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Post by Dark Beauty on Apr 13, 2007 6:50:32 GMT -8
Naburine growled and shoved Boars off of Fiona. "You idiot! You made more commotion with that gesture alone than this brat did with her stupid, false accusation. My name is Naburine, you insolent thing, NOT 'Lady Inquisitor.' And what right do you have trying to give my nonexistant room to a bunch of prisoners? You make me sick. Your name leaves nothing to the imagination when describing you, does it?" Every word was quick as lightning and sharp as a dagger. With a toss of her brown wavy locks, she turned to Fiona, her eyes blazing. "And YOU! If you so much as whisper any more trouble, I will perosnally throw you off the side of the ship myself." She was used to having authority. Perhaps she was overstepping her limits of power on this ship, but it was worth the shot. Besides, even if the commodore did not know her name, he seemed to care somewhat about her abilities. Returning to Amy, she suddenly became calm again. "As for new clothes, I can make some for you without much of a problem if the Commodore will give me time to do so. These things have to go." After a quick search with her eyes of a well trained ninja and a few pats to Amy's hideous clothes, she found no threat and moved down the line, doing quick, but thorough searches of the few women. She was not looking forward to searching that ex-captain at the end of the line.
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Post by Zeffa! on Apr 13, 2007 9:35:33 GMT -8
Fiona clenched her jaw and growled, then folded her arms and turned away in a pouting motion. "Fine..." Despite the fact that it seemed to flop, her little bit of fun did seem to bloom in the end. She hid the smirk, and rubbed her neckline... Bors did seem to know Fiona's type enough to know that she was probably carrying enough knives to serve at a banquet... but Fiona didn't like any of'm here.. She had n'thing against the girl wiv the rainbow shirt.. Heck, even the commodorre she liked better than the bossy wench and the abrupt knifeman..
Fiona silently wondered how far from shore she was...
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Post by Sorrows on Apr 13, 2007 9:52:57 GMT -8
The man who called himself Bors took the yelling and the shove with little regard, sliding into a quick balance that looked as though he had simply stepped aside of his own accord. The grin on his face had regained itself, the anger no longer there. The blades in his hands were also gone, as if they never were. He raised his hands, as if defensively, obviously mocking as he spoke. "Aye, aye. My apologies, Lady Naburine. I meant nothing but to express your generosity." His eyes turned down to Fiona without the slightest cant of his head, but his voice lowered for her alone. "And don't give yourself so much credit." He then backed a few steps, throwing about fake dignified bows and then turned to leave up the stairs and out of the cabin. Over his back he called, "I'll be on about those duties of mine, Commodore. And, you needn't worry. I'm a man who gets things done when his mind is on them." He then was gone, as quickly as he had come.
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Post by Thistle on Apr 13, 2007 13:50:54 GMT -8
Amy nodded and smiled. She was relieved to get some new clothes. The ones she was wearing were getting quite ragged.
Antony could almost feel the headache as it crept up on him. The inspections were almost done and ready to escort down to their holding cells. "Careful with that one Naburine," he informed her as he looked at the last woman in line. He was greatful that she had announced her name. It was getting bothersome to just call her 'she' and 'her'. "I would almost bet that she has enough weapons to arm every one of the people in here."
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Post by Dark Beauty on Apr 13, 2007 15:23:43 GMT -8
"I am fully aware of that, Commodore." She sighed and turned to him, looking as wonderfully welcoming as she could and asked, "May I just call you 'Sir Antony?' I know it is rather informal, but I feel like I don't know you when I use just your title." ((Secretly, it's just because Dark does not like typing "Commodore" over and over again.)) She glared past him to the stairs where the disrespectful man had disappeared. "I don't like him very much... can I shoot him?" She sounded teasing, but there was a hint of seriousness in her voice. She turned back to her business, her silky black mask fluttering slightly as she did. Her caramel eyes rested on Fiona's smirking face. It was at that time that Naburine realized that the only reason she did not particularly like this female was becasue she reminded the ninja terribly of herself. Not saying a word, Naburine looked the woman up and down, her hands on her hips. She quickly put a hand out to reveal the pointed ears behind the many loose, wet, strands of hair. "Ah. An elf." She retracted her hand before the elf woman could do anything to her. "Well. I have had my fair share of dealing with elves. You're different than the others, though; you're less than a lady, which surprises me to see in an elf. Anyway..." She stepped back, taking in the woman's clothing. "I see you make your own clothes as well. Wonderful." Folding her arms and resting all of her weight on one hip, she stared at Fiona. "Okay, sister, I'm giving you a chance to take all of your hidden daggers out now. If you don't, I'm gonna have to take you back and have you strip. I know all the tricks of custom-made clothing."
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Post by Sorrows on Apr 14, 2007 10:47:20 GMT -8
The man who called himself Bors very nearly sighed and shook his head in spite of himself as he sped along the ship as dark as the shadows that grew along the corners as the sun fell in the sky. It was tiring, suffering people long enough to make use of them. He found himself quickly in the presence of men from the crew, men as assorted as they come, none with prior allegiances or false senses of duty. He was about his task, though one of his own making, not the commodore's.
He quickly moved through the crew, stopping to talk in passing conversation only long enough to impart seeds of thought, rumors that passed from lip to lip, none that would be remembered to be planted by him.
He soon reached a group he would satisfy as his last, the word would spread over the crew like wildfire already, all except the Commodore and this 'Naburine' girl.
He frowned down at the table that sat in front of him, coins of silver and a few of gold from various cities lay spread across it haphazardly, more on the side across from him than on his own, more than half of all occupied the middle to one side. He looked up at the man he had been dicing with, the frown now that same knowing grin that hinted nothing of what his golden hued eyes held. Men listened better to grim things when they're mood was well, especially when they were winning the other man's coin. People thought his tongue looser when his purse grew lighter.
The large man across from him rolled the dice onto the table, grinning in spite of the few missing teeth made apparent by that toothy split that crossed his face. "Four Crowns an' a Rose. I think yer luck be gone t'nigh'." He looked triumphantly down at the dice on the table, four showing six pips each and 1 showing five. The third best throw to manage in the game, and rare at that, but no less rare three times over what you had to roll to beat it. " 'Less you be rollin' a 'Court', I will see the rest of yer money do be spen' well."
The man who called himself Bors took it with complacency and feigned frustration. The effort of losing to this man was nearly laughable, but it only served to make this last throw the better. He scooped the dice up, rolling them over in his hand and threw them out. There were only two throws to beat the man's 'Court Rose'. One was the 'Court' he spoke of, five full crowns, six pips on each die. The other--- Bors could already see the pips standing before the stopped. "The Dark One's Eyes," twitching the grin only slightly higher as he scooped about the coins from the middle of the table. He rose and turned away, disappearing, leaving the man still staring down at the five die, each with only a single pip standing up. The best roll in some games, the death in others. It was universally known as bad luck and an ill omen to whomever saw it rolled. "The Light illumine us..." The man breathed into the empty night. He'd not forget what he'd heard, nor keep it quiet. That grin kept no rein in the darkness of the shadows, yellow eyes glittering with near madness. Not mad, not yet..
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Post by Zeffa! on Apr 15, 2007 22:19:26 GMT -8
Completely ignorant of the ill-omens that await them, Fiona stared at Naburine's gaze.. She'd seen that look before.. but it had been in her own eyes. "Alright, you win mate..." she replied, removing several knives from various locations within her shirt, vest, sleve, within the hem of her breeches, within her boots, within the solves of her boots, and two behind her back. Each seemed relativly simple looking, a boring blade with a boring hilt. Cheap, but useful. "That's the lot of'm..." She said sighingly.
The sea seemed to quiet down, and the wind slowing to a near halt, the sails barely waving at all.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Apr 16, 2007 8:59:22 GMT -8
Naburine took the daggars without much expression, except for a hint of a gleam in her brown eyes. This woman was so much like her it was almost painful. She looked at Fiona once more, searching with trained eyes. Satisfied, she said, "Yes, I suppose that is the lot of them, at that." She turned to the commadore. "They're all yours now, sir. That is, only until you get them to their hold. Then I expect you to act the gentleman." She was possibly crossing the border again, but she liked the dangerous life.
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Post by Thistle on Apr 16, 2007 16:37:31 GMT -8
Antony cleared his thoat and hoped his face was not red. He suspected it was, though, because it certainly felt hot. "Yes, well, You there. Take them down to the cells and lock them up. And make sure it is secure. I dont want any one of our new friends to be wandering about." With that the Commodore exited the room and made his way to his cabin for the night.
Amy grumbled as a HUGE man grabbed hedr arm and half dragged her down some stairs. She was shoved into a cell with all the rest of the women. "This sucks."
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Post by Dark Beauty on Apr 17, 2007 8:28:41 GMT -8
Naburine grinned under her mask at the uncomfortable commodore's exit, and then went about helping to get the women to their cells. "Sorry, girls. I wish I did not have to do this... I know how much prison sucks." She shouted at the men who were abusing the women, including the brute who had man-handled Amy, to cut it out. She simply hearded them in like a shepherd might do his sheep. "Please forgive the terrible smell, as well. Our men are incapable of a good cleaning job."
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Post by Sorrows on Apr 18, 2007 8:18:44 GMT -8
(Sorry for not waiting for your character response Zephyr, but I wanted this to be going today.)
The ship was expectedly quiet in the depths of the night, the only sound to be heard was the waves breaking on the bow of the ship as it made its way slowly through the twilight or the sound of a soft snore coming from men resting from a long day at sea. Down in the two holding cells, the sound of the sea would be the most distinct, and the waves felt the most, considering it was no chance that this was the room least protected from its effects.
Suddenly a soft thud could be heard just outside the door from the room. The light from the single candle still lit for the captives died well short of the room's only opening and exit, giving no hint as to what happened in most of the room itself. Just as suddenly a second thud followed the first in almost instantaneous reaction. Then it was all waves and creaks again.
As the faint light danced about the space casting shadows about in random array, Bors suddenly appears in front of the women's holding cell, as though he'd passed unseen and unimpeded across the expanse of the room. His face was mostly shadowed except a small flash of a teethy grin and those brilliant golden eyes that shone with intent. He flourished a knife in his right hand, which wore a worn leather glove, and rolled the blade across the back of his fingers deftly. The steel was smeared red across it's length, as though not cleaned purposefully.
His voice was low and guarded, audible over the waves only from the few paces from him to the single hold. It was Fiona that the eyes gave the words to, leaving no room edgewise for a response. "Terrible thing, killing two men, even lazy guards as they were. Most terrible. An offense penalized by death, if lucky, at the port we sail for. I'd imagine it would be your intention to see that that doesn't occur." With another flourish of the knife twisting above his fingers the blade skewed, flashing into the shadows for a moment, accompanied by the clang of the lock falling away. "Fine blade, this, despite its simplicity. Easy to hide amongst tailored clothes." Another flash of his wrist and the knife embedded itself in the wood in the back of the cell, hardly quivering as it came to rest. "It's too bad that it's only after you killed the two guards to escape that you learned that all the smallboats had been lost and that there was no way out of the gallows short of commandeering the ship." He shrugged as if sympathetic of finding you'd paid one too many coins to a peddler. His grin grew slightly as he turned to leave as shadowy as he had come. "It should be interesting to see what happens." With that, he was gone as if he'd never been there.
Two down and only one more to go. The thought made Bors nearly want to giggle as he glided about the dark craft, intent on his work. No one would believe the pirate girl had not used a knife she had kept concealed to break the lock and kill the guards. She would have no choice save for one. And, with this last piece moved, the commodore would play his game just as surely, though, where the crew and the girl were mere pawns, this piece was the king, much harder to control which way he moved, especially when it was forcing him to his doom.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Apr 18, 2007 8:29:53 GMT -8
((Ooh... too bad Naburine is sure of her ninja skills... she knew there was not another knife in Fiona's clothes (and I am not saying that to make her omnicient; it's just the way she is). She was terribly suspicious of Bors anyway. This should be interesting... I can't do anything until Zeph posts, though.))
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Post by Zeffa! on Apr 18, 2007 16:56:37 GMT -8
(( Which means that NAburine will either be doubting herself, surprised at Fiona, or on Fiona's side. That has nothing to do with how the captain commodore will respond though. This SHOULD get interesting soon...))
Fiona made her way to her feet, but just as she was about to say something, he was gone... She looked around, to see if the noise woke anyone else up.. So far so good. That.. that.. GAH! She'll see him dead if she gets the chance. She didn't even do anything to him yet! Why was she the target..? What did he have up his sleeve? Regardless.. she'd have to hide that evidence... Fiona moved toward the knife at the back of the cell, and tried to pull it out. It was stuck in there pretty well. The delicate elven woman cracked her knuckles, put a boot to the wall, and forcibly yanked the blade, which popped out from the wood quite nicely. A little too nicely though, she recoiled and nearly tripped over two of the sleeping women.
"Now what am I gonna do wiv this..?" she whispered to herself, staring at the stained knife in her hand.
(( Note: If anyone catches Fiona's attention, such as a guard coming down or something, she'll conceal the knife in one of the knife-slots in her shirt.))
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Post by Sorrows on Apr 18, 2007 20:56:43 GMT -8
Everything was going smoothly. Only one thing was left, and this one took the most delicacy of them all. It had been easy enough to get the crew on edge, spreading rumors about the commodore planning to betray them for the pirates and some hidden treasure they'd lead him too once the crew were taken care of. They believed so heartily in the rumor that they hardly noticed the captain had never been alone with them, or even remember that it had been Bors who had planted the seeds of suspicion. The Pirate herself was a little more unpredictable, but she wouldn't have too much choice but to try to either gain control of the ship or the favor of the Commodore. Now, his last task was to make sure the Commodore believed that the Pirates had more than a few mutinous words with the crew, and the crew seemed apt to the idea with their support. The man wasn't as easily manipulated as the crew, and couldn't be bullied like the She-Pirate. No, this would take a caressing hand and a smooth tongue.
He knocked on the Commodore's cabin door, sure that the night wasn't too late for such a visit to be a disturbance. Last thing he needed was the man on edge.
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Post by Thistle on Apr 19, 2007 20:21:13 GMT -8
Antony removed the arm from over his eyes. So much for a peaceful night's sleep He thought almost bitterly. Getting up he shoved his hat back on and straightened his clothes before opening the door. Great, He commented to himself. The creepy guy again.
"Yes? What is it that you want?" His tone was crisp and irritable. It was clear he did not think highly of the man before him.
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Amy was a light sleeper. The slght ruckus that had transpired had caused her to wake up. She had heard the last part of Bors' speech and Fiona's whisper. Slowly sitting up she played as if she had just woken up. "Gah, I hate sleeping on these blasted floors!" she garbled in a voice that sounded slurred from drowsiness.
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