounding, the scent of Tod's blood was so thick in the room she thought she'd choke. "There is something about us...I have to tell you..."
"Oh no... you're French, aren't you?" Tod stared at her, "I... I... oh hell..."
"What?" Dusk looked bewildered.
Cringing, she whispered, "To think I'd end up as a 'cabin boy' to a Frenchie..."
"What on earth are you talking about Tod?" Dusk sighed. "Do I even sound french?"
"...Well, no... but... you said there was something you had to tell me about you..." She studied the planking sheepishly, "So that means it's some deep, dark secret right? Since you can't secretly be a man, that can only leave being French... I mean, what's more terrible than that? Well, other than maybe being in love with a krakan, but..."
"Oh..." Dusk said seriously, only to laugh softly. "No...that's not...it doesn't matter."
"Seriously..." Tod looked back at her, and met her eyes, "...I'll keep your secret. If you want to tell me... ..." She swallowed, "whatever it is you ask of me... cabin girl or otherwise. I'd... I'd rather... ...be yours... ...than his."
Dusk closed her eyes, breathing in her scent and blushing a little. "We're...me and Norrington...and that fop from the ball...-no we're not all French- we're...different."
"Oh..." She tilted her head, "You mean... like Red... blue-blooded. You're nobles, right?"
"Not quite..." Dusk paused a little. "I'm sure that fop is" She mumbled. "But we're well... we're monsters." She smiled sheepishly.
"I know yer pirates..." Tod tilted her head, "That doesn't matter ta me; yer mah captain, all be it vicious tha' ye arr." "I'm sure ye've run through hordes in yer time, and keelhauled even more."
"That's true." Dusk grinned. "However...that's not what I meant..." She held Tod close, nuzzling her neck... "...we're....vampires..."
"Ack!" Tod flinched, "Wha' yer bit-" Struggling, she squirmed, but didn't flail as she had done with Erik, "Tha' no be funny-"
"Tod... I'm starving..."
"So eat!" Tod protested, still squirming, "Wha' is with ye people? Is taday 'bite Tod day'?"
"I guess so...." Dusk said distantly. "You know... normal food does nothing for me..."
Reaching around, Tod put her arms around Dusk's neck and clung to her tightly. Pressing her cheek against hers, she felt tears stream down her eyes as her blood trickled down her neck. She was beginning to feel faint, and part of her... had the strangest feeling, but it was her captain... She squeezed her eyes shut and fell silent.
Dusk forced herself away from Tod, pushing her back a little roughly. What was she doing? "Tod, Tod I'm sorry!"
While blood dripped down her neck, Tod simply turned her head to one side and exposed her neck to Dusk wordlessly. There was no hostility; just submission.
Dusk looked sadly down at her, then slit her wrist and closed her wound as Erik had done. "I should go... if you want to stay with me and James you can but... be careful around us too."
"Don't leave me..." Reaching out, she grabbed Dusk's hand tightly, "Please... ...please..." She whispered, staring at the deck.
Dusk brought her up into her arms like a bride and cradled her a moment. She made her look as light as a child. Then, she headed to her cabin, still carrying Tod.
"So..." Tod managed a feeble smile, her words equally as weak, "I be yer cabin lass now?"
"No, you don't belong to anyone." She stroked her cheek before sitting her down on her own bed. Norrington was no where in sight and she sighed.
"Ye sure?" Tod stared up at her, and smiled as she stroked her cheek, "Ye actin' awful protective of me..." Her smile warmed, both bittersweet and sad, "it's... nice."
"Rest." Dusk said. Her face had a bit more color now and she looked much more gentle. She stood up and adjusted her coat. "I'm going to go find Norri." She said, her tone back to usual, though slightly less distant. "I'll be back soon to check on you."
"Yes mother," Tod answered meekly, her cheeky smile more peaceful and relaxed than Dusk had seen her in... a long, long time. "Captain...?"
"Hm?"
"Red... make sure... he's so - he'll get himself into trouble..." She sighed, "And... thank you." Reaching out, she caught her hand and squeezed it tightly, though less tight than it might have been had she not just lost at least a pint of her blood.
Dusk smiled sadly. "I will Tod." She slipped her hand from Tod's and left the room.
To herself, Tod murmured, "Hell, I hope that bloody commodore doesn't do this... I don't know where his mouth has been... I don't want to think about it... urgh."
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Post by Randomman on Sept 21, 2008 15:48:07 GMT -5
*Cleaver. The happiest singing shark you’ve ever seen. Sang his way around the entire ship ten times.* Cleaver: heh well that was fun. *The shark starts heading back to his cabin.* Cleaver: I should do this this a lot more often MEOW! *Cleaver freezes* Cleaver: heh for I second there I thought I heard a MEOOOOOOW! *Cleaver looks at his hands.There changing into cat paws* Cleaver: aw bloody hell! The bitch did it all wrong! TT *Big Gun walks into the area.* Big Gun: Funny. I thought I heard a cat meowing around.. *Big Gun freezes at the sight of a blond colored cat.* Big Gun: …..cute Cleaver: Ah it’s just you Big Gun! For a second I thought it was someone I should be worried about heheh. *Big Gun blushes at the very talkative blond cat* Big Gun: so cute. Cleaver: aw fuck no! She can't understand me! TT *Cleaver runs away.* Big Gun: Wait Mr. Meowzers! Don’t run away! *Big Gun chases after the poor blond cat* Cleaver: Women! I’m not a fucking cat! And my names is sooo not Mr. bloody Meowzers! TT Big Gun: Wait Mr. Meowzers! You might hurt yourself! Cleaver: Why meeeeeeeee! TT (It’s race! It’s a race! )
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Sept 22, 2008 0:47:05 GMT -5
Kicking off her boots and breeches, Tod yawned and stretched. She could not escape the scent of blood; it stained her shirt, and while part of her wanted nothing more than to rip it off, she felt the need to curl up in it more. More sleepy than anything else, the soft touch of the linen sheets were wonderful. Had she been more of a girl, she might have squeed in delight, but she wasn’t. Blissfully unconcerned with the fact anyone could walk through the door, her long, slender legs sprawled as she toyed with the covers with her toes.
Running her hand through her golden tresses, she stared at her bared arm. She was more pale than she realised. Probably to do with spending too much time below decks, and always keeping covered; why, in a dress, she might even pass for a real girl. That made her chuckle.
Reflecting over the past couple of hours, things seemed to spiral out of control, and at the thought of the French Fop, chills ran down her spine… …but then she thought of Dusk. She had never imagined vampires existed… or she was with one – no, three, on board. Were there more? It didn’t matter; she felt safe here. If being bitten was the cost of this security… …then it was a cost she would gladly pay.
Did Red know? Foolish question; he’d have run screaming… …no, that wasn’t right; he’d have run straight back into Dusk’s arms. It wouldn’t matter to him whether she was human, vampire or any other manner of beast; he loved her.
She sighed. To be loved that way… so unconditionally… what must it be like? Yet, she had given him an ultimatum. Would he ever love her the way she yearned for? Maybe… she should find another; a man prepared to be a man. But then, she acknowledged bitterly, around here, Dusk was more manly than anyone else – even surpassing that whiny commodore of hers. This truly was a madhouse, but somehow… it was home.
Part of her wondered what people would think if they wandered in here... clad in nothing but a thin shirt and her smallclothes, what would they say to see the 'dread pirate Tod' this way? What would Red say? Would he even care - or notice? She shook her head. Why couldn't she sleep? Maybe she was scared of the dreams she might have... no, it would be all right; it had to be. Besides, her pistol was by the pillow, and her knife by her side. No one could sneak up on her... ...and yet the Fop had disarmed her so easily. She shivered. Dusk would protect her... she had to... ...right? She would find a way to rid herself of this Fop, or at least even the odds. As dreams took her, her last waking thought was of a certain French nobleman, and his hat...
...in nothing more than pink lingerie.
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Post by Randomman on Sept 22, 2008 2:44:42 GMT -5
*Cleaver breathed heavily* Cleaver: finally gave that iron clad bitch the slip.. *Cleaver pops his head out of an empty barrel* Cleaver: safe for now at least. *the blond cat jumps out of the barrel* Cleaver: I need get back my weapon…and my clothes. *He starts running* Cleaver: who knows when I will transform back. And without a weapon! Or clothes…but still I want my precious babies back!!!! TT *Cleaver jumps nearly twelve feet in the air at the sound at a “kyyya!”* Cleaver: the hell was that? Emma: A cat! I wonder if mistress Bomber would let me keep you? Cleaver: oh hell no! I cant allow Bomber to see me like this! Emma: Gotcha! Mr. Kitty! *Emma scopes Cleaver off of the ground into her arms.* Cleaver: gah! Woman let me down this bloody instant! And I’m not a fucking cat! Or your Mr. shitty Kitty!! I AM A MAN!!!! LET ME GO NOW! OR THERE WON’T EVEN BE A BLOODY CORPSE ONCE I’M DONE WITH YOU!!!!! GAHHHHH!!!!!! *Emma and the hyper talkative cat reach Bombers cabin* Emma: Here we are Mr. Kitty. Cleaver: STOP CALLING ME THAT! *Emma opens the door.* Emma: I’m back Mistress! Bomber: Welcome back…the shit is that scrawny thing? Cleaver: SCRAWNY??? Emma: Mistress! Be nice! It’s just a poor lost kitty! Bomber: Yeah yeah and a scrawny one at that. Cleaver: OH! YOU'RE ALL DEAD!!!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME WOMAN DEAD!!!!!! *Bomber sips her tea as she watches Cleaver struggle to free from Emmas arms.* Bomber: wow. Look at the little thing go. Emma: Mistress!! You're scaring poor Mr. Kitty! TT Bomber: Fufufu I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Don’t cry love you can keep it. Emma: tha thank you Mistress! TT Bomber: Come on now! Enough with the tears already!...The runt can stay with us for the night. Cleaver: WHAT! Emma: Ok! *Emma and a reluctant Cleaver join Bomber in the bed.* Cleaver: …. *Emma and Bomber are sound asleep.* Cleaver: This is just asking for disaster TT
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Sept 22, 2008 2:54:23 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Roger the Self-Proclaimed Super Genius Albino Rat was plotting...
Hissing to himself in ire, he sat aboard a floating plank. His plans had suffered a setback, and there would be vengeance, oh yes indeed; vengeance most dire. A shark was stalking him; already it had crushed a third of his newly formed mutant army. The barnacles were reduced to three in number, and the cross-breeding with the woodlouse was not going quite as well as he had intended. Still, he would succeed, he was sure. Unfortunately, the delay had meant his limpet project would have to wait; there would be no sandsea attack suckers until the shark had been dealt with. Still, the super genius mused, if he could tame the shark everything would go a lot faster...
...With that thought in mind, Roger ordered his barnacle forces to throw themselves overboard and latch onto the shark. There would be only one master of the seas on this patch of waves!
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Post by Randomman on Sept 22, 2008 16:54:47 GMT -5
Cleaver chants: Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even breathe. *Cleaver had transformed back into his cat/human form. If he made any attempt to move. Emma (on his left) and Bomber (on his right) would surely never let him live this down.* Cleaver sighs: I have to get out of here and get back to my babies…and the clothes to. *Emma giggles in her sleep. She snuggles up against Cleavers tail. * Emma: Mr. Kitty. You're tail is so warm and fluffy. Cleaver chants: Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even breathe. *Bomber starts nibbling on Cleaver ear.* Cleaver chants faster: Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even breathe. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even breathe. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even breathe. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even breathe. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even breathe. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even breathe. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even breathe. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even breathe. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even breathe. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even breathe. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even breathe. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even breathe. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even breathe. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t even breathe. *Bomber stops tormenting Cleaver poor ear. And brings his head close against her chest.* Bomber muttering her sleep: Stupid scrawny thing. Why are you so cuddleable? *Cleaver sweat drops* Cleaver muttering: I swear by the stars! I will have veng..MEOW! *Cleaver clasps hands to his mouth.* Cleaver muttering: stupid woman! Stop pulling my tail so hard! *Emma rubs her eyes sleepily * Emma: I’m sorry Mr. Kitty! *She kisses Cleaver on the head.* Emma: It won’t happen again. *Emma falls back to sleep and starts pulling on Cleavers tail once moor.* *Cleaver bites his lip* Cleaver: My god why do you torment me so? TT
(FOR THE LOLZ MWHAHAHAHA!!!!)
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Echoe
that girl with the mop
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Post by Echoe on Sept 23, 2008 1:34:47 GMT -5
After politely accepting and consuming the atrocious food that Miyavi and the crew offered, Echoe quietly excused herself and gracefully hurried to the opposite side of the ship where she delicately leaned over the railing and entheusiastically expelled the unholy contents of her stomach into the ocean. "Aww, poor thing, you have an eating disorder?" Echoe froze as Miyavi patted her on the back gently. "Now I know how you stay so thin... But y'know if you eat right, you'll never get--" Echoe spun around, slapping his arm away roughly. "I do NOT have some stupid eating disorder! The only disorder on this ship is your fat ego and whoever cooked that vile food!" Miyavi laughed nervously. "Please, Saro worked really hard on that meal. Don't tell him it was bad." He smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling her out to the center of the deck before she could react and spun her around into his arms. While she glared ahead at the Hangman in the distance, he leaned down and spoke into her ear. "Y'know, you would look just like a princess in just the right dress... I happen to have one in my cabin if you'd like to try it on." "I hate dresses." Echoe spat and pulled away from him, mildly surprised he let her go but turned and leered up at him nontheless. "I never wanted to be here and all this crap isn't making me feel any better!" She turned and walked towards the lifeboat. "My head hurts. I'm going to bed." Miyavi watched her get into the lifeboat that she had made into her personal space, then placed his hands behind his back and traced invisible designs on the floorboards with the toe of his boot. "I dunno what I'm doing wrong..."
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Dawn was barely breaking over the horizon as Echoe awoke at her usual time, finding Miyavi playing kicky bag once again as she peered over the side of her lifeboat. Stupid game. She carefully crawled out and leaned against the railling, watching. Miyavi was not as startled to see her this time and smiled cheerfully at her as he caught the bag in his free hand. "Echoe! Did your headache go away?" "Yes, but I get the feeling it's about to come back. What are you so cheerful about?" Echoe asked warily. "I'm just really happy for some reason!" Miyavi danced about a bit before looking back at Echoe. "...You look ill, are you alright Echoe?" "I'm... going back to bed. It's too cold out." And she quickly crawled back into her lifeboat. What the hell was THAT feeling...? Miyavi stood alone, confused and worried.
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-Midday-
When Echoe awoke again she was vaguely aware that she was... not in the lifeboat anymore. Everything seemed hazy and she felt like she was on fire. "Ah, are you awake now?" Miyavi appeared in her vision along with a crew member she couldn't quite identify. "I think you're really sick, but none of us know what to do about it." He chewed at his lipring nervously as she looked around, dazed. "Where am I...?" Echoe tried to sit up but fell back to the pillow as her vision spun. Pillow? "...Why am I in your bed?" "Teddy checked on you and found you shivering and, what was the word? ... Ah right, and sweating. And your forehead is really hot!" Miyavis looked even more concerned as he continued to speak. Echoe frowned. "Then get a cold damp cloth to put on my forehead. Don't you know that?" Miyavi looked as if he'd been slapped. "O-of course I knew that! Er, Yorke, go get one right away!" Miyavi smiled nervously as Yorke ran off. "Um, I seem to be so worried I've forgotten what to do next. Could you possibly remind me?" Echoe looked at Miyavi through her hazy vision, somehow feeling very sorry for him. After a long moment she finally sighed. "Just... take down the masts." "What? Why?! How will that help--?!" "If I don't get proper help, Something really bad will happen." His face was paling. "I'll speak to my captain on your behalf if you help me." Miyavi bent his head down, chewing on his lipring nervously as Yorke came back and placed the cloth on Echoe's forehead. "Yorke... New order. Take down your masterpiece." Yorke hesitated and was about to object when Miyavi turned his face away. "Captains orders."
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cakeguy
Crewman
GET BACK TO THE KITCHEN!!! DX<
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Post by cakeguy on Sept 24, 2008 0:19:26 GMT -5
*Cleaver sneaks out of the room. Having put a pillow in his place to trick Bomber and Emma.He closes the door as quietly as possible.* Cleaver sighs: Finally. Now to get back to my babies(and my closhes. After that I just have to make that bitch transform me back the right way. *Cleaver starts running* Cleaver: I shall save you my babies!!! TT *Cleaver runs past Big Gun* Big Gun: …did a naked cat man just pass me? *Cleaver hugs his “babies”.* Cleaver: Did you miss me my babies! *Cleaver kisses them* Cleaver: You shall never leave my sight again!! *Cleaver gets dressed.he draws out his weapon of choice.* Cleaver grins: Now for the bitch.
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Sept 24, 2008 1:43:59 GMT -5
Dusk met Norrington on the deck. He was looking out at the horizon very intently with her spyglass and she snatched it from him and looked herself. "That wasn't very polite captain..." "You've been way less polite lately anyway!" She stuck her tung out at him before returning to the spyglass. "Whoa! What are they doing?" "Your rainbow-colored headache appears to be... toppling her own masts..." "Cool!" "'Cool'??" "Oi crew guys!!" She hollered loud enough for the whole ship to hear nearly. "Let's board this multicolored mess and be done with it. First one to rescue Echoe gets double rum rations the rest of the week!" "First one to... nevermind..." Norrington shook his head.
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cakeguy
Crewman
GET BACK TO THE KITCHEN!!! DX<
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Post by cakeguy on Sept 25, 2008 22:34:15 GMT -5
Capri: You there mortal in the suit of armor. Big Gun: You mean me? Capri: Watch the wheel for me for a moment. *Capri turns her gaze on the rainbow crew ship. Just as Capri is about to teleport. Cleaver grabs onto her shoulder.* Capri: ! Cleaver: HA! GOTCHA BITCH! NOW YOU'RE GOING TO CHANGE ME BACK! AND THIS TIME.. *Cleaver and Capri vanish from the Midnight Hangmans deck. And reappear inside the bedroom where Echoe and the colorful are.* Cleaver: …YOU'RE GOING TO DO IT RIGHT! Wait.. *Cleaver looks at the colorful crew.* Cleaver: Ah hell! Not this lot again! Rainbow crew member: OI! Look the weresharks now a werecat! What other magic do you know Mr. Two Dicks? Cleaver: YOU'RE SOOOO DEAD! *Cleaver starts wailing on the poor colorful dude. Capri steps in to stop Cleaver from completely killing the guy.* Capri: Cat mortal. Cleaver: What? Capri: I have come here to pick Captaien Dusk Roses mortal. Not for you to give me moor work. Cleaver: Tch. Fine. *Cleaver ends the fight in one last punch.He looks at Echoe.* Cleaver: Ah crap. Echoe looks pretty fucking sick. *Capri looks at Echoe.* Capri: If shes this sick someone has to carry her back. Capri: Cat mortal. Cleaver: Yah? Capri: Carry her. Cleaver: Why me? Capri: You might as well be useful. *Cleaver cruses* Capri: Or would the sick mortal rather have someone else carry her.
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Sept 26, 2008 2:03:58 GMT -5
Red arrives back with a tray loaded with cake only to find Capri gone. He sighs, and retreats off to one side of the ship to wait for her. Why do all his friends keep disappearing?
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Echoe
that girl with the mop
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Post by Echoe on Sept 30, 2008 0:52:49 GMT -5
Miyavi was smiling fearfully in a corner due to the sudden appearance of the two people and Cleavers sudden violence when Echoe tried to look at Capri through her fevered vision. "I seriously don't care. Just get me off this bloody ship pronto so I can speak to the captain."
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Sept 30, 2008 1:01:10 GMT -5
Dusk leaned over the edge of the Hangman watching the fun goings on on the Raibow Colored Atrocity with her telescope. Echoe's color looked bad and she frowned. Oh well, she'd have her fixed up in no time. Her mind wandered to Tod, how was she doing in her cabin?
Norrington boarded the ship with the crew and saw Capri with Echoe. The captain had allowed her to stay on the Hangman but what would she think of her handling her crew in such a manner? When he realized that she was just helping Echoe he decided to save his complaints, and lok down at the cowering Miyavi. "You there, can you tell me where I can find the captain of this vessel?"
Miyavi looked at norrington, somehow at eyelevel, then suddenly stood up straight and smiled. "Why, that would be me! Are you the lovely Echoe's captain? It's so awesome that we get to talk! My goodness, don't make that face too much or it'll stick on ya and ruin your complexion!"
"I-you-I...I am not... well, it doesn't matter. Tell your men to stand down. If they surrender they shall be treated fairly." What face? Norrington glared a little extra trying to imagine his own glare.
Miyavi smiled innocently and held his clearly empty hands out. "My men don't carry weapons at all! I assure you, we're totally defensless. And um, your just making your face worse man. Do this instead!" Miyavi grinned huge and pointed at his own smile.
Norrington gave him a look-not the one he'd asked for, and turned around and told the crew members that had boarded with him not to harm the rainbow crew.
Miyavi grinned cheesy at Norringtons exposed back and leaned in close to his ear. "Prince Miyavi requests that you take esspecially good care of him. Ya follow?"
The hair on the back of Norrington's neck stood on end. "In what way is that Prince?" Norrington turned around and looked at him doubtfully, as if nothing, not even if Myv had suddenly sprouted well formed breasts, stripped naked and produced rabbits from his cleavage would make him take any interest in him.
Miyavi blinked. "Well, like don't hurt me? Cuz I don't think my father would be too happy if I came home with a nasty paper cut or something." Shifts uncomfortably. ".. . You're crazy tall."
"Don't worry I doubt you will be receiving any 'grievous' wounds such as...tall?" Norrington looked at the strange skinny pirate in confusion. Oh well.
((Posted with a mop.)) ((er...girl)) ((posted with a mop girl...))
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Post by Randomman on Oct 1, 2008 0:24:51 GMT -5
*Capri stares blankly at the ill Echoe.* Capri: Very well mortal. Cat mortal. Cleaver: What!? Capri: We're leaving. Cleaver: Fine with me. *Capri holds Echoe in her arms and teleports back to the Midnight Hangman with Cleaver and Echoe.* Capri: Here's your sickly mortal. Captain. *She hands Echoe over to Dusk.* Capri: I’m going back to my post. I wonder if Reds still waiting for me. *Capri walks back to wheel.* Cleaver: OY! Wait up women! You still haven’t changed me back yet! *Cleaver runs after Capri.* Capri: Not now. *Cleaver stops at her death like gaze.* Capri: I will heal you of your cruse after I have had some cake. *Capri walks off. Cleaver starts regaining his composure.* Cleaver: The hell? Death likes cake? (Who doesn't? XD)
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