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Post by Linx Exotic on Aug 17, 2007 22:05:38 GMT -5
OOC: Finnerator, if you don't mind I'm going to take a page out of your book.
BIC:
Linx and Archon hadn't really mentally recovered from being immediately approached like that. They quietly conversed by themselves for some time.
"Archon, is the entire voyage going to be like this? I mean, not like you can see into the future or anything, but I just... I dunno, figured I'd ask you that because I sure don't want it to," Linx remarked.
"I don't know," Archon responded, "But I have to agree. I don't want this to all be really socially out-of-place remarks about... I just don't."
"Well, that's what we signed up for, isn't it?..."
"No, I signed up for something that works." Archon nods to the gangplank. "Someone's coming. ...It's Azrah."
Hope i'm not to late? I'm very sorry, I sleaped in.
"Uh, we're still here. We haven't been waiting that long, either," Linx added.
Is this all there is?
Archon looked around the sparsely populated main deck. "I think you're not our last arrival, actually." At least, I hope so. There were not nearly enough beasts on board to actually crew the ship.
Sorry I'm late i tried to get here as soon as possible! Am I still aloud to join in?
"I just told Azrah here that we're still here. Not that late either. C'mon on board, it looks like all the crew we can muster are welcome." If this many 'late arrivals' were going to arrive then they'd have so much crew they would sinp the ship. It seemed odd to Archon that all of the beasts getting on board thought they might be the last ones getting on when there were so few onboard in the first place.
Sorry I'm late mates did I miss anything?
"Okay..." Archon rubbed his temples. "You aren't late. None of you are late unless you want and try to be late. So whoever said that everyone on deck is a full crew and you're the last one... Okay, uh, just sit down. This is just pretty repetitive."
I haven't touched a deck in quite some time, though when I was on a deck, it was the best time of my life
This time, Linx responded. "The best time of my life wasn't that long ago. Pity it wasn't on a ship, though."
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Post by Azrah on Aug 18, 2007 13:00:39 GMT -5
**When Linx finishes talking, another otter joins them, a strong white male otter dressed in silvery grey, with blades buckled, sheathed or strapped everywhere possible, it's Iceblade, Azrah's mate, as he joins them he says,** sorry I'm late mates, slept in.
**Azrah smiles at him and says,** you aren't very late actually, most of us here just got here. ** She says as Iceblade joins her on the rock.**
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Post by Terg Broadsword on Aug 18, 2007 13:22:57 GMT -5
*Terg walks up a long bow on his left paw and a dirk, sling and pouch of stones in his belt*. Heard we was going sailing so I thought I might come along. * He checks the quiver of arrows strapped to his back and asks* so when are we gonna leave?
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Post by Clearbrook on Aug 18, 2007 13:41:46 GMT -5
*Clearstream runs up, apparently out of breath. She is wearing a robe, which she layered over her blue bouse and skirt. Her clear eyes are wet with tears, and there are faint tearstreams down her face. She ventures towards Terg.* Hoi, mate, you take bein armed ta the teeth literal, don't you? All I'm using is my sling! I 'ope Clearbrook is alright till I get back, but she probly will be. If we run inta any vermin with poison darts, I'm gonna whirl stones like a 'ailstorm! *Her eyes harden like steel, and she heads for the ship's plank.* OCC: Can I still post in the sickbay, right?
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Aug 18, 2007 14:10:07 GMT -5
*Finnerator watches all the goings on from her position, leaning against the rail of the ship. The ottermaid wasn't at all worried about how many beasts were coming aboard. It was still early in the morning and the tide would still be on their side for a while. She smiled at that. It was nice not to be rushed. Then again, they had to get out as soon as everybeast was on board. Who knew what the corsairs were doing at that very moment. Burning down a village? Plundering a merchant ship? Attacking an innocent farmer and his family? You could never know. The otter just hoped that whatever they did on this voyage would solve or at least help fix the problem. It was her responsibility* *While she mused over these grim thoughts, she half listened to the conversation going on behind her. Four more beasts had just arrived out of breath and worried that they were too late. Archon and Linx soon reassured the newcomers that more were still arriving and that none of them were late yet. As Finnerator stared out over the docks to the open sea, she wondered whether it might be a good idea to promote one of them. The otter already knew that Linx was a good fighter and a knowledgable beast and from the sound of it Archon knew how to take the lead in situations like this one* *Two more beasts arrived as she pondered the idea. Finnerator finally turned from the rail and stood up straight to look at the gathering of beasts around her. There were more than ten at this point and the otter nodded as she looked them over. Save the priest, they were all fully armed and ready to fight. One otter looked like she had been crying, but Finnerator hadn't the foggiest idea why. The commander decided she should find out later if there was a chance to* *In order to man a ship like the Stormy Otter, one needed about twelve able beasts. It would be a lot of hard work, but it could be done. From the looks of it, they were ready to set sail and begin the journey. Still, Finnerator thought it best to wait a while longer to see if any other beasts arrived. The more hands available, the easier the work, and the better their chances of beating any vermin they came across* (OOC: Clearbrook: You may post on as many boards as you want at one time. We don't have any rules about that here.)
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Post by Captain Fishrudder on Aug 18, 2007 19:39:33 GMT -5
Hey, Cap'n, when are we leaving? I'd like to go soon **Aral asks, becoming impatient**
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Post by Clearbrook on Aug 18, 2007 20:12:56 GMT -5
OCC: Thankee Finnerator! Hey Azrah, is Azice comin? BIC: *Clearstream walks down to the edge of the sea, then crouches down. Taking a piece of bark, she puts a clear stone on it.* Now you can sail too, Clearbrook. * As she stands there, the wind blowing her cloak, a salty tear falls into the salty ocean.*
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Post by Linx Exotic on Aug 18, 2007 20:33:42 GMT -5
"How many people are going to declare lateness?" Archon sighed.
Linx grinned. "I hope many, because then we'll have a whole bunch of people... Wonder what's keeping Auric."
Archon gazed out beyond the dock, where a sparkling azure plain filled his vision to the horizon. Soon they would be voyaging on that plain, with just wooden planks, bolts, lines and canvas keeping them alive. It was a sobering idea to be out on that endless blue expanse, all alone... Well, almost alone. Good thing Linx was onboard, because otherwise Archon would drop like a stone into this unnerving loneliness's maw. This didn't explain Auric's absence, though. Being so experienced with the sea it made sense that he'd want to arrive rather early and he still wasn't around.
sorry I'm late mates, slept in.
"You're not late, don't worry. And if this is when you arrive after sleeping in I'd like to see how early you usually get up," Archon replied.
Linx sighed. It wasn't every day that you had a mass of beasts all declaring lateness but on those days they perpetually arrived.
Heard we was going sailing so I thought I might come along.
Hey, at least he didn't say he's sorry he's late. The otter in question seemed to have an insatiable interest in weapons--- He carried a dirk and sling with stones on his belt and carried a longbow, and seemed to be more interested in his quiver of arrows than the beasts onboard the ship. As he made these observations Archon kept his face impassive although his mind was deeply making some deeply analytic conductions.
Linx looked up at the otter boarding the ship. Now that is a nice bow. After a lifetime revolving around war it seemed like beasts took a backseat in his mind to what they used to kill other beasts. Which was probably a bad thing because he finally had a life besides his own which mattered.
so when are we gonna leave?
Archon stopped and considered the question before responding. "Well, probably when we don't have any more people coming onboard?" Actually, it was a valid question. The tide was still high and wouldn't go down for a while more but the sooner they could get out on the water and combat whatever seafaring foes awaited.
Linx was getting a headache and it wasn't from the heat. His mind was no longer staying in his body but getting out on the waves and preventing some good beasts from having their lives destroyed by corsairs, which were getting more and more rampant in their power struggles. It didn't help that Auric wasn't here to see any of this.
Hoi, mate, you take bein armed ta the teeth literal, don't you? All I'm using is my sling! I 'ope Clearbrook is alright till I get back, but she probly will be. If we run inta any vermin with poison darts, I'm gonna whirl stones like a 'ailstorm!
Archon hadn't the faintest clue who this Clearbrook was but apparently it had been some serious loss or... Something to drive a normal beast to fury. It was disconcerting to see the effects of tragedy on beasts' hearts.
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Post by Clearbrook on Aug 18, 2007 21:16:42 GMT -5
*Clearstream calmly walks on board the ship, waiting to sail. She looks out to sea to pass the time.*
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Post by Tasna DeRud on Aug 19, 2007 9:43:54 GMT -5
*Tasna had been up earlier than usual. She did this so she wouldn't be late for the trip out to sea. Thinking hard, the otter put on her dark brown boots. She wasn't tired at all, but rather excited. She had heard of the patrols along the coast and enjoyed it. The average sized river otter thrust her cutlass into its sheath. Tasna looked at her longbow and hesitated. It would be practically useless on the ship, Stormy Otter, but at the same time it could come in handy for close range between their ship and a pirate's. Quickly she grabbed it and slung it over her chest. Grabbing her quiver she ran out of the room.* Arg! *Tasna turned around and ran back into her room. She grabbed the dagger next to her bed and dashed out of the room.
Tasna had stopped running now but was still walking quickly. The dock wasn't that crowded yet, so she made her way through quite easily. The otter slowed her pace when the ship came in sight.* The Stormy Otter. Nice ship. *Walking up the gangplank she looked at the tide. She had plenty of time before they would leave. Reaching the deck she looked around at the others who were here. Some she knew and others she didn't. Tasna didn't mind. She would get to know them on the voyage. At last she spoke.* Ahoy there. Nice crew we have here.
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Post by Terg Broadsword on Aug 22, 2007 12:07:14 GMT -5
Aye. That it is. 'ello matey. I'm Terg Broadsword. I joined up about a week ago. *says Terg as he walks up to Tasna*.
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Post by Azrah on Aug 24, 2007 14:54:29 GMT -5
**Instead of walking on board, Azrah and Iceblade both dive acrobatically into the water, swim a ways under the calm turquoise water, then resurface at the end of the dock and board the lovely ship, shaking water of their clothing.**
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Post by Clearbrook on Aug 30, 2007 19:57:27 GMT -5
*Clearstream slips away and sails to her holt. Clearbrook climbs aboard, hoping she can go.*
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Post by Azrah on Aug 31, 2007 19:07:26 GMT -5
**Seeing her friend on the ship, Azice, who had tagged along rushes forward and joins the crew.**
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Post by Clearbrook on Sept 2, 2007 9:52:55 GMT -5
*Clearbrook grins, then pulls out a peashooter and a ladle.* I can cook an' sling pees an' wocks at vermints!
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