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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Sept 9, 2007 14:01:17 GMT -5
(OOC: Dibbuns are not allowed on the quest. It makes roleplaying more complicated than it needs to be, if you know what I mean)
*Finnerator was right to wait a while longer. A few more people boarded not long after that, including one of her captains. The Stormy Otter was now ready to set sail. Formerly, the commander had been taking a backseat, merely observing the others. Now she slid into her position of leader with the ease of experience and took control of the situation addressing them with a clear and confident voice* Time to set sail!
*The ottermaid grinned as she gave out her commands. It was good to be the captain of a ship again. She picked beasts at random and gave them their orders* You three there, hoist up the anchor. *etc*
(OOC: Argh, I have to get off, sorry 'bout the post)
EDIT: (OOC: Okay, I'll allow dibbuns on this quest, but in the future, dibbuns shouldn't be largely involved in patrols and such.)
*Between giving orders to the crew, Finnerator noticed an otterbabe brandishing a peashooter and a wooden spoon. Dibbuns? What on earth...* Excuse me, yes, you there, *The captain says as she approaches the babe* Are your parents around? *The ottermaid has many more questions to ask the dibbun, but there was no need to overwhelm (him/her?).*
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Post by Linx Exotic on Sept 14, 2007 20:47:29 GMT -5
The Stormy Otter's sails, now unfurled, began to catch the wind and pull it out of the dock. Linx and Archon, surprisingly not assigned to any immediate tasks, were both caught unaware by the sudden movement and simultaneously fought for balance for a few seconds until momentum kicked in. "Archon, shouldn't we be doing something?"
"...Like asking someone why there's a dibbun on board?" Archon stared in awe at the otterbabe on board. She looked ready enough for combat, well, at a level closer to her own age... Not like peashooters and wooden cooking utensils are capable of sinking ships.
Linx immediately turned around and saw Clearbrook. "Whoa! What the..." It was like finding a ballista in a bakery. Totally out of the blue. What were dibbuns doing on a mission of battle?
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Post by Clearbrook on Sept 14, 2007 20:48:49 GMT -5
*Clearbrook shakes her head at Finnerator.* No, my parents bees dead, gone ta de meders of peece, so Cwearstweam says. She bees my sissa, I bees Cwearbwook. I'll cook, and sling pees an wocks at ee vermints! Guurrrrrrrgh! Bee 'fwaid! *Spotting Linx and Archon, she turns back to Finnerator, her voice a low murmur.* I don't like ee gaymices, can I keep 'way frum dem?
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Post by Tasna DeRud on Sept 21, 2007 18:24:00 GMT -5
*Tasna nodded as her orders were given. On the way to her job, she noticed an otterbabe sitting on deck. Too preoccupied with her orders from Finnerator, she decided not to question. Someone else would notice it. Still, Tasna would keep an eye on the little one.
The capstan was heavy, but with the help of some others, the anchor was up in know time. They started the patrol. Tasna stood up and sighed as the wind ruffled her fur. It was refreshing and the otter momentarily lost herself. Soon she blinked and came back to her senses.* Right.* She looked around for another job to do. Once she spotted it she heade straight towards it.*
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Post by Auric Ashtongue on Sept 21, 2007 20:23:43 GMT -5
Auric was climbing down from the crow's nest. He had spent the night on the ship because he wanted to examine and learn it's layout. As a corsair, Auric had spent half his life on ships, whether sailing or pillaging it.
He was aware of a sudden pain in his back as he reached the deck. He must have slept on his bone-handled scimitar...
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Post by Linx Exotic on Sept 21, 2007 20:30:00 GMT -5
"Hey, Auric!" Linx turned around to face the pine marten. "I was wondering where you were... Good to see you here. It wouldn't be a decent voyage without you coming along."
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Post by Auric Ashtongue on Sept 21, 2007 20:34:47 GMT -5
He turned to face them while rubbing his back. "Of course not... you would be cold and miserable and bored in your cabin without me." He approached them and gave both mice a kiss each. "Speaking of cabins... it's a fine ship, this Otter's... something. Very... elegant."
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Post by Clearbrook on Sept 22, 2007 11:02:27 GMT -5
*Clearbrook rolls her eyes.* Gweat, annuver gaymice. Finnewator, cudd I cukk? Where's da kitchen? I can make soop an bwead an salad furr dinna. If yoo want me to. *Clearbrook shuffles her footpaws while she waits.*
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Sept 24, 2007 17:28:36 GMT -5
*Finnerator eyes the little dibbun dubiously, trying to figure out what to do with the babe. She seemed to be very confident, but that would likely get her killed if it came to armed combat and the ottermaid couldn't spare another beast to act as babysitter. She mulled these thoughts over as she gave out orders to the crew. Soon they were out of the port and heading for open sea*
*Clearbrook continued to talk, babbling about killing vermin or something. Finnerator took the helm and set a heading with the little babe still trailing behind*
I don't like ee gaymices, can I keep 'way frum dem?
*Apparently, the dibbun did not learn many manners. Finnerator wasn't sure if Linx or Archon heard, or even if they could be offended by an ill-mannered brat, but the captain wasn't going to allow that kind of rudeness from anybeast on the ship*
*The sea otter was about to reprimand Clearbrook when another beast climbed down the crowsnest. She recognized him as Auric, a former corsair. She'd keep an eye on him because of his reputation, but the ottermaid was still grateful to have another experienced crewbeast aboard. Her thoughts are interrupted once again by the dibbun, demanding her attention*
Gweat, annuver gaymice.
*How in the heck does a three season old babe know what gay means? Whatever the reason, Finnerator decided to confront the situation right there. She crouched down so that her eyes were level with the dibbuns, still holding the ship's wheel straight with one paw. Looking Clearbrook straight in the eye, she spoke to the babe* Your comments are rude and I don't want to hear them on my ship, else I'll send you back to the fort at the first chance I get. Understand? *Without waiting for an answer, she straightened and steered the ship so that it was running parallel to the coast*
Finnewator, cudd I cukk? Where's da kitchen? I can make soop an bwead an salad furr dinna. If yoo want me to.
*The ottermaid nodded* I don't see why not. Ahoy, Tasna! Would you kindly lead the young shipmate to the kitchens? *With the dibbun out of her hands, she turned back to the job of sailing the ship*
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Post by Tasna DeRud on Sept 24, 2007 18:07:27 GMT -5
*Tasna nodded.* That I will Finnerator. *She walked over to the otterbabe and beckoned to her.* Please follow me Clearbrook. I'll show you the kitchens. *Tasna waited a moment to see if the dibbun was paying attention.*
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Post by Clearbrook on Sept 26, 2007 16:46:53 GMT -5
*Clearbrook nodded towards Finnerator.* Yiss, I understands. I no call dem wat dey awre. Okey. Yiss Ma'am, I follow yoo. Leed de way! *She pauses, waiting obediatly for Tasna to lead her to the kitchen.*
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Post by Terg Broadsword on Oct 1, 2007 19:02:51 GMT -5
*Terg drops to the deck landing lightly on his paws. He had been up in the ratlines helping to hoist the sails*. Ahoy Captainess Finnerator! Permision tae sing an old sailin' song! *He yells over the sound of the waves.*
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Post by Linx Exotic on Oct 18, 2007 18:29:40 GMT -5
"Cold and miserable indeed. Oh, we were just falling apart before you came along," Linx joked. It had been some time since he had been around someone he could openly share his immediate emotions with. Who wasn't Archon, of course. That was different, but then again, so was this bizarre romantic triangle he was getting into. There was no way this could work without obstacles--- Archon had proven that already--- but things wouldn't work at all otherwise.
Archon gestured to the ship. "Stormy Otter, pal. Don't worry, it wasn't my idea."
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Post by Azrah on Oct 18, 2007 20:39:29 GMT -5
**Iceblade grabbs Azice around the middle and says, Azice your not comming,** Azice struggels quite a bit, Azrah and Iceblade dragg/Carry her out of the ship, disapear for about 10 minutes and return panting,** whew, she fights like stink,** Iceblade put in as he massaged his bruised arms and climbed up to the ship again.
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Post by Auric Ashtongue on Oct 18, 2007 21:49:44 GMT -5
Auric was bouncing all over the deck for some reason. Possibly already plotting a way to steal the ship for himself, but probably just happy to be back on the sea.
He walked up to Linx in merry disposition. "You know, my last ship, the 'Adder's Tongue', was about this size. Only my crew was smaller and the ship's at the bottom of the ocean by now."
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