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Post by Dark Beauty on Apr 9, 2007 20:32:59 GMT -8
Naburine gave the commadore a very mocking salute as he walked away from her, and then tended to her business. Hardly talking at all, she hearded the females to the left as directed, picking out those who she knew were men only trying to get a closer look. She ignored their disappointed faces and shoved them to their group with obvious distaste. Turning to the women, she barked, "Get into a straight line!"
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Post by Zeffa! on Apr 10, 2007 7:07:53 GMT -8
Fiona did not get into a straight line until after the rest of the people had assembled into one first. She crossed her arms, brooding, though not about her situation right now, but about the circumstances that led her to get captured.. Those rats on the lifeboat.. She hoped that they sank, or a whale would swallow them or something like that..
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Post by Thistle on Apr 10, 2007 16:23:01 GMT -8
Amy flounced into the line and waited. Unpatiently. She tapped her foot and sighed while she looked around. Dull. Very Dull. If I ever geta ship I am so decorating it a bit. I'm so sick of looking at just plain wood!
The line moved rather fast due to the fact that very many who had went to the girl line were actually women. "Pigs."
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Post by Sorrows on Apr 10, 2007 19:52:30 GMT -8
The man who called himself Bors leaned against a corner of the hold, holding close to the shadows as he calmly surveyed the prisoners and captors alike under a measuring gaze. There was nothing particularly unsettling about the man. In fact, he always seemed to appear from nowhere, without a word, unnoticed as if he had always been there. He stood at an average height, with an average build, maybe even less for the type before him. The only notable thing about him was a grin that only touch the tip of his lips and always seemed to suggest he knew something others did not. That, and the golden yellow hues of his eyes that shone from the darkness, intensified by the shadow that enveloped the dimly lit cabin. He had been one of the hastily assembled crew of the Captain's pursuit, though anyone asked would be suprised, as if seeing him for the first time.
His grin twisted slightly into a barely noticable sneer as he beheld the women who held to their line once the rats had been cured from it. He had little love for sailors of small intelligence, and even less for the inane prattle of women and children. Though, he thought to himself, they can be more useful than others in some persuasions. His voice came sharp, as if cutting the silence that encased him. "It will do no justice to hole the women in the same cage as those brutes. They seem to have less love for them than even you. And far less trust."
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Post by Zeffa! on Apr 11, 2007 6:45:31 GMT -8
Fiona turned her head quickly, surprised to hear a voice from there.. She wasn't a fan of surprises. The elf muttered while beginning to wring out the remainder of the sea water from her sopping stylish red shirt. "There's s'pposed to be no trust 'tween men and women, only the illusion righ'?" Witty banter might at least make the line seem to move faster.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Apr 11, 2007 9:10:52 GMT -8
Naburine turned sharply to the man with an annoyed flash of her caramel eyes. "I was not intending on putting these poor wretches in a cell with you masculine sows. Shut your mouth and let me do my job." As an after-thought, she added, "And don't look over here when I am searching them. That's rude." As if she was one to talk... Turning back to the women, she began her work. Amy was first in line. Naburine wrinkled her nose in disgust at the girl's choice of clothing. "First thing we'll have to do is get you an entirely different wardrobe... though I don't think the commadore would be willing... I know I will stab my eyes out with my own dagger if I see that nasty apparel once more after this." She looked at Amy with a critical eye for a little while, and then barked, "Arms up, child."
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Post by Sorrows on Apr 11, 2007 9:16:52 GMT -8
"Trust hardly even sees genders when you have as much to hide as one like you, isn't it so?" The small sneer regained its grin as quickly as it had changed. "And I find no interest nor shame in such things, though I shall abide, my Lady Inquisitor." The last was sharp, given with a slightly flourished bow, if only slightly mocking. The woman held some weight in the captain's eye, if only some, and it wouldn't do to make himself an enemy. He leaned back to his spot, raising his chin only slightly, intent on the cabin's ceiling as if he had always been interested in that.
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Post by Zeffa! on Apr 11, 2007 10:08:34 GMT -8
Fiona leered at the man, then turning away and folding her arms childishly, the universal sign of snubbing. If you can't say anything nice, I won't say anything at all. She brushed one of the snow-white bangs out of her eyes, then removed the leather band that tied her ponytail up, and retied it, to keep it from slipping.
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Post by Thistle on Apr 11, 2007 16:50:50 GMT -8
Amy jumped at the sound of the mans voice and scowled at Naburine. "I am not a child!" But then what the woman had said settled in her mind. "New clothes? Yes, I could go for those."
Antony's jaw clenched. He was seriously regretting ever taking that man onto his ship. Not only did he laze about like he was at the moment but he always disappeared and you could never find him. Not to mention he was extremely creepy. "I am sure..." He looked a Naburine as he tried to recall her name. "..she can find you something since she brought it up. And as for you,"
The commodore looked at the shadowy man. "You will tell me your name and why you are not attending to your duties."
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Post by Sorrows on Apr 11, 2007 17:43:18 GMT -8
The man who called himself Bors shrugged at the ceiling, his shoulders pressed back against the wall he leaned on. His mouth held the same knowing grin and his eyes gave nothing of the same. "I am called Bors, and I do attend to my duties, all of those I am able to see to." His tone was simple, as if speaking what was already common knowledge. On a second note, he added the honorific "Captain".
His voiced turned to the line of women, though his gaze pointedly did not. "Perhaps a change of dress would be in order. I'm sure the Lady Inquisitor would have extra garments handy, even as hustled as we were. Maybe even her cabin may be used for the lady's hold, as concerned as she is about them. Don't you think, Captain?" This time, the honorific was ingraned in the speech, with as much due respect that he feigned for the woman he addressed.
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Post by Thistle on Apr 11, 2007 20:02:44 GMT -8
Antony wanted to twitch in irritation. "It is Commodore Mr. Bors. Not Captain. And we do have two holding cells in the brig. I dont think all these women would fit on her cot. Just because...she is a woman does not mean she gets her own cabin. She sleeps with the rest of the crew. Where have you been that you have not noticed before? Not making trouble I hope."
Amy grew sullen at the insults regarding her clothing. "I did have a nice dress but someone sunk the ship it was on." She glared at Antony, who glared right back.
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Post by Zeffa! on Apr 11, 2007 22:03:45 GMT -8
Fiona didn't want to think about all her things that sunk beneath the waves.. She'd already done that. She'd assumed the sea level here was far too deep to ever have any hope of reclaiming them.. Pity.. there were some rather important things there... However, Fiona WAS used to a cabin to herself, even if she shared it with that mangy old pirate captain. He didn't hang around it anyway until he came to his own bed, so it was virtually hers.. now she'd have to be either jammed in a cell, or sleep with the pigs in the hull...Either way she'd come out of it smelling horrible.
"Look out! She's got a knife!" Fiona called, pointing at Amy. Fiona was making the whole thing up, but it'd get a few laughs out of her to see their reactions...
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Post by Sorrows on Apr 12, 2007 9:22:57 GMT -8
The man who called himself Bors grimaced, his mouth twisting around the words the Commodore wove out for him. It was never a pleasant thing to learn he had less knowledge of something than he had thought. He regained his composure as quick as it had never been gone. "It is as you say, Commodore, I only was trying to serve to lighten the mood. I'm sure that--" The rest of what he was going to say was cut off abruptly by the girl's screaming accusation.
Bors was moving so fast that it almost seemed that he had already known it was to happen. Within a split second he had crossed the area between his perch and closed the distance on the girl. His average build belied the dexterity he moved with, flourishes of his hands suddenly gleamed into bared steel as knives appeared in each. In what seemed the time of one stride, he was up in front of the elf, his face bent closely in front of hers, his right arm bent, holding one of the naked blades to her neck. He blinked at her, as if suprised that he had moved, let alone stood in front of the one who had shouted in the first place.
"You seem the one likely to have a knife, if anyone at all, yet I know you are smarter than to think you could accomplish anything by using it. Obviously not as smart as I thought if you still think this a game. And I don't long suffer fools." The words sounded odd in his mouth. He'd not usually take an action without thought, or say something without meaning behind it, but there was something of anger in his voice that he'd long thought gone.
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Post by Thistle on Apr 12, 2007 16:30:40 GMT -8
Amy jumped at the accusation and watched as Bors came into the light and gave the elf a talking too. She stood up a little straiter and look a liking to the man. He did defend her after all. It was then however that she noticed the Commodore had drawn another gun and was pointing one at her and at Bors and Fiona. "H-hey what are you gonna do with those?"
Antony let out another sigh. This was going to be a long day. Seeing Bors handling the elf he put the guns back in their place. "Let us just got on with the inspection."
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Post by Zeffa! on Apr 12, 2007 21:09:39 GMT -8
"Ugh! Wit the 'ell are you on about?! Someone get this lummox off me a'fore 'e gets any ideas!" Fiona yelped, making a show of struggling against the blades. "I guess blades against my throat and a gun to me 'ead is the thanks i get fer tryin' to warn folks a danger.. next time pirates come around I'll just keep it in mind to keep my silence..."
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