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Cervantes:
Squinting his eyes Cervantes cast a spell. Kain's femur bone shattered, dropping him to his knee, he dropped Ren. "A bone for a bone, fool!" Cervantes bellowed. "Step away from him! ...Or crawl if you have to... Matters little to me... I am the one you have come for... So... Challenge ME! Not the subordonates!"
Squinting his eyes Cervantes cast a spell. Kain's femur bone shattered, dropping him to his knee, he dropped Ren. "A bone for a bone, fool!" Cervantes bellowed. "Step away from him! ...Or crawl if you have to... Matters little to me... I am the one you have come for... So... Challenge ME! Not the subordonates!"
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Meany meany meany meany meany meany meany meany meany.
He was such a meany. See, there he went again. Rocky had done absolutely nothing to him, and now he was getting hit. At least when Cervie hit him, he said he was sorry... ... eventually. Well, he didn't hit him and then scorn him, unless he had done something bad.
Ok, nevermind about the similarities, this guy had no right to even touch him. He had done nothing to the man, in fact the meany should have given him an apology. After all, the water wasn't that bad. He was in it a few minutes earlier. He looked over to the side, nope, it was probably the sharks that got them. The first one did break his nose, it was a big gash too. That would have gotten half the sharks in the area out for food.
Rocky was king of the world when it came to magickal pulleys.
He couldn't believe that they had helped him. All he did was make them breakfast, and be his own sweet little self. There they were, all ready to pull together just for little old Rocky.
He saw the little guy first. Well he was little compared to Cervie, and truth be told, he might be an inch or two taller than the guy. He wasn't sure, he would probably have to measure later, anyway he came to protect him. Yeah, he knew they were nice passengers. The woman did too, she gave the mean man a big growl. At least he thought it was given to the meany, but he wasn't quite sure either. It was, after all, a pretty small ship.
Then, astonishing even Pat the Rat out of hiding, Cervie hurt the guy with one of his groin spells. He loved that spell, it was the funniest. The guy laid on the ground, in obvious pain. Rocky wanted to do something for him, but then he remember his pulled hair.
A thought came to him. Someone saying something once, something about balance, an eye for an eye, and a tooth for the toothfairy. Something like that. Rocky wanted to pull the guy's hair back, he really did, but he couldn't do that. He might push someone off the boat, but he wouldn't actually want to hurt them.
That was wrong, and that was what lead to meany people like him. His mommy probably left him in an orphanage, and old ladies picked at his nose for years and years until he became a grumpy old frump that he was. Rocky giggled at the site of this brute of a man, in a craddle, being picked by some old ladies. He couldn't stop laughing, it was so funny.
Then it became sad. The poor guy, he probably never had a hug in his life. The meany guys were the ones who needed hugs the most. It was all about love, that's what his mother taught him. He wished the guy had met his mother, he would be so much more happier if he knew a mother's love.
Well, he might not know a mother's love, but he would know a Rocky's love. Rocky, in a blur, kneeled down and gave the man a big bear hug. The man, who was still in pain, seemed to squinch at his hug. Oh, maybe he hugged too hard.
No, that was impossible, no one could ever recieve too much of a hug, but just in case, he got behind the woman who had growled at the meany earlier.
Maybe now he wouldn't be so grouchy.
Ooc: No offense Morgoth
He was such a meany. See, there he went again. Rocky had done absolutely nothing to him, and now he was getting hit. At least when Cervie hit him, he said he was sorry... ... eventually. Well, he didn't hit him and then scorn him, unless he had done something bad.
Ok, nevermind about the similarities, this guy had no right to even touch him. He had done nothing to the man, in fact the meany should have given him an apology. After all, the water wasn't that bad. He was in it a few minutes earlier. He looked over to the side, nope, it was probably the sharks that got them. The first one did break his nose, it was a big gash too. That would have gotten half the sharks in the area out for food.
Rocky was king of the world when it came to magickal pulleys.
He couldn't believe that they had helped him. All he did was make them breakfast, and be his own sweet little self. There they were, all ready to pull together just for little old Rocky.
He saw the little guy first. Well he was little compared to Cervie, and truth be told, he might be an inch or two taller than the guy. He wasn't sure, he would probably have to measure later, anyway he came to protect him. Yeah, he knew they were nice passengers. The woman did too, she gave the mean man a big growl. At least he thought it was given to the meany, but he wasn't quite sure either. It was, after all, a pretty small ship.
Then, astonishing even Pat the Rat out of hiding, Cervie hurt the guy with one of his groin spells. He loved that spell, it was the funniest. The guy laid on the ground, in obvious pain. Rocky wanted to do something for him, but then he remember his pulled hair.
A thought came to him. Someone saying something once, something about balance, an eye for an eye, and a tooth for the toothfairy. Something like that. Rocky wanted to pull the guy's hair back, he really did, but he couldn't do that. He might push someone off the boat, but he wouldn't actually want to hurt them.
That was wrong, and that was what lead to meany people like him. His mommy probably left him in an orphanage, and old ladies picked at his nose for years and years until he became a grumpy old frump that he was. Rocky giggled at the site of this brute of a man, in a craddle, being picked by some old ladies. He couldn't stop laughing, it was so funny.
Then it became sad. The poor guy, he probably never had a hug in his life. The meany guys were the ones who needed hugs the most. It was all about love, that's what his mother taught him. He wished the guy had met his mother, he would be so much more happier if he knew a mother's love.
Well, he might not know a mother's love, but he would know a Rocky's love. Rocky, in a blur, kneeled down and gave the man a big bear hug. The man, who was still in pain, seemed to squinch at his hug. Oh, maybe he hugged too hard.
No, that was impossible, no one could ever recieve too much of a hug, but just in case, he got behind the woman who had growled at the meany earlier.
Maybe now he wouldn't be so grouchy.
Ooc: No offense Morgoth
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Vixen...
nodded at Rocky approvingly. The anger heating her blood. He was the weak pup, needed protection. She growled again feeling her skin prickle as she focused her hunger on the one that had hurt Rocky.
She flexed her hands... clenching them as she sniffed the air. She really needed to kill... kill now.
In a red haze of feral anger she attacked. It was vicious and quick. She grabbed one of the attacking men and with her bare fingers ripped his throat out. The blood oozing about her fingers only adding to her blood lust.
nodded at Rocky approvingly. The anger heating her blood. He was the weak pup, needed protection. She growled again feeling her skin prickle as she focused her hunger on the one that had hurt Rocky.
She flexed her hands... clenching them as she sniffed the air. She really needed to kill... kill now.
In a red haze of feral anger she attacked. It was vicious and quick. She grabbed one of the attacking men and with her bare fingers ripped his throat out. The blood oozing about her fingers only adding to her blood lust.
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Cervantes:
Watching in mild shock as Vixen launched at one of the last remaining men on deck, killing him with ease. The next few words that came from his mouth was what shocked him the most though. "Little Fox!" He barked, to get her attention. "No more death is needed! It is their dicision now! Let them choose... And if they choose to stay... Then death they shall have!" He added the last part to save himself from the realization of his former words. He was slipping... Why before Vixen and the pups had come aboard he would have seen his own ship sunk if thats what it took to kill these insulting fools! What was happening to him? He pondered for the briefest of moments as he watched Vixen lower her blood coated hand to her side, her fingers flexing with blood lust, she was hard pressed to keep it contained... He knew she wouldn't be able to hold it in check for more than a few minutes. "Gentlemen... Fools... You are aboard a ship full of souls condemned... Do you really wish to join us?"
Watching in mild shock as Vixen launched at one of the last remaining men on deck, killing him with ease. The next few words that came from his mouth was what shocked him the most though. "Little Fox!" He barked, to get her attention. "No more death is needed! It is their dicision now! Let them choose... And if they choose to stay... Then death they shall have!" He added the last part to save himself from the realization of his former words. He was slipping... Why before Vixen and the pups had come aboard he would have seen his own ship sunk if thats what it took to kill these insulting fools! What was happening to him? He pondered for the briefest of moments as he watched Vixen lower her blood coated hand to her side, her fingers flexing with blood lust, she was hard pressed to keep it contained... He knew she wouldn't be able to hold it in check for more than a few minutes. "Gentlemen... Fools... You are aboard a ship full of souls condemned... Do you really wish to join us?"
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Joach giggled slightly. Was she trying to seduce him? He had never actually been seduced before. This was an entirely different feeling to him. His palms were sweaty, in fact his entire body felt extremely sweaty.
She touched him. He could feel something run up his arm, and into his spine. He shuddered slightly.
"Oh look," he said, breaking the touch. He walked over to the side of the ship. On the other side he could see the massacre of what had happened. It wasn't good.
Then, all of a sudden some man got up from behind a boat, obviously where he was hiding, and tried to make a run for it. A woman caught him, and killed him on the spot.
Hey, wait a minute. He remembered her, it was Vixen. He would see the others soon enough.
She had such power, he could honestly believe a hundred mercenaries couldn't stand up to her, as prove one now laid at her feet, his life draining onto the floorboards.
"You don't think he needs help, do you?" he asked nonchalantly."
She touched him. He could feel something run up his arm, and into his spine. He shuddered slightly.
"Oh look," he said, breaking the touch. He walked over to the side of the ship. On the other side he could see the massacre of what had happened. It wasn't good.
Then, all of a sudden some man got up from behind a boat, obviously where he was hiding, and tried to make a run for it. A woman caught him, and killed him on the spot.
Hey, wait a minute. He remembered her, it was Vixen. He would see the others soon enough.
She had such power, he could honestly believe a hundred mercenaries couldn't stand up to her, as prove one now laid at her feet, his life draining onto the floorboards.
"You don't think he needs help, do you?" he asked nonchalantly."
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Vixen...
panted heavily. Her blood coated fingers clenching. Her eyes bright and slightly manic. She glared at Cervantes, listening to his barked command on instinct... her reaction just barely stronger than the need to kill which even now overwhelmed her.
She lifted a hand to her face and licked at the still slick warm blood. She visibly shivered in ecstacy. Her eyes watched him carefully. Was this a sign of weakness in him? She wondered. Her eyes narrowing. The need to kill... kill... blood... her body shivered with need.
She waited.. her eyes sweeping looking for any sign of an enemy someone to attack...
panted heavily. Her blood coated fingers clenching. Her eyes bright and slightly manic. She glared at Cervantes, listening to his barked command on instinct... her reaction just barely stronger than the need to kill which even now overwhelmed her.
She lifted a hand to her face and licked at the still slick warm blood. She visibly shivered in ecstacy. Her eyes watched him carefully. Was this a sign of weakness in him? She wondered. Her eyes narrowing. The need to kill... kill... blood... her body shivered with need.
She waited.. her eyes sweeping looking for any sign of an enemy someone to attack...
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Ren
Pulling myself to my feet, I lean against part of the ship for support. Atleast one of my ribs was broken, that much I was pretty sure of now. This guy was much stronger then I had originaly thought him to be. His speed was almost at match with a werebeasts. This made him stronger then me... atleast for now that is.
Letting out a low grunt of pain, my eyes go over to Vixen and Rocky. Vixen seemed to be changing to a Werebeast more with each passing moment. And Rocky... um... Rocky was.... well he was Rocky. Take that for what you will, but it was very hard to describe the kinda guy that he was.
Dear god, this wound hurt so bad. The advanced healing that came with my changing body was already taking care of the injurys, but it didn't help the pain much right now. If this guy wanted a fight, I wasn't sure what kind of shape I would be in to deal with him.
Pulling myself to my feet, I lean against part of the ship for support. Atleast one of my ribs was broken, that much I was pretty sure of now. This guy was much stronger then I had originaly thought him to be. His speed was almost at match with a werebeasts. This made him stronger then me... atleast for now that is.
Letting out a low grunt of pain, my eyes go over to Vixen and Rocky. Vixen seemed to be changing to a Werebeast more with each passing moment. And Rocky... um... Rocky was.... well he was Rocky. Take that for what you will, but it was very hard to describe the kinda guy that he was.
Dear god, this wound hurt so bad. The advanced healing that came with my changing body was already taking care of the injurys, but it didn't help the pain much right now. If this guy wanted a fight, I wasn't sure what kind of shape I would be in to deal with him.
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*he Chuckles softly* And now you Speak of Condemmed Souls...*He Cracks his huge knuckles harshly* I belive that you are sadly mistaken....*The claws come out in a flash* But Mind you, I am not one without Intelligence...I know how the battle lines are drawn right now..*he snaps a finger at Kain* You there! Whomever you are! Leave NOW!!! *his Voice harsh, commanding, and Prehaps even concintration breaking* This fight...is my fight alone...*He goes into a battle stance* Heh..I always wondered what the Big Score might be like...and here it is...sadly..Im dissappointed...*He Made a mad dash, almost lightning fast speed at Vixen, his eyes with a gleam of death in his eye..*
*a Shadowed figure lept from one of the lifeboats of the Invincable, dashing across the deck of cervantes ship, a glittering sword in his hand*
*Lita gasped* AMARANT!! *She called, spotting the lone figure as he continued to make his way at the Flaming red haired bounty hunter, but by the time it Registered In his brain it was far too late, The Claws were raised, Vixen had already entered a fighting stance* HAAAAAAAAA!!!!!* came the Awesome cry as the Claws met the glittering blade, a look of pure surprise on his face as the sparks flew from the colliding Claws and sword...and there, standing alone, a dark cloak wrapped around him, but his face, that of the Former Young Rolando De Gilliad, was Standing there, The KingStopper held deftly in his hands, his voice was horse, and sounded as if he hadnt spoken in some time* ...Go...Away...now...*His eyes bored into amarants as a quick spin kick sent him sliding across the deck, The sword still held deftly in his hands as he stood directly in front of vixen..*
(Sorry, I neede dto bring him in, thats why I had a little more control than usual...^^)
*a Shadowed figure lept from one of the lifeboats of the Invincable, dashing across the deck of cervantes ship, a glittering sword in his hand*
*Lita gasped* AMARANT!! *She called, spotting the lone figure as he continued to make his way at the Flaming red haired bounty hunter, but by the time it Registered In his brain it was far too late, The Claws were raised, Vixen had already entered a fighting stance* HAAAAAAAAA!!!!!* came the Awesome cry as the Claws met the glittering blade, a look of pure surprise on his face as the sparks flew from the colliding Claws and sword...and there, standing alone, a dark cloak wrapped around him, but his face, that of the Former Young Rolando De Gilliad, was Standing there, The KingStopper held deftly in his hands, his voice was horse, and sounded as if he hadnt spoken in some time* ...Go...Away...now...*His eyes bored into amarants as a quick spin kick sent him sliding across the deck, The sword still held deftly in his hands as he stood directly in front of vixen..*
(Sorry, I neede dto bring him in, thats why I had a little more control than usual...^^)
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OOC: None taken. But you must remember, kain is a fanatic when it comes to fulfilling a contract. 
IC: Kain screamed in pain and then shot his arms up with all the strength he had, throwing rocky's off him. His head flew forward, smashing into Rocky's forehead and sending him staggering back. Kain picked up his sword. "I wish you hadn't done that", he groaned, clutching what seemed to be a few broken ribs. "I will fight to my death, beast!" he hissed, staring at Cervantes angrily. "I did not even wish to kill you! My whole quest was to deliver you to the master so he could kill you! But you want nothing to die, do you?" he said, his voice picking up strength on every word until he stood up straight, through all the broken bones.
IC: Kain screamed in pain and then shot his arms up with all the strength he had, throwing rocky's off him. His head flew forward, smashing into Rocky's forehead and sending him staggering back. Kain picked up his sword. "I wish you hadn't done that", he groaned, clutching what seemed to be a few broken ribs. "I will fight to my death, beast!" he hissed, staring at Cervantes angrily. "I did not even wish to kill you! My whole quest was to deliver you to the master so he could kill you! But you want nothing to die, do you?" he said, his voice picking up strength on every word until he stood up straight, through all the broken bones.
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Cervantes:
Rolling his eyes in disgust, Cervantes lifts his blade to the ready. "Looks like you have a mighy sever limp there..." Cervantes jibed at Kain, then turned a sharp eye toward Rolland. "Oh please... What is this? Some sort of sad resque attempt? Wait! Let me guess... You've come to save the poor helpless maiden, Vixen?! How droll..." Turning a glance toward Vixen he addressed her. "Little Fox... Do you want to leave this ship?" He said with mirth as his eyes locked back onto Kain. He saw both Rocky and Ren laying against his cabin wall in pain. "It looks as though you could use a... Cane there..." Cervantes mocked as he watched Kain rise slowly to his feet.
Rolling his eyes in disgust, Cervantes lifts his blade to the ready. "Looks like you have a mighy sever limp there..." Cervantes jibed at Kain, then turned a sharp eye toward Rolland. "Oh please... What is this? Some sort of sad resque attempt? Wait! Let me guess... You've come to save the poor helpless maiden, Vixen?! How droll..." Turning a glance toward Vixen he addressed her. "Little Fox... Do you want to leave this ship?" He said with mirth as his eyes locked back onto Kain. He saw both Rocky and Ren laying against his cabin wall in pain. "It looks as though you could use a... Cane there..." Cervantes mocked as he watched Kain rise slowly to his feet.
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Vixen...
growls low again... hearing the familiar name... "lil' fox..." she looks up forcing herself to think clearly despite the beast like instincts which overwhelmed her.
"Leave?" She repeats uncertainly... her eyes harden "no..." she says simply.
She gazes across at Cervantes... "kill now?" she asks hopefully. She had seen Ren and Rocky now fallen and itched to avenge them... to destroy the enemy that threatened her pack.
growls low again... hearing the familiar name... "lil' fox..." she looks up forcing herself to think clearly despite the beast like instincts which overwhelmed her.
"Leave?" She repeats uncertainly... her eyes harden "no..." she says simply.
She gazes across at Cervantes... "kill now?" she asks hopefully. She had seen Ren and Rocky now fallen and itched to avenge them... to destroy the enemy that threatened her pack.
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Rocky stood up, rubbing his forehead. The man wasn't very strong anymore, it didn't hurt that bad. It hurt because he had tried to give the poor meany a hug, and he responded in violence.
Is that what all these people knew? Violence? Couldn't things be settled some other way. He knew he wasn't the most inteligent person on this ship, but he wasn't without thought. This violence was senseless, there was no point. Why were these people doing this?
He knew why, for money. For evil dirty money. Rocky had worked hard all his life, and he didn't get a single gold coin. Cervie didn't pay him except in a bed, some toys, and food. That was all he needed. There was nothing on this planet that he didn't need. Well, maybe there was something, but he couldn't think of that now. These people were on the verge to kill for nothing more than pieces of gold and silver.
Was it gold and silver? He had never seen money before. If he would make money, he would probably make it something fun, like doughnuts. Rocky had a doughnut once, it was so delicious. Someone told him it was very rich, maybe doughnuts were money after all.
The little guy looked hurt really badly. Rocky was ok, just a small head shake. Cervie told him time and time again that he was called Rocky because of his head. He simply laughed, he knew it wasn't the truth. Sometimes though, he wondered how he did get his name. Rockingham.... maybe his mother was a rock and his dad was a pig?
Something dropped from his nose, he put his fingers too it. It looked like he was bleeding from the nose too. Well, minor scratches, his heart hurt more than his head.
As quick as he could, Rocky ran downstairs. The little guy looked like he was what Cervie was... a hairy monster. At least that's what he called it. A disease where every so often, you forget to shave and your hair grows all over the place. He remembered to shave every day, after all it might be contagious. He looked bad with long hair on his head, how would it be if the stuff was all over his body. Instead of laughing at him, the girls would probably scream and run away.
There it was, behind the ginger. A dull grey container looked back at him. A thought came through his head, what if the container could actually look back at him? What if it had small invisible eyes and was looking at him this very instance. It sort of sent a chill down his spine, thinking that every anthropomorphic analogy were true.
Rocky looked up, what was that? Did he just say an inteligent word? No, it must have been Pat the Rat. He looked up at him, his whiskers twiching. He was hungry, but Rocky couldn't feed him now, he had important things to do.
Running back up, he went over to the poor hurt man, giving him a small hug. Love was still the best medicine after all.
"Here," he said, pouring out a spoonful from the container, "I don't know what it is, but Cervie got it a long time ago. It makes hairy monsters heal faster."
He let the spoon go around in a circle a few times. He knew if he were getting medicine, he would want it to be delivered as fun as possible.
"Here comes the horsie... Where is the stable?" He looked at the hurt fellow, "Come on... come one, open wide. The horsie needs let in."
The spoon went inside. Yes, he had fooled the man. Well, he was the best doctor on this ship, well maybe he was the only doctor on this ship, except for Cervie of course. Cervie the Captain, who was his best friend now. He had saved his life, at least Rocky thought he did.
Rocky looked back at the man who had hurt him so much. What an evil person. Maybe he could trick this guy too. He was after all, Rockingham co-captain to Cervie. And he was pretty inteligent, back in the kitchen he thought an inteligent thought. At least he thought it was an inteligent thought.
"You can have a spoonful too," he said, making sure he was far enough away from the man. If worse came to worse he could run before the guy got the container.
"You can have a spoonful too if you leave this ship," he pointed at the other one, "You leave, and I'll give you the whole bottle."
If the man was so bent on material things, this would certainly be a weakness in him. Rocky had, once again, made a fool-proof plan. He only hoped it wasn't foiled once again by the only fool on this ship foolish enough to be called a fool's fool.
He sighed, if only he knew what he meant sometimes.
Is that what all these people knew? Violence? Couldn't things be settled some other way. He knew he wasn't the most inteligent person on this ship, but he wasn't without thought. This violence was senseless, there was no point. Why were these people doing this?
He knew why, for money. For evil dirty money. Rocky had worked hard all his life, and he didn't get a single gold coin. Cervie didn't pay him except in a bed, some toys, and food. That was all he needed. There was nothing on this planet that he didn't need. Well, maybe there was something, but he couldn't think of that now. These people were on the verge to kill for nothing more than pieces of gold and silver.
Was it gold and silver? He had never seen money before. If he would make money, he would probably make it something fun, like doughnuts. Rocky had a doughnut once, it was so delicious. Someone told him it was very rich, maybe doughnuts were money after all.
The little guy looked hurt really badly. Rocky was ok, just a small head shake. Cervie told him time and time again that he was called Rocky because of his head. He simply laughed, he knew it wasn't the truth. Sometimes though, he wondered how he did get his name. Rockingham.... maybe his mother was a rock and his dad was a pig?
Something dropped from his nose, he put his fingers too it. It looked like he was bleeding from the nose too. Well, minor scratches, his heart hurt more than his head.
As quick as he could, Rocky ran downstairs. The little guy looked like he was what Cervie was... a hairy monster. At least that's what he called it. A disease where every so often, you forget to shave and your hair grows all over the place. He remembered to shave every day, after all it might be contagious. He looked bad with long hair on his head, how would it be if the stuff was all over his body. Instead of laughing at him, the girls would probably scream and run away.
There it was, behind the ginger. A dull grey container looked back at him. A thought came through his head, what if the container could actually look back at him? What if it had small invisible eyes and was looking at him this very instance. It sort of sent a chill down his spine, thinking that every anthropomorphic analogy were true.
Rocky looked up, what was that? Did he just say an inteligent word? No, it must have been Pat the Rat. He looked up at him, his whiskers twiching. He was hungry, but Rocky couldn't feed him now, he had important things to do.
Running back up, he went over to the poor hurt man, giving him a small hug. Love was still the best medicine after all.
"Here," he said, pouring out a spoonful from the container, "I don't know what it is, but Cervie got it a long time ago. It makes hairy monsters heal faster."
He let the spoon go around in a circle a few times. He knew if he were getting medicine, he would want it to be delivered as fun as possible.
"Here comes the horsie... Where is the stable?" He looked at the hurt fellow, "Come on... come one, open wide. The horsie needs let in."
The spoon went inside. Yes, he had fooled the man. Well, he was the best doctor on this ship, well maybe he was the only doctor on this ship, except for Cervie of course. Cervie the Captain, who was his best friend now. He had saved his life, at least Rocky thought he did.
Rocky looked back at the man who had hurt him so much. What an evil person. Maybe he could trick this guy too. He was after all, Rockingham co-captain to Cervie. And he was pretty inteligent, back in the kitchen he thought an inteligent thought. At least he thought it was an inteligent thought.
"You can have a spoonful too," he said, making sure he was far enough away from the man. If worse came to worse he could run before the guy got the container.
"You can have a spoonful too if you leave this ship," he pointed at the other one, "You leave, and I'll give you the whole bottle."
If the man was so bent on material things, this would certainly be a weakness in him. Rocky had, once again, made a fool-proof plan. He only hoped it wasn't foiled once again by the only fool on this ship foolish enough to be called a fool's fool.
He sighed, if only he knew what he meant sometimes.
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Ren
What the heck did that cabin boy force down my mouth? The junk he had tricked down my throat tasted just terrible. It must be a rule that anything that's supposed to be any good for you has to taste the worst it possibly could. Either that, or it's another cruel joke played on those in need by the fates.
That Rocky was going to hear about this later. If only my ribs didn't hurt... wait a second... they weren't hurting me anymore. My hands press against the injured areas to find the pain gone once more. Rocky my man, I sure did owe you one now buddy.
Walking to the side of Cervantes and Vixen, I watch with great interest to see how Rockys plan worked out. It was a good one, but there was always the chance of it going bad. But, atleast now I was ready to help the others. And for the first time ever, I was actualy hoping that I would fully change into a werebeast. For now, I was going to have to make due with what had been given to me by the changes so far.
What the heck did that cabin boy force down my mouth? The junk he had tricked down my throat tasted just terrible. It must be a rule that anything that's supposed to be any good for you has to taste the worst it possibly could. Either that, or it's another cruel joke played on those in need by the fates.
That Rocky was going to hear about this later. If only my ribs didn't hurt... wait a second... they weren't hurting me anymore. My hands press against the injured areas to find the pain gone once more. Rocky my man, I sure did owe you one now buddy.
Walking to the side of Cervantes and Vixen, I watch with great interest to see how Rockys plan worked out. It was a good one, but there was always the chance of it going bad. But, atleast now I was ready to help the others. And for the first time ever, I was actualy hoping that I would fully change into a werebeast. For now, I was going to have to make due with what had been given to me by the changes so far.
Roland Gilliad
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*The man does not awanser, He Mearly shelths the blade* As...you wish..I have not...Come to save...anyone....I have...nothing...*his eyes close* I have come....where...I can be...of some use...*he shakes his head* She is....far from...helpless....her strength...far exceeds my...own...*He coughs roughly* However....I shall wait...until her blood...lust is sated...to speak with ye...Search not for me...for you will never find me...Until the time is right..*He leans into the nearest shadow and seems to dissappear, Amarant blinks* Blimy..*he whispers softly and leaps up* hrm...Didnt expect this kind of interfearance...Time for a new battle plan...*he was whispering to himself, then he took a step back, leaping high into the air, and landing deftly on one of the masts* Wait Righ' here! I'll be back!! *Bringing up the stout blade on the left knuckle he runs three long cuts through two of the sails, shredding them, he laughs and leaps an incredable distance down to the deck, then leaps back to his ship, and lands with a hard thud, as he steers it out of their cannon fire range, his eyes hard and unforgiving* Damnit to blood 'eck...*sighs deeply* This isnt good....
(YOUNG Rolando, Not the Real one, The one who was his "Son" But lost his memory! RemembeR?!?!?)
(YOUNG Rolando, Not the Real one, The one who was his "Son" But lost his memory! RemembeR?!?!?)
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"I am tired of your insolence, beast! Are you going to come peacefuklly or am I going to have to force ye to your unrespective Aphormic knees?!!" shouted the now completely bloodraged Kain. Hios eyes weren't the normal rosey color of bloodrage, but were redder than any beasts or evils.
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Rocky put the container down. He wouldn't have given the man any of it anyways. Once when he had a bad arm, he tried to take a small drink, thinking it would heal him. All it did was give him a week's worth of the green apple splatters. He felt worse afterwords, and he grew hair almost everywhere, it took him forever to cut it off. Still, a lesson learned is forever... ummm, well whatever it is, it certainly is helpful. If only he could know why.
"Fool proof doesn't apply to me," he said to the other guy. He looked like he was all better, oh goodie, another person for the good side. This was going to be more fun than he thought.
Sticking the grey container in his pocket, he looked at the meany. He was outnumbered four to one. Five to one if that other girl ever got done with the cannons. He supposed she had gotten lost down there. When he first came on this ship he got lost tons of times himself, he would have to show her the ups and downs of the bottoms decks when this was over. Anyway, four to one were the odds against him now, and to top it all off he had broken bones, and wasn't in a very good condition. Rocky had coughed up scarier things than the man standing next to him at this instant.
He was a big meany anyway, probably didn't amount to anymore than something he threw up. At least his throw up would smell better, and one could simply get rid of it; puke was easy to get rid of, slime wasn't...
Still, he wondered what the man was talking about when he said "coming with me." He had come in on a bubble. Rocky wasn't as smart as he hoped he would be, but he was still smart enough to know what his eyes told him. His eyes told him that the big meany had ridden a giant bubble to get here.
That means he had no way of returning home. His ship was sunk, and the other one wasn't his. In fact, if he hadn't gotten some signals crossed, he was certain that the two ship's captain's weren't very friendly to each other.
Rocky suddenly realized that the man was a prisoner on this ship. Instead of trying to capture the captain, he had gotten captured himself.
Rocky did that once. He played Cervie a game of chess. Chess is a very hard game, but somehow to him it came fairly easy to him. He liked the horses most of all, he would always neigh when he had to move them. When one died, it was so sad. He would pet it, and say he was sorry, and that he would try harder next time. He liked chess a lot. One day he was playing against Cervie and he moved his queen to the back row, calling check. He thought it was check mate because the king had no where to move, but it turned out he hadn't seen one of those diagonal things that moved diagonally; it killed his queen. He still won though. Come to think of it, that was the last time Cervie played chess with him. He threw it off the ship the next day, saying it was a kid's game. He didn't care, he still liked it.
That's exactly what the meany guy had done. He threw himself onto the ship, in order to check mate Cervie, but instead he had gotten caught himself. Speaking of which, Rocky had a notion of playing some chess. He would have to ask Cervie about it later, now they had to find out what to do with their new prisoner.
"Fool proof doesn't apply to me," he said to the other guy. He looked like he was all better, oh goodie, another person for the good side. This was going to be more fun than he thought.
Sticking the grey container in his pocket, he looked at the meany. He was outnumbered four to one. Five to one if that other girl ever got done with the cannons. He supposed she had gotten lost down there. When he first came on this ship he got lost tons of times himself, he would have to show her the ups and downs of the bottoms decks when this was over. Anyway, four to one were the odds against him now, and to top it all off he had broken bones, and wasn't in a very good condition. Rocky had coughed up scarier things than the man standing next to him at this instant.
He was a big meany anyway, probably didn't amount to anymore than something he threw up. At least his throw up would smell better, and one could simply get rid of it; puke was easy to get rid of, slime wasn't...
Still, he wondered what the man was talking about when he said "coming with me." He had come in on a bubble. Rocky wasn't as smart as he hoped he would be, but he was still smart enough to know what his eyes told him. His eyes told him that the big meany had ridden a giant bubble to get here.
That means he had no way of returning home. His ship was sunk, and the other one wasn't his. In fact, if he hadn't gotten some signals crossed, he was certain that the two ship's captain's weren't very friendly to each other.
Rocky suddenly realized that the man was a prisoner on this ship. Instead of trying to capture the captain, he had gotten captured himself.
Rocky did that once. He played Cervie a game of chess. Chess is a very hard game, but somehow to him it came fairly easy to him. He liked the horses most of all, he would always neigh when he had to move them. When one died, it was so sad. He would pet it, and say he was sorry, and that he would try harder next time. He liked chess a lot. One day he was playing against Cervie and he moved his queen to the back row, calling check. He thought it was check mate because the king had no where to move, but it turned out he hadn't seen one of those diagonal things that moved diagonally; it killed his queen. He still won though. Come to think of it, that was the last time Cervie played chess with him. He threw it off the ship the next day, saying it was a kid's game. He didn't care, he still liked it.
That's exactly what the meany guy had done. He threw himself onto the ship, in order to check mate Cervie, but instead he had gotten caught himself. Speaking of which, Rocky had a notion of playing some chess. He would have to ask Cervie about it later, now they had to find out what to do with their new prisoner.
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Cervantes:
"Are you quite through?" Cervantes barked at Kain. "Look around you. You are surounded... We could rip you limb from limb... It would seem that my little fox is itching to do just that..." With a dark grin Cervantes walked up behind her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her neck. He pulled away after that brief kiss, still grinning. "I hate to denigh her, her desires... If you do not stand down I fear I will have to let her indulge... On YOU!"
"Are you quite through?" Cervantes barked at Kain. "Look around you. You are surounded... We could rip you limb from limb... It would seem that my little fox is itching to do just that..." With a dark grin Cervantes walked up behind her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her neck. He pulled away after that brief kiss, still grinning. "I hate to denigh her, her desires... If you do not stand down I fear I will have to let her indulge... On YOU!"
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Vixen...
shuddered... she could almost taste the blood. Her nose twitched in anticipation. All her senses honed in on Kain.
Hearing Cervantes she felt her heart beat harder... she growled again... the sound menacing. She looked down at her flexing hands... suprised by the hair... she blinked. She looked at Cervantes almost smiling at the kiss... finding her face felt strange. She looked at him, trying to think clearly... but the desire for blood was so intense.
She growled again. "Kill..." she hissed... the only thing stopping her was the vague sense that Cervantes held her in check... Cervantes had not given the word to kill yet.
shuddered... she could almost taste the blood. Her nose twitched in anticipation. All her senses honed in on Kain.
Hearing Cervantes she felt her heart beat harder... she growled again... the sound menacing. She looked down at her flexing hands... suprised by the hair... she blinked. She looked at Cervantes almost smiling at the kiss... finding her face felt strange. She looked at him, trying to think clearly... but the desire for blood was so intense.
She growled again. "Kill..." she hissed... the only thing stopping her was the vague sense that Cervantes held her in check... Cervantes had not given the word to kill yet.
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"Fine. you don't want to do it easy. I'll rip her to shreds, sink this tub, and take you back under all my rage", growled Kain. A bright yellow flurry went up around him, ripping a hole through the deck where he was standing. About ten seconds later, there stood three feet in front of Kain's original position, a huge beast. it was about three times taller than any of the werebeasts. It's huge claws replaced any necessity for a weapon. Strangely though, Armor covered the beast, almost from head to clawed toe. It's huge fangs gleamed in the light. The only thing that even reminded of Kain was the bloodred eyes. Suddenly, the broken bones snapped and the thing healed itself back until it was better than before. It licked it's teeth savagely with it's tongue, and crossed the distance with the agility of a cat and quicker than a mongoose. It stopped only a few feet away from Cervantes and Vixen. "You'd probaly like to know what let's me do this?" he growled. Not waiting for the reply, he continued. "An amulet I found from a werebeast I slaughtered lets me transform into this. it also lets me heal myself. And just in case you've got any ideas, I embedded, through much pain, the amulet in left leg", he grinned maliciously, savoring meat upon his lips.
Then he quickly turned and cast another bubble.
Then he quickly turned and cast another bubble.
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OOC:
excuse me Morgoth... but are you trying to be invincible again?
excuse me Morgoth... but are you trying to be invincible again?
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Cervantes:
"I am quite... Unimpressed... Fool! Leave my ship." Cervantes said as his hand tightened in annoyance on Vixen's shoulder. He would not take much more of this nonsence. Vixen suddenly heard what she recognized as his voice in her mind. "I give you free reign to do what you wish little fox..." His hand was gone from her shoulder then and he leveled his katana at Kain. "No? Then it seems you will die..."
"I am quite... Unimpressed... Fool! Leave my ship." Cervantes said as his hand tightened in annoyance on Vixen's shoulder. He would not take much more of this nonsence. Vixen suddenly heard what she recognized as his voice in her mind. "I give you free reign to do what you wish little fox..." His hand was gone from her shoulder then and he leveled his katana at Kain. "No? Then it seems you will die..."
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Vixen...
blinked in surprise. She titled her head to look back at Cervantes. Had she heard right. His voice... so clear... yet... not with her ears... in her mind.
She looked at the beast that was Kain and bared her teeth. She leapt forward. True the beast was huge... but this did not concern her. Her body bounced away from the protective bubble that surrounded him. She shook her head to clear it and growled again softly as she slowly circled Kain. Her eyes narrowed as she looked for any sign of weakness.
blinked in surprise. She titled her head to look back at Cervantes. Had she heard right. His voice... so clear... yet... not with her ears... in her mind.
She looked at the beast that was Kain and bared her teeth. She leapt forward. True the beast was huge... but this did not concern her. Her body bounced away from the protective bubble that surrounded him. She shook her head to clear it and growled again softly as she slowly circled Kain. Her eyes narrowed as she looked for any sign of weakness.
Roland Gilliad
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ooc: It seems like He's pulling that Invincable stuff again. *Sighs* Morgoth, I pulled out, accept the fact that you cant win them all and do the same!! *sighs*
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Everyone had a weakness, that was what Rocky had been taught since he was a little child. Other children laughed at him, taunting him because he wasn't as fast at learning as they were. He didn't mind the laughing that much, but the other things were worse. By the age of fourteen he had more than his fair share of broken bones, bloody noses, and countless numbers of black eyes. His body was strong though, he knew he could take it. His mind wasn't very strong, but his body way. He always prided himself on it. Cervie kept telling him he had a hard head, after all.
He looked up at the changing meany. Now he was a big ugly looking meany. There was metal on him as well, armor and weapons and armor and other things that was sick looking and gross as well. His weakness wasn't going to be physical. He was still hurt though wasn't he? No, he said he wasn't. There's no weakness there.
That didn't make any sense though. He had to have a weakness, even in chess there are rules; certain things players can and can't do. Rocky didn't start doing magic or philosophizing, cause that was a rule he couldn't break. Why was the ugly man different? Cause he was a big meany that's why. He didn't care about rules, or chess or anything like that. All he cared about was the money, and his stupid... stupid... well whatever it was that he cared about, it was stupid.
Still, even with all that, he had a weakness. Some rules just couldn't be broken. He understood that some rules could be broken. In the kitchen, he had a good thought. He remembered, it was something about the container. Oh no, he couldn't remember what he had thought, but he remembered the thought it. So that proved some rules could be broken.
Rocky felt his mind hurting. He was contradi... contrida... contradicting himself. A person couldn't break the rules and then not break the rules. Why did things like this always happen to him. One simple transofrmation and his head was spinning in so many different directions.
Wait a minute, a head couldn't spin in two directions at once; it can only spin in one direction, either left or right or up or down or sideways or longways or up ways or some ways. Maybe his head was being pushed in so many different directions, that way he could finally...
PUSHED!!!!!
It hit him, and it hurt. A weakness, something even the ugly man hadn't thought. He was pretty invincible with all of that armor and things, but he couldn't swim if his life depended on it. Rocky jumped for the mison mast, climbing up. If he could reach his old trusty magical pulley, then maybe things could finally get even. Rocky was about to grab the pulley system, but he stopped.
It couldn't be this simple, could it? No, it couldn't, it was impossible. He was Rocky, the ship's cabin boy. He wasn't smart, even he knew it. His outstretched fingers relaxed, but his hand stayed there, lingering. The man was an evil big mean genious with magical powers. Rocky was a good small nice fool with a magical pulley. All of the sudden sad thoughts came to him. That evil person was going to hurt all of his friends. He didn't care that they were his friends, but he was going to hurt them anyway. And all for money, this was such nonsense, since when did money mean more to humankind than friendship. This would have never happened if that meany had a mother. He needed a mother.
Rocky didn't care anymore, he didn't care if his plan, as simple as it was, worked or not. Right now, his friends were in trouble, and he needed to help them. This was because he was a human being, and not some monster. He would be there to help his friends to the end, no matter what. He wouldn't give up because he wasn't smart, he wouldn't give up because he wasn't strong, he wouldn't even give up for some doughnut money.
He was Rocky, Rocky the Cabin Boy, and he had a magical pulley, and god be damned if anyone got in his way.
Rocky reached a bit further, his arm that had been shot by the arrow was starting to hurt a little. Whatever Cervie had given him was going to wear off soon, but he couldn't worry about that now. Now was a time for action, not self remorse. Rocky stopped, it had happened again. He had thought an intelligent thought, and he knew what it meant. Rem... re... oh darnit. Whatever it was had left his brain. Twice in one day, something must be happening, maybe he was getting smarter. He would like that very much, one day he could get smart and then get his own boat and finally sail the world by himself, with no one but him and Cervie.
Times of day dreaming were past though, he reached farther for the pulley; just another inch. He was out as far as he could go. No, he still hadn't touched it. It was so close, the meany was in a perfect position too. All he needed to do was grab it. Looking down, he saw all of his friends. They seemed so distant. Of course they were distant, he was far away from them, very high up.
Rocky made up his mind. He would do it, do it for his friends. In one single bound, he jumped, catching the pulley. His heart raced as his fingers laced themselves around the rope. It caught, and his flight stopped suddenly. As soon as it did though, he could feel the release of the pulley. It all came down, and him right behind it. He thought he would hit the water with a thunderous crash, but at the last second gravity decided it would help him out, and the rope swayed to the side.
After all that had happened, he was still on course. The magical pulley, which was now being accompanied by three other ones, just as big, along with Rocky himself, hanging on for dear life, came barreling down at the big meany. He just hoped it wouldn't hurt too bad, he hated pain.
He looked up at the changing meany. Now he was a big ugly looking meany. There was metal on him as well, armor and weapons and armor and other things that was sick looking and gross as well. His weakness wasn't going to be physical. He was still hurt though wasn't he? No, he said he wasn't. There's no weakness there.
That didn't make any sense though. He had to have a weakness, even in chess there are rules; certain things players can and can't do. Rocky didn't start doing magic or philosophizing, cause that was a rule he couldn't break. Why was the ugly man different? Cause he was a big meany that's why. He didn't care about rules, or chess or anything like that. All he cared about was the money, and his stupid... stupid... well whatever it was that he cared about, it was stupid.
Still, even with all that, he had a weakness. Some rules just couldn't be broken. He understood that some rules could be broken. In the kitchen, he had a good thought. He remembered, it was something about the container. Oh no, he couldn't remember what he had thought, but he remembered the thought it. So that proved some rules could be broken.
Rocky felt his mind hurting. He was contradi... contrida... contradicting himself. A person couldn't break the rules and then not break the rules. Why did things like this always happen to him. One simple transofrmation and his head was spinning in so many different directions.
Wait a minute, a head couldn't spin in two directions at once; it can only spin in one direction, either left or right or up or down or sideways or longways or up ways or some ways. Maybe his head was being pushed in so many different directions, that way he could finally...
PUSHED!!!!!
It hit him, and it hurt. A weakness, something even the ugly man hadn't thought. He was pretty invincible with all of that armor and things, but he couldn't swim if his life depended on it. Rocky jumped for the mison mast, climbing up. If he could reach his old trusty magical pulley, then maybe things could finally get even. Rocky was about to grab the pulley system, but he stopped.
It couldn't be this simple, could it? No, it couldn't, it was impossible. He was Rocky, the ship's cabin boy. He wasn't smart, even he knew it. His outstretched fingers relaxed, but his hand stayed there, lingering. The man was an evil big mean genious with magical powers. Rocky was a good small nice fool with a magical pulley. All of the sudden sad thoughts came to him. That evil person was going to hurt all of his friends. He didn't care that they were his friends, but he was going to hurt them anyway. And all for money, this was such nonsense, since when did money mean more to humankind than friendship. This would have never happened if that meany had a mother. He needed a mother.
Rocky didn't care anymore, he didn't care if his plan, as simple as it was, worked or not. Right now, his friends were in trouble, and he needed to help them. This was because he was a human being, and not some monster. He would be there to help his friends to the end, no matter what. He wouldn't give up because he wasn't smart, he wouldn't give up because he wasn't strong, he wouldn't even give up for some doughnut money.
He was Rocky, Rocky the Cabin Boy, and he had a magical pulley, and god be damned if anyone got in his way.
Rocky reached a bit further, his arm that had been shot by the arrow was starting to hurt a little. Whatever Cervie had given him was going to wear off soon, but he couldn't worry about that now. Now was a time for action, not self remorse. Rocky stopped, it had happened again. He had thought an intelligent thought, and he knew what it meant. Rem... re... oh darnit. Whatever it was had left his brain. Twice in one day, something must be happening, maybe he was getting smarter. He would like that very much, one day he could get smart and then get his own boat and finally sail the world by himself, with no one but him and Cervie.
Times of day dreaming were past though, he reached farther for the pulley; just another inch. He was out as far as he could go. No, he still hadn't touched it. It was so close, the meany was in a perfect position too. All he needed to do was grab it. Looking down, he saw all of his friends. They seemed so distant. Of course they were distant, he was far away from them, very high up.
Rocky made up his mind. He would do it, do it for his friends. In one single bound, he jumped, catching the pulley. His heart raced as his fingers laced themselves around the rope. It caught, and his flight stopped suddenly. As soon as it did though, he could feel the release of the pulley. It all came down, and him right behind it. He thought he would hit the water with a thunderous crash, but at the last second gravity decided it would help him out, and the rope swayed to the side.
After all that had happened, he was still on course. The magical pulley, which was now being accompanied by three other ones, just as big, along with Rocky himself, hanging on for dear life, came barreling down at the big meany. He just hoped it wouldn't hurt too bad, he hated pain.
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