The Dark Realmz
IC Central [RPG ONLY] => "Ayenee Nexus: Where Imagination Knows No Bounds => RP Archives 2005-2019 => Topic started by: Perurbanus on September 18, 2007, 03:21:27 AM
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[align=right:fc5adf5685].........Time is unforgiving to all.[/align:fc5adf5685]
[align=left:fc5adf5685]..........Under its grasp, everything changes.[/align:fc5adf5685]
The cold was bitter this night. More so then she could ever remember. Reaching up, she tugged her down stuffed parka closer up around her face. Maybe her departure was a bit hasty, still, she dare not look back. Heavy boots crunch with every well-placed step, steps that were hopefully carrying her to somewhere safe, and warm.
The breeze picked up and sliced through her body, biting each feature that remained bare to its fury. Visibly she shivered, bringing her hands to her face and blowing her warm breath into them, trying to remember what it once was like to feel her face. Strange sounds caught her attention, her eyes averted skyward, watching the trees bend and dance with every demand of the wind. She well understood the weakness of the trunks, and quickly straightened her vision to the task at hand. Shelter.
Clouds of condensation told of her each exhale. Her hands sought out additional warmth in the pockets of her coat, telling herself that soon the sun would rise. Her eyes closed slightly, imagining the natural heat upon her cheeks. Lips perked at the corners in a simple smile. However, she was not so foolish to think that it always got worse before it got better; it was this thought that urged her to trudge on in this snowy hell.
[align=left:fc5adf5685]Save for her will........
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[align=center] And her heart.[/align]
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In the distance, an observant eye peered upon and carefully watched a young wandering mistress; and with her every movement, a lurking desire to approach glimpsed down upon the observerâs pounding heart and latched on with an incessant drawn tight enough to choke out any free will â that sinking feeling from the chest and downward, like a spiral leading into the emptied pits of oneâs stomach. That is how he felt as the distance between them grew. And as strange as it might seem, it was anything but abnormal to Lucious â he thrived on emotions in a way that could only be understood through the telling of his long tale, the story of his past and how it changed his future. Here in the present however, he was but an observant eye for the moment.
Anticipation of some change in her movements or a shift in her seemingly suppressed emotions grew. And then she acknowledged the strange sounds around her, though they had grown long and had already been waning along with the howling winds and artic chills brought down from the firmaments above. Even the cracking and friction induced howls of wooden fortresses being bent by the heaving winds seemed to grab her attention as she gazed skyward, looking to the foliage and star-filled midnight far beyond comprehension of even the greatest men; and in day or night, rather clear sky or deep gray thunderous clouds forming a floor of apocalyptic inevitability â in appearance â only to bring a shower later, those brightly burning pockets of gas emitting their intense beams of heavenly light were always there like hope of a greater place or world. Even once they were gone or eradicated in some kind of glorious clash of galactic spheres, their light was still there for decades to come, glowing and resonating until the last glimmer traveled through space and time and reached its final destination⦠the observant eye.
His watch, however, remained on her. Upward Lucious forced him self, from the comfort of his low and stealthy crouch. A few steps forward and heâd be within her sight most clearly. The chances of her noticing so early were narrowed however, for he was trained in this art of being invisible â an act that most melodramatic humans had spite for and avoided being themselves. Nearly all people are egocentric in some form, and desire to be noticed. He made neither a sound nor an obvious movement that would make him more than casually apparent as opposed to the trees surrounding his stature like the titans they were; such docile and heavenly creatures⦠plants. And without removing his gaze set in stone upon her, encompassing her, he laid right hand upon the aged bark of the tree immediate to him. Tilting his head, he wondered what her first words would be when they do meet in the momentary future. What would the first words be? Lucious, the malicious murderer and renowned desecrator of emotions, eternally dwelling on thoughts but always concentrated on his targets and the grip he had upon the Serpentine Blade, now stood in trance â fixation by a strange young woman. How interesting, and appealing. He began his approach from slightly behind and to the left of her. Sheâd have to turn completely around to see him, but he made intentional noise now to acquire her acknowledgement. Nothing he did was ever unintentional.
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The breeze became more relentless. Her lungs screamed with every inhale. Yet she refused to let it win. Again she looked up. The night was eerily clear. Beautiful. Flawless. Breathtaking. Again she smiled, even in the most dismal of situations, there was always something promising ahead. Fate made sure of this. Perhaps it was fate this evening that caused the small hairs on the back of her neck to prickle, an uneasy feeling to slide over her being, telling here that this journey was no longer just hers.
Her foot falls ceased, her breathing shallowed. Curious eyes scanned slowly the area around her. She couldnât see it, but she knew it was there. Well aware, as a matter of fact. She was nervous, perhaps even a bit frightened. Now the choice was, what to do next. Carry on as if nothing was there? Call out into the darkness in hopes to scare off whatever was stalking her? She buried her hands deep within her pockets once more and took a few more careful steps, unable to take it any longer.
âWho is there? Make yourself known!â Her voice was smothered in innocence. Sweetness so thick it was almost hard to take serious. It shuddered as she spoke. Fear, the one thing she had hope to hide. Miserably, she had failed at this attempt. However, she decided she had no other choice. She turned slightly to the right, then to the left, and from her peripheral vision, saw him. She gasped and swivelled completely around. Awestruck that anyone else would be out here, scared that she was vulnerable, and curious of the intent this man would hold.
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Another few steps forward placed Lucious in clear lighting. The strange and very intriguing legend of a man, though a most unfortunately unspoken legend, has come from retirement and into the sight of his first interaction. How very strange that she should be a random individual rather than his first target, payday, or victim. Perhaps he desired to play his cards different this time, or this was a part of an overall plan to imbed himself in this region to acquire attention or work. Everything was in the air and in the works, even he barely knew of his own plans. And as he appeared so clearly to what would be her line of sight, he resonated a slightly glow in his peach-colored flesh - the low pink in his pale cheeks by the chills of the cold winds faded as blood rushed and flowed throughout his entirety. Her emotions were feeding him.
Nothing could be greater. This subject was emitting energy by the dosages, like synthetic ecstacy for Lucious. Appealing was no long a word for it - the desecrator of emotions was already feeding off of her raw fear, effluent energies racing from her body as potent as venom from the worst reptiles - a sensation even the Serpentine Blade could barely provide him with, even with its most chaotic fits of power and might. Why, though? All emotions with the exception of one are learned behaviors, taught through the paths and corridors of societies sick and twisted structurization. That exception was fear, it was the one and only natural emotion - something the creator, if there was one, had embedded in humans for their own sake. His eyes cast a golden sheen of light her direction, a glimmer off of the ephemeral yellow-brown diamond specks in his hazel eyes.
Lucious stood still momentarily and called out with a calm and warming voice - one to comfort rather than terrify - "I am here, and the name is Lucious. Now I am known, but do not fret, for I am no enemy of yours." Strange, it seemed, being that he fed off emotions, he'd normally aim to terrify her and shake her full of fear for his own pleasure and gain of strength. Again, he was heading in the opposite direction, away from the norm.
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It was odd, almost, the way the moon beams seemed to be drawn to him as he stepped closer to her. She chose to hold her ground. Her head tilted sideways as she looked toward him, drinking him in from head to toe. Strange, that another living creature other than herself was out here, very strange, at least, in her mind. She drew in a deep breath, as deep as the chill in the air would allow. He didnât appear to want to cause her harm, however she wasnât so foolish to hold fact to appearance. She calmed herself slightly as she took a step toward him. Bold.
In the hallow darkness, his voice rang out almost like a jolt of electricity, causing a chill to run from the bottom of her spine, to the nap of her neck. She shook it off, stepping closer, just a couple feet from him now. Her voice in return was still smooth and sweet, only a bit more quiet now that she was closer to him. âA pleasure to meet you. My name is Roslyn.â She extended her hand to him, however, if he were to shake it, he too would have to come closer to her.
Intrigued. An understatement. She couldnât take her eyes from him, nor did she want to. She wanted to ask him where the closest shelter was, and if he could help her get there, though...she didnât want to trust him just yet. No, it wouldnât be that easy if his intent was ill
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The undying edge of Icedevils blade swung forth rippling the fabric of "His" realm of total blissful Darkness, creating an unparadoxial effect. Effortessly he kept fighting them off, using his masterful bladework to attract more Darkened creatures, as the rippling effect started to twistedly affect his stand point, since IceDevil did not notice it would claim him shortly. IceDevil thought pattern, " I'm so numb with power." IceDevil leaping into a crowd of DArk creatures, while the ripples of the Realm started to transform within the Shadow Realm. IceDevil leapt forth cutting a creatures vertebrae right through without any obligation, as the portal opened suckling IceDevil to the unknown Realm of the Sharvani. The Land of Dreams. Blood splatter connected to the wall, not blood, but blackness, meanwhile IceDevil mid-leap kept him from hitting the wall yet landing on the ground; the creatures head dissipating behind IceDevils poised stand. The invisible rippling portal shuttered its close, dark claws, and tendrils trying to crawl through to this Realm, but only forcefully backed to the portal closure. Flourscent Indigo eyes shot about the Darkness surveying the land, buildings, and odd structures seemed new to him, yet IceDevil knew he is not in "Kansas" any longer.
IceDevils elongated longsword started to ungraph itself from his forearm. IceDevil lurking for awhile searching for someone close, yet there a stranger nearby (NPC). Icedevil straightforwardly spoke out, " You there, where is this place, and where is the nearest lodging? I need myself a fuckin' drink. " The stranger snickering at IceDevil, and shortly after IceDevil clenched his blade once again. The stranger flailed his hands to IceDevil and answered the newcomer where to find this place. IceDevil felt pity upon the stranger, yet the stranger move back into the Shadows, but expectedly as the laughter of the stranger came along three more individuals holding shortswords. To no surprise to IceDevil, they were going to try mug ICeDevil, after displaying a small portion of his power. Icedevils longsowrd pointing downward at the ground and proceeded to draw a line infront of him. IceDevil questioned the advancing "muggers", " Are you sure you want to do this?" IceDevil give them one deathly notice, because that is all their time was worth; one meaningful sentence. IceDevil took his free hand and taunted the three figures, they started to run at IceDevil. Their charge very weak, and enabled an opening for IceDevil. IceDevil amidst the shadow, and blinking temporarily from the shadow, and into the air 4 feet above the 3 figures charging. The Kazef blad sweeping right to left, and connecting with two of the figures necks disembowelling their heads from their shoulders. The both figures stopping, and falling to their now dead knees. Each head withered aging like they were both now elderly, yet their body remained youthful. The one advancing figure stopped immediately, as IceDevil swooping low at the Achilles tendon, and forcingly removing the figures foot while in mid-step. No blood spilt, since it was severed by the blade causing automatic cauterization. The stranger (NPC) shreiked in horror, beautiful scary horror, as IceDevil turned and started to step. The NPC shaking, and falling to his knees, " p....puh'.... please don't hurt me". IceDevil leaned close to the strangers ear, and assisted to the strangers feet, meanwhile Icedevil speaking, " I'm would not do such a thing, Sir. ", his tone very deceitful, yet his tongue held words back.
IceDevils hand on the strangers shoulder, while they both stepped over the corpses. Icedevil smirked, as his hand pressed the strangers back, and pushed the weaker strangers body in an awkward arc into the air, and out of the alleyway. The stranger horizontally flying, as ICeDevil blinked from the shadows, and slamming back into the existence with his blade cutting through the strangers mid section leaving his entrails gutted. IceDevil quickly landing low, using his Inertial Reduction making it very fast to land, as his hand turning the blade outward, and his wrist inward. The stranger screaming being cut in half, and because of the scream sending IceDevil into a maddening sequenced attack, with precision. The blade stabbing right through the roof of the strangers mouth, and through his head making a bone cracking sound, leaving the stranger with no more screams of hurt. IceDevil gleaned down at the stranger sliding his blade, as his left knee to the ground. Indigo eyes looked back at the strangers victimized eyes, " All I asked is for lodging, and here you all had to die. " IceDevil swiftly pried the Kazef blade from him, slashing the air wickedly leaving a blood spritz everywhere.
IceDevil sheathed the Kazef blade, and the Kazef blade spoke to IceDevil Psionicly. " Nice attack Master, I love the sword play." IceDevil spoke softly, " Indeed Kazef, Indeed. Let's find us lead to a place where I can have a few. " Icedevil kept his wrist over the blades holder, and IceDevil walked uncertain of this places presence. IceDevil should have a few places to go, unless there is no place around this Realm to lodge up. If this may be true, he will have to continue this journey alone. IceDevil's mind clear with defense, and little offense right now; there is no opportunities yet here to advance right now, so he will be well prepared. IceDevil he had lost some kind of power, yet he would have to find out on his own right before his place came to an end in this Realm, just alike any other Realm IceDevil has been too.
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The clouds dark like onyx slate, IceDevils eyes roaming the streets, and searching the dark heavens above. In a state of balance, and well-being Icedevil felt a dark urge swelling from within'. IceDevil coming up to Venom Boulevard step by step IceDevil came upto the Silver Collar. A smile captures his livid lips, while looking at the establishment. Kazef spoke to IceDevil, " Yes you deserve it, enter. " Icedevil cracked the door open, and began to step inside the place. Observant indigo eyes searched the room, as a few people looked at Icedevils being. The smile stilled on his lips, as he paced himself towards the furthest booth. Wickering flames from the candles at the booth, dimly lighting the scenery of this Bordello. Icedevil eased up his hand unhinging his sword from the belt strap settling it down on the tabletop. A pale woman, probably a worker among the many Silver Collar. She looked down at IceDevil intrigued and question, " What can I do you for, Sir" Sweet, and softly, liking this place better. IceDevils eyes searched over the woman. A silver collar around her neck with a black onyx in the middle of the collar, and wore black burlesque-like leather outfitting this woman nicely. IceDevil responding, as he raised his hand to hers gently taking it to his lips, and began to speak thenafter, " I am Lord IceDevil. I'll take a local beverage, and perhaps a razor. " The woman nodded, and walked away. Icedevil looked at the people, some being whipped right in public, and others on some psychedelic drug. IceDevil waved his silvery, curly hair away from his view. The Lady keenly looked back, attracting IceDevils attention, while she attempted to read his mind. IceDevils smoked-grey ring gleamed, as this woman is a mind-reader; how wonderful. IceDevil waited, since she would no doubt know that he had traits unlike any other commoner in this place. The woman began to walk back, trying to be unnoticed by her attempt to ICeDevils mind. IceDevil looked at the lady, as she set the dark liquid on the table, and started to walk away. Icedevil snapped her wrist, and spoke, as she suddenly stopped, " I'm not one to try get someones mind, because you should not try it with me without permission. So perhaps you may attempt on someone weaker next time. " IceDevil let go, as she turned around and cut IceDevils hand with the razor he asked for. A small paper like cut unsheathed a light trickle of blood from the top of his hand. IceDevil glanced at the lady speaking again, " I'll be the weaker one, if you want to be the stronger one. Come join me if you like. " She walked away with ruthless intentions that her little plan backfired.
IceDevil looked at the black liquid in a wine goblet, the dark burgundy goblet flawless. Adjusting to his seat, and taking off his long cape which Icedevil set down behind him. The ruffles of his white shirt, and lacquered crimson red vest fitting over the ruffled white silk. A swift grab to the dark liquid, he drank it down fast without thinking any consequence. IceDevil did not have any sensation of taste, maybe the drink, or perhaps a slight flaw entering this Realm. IceDevil surveying the crowd, while waving the young lady back for another drink. Icedevil plentiful and his purse full of the wrong currency. IceDevil schemed quickly looking at the people and what kind of currency they were paying with. Icedevil concentrated on some "fool's gold" creating a powerful illusion of coins, hence then he pulled the currency on the table. IceDevil at least put 50 of pieces down on the table, while the Tender made her way back to his booth. " Take it all. " Was she immune to illusions? Uh oh Icedevil already a mistake, the Kazef blade laughing. The young woman picked up the pieces she needed, IceDevil responding quickly, " I want you to have it all, this way you can come cut me some more if you please. " Flirting with death, almost morbid, but at least interestingly enough some play. The woman smiled walking off, yet again. Icedevil returning the smile, as his some-what tainted black fangs appeared. The Kazef blade, " Swanky IceDevil, Swanky. " IceDevil broke out into a loud chuckle, letting it bellow from his gut. IceDevil shooting back the goblet. People stared, but ICeDevil however did not care.
The woman returned with the 3rd glass of this local beverage. Icedevil spoke out, " Does this get me drunk, or....what the hell " She responded, " No, it's an aphrodisac. " IceDevil with a blank stare in his face, then a slight stray smile. The woman looked back and spoke over the crowd, " I'm off in a bit, I'll come join you." Icedevil nodded to her, lifting his drink to her then taking a small sip.
IceDevil kept drinking, undoing those gold-rimmed crimson coloured buttons. IceDevil got up, and began to snoop around. Looking at the different torture styles, and what everyone was into. What kind of demented pleasure they into? ICeDevil observed, and nodded by his own amusement he kind of enjoyed it. IceDevil walked back to his booth, with the gold taken by the woman, and a refilled goblet of the liquid. It would be very hard to be drugged up, due to his resistances, and other metabolic tolerances. The papercut on the hand healed Icedevil sat sliding in the middle of the booth relaxing, and patiently waiting.
IceDevil waiting, and the Kazef blade speaking, " Damn you IceDevil, you left me alone" IceDevil responding, " You are mine though, so what's the problem? I can track you when need be, not to mention your own unique powers. ." This entirely true, and the blade not responding. IceDevil lifted the razor from the table, and smiled looking at the dried blood along its shiny colour. The woman walked back to the booth, and ICeDevil waved her in to join him. She whispered into his ear, licking the pale earlobe, " My name is Valentina. " She slowly took the razor, gently caressing the razor over IceDevils cheek. IceDevil whispered back, " Do it. " Valentinas thumb ever so softly caressed his cheek, while cuting at the same time. IceDevil biting his lip, as this odd sensation took over; a dark pleasure. IceDevil inhaling deeply, while exhaling out a darken frosty breath. Valentina's emerald eyes looking oddly at him, and he smiling at her, " It is that good Valentina." Valentina drew closer to ICeDevil, taking the goblet and taking a large drink, as Icedevil leaned back into the booth. The left arm folding over her should drawing her closer han she intended. Valentina lifted a leg, as she kneeled over IceDevil, knees on each side. Valentina taking the ruffles of the white silk shirt, and pulling IceDevil into her placing he razorbetween his lips. IceDevil forcefully leaning up, as his arms wrapped, and remained on her thighs. Valentina whispered in to his ear, playfully teasing " Your so loyal, you are indeed a unique person around this place. Also a nice dresser, this fabric is marvelous. " The white rounded buttons came undone, as her nails worked the magic exposing ICeDevils creamy smooth skin underneath. Valentina leaned down, planting ashort kiss on IceDevils lip, as she cut herself letting the blood draw over the razor then into ICeDevils mouth. Valentina lured back looking up at the lights, and ICeDevil taking the razor from his lips and licking the razors face while the blood tantalized a certain lust. Blood, blood hasn't been this sweet in a while. She coped with the blood, then looked down at IceDevil, her eyes sparkled like shooting green stars while undoing the shirt completely. IceDevil passed the razor, while she took it and immediately nicked his chest creating a long blood line. IceDevil glared at her, while she smiled planting a deep passionate kiss. Valentina stood up, and ruffled her hair standing straight up, " Let's go back to my place, so we can have some real fun. " IceDevil stood up, and they both left the Silver Collar together.
IceDevil would not stay long with the woman, only to get her rocks off, and for Icedevil to explore a darker region inside him. Using each other to their own expense, yet prizing each other because of their own uniqueness. IceDevil took his time with the woman, yet they rocked each others world. IceDevil leaving that night, to explore other regions he will be interested into going. IceDevil experienced a new realm woman, and as well he experienced a new sector of himself; a dark pleasure. IceDevil would smile, and KAzef would laugh because it could not get any. IceDevil roaming the streets of this place, still lost among the people who watched, and stared at the passing stranger. IceDevil would find a place to become stronger in this realm, and perhaps meet new individuals such as himself, or Valentina.
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Under the beaming moonlight, he walked towards an exit of the city. The gigantic moon, lighting up the outside scenery of city, and blessing the trees with an ebon caress. IceDevil curious of what path lies outside these boundaries. The stroll, and walking, IceDevil kicking his heels exiting the city walls, and waiting near the doors near the shade. IceDevil lighted up a small wooden pipe, as the sweet aromatic filtered the clean air, while IceDevil blew out the chiselled smoke guided away with an uproar of wind. ICeDevil wrapped himself back into the crimson red vest, while buttoning up his cape. For he did not need the warmth, but to cover up away from the uprising wind. Locks of silvery hair danced, while he walked upon the dirt path, and enjoying the long walk.
Awhile the long walk, he heard a couple in the background. IceDevil actively listening to the near by voices, what kind of people would travel late at night? IceDevil puffed, and the bright red cherry illuminated through the darkness til the smoke rose inducing IceDevil in a flavour that felt comfortable. Time would consume up, as ICeDevil stood around looking towards the direction of the dark shady figures of Lucious, and Rosalyn. Whom IceDevil did not recognize, but rather two more people to possibly introduce himself too, as be it to be applausible since ICeDevil is the new comer. IceDevil concentrated on the image, and stared at the moonlight momentarily, then switching his Indigo view back downward at his dying pipe. ICeDevil blew out the rest of the smoke, which he put the silver in-laid pipe back away to the inner pocket of his crimson vest. IceDevil spoke, " Ahhh that's what I just needed to start my travels in this moonlight. " IceDevil strayed from the path, and drew closer to the figures not really prepared how to approach, yet rather how would they approach him? IceDevil came closer to the couple, as he thought to be strangers off the worn path. New adventures, with a new being as well new people to seek social comfort, as what is already a dark section of the city behind IceDevil.
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âBloody hell,â the voice was thick with an accent unknown to most, almost a dead language to those hard at hearing, those around backed away as the woman continued to chat with herself, âWhere is a room to sleep?â Other women pulled their children away, men eyed her, unsure of what she actually was. Did these people want something from her? This town was not to be trusted, but she did need rum. A stereotypical cow hardy, yeasty, codpiece, a drunken pirate. How unusual. Now, if the ships were far more entertaining, she would not have to lock arms with ale for every time she wanted to have a little fun, but, the men were frightened of her, and she would rather them be frightened than have them find her attractive, and get herself into a big heap of steaming trouble. She giggled at her thoughts, she did not know her age, but she knew she was under twenty years, and she wondered how she looked to the outside world, she was far from a port, dressed as a pirate, with no ship, no crew, not even a captain or a comrade to keep her company. Completely alone. Well, my,my, doesnât that make me feel on my oddy knokky? oh, being alone is never fun when you are alone. How she wished she could once again return to the sea, the voices of the crashing waves replaying constantly in her head.
Her arms were out to her sides, clad with leather gloves above her elbows, a dark trim and a red trim at the top, her hands lollygagging in front of her, drunken, lazy digits to comfort her arched back, it seemed as though this walk was intentional, but it was not in the least bit, she just needed more of that sweet burning sensation to cascade down her throat. Her uniform, was most unusual, a white shirt, cropped at the middle of her upper arm, trimmed in blue, greeted by olive skin, fair, but used by the sun. Her neck was adorned with at least twenty necklaces of various animal bones, and what seemed to be medicines. Her waist was covered in pistols, lining her belt, one sword on the right side of her body, and on the left, to bags to carry what would probably be gunpowder. Her bottom half was covered by a skirt to match her gloves, the same chocolate brown, with a firy red trim, greeted by boots of the same color ensemble. Her legs stayed with a certain beat, almost frightening for those around her, for every time she placed one foot in front of another, almost all of the curious eyes upon her would be sure to grantee her falling, face-first onto this brick-laid muddy road. Why is all of âdem out so late? She thought to herself, the night would invite those of her kind, the pirates, those who arenât of good nature to come out and play. But children? Families? Peculiar. She took a look down at her boots, thigh high and now splattered with mud, she realized how she was walking, and her rather atypical activities.
She paused, cleared her throat, and shook her shoulders, curious eyes to wonder if the townspeople were still observing their newest visitor. A child was locking eyes with her movements, he looked just old enough to be around four or five years. She pierced a gander at his mother, âWhat is him lookinâ at, now?â He turned his head, and it seemed that with her in town, this whole place would be nothing but creaking wood of building signs and muddy. Very muddy. Her face scrunched at how dirty she was getting, as if she wanted to shoot the ground to tame itâs puddles. She wished that maybe, just maybe this god forsaken cold wind would stop, or maybe, the wind would dry the ground, splish splashing everywhere and being inconvenient, this was bothering her immensely and she could not come to a conclusion as to why.
Eventually, she found herself behind a couple, walking rather slow, arms around one another, trying to pretend that love could be found in the moonlight. She was caught behind them, their bodies taking but the road. âAm âde only one to know that âchu be taken all the room on âdis road and walkinâ like a bunch of snails?â The couple was frightened by the obvious accent, and separated, the male turned to face her, a small dagger he pulled from a hilt, hidden in his shirt, just next to his breast. Her pristine pink lips warped into a smile, âYou do not have your wits about âchu.â She smiled, and grabbing a pistol, shot the man. His eyes rolled back and he fell into the arms of his lover, the smoke clearing, as she walked over his dead body, leaving the screams of the girl to her hearts delight. Now, I really need a drink. She knew that would cause an uproar, and soon, very soon, she would need to leave this place in the only way a pirate knew best, run.
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Raven wasnât sure how she had managed to find her way here, outside a tavern in the strangest world she had probably ever seen during her travels. Wondering if there was even any paid work to be had around here, if her talents as a shaman would even be useful, wanted and appreciated? So far, everything done had all seemed in vain to find her way back home, not even able to remember exactly what the spell was to discover herself in this predicament? Feet scuffing at the dirt, eyes forever looking about her in all directions as if something from the darkness would lash out and consume her in its foul black maws, leaving her lost to life. Raven certainly knew she wasnât in Ayenee, her beloved home, where she had been loyal to its Queen for darkness had long been banished and only the light remained to guide its children home. But something went wrong, had Raven used the wrong herb in the salve that was meant to heal? Was she dreaming? Confused and abandoned to the situation, this place, this tavern seemed like the only logic choice, the only hospitable place to seek shelter and find employment.
Walking past the frame of the massive doorway, eyes glancing up to examine the structure obviously designed for much larger people, or things. Nervous to the core, possibly even shaking just that Raven was too scared to notice, too afraid to even care or look down in case she drew unnecessary attention to herself. Stepping past people, even brushing up against some when making her way to the bar, grabbing the attention of one of the tavernâs waitresses âExcuse me miss, but I was wondering if you had any positions for employment?â The waitress looked her over, and Raven couldnât help but notice the rather suggestive clothing gripping curves and breast, the typical busty wench seen in most taverns where the atmosphere was more barbaric. Raven wasnât at all busty, not voluptuously curvy, if anything her figure was rather boyish, if it hadnât been for her looks, she could easily pass for a boy, still possibly could if her hair was fastened back into a ponytail. Leather attire, black gophers and a white gypsy blouse showing off a bone carving of her totem animal, the raven. Nothing at all spectacular, nothing at all to arouse attention.
With a soft smile the waitress replied and Raven detected this one was rather amicable in personality and alignment, possibly neutral. âWhy sure there lilâdarlin we are always lookinâ for staffâ The waitress looking Raven over and noticing the lack of female qualities that the waiting staff were hired for, then remembering there were indeed positions out back in the cookery and scullery. âI do know we are lookinâ for scullery maids and those more suited to the kitchen. âEre, come out back an Iâll see what I can do for you wee lassy!â A gesture to follow along the length of the bar, then out the back, passing closed doors where whispers echoed behind, to Raven it was all cloak and dagger, very secret and it began to rouse suspicions in herself that not even this place was everything it seemed. âBANGâ a single shot seemed to echo from the outside, causing Raven to jump, but not a flinch in the waitress. Again âstrangeâ Raven thought to herself until finally arriving in the kitchen where the waitress and some man exchanged words before walking over and looking her up and down, a non-expressive look on his face. âYep, sheâll doâ then handed Raven an apron, and a rude direction to a mountainous pile of dishes.
So much for the glamorous life.
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As she walked from the bodies, a dismal and dreary thought crossed her mind. Said man would be carrying money, as he did not look like a regular. No one would miss him, no one would really care for him, and the whole thing with this girl, well, her soul has deeply gone to pot, it will be awhile before she shares the story with anyone. She crossed one foot over the other, spinning herself around so quick, it caused her coat to whisper around her feet like smoke, a sort of dance she did without even trying. She walked to the girl, and smiled. She reached out her hand to her, and coiled digits around her chin, rubbing just below her lower lip with a polluted finger, âHim was no good for the lady like you, plus, him was slow walker. Very, very insulting to us who have the places to go.â She snuck her hand into the mans shirt while the girls glossy, red eyes were fixed upon the pirates own purple, unfeeling, hollow, deep eyes. The change purse was rather big, and jingled when she grabbed it from the safety of his belt. âHim also carry his money in an unsafe place. Him was no good man.â She stood, must have looked like some sort of God before her, as she flinched when the pirate took precedence over her huddled figure. She couldnât stand the womanâs wailing anymore, and with another hard jingle of the change purse, and a good colliding with the face of this woman, she abruptly quit her wailing, and fell atop her dead lover, she would wake within the hour.
Scoping the premises for anywhere with ale, every corner and crevice seemed to be a dimly lit house, a place where those would go for a very short list of things: sex, drugs, alcohol, money. Most places had people lollygagging about on some sort of crazy new fad that someone ate or snorted. Yes, this was all the rage now, she could remember when the taverns were peaceful places, a few fights here and there, but generally, a place to finally unwind. She smirked at the thought of her lost hopes and dreams of what this place could or might be. Envisioning a reality, her crooked smile faded as the broken glass and dreams faded together in the stench of sweat and ale, and as she continued her tangent, she realized, this place that made her so unhappy was a roundabout home. Once again, she could wear a face of optimism to deceive those who were suspecting. As she rounded a corner, she noticed a sign, etched into it âThe Weeping Reaperâ yes, that sounds all kinds of tavern.
The door swung open, her gun still in hand, pistol smoke should have been escaping from it, as most gave her awkward looks and stared into the abyss of their drink. Her choppy, short hair was enough to make some confused about her gender, her face was rounded, heart shaped, and she had defined features. Most could tell upon inspection that the majority of her facial features came from her father. But her figure is what tore her apart from any sort of thought that she was a male, it was hourglass, built, and fine. As if sculpted by the tender hands of an artist, her hips bounced side to side as she moved, her form fitting clothes hugging her curves in the way that most eyes were. She scoped the room and saw nothing interesting. Finally, after no sign of a threat or hostility towards her, she put her pistol in itâs hilt, and resting place, as if the pistol was a âfriend.â The rest of the patrons in this tavern were too busy fighting or flirting to even fathom an entrance. Yes, it was a roundabout home, and her lips stung for the drink. It was like when anyone had an addiction, the funny feeling in the back of your tongue, the meaningless wonder of why said substance is so important, the way that the thought waves at addicts as it passes by, donât want to be taunted by the actual presence of a problem, just want to solve it with the best way possible. It had been long, far too long since the last time she had taken a sip of the stuff. Almost a whole three weeks, far too long of a wait with someone who was in close relationships with anything. Burning your throat, warming your face, it was like a slice of heaven in a glass, the weather wasnât a fright, but it sure was cold enough to make a ten year old try a shot.
A table, in the middle of the room is where she would sit, though it was small, and only had accommodations for two, she did not mind. She was only drinking for herself, anyway. Tangent after tangent, thought after thought, she noticed the woman standing at the bar, fair of face and hair straggling down to cascade around her stick-like figure. But this only made the pirate almost jump from the seat. âNo, it could not, her is not one of âdem.â She whispered to herself. Her accent was thick, traced in dances that would run across her ears, and hers only. She thought making the woman turn around might help her solve the mystery, mostly, this pirate stood out, she was quite silent when it came to tone, but when she had to use her voice, she definitely could. She stretched out a hand and stood behind the table, pointing a finger at said woman, âYou!â An apron was thrown to her by some bulky, ungrateful man, who turned to look as she said it, too. Her voice was unreal, almost. Most could not point their finger on what she said, the rest could not believe her blood soaked glove, but no one seemed to really approach her about it. Maybe she was right in her kill, maybe no one knew about said couple, she knew no one would care, the way that these people treated one another. Her eyes were now centered on the back of the womanâs head, and all the pirate could do now was wait for her to turn around. Was she a shaman? Was she actually what she had been looking for?
All of dis time, no, it can not be
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[align=justify:6d07b73e24]Her new boss was a rather stout man, big in proportion to her small, miniature figure, a lot older than Raven and definitely not as well spoken, though Raven preferred to be slight of words and pretty much keep to herself, that way no delusions could be conjured in regards to her past and where she had come from. A grubby grey apron thrown at her, demanded to clear up the dishes and mugs scattered over empty tables, most of the cliental eat like animals, scraps on the floor where rodents and dog fought over the masterâs scraps. It was not her kind of place, but then, beggars cannot be choosers and Raven seriously needed the financial stability, to get her on her feet and settle down somewhere, it had been long since Raven called anywhere home; it was the gypsy heart that stopped her from remaining in an area for any length of time. Maybe she was running away from something? Ravenâs past⦠then, most ran away from a certain aspect of themselves that appeared more monstrous than humane.
Raven was only a young woman, not even at the age of seventeen, however, none should be fooled by the fact because for what she lacked in age, she certainly made up for in knowledge and experience. Those bright blue eyes reflecting the gift of the oracle, lips designed for cantrip and mantras of all the shamanistic arts. A bone pendant dangling at the heart of her throat in some arcane design, unknown, a mystery to those in these parts let alone the entire place. Where Raven came from was barely even a memory to her, still, simply nodding to her boss and placing the apron around her tiny waist then tending to her chores of clearing, cleaning tables in preparation for the next flux of people. Removing gravy stained dishes and smudged glasses before tackling the broken pieces of glass on the floor beneath one of the tables. Slicing the palm of her hand open on a jagged dagger while kneeling down, blood trickling as her attention pinned onto the cut, slowly standing, looking down at her hand and not seeing the woman sitting in front of her with penetrating wild eye.
Accidentally bumping the table, hip coming into contact only enough to shake and rattle the contents sitting on the tableâs surface. Face going a plush embarrassed shade of red, voice instantly stammering with that very same emotion of appearing like a total klutz, as the bottle toppled over, slamming against the top while contents spilled over, pouring onto the floor âI-i-I-I am so sorry Miss!! Can I fetch ye another?â Ravenâs youth was obvious, but voice couldnât help but be choked on as her eyes moved from the devastation of her clumsiness to that very same blood soaked glove, only just visible in the overture, shimmering black. âSo-so sorry!â Not used to confrontation, and hopefully this would not lead her into something she would more than likely not survive. [/align:6d07b73e24]
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When the girl turned around, it was like a hand reached inside of her soul, and shook her. She was indeed what the bandit had been searching for all this time. She was indeed a woman of many spells, but was engaged in her youth. Obviously kind at heart if settling for this sort of job, an apron dirtier than the pirate herself was being thrown at this fair ladyâs face. This man was one who would lose in battle, because he was too busy trying to maintain a âtough and machoâ persona. He didnât want to care about women, so, he ordered them around like slaves leaving them only their friends and co-workers to talk to about his wickedness and the way he treated the majority of women who crossed his sight. She wasnât impressed by his behavior, but the majority of those in this place were very busy acting like said âmachoâ owner, that they werenât noticing the sunken eyes of the employees. But this woman, who knew of the books and the ancients, this woman, would be able to help the pirate. She eyed the amount of money she had in her new change purse, more than enough to bribe the girl into help. Or at least help the poor dear out, she did not belong in a place for the pigs.
She would give her a legitimate job to help the finances in her life, and also let her take as much as she and two other men could carry, she just needed to know if the girl was at all willing to take up an offer with one of the biggest masters of deception, a pirate.
The woman extended her hand in a calm manner, in means to help the girl up. If the pirate helped, the black haired girl would most definitely be shot, or beaten if this man showed any mercy to those who paid allegiance to him at all. The dirt and grime filled every crevice of this pirates hand, and upon inspection of said extended hand the woman pulled it away to wipe it on her skirt, and extend it once more. It was certain that the girl was fretting over the blood on her hand. The pirate would not kill someone who had been alive for so long, oh no, thatâs a curse upon you, for the rest of your days. Though her hand interrupted the line of vision, and the bandit could not be seen, it was certain that she was smiling, as warm as she could to a stranger. This woman could be extremely powerful and she wouldnât know.
âI have an offer for ye.â
A smirk curled around those words, like a ribbon tied to her accent. A present just for this young girlâs ear. She knew the girl would most likely be shy, but she wanted to make sure that this girl was tough enough to go on the voyage if she were to go. To stand up to, and talk to, a pirate whom was guilty of a recent murder would take some serious brass.
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[align=justify:91aab59a1b]Raven was rather surprised at the gentile manner in which she had just been spoken to, hardly a custom gift to be granted articulate words in promising gesture of someone more than worthy of her notice. Used to the rugged treatment offered to her by this new found boss, biting her tongue and remaining complacent in her own approach, it could have been nothing more than a false face to lure everyone into a sense of superiority over someone the likes of Raven; clearly a misfit, and clearly not missed by the thundering heart of another. To most she was nothing but an enigma, a shadow to be overlooked, and truth this was the way Raven preferred it, to be unseen.
By some twisted sense of fate, this stranger offered her a sense of comradeship, perhaps one in time she could trust, even protect with her own life and conjuring spells, trinkets of the arcane arts- a penny for ones thoughts. It was all speculation, however while this ravening beauty offered her hand to Raven, both girls had been sighted with vehement eyes from the one whom thought himself a god amongst the pigs. Even as words spoke, he was making his way back over towards them, big beefy hands wrapped into tight fists that make Raven think of plucked turkeys stuffed onto his arms, and were now his foul hands. This one had an offer? Raven was certainly stricken with curiosity, so much that air formed a bubble in her throat and from this eagerness and anxiety, and she could hardly breathe.
From behind this strange, worldly lass the bulk of her boss loomed, shoving customers out of his path with wide enormous shoulders, stride thunderous in approach that Raven was sure she could feel the vibrations coming up right through the floor... a hefty giant just itching to be knocked down from his beanstalk. Raven's radiant blue eyes flashed in the direction behind the other woman, signify someone was approaching her from behind, but, Raven already knew this one had her wits about her, it came with survival and the knowing of how to make ends meet even in the dire of circumstances.
Shy or not, Raven would jump at the offer, words quickly resounding though also trying to hide the tepidness in that soft wavering sound "Ye offer I shall take, but right now, I think we 'ave other 'tings to be worrin' about" A soft shrug as shoulders shifted upwards, right hand extending to wrap around the neck of a dark brown glass bottle left on the wet surface of the table next to her. Raven was no victim, even if at times she played on to get a step ahead of all the other filth attempting to claw their way up through the gutter. Anywhere had to be better than here.[/align:91aab59a1b]
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The pirate could tell that this wonderful girl, this exquisite find was indeed worried of her boss and management, also surprised that a woman such as her was capable of the gestures she made. Yes, this pirate was indeed trustworthy, and by no means neutral, though this girl was soon to be tested as she heard the footsteps of Mr. bighead walking their way. His ego rolling behind him, like a boulder in his shadow, oh, he was not happy this woman was taking his newest worker, who would probably have been prostituted. Males would pace a pretty penny for a dame like this, the vandal couldnât help but feel sorry for this medicine woman. Yes, she could get out of this with just her wits. The shifty eyes of the woman was in a case of hilarity to the pirate, she knew that this man was deeply involved in a relationship with cowardice and panic, all men like him were, that, or he was mad about something hereditary. She curled her lips up and shook her shoulders, giggling at her thoughts about the macho company that was coming their way, shoving customers as if they werenât keeping his business on the ground. Most would see this as no laughing manner, though she wanted to make sure that the dark-haired beauty in front of her knew that she was safe with the pirate, and that she was to be trusted with a sense of companionship.
He pulled the last person away, his arms crossed his massive chest as he stood at eye-level with the woman. She was going to make this into a little game, and see how well he could play, she knew he did not have a gun, but did not know how skilled he was with a weapon. Though, he reminded her of a bilge rat, as she turned around to look at his face, greasy and worn, like leather, his skin was no longer fair, now just sagged almost a little too much to be human. She grabbed the hilt of her blunderbuss, able to load it in less than a minute, she seemed like a trigger-happy money crazed woman on the outside, and to most, that is all she remained. She smirked, the male still staring at her from the close range of her face. She shifted her eyes, narrowing them for a little while on every stain âpon his shirt, on every sign of drool, on the lack of a bulge in his tight working pants. âAhh.â She spoke too soon, he already noticed her looking âout of boundsâ, and she had to think quickly before his hand reached the breech of his sword.
The girl! She was next to this pirate, as the purple haired newcomer grabbed her by her hair and twirled the girl in front of her. âShe be cominâ witâ me. And âdere ainât no way I be lettinâ a cackle fruit like you takenâ her.â Her voice came out with the same peculiar sound, but now, it sounded like spit, her grip was rather hard around the girl, and she hoped that this young woman was able to tell what she was doing. Two people against 20 drunkards, highly unlikely that they wouldnât walk out of there without wounds that needed to be tended to, and she did not plan on staying in this place. She cocked her gun and pointed it at the mans forehead, since she was carrying one devastating piece of metal, (especially at close range) no one dared come near her. They all knew the dead boy and crying girl were cause of her, they all knew that she would get what she wanted eventually, but the man was persistent. âShe just started work for me, Iâll be aâtaken her back now.â he took a small step forward, cautioning even himself as he stared at his new piece of meat and the barrel of the gun, he then offered âany of my other girls are far more seaworthy than this.â The pirate jerked her back, closer to her now, âNo, you be steppinâ away, I donât be wantinâ no one else. And, if she be so useless to you, 'twill be easy to let her go feed 'den, yes?â
It was the girls turn to think of ideas, they could fight, but they would need attention, and the townspeople all loved the owners of brothels, but, could this girl heal wounds as well? And if they fought with these people would she help the pirate? All of these thoughts ran like lost children through the pirates head, but she just adjusted her hat with the hand that was holding the gun, and loosened her grip on the girl. She comes anywhere well equipped with her wits, but, it would be fun to see if this girl was seaworthy or a landlubber. She decided to sit back and watch, the pirate just dug a hole, could the girl get them both out?
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IceDevil stood momentarily, before his back turned and blended amongst the willowy shadows which laden beneath a nearby tree. The eerie purplish glow of his eyes came beneath the layered silvery-white hair, while he stepped out from the tree with leave gently fallen to the ground. IceDevil's hand manuevered through his hair, pushing the hair away from his view. IceDevil was approached by a few locals, that called themselves palm readers. IceDevil glanced down at the elderly woman, and a younger version of the elderly woman, possibly her granddaughter. IceDevil hesitant at first, but this intrigued him, meanwhile outside the gates of the city's flashing night life. IceDevil held his palm out, and the elderly woman looked down, then she looked up at him. The elderly woman spoke softly in her age, " You are not from here are you stranger. The stars on your hand do not align with the stars above. This means you may write your own history here, either it be your downfall or a rise. " IceDevil purposely pulled his hand back, looking down at the palm, then clenched his hand into a ball; knuckles blemishing more whiter than before. IceDevil pulled a few coins from his small leathery pouch, and gave it to the woman. IceDevil stood momentarily, and nodded his head to the petite woman then moved along walking away inside the gates of the city.
People were mezmerized by a person shot on the ground, and IceDevil walked a bit closer checking the scenery out, before he walked away; not wanting to bring attention to IceDevil as he is a new stranger of the city. IceDevil asked around the local individuals, yet many strayed away from IceDevil, but finally a couple individuals gave him the night life giving directions for a few local areas of entertainment. IceDevil kept to himself, and proceeded to the Weeping Reaper Tavern. IceDevil still yet concerned himself with what the elderly woman told him, it is a mystery not to know your destiny when you are not in your own home world which the things that live there are wanting to over throw your power. To destroy what created them, what would happen if they killed their Shadow Deity? IceDevil is not home, but it will linger through his mind. IceDevil got to the Weeping Reaper Tavern, and the night life expected very social, and people surrounded the place like ants to a sugar hill. IceDevil walked inside, and proceeded while a woman wild the crowd up, a woman with purple hair. IceDevil remained calm, until they would react accordingly to their human ways. IceDevil stood his thumb popping the Kezef blade from the sheath, yet remained undetected. The luminous purple eyes, dimmed shrouded himself in an aura which provided protection against divination, and scrying abilities. This would aid his ability to discern what the individuals would do. IceDevil entered during a public disturbance, while he waited for the reactions, and those eyes to taunt at his being. IceDevil slowly moved through the crowd attempting to get near the bar, and away from the disturbance that the young purple haired woman aroused. The men surrounding her, while her intimidation factor gone up since they have not done anything to attempt to "capture" the woman. IceDevil coyly smirked, as he reached the bar, and ordered the local beverage. The barkeep pulled up a hazel-brown liquid, and slammed down a short glass pouring the liquid into the glass. IceDevil picked the cup, and slammed it back, while the burning sensation went through him unthawing his insides. IceDevil spoke, " Another! IceDevil got another not giving in to drill this second cup of the mild tasting alcohol.
IceDevil kept his eyes keen, and would react accordingly. It is a good situation to start a bar fight, or to vanquish the enemy if they would get physical with the young lass. The people around IceDevil took a few steps to the side, giving IceDevil a space. It could've been just him, or the aura. Either way he did not want to cause trouble......yet. The barkeeper slammed his hand on the bartop, IceDevil raised a row at the man, and paid the barkeep pulling the correct amount of currency to pay the rude barkeeper. IceDevil did not want attitude from anyone, no matter how unpersonal it is. This type of attitude, however kept IceDevil on the edge and ready for anything. IceDevil's hand went back resting on the hilt of the Kezef blade, and secured it within the grasp of his hand. The eyes started looking at IceDevil and his defensive stance, their heads turning looking at the purple haired woman. Is there any connection between the purple eyed male, to the purple haired woman? Many were thinking that, yet IceDevil did not let their assumptions disturb him. The left hand grabbed at the glass then taking a long slow sip before a person approached IceDevil. "Hello, Sir. Can I ask you a question? " IceDevil gave a simple nod as he scanned the Tavern more over. The woman asked, "What's your name?" IceDevil responded, as he leaned to whisper in the womans ear, " I am IceDevil, now please let me drink alone. Thanks for asking." The woman kindly smiled and shying away from IceDevil going back to a booth with her other girl friends, and to only speak about the stranger. IceDevil remained unattached to any conversations keeping them to a minimal. IceDevil embraced this Realm for now, yet will it grow on the Deity from another dimension?
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[align=justify:5aec35c786]Raven tilted her head, had the pretense all become enough? Playing the victim was only good for the length of time she won sympathy in order for her to get everything from them that was of their worth, their measure- for whatever it may be. Had an opportunity come up for her to taste, an offer not even Raven in her right mind should refuse; to be able to belong somewhere? For those few final moments, Raven had been captivated by the character before her, the way she spoke, held herself in high esteem that rose above all the common folk drinking their squalor and bantering in indecipherable drunken clatter- offering nothing more than a smile until the large bulk of beast beside her aside and engaged at conversation with the ravishing beauty of the ocean before her. Raven was somewhat envious, but then again, she was no ugly duckling either. With a coy smile Raven turned her attention to the one she knew as her âbossâ, he would pay her a wage but that did not entitle him to own her. âWhat is this?â Raven thought to herself, the words flowing like a stream through the already swirling maelstrom of thoughts swarming to gather like a nest of poisonous spiders.
Being moved around, pushed backwards and forwards finally procured some of that warrior spirit to fight free and come to the surface, words exchanged in order to claim one that really would never be tamed, just the sea who had been offered- maybe that was the life for her, to rise on the tide and become a menace of the mariner? It was in that second the idea more than appealed, it wasnât like an offer but instead a âcallingâ. Raven smirked, stepping slightly adjacent to the bulky fat man dressed in grubby scullery attire where grease dripped over protruding brow and grayish stubble⦠moving more to the side of the stranger whom she had yet to know the name of. From behind her back, beneath the velveteen fabric of gypsy-bright vest and the waistband of her pantaloons; her small digits furling around the handle of her knife then moving again to the side of the man where her back would cover her actions and the position of the rapturous female would also provide adequate camouflage of her actions as they now came into plan.
Swiftly whipping out the blade from behind her back, stepping forward to bring her miniscule size against the juggernaut bulk of her victim, honed blade instantly pointed downwards and across to the most precious of his jewels, where even the sharpened tip would be felt as the blade slowly slid upwards between his legs. Voice forceful, not taking any further tripe from this cretin who was worth noting in her eyes but a simple, quick meal ticket âO âIâll be leavinâ âden⦠you think I be feared of the likes of chu, huh? âFink wisely now Sir for I think chu nufinâ more den a beast I could surely snip âen make sure chu bred no furthaâ⦠yeh? I âfink chu be steppinâ away en lettinâ us go bout our business otherwise Iâll be makinâ chu into a girlâ¦â Ravenâs size was nothing to be scared of that was for sure, but it was the iciness in her voice that gave the impression if she had to, she would kill him on the spot, disembowel him before all his customers and giving them some of the same sup of sweetness as he had got. She had enough of being pushed around by men⦠no longer would she be the victim. [/align:5aec35c786]
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There was no moment for hesitation, no openings to declare signs of weakness, just a pirate and a potential sea woman locked in her arms. Yes, this was a make or break situation, all of the patrons gawking at her confidence, her hostage, and most of all, wondering what is going on. This âhelplessâ woman was ready to be defended by some and others were glad her life was at stake. All in all, the situation was starting to gather gravity, and the room became more bona fide at that point, the wood on the walls became deeper, the voices louder, and the people well, dumber. The situation gained weight, and the pirate didnât do heavy, the girl had to make a decision now, or the pirate would have to make it for her, and she didnât know who would strike back if she made a wrong move with the barkeep.
Suddenly, her shy companion opened up and let the burning, raging, dancing, beautiful fire inside of her spit out of her mouth like deception, probably sweeter than honey for her to say it as well. The words escaped from her mouth and fell onto the mans potbelly, his eyes grew large that he ever employed this girl. This woman who could speak to a man in that way, it was just wrong to hear things coming from what should be a passive mouth. Most men in the room were stricken by her words, that would send a barbarian running home to his mother.
His sausage fingers greeted the womanâs face, he smiled a crooked, wicked smile, with teeth poking out that had to be fake they looked so terrible. He smelt like whiskey and something that had died, now rolled into a cigar he had in his hand. With her face in his pointer finger and thumb he whispered in her ear âI hope you have fun, lassie. I will find ye. And I will come for ye. And you will die.â His hands let go fiercely, her soft skin contrasting in his clammy hands, her skin looking fresh and recently washed next to his back fingernails.
Purple hair whipped in front of the black as the pirate glanced into the eyes of the other âDo ye âtink da sea be of yer bread nâ buttaâ, or do ye have an itch to stay here?â The fire danced with the glaze on her eyes, the people stopped worrying so much as the barkeep went on with his job. âWhaddya say, mate? Shall we scappa flow?â a smirk came after her words, when she noticed a man staring more so than others, not because he was a ogling idiot but because he was interested in her. She didnât want to deal with a man for the time being so, she turned her back, if his interest was too much, he could ask her for company and she would join. As of now, she was ready to leave with her newly found commerade.
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[align=justify:3b443adab9]Raven knew she had this pathetic excuse of a man by the short and curlies; it gave her a macabre sense of satisfaction in herself for ever taking his crap in the first place, but it was just one of those things she had to do, no one hired rogues these days unless they were short of being a thug- and beating up on the clients was rather bad for business. Yes, his size was much bigger in comparison, almost yetish, big, furry with an odor of grease and musk- jack-o-lantern teeth that shone a ghastly and sallow yellow⦠at least the ones that were not black or missing, reminding Raven of pianoforte keys, old and out of tune. Still, she squared her shoulders back puffed out that chest and spoke with an aggressive authority that made many wild dogs cringe and whimper for mercy. Would this fool, push the issue? No, he too would cower, for the soft spot dangling between his legs like a limp piece of salami was indeed his weak spotâ¦just like most other men, you can threaten to steal, rape and kill their entire family and an eyelid would not flutter, but impose injury on that one, flaccid area and eyes begin to water.
The tip of the knife pressed a littleâ¦harderâ¦digging in past the flimsy protection of fabric to really press her issue, an issue should he speak with any form of malice or threat against her person, she would snip him like a turnip going into a stew pot. It appeared Raven had found a new friend, one who poked her finger in the manâs face, shaking it around then speaking words that were sheer music to Ravenâs ears- another snide smirk rolling over candy pink lips rich with insulting phrase just itching to come out, would she restrain herself? "Yew betta watch yer back, Lor' luv a duck! because I am gonna be back fer yew some dark an' foggy title fight. Know what I mean?" She knew there was a very strong possibility he wouldnât know what the hell she was saying, but perhaps this seafaring Goddess would? Again pressing the tip of knife deeper into his crotch before swiftly rising it to mid air and flicking it back to the direction of the kitchen "Ere wee Betsy, git back to the kitchinâ an make us some pancakes for the trip, eh? Yew mammering weather-bitten horn-beasteh!" Black eyes combing the manâs physique, noticing he defiantly wasnât shaped for sportive tricks, nor made to court an amorous looking glass.
Watching him quickly scoot off without so much as a smart word to circumcise the situation any further than what she could have given the slipâ¦now turning to the glorious female who spoke with such beautiful quick witted words. "Mind me askinâ yer name? Mine is Raven!" Other hand elegantly reaching out to shake the other womanâs with firm handshake before answering her question with zeal and enthusiasm none could describe "Nay, I âave no desire to remain amongst these pigs in the squalor of filth for which âdey live. âDese vile worms are not worthy the likes of us. But, I will be honest, never âave I rode upon the back of Neptune, but, I will sure give it me best shot, cappa flow⦠letâs get outi âdis place, tha stench is makinâ me wanna baf!" Eyes flashing towards the door, but would they get out so easily?[/align:3b443adab9]
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Over hearing the common linger of words from the Tavern, ordering one more drink of the liquid it had no taste to him, only a thirst that is unquenchable. IceDevil moved along the people steadily walking with a hand out, kindly bumping into strangers, while pick pocketting their pouches. IceDevil's hand put away the gold pouch before someone would notice, that he is a shady thief. Approaching Raven, and the Pirate lady IceDevil's tongue spoke of concern, and curiosity, waiting for them to finish talking before he could interrupt. The people watched their eyes filled with hostility since Raven, and the Pirate Lady enlightened the Tavern's mood by upsetting whomever they did. He came upto Raven after shaking the other womans hand, he attempted to shake Ravens, " Hi, not to interrupt but I am IceDevil. I'd be curious to accompany you both to whereever you are headed. I am quite new to this land, and very new to this city. " He stopped momentarily, before someone came upto IceDevil and patted his shoulder, the boss of the establishment. His purplish-indigo eyes glazing over to look over his should to the potbellied boss, the boss spoke, " You there IceDevil will leave, and not come back. Someone reported that you were thieving others out of their gold, " [/i] IceDevil looked back at the two ladies, as four burly men approached the boss from behind. The guard touched IceDevil upon the shoulder, and pulled him around IceDevil looked up at the man, and chuckled briefly calmly replying " You will have to escort me to the door, and then I can beat you four senseless, or these ladies behind me can show you four up. I do not think you want to be beat up by women do you? "
The burly men began to get aggrivated, IceDevil lifted his hand and nodded, " Your lucky....." IceDevil turned to the ladies, nodding slightly the tresses of silvery-white hair shunned over his face, " I will be outside waiting, if you ladies need an extra comrade. " IceDevil walked away and was escorted to the door, the four guards standing by the door watching IceDevil stand outside in the dark, with the moon beaming down. The Night only began, and his power only grew stronger. IceDevil focused his thinking, and did not think it was useful to kill in the city he was unknown too, while being very unique and already seen before many. No qualms with anyone, IceDevil paced himself, pulling out his burgandy colored pipe his lighting inged lips to slowly smoke from it pulling a long haul of scented tasteful smoke, then blowing it away possibly waiting, or moving onward in the large city.
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There were so many words to describe the remarkable outgoing characteristics of this woman, her shy exterior was completely obliterated by her will in times of need. As she voiced herself to the roaring stature of a pirate the purple haired female nodded her head âAye!â then something escaped from her stomach which she had not experienced in a long time, real laughter, as she spread her lips and showed off her choppers, the candle light danced with her features as introductions came. The woman who was soon to be with this pirate for quite some time revealed her name to be a strange one, but workable all the less. She was glad that she had found an accomplice for her travels, the sea is definitely her home, and everyday she stays away from it she gets a little weaker, of that there is no doubts, but the pirateâespecially a captain, needs company for the months against the raging sea.
A perked eyebrow, a strong handshake, and a curled grin formed her on her face, as mysterious as lines and shapes in the darkness. âGor Beggy, woman!â she said as her features focused on her new mate âTell ye âda troofâ âere I havnât no flowery dell since I las saw me old pot and pans,â her eyes widened with her smile as she snapped her fingers, the leather in her gloves silent as the were now worn from the recent battle. âIâve got it!â The idea would soon be passed to Raven, for now, the pirate was lifting the wooden shot glass to her lips, inhaling the scent of nail polish remover and drinking the almost black scotch, older than her. âYou givân me a name anâ I will share the jolly roll blues with everyone!â Itâs obvious the pirate had a trait that most of her kind shared, very bad and simple at naming things, though it seemed to jump this on her, she might have the same attribute as the pirate âIt would be awfully cream rice, to have a flowery dell for once.â It was at this time that the pirate, who seemed to have a sort of respect in this room for her lack of tact was feeling the stares of everyone who had not wanted her company in the first place. âAh, first we should scappa, definitely.â
As soon as the pirate came back on track with her flow of thoughts she turned around to see the mauve eyes portal hers, like moving planets, his voice was kind and almost tender, enough to make a woman such as herself blush. She let out a sarcastic laugh as he walked away, her hand still warm from their formal handshake. She turned to Raven âWell, what of the bloke, eh?â she turned as the door closed her voice lower, as if trying to keep this between the two of them â I have only had radio rental and chicken oriental experiences with men such as âim, most blokes are absolutely bonkers.â She knew he could hear their conversation, but, it was obvious that she did not mind, she was a lot like a man in the way she carried herself, she did not care about her posture, or showing off her skin, she didnât care about who thought what, all that mattered to her was how she was going to commandeer a ship with two people. âThough, we do need âim, maybe thaâ bloke has info a crew.â Her index and thumb grazed her jawbone, fingers running across her sun kissed skin, it was obvious her sun exposure was to a maximum.
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[align=justify:a251bebf07]Raven did not shake the mans' hand who would come to be known as IceDevil to her eyes and ears. Instead offer a slow languid wink as tongue glided over rubicund lips cresting with a sassy simper. Never taking her eyes from the keg-bellied boaster or the braggart buffoons, that danced to the tune of his pipes when speaking without shame to those many ears perked to the vociferous intermingling of all chained to the exhilaration of the moment... that was soon to become far more heated for none should ever trust a gypsy with a little bag of tricks at the convenience of her knowing. Despite being famished, despite being tired and weather beaten⦠Raven had an inner spark that burned like the flames of hell, fiery and quicker witted than any could draw a blade, let alone breath- silver venom tongue always eager for the argument and debate just to annoy, she never cared about proving a point to arm her ego, even though she did have one of those too. In first mention, Raven referred only to those in attendance of the sausage-fingered baboon and his band of fat merry men. Her voice far colder than the artic seas where the ice-bitter winds scathed to sever even the most ardent of loverâs breathes, to render them frozen in seizure to their affection.
âMe bucko! Letâs leave âdese lubber addlepate sperm whales to âdere vices an grog, even âdere whim for âalf haggard womin! Aye, I wuddnât piss on dem if dey were on fire⦠not even worthy of shark bait! Yeh, letâs scappaânâflow, see where âdis lil adventure takes for us both⦠oâ an the Jack Tar who wants to come along for the breeze.â Gaze diverting over towards IceDevil as the men approach him from behind, placing hands on his shoulders as if to forcefully remove him from the premises? Raven offering the Pirate Lass a gentle nudge to the side, while turning away slightly towards the door, and the hand which held the knife in the silhouetted shadow provided by the natural light of flickering candle and dark recesses of the room. Again tongue licked across her lip as a malevolent glint flared in the centers of her nigrescent eyes desiring an inkling of trouble, mischievousness and strife. Following the motion, her voice far quieter, finally responding to further questions, though never allowing her eyes to leave that boiling misanthropy amalgamating from within âMe name is Rav'n, and yours me lass? Neva met such jolly old souls before eh, must be zee squalor brewed rum dey serve âere.â
Apertures offering a semi-friendly smile while watching IceDevil and the men make their way over towards the door, though she pondering jumping on one of their backs and stabbing his eyes out with a match stick, as delectable as the thought was, and appealing, she refrained while continuing to speak. âMost blokes got no real cobblerâs awlsâ making the gesture of a set of balls with her hand with it turned upwards and fingers curling ever so slightly as if to grasp a sack of them and shake generously. â Most jist wanna get ter scratch yer head, get all up 'n yer Alan Whiskers⦠zig an zag an not even bother to give yer april showers! Fuck⦠fuck⦠fuck⦠dat is all âdey wanna do.â Raven couldnât stifle the smirk forming more blatant than the rising moon, hand finally moving from the grasp position to the curves of her slender physique then leaning in closer to her matey and whispering to her ear. âEeeeeee (maybe) zee Lemon Squeezer wants to shag us both?â Then allowing a rather bold explosion of laughter to assail, cutting through the silence like a blade would slice through butter (of course not in her ear).
âBlokes are bonkers but sugar candy to âave round, dey may not âave ta brains but sure got zee brawn... plus 'dere fun to take zee piss out when stubblin' in tha scotch mist. If yer dun âave any Fred McMurrays wif a bloke being on tha nanny goat, tiss yer boat Miss an I wonât be âavin any problems wif yer Capânâ offering a jovial grin before making her final comment for the moment âAnyways, we cud always cut off 'is Three Card Trick n make 'im dance the Hempen Jig if zee bloke dun watch âis mannârs, eh?â However it was bluntly obvious to Raven that this place had longed lived its entertainment, as fragile as it had been the whole time⦠perhaps the place required a little spark to liven the place up a little? Another sinister thought popped into Ravenâs head as diligently as one would rape a vestal virgin (if given the chance). They could flitter around for a bit, loot some pockets then walk on out with the finesse of a tea leaf in the guise of the most glamour of all thieves⦠a pirate. Of course one could jest and argue the point, but really would any of these livered-dogs be brave enough to test the waters? [/align:a251bebf07]
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Teasing vamp vixens they were as their flirting eyes met the curving bodies of shadows that danced about the room, in some sort of jolly candlelight. Any man would be intrigued by them, this the pirate lass knew well, she could tell she needed to think of a name, for her purpose and theirs, it is such an inconvenience to be called âyouâ on a pirate ship filled with a crew. The wooden trim all along the room started to smell like fresh pines as the night grew on, the warmth of the room, the body heat from the drunkards, finally activating a scent that wasnât comparable to a deck of sea dogs, most of whom refused to bathe. She noted that she might be philandering a little too much, and turned towards her partner once more, the glaze on her eyes matching that of the fires in the room, her eyes gaining an intensity that only foreign lighting could assume on the cambers of her fresh face and the color of her vivid violet eyes.
Her partner, at first fixated on the male, showing him her wrath and her love in just one look, a common thing that a woman must be able to do on a ship, if the men know only your love, they see no wrath, and no warning is just plain rude. She had the tongue of a serpent, insults rolling off with such ease, letting her voice maintain a regular volume. She did not mind what the other lasses and blokes thought of her, she just let her thoughts flow regularly, not a second thought before saying anything, which will only get you promoted on a ship. The pirate felt a sense of companionship, camaraderie, with this other gypsy pirate woman. She did not know her profession, she still hoped it was what she was wondering in the first place, though, she thought it impolite to ask, and kept it to herself.
âMy flowery dell be Basingstokeâ She was quiet before, but since she had thought of a label, she was not so anymore. Maybe the lower tone in her voice was inspired by the fact that she did not want everyone to know her name? She had used Basingstoke once before in the company of the French, it seemed that they enjoyed her name. She decided to keep it this way until she saw fit to change it once more. âIf ye find a more suitable label, ye jusâ let me know and Iâll try me best to comply to ye wish.â Her voice suddenly changed, a more forceful and concentrated accent fell from her lips, only to fly up and entrance the ears of whomever her words were directed to. It was a sense of triumphance, and also a sense that she was finally coming back to herself, she could taste the salty air in her lips, feel the harsh wind in her face, tendrils whipping at her ears and the nape of her neck as she, and this new lass, rode on a wooden monster, yelling orders at the crew and taking what they can. A large smile grew across her darkened lips, they were almost black by the dim light in the room, her teeth contrasting like a black and white photograph with a long exposure. She wanted desperately to be out on the sea, and her ship was docked, it had just been docked âfor freeâ for the past two months.
A laugh escaped the pirate, as Raven spoke the truth about males, how they have no adornments besides the ones that god bestows them to brag about. The laugh was deep, rooted within the confines of her stomach able to explode into the open heartily, soâs everyone could see that even the pirates, even the dogs, even the prisoners and thieves could still laugh harder and better than anyone else in this room. As that thought crossed Basingstokeâs mind, she stood, her muscles in her legs toning with each step as she walked to her new associate. A hand placed âpon Ravens shoulder, fingers peeking out through her black tendrils as the short haired pirateâs lips came to meet her ear. âI gots a ship, I needs a crew.â She said, whispering now so no one could hear the information she was about to give out âThe bloke might not be such a sour idear to have around, eh? He might actually help out when need be. We will test him while we are outside, and on the journey to The Abatan, my ship. We will see where his alliances lie and what his intensions be.â She laughed at this idea, knowing that it was foolproof, knowing that he, like any other man would be quick to fail the mind games that women can play oh, so well. Though the man was quite handsome, that did not mean he was kind or loyal. âIf we be leavin we need to scappa now, thereâs no possible way that this owner who acts like heâs on the bumblebee is going to let us three go free.â
She couldnât quite find the right thing to say, though she knew in her heart of hearts that her ship was untouched by men who wanted to keep the one thing they could brag about, because in her home town, she never talked to anyone, they were too afraid of her family history, she did what she wanted when she wanted, and that was the end. Her hometown is called The Oak Island, where the hiding place of Captain Kiddâs loot is said to be hidden, the pirate did not know, but in all her years of residence, none brought back more than an empty shovel. She knew everything was in order there, as for here, well that was a different story. She believed that they could make a quick escape if they were unseen. She decided to lead the way, and without a word, she lifted herself up from her friends shoulder, stood like a triumphant leader in battle and walked out the door, only to run into the bloke that had been the most recent hot topic. She smirked and thought to herself let the games begin. she placed a finger along his jawbone and traced his features, âYou can join. But ye jusâ know, things will not be easy for ye.â She smiled and grabbed his chin gently, winking at him, and turning to her friend. She decided to stop gabbing and let one of them speak.
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Icedevil's ears quirked unnoticeably moving to the slander, and other names he had heard from the guards which stood outside the entrance of the Weeping Reaper Tavern. The Kazef blade [\i]telepathicly interrupted ICeDevil's thoughts of choice for this Taverns future death," Master, what are you going to do? "[\i] IceDevil responding, while the cherry-smelling smoke filtered through the hairlines stringing over his hostile face. " I intend on destroying the place after we board this ....so called ship, of the Pirate Lass. "[\i] IceDevil seeing the purple-haired captain, and Raven exit the Weeping Reaper Tavern. Both ladies approaching IceDevil, whom he remained calmed with a light deceptive smirk, eyes filled with a shady development as these thoughts crossed his mind. The two ladies spoke in pirate slander, IceDevil understanding here and there. Icedevil's sea-legs have not been used in a while, but this will change with what is about to happen to this hostile place. These people will know better to treat outsiders as fiends, since they were only beautiful, and their freedom will come at a cost, eventually.
IceDevil veered at the ladies, and the purple-haired captained approaching IceDevil, placing her hands on his face, while an eyebrow rose with curiosity. " It will be easy for me, until we get onto the ship. Lead the way Basingstoke. I have a diversion to let us have a safe sailing, we just need to get to the ship before I cause this distraction" [\i] IceDevil's lithe voice spoke, before he started to follow the ladies, walking aside with one of the ladies. It will be easier to retrieve a sense of security, being apart of a crew he did not know that the three were starting up. Icedevil felt upset, but because of his deceptiveness, it could be really hard for anyone to read his true emotion's, while yet there is always something lingering on the tip of his sharp-witted tongue to say. Swirly indigo eye's kept keen on streets, while wanderers kept walking. should IceDevil provoke the first attack against this establishment? It would be quick, and nearly everyone dead. This could mean Magistrates hunting, and other powerful identities attempting to scry where this powerful force of power came from. However all three had something array in this town, being bad or good but it seemed mostly discomfortable to be in this city. The high seas could be more terrifying than this city, as it adds the thrill, and excitement every crew may need.
" I will help, and be apart of the crew, but we shall figure this out after we board the ship. "[\i] They kept walking, and IceDevil did not know the city's different locations. The purple-haired captain, and her friend RAven would lead the way. IceDevil could feel eye's upon them, people watching and giving away information to the whereabouts they were leading, and possible into their first urban encounter. How could this happen now he was apart of this "crew", the ladies knew their sea, and IceDevil did not know their combat abilities. IceDevil keen on this issue, however they will approach first, if any encounter,since IceDevil will be able to defend himself leaving no mercy that comes across him and the Kazef blade. It shall be interesting to show what a Shadow Master could do, but infront of the eye's whom could be loyal. It is a high-risk to take, but alas' the purple-haired captain, said it will not be easy. This will have a mutual effect between him, and the other two crew members. Basinstoke, and Raven. IceDevil lacks the insight of an effective team, but this new interaction may allow him to open up and explore this new world. Offering a competitive chance to become loyal, and vice-versa.
( OOC note: Leaving an open challenge for the encounter, this way it will lead to a downfall of the city's and not to mention "the crews" high chance to be undetected.)
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[align=justify:1c109f3957]Maybe it was just her,but everyone in the city seemed a little edgey with their shifty eyes and even shiftier hands, local whores selling their over-used beats to anyone filthy or cheap enough to lend a copper coin or two. Raven snickered, for the journey she really didn't a lot of talking, rather keeping her wits about her and only speaking when Basingstoke made comment or hilarious pun in regards to the shabby populace of this degrading and diseased place. The dagger which she held back at the tavern was now slipped upward into the sleeve of her jacket, fingers holding it against the warmth of her wrist, there should it be needed; then again everything could be solved with an abrupt headbutt or slam with the knee to the soft squishy bits between the legs should any male attempt to get... fresh with the young rebel.
Following Basingstoke to the mighty ship she had briefly spoken about, Raven couldn't help but be excited about some journey across the rolling seas, the smell of salt in the spray and the annoying call of Sea-Gulls and other oceanic creatures looking for a free ride and meal ticket... kind of like her in a way. She couldn't help but chuckle at the notion of herself being a free-loader, it just wasn't what she was about- always prepared to work hard. Passing the darkness of decrepid buildings, rubble, broken doors and glass, even the stench of human rot, trash, stagnant water in the drains filling Raven's nose making it twitch in disgust. "Me don' Adam and Eve it!!! Dere filthy pigs in this city, makes me wanna toss up me cookies!!" A dry gagging sound following with the statement as Raven had to use everything to retrain herself from totally losing the plot not to mention breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Finding composure somehow, feeling like a fallen banana from the fruit tree of fools, studious eyes glancing around to take note of where they were and the road taken to this new life and adventure. "Soooo, where is dis beauty called zee Abatan? Am eager to see it wif me own two peepers. Seems like fortune has smiled upon us ole Icy, lookd like dis lady is gonna take us to the ends of the world... and mebbe if we're lucky, some gold to go wif it!!" A bold statement she was sure, but then again Raven was no fool either and she knew where there were pirates, there was always gold to follow, just how they were going to obtain this gold was the key to her excitment. Was it buried on some island beneath the golden sands or were they going to take it from some merchant ship with cannon and sword? The excitment was just too hard to contain any further, steps becomming faster as they approached the jetty/docks... and there she was, in her glorious splendor... THE ABATAN.[/align:1c109f3957]
Sorry about the lame ass post, I wanted to get us moving on to this exciting adventure without dragging the scene out for more than what I have already. Hope you guys do not mind. <333
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Leather clad feet pacing ever so slightly across the wooden floor that was the ground. The soles were loud, signifying their old age by their demand for others attention, the bells around one shoe covered in dust, accumulating more as her stroll went on. The tavern was soon to be old news, surrounded in a shroud of hazy, drunken, unwanted memories. Basingstoke was ready for a new crew, ready to experience what most did not. The curious screams of those she would plunder, the new excuses of men that would die at her blade, the encounters of countless worthless pigs who would try to get on her good side. She thought of all of these menacing things as a malicious grin spread across her lips, the shadow of the door dancing over her face as she turned to look at the tavern once more. Everyone in the tavern felt a very human chill crawl up their spines, as the amethyst haired woman flashed her peculiar eyes at Raven and their new male accessory.
Ah, yes, it was apparent that the old bandit saying would be quite fitting, and the lady was so crazed by her thoughts for a moment, she even said it out loud, while standing near IceDevil âDead men tell no tales.â She gave out a gratified laugh after this statement, which would cause those of the normal mind and heart to consider her insane, but her laugh danced with the night air, like fire, cracks of it escaping into the night air, some into the ears of the already chilled at the tavern. Her movements were elegant, one hand on her lower back, two legs parted gently, resting her weight on her hip. The people in this tavern were evidence, evidence is never good of any pillaging or plundering. These people were lucky to be ignorant of Basingstokeâs wrath, though they knew what was in her power, considering the entrance she made.
She knew that her newly found comrades would soon be wondering what her plans were, but like any captain, she had to know the loyalty of her crew. She didnât want to tell them of the plan, she was sure that others have heard of the tale Captain Kidd, she didnât want them to know the danger of what lies ahead, the majority of pirates were great at expressing their cowardice in the face of and at the thought of danger. She needed to make sure both of them werenât yellow bellied lice infested sea bassâs of characters. She brought her finger to her mouth now, gnawing on her nails, as if it were a habit, not a nervous tick. She noticed her unusual quietness as she stood with the two new experiments, if you will, her eyes made contact with them once more, and she took her hand from her mouth, a harsh movement, her face scrunching in what seemed like comical disgust as the shadows of the candle lit tavern added to her new found facial expression. âWhat?â she said, completely oblivious to what the plan was, most would be unsure of her title âYou got somethinâta say then?â she brought her nail back to her mouth, naturally, gnawing more âWe canât be lettinâ this sortaâ mess interrupt our plans. I ask ye what the plan shall be, and how we will arson this pub?â Her movements, fluid, her legs, natural, as if she was coming back to reality at this point, as if she had lost herself before.
âIf there be anyone whoâs aâknoinâ about our beinâ âere, expect our time at the mast to be short lived, along with your life at that. No survivors.â She was serious, but kept a calmness on her face, as if she knew there were others who were listening in, especially to the women who werenât scared of a single male soul. âAh, well, there be two survivors, so âdey can be tellinâ âda stories.â It was clear, she thought of human lives as novelties items, rather than something important, it was clear that you would want to stay in her good graces. The suspicious women who seemed to make a male commerade in their efforts of visitation, the suspicious women who seemed to make quite a ruckus in their efforts of visitation. âAh, yes.â She thought of the need of weapons, Basingstoke was well equipped, she turned to the man with eyes that matched her hair, his figure shining in the little light they had she noticed his weapons on him already, cleared her throat and tapped him on the shoulder, sighing gently and letting out a giggle âOh, You come equipped, but can you use your equipment?â oh, how she would love to have a worthy opponent for once, but the pirate did not have time to execute a challenge, she had to help those around her, she needed to apply to the code of whatever honor there was left in her soul. The female pirate looked to the black haired accomplice âRaven, Ye in need of a weapon?â She knew that this was it, this was the time they would all prove themselves to one another, a whole village, leaving only some to tell the story, to find the others through the smoke of the tavern, to escape with an inch of their lives. This is what Basingstoke lived for, she hoped this is what they would live for as well.
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[align=justify:7357d6bfab]Raven gave Basingstoke a calculated grin before returning her attentions to the slumbering village all around them. Only a few gleamed with inner light while the others remained in pure darkness, like slumbering giants snoring away to their dreams and personal nightmares, keeping themselves warm while the cut-throats down below plotted and planned their bloody demises. She was no innocent and only pretended as such when it was to her best advantage so the question placed to her brought an inner amusement never felt by this gypsy, now it seemed a pirate by heart. "Lor' luv a duck! I got me weapon 'ere upstairs me ravishin' capt'n. But if i' be a mawer fearful of a weapon, I best choose the knife... suits me best... awer a learfer strap across da froat. All in all capt'n, I use what da street best provides. A twist'n'twirl 'as ter improvise yew know. Know wot I mean?" Offering a sly wink before a finger rose to twirl a strand of raven black bemusing the situation of calling herself a girl let alone a lady. A lady was a fanciful thing, and to her there was no such beast as a lady.
During her years of stealing, murder and mayhem- living the life of a gypsy had served her well. It was a matter of survival of the fittest... Raven was no exception. She had eaten things which would turn even the most iron of stomachs, done things that certainly no lady would do unless sold to a pint of rum not to mention doing to people what no sane girl could ever do. Learning the places to hide bodies that no one would ever possibly think of looking, gambling, haggling and all the other unsavory things one of her caliber could possibly do. Raven had no doubt that her new and first captain knew the law and ways of the street, not to mention that of the wild water they soon would be sailing across in search for riches beyond any pirate's mean imagination. She was more than ready for the challenge, deathly excited was more exact in her emotion and feeling. Right now the village and its slumbering or drunken occupants held little interest, but she knew they would need some bangers an' mash to by provisions.
"Blimey! I reck'n each ov us takes a 'ouse, pick i' by random an' see wot we can find. Anythgin' pricey we can sell awer cotton belt down ter make sum gold. Cut a few froats ter give i' spice an' be on aaahr sailin' merry way. What do yew bof say, 'ey. Nuff said, yeah?" Right slender dark brow rising as if waiting for a reply, but sticking around to hear it. Dainty hand placing her dainty small knife between crimson lips and pearly white teeth, swiftly moving to the house of her choice, one which appeared reasonably well off, higher in society than the shacks about it. Both hands lifting up to the lattice covered in moss and ivy, then hoisting her body upwards. Arm over arm and leg following in suit until reaching the highest window she thought would be the bedroom. It only made sense to her to get rid of the occupants before rummaging about the house looking for valuables, jewelry along with anything else of any use. Raven in her skill was pure silent, more silent than the cats in the alleyways searching through the trash for leftover fish and treats. Not even looking down behind her before vanishing into the window leaving Basingstoke and the male to their own little pillages and anything else to their fancy.
It was dark inside, but there was enough light provided by the mitigated moonlight to make out images and the silhouetted figurines of the slumbering couple. Even the infant in its cradle cooed and gurgled softly, not loud enough to wake the mother so that she could pop it on her tit and be done with it. Dark eyes narrowing as she moved to the cradle. Right hand taking the blade then swiftly running the silvery edge across the babies throat. She loved the sound of blood pumping through gaping gash, it reminded her of what she had done to her uncle when he tried to touch Raven in places she would rather not be touched by a fat man who stank like the pigs. Not wasting time Raven then moved to the mother, blade raised to the light allowing the reflection of the moon to run along the metal. Raven loved the way silver grinned in the moonlight. Another foul swoop across the slender nape of a throat before moving around to the other side though this time Raven decided to enjoy the moment. Her left hand violently shaking him while the right was hidden behind Raven's back. "Gawdon Bennet! Mister, mister! I saw a geaser runnin' from yaaahr 'ouse. He murder'd yaaahr baby an' wife. Mister... 'e murdered 'em in cold blooood, like ther devil 'imself, sir!!!"
Raven wanted to see the horror in his face. The sheer look of terror and sorrow in his eyes before finishing him off. Watching as the man threw back the bed covers, revealing his dirty white long-johns, jumping to his feet only to run to the side of his wife. Blood on his hands, blood on his hands. Then turning to examine the dead child, only to fold at the knees, mouth gaping wide to try and find the scream that wouldn't sing before Raven drove the blade straight into the back of his neck. The blade itself only just sticking through the back of his throat before being retreated and driven in again and again into his neck and back in a vicious attack. It was hard enough to stop herself from giggling not to mention allowing herself the pleasure of a boisterous laugh. But she stopped herself, the last thing she needed to do was raise the alarm and bring down the johnnies on their backs. Rubicund apertures moving to his ear, wickedly whispering "Now yew are Brown bread me little rabbit. Let us see wot goodies yew 'ave locked away in yaaahr cupboards. Ye wont be needin' dem no more." Pulling the knife from the last wound, allowing his lifeless body to slump against the cold timber floor.
Skipping merrily away in search for whatever could be useful. Finding some pretty pennies and gold, jewelry then some silverware... and lo and behold some of the finest of rums. A nice little score, enough to make a difference but not enough to be over the top with it all. Wrapping it all up in a blanket found beside the smoldering fireplace. Hoisting it up over her left shoulder, right hand placing the knife back inside the leather sheath of her boot. Opening the front door and walking out into the night as if she owned the place and the bodies upstairs meant not a goddamn thing. Because they didn't. Raven had no remorse, not even pretended to show any. It was good to see her captain and the man themselves had collected some nice ornaments and lovely tidbits. "Awright geeezzaa! Let us leave dis 'ell 'ey an' make da waves ter allow da wind ter swiftly breeze us from dis hong kong ov meat an' brad pitt. Sorted mate." Right thumb lifting upwards as an eye gave a languid wink. Raven was set for their adventure and held back no shame in showing it.[/align:7357d6bfab]
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Ravenâs shifting glance, only meant her heart desired one thing, and pirates only corrupt their hearts with three things, greed, the creature, and tobacco. They donât even have love for themselves, drifting about the earth in a daze of what-could-have-been. Basingstoke knew that Raven was like her, and this made her fond of Raven. She knew that Ravenâs flirty suggestions and ability to plunder was caused by some sort of training, and whatever gives a pirate will to train is never a good experience. Basingstoke has never met a friendly pirate who didnât have to work exceptionally hard to get there. As Raven stuck the knife in her mouth and gave her that sly look before she left, Basingstoke couldnât help herself. Her heart was beating so fast with adrenaline she could feel every muscle perk at the screams of Ravens victims. What about it made her so enlivened, what about it made her so stimulated? She had no time to find out, as she brought a willowy finger to Ice Devils chin, and traced his jaw, winking at him and letting out a giggle before eyeing the torch which lit the door of the tavern, and taking it as her own, as if she were at two year old hitting the âmineâ phase. Grabbing her gun and running off into the night, her laughter was priceless, like a childâs laughter, but haunting, all of the innocence was gone. As if she were a youngster playing a sick game on the townspeople. Only this time, the game of cops and robbers was real.
The house she chose was rather large, she knew it of some importance, she saw the slaves in the back. She knew that they wouldnât retaliate to her attack, no matter how good of âfriendsâ you thought you were with your slave, they were still a slave. Basingstoke opened the door with finesse, trying to be as quiet as a snake smelling itâs prey, if one watched close enough, they might think that she was actually flicking her tongue, looking for the freshest, warmest blood and meat to appease her ravenous hunger. The walls covered in Victorian designs, blues, whites, and reds plagued the household. White wigs released powder into the air. âUgh, yaâ knoâ, it smells absotively rank to do that.â she could feel her hate for the rich searing up in her veins like the fire she held in her hand, except this one was expanding inside of her. Cotton drapes covered the windows, the shadows making ivory blue faces at her, the dark trying to play tricks on her, as if the owners of this house thought that shadows could be a guard dog. Basingstoke let a twisted grin fall âpon her lips, her eyes lit up, crazed. If the comrades she made saw her now, they might themselves be frightened by her. âPerfect!â she let a laugh out into the night sky as she touched the fire to the drapes. She threw the torch aside, a few dishes breaking with the toss, as it landed on a cherry wood table, with a candleholder. The laugh was full of more menace than joy, as she watched the drapes burn for awhile, she took her blunderbuss, the designs etched in it, only complimenting her, the beautiful flowers embossed into it, only curling their ways around a jolly roger. She brought her figure upstairs, the flames now making her shadow far more intimidating than the night sky ever could.
She grew and grew as she conquered the flight of stairs, the wood interior would be a choice that they would soon regret, slave keeping bastards. Basingstoke saw a bedroom at the end of the hallway, and though the fire still had to spread before it would interrupt her vision upstairs, she decided to wait, she could get out through another exit besides the door. The flames started to creep their way up the stairs, as if she were a summoner, and had released a terrible fire demon to plague this household. She decided to make a comical endeavor out of this experience âWAKE UP! WAKE UP! YOâ âOUSE IS ON FIRE!!! YOU BETTER GET OUT!â She rose her voice, as loud as she could, she knew the seaworthy captains voice could be heard back at the tavern. Useful for barking orders, but also great for scaring those who you wanted to pillage, plunder, threaten, or just plain emotionally scar. But tonight, no, tonight, they all had to prove themselves to one another, she needed to intimidate them by a fresh kill, as they had to do the same to her. The funny thing about humans is how primal they are, it matches animals so well, but yet humans think itâs a large insult to be compared to an animal. Basingstoke heard the screams of the women, men, and children. But in her mind, she heard the silent sighs of the slaves, who were now free, for as long as they could run. And why not? She needed new recruits for her ship. The woman who was obviously the first lady, came running out of the bedroom, blindly, the fire plaguing her, Basingstoke brought out her sword, her hat covering her eyes and the majority of her facial features, the womanâs last image would be the smirk of a dirty, tear struck face, covered in soot and victory, sweet victory, as the rich woman realized just how mortal her money had made her. â âAve a nice ride in hell, poppette.â The woman let out one last scream, followed by the children, one little boy, whom was blonde, and one little girl, whom was brunette.
The boy was soon greeted by shrapnel of gunpowder to his forehead, as his father saw his son fall, the hate for Basingstoke in this manâs eyes built and built, as if she was trying to create a worthy adversary in this already very dangerous battlefield, the loud bang was indeed enough to hear throughout the town, and enough to startle a couple of lights on. âDIDNâT YAâ HEAR ME?! I SAID YAâ BEâTER GET OUTTA HERE!â It was clear she was having fun with this as she removed the sword from the woman, facing her towards the stairs, and watching her limp body tumble, her bones break and landing awkwardly, gruesomely at the bottom of the steps. The small brunette girl was overpowering the sounds and crackles of the fire as she mourned the loss of her family members. A gloved hand pulled at the girls hair, and she winced in pain, her eyes closed as if the irritation from the soot was getting to them, or she did not want to look at someone as evil as the Blackhearted Basingstoke. The girls crying did not stop, this only irritated Basingstoke, and she lifted the girl by her hair, the crazed look still in Basingstokes eyes, âYou miss yaâ mum? âDen go and join âer!â With all of the right words said, Basingstoke threw the girl down the stairs, she bounced more than her mother, less weight, Basingstoke supposed. The father stood at the door, frozen with anger, surprise, fear, and most of all, hate. She greeted the man with the most interesting of ways, walking up to him and placing a gun at the back of his neck, her lips greeting his cheek as he froze, her confidence in his fear overriding his ability to do anything. As she finished her kiss which was more sensual than his wife could give him, she said
âIâm keeping you alive, so you can tell my story.â
She placed her sword at his knee and removed his lower leg, finally, the frozen man became animated. Screaming in pain from her. She left him on the floor to bleed and feel the twinge, as she went into the drawers, stole clothing, gold, necklaces, anything she could find. She turned back to look at him âDonâ Fuck it up, lovie!â She blew a kiss at him, and ran into the attic, only to crawl up to the roof, a large white bag on her shoulder, the cool sea breeze greeting her. She could see the ocean from where she was, and she knew that she was soon to get herself out there. âYAâ HEAR ME YA LANDLUBBERS?! IâLL GET TO DAâ SEA ONCE MORE, YA GOBSHITES! She was screaming to no one but the smoke and the night, but with her features illuminated, men couldnât help but be attracted to her, and women couldnât help but fear her. She found a tree near the house, and jumped to it, trusting in the strength of itâs branches, she flipped her way to safe ground, the fire now âeating the house aliveâ. She walked slowly back to the rendezvous point, she wanted to think about what she had done. She did not see it fit to take a life, but she had to, she had no love for the slave keepers, and honestly, she needed the money for this, feeding the crew and whatnot. Though she was proud of her work.
She ran back into Raven at the site, both of them looking rather accomplished, as if they were children who had just gone trick-or-treating, as if both of them just ate a hot meal. They were both very proud of themselves, and you could tell by the look of confidence, not guilt, or shame, but confidence on their faces. âRaven! Welcome to âda crew. Ye be me first mate!â Basingstoke placed a hearty hand on ravens shoulder, the blood on Basingstokes hands was still sticky and red, but she knew that Raven had her fair share for gore tonight as well. The night was still young as the soul that plagued Basingstokes body. She turned to make her eyes greet with Ravens once more âMeet me at the boat dock in an hour.â Basingstoke dug in her pockets, grabbing out a gold necklace with rubys, and with accuracy, she removed the rubys from the gold necklace, knowing that this made raven question her motives, Basingstoke winked at her. âYou get daâ rubsâ when you are at my ship, and when ya bring him.â She nodded towards ice devil, and turned around, running off into the night in her thoughts she pulled her pipe out of her pocket, filling it with tobacco, and taking a nearby torch on a streetlight to light it, the smoke curling from her lips, releasing a certain grace that she never could, burning out those mean and nasty things she had to say to that family tonight. Her walk was brisk, she didnât want to be late to greet her only great friend to fill her dark heart with something pure, the only one who has managed to save her from hells mouth itself, the ship in which has been world renowned and had caused the men to become jealous of a woman her belongings, the only ship to ever keep the kraken away, The Abatan.
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Raven, and Basinstoke mentioned crimes they would complete soon, but he would not expect them to do so. Very interesting indeed, it almost made him feel incomplete that the two were so hastedly wanting bloodshed, IceDevil could want the same without shame. Purplish-hues tracted on the finger of Basinstoke, her tracing of his strong jawline, he kept quiet not saying a word. IceDevil kept his intentions for the Tavern held inside like a fire burning hopelessly wanting to explode out into the world. Basinstoke and Raven would part ways, Icedevil did not need to know their real intentions for robbery, and other vile crimes the two could commit themselves. The question was, will they need help eventually not being caught? A thief tends to make a mistake that will get the thief caught.
Basinstoke being watched unquestioned as the Captain of the ship. The tobacco lighting, and willowing back to IceDevil; he caught the scent of her tobacco. "I will return to the Abatan when you two are ready. I have some filth to cleanse." Adevilish grin perked his smooth lips, his motives were to commit murder to this filth. A dark side of Icedevil would be shown, but the two could not possibly see his true motives. Eyes manuevered upward toward the silhouette's that pranced along the streets, the moon created no shadow for him. IceDevil carried no shadow under the moonlight, making it eerie, and unique. It would be easier to not be detected. The moon is on my side t'is evenin', I shall be ....well."
IceDevil walked around the corner, and vanished into the crowded streets heading towards the tavern they left not to long ago. Should I be stealthy o' naturale', or cleanse all of them from existence?"Icedevil thought, and momentarily there after a reply from the Kezef blade, "Cleanse them all, you shant be returning. A story that will be told by few." The blade was right, eyes blinked as the Tavern was shutting down. The drunks stumbling into the streets, a few getting tossed out while the doors closed up.
IceDevil unsteathed the blade, and just before the door did the final close IceDevil would shadowjump behind him in the shade. The bouncer who gave IceDevil, Raven, and Basinstoke troubles eyed Icedevil surpisingly. The bouncer's large muscular arm throwing a strike at IceDevil, yet the bouncer's arm caught with one arm by IceDevil's left. I dun' t'ink so bud." The Kezef blade slicing the back of the bouncer's shoulder, then twisting him away from IceDevil so the blood could spill out. The wound bleeding out with a blue-black hue beginning at the wound. The bouncer calling for help, as a few more shown from the back. The Bartender stunned, while cleaning up behind the bar. The bouncer holding his arm, and before he could blurt out a single command, the tip of the blade easing its way across his throat. The bouncer's horrified face became clear for the others who watched on, that IceDevil is the enemy, clearly. He fell to his knee's, and died on the ground gargling the blood which oozed onto the ground. IceDevil stepped towards the other men, centering the energy from within himself. In the back of IceDevil's mind, concentrating the inner source of his true power. Actively turning on the negative sources which adapted to the surrounding world, and shed a small aura around IceDevil. Eye's ignited into a blackish-purple merging to one colour. The black aura exploded through the tavern, like a spider-monkey coming at you. The men gazed, and that is all they saw as they were all struck with the blackness. Screams from the tavern could be heard, but most probably all drunk's on the streets. Their bodies slowly wilted like a black rose with their life diminishing. Every source of life in their body had been sucked out, and all the people in the tavern would be nothing but skull and bones'. The godly magic could be felt by someone of equal power, or greater. The black magic would only give a trace, if the magic would be detected. Leaving only this place to be questioned where IceDevil would go to. Only one with the willpower to stand the attack, was the Bartender who remained stunned without words. IceDevil came upto the bar making sure not to touch the piles of bones around the tavern. IceDevil slowly spoke, You wake up, damnit I want three bottles of your best rum." The bartender blinked as if he did not remember anything, he nonchalantly grabbed from neath the bar and put three golden-brown botles on the barcounter. IceDevil shown a slight smile,You survived, so you will tell the tale of the man who did this, or you won't. The choice is yours, but remember ye' be the only one." IceDevil sheathed the blade from the bartender's sight. The bartender nodded in agreement from ICeDevil's suggestion, then IceDevil vanished from the sight of the Tavern.
IceDevil would put on a slight swagger, like he was drunk coming back to the Abatan. Two bottles held within one hand, IceDevil grabbing the cork plug from one bottle of rum, and spitting it to the ground. IceDevil taking a hard swig of the rum, and faking a hiccup. IceDevil came upto Raven, and spoke with a slight "drunken" slur "I got' ....ye' a present, Raven." He held up one bottle of rum for Raven, then spoke again, "Where be our Capt'ain? I saw her run off before I left to go grab some rum for our travels." IceDevil stood around looking about, as the moon shined upon him giving no silhouette. IceDevil took another hard swig from the bottle, the purple hues glancing at Raven.
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[mod:f3c939328e] You may continue the role-play here http://www.thedarkrealmz.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=16011#16011 since we moved on out of this thread. You can either have Ice having entered a cabin/bunker or tending to chores on deck. He has boarded the ship (if you wish to board The Abatan). And take it from there.
Sorry we took the role-play futher and if you have Ice just enter into the scene with Viper and Raven, have him walk into the cabin where they are. It shouldn't take much detail. Currently I have Basingstoke working out map naivigation before sailing The Abatan into a storm. Reggie will be away for 3 months and only able to pop in from time to time. I cannot write her totally out of the scene since she is the captain. It is just easier to have her there without auto-ing. Which I hate.
<3 Dy [/mod:f3c939328e]
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Alright thank you Dy. I did not realize. I was out of the RP loop for 3monthes myself. This should be no problem, at least I got to take out the Tavern, and leave the bartender lmao. Comically I left the bartender alone, since I am a bartender myself lmao
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[align=justify:053609d50e]Haha sweets,it is all good. How was your trip anyways? It is good to have you back... so are you going to bring your DB back? -nudges- Yeah things are all good, just thought I would point you in the right direction and give ya a heads up ;)[/align:053609d50e]