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Post by Feile DeAnam on Aug 29, 2006 20:51:26 GMT -5
The Shooting Star graced the small waves with ease. One of the speediest crafts on the seas, almost no water vessel could compare. It was now headed towards the Oceanus Pacalis waters, a ways away from Tyarrhus. On the deck the Captain Shefald was arguing with a young man with blue hair, some of the crew watching in anticipation, others ignoring, having seen it for days on end.
“Do ye ever shut up?!” The Captain exclaimed, his ear being talked off by the youth.
“If you think my father’s just going to gracefully hand over that much money without any repercussions for your current and past deeds you must be sailing in the eye of a hurricane!”
“Well you know what Ah do think young lad? I thinks ye’re more trouble than yur worth.” The Captain pulled out his picket knife and laid it to the youth’s throat. The boy’s expression did not change however. He knew the captain could not seriously injure him, and there was a lot of money riding on his grandiose ransom.
The youth, the young Feile DeAnam, then lowered his voice to the captain. “Your crew doesn’t even know anything about you. You think if they find out they’ll still follow you blindly without question?” There was light threatening tone to his words.
“Oh ho, and what secret may ye know that wouldst turn my crew against me, lad?”
“You think I don’t know about you and the first mate and you-“ Feile was suddenly silenced as a knee hit him squarely in the stomach. The force was so great, it caused him to lose his footing and stumble several steps back before falling to his knees in pain, trying to catch his breath.
The crewmen that had been watching the tiff went back to work, hoping not to catch the eye of their aggravated captain. Feile’s labored breathing was all that could be heard from him. The captain then grabbed him by his hair and lifted Feile clean off his feet, causing a gasp to escape his mouth in between breaths. “I think, lad, ye don’t know the loneliness of the seas. And if ye want my opinion, ye not be talking to no one ‘bout what ye should not be knowin’, boy!” The captain then threw Feile to the side, hard him enough to crash him against the railing of the ship.
He cried out as his head connected with the wooden planks that normally kept men from going overboard. He lay crumpled against the side for a long while, a bit of blood running down his face from a fresh wound on his head. Finally, one of the crew came to take him back to his cellar below deck. Although in much pain, the defiance in his eyes did not leave.
The captain made jokes with nearby crewman, as Feile passed. “Perhaps we can sell him back to his father in pieces, or give him a discount for buying them all at once! HA Ha haha!” The crewmen only laughed along to keep the captain in his good mood.
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Feile’s head throbbed, but at least the bleeding had stopped. He should have known better than to try and threaten the captain. The power of words paled in comparison to the power of the fist. He wouldn’t be eating that night, his stomach still hurt too much from the earlier blow. He merely laid in his cell, just waiting for the right opportunity.
At least there was one good thing about this whole kidnapping thing, he was far, far away from Tyarrhus.
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“A’ right, boys, go an’ ‘ave yerselves a good time in Ceyestis. We shant be here long.” The captain announced as a few swabbies lowered the landing plank onto the dock. Most of the crew disembarked, many heading for the local brothels, having been without a good woman for too long. Others went to nearby restaurants for some good grub, and the last few were on supply duty, attaining more materials for their next romp out at sea.
One of the few to stay behind on the ship was in charge of guarding Feile. He was bringing a plate of less-than-delicious looking food to the cell. “You know, I should out there. But noooo, I drew the short stick.” He complained as he opened the cell, not worried about Feile who was still laying on the floor. “I should be having a good time with a nice, plump woman by now, if it wasn’t for you.” Feile sat up slowly, looking at the tray of food rather than the pirate, no emotions apparent on his face. “Ya know, you kinda look like a girl.” The pirate sat the tray down and used his left hand to stroke Feile’s blue ponytail. “So soft, and such an unusual color…I don’t think the captain would mind if we ransomed soiled goods…” he moved his head closer to the sitting boy to take in a deep breath of Feile’s hair.
To Feile, the pirate had been out to sea for far too long, but this was just the chance he was looking for. Without making too much movement, he let the pirate mess with his hair as he grabbed a hold of the metal tray with both hands. Then, in a swift movement, he slammed the tray into the pirates lowered face. The action was unexpected, and the pirate rolled to the ground clutching his face. “You, what are yo-“ The pirate never finished his sentence as Feile landed a second, and more powerful, blow to the pirate’s head.
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It was easy enough to escape off the pirate ship with so few crew members hanging around. But Feile was still unfortunate enough to be spotted as he ran off the landing plank onto the dock. The other crew members were alerted immediately, and they all stopped what they were doing to hurry and catch their big paycheck.
Although Feile had a nice head start, he wasn’t used to much physical activity, and the pirates were in much better physical shape. It wouldn’t be long before they caught up with him, and Feile could only hope to lose them inside the city.
((sorry for the super long post XD, but I think it sets up Feile quite nicely for the story >_> if anyone wants to help the poor thing [Feile], be my guest :3))
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Post by Skye on Sept 18, 2006 18:59:54 GMT -5
"The hubbub should be gone by now..." Skye said to himself as he turned off his Wave Bike in the exact same place that he had left a few hours ago. The late afternoon sunshine was well past its peak, and now the sun was displaying its final forte as the sunset cast its tranquil rays upon the rolling waves. Skye took this chance to walk along on of Ceyestis's many docks, viewing the ocean with a half-smile and far-looking eyes. It was in this that he, as a human, could grasp at least a moment of what he considered peace, rather than merely dream of it whilst the rest of the world saw him as a demon. Of course, moments like this were always short-lived, and this one was no different as the commotion nearby instantly caused the young man to come back from his little reverie.
It was a scuffle, and an interesting one at that too, probably because the hunted was a young man, not too different of age than Skye himself. He deifnitely wasn't a fighter by figure, but Skye had learned not to judge from experience. Now interested, he followed the pirates (from a safe distance of course), waiting for an opportune moment to strike. After all, I'd rather prevent as much damage as possible...Besides, we don't need all that commotion, now do we? he thought, watching as the pirates began to catch up to the young man.
Apparently, the pirates weren't as stupid as Skye had thought them to be, or rather they were lucky as they had managed to block the young man's path of escape. Nevermind then. "I guess there's no helping it then..." he muttered, jumping down from the roof that he had been standing on.
With a light thump, and a swirl of dust and colors, Skye had managed to both land and draw his blade, the Warthog. Wielding the blade in a stabbing position, Skye spoke in a light manner. "Well now, gentlemen, a score of men against one? Now that's not very nice." As he finished his sentence, the dust cleared, making the pirates whisper amongst themselves, the most common thing being "The Limit." "I don't care if he's Davy Jones! Get him!" the captain yelled from the middle of his men.
With a few grunts and a some exchanged looks of fear, the pirates begrudgingly engaged the young man, who merely smiled back. Once in arms length, Skye sped off and easily dispatched the first man with a blow from his sword butt. The next man wasn't as lucky as Skye's leg made a full impact with his head, followed by a few shots from the machine gun in his right blade to the next few men. "Let's finish this," Skye smirked as he ran straight for the captain. Upon reaching the man, Skye ducked down for an uppercut, but instead was sent flying by the captain's knee. "Bwahahahaha! Limit my butt! This kid's nothing but a lightweight!" the captain gloated, walking towards the now rising Skye.
"Lightweight, huh?" Skye looked up and smiled. In a blur of speed, the young man quickly disappeared and reappeared behind the pirate captain. Jumping up and flipping, Skye gained momentum as he performed a downards kick on the older man's head. So, down he went. "Your captain has been defeated! Retreat now, or pay the price!" Skye yelled as the pirate crew turned around. "Go!" he commanded, pointing towards the sea.
(Blargh, too lazy to finish the rest. You mind?)
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Post by Feile DeAnam on Sept 23, 2006 14:57:14 GMT -5
The moment the pirates had eased ahead of Feile, he felt all had been lost. He desperatly looked for a way out, but the crew had him surrounded. He didn't even bother taking a defensive position. His life came before his pride in this case. If he co-operated and laid down quietly perhaps they would-
Out of nowhere a youth landed with a drawn blade. Feile felt a moment's reprieve from his new found savior. Although he looked faily young, Feile didn't figure he would be stupid enough to fight a large gang of pirates unless he had some considerable skill. Then he started hearing the whispers fly, "The Limit...", "It's him...", they all said. Feile's reprieve was short-lived. Of course Barons like the DeAnams knew the likes of The Limit, a pirate. Although Feile wore the clothes of a commoner, he couldn't shake the murky thought that perhaps this person called The Limit was trying to take the captain's prize for himself. His high class life had taught him to doubt anyone and everyone, especially when there was money involved. His thoughts deepened to what fool would risk his life to save a complete stranger when there was nothing to gain.
As Skye drove back the pirates, a smile on his face, Feile could only feel his distrust increasing. Yes, he was certain The Limit had an ulterior motive, what pirate wouldn't? Feile breathed deeply to calm himself, wearing a mask of indifference to the scuffle occuring. The crew he had been with for the past few days completely forgot about him in their distress to defeat their adversary. If he could just find a moment to get away while they were distracted...
The Limit then went flying from a blow by the captain. Feile could only grimace, and while he didn't trust this one called The Limit, he could certainly empathise with getting a good blow from the captain. The next action from The Limit, however, surprised everyone, the crew, Feile, and most definately the captain. The blow from The Limit's kick was hard enough to knock the captain out cold, Feile could even hear a crack as the foot connected with the head.
With The Limit's warning, the crew scrambled back to the ship, a few dragging the captain's bulk with them. There was even one that screamed like a little girl running back.
All of a sudden, Feile realized, he's been so engrossed in the fight, he'd forgotten to escape. Now with no other distractions, Feile couldn't hope to ditch his savior. Before The Limit turned back, Feile's golden eyes glowed slightly as he accessed his distance sight ability. His vision shifted, and suddenly he was looking at himself and The Limit from a sky view. He shifted again looked at the city scape, trying to seek out any alleyways, or largely crowded places in near enough vicinity. The commotion Feile's group had caused had gathered many people, but they were all standing far enough away to not be of any help. Feile closed his eyes and his vision returned to him. Rather than let The Limit have the upper hand, Feile would initiate his own battle.
He walked toward The Limit, his head held high, no trace of fear or weakness across his stoic face. His way of seemingly strolling with a powerful stride was well practiced and did not betray him. Although he was shorter in stature then The Limit, his presence was not. Even the air seemed to part ways for him. Stopping just in front of The Limit, Feile brought his left hand to his chest, and bowed before his savior. "I do not known from whence you came, but I am deeply indebted to you for your selfless generocity. I am only sorry that I can only express my gratitude in the form of words before you." He raised his head and gave The Limit a politician's generous smile. "If there is any way to further my recompense, please allow me the honor of being at your discretion."
[Jebus, can Savvy only write ginormous posts? @_@]
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Post by Artemis on Sept 23, 2006 15:28:28 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Artemis had joined the crowd gathering some distance away from the commotion, after agreeing with Aes to go see what was happening. Chaos was always entertaining, anyway. Artemis had managed to squeeze past most of the people, and was almost at the very front of the group. Unfortunately, there was one burly man directly in front of her, sufficiently blocking her view of everybody involved in the commotion except for one kid. He had long blue hair, pulled back into a low ponytail, was wearing a strange multicolored vest over an equally multicolored long-sleeved shirt. Artemis watched as he stepped forward, so that she couldn't see his face anymore, then paused for several seconds and bowed.
She frowned in bemusement. "Hey, Aes, what's going on? Can you see anything?" She actually had no idea where Aes had ended up, though she assumed that her friend was close by--perhaps one or two people away?
((YOU'VE BEEN INVADED. NEENER NEENER.)) ((Edited for poor tagging skills.))
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Post by Skye on Sept 24, 2006 13:19:06 GMT -5
Skye couldn't help but laugh goodnaturedly at the young man. "Hahaha, what a weird way to talk. Name's Skye, and you don't have to repay me in any way. I just thought that a crew against one wasn't very fair," he replied, stretching out his hand in expectation of a handshake. Of course, it was fairly easy to tell that this young man wasn't exactly normal from the way he spoke and the way he carried himself, but Skye couldn't care less as he smiled innocently at his counterpart. "So what's your name, and why were those people chasing you?"
(WE'VE BEEN INVADED, NEENER NEENER. *shifty eyes* TO ARMS MEN!)
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Post by Feile DeAnam on Sept 24, 2006 15:16:37 GMT -5
Well...that certainly wasn't the answer Feile had been expecting. He had more in mind that the pirate would laugh evily, say something along the lines of 'you're mine now! MWHAHAH', and try and steal him away, whereupon Feile would cry out as the victim and entice other people to help him...it certainly hadn't turned out that way.
Feile stared at The Limit's outstreched hand, wondering what it was for. He looked back at the pirate's...er...Skye's smiling face, not quite sure what to make of the young man. There was still the chance that Skye was trying to get Feile to drop his guard (though with the way The Limit fought, there was no guard that could save Feile if he took him by force). He then got the inkling that the pirate was either extrememly clever...or very stupid.
Ignoring the hand, Feile replied, "I am...-" Feile faltered in his speech. He had stopped himself mid-sentence from announcing his full title, 'Viscount Feile Coalan DeAnam of Tyarrhus, son of Count Suibhne [siv-na] Brennen DeAnam, Lord of Tyarrhus'. It was a long title, but it rolled off his tounge easily enough, having stated it so many times. If he revealed himself here, it could mean trouble, especially if Skye didn't already know who he was. "eh...Feile...It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He nodded his head slightly as a small bow, more than what this pirate deserved from a high standing Baron, but he didn't want to give himself away. "And as for why they were chasing me, it was because I escaped from their ship." Feile cast his eyes down and filled his face with that of sad melancholy, trying to get a bit teary-eyed. "They were..." Feile closed his eyes and turned his head to the right, as if ashamed. He hugged his body tightly as he confessed, "They were going to sell me for their own profit." He looked as if he were holding back tears, like perhaps they had used him before they were going to sell him.
It wasn't a lie...not entirely; merely omitting bits of the truth. This was the point where Feile would find out if Skye was a clever dirty dealer, or a chivalrous idiot.
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Post by Skye on Sept 29, 2006 0:44:19 GMT -5
Skye's brow began to twitch upon hearing Feile's story. "They WHAT!?" he yelled, turning around to face the direction that the pirates had come from. "Then I let them off easy! This time they won't escape!" he yelled again, his temper getting the best of him. However, due to the fact that they had already taken off, Skye didn't go very far before stopping and coming back. "Right...So they took off. So, do you have any way of getting back on track with your life?" he asked, scratching the back of his head and looking around at the spectators.
(Ack, sorry. On a sugar high. *short attention span*)
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Post by Feile DeAnam on Sept 29, 2006 2:29:17 GMT -5
If Feile hadn't had a trained face, his expression would have one of dumbfoundedness. It would appear that Skye was the gallant halfwit of Feile's two propositions. There was still a chance it was all an act...but those chances were very quickly diminishing.
Feile wasn't quite sure how to handle the present situation. He had never really dealt with someone like Skye before. Mostly self-serving bastards...er, barons, who wanted nothing more than to control everything within their grasp, people who only sought connections with others as a chance for gain, and severing those that were useless. To Feile, Skye's earnest seemed genuine enough. He collected his thoughts while Skye ran after the pirates...futiley. He covered his face with his right hand, as if he were hiding anguish, but it was really only to collect his thoughts.
"So, do you have any way of getting back on track with your life?"
An idea suddenly hit him. This was a perfect chance to start over and get away from his father. Skye obviously had no idea of Feile's heritage, and Feile intended to keep it that way. If he played his cards right... Feile turned to face Skye, a hint of hope in his eyes. "All connections with my kin have been severed, prior to my abduction. I have no place to go, nor anywhere to return." That, in its entierty, was true without any falsehood.
It may well be I will become a pirate... Feile laughed inwardly, and what would my dear father think of that? It would shame his father to no end, should he ever be discovered. That thought alone made it worth while to attempt to join the likes of Skye. Feile also had to sigh at himself, he was just like any other baron, using others for his own gain. But there was certainly something very...charismatic about the one called The Limit, Feile had felt it when Skye first spoke. Things were cetainly going to be interesting from here on out.
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Post by Artemis on Sept 30, 2006 0:59:52 GMT -5
Artemis, not hearing any response from Aes, looked around. She wasn't worried about her friend, but at the same time, she was curious as to the whereabouts of Aes. As she glanced around the large man in front of her, she saw Skye "The Limit" run into her line of vision, pause, and run back out of it. ...Wait. Skye "the Limit"? She knew him... well, Aes knew him. Then, logically, he would know Aes. Therefore, he might know where Aes had wandered off to. Excellent.
Artemis retraced her mental footsteps one more time, then decided to take action. She burst out of the crowd, pointing at Skye and yelling, "AAH IT'S YOU!" as eloquently as only Artemis could. Then she remembered a previous conversation with Aes and burst out laughing, likely moreso than the situation warranted, even clutching her sides and doubling over. She raised a hand to point at Skye yet again and, in between several gasps of air, informed him, "I thought you were my sister earlier!" Then she dissolved into another fit of giggles.
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Post by Aes Plummet on Oct 1, 2006 2:17:11 GMT -5
((ARHARHAR. I FINALLY JOIN THE FRAY.....*tumbleweed* >.>; ) Aes had gotten lost in the crowd. She pushed her way through the masses in search of the source of the commotion, and Artemis. Suddenly, she head an outburst: " AHH IT'S YOU!" followed by mad giggling. Yup. That was Artemis, all right. Aes elbowed through the remaining people in her way to join her friend, only to find... a rather strange scene. Artemis was rolling on the ground, laughing. A very androgynous boy (or girl, she couldn't really tell) was talking. The man he (or she) was talking to was none other than Skye, whom Aes had tried to kill earlier. She didn't have her gun, and even if she did, she wasn't sure what she would have done. She scanned the area, looking to see if there was something she missed, before looking up. "Well....this is....awkward?" she said to no one in particular.
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Post by Artemis on Oct 1, 2006 10:39:25 GMT -5
Aes's voice came from behind Artemis. "Well....this is....awkward?" Artemis leapt up and gasped. She turned around to see Aes, looking rather puzzled. "EEEEE, AES!" Artemis shrieked. She charged forward and half-tackled, half-hugged Aes. "I found you!" (( Artemis is cra-zy.))
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Post by Skye on Oct 1, 2006 14:35:15 GMT -5
Skye scratched his head. "Well...that was...interesting," he commented, half-laughing at the oddity of it all. However, as soon as he spotted Aes he felt the urge to leave. "Ehehehe...If you'll excuse me..." he said as he turned around and tried to tiptoe away rather comically.
(Hm...Homework + Ferroro Rocher + Nutella = ADHD Azu)
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Post by Artemis on Oct 2, 2006 22:52:01 GMT -5
Artemis immediately relenquished her death-grip on Aes and whirled around to face Skye once again. For what seemed like the umpteenth time that day, she pointed at him and declared, "No way, mister! You're not allowed to leave yet! Do you know Skye?"
As she spoke, Artemis noticed for the first time that this Skye was... odd. He was dressed in attire she'd only seen in old Terran history books, although it seemed slightly updated. It was still clearly a ninteenth- or eighteenth-century top, but he was wearing Terran twentieth- or twenty-first century pants. (Artemis made a mental note here to brush up on her Terran chronology.) Also, Skye was tall. This immediately peeved Artemis, who hated having to look up at anyone (though she tended to have to do so quite often, which was why she always climbed on things like desks and rooftops.) Other than that, he looked relatively normal, although perhaps rather comical at the moment.
She blinked as she realized that she had probably been staring, but then decided that she really didn't care. It wasn't like she was staring because he was hideous; he was just... interesting. Yeah.
((I feel bad, making every other post like this. *tries to wait for other people to post too*))
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Post by Feile DeAnam on Oct 3, 2006 11:37:54 GMT -5
They're all insane...every single one of them. Feile couldn't help but feel appalled at the scene in front of him. The only word he could muster up to describe it was 'indecent', but he knew that didn't quite encompass what was occuring.
Feile severely questioned his earlier idea to join Skye as a pirate. Sure, in the heat of the moment, it had seemed like a good idea, but if this was the company he kept, Feile would surely have been better off being a hostage.
He found the white-haired girl to be particularly deranged, and wondered why no one had sent her some place to get help. He suddenly felt he urge to slink away, and then saw Skye doing as such.
"No way, mister! You're not allowed to leave yet!"
Feile straightened up at the command, as if he had been caught as well. This woman frightened him to an insurmountable degree, even his well-practiced mask was cracking under the pressure.
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Post by Skye on Oct 7, 2006 0:14:10 GMT -5
...Crap. Caught by the crazy lady... was the thought that ran through Skye's mind as he looked around and laughed nervously. "Er...hi?" he squeaked out as scratched the side of his head.
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