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| **Pops a nearby rat-thing on the head (since I guess that's what I'm doing?) and looks at the ships** Er, is there anybeast on them? At all? ((Cos I'm lame and I have nothing else to say at the moment...)) (NT) | Pearl | 19:23:50 02/12/04 Thu |
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| *Warpeye swims up to the crew's ship and hops aboard. A few moments later, he leaps off and can be seen swimming toward his own ship. Flames can be seen devouring the ship that the crew were given by Lord Helmstrike. Soon, flames can be seen on all of the ships save for the one Warpeye is on, and the one Warpeye is on is moving away slowly, as shapes move from the others onto his.* (NT) | Warpeye | 14:15:38 02/14/04 Sat |
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| We should follow, then? Joy. *dashes after everyone else, tripping a few enemies on the way and muttering to herself* Blasted cowardly vermin...have to run away from a fight to save their hides...Do they realize the agony this causes us? No, probably not, that's why they're "bad"... (NT) | Thistle the Odd | 11:07:00 02/15/04 Sun |
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| *Swift slows down at the shoreline as all the ships but Warpeye's burn away. He mouths a few words, then falls down and begins smacking his head on a rock.* GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! SO CLOSE!!! WHY!? NOW WE AIN'T GOT A SHIP! *He continues smacking his head into the rock.* (NT) | Swift | 16:15:07 02/15/04 Sun |
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| *Reed had just now gotten back really into things, you see, reed had been a tad too close to a firey hay thing when it landed, and it sent the poor, wasted otter flying into the sea. Reed stumbled ashore, most of the fur scorched off his face, chest, shins, arms, and shoulders, save for his slight scorched beard and the not-burnt-in-some-parts hat and the hay burned some holes threw the infamous breeches. Reed stands there, slightly dumbfounded, then, instead of spitting the seawater out, he spits it into the eyes of a ferret..(i.e. reed still goes on helping bring disorder, misconduct and chaos)* | Reed Streamline, the Scorched | 19:31:00 02/16/04 Mon |
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| * The evil ferret can be seen standing on the deck of Warpeye's ship, staring back at the battle with disturbingly intense eyes.* | Evil Mickle | 19:45:06 02/16/04 Mon |
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| *Swift stops smashing his head on the rock.* Blimey, Reed... Your breeches... They're all-- SHIP? *Leaps up and follows Rudd and Flots.* (NT) | Swift | 10:19:07 02/17/04 Tue |
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| *Swift yells at Flots.* Oi! Ship! Quicklike! We need to get moving along! Can't sit around here all day, got places to see and beasts to do! (NT) | Swift | 19:35:19 02/18/04 Wed |
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| *Swift hops aboard.* Blimey, mate... Got yourself a nice armada 'ere... This's a good ship... Right, where's the rest o' the crew? We got Fik? Thistle? Pearl? Reed? Am I forgettin' anybeast? (NT) | Swift | 23:03:48 02/20/04 Fri |
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| *Swift spins the tiller about, grinning at having the feel of the wheel in his paws again. He looks at Rudd and grins wider.* Blimey, mate. You're looking more and more like a prince everday. *He spins the tiller back and forth.* Feels good to be at the helm of a ship again... Right mates, everything's in order here... Let's head out, shall we? (NT) | Swiftstream | 00:23:43 02/22/04 Sun |
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| Aye aye, capitano! *plops on a pile of rope* So. What should I do? Should I sing sea shanties...or not, *she adds, seeing everyone's look of horror* (NT) | Thistle the Odd | 12:17:26 02/22/04 Sun |
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| **Looks horror-stricken at Rudd** You mean you didn't realize we had a Green Fuzzlie of Doom? **Pulls a big beetle sloppily painted green from her pocket and talks to it** We won't let them forget about you this time, will we, Fuzzlie? **The beetle does not respond** (NT) | Pearl gone even more wacko then before... | 14:19:43 02/22/04 Sun |
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| *Swift arches his eyebrows at Pearl. He glances at Thistle and makes a sign like, "Crazy," and points at Pearl. Then he spins the tiller and calls.* Aweigh anchor! Let's get back out on the big blue briny! (NT) | Swift | 21:27:53 02/22/04 Sun |
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| *Reed waddles as fast as he can down the ladder, and breaks out into a run. The look of a romatic pirate, cutlass between the teeth, sprinting with big floppy boots and a tricorn hat...only reeds face is close to bald ness, as so his front, And a few rather large burn holes in the breeches, but they still work in covering. Catapulting his self he almost falls short ,but is instead, grabs onto the rails and gets slammed face first into the woodwork* | Reed | 12:44:04 02/23/04 Mon |
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| *Swift lashes the tiller and strolls over to Reed. He hauls the ragged looking otter up and dusts him off, muttering,* Tut tut, Reed... Leapin' aboard an' smashin' about... Not good for ye sir, not atall... *After grinning stupidly at Reed, he strolls over to Ruddingy and hauls him up.* Right mate, you an' me done this afore, we'll do it again. Let's haul the anchor up. *He grips the rope in his paws and begins to tug.* (NT) | Swift | 15:47:52 02/24/04 Tue |
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| *Reed pats his hat a couple of times, thanks Swift for the help, grabs a oar, and begins to paddle(to his full extent)* | Reed | 17:25:51 02/24/04 Tue |
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| There comes a lot of noise from up up uptop on the top of the ship... And it rocks and rolls and wakes Gizmo up... And ruins his invention... *A middle aged shrew clumps onto the deck and walks around as if not noticing anyone, muttering to himself as he goes.* The otters are here... They have a mouse and another shrew with them... They appear to be taking the ship... And it appears Gizmo goes along for the ride... What will Gizmo do with these savages? (NT) | Gizmo | 20:59:07 02/24/04 Tue |
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| *Swift blinks at the new arrival.* Look mate, if you're gonna be on this ship, we'd appreciate if you lent a paw here to the rowin'. *Swift gets on the opposite side of Reed and begins rowing.* (NT) | Swiftstream Brooktail | 13:38:44 02/25/04 Wed |
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| *Thistle eyes Gizmo, then grabs an oar* ...Who on earth are you? *dips oar in the water, then yanks it back out* Erm...maybe it's not such a good idea if I row...I mean, I understand the basics of propulsion and all that...but...*points to nonexistant muscles* Mousemaid. Small. Not able to pull weight. Get the picture? (NT) | Thistle the Odd | 13:44:48 02/25/04 Wed |
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| *An excessively large fox plops down next to Thistle and takes the oar from her.* Ach, naw, lassie. Ye jus' sit thar an' let Valenze do theh rowin' fah ye! | Valenze Quickbrush | 14:36:28 02/25/04 Wed |
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| *The shrew continues wandering about the deck, narrating aloud to no beast in particular.* The mousemaid is violent in her temper... Who on earth is Gizmo? Why he is Gizmo the Inventor of course... Why are the strange beasts taking the holt's ship, Gizmo wonders to himself... *The shrew removes his spectacles and polishes them on his robes.* Yes, Gizmo does wonder that... (NT) | Gizmo | 16:30:47 02/25/04 Wed |
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| *Swift chucks a cork at Rudd.* Y'slump shouldered sack o' nuts! I lashed the tiller! Wait... We ain't on open waters... We kind o' need steerin' seein' as we're in a cave... Right then! Off to the helm! *As he gets up he sees Valenze.* Oi! Valenze! What're you doin' 'ere? How'd you get here? An' you! Shrew Gizmer type! Stop gawkin' an' dwobblin' around and do summat useful! *WIth that, Swift goes to the helm to steer the ship.* (NT) | Swift | 22:25:15 02/25/04 Wed |
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| *Valenze grins towards Swift.* Ah was walkin mehself 'round ah island, an' Ah fell down a hole inte this wooden-type cave...Ah wen' down some steps an' wen' te sleep...when Ah woke up, The wooden-cave thingah was movin, so Ah came up. | Valenze | 15:12:20 02/26/04 Thu |
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| *Gizmo falls on the deck after Fik's shove.* The angry one pushes Gizmo to the deck of the ship and makes him uncomfortable... To prevent future happenings like this, Gizmo shall see what he can do. *He walks up to an oar and begins examining it; poking, prodding, moving around. Then he sits down and begins moving it up and down and back and forth in a completely erratic fashion.* Gizmo doesn't grasp this concept of this device, he doesn't... (NT) | Gizmo | 16:25:47 02/27/04 Fri |
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| *Swift steers away, staring dead ahead.* Well, glad to have ye along, Valenze... And I suppose this Gizmer chap is welcome... (NT) | Swift | 14:20:56 02/29/04 Sun |
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| *Valenze picks Thistle up and carries her over and sets her down next to Gizmo.* 'Ere ye go, misseh. Ye jus' sit thar an' 'elp this ol' shrew te row. *He then pads back over to his bench and sits down.* | Valenze Quickbrush | 19:45:10 02/29/04 Sun |
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| **Sits down at an oar and places Fuzzlie on the one in front** Now you just stay there and do what Mr. Swift says- row. **Is about to begin when Fuzzlie crawls down the side of the oar. She snatches him and sticks him in her pocket, mutting as she tries to help out with rowing** Lazy brute, won't even help row... **Scowls** (NT) | Pearl | 08:49:59 03/02/04 Tue |
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| *Thistle arches an eyebrow at Valenze, then resigns herself to her fate* Alright, then. I'll be nearest the oar, and when I say forward, you push forward, allright? *mutters things about leverage and the like* (NT) | Thistle the Odd | 15:44:20 03/02/04 Tue |
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| *Gizmo begins working the oar well, muttering.* Yes, Gizmo knows all about leverages... That is the principle behind the smart mouse and Gizmo's ability to use the oar to propel the ship... On the smart mouse's word, Gizmo shall push forward, he shall. (NT) | Gizmo | 20:04:34 03/02/04 Tue |
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| *blinks at him* You're referring to yourself in third person. This is mildly disconcerting. But I'm "smart mouse" to you, so I shouldn't complain. Forward! *pushes paddle forward* (NT) | Thistle the Odd | 15:11:05 03/03/04 Wed |
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| *Reeds eyes shift around. Hes wondering the great question of his life. Drink or Make Mischeif. His eyes still shift.* | Reed | 18:28:23 03/03/04 Wed |
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| *The ship leaves the cave slowly, and almost as if Swift is reading Reed's mind,* Reed, mate... There'll be time to drink and rip up a ruckus later on when we're out on the deep waters. Right now, try an' stay sobered... At least for a bit. I promise I'll get you drunked up good later, I promise. Just grab an oar and help really quick. (NT) | Swift | 22:48:43 03/03/04 Wed |
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| *Gizmo thrusts the oar forward on Thistle's command, saying aloud.* Gizmo would prefer to call the smart mouse by her name, but she doesn't tell him. He does wonder what it is, he does. *He stares forward the whole while as he speaks.* (NT) | Gizmo | 22:52:10 03/03/04 Wed |
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| *Valenze rows and smiles and calls out.* Row, meh 'eartehs! le's show them 'ow te realleh git a wooden cave movin! *suddenly grows concerned.* Ach, naw...Ah dun know whe're we'eh goin'! | Valenze | 20:34:21 03/04/04 Thu |
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| *Swift calls out to Valenze.* See that ship out on the horizon? We goes where that ship goes, and I whacks its captain, and then we goes and gets a celebratory round o' drinks, all on me, and I settles my wandrin' lust and builds a nice port town and marries me gal Reedpaw and has a pair o' lovely liddle kits. That's what's gonna happen, aye! (NT) | Swift | 22:37:37 03/04/04 Thu |
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| *Gizmo looks quizically at Ruddingy.* The large otter who calls himself Rudd asks Gizmo how he is. Plainly this otter must be blind, for he is not seeing that Gizmo isn't hurt or wounded and therefore fine and the question is unnecessary. But then, he knew exactly where Gizmo sat, and waved... Is this creature blind? Gizmo shall have to find out... He rows, he rows, he rows, he rows... *Gizmo pushes and pulls on the oar.* (NT) | Gizmo | 22:39:54 03/04/04 Thu |
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| *Thistle snorts* I'm Thistle Willowsong Longfaith, pleased to meet you, I think. I could put up with you a whole lot better if you refer to yourself in first person. Smart chap like you knows what that means, I'm sure. Forward! (NT) | Thistle the Odd | 13:19:30 03/05/04 Fri |
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| *Reed shakes a fist at Swift* Yeh youn' Hooligan! You'll never settle tha' lus' mate, yer'll get hitched on ah bloody boat goin 40 knots*He gives a grin, and keeps one paw rowing, the other one lights up a pipe, with lord knows what mixed with the tabacco...then rows with both paws* | Reed Streamline. The Old Bad Example. | 13:24:39 03/05/04 Fri |
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| *Swift grins cheekily at Reed.* Shrrap, mate. Though yer probably right about the never loosin' me lust for the sea... *He grins as they get out onto open waters and the wind whips his dreadlocks around. He calls out.* Stow the oars, mates! Let's get the sails out and ride the winds! *With that, he begins scaling the rigging, untying ropes on sails and whatnot.* (NT) | Swift | 00:39:07 03/06/04 Sat |
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| *Gizmo looks around and leans in very close to Thistle. He whispers terribly quietly in her dish-shaped ear.* Between you and I, miss Longfaith, I prefer to speak in the proper manner... But I find I tend to do better business and all with my more, "eccentric" side. *He nods and goes back to rowing as he calls to Rudd.* Rudd doesn't listen to Gizmo when he is saying that the ship is waking him up. He is likely to be cranky. (NT) | Gizmo | 00:41:50 03/06/04 Sat |
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| *dawning comprehension* Ah. Well then, in that case, refer to yourself however you please, for I cannot not condone the usage of eccentricities...*goes on babbling, usually using words that start with "e"* Forward! (NT) | Thistle the Odd | 07:38:35 03/07/04 Sun |
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| *Gizmo nods as he rows along with Thistle. Meanwhile, Swift is undoing the rigging all by his oneses, and muttering about it.* Blimey... Ship's steerbeast is havin' t'do the riggin's on a ship.... S'not right... All by his oneses... (NT) | Swift | 15:48:58 03/08/04 Mon |
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| Naw, then, why ah weh chasin tha' thar boat? Wot's so special bou' et? | Valenze | 20:12:20 03/08/04 Mon |
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| *Swift sighs and leaps off of the mast, landing heavily on Rudd, and flattening the large otter under his elbow. He stands up and brushes himself off, muttering.* A steersbeast wouldn't have to abandon the tiller if his shipmates, namely one overly large hulking beast of a sea otter, would do their jobs... I'll take that tiller, thanks. *He grasps it in his paws and steers it back easily enough. He speaks to Valenze.* Well, see, there's a right whacko aboard that ship by name o' Warpeye. It's the whole revenge bit. He slaughtered my holt and now that I've a chance to get revenge, I'm not gonna let him go 'til I've spilt his weaselly black guts out all over. Now... *He notices Pearl and her "fuzzlie" for the first time.* Oi... Pearl... Uh... That, erm, green thing... Uh... Why are you talking to it? Never mind... Don't answer... Just... Help this dope here, *Kicks Rudd.* and get the rigging done down. (NT) | Swift | 23:16:27 03/08/04 Mon |
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| *Swift glares and kicks Rudd in the ribs.* Deck swabber!? Pah! If I don't steer this ship, then we'll go flyin' off to the moon. I'm not demoted, you junky otter you. *He keeps the tiller steadily following the dot far off near the horizon.* Oi, mates... We needs a new cook. As I recall, I was lookout and cook last time. Now we needs us a cook. Any volunteers? (NT) | Swift | 15:05:49 03/10/04 Wed |
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| *Valenze stands up from his bench and begins lumbering off.* Ah s'pose Ah c'n trah te mix up somma'... | Valenze | 17:31:20 03/10/04 Wed |
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| **Looks up at Swift's comment, then gets up at Rudd's, carefully taking out the green-painted beetle. On her way to Rudd she holds the beetle up in front of Swift's face** See, in'nt 'e cute? And his name isn't Green Thing, 'tis The Evil Green Fuzzlie of Doom, for his proper title. He's my mama's best friend's uncle's granddaughter's best friend's cousin. I'm taking care of him as a favor. **Nodds, then lowers him ceremoniously into her pocket and follows Rudd to the sails** Yes, Fuzzlie, this si a boat. NO, I'm not going to let you fall into the water. Oh, stop being such a fool, be quiet. And stop wriggling, for the sake of the Bread People! **Rolls her eyes, then awaits Rudd's telling her what to do while he does somehting else so she doesn't do something he planned to do and get in a tangle.** By the way, I'm a paradoxal oxymoron. I'm very useful on ships like these, yes, with my oxymoronic ways... (NT) | Pearl | 17:54:47 03/10/04 Wed |
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| *Swift nods at Valenze.* Aye mate, get us some good eats. And Pearl... Uhm... Uh. Yeah. *He just glances at her pocket and goes back to his steering.* OOC: I'm going to be gone for a few days, and Thistle's already gone, and Rudd's absorbed with FF XII, so this one's going to slow down a bit. (NT) | Swift | 15:45:04 03/13/04 Sat |
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| *In the kitchen, Valenze lights a fire (carefully, of course!), sets a potful of water on it to boil, and begins tossing anything that comes to paw into the water.* | Valenze | 20:46:03 03/15/04 Mon |
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| *Swift yawns.* Right mates... 'Tis powerful borin'... Who wants a song? I can sing one if no one's got objections! (NT) | Swift | 08:53:33 03/23/04 Tue |
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| **Meanwhile, Pearl is attacking the rope** Grah! *Hissclawscratchbareteeth** Kill... rope... knots... must... die... **Finally, by miracle, manages to loosen one to the point which it could come undone, and holds up the two pieces proudly** Heheh... that probably would have been faster if I hadn't attacked it, huh... **Sheepish grin** (NT) | Pearl | 11:16:00 03/23/04 Tue |
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| ooc: Go for it, mates...I'm having fun massacreing random crewbeasts...but not being able to tell bout it is getting sorta sad...skip ahead to your hearts content! | Mickle | 15:51:58 03/27/04 Sat |
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| OOC: Sounds good, Rudd! | Thistle | 08:50:22 03/28/04 Sun |
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