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Post by Lord Redcoat on Oct 1, 2008 6:57:47 GMT -5
Red was indeed waiting patiently for Capri; he had successfully ignored Myv and resisted the temptation to dump the tray of cake over his head - after all, with a display like that, who wouldn't want to dump a tray of food on Myv's head?
Instead, he smiled when he saw Capri - but didn't wave, as it took both hands to hold the tray laden with cake.
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Post by Randomman on Oct 1, 2008 16:07:19 GMT -5
Capri: Sorry to keep you waiting. *Capri takes the plate full of cake from Red. So he will not have to be holding the plate the entire time.* Capri: here. *She serves Red a slice of cake and starts working on cutting the rest of the cake.*
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Oct 2, 2008 5:24:44 GMT -5
Red smiled happily and shook his head, "It wasn't for long; I just wondered where you'd gone. Speaking of which..." He glanced around, "Where's Tod?"
Accepting a slice of cake, he ate it with all the dignity one due his rank (prior rank, pre-Hangman days) and with an etiquette even ex-commodore Norrington couldn't complain about... One might not even realise Red was a pirate at all. Was he a pirate? It was hard to say.
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Post by Randomman on Oct 2, 2008 21:45:53 GMT -5
Capri: Sleeping perhaps. *She takes out a handkerchief and cleans a few crumbs off his face.* Capri: Are you worried about her. *She takes a bite of cake. And smiles at the wonderful taste.*
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Post by Randomman on Oct 3, 2008 2:05:09 GMT -5
*Randomman comes aboard the mMidnight Hangman.* Randomman: That was fun! now to find Big.. *Randomman gets grabbed from behind in a powerful iron hug like grip.* Randomman: Gah! Big Gun! mercy please! XD Big Gun: where were you i was worried. *Big Gun hugs him tighter.* Randomman: Sorry I never meant mean to keep you waiting. *Randomman brings the treasure chest onto the ship.* Randomman: Yohoho! money problems solved for now! *Big Gun ignores the treasure chest.* Big Gun: You could've gotten hurt. Next time ask me to come with you okay. Randomman: Right. sorry Big Gun. I was wasent thinking clearly.. *Randomman looks at his feet.* Big Gun: It's okay. Just be more careful next time. *She picks up the chest with one arm.* Big Gun: Lets go stash this away Randomman. *Randomman hurrys after Big Gun.* Randomman: And after that lets get some cake! The island that I was at had no cake! It was a scary place Big Gun! *Big Gun laughs.* Randomman: I'm being serious Big Gun! TT
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Oct 3, 2008 2:05:46 GMT -5
Ginko backed away slowly, rubbing out his cigarette on the ship’s railing. The angry pirate confronting him waved his sword at Ginko’s chest. “We did wha’ ye tol’ us to but we still lost Connor, and Bradley the next day! “ Another pirate pulled a knife from his boot and held it toward the strangely dressed man as well. “Ever since you showed up there’s been nothing but trouble!” Ginko sighed, why did this sort of thing always have to happen to him when he was in the middle of nowhere? “I told you, that man was suffering from a common disease by the name of Scurvy if he’d simply have eaten the fruit I brought on board he would have-” “We did al’ tha’ and he still died, how do we know it wasn’t poisoned?” “Why would I poison someone running the ship I need to get home?” “How should we know? That still doesn’t explain what happened to Bradely” This was getting ridiculous. It wasn’t his fault that man had died, he was old and the sea air should have been enough to drive away the mushi that was causing him trouble but the mixture of old age and the mushi had been too much for him. The sailor’s took Ginko’s silence as proof of his guilt and the pirate holding the knife took a swing at him but he jumped back into a longboat. “Ah good idea aye Robert?” The other pirate grinned and suddenly they both cut the longboat loose and sent it splashing into the ocean. They threw Ginko’s box in after him, which landed with a thud on top of him. The pirates cackled and Ginko sat up just in time to glare at them before the ship slipped away into the darkness. “Shit.”
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Post by Randomman on Oct 3, 2008 13:39:58 GMT -5
*Randomman and Big Gun haveing dropped of the treasure chest in their room and saying hi to fluffy. They bolth walked to the main deck when they saw an odd sight.* Randomman: Look Big Gun a man on a lifeboat! Big Gun: Captain Dusk Rose! Theirs a man in a lifeboat out in the waves! "Hmm?" Dusk swung her leg off of the rail and went over to where Big Gun and Randomman were and looked down. "Why is there an old man in a lifeboat?" She said dully. Ginko sneezed and woke up. A ship! He got up and started waving his arms hopelessly. Dusk looked again. "Oh, he's kinda young looking for an old man. Randomman, run over and get him for me will you? I sort of have to watch over the whole Rainbow pirate and Echoe thing." Randomman: Aye aye capt! Yohohohoho! Hang on crazy old young cakebrother! *with that Randomman dives into the water and resurfaces next to the yong old man* Randomman: Hotshot here we go! *Randomman tosses Ginko and the lifeboat stright out the Midnight Hangman. Big Gun shoots her harpoon gun and secures the lifeboat to The Midnight Hangman* Big Gun: Welcome abroad The Midnight Hangaman. mister… Ginko gave up trying to figure out how his longboat had been tossed all the way to the ship, but at least now he wouldn't be stuck in the middle of the ocean with out food or water. "Er....thanks." He slipped his box over his shoulder and climbed up the side of the ship using the rope attached to the harpoon. He climbed over the railing then stretched, his back popped a couple of times. *Randomman doggy paddles back onto the Midnight Hangman* Randomman: Hey hey mister! What’s in the box? Is it cake? *He starts poking at the odd looking box.*
*Posted with the crazy kiwi tea drinking hat spazzy captain of the midnight hangman crew. no boxes were harmed in this post.*
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Post by Aramis Nemo on Oct 3, 2008 17:30:18 GMT -5
Meanwhile, onboard La Mouette Mélodique ...
The ship rocked with an explosion, throwing Theodore, and the rest of the crew, out of their hammocks. 'Everyone to stations!' Theodore shouted as he scrambled around for his clothes, forgetting that the only people that spoke English were that damned eunuch and the boy. 'Boy! Toby!' He looked around, unable to spot the urchin. 'Where is the little git?' he muttered.
'I can speak French Sir!' The high falsetto of Anthony cut through Theodore's ears. Oh god, not him. Why does it have to be him?
'Well then you useless sod, tell them to move their arses and get up on deck! We're under attack!' Barefooted, he rushed out onto the deck and looked around, seeing nothing but empty sea and stars. The ship was rocked again by an explosion, knocking him to the deck. What the hell's going on here?! Felt like it came from below deck. The magazine!
Rushing, he pushed his way past the confused crew, not trusting them to help. Someone was trying to sink his damned ship, after all the work he'd put in to keeping it afloat. Sniffing the air, he caught the scent of... aniseed? Where had aniseed come from? And was that... juniper? Smelt nice whatever it was though. He followed his nose as the smell got strong, coming at last to the door into the brig. Inside he could hear laughter, and something else, something familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what.
Drawing his pistol, and forgetting to load it, he threw the door open and burst into the brig. Before him sat the boy Toby with Steve and Jose. The brig was filled with a shining brass contraption, bubbling away with pipes leading to bottles.
'Hehehe, a little too much pressure I think. But, I'm sure you agree, it does taste good.' Toby giggled as he talked, raising a bottle to his lips and taking a swig of the clear liquid it contained. 'Better than rum, don't you agree?'
Steve sat nodding, and swiped the bottle from Toby, and took a swig, spitting the liquid on the deck.
'There's just no accounting for taste.' Toby snatched back his bottle, and stuck his tongue out at Steve. 'Pirates just have no taste.'
'What the hell's going on here!' Theodore blustered into the room, grabbing the bottle as he got close to the boy. 'And what's this?!' He sniffed it, hmm smells pretty good. 'And what IS this thing?!'
'Take a swig Theo, and be transported on a voyage your taste buds will never forget!' Toby grinned, and collapsed in a giggling heap on the floor.
Tentatively, Theodore raised the bottle to his lips and took a small sip, followed by a longer one, and then draining the rest of the bottle. 'This, it's... it's not rum, but it's still strong. What is it?'
'Ehehehe, it's gin! The nectar of the gods! My own special recipe.' With a final hiccup, Toby fell asleep.
Oh thank you Lord! At last, something to drink. 'Hope you don't mind Steve, Jose, but I'm going to take a bottle of this and go get blind drunk somewhere.' Grabbing another bottle, he nodded to them, and rushed out of the room, eager to get better acquainted with his new friend.
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Oct 5, 2008 2:51:09 GMT -5
"Oi!" Ginko slapped Randomman's hand away from his box. "Never touch that unless I tell you to." he sighed and looked down at the crazy cake-native. "Thank you for er helping me out." He tried not to sound tooo grumpy right off the bat.
*Randomman smiles* Randomman: No prob mister! ooOOOoooo *Randomman looks at Ginkos cigarette* Randomman: Cool with a k smokeing food! does it taste good mister!?
"Huh?" He looks confused. "Oh, this isn't food..." His stomach growled. Suddenly it did sort of look like food, how long had he been stuck on that boat?
Randomman: Oh! your'e hungry to huh?here try this! *Randommant lifts his off his hat and takes out a cake for Ginko.* Randomman: It's good! My cakebrother Cleaver taught me how to make one. Big Gun: ....
Ginko looked at the cake in his grubby mits, was that even sanitary? But he was too hungry to pass it up so he took a bite. "This is actually pretty good." Relief. He glanced around the ship. There were people running around all over and another ship was in sight. It would be just his luck to show up in the middle of a battle...
Randomman: Yohohoho! No Problem cakebrother mister! Hey Capt! can my new cakebrother share a room with me and Big Gun! Big Gun:.....
Dusk glanced over in their direction and hopped over rather indignantly. "You're....." She looked almost like she recognised him and Ginko tried to remember if he'd met her before. "...definitely the youngest looking old guy I've ever seen." "...." Dusk beamed. "He's cool! He can stay with you guys." "Thank you for accomidating me, Captain." Ginko bowed politely but Dusk was already taking off to do captainy things.
Randomman:Hotshot! Your going enjoy hanging with us Mr. mister! I bet Fluffy will like him to right Big Gun! Big Gun? Big Gun: Two men shareing the same room.... *She gets a nosebleed* Randomman: ZOMG JAM! *Randomman pounces on her* Big Gun gigleing: No Randomman stop! Please not aroundin the open! *Randomman finishes cleaning up Big Gun* Randomman: Sorry you taste so good Big Gun! Big Gun:.....
Ginko suddenly had a very bad feeling about this, he wondered if he felt sick from dread or the cake he'd just eaten. Either way he slipped the straps of his box over his shoulders. "So, where is your 'room'?" : Randomman: Stright this way Mr. mister! oh yeah know how we should get there! *He takes Big Guns hand* Big Gun:.... Randomman: Now take Mr. misters hand Big Gun! Big Gun: ok. *She takes Ginkos hand.* Randomman: and now we DANCE!!!!!!!! *Randomman dances his way with Big Gun and Ginko in hand being pulled this way and that way until they reach his room.* Randomman: woot! Were home!! I wonder if fluffy is still awake? *Randomman get pined against a wall* Randomman: Oh! Hi cakebrother Cleaver! wacha been up to? Cleaver: HELL AND BACK AGAIN! Randomman: cool with a k! is hell a fun place? Cleaver: Dont mess with me chickenshit! fix me now! that bitch back there wont help me so you will! Randomman: Just let a women bite you on the ears. thats how i got fixed right Big Gun? um Big Gun? Big Gun: Theres two now......
Ginko watched the confrontation silently, taking out a new cigarette and lighting it before leaning against the wall to listen to them.
Randomman: Why not let Bomber just bite you Cakebrother? *Cleaver shows Randomman his murders intent.* Randomman: gah! Cleaver: There are some things worse then death.... Randomman: hm? Cleaver: Listen you fool! I caint let Bomber know about this it would ruin me! I want this cruse gone! And to stay gone for good! Each time this half cat thing goes away the next thing you know i turn into a pint size cat! I this is all your fault so you have to fix it! *Cleaver caches his breath.* Cleaver: Or do you want to never see a cake on this ship agien? Randomman: But i love cake TT Cleaver: THEN FIX ME!
Ginko let out a breath of smoke and then rubbed out his cigarette on the wall of the ship (oooh Dusk'll have his head) and walked toward Randomman and Cleaver. "What you're suffering from is a common mushi by the name of 'Nekonomi'. " He slipped off his box and sat it on the floor and began picking through it's compartments.
Cleaver: Who fuck are you? Randomman and Big Gun: Mr mister. *Cleaver turns around yelling at bolth of theam.* Cleaver: What the bloody hell kinda name is that!
Ginko ignored him and stood up, brushing off his pants. He handed Cleaver a phial. "Drink this."
*Cleaver sniffs it.* Cleaver: The hell is this medicine? *Cleaver glares att it.* Cleaver: Whatever as long as it get back to ack! *Cleaver starts coughing* cleaver: THE SHIT IS THIS! SHIT?
Ginko laughed a little, but was obviously trying not to. "Oh sorry, wrong one." He returned to his box, this time he took out a small mixing bowl and poured a bag of crushed herbs into it before adding a few drops of water. He crushed these together with a stone and then dipped a brush into it. He grabbed the bowl and then stood up, looking Cleaver over carefully. "I want you to hold still and remain calm. A mushi has attached itsself to the back of your head and is causing your body to make these cat-like changes. I am going to lure the mushi away from you using this mixture and then try and catch it. Will you hold this a moment please..er...cake boy." He handed the bowl to Randomman and pulled a jar from his box and dropped it into his pocket before takin taking the bowl back from randomman.
Cleaver: Oy oY! I'm not taking any moor of your shitty medicine! you can fuck off and go eat *Big Gun and Randomman hold the unhappy cat man shark thing down.* Cleaver: Women! Chickenshit! YOURE SOOO DEAD ONCE I GET OUT THIS! DO YOU HERE ME HUH? Randomman: Sorry about this Cakebrother. Big Gun: Just calm down We belive Mr. mister knows what hes doing. Cleaver: FUCK OFF! YOU CAN ALL BURN IN HELL FOR ALLL I CARE! I TASTED THAT SHIT HES JUST SCAMING US! LET ME GO RIGHT NOW! Big Gun and Randomman: He's always like this. *They hold down the vicious beast.*
Ginko sighed, watching the silly cat man in all his firey rage. On top of his head sat a rather cute and fluffy looking mushi that looked at him innocently. "I won't force him to accept my treatment. However, left alone the mushi will multiply. On top of that, the mushi that's attached itsself to you will leave for shorter and shorter periods of time until it becomes part of you. If that happens, you will remain in cat form for the rest of your life." He pretended to start to put away the medicine.
*Cleaver eyes flash with fear.* Cleaver: Oh hell no! give me that shit right now doc!
They always change their mind. Ginko walked back over to the bratty cat-shark and kneeled down. He spun the brush inside the strong smelling mixture a couple times before he brushed a bit of it onto Cleaver's cheek. The cat-like mushi reacted a little. He painted a bit more, waving the smell of the herbs into the air. The mushi slowly retracted the tendrils it had dug into Cleaver's head out and began crawling toward the scent. The more it moved, the less cat like Cleaver became.
*Cleaver tail and ears dessapper and he falls to the ground from exhaustion.* Big Gun: Will he be alright. Randomman: ooooOOOoooOOOOOOoooo look Big Gun! A squishy! Big Gun: oh it one of those. so Mr. mister can see them to.
The nekonomi crawls over to the herb and starts licking it. Ginko presses the jar over it and seals it. "This is a healthy specimin." He turns to Randomman and BigGun. "'Squishy'? Do you mean mushi...can you see him?" He holds the jar in front of Randomman and Biggun.
Randomman: Squishy!!!! *He puts his head against the jar to get a closer look.* Big Gun blushes at the scene: I bet there really cute looking... Random man! says (12:07 AM): *Cleaver rubs his head and gets up. He looks at himself.* Cleaver: hmph tanks you old fart. *He stares at the jar.* Cleaver: Mind if have that jar. *He grins*
Ginko gives him a look. "Afraid you'll miss your ears and tail?"
Cleaver: Fuck no! I just wanted it to make somthing else a stupid cat. so I wont have to be one for them. *Cleaver pauses.* cleaver: heh they looked pretty happy around it. *He looks out everyone.* Cleaver: You know what never mind. *He stabs the wall with a cleaver with a coin bag.*Cleaver: later.
"Thanks." Ginko collected the coins and tucked them away, then really did put away the medicine and closed up his box. "Your friend...he just walked away with all that green on his face didn't he?" He grinned, thinking of the medicine.
Randomman: oh! oh! can i have some Mr. mister? Big Gun: Randomman. It's rude to keep our friend waiting at the door... Randomman: oh! thats right come on in Mr. mister! *He pushes Ginko into the room. Fluffy get of the bed and looks at Ginko.* Fluffy: Hisssss Big Gun smiles: He likes you. Randomman:wootness!
"What is that thing?" Ginko backs away a little. That was not mushi...what was it? He picked his box up protectively.
Randomman: Yohohoho! Silly Mr. mister! Fluffy not a thing! Hes Fluffy! XD Big Gun: It's a dog
"Oh....er...hello...'fluffy'." He patted the thing on the head cautiously before moving as far from him as possible in the small ship room. "Where can I put this?" he asked motioning to his box.
Big Gun: Anywheres fine. *Fluffy trots over to the Ginko. His tail wagging back and forth.*
Ginko sits the box between him and the weird 'dog'. He quietly puffs his cigarette and leans against the wall.
*Fluffy climbs over the box and jumps in Ginkos lap.He starts purring.*
((posted with the crazy cake boy with cake inside his cake hat covered in cake))
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Echoe
that girl with the mop
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Post by Echoe on Oct 5, 2008 3:59:22 GMT -5
Pale, sweaty, and slightly off-balanced Echoe sat on the deck and watched the blurry back of her captain walk over to some old man. Unable to remember what she needed to tell the captain, she fell over in a dead faint.
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Post by Randomman on Oct 5, 2008 4:44:20 GMT -5
Dusk was already returning to Echoe when she saw her pass out on her side. She sighed, what was today? Sick females day? That was't a very catchy name at all. She scooped Echoe in her arms and debated where to take her, since her bed was taken with the shaken and sick Tod and who knows what Norrington's bed was taken with.
She decided to go to Randomman and BigGun's. She crossed the busy ship to their quarters and knocked on their door the best she could.
*the door opens* Randomman: CAKE!
The loud yell caused a groan from Echoe and she pulled her hand up to her head. Whether she's actually awake or not is hard to tell.
"Er sorry Randomman not cake this time. Can I borrow your bed? Echoe is really sick and my cabin is already taken with Tod who is sick."
Randomman: okz! Big Gun! Fluffy! Mr. mister! Cakesister Echoe coming over!
Ginko looked up from the creepy 'dog' on his lap to eye the newcomers. He noted that the one who'd spoken was the captain he'd met before, the other he didn't recognise but she was really pale and seemed to have a fever. He dug into his box.
Dusk sighed and gently sat Echoe down on the bed. "She is really warm and she just fainted."
Fluffy: Hisssss *He gets off Ginkos lap and lays next to Echoe.*
Echoe opened her eyes for a moment. "Where's ---.. . ? 'need to tell -----.. .something. .." The name is far too mumbled to make out and she blacks out again, mildly curious in the deepest part of her conciousness what the hell was next to her and why was it hissing.
Ginko picked several folded pieces of paper containing medicine from a drawer in his box and then crossed to Echoe, he laid a hand on her forehead.
"How long has she had this fever?" Dusk looked confused. "It's hard to say, she was being held captive on another ship for about three days, but I don't think she was sick before then." Ginko didn't say anything.
(Mop! Tea! and Cake! with our powers combined we become! The Mop Tea Cake force squadron!)
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Oct 6, 2008 0:17:11 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Red was looking strangely at Capri. Smiling after she wiped his face, he tilted his head to one side and shrugged a little, "I guess. It's unlike her to disappear like this. What with that strange man around, the one from the ball, I'm worried something might happen to her, you know? But then, you would know, wouldn't you? If anything happened, I mean."
He smiled, slightly shyly, "So you like the cake? Tod brought back several bakers from the island - from the ball - and ever since, we've had a wonderful supply of cake."
Glancing away, he sighed, "What'dya think it'd be like to be married? And raise children, I mean. I... always took it for granted, that I'd meet the right girl one day..." He shrugged, "But I guess being a goddess, you never worry about that. I wonder though... no, it's silly. But... Mother's a captain; captain's can marry, right?"
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Oct 6, 2008 0:21:35 GMT -5
Erik, cleaned and changed from his encounter with Tod, was sitting outside on a cannon looking rather moody under his lucious locks. She'd really gone over board, at least she hadn’t harmed his face, but his hair....but still somehow her defiant face was there whenever he closed his eyes and it infuriated him.
He didn't know how many minutes went by before he had had enough. He hopped off the cannon and wandered over the deck. It didn't take him long before he caught the scent of her blood. It lead him to the captain's cabin. He could tell that she wasn't there to protect her little pet, so he slid open the door.
The sight that greeted him was a slender, fair haired girl, with skin as pale, if not more so, than his own. Clad in white, in seemingly naught but a shirt, her long, golden tresses fell freely, neatly exposing her neck. Her head turned away from the door, she did not seem aware she had a visitor. Beyond her body rising and falling rhythmically, she lay still, one leg sprawled across the bed, leaving her thigh bared. A far stretch from the vicious hat-stealing pirate of an hour earlier...
Erik smiled. He felt like the dark vampires of legends. He flung his cape to the side like one of those shadowy figures he loved hearing about. He was of course, much prettier than them though.
In her sleep, Tod's lips twitched, pursing, almost musing; almost a sigh. Not quite the crimson lips of the folklore maidens but close enough.
Erik crossed over to the bed silently, then leaned over her. He reached to brush back her hair, but it was already to the side. He leaned in to take another taste of her...
...when Tod's reflexes kicked in. Years of light sleeping, and being aboard a pirate ship, with the events of the past few hours had given her a hyper-awareness and a tension that sprang to mind as fast as any vampire's reflexes. Well, a fledgling’s, perhaps, if not an elder's. In her left, her fingers snatched her dagger, even as her reached up for the ever-present pistol she kept beneath her pillow. Rolling onto her side, Erik found himself met with a similar scene to the one on the deck before; a knife teetering at his throat, and a pistol pressed to his heart.
Tod's big, wide, blue eyes opened, and she stared; horror, disgust, and fear all present, as well as a loathing that words could not describe; "You" she whispered, "Wh-" Her eyes narrowed in hatred, her entire body recoiling at his being so close... even as part of her found it enticing. That perhaps, was the worst of it.
Erik smiled that irritating smile, like he knew more about her than she did herself. "You don't want to kill me or you'd have done it by now..." He stroked her hair still.
"You here to bite me again, you freak," Tod hissed, "or are you here to take something else?"
"I don't know, you tell me? Did you have something else...in mind?" He leaned even closer to her.
"You pervert..." Tod whispered, trying to shuffle back, "Dusk will kill you if she finds out you were here..."
"Would she? Perhaps she'd rather be here herself..."
"Huh?"
"Don't act innocent girl, I knew she tasted you."
"So what if she did?" Tod snapped defiantly, "What's it to you? I belong to her more than you can imagine - and I'd rather... kiss a krakan before I'd belong to you."
"You mean you'd rather kiss her." Before she could answer he forcefully kissed her.
The knife that Tod was holding bit against his throat. Wide eyed, the girl pulled back further and shakily pressed the pistol against him.
He drew his lips away then leaned down to her throat where he was ready to bite again.
Somehow, the pistol discharged.
Blood trickled down, ruining both shirts.
Erik jerked away. "What'd you...are you crazy? You'd rather shoot yourself?!" He sprung off her and out the door. "Such a waste."
Tod simply stared at him, and whispered, "You bastard."
Erik glanced back at her with blood staining her white shirt and the white sheets below her. Such a waste. He walked away with out another word.
Dusk looked up from Echoe. She smelled Tod's blood again. She couldn't lose anymore today or.. "I have to go, sorry but Randomman can you help the...doctor?" Dusk stepped out and started walking across the deck to check on Tod.
Both pistol and knife fell from her hands; staring at Erik's retreating back, Tod felt her eyes grow heavy, as more of her blood seeped out. It wasn't the pain that got her; it was the light headedness; it hurt, so very, very much, but... the feeling of enclosing darkness; was this what it meant to die? Who had killed her...? Was it him... or was it her... ...her thoughts turned to Red as the darkness closed in; who would take care of him no-
Dusk rushed into her own cabin and gasped at Tod's wounds. These weren't caused by a vampire. She knelt beside her and grabbed her hand, it was cold. "Tod..Tod...did you do this to yourself?"
With her last ounce of strength, Tod forced herself to smile, and tried to reach up to touch Dusk's face. Her hand fell short as her mouth worked uselessly, no sound emerging. Her eyes held a sadness that somehow transcended words, and the light that held those brilliant blue orbs began to fade.
Her lips had formed a single name.
Dusk grimaced as she realized her only choice. "Tod I don't know if you can hear me, b ut I'm going to make you like me. If you want to die and live like me and Norri, all you have to do is swallow ok?" She slit her wrist with her fang and held it to Tod's mouth.
Tod didn't reply; nor even lean forwards. The light was fading faster from her eyes, and she had no strength left. Any decision, Dusk would realise, would have to be made by her, her captain...
This was all passing through Dusk's head at once, a billion possibilities. No, two.. could she handle losing someone right now, with her dreams so haunted by who had left her behind? She shoved her wrist to Tod's mouth and let her blood drip into it.
The effect seemed at once, both instant, and an eternity... Tod's hand reached up and clutched her arm, and pressing her mouth to Dusk's wrist, she drank, despite herself. After gouging herself on a mere mouthful, she pulled back, trying not to spit in disgust.
Then her eyes focused on Dusk, as if coming to for the first time. Then she followed her reflection in her captain's gaze and stared down at her shirt in horror. Tears filled her eyes and wordlessly, she began to tremble, part of her desperately longing to cling to the monster before her - and part of her wanting to curl up. Her mind ran circles, wanting to disbelieve the past few moments; praying it was a horrible, terrible dream.
"Tod...if you want to live... you must drink."
Part of her tried to shake her head; the larger part swallowed. A desperate need to survive overwhelmed her, and before she even consciously comprehended, she had drunk the vampire's blood. Still staring, she waited, as docile as a newborn...
Dusk sighed mournfully. "Now... Tod... be careful. You're still weak. Avoid the other vampires and stay out of the sun or you'll regret it. Here..." She gave her her hat. "For starters..." She smiled weakly.
"M-" she choked, then blinking away her tears, leant forwards and pressed her mouth to Dusk's, almost falling into her arms.
Dusk's eyes widened a little, but she held Tod to her gently. Then set her down on the bed. "I...I'm sorry Tod. Echoe is also sick I should go check on her. You will be fine now, just stay inn my cabin for a couple of days. I will be back tonight."
Reaching out, Tod grabbed Dusk's hand and squeezed it, once, tightly. Then she turned onto her side, away. Her eyes were still filled with tears as the full realisation of this unliving nightmare began to take hold...
Dusk squeezed her hand back and left out the door. She considered going back to Echoe but decided to set Erik's hair on fire first. She could smell him everywhere in that room.
(Written with a vampire pirate wannabe who loves hats a little too much for her own good.)
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Post by Randomman on Oct 6, 2008 0:52:36 GMT -5
*Capri in silence.* Capri: I think your girlfriend needs you. *Before Red has anytime to object. Capri flicks Red on the head. Telporting him to Tod.*
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Oct 6, 2008 1:43:44 GMT -5
Red stared…
Tod’s back faced him. Lying on her side, the girl hardly noticed he was there; she did not even twitch. Gingerly, he made his way over to the bed, and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. “Tod?” He asked gently, suddenly feeling unnerved for a reason he could not place; something felt wrong.
She didn’t reply with words.
Instead, reaching up, her fingers entwined around his and she squeezed his hand weakly.
“Tod… is… is everything all right?”
She shook her head; her long, golden tresses shimmering as it caught the light.
Then he noticed; that scent; blood. Leaning over her, he stared; part of her shirt was missing, covered in blood, yet her breast was whole; untouched by what should have – she had not reached for her pistol either. “Tod…”
“You’re staring…” she managed, forcing a feeble smile, “I didn’t know…”
She cut off; to his ears, her voice sounded so painfully weak… she must have heard it too; she looked away, her eyes filling. His own threatened to flood over; what had happened here? His fingers gripped hers more tightly. Pressing in, his lips above her ear, he felt himself whisper, “Tod, I…”
“Don’t,” Her eyes squeezed shut, “please…” His scent filled her nostrils; something arose within her. A hunger she had felt before he had walked over; before the door had ever opened. Had it ever opened? She swallowed; she began to feel what Dusk had described; an urge to feed… a primal desire… it filled her, “Stay-stay away…” she whispered, even as she felt a feral curl take her jaw.
“Tod – no, I”
“Red- please!”
He shook his head defiantly, “I – I lo-”
“Don’t be stupid!” She hissed, her vision turning red. Her eyes locked onto him, no longer compassionate, but hungry. Feral. Ferocious. It was too late, she realised, in a small, quiet part of her mind. Her grip had tightened; he pulled back, breaking it, but her fingers reached up and locked onto his forearm more firmly; unbreakable. She tugged sharply, hauling him off balance – any other time… in detachment, part of her watched as she threw him against her breast with an inhuman strength. Her mouth drew close, her breath warm against his ear, tracing down to his young, virgin neck; she pulled back, opening her mouth, canines extending –
“Tod?”
His scared whisper as she crushed him against her bared flesh gave her pause; pause just before she sank her fangs in and fed; to drain his lifeblood… Her hand already held his head, fingers extending through his raven locks as her other pinned his back.
“Tod…”
His plea resounded within her ears again; his soft, innocent voice – he had no idea what a monster she had become. The urge to feed… so strong. She turned her head away; fighting back a primal scream of unholy fury. How dare he do this to her? Prey! That’s all he – she would kill the one responsible for this. His fingers touched her hair, so gently, ever so… Red… how could he even bare to touch her? Did he not know –
Quietly, he stared up at her and murmured, “You’re pale,”
That look – without fear, without knowledge of the danger he was in… utterly without – ignorance! …Innocence. Such fond regard; such warmth… how dare he brush her cheek; how dare he gaze at her so? How could he… …it hurt, it hurt so much… more than her life slipping away before her eyes; he was… why she… tears spilt down, even as her vision blurred, crossing over from crimson to colour; caught half-way between the two.
“you’re crying.” Gently wiping away her tears with his fingertips, scattering them as sparkling drops, he smiled.
He smiled at her.
“Red…” She found herself choking up, still torn between the desire to feed and an even greater need to embrace him; to hold him close, to cradle him forever…
He smiled.
As his forefinger met her lips, her mouth closed, none of the rage subsiding, yet, involuntarily, as if bespelled, bewitched, enchanted, her fangs retreated. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers, gently, firmly. Her hands held him more tightly. Still unwillingly to trust herself, still desperate for his embrace, she found herself curling into his enfold. Now it was he who held her; somehow, his arms had snaked around her. The need to feed was still so strong, she cried out for his blood; she couldn’t. His eyes, the warmth they held – stopped her dead in her tracks. The unholy beast had awoken; the frenzy within her she had yet to understand – tamed – subdued by this… this… he kissed her, so tenderly; more so than he had ever – than she had ever felt – the way she had shown him that night… she felt herself melt in his embrace, her mouth opening, the tips of her fangs…
They grazed his tongue; she almost recoiled in horror, but he… he just looked oddly curious. As if… nothing had happened; as if she were still… still human. If he knew… he would despise her… he would - … he would love her still, surely? She tried to turn away, blinking away more tears; he wouldn’t let her. Snuggling beside her, he seemed content just to rest… Her head fell against his chest; it felt so heavy against the frailty of her human. Her human, with his heartbeat… with his pulse… his lifeblood…
It was him; it was whole… …she craved it and she did not want it. Fatigue overwhelmed her.
Capri had been right; she had needed him, Red frowned thoughtfully; but how did she know? And what was with the odd hole in her shirt?
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