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Post by Aramis Nemo on Oct 14, 2008 18:56:56 GMT -5
Aramis hummed badly as he ambled his way back to James and Elizabeth. Maybe I should stop by the galley and pick something up for them to eat first. I wonder if we still have any... He stopped and knitted his brow. He could smell blood on the air, sweet young blood, with an added bouquet of lemon, and something else.
'Mr Bubbles, I think we may have a problem.' He raised the rabbit by it's two arms, looking into it's dead, glassy eyes. 'No, I do not “feel a disturbance in the farce”. Sometimes I wonder about your state of mind Mr Bubbles. But something has changed here... No, not the colour of the walls.' He sighed and dropped one of the bunnies arms.
Damn, there's another one of us! Aramis broke into a run, following the sent of the fresh blood straight into the closed door of the galley.
'Who closed the damned door!'
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Oct 14, 2008 19:18:20 GMT -5
What felt like hours later, Tod stirred. Grogginess took her; it had all been a bad dream, hadn't it? The fangs, the blood... where was her Red? Her darling adorable boy? She had dreamed of her past; of being abed with her captain... everything had blurred. Her childhood; peddling wares, a caravan, her grandmother... tales of her late great grandmother... of piracy and villainy; of dance in noble homes... of a bright eyed boy she had fallen in love with; of death, claiming her, gripping her with icy fingers, threaded through her hair; of fangs biting into her... of darkness taking her; of light... light so brilliant it blotted out the sun... of an inane voice declaring she should feast on the blood of albatrosses... not connected to the light that was; no, indeed not, and of... consciousness. She was sprawled across the bed, one limb bent at the knee, thigh bared, shin covered by a thin sheet... of another resting atop of her. M... what was it? Mother? Master? Mistress? Matriarch? My captain? She no longer knew. The blood thudding in her head receded; or was that the memory of her blood? She couldn't feel her pulse... only the feel of a headache overwhelming her.
Despite herself, she rose. The yearning, the hunger was lacking... In shirt and loincloth, she made her way to the door, barely aware of her surroundings. Her hat, she took, placing it upon her head, and her sabre at her side; belt and buckle over her shirt, like a tunic, it was, though her mind did not register; only that she should have her belt, and her brace of pistols from right shoulder to hip, falling between her breast, like she always did. Boots, she slipped on, shin high, and black; polished to a shine. Legs bared, she stepped out. Something called to her... an urge... for something. Blood of the albatross? It no longer mattered; only... it was at the galley. So, she left, no longer aware, instinct guiding her.
The crew - that which remained of it below deck - gave the zombie-like Tod a wide birth; a few leered, but most thought better of it. One found itself slammed up against a wall, and slumped to the deck, Tod's hand striking it against the chest, seizing it's throat... she continued on, her gaze fixed ahead of her. ...And then, she entered the galley.
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Oct 16, 2008 3:15:34 GMT -5
There was a knock at the door. Hesitant, muted. Not a Tod-knock. Or was it?
Dusk stirred, who was missing beside her? Oh.. Tod... she sat up as the knocking continued. "Tod?"
"Red." Red answered quietly, looking at Dusk a little strangely.
Dusk turned and looked to the door. "Red..." a lump raised in her throat as she thought about how recent events would effect the relationship between Tod and Red.
"It's been a while, Mother." He said simply, still not entering the room but leaning against the doorframe. His clothes were not entirely straightened, and his belt buckle was loose; his hair was also damp.
Red folded his arms almost defensively, slight though it was, "So were you ever planning on telling me?"
Dusk frowned, lying back down and resting her head on her hands. "Yes. It wouldn't be long before I felt you were old enough." She knew from his tone he'd found out. How? That woman flashed in her mind, Capri... "I'm sorry I withheld this from you, but I..."
"You and Tod." Red's look held no warmth, but neither was there condemnation, "What you did to her..." He glanced away, "Is... that any way to treat... ?" There was a slight pause, "I... this is your ship; I owe you everything since the time you spared me my life, and I've no right to question you. I'm not ungrateful, just... how could you do that to her?"
"Red...I had no choice..." She wouldn't look him in the eye despite believing what she said.
Red sighed, "Which is what that creep meant by 'taste'." Stepping inside, he closed the door gently and walked over to her unbidden, and uninvited, sat beside her on the bed. Not looking at her, he stared at the floor, leaving his neck exposed. Eventually, he asked, "So what now, Mother?"
"Decide for yourself. I'm not your real mother."
Turning and looking her in the eye, he answered quietly, "You're a vicious, mean, pirate captain. I remember." Another glance to the side, "You're more real to me than..." he fell silent, "Go ahead and drink; it's what your kind does, doesn't it?" This time, there was a note of hurt, accusation and of challenge towards her, "At least," he conceded bitterly, "I'll be of some use to you. Go ahead; take it." He offered her his neck, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Get away from me!" She pushed him away, nearly throwing him off the bed accidentally. "Get out of here, I never wanted you to have to deal with this."
"It's too late for that now." Red said more quietly than before; more quietly than as if she'd struck him, "So I ask you again: what now?"
"What now? Get out of here before I accept your offer. That's an order."
"Fine." Red turned, then added, "But regardless of what you think, you'll always be Mother to me." Reaching for the door, he hesitated, swallowing, "And my offer was genuine. My blood - my life - is yours, if you want it, 'captain'." Part of him wanted her to stop him from leaving; part wanted to storm out. The former held the most sway...
Dusk brought her hands to her hair, determinedly facing away from him. "What's gotten into you....it must be..that woman..."
"Interesting choice of phrasing. May I sit back down now, Mother, or do you still want me out?" Red asked softly, his hand still outstretched before the door-handle.
((This post ye be readin' did be written by two fallin' asleep lubbers, both of which be known to ye as 'Captain' an' 'C'. Arrr...zzz.))
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Post by Aramis Nemo on Oct 16, 2008 18:05:10 GMT -5
Aramis turned at the sound of someone entering his galley. Who is it this time? Standing in front of him was the slightly dishevelled Tod. She seemed, different...Dammit
'Ah, so it's you then.' He looked at her with sadness in his eyes So young...
"Hello." Tod greeted the elder vamprie cooly, then half stepped back and bowed dramatically, sweeping her hat off in one smooth flourish. Still in just her boots, shirt, loincloth, hat, sabre and brace of pistols, she could have easily been at a royal court in spite of her attire. Watching him with guarded eyes, her expression was one of calculation and wariness. She did not need to say 'So you're the one'. Glancing around, she snapped, "Clear the room."
Any crew members there stood stock still at her commanding tone - then fled without taking the time to look back.
Finally alone with him, Tod asked simply, "So how should I address you?"
'Grandpa would be fine. Or just Aramis. Actually, Aramis would be better.' He smiled at her, hoping to put her at ease, but probably just disturbing her more. 'You have nothing to fear from me, er, I forget your name.' He chuckled nervously, fidgeting with his hat.
'Now child, please, take a seat. I need to know who did this to you. And you can have a nice tasty seagull whilst we talk.'
Tod tilted her head slightly, "How many steps removed?" As bade, she neatly drew her knees to her chin as she perched on the floor at his feet, looking for all the world like the granddaughter he had named her. Wrinkling her nose at the offer of a seagull, she asked, "Don't they... carry diseases?"
Aramis rolled his eyes and sighed. 'Now, by seat, I meant on one of the many empty benches over there.' He pointed over towards the stowed benches along the side of the hull. 'And seagulls don't have diseases. How can you say such a thing, I'm disgusted that you could suggest such a thing.' He turned his back on her, and headed towards the benches, quickly setting it up.
'Now, as to your question, lets see... There was Blacker, so that would be one, then Dusk, then you. So that would make, 3 bites away form me.'
"My mistake then... 'great grandpa'," Tod shrugged, idly examining her fingernail, "I guess birds don't get colds or flu. Or at least, not the ones you dine on." Her eyes narrowed, "You're the crazy one; the English-hater." She stayed seated on the floor, "So tell me; do you accept me into your little..." Searching for a word, she finally substituted, "brood?"
'Of course, welcome to the family. And I have valid reasons for hating the English. Their wine is terrible, and the food is even worse. So then, which one of them was it decided it was a good idea to turn you? Dusk or that bloody Norrington. Wait... please don't tell me it was Fabien.' A look of horror crossed his face. The thought of Fabien starting his own little vampire harem was just... He shuddered.
"Norrington?" The look of sheer disgust on her face was enough to disavow just about anyone of that, "No, 'great grandpa', it was our beloved captain, after that -" Her eyes narrowed to slits of hate, "wretch tried to drain me a third time." Knuckles white as she grasped her sabre, she snarled, "M-" she choked back a cough, "wouldn't tell me how to destroy him."
'I'll have to words with Dusk about this later. And please, just Aramis. The "great gandpa" makes me feel old.' He grinned at her. 'Now then, who exactly was it that drained you? I do have some rules that need to be up held on this boat. And the crew is my responsibility.'
"I'll deal with it myself." Tod rose to her feet, almost defiantly, "And leave M- alone. She's got enough to deal with." She glanced away, "I'd be dead if she didn't... ...deader, anyway." For whatever reason, she didn't seem afraid of the elder vampire, even if her bodylanguage was more respectful than her tone, "And I'm English." She spat on the planking, "I had the misfortune to be born upon that wretched isle. Will you disown me now?" There was a definite challenge in her voice, accompanied by a fiery glint in her eyes.
'You're so cute when you're angry! Look at her Mr Bubbles, don't you agree?' He picked up the poor stuffed toy and pointed it at Tod. 'And no, I won't disown you. Unless of course you do something silly, like, er, start an illicit relationship with Norri. Although, that would make it a little more interesting on here.' Dropping the rabbit again, he stood up and began pacing the galley. I need a snack.
'Oh, and there is no good reason for turning someone. Death is a release that is, for now at least, denied to you. Life can be a burden after a few centuries.'
"I have much to live for." Unknowingly baring her fangs, Tod snarled, still too hotheaded to back down and show her great grandsire the respect he was (probably) due (had it been anyone other than Aramis, that is). "And I will see the one who stole that from me dead for it, either by my hand, or at the hand of another." Staring at the rabbit, she demanded, "What exactly is that? I can see it's a stuffed rabbit, but what are you doing carrying it around?"
'Oh, this is Mr Bubbles. He's an evil genius that is using young James to further his goals. And I respect your desire to kill who ever did this to you. Just be careful, there are some of our kind that don't take kindly to such acts. But, if it comes to that, I would do what I can to protect you. You are family now.'
'Now then child, is there anything that you would like to know about your new dilemma?'
"M- Dusk told me little. I could have worked out most of it for myself." Tod's eyes hardened, "I want to know the origin of this... this curse. This disease. This plague. This... unnatural state of being; I desire to cure it, to lift this curse. I told you: I have something to live for. I am not Red; I detest history in it's dryness, but I seek answers. Provide me with knowledge; the source of this affliction... the origins. The abilities of 'our kind'," she almost spat, "and the major players. These 'families'; who are they, how can I identify them, and how may I destroy them?"
'Hmm, you ask, difficult, questions there child. To be honest, little is known about where we came from, although it is something that I have an interest in.' He lifted himself up onto the work bench, knocking off a jar of ground chillies.
'Now then, from what I've been able to piece together, we have always been. Well, as long as humanity has. Hard to find anything going back further than that.
There are 2 different, breeds, of vampire. Those like you, created from the blood of another when on the brink of death. And then there are those like me, born, still living yet not. It's not something that my parents ever talked to me about, they seemed hesitant to share anything on that front. Unlike sharing the whole "birds and bees" thing when I was only 9.'
'You should be able to feel others of our kind, a gnawing feeling in the pit of your gut urging you fight or run little a gazelle across the savannah. With time, you may be able to see the difference between the living or dead, but it's confusing... so many pretty colours...' Aramis drifted off into his thoughts, looking at the swirling colours emanating from his body.
"It's what separates you from the others." Tod tilted her head slightly, perhaps in acknowledgement as she digested what he had said, "So in other words, you know almost as little as Dusk? Tell me, then, what happens when a vampire breeds with a... a mortal? Is it possible?"
'Hmm, oh, sorry. And yes, it is possible for my kind to breed. Unfortunately though, you're dead which makes it difficult to make babies. Take my slightly deranged cousin, his family is the result of an, indiscretion, between my uncle and a mortal. Their child possessed some of the gifts of vampires, but was still mortal. I think he died trying to prove he was invincible jumping from the top of Marseilles Cathedral.'
'And I know more than Dusk does!' He pouted at the thought of not being as well educated as his grand daughter. 'It's just, our origins are shrouded. No one really knows anything about us. There are fragments though, mention of the "Great Tree", but I can't read Aramaic, so that was left with an acquaintance'
'As to our gifts, it varies between individuals, although bloodlines do share similarities. My line for example has heightened, perception I would say, of the world around us, and the ability to withstand the light of the sun for a limited time. Useful when you get marooned on a tiny island with hardly any shade that one.'
"Great." Tod glowered, "This had better not have anything to do with the bible and the tree in that. I can't read Latin." With a loud sigh, she glanced away, not voicing her true thoughts. 'Could... no, that was just family superstition. Her... black sheep of the family, nothing more. There was no truth to it, surely?' "So if I'm your..." She sighed again, "what does that have to do with my mortality? How weak am I?" 'I refuse to drink Red's blood... I couldn't bring myself to drink Die's... only M- Dusk's after she had fed on me... '
'Mortality is only passing. And no, the bible is just a badly written story book created by people afraid of the unknown. The tree is a legend, supposed to grant eternal life, knowledge, cure disease. Actually, it seems to be able to do, well, everything. Once, in Edessa, I met someone claiming to have seen the tree. He even gave me this, saying it was the petrified seed of the tree.'
He reached into his coat, pulling out a small stone. 'But see, nothing more than a stone...' He sadness tinted his voice as he looked at the misshapen stone.
'It seems that there's something on your mind child. You can trust me. Well, as long as you don't mind telling Mr Bubbles as well. Not sure about him.'
"Interesting view. I wonder how many would object to that." Tod commented, then shrugged, "It is of no matter. Tell me, can vampires predict the future? Fortune tellers and the like?"
'Some claim to be able to. There's a family in Greece that are said to have prophetic dreams. But they wouldn't share anything with me. They just pointed at me and laughed saying something about seagulls.' Aramis sulked a little, remembering the sound of their laughter. Damned Greeks. Never any help when you want them
"I see." Tod stared at the planking, "So... what else can our kind do? Commune with spirits? Speak with the dead?"
'I can see ghosts, does that help? But the dead seem to dislike us for some reason. The dead are all around us, and I think that someone's not doing their job very well as a ferryman for them. I don't advised trying to talk to them, some can be dangerous in their own domain, and there we are but interlopers.'
"I am not entirely convinced I am not dead." Tod shrugged again, "It matters not. Thank you for confirming this." 'So... perhaps it was true after all.' A pause. "M- Dusk. How long has she been a... ...like this?"
'A little over 10 years now. I can still remember that day, the gunpowder, the smell of blood on the air, the screams of the dying...' His voice trailed off, remembering the day that Dusk had nearly been taken from Blacker and himself.
"So... she is still... a youngster herself?" Sighing, Tod stared at the ceiling this time and stretched slightly, "I... wondered why..." She shook her head, then her gaze narrowed pointedly, "Why is it you are not captain; why do you lurk in the shadows and let Dusk play figurehead? And why do you 'pretend' to be insane? Or has madness gripped you?"
'Why would I want to be in charge of the ship? I'm here, because. The ship was never mine, and Dusk has a better claim to it than me. It belonged to her fiancée, not mine.' Aramis shuddered at the thought of being engaged to Viktor, not something that appealed to. 'And I'm not insane! I'll have to hit whoever said that with a half eaten leg of mutton.' He grumbled at the idea he was mad. Why did everyone always think he was mad?
"Wait, fiancée? She was-" Tod's eyes widened, "But... Norri? And..." She took an involuntary step backwards, "There were... hints, but..."
'Ah, maybe I shouldn't have said that. Oh well.' He sounded strangely cheerful, hardly sounding sorry at all. 'But he's dead, so...' Again his voiced trailed off, the thoughts of the past taking over once more.
"The sun has not scorched me, yet." She commented absently, as if eager to change the subject, "I have not dined on any mortal... how long can I go without feeding before I starve?"
'A week, 2 at most if you don't exhaust yourself. You will have to feed child. I recommend seagulls. Plentiful at sea and on land, tasty and nutritious. Or, you could try fish, but I wouldn't recommend them. Too slimy.' He thought for a moment. 'I think that dawn will be with us soon. Would you like to feel the burning touch of the sun?'
Tod folded her arms, "I don't want to try seagull; those are yours. How about... a penguin?"
'They are a little harder to come by out here unfortunately. Try a bird that can fly, unlike a peacock. Don't try peacocks, they bite back.'
"Albatross then? After all," Bitterly, she sighed, "Women are 'bad luck', so are albatrosses. May as well drink from them and spread it around. Who knows? Maybe it will even cancel it out. I won't drink from a mortal sentient though."
'Never tried an Albatross. I wonder what they taste like...?' Aramis mused on the thought of trying another bird. 'And try not to place too much faith in superstition. Next you'll be telling that vampires are re... Er, sorry, force of habit. And good for you not wanting to feed from something with a mind. Feel free to drink from the clergy though, mindless sheep that they are.'
Tod gave him a long look, "You have a problem with them?"
'Some of them. It was a damned Bishop that lead to my sisters death, and my self imposed exile from France. But there was this one time when I pretended to be a Cardinal. They really know how to have fun.'
"You mean by molesting little boys?" She spat in disgust.
'Oh God no! That's just sick.' He started back, toppling over the back of the counter. 'Oww!' He pulled himself back to his feet again and rearranged his hat.
'By "have fun" I meant throwing decadent parties involving many women of ill repute.'
“I see”
'So then child, shall we go and great the day? We should see how much of the light you can stand before being hurt. At least this way you'll have a little assistance if it's too much.'
"The sun won't hurt me." Tod answered simply, then inclined her head, "After you, 'great grandpappy'."
Smiling, Aramis lead the way to the desk. He was impressed with how confident the girl was. Most other vampires were petrified of the mere thought of stepping out in to the light of day. As he walked, he began humming an old song that he had learnt during his travels through Hungary.
"What is that?" She demanded, almost missing a step as Aramis began his infernal tune, "Skies above man, are you trying to wake the dead?!" Shoving his shoulder, she stepped past him and strode up the steps without fear, directly into the first rays of the dawn. As the grey began to recede, Tod stood there, on the top of the stairs, staring at the crimson-turning-to-gold orb as it crept above the horizon. As the light caught her face, gentle shadows played, reflecting in her unblinking gaze. She was right; the sun did not burn her.
That's interesting Aramis knitted his brow as he watched Tod basking in the first light of day. The first time he'd stepped out into the sun it was only for a few minutes and it caused his skin to blister. There's something about this girl. Is she... no, that can't be right.
Walking out from the fading shadows, he headed towards Tod, savouring the warming caress of the morning sun.
'The sun seems to like you child. Mr Bubbles thinks that you're weird for liking teh sun this much though.' He placed his free hand on her shoulder, not wanting to spoil the moment.
((This post is brought to you in accosiation with The Mr Bubbles Tea Room Group (now offering free carrot cake with each purchase of cream tea), and Tod's Curses, Charms and Curios - your one stop shop for all your mystical needs))
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Oct 17, 2008 0:10:10 GMT -5
"No...don't go.... Red I've been thinking and..." She slid a hand through her hair now. "I'm going to set course for India." Red let his hand fall, and turning on his heel, walked straight over to her and fell to both knees. Letting his head fall before her lap, he whispered, "...Forgive me. I..." He blinked without looking up, "India?" 'That was random.'Dusk moved so that she could lay her hand on his head. "It's alright, I'm sorry I haven't been there for you as much as you need." She sighed, he looked older. She'd forgotten how quickly mortals aged. "As for India, the ships there are meant to be rich with gold and exotic spices and other riches unknown to me...also..." She had on a very serious face. "Also?" Red half turned his head, resting his cheek on her knee. "One time I chanced across a group of Indian merchants and the women there...had the greatest shoes!!" "...Mother..." Red came the closest he ever had to turning 'anime'. Had he been in one, a 'sweatdrop' might have appeared in a rather -_-'# expression. Red, however, was not in an anime, so didn't. Another expression might have been 'oy vay', but he did not mutter that either. Unable to shake his head sadly, he just gave her the most incredulous look of 'Come again?' and 'My ears deceive me', but said nothing. Maybe he was dreaming. Yes, that must be it. Dusk laughed weakly. "Sequins are amazing.. but honestly, the ships around India are supposed to be ripe for piracy as long as the crew is brave enough to sail that far from home." "...Mother..." Red repeated weakly, this time sighing. Images of him dressed up as an Indian prince were whirring through his head; rubies, diamonds, silks... a turban... twin kris in his sash and a scimitar in his belt... "...Tod would look nice in a sari..." Red tilted his head to one side and looked up at Dusk, "...As would you. Maybe... green?" "Yeah.." She smiled sadly at him. "We could even gathers some new crew members, they're spread a little thin with the new ships we've pickedup." Red reached up and brushed her cheek with two fingertips, "...Mother..." He glanced away, and swallowed, "You..." He felt his voice grow hoarse, "You know I," he repeated, "...lu-lovyoudon'tyou?" She smiled a little again. "Yes. I love you too." "...Really?" Insecurity was such an ugly thing. "I wouldn't lie about something like that, despite being a vicious pirate captain." "Vicious mean pirate captain," Red corrected mildly, then sighed, then smiled, "but you know... I never wanted today of all days to be this way." "Why today?" "It's dawn..." Today specifically... "You never did tell me your birthday." "...Yeah..." Red sighed, "I don't want to fight with you. I know we will 'cause... we're bound to argue, sometimes, but... you said... that hurt. To me, you're mother... whether by blood or not... whether you're... a... a..." He swallowed, "it doesn't matter to me. Aside from Tod, you're the only one I love." She stroked his hair silently. "Then don't fight with me. I'm sorry I hurt you." "...Do you even know how old I am?" "I'm not your real mother Red... I can't know things unless you tell me." "You're a... va- vicious, mean pirate captain." He recited, as if to tick the titles off on each finger, "so... I thought you'd know. You seem to know so much about everything else." She laughed. "Maybe, but I can't read minds." "Really? But- but you're a woman!" His eyes widened, "Do you really mean to tell me women can't read minds?!" "Yeah..." She swatted him on the head teasingly. "You're teasing me, aren't you! You're just trying to make me believe you can't read minds so then you'll catch me unawares and..." He gave her a pseudo-scowl and stuck his tongue out at her. Whether his earnest tone was teasing her or not, was yet to be decided. He sounded genuine, but who knew? "You're never going to have any luck with women." Dusk shook her head. "Tod?" Red simply sighed, then smiled sadly, "You'll just have to teach me." Glancing away, he added softly, "There... there's no reason why you shouldn't be my 'real' mother, you know... ...unless you don't want to." "That's not what I mean silly. I'll do better if you tell me more about yourself." "Well... if we're going to India, will you get me a baby elephant?" He asked very seriously, "I've always wanted one, an' a adult would be too big to start with, so... maybe a small one? 'Cause, you could uh," Thinking quickly, he blurted, "taste it, you know? It's so big it could feed all of you! And we could use it to storm enemy ships! ...Food might be a problem." A musing frown creased his brow. "Will you? Pleeeeeease?" "Um... we definitely can't keep an elephant on the ship." "But but - what if we converted part of the hold? We've got all that space for cargo and we never use it except for rum and-" He looked up with adoring eyes, "Pleeease? Pretty please? I'll be good! Honest! I'll even scrub your -" He glanced around, "Cabin floor. Once a week! "An' it'll only be a baby!" "We can't have an elephant on board." She crossed her arms. "Despite what that crazed cake native or that old guy seem to think." "Oh... all right," Red sighed, but smiled as he looked up at her, "I didn't really expect you to say 'yes'. Soooo!" He beamed brightly, "How old do you think I am today? I'll give you a clue - older than yesterday!" In an anime, the appropriate expression would be: 'XDD'. "Hmm....... sixty." "Mother!" Impulsively, he slapped her thigh - gently, pulling it short before his hand connected, "Be nice!" "Oh, I'm sorry I revealed your deep dark secret." Evil grin. "I'll... I'll..." His eyes narrowed, as a wicked light entered them, "steal your hats!" "Never!" She flung herself ontohim with vampire speed, and then started tickling him. "Gah!" She tickled him relentlessly for a moment, then paused. "Ok, you don't seem near twenty.... fifteen?" It took him a moment to recover, panting as he clung to her. "Mother!" He gave her a reproachful look, gasping for his breath, "Com'on, be nice. Do I really seem fifteen to you?" "You're right, closer to eight." "Try adding a decade and subtracting 'one'; oh wait, pirates can't do maths." Red stuck his tongue out at her. Dusk bopped him on the head-yes 'bopped' is a real word. (Of course bopped is a real word ) "Ow I 'itmah towune," Red complained, pointing at it with his finger. "Loocee wut yoo did." "Mhm... so you are eighty then." Red pouted, adorably so. "Hmm... I guess you'll need a present then." She bounced to the other side of her cabin and started rummaging through a small closet and then sat down beside him again brandishing a fine black tricorn with a single white ostrich feather. Red tilted his head to one side, "Not an elephant?" "No elephants." "Aww..." Red grinned, then smiled shyly, "Thank you, Mother." He glanced away slightly, "You know... there is something I'd like..." He coughed slightly, "Aside from a kiss. Where's my birthday kiss?" Big wide eyes, with just the slightest touch of a naughty grin curling at the corners of his mouth. "Vicious -mean- pirate captains dont give birthday kisses, ask Norri!" evil grin back. "Nooooo, you wouldn't do that to me; or to Norri," Red gave her a pleading look, "I thought you wuved me Mowther," he mocked sniffled, holding out his arms, but unable to disguise his own wicked grin. She bopped him on the head again and then threw her arm around his neck like a choke hold. "Let's see this one ya.." She grabbed the hat again and shoved it on his head unceremoniously before stepping back to admire her work. Red stood there, looking a bit stupefied; his belt buckle was still loose, leaving his breaches almost falling down; his shirt was untucked, hanging loose at his neck, the laces untied, and his hair was a damp mess. Animated, it would be writhing and half of one boot was falling down. She'd never seen him in such a state. The hat, however, looked wonderful on him. Staring up at her with his light bluish-grey eyes, he somehow seemed very... "I guess this means you'll be ..." She dived under the cover of a pillow. "Needing a birthday cake." "MOTHER!" Red gasped in outrage, "You- you can't put 'eighty' on my birthday cake! You wouldn't be so mean!" He stared at her, then grabbed another pillow and threw it at her. "You-you fiend! You evil, wicked fiend! You vile, horrible, [imean[/i], terrible, -" a stream of like words followed - " vicious, mean pirate!" "Bwa ha ha... finally." She threw them back. Easily evading them, Red sidestepped and snatched the pillow from the floor and threw it back at her. "I'm - you horror! Guess my real age!" He bopped her on the head with the pillow. "Ok ok not eighty, sixty." She grabbed one and bashed him with it. (maturity level : 5) "M-ow!" Red smacked her back with the pillow across her belly, "You big, fat meany-head! You're the old one here! I bet you're... twenty-one thousand, three hundred and ninety-two!" "Waaah you hurt my feelings." Mess of fake tears. "Yes! You ugly, old, hag!" Red declared his victory triumphantly, "With wrinkles an' grey hair!" Panic, could vampires get grey hair? Dusk snatched the mirror beside her bed and checked her hair. "Yes!" Red grabbed her hair by her ear and held it up, "You see, right here; it's grey!" It wasn't, in actual fact; just the way Red had angled it to the light. Naughty boy. "Gah!" She flopped down onto the pillows they'd spread everywhere. Red poked her in the side, "I'm seventeen today, Mother." He gave her a long look, "You knew that already, didn't you?" "Sort of..." She answered, pouting at her hair. "At least after your barrage of 'hints'." "Just 'cause you can't add up, or subtract." Red stuck his tongue out at her, "'Cause you're getting old and have grey hair-" "I'll knock you out ye bilge rat!" She pounced him and tickled again. "Wah! Mother!" He begged, crumpling under her renewed assault, "I yield; I yield! Mercy!" "Are you sure?" He nodded solemnly, but held up his finger, "On a couple of conditions." "Oh?" She didn't stop at all. Gasping, he panted, "Mother- please - all right, all right; no conditions! You win!" "AHA." She stopped tickling, crossing her arms victoriously. "Buuuut..." Red fetched her a long look, "I still wanta hug. Pwease?" He held out his arms, as if he were a third of his age. "Are you sure you're seventeen?" "Nuh uh! Ammmm!" He stuck his arms out again, "An' you've still not heard what I really want." "Well then out with it." Attacks him with a bunch of pillows. "Gah!" Throwing himself at her, he clung and pressed up to her. Quietly, he said, "Adopt me, Mother." Dusk blushed, reaching around her and picking up her hat that had gotten down when they were rough housing. She sat there silently with distant eyes for about five seconds straight then sat up and closed her eyes, crossing her arms triumphantly again. "Ok." "...You don't have to;" He wrung his hands, not looking at her this time, "Only if you want to. 'Cause I don't want to make you feel forced, or..." "I decided so hush." She grinned, messing with his new hat. "Since I can't have a son.." "Well, yeah, I guess," He glanced away, then smiled up at her and held up two fingers, "But, there are a couple of conditions!" He pulled back before she could tickle him, "No making me scrub the deck! Or pots, or the kitchen or anything! No cleaning! Annnd! Andandand! No Norri as father or stepfather! Deal? Parlay?" He held out his hand. "Nope." Evil grin. "As my son I should be allowed to give you chores, you're still part of the crew... "As for Norri.... meh, no need to rush. Who needs a father anyway." "Well, when two people love each other very much..." He grinned, and made a face, "Nuuuh, no chores!" "Yes chores ye lil monster. There is no escape! Except of course, making the rest of the crew do it.." "But what about you! You don't do any chores!" ("That's cause I'm the captain!") (how di dyou know? :-O) ("I hate u TT" | no you don't XD" | "Shaddup TT. Cake!" | "Nevar! Mwhahah") "Of course not, that's because I'm the captain and you're not." Red sighed, "Fine... but... can't you just make me your cabin boy instead? 'Cause, I don't like scrubbing the deck. I feel icky and smelly afterwards and there aren't any proper baths around here... that wooden tub only goes so far... an'..." he looked up at her, "Stop grinning!" He poked her again, "Caketime?" "Hehe ok. Too late though, I already decided to adopt you." "Oh." His head hung in defeat, "Oh well," he brightened, then prodded her again, a little more insistently, "Cake time? Elephant-shaped cake? Since you won't let me have a real one," he pouted, "Say, if we go to India, will you get me some new clothes too? 'Cause," he glanced around sheepishly, "Tod stole half of mine an' the other half... I'm wearin' or are in my chest. And-and-and, if we can't get a new ship, can you build me a cabin? Please? It'd be easy enough to remodel the ship; see, I was thinking..." He looked up at her expectantly, "With a few alterations, we could expand some of the ship, and maximise cargo space without suffering structural damage. See, this ship is quite old and isn't very efficient. Sure, we have a few cannons, but we could add another deck! No really, we could, an' we could add another mast, and we'd go even faster; we'd be a real flagship of the seas! Bigger, faster ship and my own cabin! The only thing would be the cost! But if we're going to be plundering a really, really-” He grinned, “-wealthy country, we could do it easily! With the right wood, but that's all right, 'cause India has lots of trees." Red had hardly paused for breath, once. "No. No one's changing my ship." She frowned. "Buuuut," he sighed, "Your ship is oooold. What happens if we run up against the British? Or the East India Trading Company? How will we win?" "We've already survived them many many times before you came on board Red. I don't want to hear anything about altering my ship again. Am I clear?" "Yesmother," He sighed, "Anyway, caketime?" "Yes." She stood up and brushed off her coat and headed out toward the galley. "...You're leaving me here? I'm not even dressed properly!" Red stared after her, "An' where's my hug!" "Nope. Hurry and tidy yourself up or I will though." "So much for you being 'mother'," Red grumbled, "I should find a maid to dress me for me, like I had before - say, Mother, do you think...?" Dusk went out and closed the door. ((*Randomman jumps out of the cake.* Randomman: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAKEBROTHER RED!!!!! Ginko: why is he naked? -Random man's contribution ))
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Echoe
that girl with the mop
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Post by Echoe on Oct 17, 2008 2:49:05 GMT -5
For a moment, Echoe just sat there and stared at the scales and fins. Surely it was just some bizarre dream... Miyavi laughed nervously. "Ah, hate to bring ya out of your little world, but I'm gonna be fish jerky really soon..." "What? OH!" Echoe jumped up and quickly looked around, eyes quickly falling on Tod across the deck. "Hey! Hey! Can you help me!?" Miyavi grabbed the hem of her coat quickly. "Are you TRYing to get me killed?"
"Hum?" Tod glanced away from the sun and back at Echoe, "Oh hullo; it be ye." She smiled in greeting, unaware of her lack of pants, and then looked over at Myv. A day ago, she might have freaked out. That was a day ago. "Friend o' yers?" She inquired mildly, "He be lookin' a mite parched, aye? Shall we be puttin' 'im in ta tub?"
Echoe tried to stay upright as Miyavi used her knees to drag himself behind her. "Er, yeah actually that would be awesome. I don't think I can drag him around AND fill a bucket with water. Can you fill a bucket for me please?" She turned to Miyavi for a moment to scold him for trying to hide so obviously behind her.
"Or we could carry him between the two of us." Tod walked over to Myv, eyed him, and then picked him up as if he were a mere babe and dropped him over her shoulder. Yay for super-vampire strength? Shrugging slightly, she smiled apologetically, "He's not really that heavy; fish bones are quite light, you know," she patted his tail reassuringly, "and his torso and man-half really isn't that stocky; why, he's almost as thin as Red. So - to the tub then?"
Miyavi looked absolutly frightened. Silly wimpy defensless prince. "Er... sure. perhaps I should run ahead and fill the tub instead?" Echoe suggested, causing Miyavi to looked at her over Tods shoulder like a puppy being left behind forever.
"Shoire thing," Tod nodded to her shipmate, and glanced over her shoulder to Myv, "Quit yer squirmin' ye fishman, or I'll hafta be draggin' ye by ta tail down ta stairs. Ye'll behave for me, won't ye?"
Echoe nodded and turned to leave. "Don't cause her trouble. She's being quite friendly right now." And quickly ran off to fill the nearest tub. Miyavi whimpered but stopped squirming. "She's so mean..."
"Cap't's chambers, lass!" Tod called after her, then stopped before entering the stairwell, and gave Myv a sound slap over the tail, "I told ye ta quit yer whinin' fishboy. I deal with enuff o' this withou' ye addin' ta it, an' me patience be all but naught, ye 'ear?" She told him very sternly, as though talking to a small child - or Red, or Die. Was there any difference. "But I'm a priiiiince, why'm I bein carried around like luggage?" Understandably, a 6foot+ person squirming like a...fish, would start to get annoying. "Echoe totally abandoned me just now, didn't she? I should just jump ship! See how she feels when I'm not around!" "All right." Tod bent over and dropped him. Onto the deck. She could have pushed him off from full height, but she wasn't cruel; a short drop wouldn't hurt more than his ego. "Crawl away and throw yeself off ta ship then. Go on lad." She urged, knowing full well it would be quite a way for him to crawl. "On ye belly, loike a snakey. Off ye go." She paused and put her boot-toe to where his backside would have been, "Or do ye need a mite o' encouragement, lad?"
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Oct 17, 2008 2:59:58 GMT -5
Not entirely satisfied with her last answer (and feeling another Red-Die hybrid emerging), Tod decided to nip it in the bud. Boot still planted at his tail, she leant down close, and whispered, "If ye don't stop actin' ta spoilt brat... ye see ta rope o'er thar, near ta barrel yonder? I'll be loopin' it aroun' ye tail, noose-loike an' I'll be hangin' ye upsidedown from ta mast. An' ten, if ye still be bein' ta brat, I'll be bringin' me cap't ou' o'er 'ere. She be a viciou', mean, poiroit, don't ye know?" Tod smiled sweetly, "So ta choice be yers, laddie. Either I'll be bootin' ye to ta en' o ta ship, an' ye'll be crawlin' ta entire way between me boot, or ye'll be hangin' tail-end fro' ta mast, or ye can quit actin' loike ta spoilt fool, an' behave yeself loike ta prince ye claim taself ta be. No' which is it goin' ta be?"
(Ain't she just so sweet tempered?)
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Post by Randomman on Oct 17, 2008 3:21:50 GMT -5
Ginko let himself be dragged for a while before he was pretty sure his shoes where being worn out. "Where are we going?"
Randomman: Cake for me! Cake for you! huh? *Randomman stops his singing.* Randomman: Silly Cakebrother Ginko! Were going to a party! XD
"Huh?" He gave him a blank look.
*Randomman turns his face Ginko.* Randomman: Gi Ginko! You’ve never been to a party!? *Randomman starts crying.* Randomman: My poor cakebrother TT *Randomman stikes a pose of cakeness.* Randomman: Don't worry My Cakebrother! I will give you the best party you have never seen! ( what? : 3 )
Ginko looked awkward. "No that's not it.." He really couldn’t' remember any parties but still. "..Just...why are we celebrating?"
Randomman: Yohohohoho! Ginko! I have always given cake parties to new cakesisters and cakebrothers! but. *Randomman starts drawing circles on the deck floor.* Randomman: Big Gun the only one who joins my parties. It's like cakebrothers Norri, Red, Aramis, Cleaver, Blackbut, Die, and Kyo are trying to avoid my parties or something? TT
Randomman: Gi Gi Gi Gi Gi GI GI GI GI GI GI (dear god he's stuck in a loop form this sign of kindness XD )
Ginko patted him on the head. "Well, lead the way."
*Randomman not knowing what to say. He shakes his head and holds Ginkos hand and starts leading Ginko into his and Big Guns room.*
Randomman: Hm? *Randomman brings out a table and two chairs.* Randomman: What is it Cakebrother? *He starts setting out the silverware.*
"Nothing..." Ginko sits on their bed and watches Randomman curiously.
Randomman: Cake for me! Cake for you! *He lets out some cake and some kind of tea that wont make up its mind on what color it is.* Randomman: hmmmm whats next? *Randomman brings out a notebook.* Randomman: blah blah blah AHA! Candles! *Randomman takes out a log sized candle and stabs it inot the table.* Randomman: And now for some light! *Randomman spits some fire out of his mouth to light the candle.* Randomman: Hotshot! The moods set!
Ginko was leaning as far away from the candle as possible, slightly terrified at the whole spitting fire thing. "M-mood?"
*Randomman smiles* Randomman: Yuppers! Every party needs some candles Ginko! Come on take your seat so we can dig into the foodz!
"Um I'm alright right here...."
*Randomman does a double take.* Randomman: oh! *Randomman takes a seat.* Randomman: So cakebrother Ginko! Grab a price of anything you want! We have cake and cake and more cake and some more cake! "Thanks." Ginko sets down his box beside him on the floor and take a sniff of the strangely colored tea. He did his best not to let his disgust show on his face and gave it a tiny sip. "This is good." He forced. Then, sitting it down, he grabbed the cake and bit into it. "This is good!" This time he was serious.
*Randomman already on his tenth cake smiles.* Randomman: Glad you like it! *He starts eating the closest cake towards him.*
Ginko finishes his first bite of cake and continues working on his slice. "So, how long have you been working on this ship?"
Randomman: ummmmmmm *He lifts his head up trys to think. Some cake crumbs fall off his face.* Randomman: ummmmm oh! *Randomman looks at Ginko with a smile.* Randomman: I forget!
"Oh... that's alright, I can't remember my childhood."
Randomman: I just washed up on a island. That’s were I lived most of my life. Big Gun washed up there to and then something happened or something like that Yoho. *Randomman still smiling takes another cake to eat.*
"Where you just children at the time?" He takes out a cigarette. "You dont mind if I smoke?"
*Randomman nods his head with a mouth full of cake.* Randomman: Yuppers we grew up together! *He takes a drink of some of that color blind tea.*
"That must be nice." Ginko smiled and puffed a bit of his cigarette with relief. Not many mushi had followed him in here anyway.
Randomman: hmm I think we used to hang out with someone else but I can’t remember her name...maybe it was boot or something like that? *Randomman picks up another cake.* Randomman: Oh wellz its probly not important. *He takes a bite.*
"A boot??" Ginko laughed.
Randomman: Yohohoho! Yeah she was challenging Big Gun to all sorts of games.* Randomman walks off still talking.* Randomman: Then Big Gun starting wining a lot of the games and boot started acting a little odd. *Randomman comes back with another pitcher of tea and some cakes.*
Where does he get all this cake??
"Sounds like you had a lot of fun...:
Randomman: I think so. *Randomman sets down the cake and starts pouring the tea.* Randomman: But I can’t remember much besides that. I woke up as me you se. I think I lost my old self. *He takes a bite of cake.* Randomman: Yohoho I'm a bad host I should let you do more of the talking Ginko XD
"It's alright, I'm not very interesting." He takes a bite of cake.
Randomman: Lies! XD *Randomman leans against the table and looks at his hair.* Randomman: Your hair is like that ghost I keep on seeing...maybe you saw the big fish to hmmm? *Randomman looks like he’s deep in thought that or constipated.*
"Big...fish...?" Ginko looks confused. "I don't remember why I look like this...or how I lost my eye..."
Randomman: Hmmm you look a lot like him but he has to green eyes and ones not covered in shadowz stuff. That and you’re not running around naked. *Randomman stares blankly into his tea cup.* Randomman: Maybe he wants my clothes or something? Wait...can ghosts get colds cakebrother Ginko?
"I don't think so..."
"Where did you see this naked two eyed guy?" Ginko asked, he had started to believe him but now it was getting strange..
Randomman: um when I woke up He lead me to a big cake and just recently I saw him on that crazy cakeness island! *Randomman shakes his head trying to forget that nightmare of an island.* Randomman: Funny thing is this is the first time he’s ever spoken to me. Something about listing but my head starts hurting with a lot of peoples voices. Like their all crying out at once. And then he tells me I'm not listening! *Randomman makes a sour face and takes a bite out of his cake.* Randomman: I am sooo listing! What would I want to forget?
Ginko frowned, he was serious. "This isn't any mushi I've ever heard of...I"m sorry..I can't help you there."
*Randomman laughs.* Randomman: Yoho! Dont worry about it. I'm sure I will figure this all out some day... *Randomman stares at the table and jolts his head up suddly.* Randomman: You want some more cake Ginko?
"Eh? Oh no, thank you. I'm stuffed!"
Randomman: oh? Ok. Hm wonder where Big Gun is? *Elsewhere Bomber laughs and points at the bed.* Bomber: Big Gun! Quit hiding from me! *She laughs some more.* Bomber: Quit being so shy! And put this outfit on to! XD *Emma pulls on Bombers dress.* Emma: Mi Mistress! I can’t go outside like this! TT Bomber: Silence sheep maid! Now help me get this cute little bunny into this outfit! Emma: Yes mistress. TT
*Big Gun gets pulled out of the bed.* Big Gun: No I can’t wear that outfit its to revealing! TT Bomber: Aw hush love! *Bomber and Emma tackle Big Gun and start undressing her.* Big Gun: No stop that! TT Bomber: There all done! *Bomber and Emma step back to admire their work.* Emma: You do cute Miss Gun.. Big Gun: It looks like something straight out of a crazy role-play game! TT *She makes a run to the bed. But someone grabs her arm.* Bomber: Fufufu nonono my love. The Blackbut needs some pretty little ladies to help him run the shop. Plus.. *She gives Big Gun a scary look.* Bomber: Your man might like to see you like this Fufufufu. *Big Gun blushes. She starts hiding under the bed.* Bomber and Emma: Would you stop that! XD Ginko looks around. "I haven't seen her since that guy with the knives tried to kill me..."
Randomman: hmm Oh! Maybe she’s looking for cake invaders!
"What are these cake invaders you always talk about? Are they some kind of mushi?"
Randomman: Nah. Cake invaders killed my old self and made Big Gun lose her old self to. A lot of the cake invaders work for that Nightcoast group.
"Night coast group??"
Randomman: Yuppers. They like to make weapons and stuff. This one guy named Doc. Was the first cake invader I saw when I woke up as the new me.
"I see... do other people know about this organization?" Is he crazy or telling the truth..
Randomman: Um the English navy and some other places are helping them out by funding them and what not with the promise of their best weapons yet. *Randomman eyes some cake.* Randomman: Their hunting me and Big Gun now cause we know something we don’t remember. Yohoho isn’t that funny? *Randomman starts nibbling on his cake.*
"Funny..." I -really- don't want to be involved.... "Say, you don't know when this ship makes port by any chance do you?" Randomman: Port what’s that?
"........."
Randomman: We usually just crash into stuff when we get close to land. Like at that one island or Tutu! *Randomman smiles.* Randomman: Tutu is coolz Ginko! I have to take you there sometime! They have cake!
"Sounds good." Ginko smiled, not knowing what on earth he was talking about. "You should take me soon, I um...get seasick."
Randomman: oh you get sick on the sea? * He puts his hand on Ginkos head.* Randomman: You don’t seem sick to me.
"Oh, I haven't been at sea long enough yet."
"I really need to get back to my country so I can sell more, er, provide medicine for those who need it."
He shoos away a mushi that keeps floating around his head.
Randomman: Squishy! *He starts trying to get the mushi to eat some cake.* Randomman: ....what’s an India cakebrother Ginko?
"'India'? That's a country south east of China, why?"
Randomman: I think were going there... right Squishy? *The mushi eats the cake.* Randomman: Woot! He likes it!
"The mushi here it cake? WAIT, INDIA?"
Randomman: Silly cakebrother everyone likes cake!
"Wh...what if India has no cake?"
*Randomman fliches.* Randomman: Why would they not have any cake cakebrother Ginko? TT
"hmm."
Ginko lit another cigarette, the mushi eating the cake didn't seem that bothered though.
Ginko looks surprised. "What's this? How long have these mushi been inside of you?"
Randomman: um since I woke up as the new me I think? *The mushi eat some more cake and go make to hide in Randomman. Another two mushi come out of him.* Randomman: I think I’m some kind of house or something...
"So it seems... they don't seem to be harming you except...they could be linked to your memory loss." Ginko opened his box and started rummaging through his notes.
Ginko laid his notes out on the table, away from the scary candle and began looking them over.
*Randomman and the swarm of cake mushi look over Ginkos shoulder.* Randomman: OooooOOOoooOO *The mushi make a buzzing sound like some kind of bee.* "This can't be right..." Ginko looked shocked and embarrassed.
"They're completely harmless."
"All they do is....eat cake..."
Randomman: Is that a bad thing? *The swarm rushes inside Randomman bringing every cake on the table with them.*
"No, it's good. I haven't seen this sort of mushi before. Mind if I make some notes?"
Randomman: Um sure I dont mind. *The buzzing stops.* Randomman: Woot! That was some good cake!
(Mushi plus cake equals cake mushi! yahz cake mushi!!!!! XD)
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Oct 19, 2008 3:36:49 GMT -5
Darting after the vicious, mean, pirate captain, Red's eyes were wide. Only half dressed, he tackled-hugged her and clung to her legs. "There's a - some wierd mop-girl walked in while I was changing!" He protested, clinging to her.
Dusk sighed. "Her name is Echoe she's been here the whole time. Dunno why she did that though." She looked down at Red suspiciously and tried to kick him off with out causing any mortal injuries.
"Gah!" Red rolled away and covered his head, "Mo-oooother!" he complained, curling up, "That's not nice! And I was changing!" He gave her a long look, then shrugged, "Anyway, I want to hear more about In-dee-aaah!"
Dusk sighed heavily, trying to think of some highly important captainly duties she had to perform instead.
"Or," Red paused and looked up at her, more seriously, "How about you teach me how to captain a ship?"
"I thought you wanted cake. Get off me so I can walk..." (get off or i smack you and poke you in the eye)
"Why're you so cold?" If Red had been Random man, and everyone was grateful he was not, the appropriate image to use would be 'TT'. Red stood up, and poked her, "I do," More seriously he added, "But how long until we catch that ship? The one you're chasing. I mean, what will we do once we find it?"
Red paused, "And all those bakers Tod 'saved' when we were at the ball should be onboard. Somewhere."
"Bakers? Oh..they've been on the other ship."
"Oh. Which ship? The one Tod er..." Red flushed crimson, "I mean, I... sorry about that. I am sorry about that Mother. I won't run away again..." He looked away, then glanced back, "Forgive me?"
"Yeah, I forgive you but... try not to blow up ships next time."
"I... what?" Red blushed harder, "That- that wasn't me! Honestly Mother! It's your fleet; I wouldn't- that'd be - what if we were attack- say, where is the rest of the fleet anyway? We had what, four ships? What happened to the 'rainbow' ship?"
Dusk sighed. "The rainbow ship sank, you and Tod saw the the ship Keyes was captaining and the other probably got lost somewhere being manned by a sloth or something odd Aramis decided on."
"Oh. How'd it sink... and a sloth? Huh? I didn't- well," He sighed, "if beings like vampires exist... er, say, I'm not really meant to mention that, am I?"
Dusk bopped him on the head with her hand. "No you're not supposed to."
"Oh." Red took her hand, "So, where are we goin'?" Looking around, he asked again, "And how'd the ship sink?"
(Red - like all little (and not so little) boys, he likes to collect things. Norri likes to collect swords; Red likes to collect ships.)
"I don't know, it just sank when we took its captain on board. We're going to the galley to get cake too! Stop spacing!" She opened the nearest door and shoved him in and then started rumaging for Randomman's hidden cake storage.
"Gah!" Red stumbled in muttering, suddenly feeling a overwhelming 'sensation', as if, the entire universe had stopped, stared and started laughing; 'stop spacing' from Dusk? Surely the world would end...
Red stood there looking bemused for a moment.
Dusk picked through the galley for a moment before stopping. "He's taken it!." She grabbed Red's arm and dragged him out of the galley and across the ship.
"Gah! Who's taken it?" Red asked as he found himself pulled across the ship. Flashbacks of when he was a toddler hit him; only he wasn't sure who was dragging him, only that he was. This felt the same.
"Randomman always has cake stashed away -somewhere- on the ship, the hard part is just tracking him down. I'll try his cabin." She swung open and door, nearly hitting that weird old guy from before.
"Huh? Who're you?" Red blurted, seeing yet another stranger, "Mother - why are there more strange people on the ship? Where do they come from?"
"You know, I'm not actually sure where they old guy came from, but he's old so he can't be any trouble. Ginko glared up at her indignantly.
Red peered at him as if he were a child in a petting zoo faced with a bizarre creature, "How old is he then? He looks like he's maybe, thirty. That's old."
Dusk's eyes widened. "What?! Thirty is -not- old!"
"Sure it is." Red eyed her, and poked her in the arm, "But you're not a day over twenty, are you Mother? "I mean, you don't look it..."
"I a- er of course. Where did you get thirty from anyway?" She glanced down at the old guy.
"Well, it's the hair. Everyone goes grey at thirty..."
"WHAT?!" She glared at the old man. "How old -are- you?" He looked confused and gave her a shrug. "Thirty three or so." "NOOO!"
Red stared at her confused, then kissed her cheek, "Mother, you look beautiful." Then he paused, "Why, how old are you, anyway?"
"I already told you! You never ask that of a lady!"
"But... but you're mother." Red looked abashed, "Sorry." He paused, then held up her hair, "You'd look really nice with silver hair, though. I mean, you already look lovely, but... silver would suit you too. Not so sure about grey."
He sounded as if he was genuinely contemplating it, images of grey-haired Dusk running through his mind.
...And then in an old maid's outfit.
Dusk slapped him. "Jerk! No cake for you!"
"OW!" Red flinched back, "Mother-" He studied the floor, "I - forgive me?"
Inwardly, he made a mental note to buy her hair dye.
Ginko began to put away his notes before anyone could get killed. Blood tended to ruin field notes rather quickly.
"No. You can't just go around saying things like that!"
"But... I don't understand why you're so caught up on it-"
Ginko wondered inwardly if his age was the cause of his unique hair coloration, but then he remembered it had always been like that.. oh well.
"Does it even matter why?" Dusk glared.
"...But you're Mother... of course it matters." Red hung his head in shame, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. You'd be beautiful no matter what your hair colour is." He sighed sadly, then brightened as he looked up, "You know, I hear that they do some really great purple dye-"
"If you don't stop now I'm going to make your life a living-" She sighed, now now he was just a child. "...chore!"
"Fine, fine!" Red grumbled, "but you'll grow fat before you ever grow old and grey haired, so I don't know what you're worried about..."
He rubbed his cheek, "'Sides, I thought you said-"
Dusks eyes glowed red, and she was suddenly holding him off the ground by his neck.
Ginko took a couple of steps back as subtly as he could...
"ReeEed..." When she realized she was about to eviscerate the poor boy she dropped him and exited very quickly with the slam of a door.
Red tilted his head, looked mildly surprised, and chased after her. Catching her by the hand, he stepped in front of her and demanded, "What? That only happens when you're fifty. How many old people do you know who aren't fat? Unless they're really small." He stared at her, then looked away, "You'll never be old though. You'll always be beautiful. Nothing could ever change that. And. Even if you do go grey, you've got your hats. You could wear a wig like Norri. But you won't. So. Why are you upset?"
Dusk's face went blank. "A wig like Norri?" She resisted giggling despite her rage. "No, that's because of his bald spot." Innocent smile.
"Bald spot? I thought it was because he was old, and almost fat, and very grey." Red blinked, then sighed, "You weren't this mad when me 'n Tod jumped ship. I don't know why you get so upset about wrinkles and grey hair." He shrugged and brightened, "You know, I heard that putting snails on your skin, where you've got wrinkles, makes them go away a bit. Honest! Swear on anything you want me to!"
"Actually there are only certain mushi that resemble slugs that have that particul-" "Shut it old man! Now Red..." Dusk considered a moment. "you should tell Tod that treatment at some point, you know, in case she's also worried about wrinkles and grey hair..."
Red stared at Dusk, "Are you sure Mother? I know Tod says she's not a lady an' all, but... she's really very pretty. I think she makes a lovely lady. Don't you?" He was absolutely serious in his earnestness as he stared at Dusk. It would seem Tod was a lady, but on account of Dusk being 'mother', she wasn't.
"But... I'll tell her. Fish oil's meant to be good for you too. Lots of fish so you won't get fat."
As if reason had finally struck him, Red added hastily, "Not that you're fat, Mother. Well, not yet. Maybe when you're fifty, but that's thirty years away, isn't it?"
"NO! I mean, yes that is thirty years away. Gah.. Why are you even out her old fart." Ginko shrugged, not remembering following them out. "Pay attention to where you're going!" "Red, ask him for your cake, I need to...take a nap!"
"Noooo," Red grabbed her hand, "but Mother, being fat is meant to be a sign of success and wealth throughout the world. Look at the-" He paused, thinking better than to run off an entire list of people, starting with the Sumo wrestlers he'd heard tales of. "You have to be there." He tugged at her hand, "You're Mother. It's not the same without you. Please? I won't mention grey hair, or wrinkles, or how eating cake makes you fat if you eat too much of it! Honest! If it upsets you, I won't mention it. Even if Norri is grey, and growing fat."
Norrington sneezed again, this time listening in on them with his vampire sense. "GOD DAMN THAT LITTLE ****" ****
Dusk sighed again, then jumped as she heard what sounded like some sort of explosion. "Red..." She rubbed her temples in frustration.
Red leaned in and kissed her cheek, then whispered in her ear, "But you're a vampire, so you'll never grow old, or grey, or fat, or wrinkled, 'cause you're undying. That's what being immortal means. “So I don't know why you're worried." He finished finally, sounding reasonable.
"Hmmm....you're right." She brushed off her coat. "..........." She glared suddenly. "No cake."
He looked at the planking, then smiled and hugged her tightly around the neck, "I love you Mother. Thank you for looking out for me; you don't want me to grow fat from eating too much cake. You're so kind to me," he sighed, "I'm so glad you're Mother; nothing makes me happier than being here with you an' Tod. Although," He added, breaking the sudden sentimental moment, "it might be nice if Norri stopped acting like he'd sat on a stick."
This time the sound of something breaking, and was that someone hollering in pain, could be heard throughout the ship by all.
"So, will you make me flapjack instead, Mother?"
"No..."
"Cookies?"
"No."
"Shortbread?"
Ginko sighed and went back to collect a sample of the most useless mushi in the wo- the new species of mushi he had discovered.
Dusk glared. "No."
Ginko returned with a jar of nothing, which cake started to pour out from. He handed it to Dusk. "What... are you trying to make me fat?" Glare.
"Huh? No, of course not Mother. It's just... in England, we celebrate birthdays, an' you said we wouldn't fight today, soooo, I was hoping for birthday cake, but if you say 'no'..." He looked sad, but shrugged, "I'll live with it, 'cause you're Mother and you know best."
"Um...here..." She handed him the useless jar that kept spewing cake.
Red stared at it, then set it gingerly to one side, "It's not the same." He sighed even more dejectedly than before, "I thought you were going to bake me one."
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Post by Captain Dusk Rose on Oct 19, 2008 3:39:17 GMT -5
"Oh. I don't know how."
"Oh. Well, we could make one together." Red smiled excitedly. "It's like being given flowers; if say, Norri just picked you random flowers, from the side of the road, it wouldn't mean as much as if he'd grown them himself. Or, if someone else had just - well, if he'd robbed someone else's flowers. Well, maybe, because he's a nasty, smelly, good for nothing pirate now - you're a wonderful, vicious, mean, loving, best-pirate-in-the-world pirate captain, Mother," (suckup), "but him? Well, you see what I mean? That's how girls think, isn't it? Sort of?"
Dusk hoped they weren't going to start sinking after Norri's reaction.
"I mean, you have to be the best pirate captain in the world, 'cause this ol' tub - er, I mean, magnificent ship is past her hayday, and so, she has to be the best ship in the world too, because you won't upgrade her..."
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Post by Randomman on Oct 19, 2008 20:46:38 GMT -5
Randomman: Zomg! *Randomman picks up the jar that makes cakes.* Randomman: I’ve got a jar of cake! I’ve got a jar of cake! And guess what’s inside it? *Randomman starts dancing around the room with the jar. His singing becomes even more unclear as he starts eating the cakes randomly popping out of nowhere.*
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Post by Randomman on Oct 20, 2008 1:33:44 GMT -5
*Emma and Big Gun exit form Blackbeard's pub.* Blackbeard voice: Thanks for helping out girls! Emma and Big Gun: No problem Goodnight! *Emma and Big Gun bow and start heading home. You can overhear Blackbeard yelling at someone for breaking a glass.* Emma: That wasn’t so bad. Big Gun: yah. *Emma giggles.* Emma: Remember when that pirate with the tutu started dancing! XD Big Gun: heh yeah that was funny. Old Blackbut had to tie a rope around his neck just to keep him under control. *They both cry from laughing so hard.* Emma: I’m really glad you worked beside me Miss. Gun. I though someone as strong as you would just ignore Mistress Bombers order and just run away from the job. Big Gun: I’m not that strong…. Emma: Yah right! No one could beat you Miss Gun! Big Gun: No. Emma: Hm? Big Gun: It just felt wrong leaving you by yourself around that kind of environment. That’s why I took the job… *Emma blushes.* Emma to herself: She’s so cool XD *The cool sea air blows a little harder.* Emma: Brr. Hm? Miss Gun? Big Gun: Yes Emma. Emma: Aren’t you cold? Big Gun: My cabin not too far. I’ll live. Emma: But but what if you catch a cold Miss. Gun! Please won’t you stay with me and Mr. Kitty tonight? I can brew us some hot tea and some tipsy cake if you fancy that? Big Gun: …..Alright. Big Gun to herself: I need to get out of this clothes and back into my armor anyways.. Emma to herself: She said yes!!!! XD Emma: Thank thank you Miss Gun! Big Gun: Not at all. Thank you for inviting me. *Emma fidgets and starts waving her hands in the air.* Emma: Nononono Miss. Gun! It is I who should be thanking you! You really helped me out by explaining that my horns were just part of a costume. I don’t know what would have happened if they new the truth.. Big Gun: Don’t worry Emma. Bomber said the effects of that drink should fade by tomorrow morning. That is if it’s not another one her lies… Emma: I believe my mistress is telling the truth. She’s really a nice person when you get to know her. *Big Gun smiles.* Big Gun: True. But what she did this time was a little over the top. *She looks at sheep horn Emma in her usual French maid outfit.* Big Gun: I would rather be wearing that then this outfit. Though..Its a lot cuter on someone your age. Emma: You would look good in anything Miss. Gun! I I wish I had more of your figure.. Big Gun: Don’t worry you’re probably going to grow taller then me. *Emma giggles.* Emma: Taller then you Miss Gun? Big Gun: I would rather have your body type to tell you the truth. Emma: Wha why? Big Gun: You’re a lot cuter. *Emma looks at bunny eared Big Gun in her skimpy outfit.* Emma: That’s that’s not true! You’re cute just the way you are! Big Gun: …… *The cold air picks up. Big Guns shoulder moves barely an inch.* Emma: Here Miss. Gun. *She holds Big Guns hand.* Emma: Now you won’t be as cold. Big Gun: Oh. Thank you. *Emmas face turns bright red.* Emma to herself: I I touched her hand! I touched Miss. Guns hand! XD *Big Gun looks at Emma.* Big Gun: Are you alright? *Emma face turns bright red. She hides her face from Big Gun as best as she can.* Emma: Ye ye ye ye yes Miss. Gun! It’s just that ummm cold air makes my face turn red! Big Gun: Oh. Alright. We better get you inside then. I can make the tea for you. *Emma enters the room first and blocks Big Guns way to the tea.* Emma: Nonono that’s alright Miss Gun! Really! *She starts pushing Big Gun to the bed.* Emma: I’m feeling a lot better! Just take a seat on the bed and I will have the tea and the cakes right over. Big Gun: Oh. Are you sure that alright. What about your head? Emma: I’m fine really Miss Gun! Big Gun: Oh. Ok. *Big Gun takes a seat on the bed. Mr. Kitty climbs over Big Guns lap and takes a nap.* Big Gun: …Cute. *Big Gun smiles and starts petting the sleepy blond cat. Emma comes back with a tray with some tipsy cake and some tea.* Emma: Sorry about the wait. Big Gun: Not at all. *Emma giggles.* Emma: Mr. Kitty sure likes you. *Big Gun smiles.* Big Gun: It would appear so. *Emma sits on the bed next to Big Gun. She sets the try of food and drinks on a fold out table close to the bed.* Emma: I’ve seen a blond cat before. *She starts petting Mr. Kitty.* Big Gun: Neither have I. *Big Gun smiles at the little cat.* Emma: And he’s fur is so soft and fuzzy! Big Gun: Yes. He’s very beautifully. --------------------------------------------- Bomber: Ok. I’m back. *Bomber opens the door carrying what seems to be Big Guns armor.* Bomber: Sorry about the wait…. *She looks at the bed. Emma is resting her head on Big Guns lap. Cat Cleaver is also sleeping on Big Guns lap as well.* Bomber: Fufufufu She fell asleep with those two. *She sets the armor down on the floor and inspects the table with the empty food tray.* Bomber: heh. If I knew you were making tipsy cake I would I have been here sooner. *She looks at tea pitcher.* Bomber: hmm it’s empty to. *She smiles at the sleepyheads.* Bomber: Fufufu I guess we all had a busy day huh? *Bomber moves the table away from the bed. She yawns.* Bomber: Ahhh. Bed time for me as well. *Bomber locks the door before getting on the bed. She goes behind Big Gun and gently pulls her down her chest. Cleaver and Emma are still sleeping soundly on Big Gun lap. Bomber chuckles at cute scene of everyone sleeping together on the bed.* Bomber: Sweet dreams everyone.
(No sheep maids, bunny girls, or shark cat man things were harmed in Bombers evil plans.)
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Oct 20, 2008 3:17:09 GMT -5
"Another word from you and you're swabbing the deck. Twice!" The rage could virtually be seen steaming off of her.
"...For suggesting you were the best pirate in the world?" - At least, that's what Red's look said. Openly he said nothing.
"...For insulting my ship of course... anyway.... about that cake...
Red stared, how had he insulted her ship. He had simply spoken the truth.
Ginko had absently rolled a cigarette out of habit, and now he was rubbing it on the ship railing. "Not the woodwork!!!" Dusk nearly threw him overboard.
The mushi that had been swarming around his head scattered and he was left to face his prospective death alone.
Red caught Dusk's arm, "Mother," he pleaded, "You can't kill him; he's just an old, grey-haired man."
"Yeah... I can't defend myself..."
"He's only thirty-three!!"
"Yes, see! Old!" Red tugged her wrist, "Can't you make him swab the decks, instead?" He suggested brightly.
Dusk considered this optimistically, then looked at the old man suspiciously. "No, he'll probably ruin them. Useless old fart...
"Well, how about keelhauling him? Or making him spend the night lashed to the mast?" Red suggested with a shrug, then looked at the 'old man', "but that might kill him too. Hmm..."
"Hm..." Ginko hoped they weren't serious. What kind of ship was this (apart from mildly, no, very insane). "No, too much work."
Red lowered his tone, "You could always march up to him, scary-like, you're so good at that, and then tell him if he ever, ever does that again, you'll throw him in the brig for ten whole days - and not let him bathe!"
"It doesn't matter. As long as he doesn't smoke." She confiscated his cigarettes. "Hey, with out those your ship will be swarming with mu-" "-mashed potatoes? Not risking my deck.
Red poked at the cigarettes, "What are those?" He eyed them, then sniffed, "Ugh, they smell strange."
"It's none of your business!" Ginko attempted to snatch them back but Dusk was too quick. "Doesn't matter as long as my deck is safe." (priorities)
"Throw them overboard," Red suggested sweetly, "See if he dives after them?"
"Hmm" Duks's eyes gleamed evilly. "..." Ginko glared, those had cost him a fortune. "I'll save them just in case I need any leverage."
"Well, you can always throw them overboard later... I suppose..."
"Of course I an, I'm captain."
"Of course; you're Mother." Red smiled, hugging her on impulse.
Dusk would have hit him but for the hug.
"What's he doing here anyway?"
(posted with a mushi-lover)
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Post by Lord Redcoat on Oct 20, 2008 4:09:13 GMT -5
"I got thro...I .... had to leave the other ship I was on and then Randomman and his girlfriend helped me onto the ship from my longboat."
"Righto.......Randomman."
"Who?"
"You know that crazy cake guy." Dusk brushed him off. Ginko nodded.
"Oh. The one who names everyone 'cakebrother' or 'cakesister'?" Red made a face, "How'd he find you, anyway?"
"Yeah he's the one. My longboat happened to pass by where your ship was going. That's it." He shrugged. "It turned out to be convenient for your mop girl.." Somehow his hint at being a hero failed at the word 'mop' and died when it hit the air.
Dusk sighed and poked the jar-of-cake-singing Randomman. "Is that what happened?"
"Gah! Where did you come from?" Red blinked and jumped back.
*Randomman smiles: yuppers capt!
"He's -been- there Red, pay attention."
"Nuuuh he wasn't!"
"Hush."
"Yes mother."
((ginko: ......is this really tehcaptain?))
Randomman: hey Capt! Give cakebrother Ginko his death sticks backz. *Randomman flails around like hes possessed by some vengeful cake spirt.* Randomman: He smokes to keep away grumpy squishys...they might cut the ship in half yah?
Red muttered under his breath, "Where's Capri...?"
(oh shit more fanservice? XD)
The pearl had still not dissolved. Squishies? Ha.
Ginko looked hopeful. "'Death sticks'?" Dusk looked at Randomman.
"Cut the ship in half?" Red poked Dusk in the arm, "Your precious ship!"
"My preicous deck!"
"Um 'captain' there might be a slight problem with-' "Silence. Take this dreadful things back" She chucked them at him. "But if I see so much as one spot on my deck (or railing) you're overboard, got it?" "Sure.." "Hm??!" "Yes ma'am-captain."
Red shot Dusk a sulky look, then muttered to himself, "Crazy cake man is insane; she trusts his word for a stranger? Squishies don't even exist...
"She doesn't make him scrub the deck either..."
"You didn't think other things existed either." (like santa)
"Well, they don't." Red pouted, "I'm in despair."
(shows wha tyou know!) (the easter bunny was crucified and eaten. shows what /you/ know) (nom nom)
Randomman smiles: Squishies exist! Like the big one thats on you right now.
"You're insane." Red gave Randomman a flat look. "Stay away from me. Tod warned me about you."
Randomman: Nah I'm Randomman. Not insane! silly cakebrother Red! XD *Randomman grabs a cake from the jar and puts it next to the floor.* Randomman: There you go Squishy a nice cake for..*The cake is smashed by an invisible force.* Randomman: you!!!!! omg not the cake! TT *Randomman starts picking up the cake and tries to put it back together. but fails. Randomman gets a unhappy look in eye*
Randmman: cake invader....
"How dare you call me 'cakebrother'!" Red look flustered, then looked around for his sabre and gloves, preparing to slap Randomman across the face, intent on provoking a duel. "I'll 'cake invader' you!"
Sadly, Red's gloves and sabre were back in Dusk's cabin.
Ginko shooed away the grumpy mushi. "Don't touch those ones. Here..." He caught another cake mushi in a jar and handed it to Randomman.
*Randomman starts nibbling on the cake not showing the sightest clue of that bloodlust glare in his eye.*
"Mother?" Red asked innocently, "May I borrow something of yours? Just for a few moments?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No still."
"...Mother, you're being mean. You don't even know what I want, or want it for..."
"I don't have to, I'm captain."
"You're mother," He looked sad, "anyway... cake?"
(Written with a cake-crazed native, and one he calls "capt")
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Echoe
that girl with the mop
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Post by Echoe on Oct 21, 2008 4:10:57 GMT -5
Miyavi looked positivly mortified and cried. "I'm gonna be turned into sashimi before I can go hoome..." "No one's turning you into sashimi." Echoe stepped out of the room, wrinkling her nose a bit. "Would you please stop torturing him? It only makes him whine louder." She ignored the grateful whimpering. "The tubs full. I wish that kid had stayed and helped, but he ran away rather quickly."
Tod put her boot on his tail-end, "An' if he don't stop 'is whinin', I'll be tyin' 'im ta tha' figurehead." She nudged him gently, "Now, are ye goin' ta behave proper loike fer me or not?"
"Yes yes of course of course! Echoeeeee help meeeeee..." Miyavi tried to squirm his way over to Echoe. Echoe sighed and crossed her arms briefly. "You're so pathetic. Almost as bad as the sea urchin head." She reached down and grabbed him under his arms. "Let's get him in there. Maybe he'll shut up." Miyavi makes a wierd happy noise. "~<3"
Tod sighed, then walked over to Echoe and murmured in her ear, "Wa's with all ta whiny little boys on board? Lemme carry him;" she reached under Myv easily and hoisted him back on her shoulder, "By ta way, ye lofferboy Die be lookin' fer ye. Or 'e was."
Tod cocked her head to one side, "I really oughta get 'is pants down from there."
Echoe stood aside and scoffed when she heard Die referred to as her loverboy. "He wishes." Echoe looked up to the flying pants. "I was wondering who those belonged to..." Miyavi wasn't too pleased with being in Tods grip again but fell quiet when he heard about Die. ...competition? No good! He shook his fist in front of him and made a determined face. (he's smiling oddly to anyone else)
I will be victorious! Echoe narrowed her eyes when she saw him. "What the hell are you thinking?" Miyavi quickly turned embarrassed. "Oh, nothing. Just, um, looking forward to that bath eheheh..." He grins cheesy. Echoe frowns, suspicious.
Tod pinched him firmly on his tail, as if he were a bar wench, and smiled sweetly, "Ah, ain' 'e cute; lookit, he's lookin' forward ta havin' his bath... we're goin' ta scrub ye back an' make ye all noice an' clean, an' soap ye hair..." She patted his head, "An' yer no' goin' ta complain 'bout it once." She leaned in and whispered, "Or I'll be tellin' ye lass 'ere ho' much ta other lad loffs her."
Ooh blackmail. Aloud to Echoe, Tod mentioned, "Also, was it ye who was makin' all ta noise earlia, or be it Mister ex-I've got a stick lodged up me arse-commodore -it's so far up it be in me throat - Norrington throwin' a girlish tantrum again?"
Now she be a vampire, she could take him too! Arr. ...Dusk might object to her super-strength vampire kick if it took out his groin though...
While Miyavi cowered in fear of the thought of Tod scrubbing him rather than Echoe doing so, Echoe seriously thought about Tods question. "...both possibly. But must you talk about Mr. Norrington so harshly?" She points/waves in the direction of the bath to imply they should start moving. Miyavi quickly looks at Echoe. MR. Norrington? No way!
"Well, 'e," Tod scratched her head slightly, "be a bit two-faced, ye see, lass. He be preachin' about discipline, loike, 'an lashin' others ta tha mast, but 'e 'imself be a bit o a drunkard, loike. See, he be puttin' on airs loike a nobleman, bu' actually, he be a wee bit smellier than ta rest o' us, an' a dirty poirot, loike, so... ta tell ye ta truth, I loikes ta tease 'im about it." She smiled, and ruffled Myv's hair, then added for his ears alone, "An' he be really handsome loike, too. Better lookin' even, than ye - an' I knows it, I does. He be havin' it where it counts, tail-me-lad."
(She's referring to having seen Norri and Dusk 'go at it' when she shoved Red into their cabin all that time ago)
Miyavi paled slightly as Echoe shrugged. "He's still my superior and has gotten me out of some wierd situations." She suddenly remembered something. "Oh, have you seen Cleaver-san? I want to thank him for getting my message to the captain. Maybe I'll ask Randomman to get him some cake..." Miyavi's mind was swimming in circles like an anxious fish in a bowl.
"Nay, lass, bu' I be seein' Crazed-Cake guy o'er yonder; some ol' guy too - he be lookin' about Die's age, methinks." Tod paused, and patted Myv's back, almost affectionately. She took a step down the stairs, "Mind ye head, lad." She cautioned, placing her hand on Myv's head and holding him down anyway, "Bangin' it will hurt, trust moi, an' ta be honest, tha be enough 'bangin' around 'ere. Old Norri 'I loikes ta taste me own... stick' be bangin' around a lot. He be keepin' up all ta lasses an' ta lads, ye know." Tod smiled angelically, "His noise be gettin' around, wouldn't ye say, Echoe?"
Elsewhere, Dusk blushed at Tod's comment.
Knowing full well Norri could hear her, Tod turned her head and murmured to the wind, "Ye can spank me fer it later, capt. Alone loike."
Inwardly, she grinned, 'If tha no be sending Norri inta a fury, I dunno what will.'
Echoe nodded as they headed down the stairs. "Unfortunately I have to agree on the noise level." She looked at Miyavi. "I think we should hurry. He looks about ready to faint.
Ushering Myv into Dusk's cabin, Tod lowered him - surprisingly gently - into the tub, keeping his head above the water-level.
Slapping his cheek lightly - more of a pat really, - she muttered, "Psst, wake up."
Miyavi opened his eyes and looked at Tod. He mumbled while Echoe noisily moved some boxes into the room for seats. "These new problems have left me in despair. I must plan carefully now." He sank his head under the water and breathed deeply, realizing how much he missed the water.
Echoe peered into the tub at the happy looking merperson. "Well, guess that did the trick."
With a rather odd grin, Tod held up a bottle, "Bath time!" Then she tossed the bottle to Echoe, tackled Myv and pinned his arms down, placing him in a headlock of sorts.
Echoe caught the bottle and sighed as Tod tackled the poor prince, who was struggling with all his might and throwing water everywhere. "You have a thing for causing men discomfort, don't you? Miyavi, you can calm down. It's just some oil for your scales, ok?"
Miyavi looked at her as she held the bottle up, his hands still trying to pry Tod's arms off. "Nnnnnnnnnnnn Make 'er leggo, she's crushin' my gills... I promise I'll sit still."
Tod laughed, and kissed Myv on the top of his head, "I just be teasin' 'im. Don't mean no harm." She winked at Echoe, and released Myv. One had to wonder if her playing 'good cop bad cop' was deliberate...
Miyavi was stupified for a moment, then practically threw himself over to the other side of the tub where Echoe was standing and grabbed her hand. "She kissed me! I didn't want her to but she did! I'm not cheating I swear! Please don't hate me!"
Echoe blinked in surprise. "...'the hell are you going on about now? All she did was kiss the top of your head. She's just wierd like that." She looked up at Tod. "No offense."
Tod grinned, winked at Myv, then blew Echoe a kiss, sauntered over to her and hugged her around the neck. Grinning even more evilly, she pecked Echoe on the cheek, and purred, "Ahh, I forgive ye, lass." Laughing with a full throated chuckle, her eyes danced, "I'll be leavin' ye two to it. I'm off in search o' Norri now, or mayhaps Reddie."
Echoe put up with Tod's attentions with a sideways glance at the wall. "You go do that. If you run into the captain can ya point her our way? Maybe see if she has a pair of pants you can wear as well?" Miyavi was staring at the two of them dumbfounded until he realized what Echoe was saying and looked down, then away with a slight blush. "I didn't see anything! I swear!"
"'E's a twit, ain't 'e?" Tod laughed again, "Adorable though. Looks like ye got yeself a real 'catch' tha, lass." Tod's eyes danced wickedly at her pun, "An' aye, I'll be takin' these, thankin' ye." She grabbed her breaches, then gave Myv an odd look, "Fer ta lad's sake, I'll put 'em on outside. 'E might faint if I dress in front ta 'im." She shook her head and muttered, "Worse than Red. Did nay think it possible, but 'ere it is before me very eyes..." She sighed, "ah well." Glancing over at Echoe, she nodded, "Aye, I'll do just that."
With a final look towards, Myv, she waggled her finger, "Now ye be a good lad for 'Mistress Echoe', or 'Fisherwoman Tod'll' be back fer ye." Grinning, she deliberately turned her back on the pair and swaggered out the door, exaggerating the swing of her hips as far as she could without flashing the pair. Scandalous.
(Fear the terrible Tod ye sailors an' poirots; she be comin' ta town! She'll drown ye in ye bath tub, keelhaul when ye wake, she'll mock an tease ye an' make ye cry, so avoid her fer ye own sake, oh, ye'd better watch out; you'd better go hide, ye'd better run away 'cause I'm tellin' ye why...) --- (Edited due to a couple of 'so-an-so says' and 'cause a chunk was missed out on.)
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