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Post by Zeffa! on May 23, 2007 15:26:40 GMT -8
Shooting a nasty glare to Amy, Fi twisted her mouth into a crude smile. "Over your snoring, it's hard to hear anything. All I caught was the breaking of that lock before i even stirred a muscle," lies, but they were believable.. she hoped. As long as that Bors fellow weren't here to contest it, she might get away. Right now she couldn't be sure what his game was, or what his standing with the crew was.
((Ignore this... for now. It'll be brought in later, now's just not the time.
The wind picked up again, albeit slowly, and the doldrums ceased. As the wind carried them along, more debris was found here and there of the fallen ship, as well as strange clusters of floating things. A young sailor mutters something about bad luck turning worse, when he happened to peer over the ledge at the things floating closer. Bodies.. less than intact. Scattered around the sea were chopped up pieces of what were once a sailing crew, he assumed... He immediatly relieved himself of his lunch, and called for a few of the other sailors on watch to come over and take a look at this. Morale was not good. ))
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 23, 2007 16:42:44 GMT -8
((It's in the middle of the night right now, Zeph. What's the crew doing up, and how can they see? How about we wait to post that when it's morning? How about we're still pretty far from the wreckage itself?))
Naburine looked at the commodore with an exasperated look. This was the first time she did not know what to do. Wait... "Excuse me, sir... what was that Bors fellow doing up so late and walking around? Where did he even come from? He just sort of appeared, didn't he?" The pirate swung around and pointed a long-nailed finger in the elf-woman's face. "Hey, girl, did that dung beetle of a man come down here?"
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Post by Sorrows on May 24, 2007 20:19:00 GMT -8
"I was here.." came a voice from the dark confines of the doorway. A shadowed figure leaned against one side of the doorframe casually. "I came for a chat and spent some time with the guards down here, back when they could still fill the other half of a conversation.." He seemed to unconsciously wipe his hands, as if remembering the sight unsettled him. "I can't say anything about all this business in here, except that it wasn't very lively when I left." He shrugged off-handedly.
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 25, 2007 8:13:54 GMT -8
Naburine's eyes darted from the creepy man to the elf woman, trying to read expressions. She did not trust either of them... but she felt a stronger feeling of mistrust toward her fellow crewmember than to her prisoner. How odd...
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Post by Thistle on May 25, 2007 14:53:39 GMT -8
Antony rubbed his forehead in frustration. He really did not want to deal with this at all. All he wanted was to get to shore and then report back to base. Then maybe he could take some time off. Yes, time off, that is what he needed. "You, Naburine, check all the prisoners for weapons and I will escort Mr. Bors to a holding cell." He turned to look at him. "You seem to hear and see alot. I'm surprized you didn't know all about this twenty minutes before it was even thought up."
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Post by Sorrows on May 25, 2007 16:00:29 GMT -8
Bors' eyebrow rose at the mention of his possible confinement. "All the more reason for me to be able to move about freely. You need eyes and ears amongst the crew, and, as you put it yourself, there's no one more accustomed to unseen shadows than myself. I'll figure out if the crew knows anything about this." It seemed that even before he had finished speaking that he was once again just another shadow and gone as silently as he had come.
He had far too much to do tonight to be confined.
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Post by Zeffa! on May 26, 2007 9:19:19 GMT -8
Fiona sighed and turned to the left wall. Once she was sure her face couldn't be seen, it adopted an expression of relative panic. Bloody.. now they were going to find the knife and she was going to get convicted and keelhauled or flogged or abandoned or shot or something..She had to think quickly. She turned around, her face again that of boredom. She twitched a pointed elf ear, frowning. "wot the.. did you hear that?" she asked, looking at them. "Thought i 'eard something on dec-.. hey! where did 'e go?" she asked, referring to the vanishing Bors. Wow.. she needed to learn that trick.
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 26, 2007 9:24:54 GMT -8
Naburine felt her jaw tighten beneath her black silk mask. He was a sneaky one alright, and he seemed to be extrememly upset at the mention of a holding cell. She kept her mouth shut, though she desperately wanted to follow him around. She had already checked them for weapons once before... it seemed more important to follow Bors right now. Ignoring Fiona, she moved over to the cell and quickly frisked the prisoners. Nothing. She then moved to Fiona. She looked into the elf-woman's eyes with a look that said something like, 'don't let me find anything on you... it could get really complicated if I did.' Unfortunately, she did not even have to frisk the woman in order to know that she had a knife concealed in her blouse. There are multipule ways of knowing; the slightly nervous body language, the only slightly different way one's clothing hangs, etc. She could see some of these signs when looking at Fiona. With a slump of her shoulders and a long sigh, Naburine simply held out her hand, motioning the ex-captain to give to her what she knew she had.
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Post by Zeffa! on May 26, 2007 9:32:01 GMT -8
She could kill her.. she could probably do it.. it's either a kill or be killed situation, and she was on the short end of the plank. But if she did that, she'd have to fight it out with the other guardsmen, the commodoore, and whoever else wants to join in the frenzy. Amy didn't sem so threatening, but that bors knew a trick or two. Fiona stood stock still, staring a hole in Naburine's head.
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 26, 2007 9:52:41 GMT -8
After a few seconds, Nabuirne snapped in a whisper only audible to Fiona, "Give me the bloody knife, stupid girl! You're not gonna get killed; I want to get to the bottom of this. I could kill you more easily than you could kill me, and I will unless you do what you're told to the letter." Raising her voice, she repeated, "Give me the knife."
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Post by Sorrows on May 27, 2007 16:24:11 GMT -8
Bors moved about the darkness as if part of the concealing shadows that enveloped the vessel. Not much hope that that Naburine woman would do anything but link that knife Fiona had to Bors himself. She probably trusted her own skills to know she hadn't left any knives on Fiona when she first inspected her person. And the woman was too bloody suspicious and observant for her own good. He'd have to learn to not underestimate women, it always seemed to be what got him in trouble. He was off to where all of the equipment was being held, as well as what was confiscated from the other crew. What he needed had to be somewhere in there, if it wasn't already on the ocean floor. He had meant to save this trip until chaos had consumed the ship, but at this rate, that chaos might end up being a search for Bors.
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Post by Zeffa! on May 27, 2007 17:00:00 GMT -8
Fiona scowled at the masked woman before her, but this time with a look she might give a snake-oil salesman or a dirty lawyer. For piracy on the seas, and the murder of two guardsmen of the naval command, with a knife that very much looked like her own, the death penalty was the only sure thing she'd have to look forward to. Who knows what other things they might have in store,.. flaogging the skin off her back with a scourge until she fell unconscious, then waking her up with a bucket of saltwater was something she'd rather not have to deal with. But they would eventually kill her, through humane means or no. "here you go. Hope you're the executioner..." she snapped quietly as she pulled the blade, with dried blood on it, from behind her back. She managed the gall to look at the rest of the people in the room at the time, their expressions, then returning her gaze to Naburine. "I suppose I'll wait for you in the afterlife. We'll settle this then eh?"
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Post by Dark Beauty on May 28, 2007 9:58:07 GMT -8
"Shut up and stay put,' Naburine hissed. She took the knife and examined it closely, taking in every detail. She had done this to every single prisoner's weapons yesterday. The dagger looked very much like the ones that had belonged to the elf-woman... for a minute, Nabuirne was frightened that she might have to kill the girl after all. However, a glint appeared in her eye as she noticed that the pattern on the hilt was different than the others. The blade was too wide to be one that usually was held in a woman's clothing comfortably, anyway. She looked at Fiona for a breif moment, and then turned to the commodore. "Sir, this is not her knife," she informed him matter-of-factly as she held it out to him.
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Post by Thistle on Jun 5, 2007 13:45:44 GMT -8
Antony looked at it and then at Naburine. How the devil she could tell something like that was past him. "Indeed..." he said letting the word drag on for a few seconds. "If it is not hers...then who's is it? I really dont have time for this. Get to the bottom of it girl. I'm sure you are more than capable of handling that job."
He then looked at all the prisoners. The elf seems to be in the middle of this. So perhaps there is someone on board that she knows and is not to friendly with. I will move her to her own cell for safe keeping, but then I dont want to leave her alone. Who knows what she'd do if left to her own devices.
He sighed and looked over the rest of the prisoners. He supposed any of them could do but half of them looked like they would kill the elf if left in a room with her and the others he wasn't really sure were actually female there was so much muscle on them. Can they even swim? Or move thier arms above thier heads? He then spotted a little slip of a girl standing near Fiona. She didn't look like she was ferocious or like she was a real threat. He only had a slight doubt that she was harmless before one word rang through his mind. Pirate.
"You and You." He said pointing to Amy and Fiona. "Follow me."
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Amy looked up in surprise. "Me?" She recieved a nod and then looked at Fiona. After a moment she straightened up and practically strut out of the cell. Maybe we are moving up in the world...or ship.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Jun 5, 2007 15:45:17 GMT -8
Nabruine had nodded at her new job, but her head snapped back up when the commodore called for Fiona to follow him. "Sir," she quickly interjected, "where will you be taking them, exactly? I need the elf for questioning after I... er... run an errand."
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