private Thread and Needle

[RunsWithSquirlz 274]

Flotsam Cove

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Weeks ago; flyers had been pinned to nearly every port and harbor in bordering countries. All soliciting for a crew to work for The Thread; under the leadership of Captain London. Many had turned a blind eye to these, her reputation was little to nothing to them. No one wanted to sail with the Doomed Captain and her old useless ship. Except for a few.

 

Flotsam Cove, a small island; lies on the edge of uncharted territory. A stop for damaged ships in need of repair or re-supply or for bringing in the carcasses of downed vessels. The island itself was very quiet, filled with laborers and seamen who lived far from civilization. Haggard travelers sometimes sailed here, wishing to stock up before going off deeper into the uncharted Drake Sea; failing to ever be seen again.

 

The meeting was set at the harbor; on the ship itself.

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Link OOC:http://mlpforums.com/topic/105710-thread-and-needle-oocnon-ponyfantasypirateadventuredarkbetrayalromance/page-2

Edited August 2, 2014 by RunsWithSquirlz

[Shadow Dancer 111]

I looked around at the spot where we were told to wait for the captain, Captain London was her name. This place brought him one step closer to the traitor John Chase. Hell my only price for my services was she assists me in finding the rouge and I would help her with her own goals. 

[Sekel 695]

Blake heard the chattering of other people and felt the vibrations of their footsteps as he waited at the spot. He was told that Captain London was meant to be the captain they were waiting for. He was sitting down and had his staff laid at his feet. This way, he could feel a greater deal more vibrations as he was spread over a larger area. Blake stared blankly at the ocean as he thought about what it would be like to be a part of a group. He hasn't much experience with it other than working together with his pet hawk, Pluto. 'This should be entertaining. Having a blind man on a ship.' The bird nuzzled his cheek, almost as if it read his mind. Blake chuckled softly and absently rubbed the back of Pluto's neck as he listened to the sounds around him.

Edited August 2, 2014 by Dji

[Alex Kennedy 1,228]

Edward Glade stood before the ship and waited. Waiting was something he was good at, having learned patience and discipline in the military. Though, if he were honest, he was uncharacteristically excited for the captain to arrive and the meeting go begin. He wanted to get a chance to properly size up the people he'd be traveling with. For now, though, he waited.

[The Elusive Cinder 1,328]

Eleanor Fletcher (and Nef.)

 

The Mage eyed the ship with more than a little doubt: this was supposed to be her home for the next... however long it took to find someplace new to start over? Admittedly her knowledge of ships was poor at best, but she couldn't help but feel like she had made a terrible mistake: that this might really be the end of her.

 

Huffing in resignation, she raised a hand and snapped her fingers. Red material hung heavily from her limbs: drapes of what was once an elegant garment but had been repaired, replaced and redesigned piece by piece to gradually make it more suitable for travelling. "Nef, you can stop hiding now. Bloody coward..."

 

It wasn't exactly a summoning: the elemental Wyrm had never been banished in the dirt place - merely hidden itself away in the twisting nether at the thought of being around so much water. At its masters command, the draconian creature reformed itself: it's flaming body wrapped elegantly around her arm.

 

"Get off me!" She snapped in an almost-joking tone: shaking herself free of the half corporeal flames. "Some 'mighty aspect of the elements' you turned out to be! Why do I keep you around again?"

 

It was all in good fun: the Wyrm quickly made a darting circle around Eleanor a couple of times before rising up and resting itself beside her - butting its head gently against her side until she reached down to scratch its head.

 

"Aa-aarak!"

 

"Yeah, I know. Water sucks. At least you can hide from it - I can't just go jumping into the void whenever I want, remember?" She smirked a little before looking down with a stern expression. "Bow, I want you to behave yourself on this boat, okay? Boats burn and I quite enjoy having something to stand on..."

 

"Ra-aa-ak!" Nef agreed. Probably.

 

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Arellion Wavebreaker.

 

Arellion shook his head. The woman was quite mad in his opinion: talking to her pet fire-monster. What could he do though? She had paid him a good amount - half in advance of course - and he was already seeing the benefits. It might be a little dull at times: a bodyguard was generally accustomed to actually having to guard somebody but... well, she didn't exactly draw a lot of trouble: what, with that dragon-thing floating around.

 

To him, it seemed like she had paid him simply to have somebody to talk at - which he supposed was fine, so long as he got paid.

 

While the woman cooed over her pet, Arellion took the opportunity to look over the others in the area: a poor example of a crew in his opinion: but then again, so was any crew that didn't involve him.

 

Tugging at a loose thread on the cuff of his shirt and rubbing a thumb against the elaborate, twisting gold hilt of his rapier to ensure that the fingerprint that had spoiled its polish was decidedly hidden, he stepped forward - looking as magnificent as ever. He took pride in his appearance: every part a gentleman and swashbuckling (and might he add, quite dashing) hero as those in old storybooks - and why not? He had modelled himself on them after all! A foggy-brown glass bottle containing some kind of liquid rested snugly in a leather harness behind the scabbard at his side: mostly full.

 

"Three men: none of which look to have touched a ship in their lives!" He declared: voice cocky and arrogant, but smooth like silk. Accent masked behind refined punctuation and a glint in his eye. "Three men: all waiting in their dark, brooding silence! You lot are a cheerful bunch now, aren't you all? I wonder sometimes If I'm the only fellow alive who knows how to enjoy life!"

[Torrent505 370]

Anne just meandered past the meeting spot, in her hand was a strange metal cup, she had taken it from a tinkerer she's killed when she had come ashore months ago; she hadn't killed him for the cup but it was a nice benefit it kept cold drink cold and hot drinks hot, so her coffee stayed better longer. She was in a good mood that only struck her when well caffeinated.

 

She rolled her eyes at the crew standing at the spot waiting patiently like good pups, Captain London must be desperate. Then again she had accepted Anne, she hadn't expect her old acquaintance to do that; especially when no other ship would accept her after she had walked out of the ocean into Flotsam Cove. She had no time for the 'crew' she headed for the ship.

 

She walked up to the side of the refurbished galley and ran her hand along it. So this was 'Thread', what a hateful old hag; Anne had seen it with at least two other names before. Each time it went out the ship managed to kill its crew and some fools would drag the nearly destroyed carcass back to Flotsam to sell as scrap, the ship yard would pretty her all up and hand her off to some other desperate Captain... Anne would have never imagined London would own such a wretched thing, she grinned well the Captain seemed happy to keep tacking curse to her name or Anne wouldn't be here either. Her hand snagged a bit on the hull leaving a ragged cut across her palm; this ship didn't like people, it wanted nothing more than to kill another crew and finally be left alone. The two of them were going to get along just fine.

[Flying Ace 142]

@@Torrent505, @, @@Alex Kennedy, @@Dji, @@Shadow Dancer,  

The only one of the crew that wasn't waiting patiently was Rondra, she was hiding behind some crates occasionally poking her head out as if looking for something, she saw a seagull that landed on a post to rest its wings when Rondra striked. "Gotcha!" Before the seagull could even cry out a gust of flame shot out of Rondra's fingertips and completely engulfed  the poor creature. "Ha ha! Rondra one! Birdies zerooooooooooo!" Rondra lept over the creates and skipped her way back to the others. "So who excited?! I can't be the only one can I?! Maybe I am the only one! There can only be one! Anybody excited?!" Rondra said looking at each face with big eyes and a big smile.

[Sekel 695]

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Blake smirked when he heard the girl ask if they were just as excited as she eas to be going on a doomed ship. He's heard stories about the ship, sure, but the Captain must be extremely desperate if she let a blind man on board. "Caw!" Pluto called out to the girl hoping to get her attention. "Why did you do that?" Blake sighed, rubbing his face. "Caw. Caw, caw!" Pluto told Blake, trying to get him to understand. "Oh really?" Blake asked sarcastically, chuckling a bit.

[Scribblegroove 565]

@Torrent505 @Alex Kennedy @Dji @Shadow Dancer @Flying Ace

Duncan Whales was strolling casually through the streets, looking around to see if he could find the specific ship he was looking for. His equipment made a rattling sound as he moved, attracting some attention, though the four guns he was carrying along might be a bit more of an eyecatcher. Though at first he hadn't heard a thing of 'Captain London' and this apparent new ship of hers called 'the Thread', but he had asked around a little the moment he had arrived on the notorious island, and he had heard all but good things about the ship as well as the captain. Rumors seemed to have spread about it being cursed, and London's reputation hadn't been the shiniest either. But, it it were up to him, he'd join this ship's crew on it's dangerous quest. He had seen the pay. It was significant, and in fact, he wasn't certain any other ship would take a banished gunsmith on the run for the guild. As long as he could work his craft, he would take any job.

 

After a short walk through the small town he found the ship in the dock a kind, or moreso grumpy but helpful villager had directed him towards. The small group that had gathered in front of it were most likely it's supposed crew. He arrived just in time to hear the only competent looking man of the group exclaim his amusement at the rather pathetic gathering of landbound sods they were. He couldn't agree more. There were two fire mages, guessing from the one being accompanied by a fire elemental, and other excitedly burning a seagull with the blaze she shot from her fingers. fire mages... On a ship. 'wonderful'.

 

Then there was an old man talking to a bird, a quiet individual who seemed to take himself far too seriously. He had to do some trouble to control himself, and reduced a potential outburst of laughter to a mere scoff. A smile adorned his face a he looked around. "Come now, surely these people are quite competent for a job like this! Just look at the dedication in their eyes!" He said sarcastically, but in good fun, not meaning insult them purposefully.

 

He walked over to the young fire spewing girl and crouched down to be at eye-level with her. He looked up for a moment and spotted a seagull flying high above their heads, passing over them and out of view. He quickly memorized it's movement. Then he looked straight in the eyes of the fire crazed girl. "I mean, look at this one. The looks of excitement on her face is almost frightening."

 

He grinned at her, showing all his well-brushed and lined teeth, shiny white as they were. "I can somewhat understand killing innocent avian creatures because of excitement. You wanna know why?" He said as he slowly pulled his gun out of it's holster, and showed it to her. Then he quickly bent his arm to aim the gun over his shoulder, not losing eye contact with the girl for a single moment, and pulled the trigger.

 

A loud bang, a desperate caw, and the sound of a dead seagull dropping dead on the ground filled the silent streets. He held the end of the gun in front of his nose and inhaled the sweet smell of burnt gunpowder, before blowing it off. "I am, indeed... Excited as well." He said with a flair of dramatics. He then broke eye contact with the girl and stood up straight again.

 

"My apologies if I scared anyone, I do enjoy a dramatic entrance from time to time. My name is Duncan Whales," he took a deep bow towards the others. "and if the kind captain London would allow me to do so, I'll be your watchful eye up in the crow's nest." He said, pointing his firearm at his familiar spot high in the sky. He walked up to the man with a quite dashing appearance, the one who seemed to find taking care of one's looks just as important as he did, perhaps even a little more. 'who am I kidding, a lot more.' He extended his hand in friendship, offering to shake his. "Greetings, sir. You look like a man I can relate with. Would you be so kind to tell me your name?"

Edited August 2, 2014 by Scribblegroove

[The Elusive Cinder 1,328]

Eleanor Fletcher (and Nef.)

"Oh hush now Nef!" Eleanor snapped gently as the fiery drake whined and crackled slightly at the disturbance not too far away from them. "What did I just say about behaving? Don't make me banish you - you don't like that, do you? No, you don't..."
 
 "Aa-ak-ark." The elemental responded conversationally. "Raa-kaa!"
 
Eleanor rolled her eyes - leading the wyrm up to eye-level with a finger before tapping firmly on the tip of its nose. "I said hush!"

 

There was a mage: another pyromancer like her, though this one seemed unrestrained - quite mad even - and unstable. For a brief moment she found herself considering that such was how the hunter must have seen her, back when...

 

She glanced back at her 'guard' and, content that his blustering would keep him occupied for the time being, went back to crooning over Nef.

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Arellion Wavebreaker.

 

@@Scribblegroove,

"Aha! Finally somebody with some character!" Said Arellion with a start - lunging to seize the hand with a firm, sweeping motion. Every action he made was over-emphasized and flourishing - radiating self confidence and dexterity. Whatever impression he gave and however a person might think of him, there was no questioning how sure of himself the mercenary was. "Arellion Wavebreaker! Swordsman, duelist and generally rather heroic scourge of the waves, at your service."

 

He motioned widely towards the pitiful gathering with a slight smirk dancing on his face. Another sailor - an actual sailor

"The lady with the serpent is my employer, Lady Eleanor Fletcher. As for the others... well, I'm afraid I arrived only minutes before yourself. Perhaps we can set a suitable example for this sorry gathering though, yes?"

[RunsWithSquirlz 274]

She kicked the door to her cabin open, stumbling out with a sheet wrapped around her body and hair disheveled more than usual. London had a blunderbuss pointed at the sound that had so rudely woken her up.

 

"Delano! What did you do?! Who are these rats?!" she was rather sleepy and still a bit hungover, blunderbuss waving about.

 

The small girl had been watching quietly from the crow's nest; peeking barely over the edge at the crazy gun man. At her Captains' accusation, she dropped behind her; hanging upside-down with the rope wrapped around her waist and leg; bare feet gripping it tightly "Not Delano. Them. New crew."

 

The captain stared at them momentarily, memory clouded in a heavy guaze of alcohol and then she looked at Mary-Anne; squinting her yellow eyes. Oh yes, the flyers. By the creaking of this ghastly tub she remembered where she was, who she was and what she was supposed to be doing. London threw the gun back into her cabin "Right. Well, this has gotten off to a wonderful start don't you think? You may all board, seeing as little Annie here has already done so."

[Scribblegroove 565]

@RunsWithSquirlz

 

Duncan Whales accepted the jovial man's handshake and returned it firmly. He already knew he was going to enjoy having a drink with this man. Though a little bit arrogant, he would surely have a lot of interesting stories to tell. He turned his excited grin into a somewhat more subtle smile and looked around at the rest of their supposed crewmembers. "A man with a true sailor's name like yourself must surely be capable of posing quite an excellent example for these poor lads!" He exclaimed.

 

He released the other man's hand and bowed towards the maiden with the strange elemental creature. "My most heartwarming greetings Eleanor. Might I say you shine bright as the very sun in the sky itself today?" He charmed away at her, not really making it seem like a serious move, but more somewhat of a meant compliment. He quickly turned to Arellion again, since he was far more interesting than the fire conjuring lady. "As for my occupation I am a man of steel like yourself, though I prefer to reserve myself to fireing the steel from a distance. Cowardly as it may seem, I enjoy every second if it!" He explained with a slight hint of pride, pointing towards the musket strapped on his back as well as the three firearms hanging from his belt. "Gunsmith, gunslinger, gunner and the very definition of an eagle eye and sailor, those are many descriptions that fit my name."

 

Quickly he stepped aside once he heard the captain burst outside with what looked like a blunderbuss. A very short moment he cast fearful eyes on the weapon, but the momen he realized he was in no harm, the same kind smile returned on his face with amazing speed. "Ah, you heard the lady, aboard. I can barely wait to set sail again!" He mumbled towards his new comrade as he stepped onto the boards and entered the ship.

 

He pointed towards the blunderbuss that the captain had tossed away just a moment ago as he stepped on deck, immediately feeling at home. "Captain I do hope that that thing is an unfortunate mistake? I'd expect a woman of your stature to wield a more elegant and precise firearm than that." He said with a contemptuous look on his face. "After all, it's a weapon for the 'unskilled' is it not?" He said, completely oblivious that he might be insulting the captain.

Edited August 3, 2014 by Scribblegroove

[Shadow Dancer 111]

@@Flying Ace, I looked at the kid and smiled glad that at least someone had a better view about the journey ahead then the rest of us but still wondered why she was going with us, but that curiosity applied to everyone here. So I decided to not worry about it. Watching her kill the seagull i hoped she did not catch the ship aflame.

 

Upon the captain letting us board we stepped onto the ship. I looked at what appeared to be a gun marksmen, and the sailor/braggart shaking hands and the rest looked interesting enough. "How I end up with these crowds, I have no clue." I mumbled remembering the protegee that was under me at one point, interesting kid that sadly was quite arrogant and died in what seemed to be a robbery. I decided to not take on anymore apprentices after that.

Edited August 3, 2014 by Shadow Dancer

[The Dark Lord 332]

@@RunsWithSquirlz,

 

"Careful with those crates, they're worth more than your heads." John said as he approached the ship. Behind him were a few men, each holding a crate, and by the looks of it, they were heavy. John knew he was late but knew that they wouldn't set sail so soon. He approached the  ship, not giving a second glance at the others gathered there, and boarded. They men laid down the crates one by one below deck, and simply left, not even looking John in the eye as they did so. The last of the men left and there were now 7 crates in total. "Hello Captain, I hope you don't mind that I brought my research along." He said smoothly.

[Flying Ace 142]

@@RunsWithSquirlz,

"OOOOOOOOOOoooooooooo, whats this?! What thats?! What are those things?!" Rondra asked as her mind completly ignored everything else except for the ship she was on. "Can I set it on fire?! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, its so tempting!!! I just want to watch this burn! While I eat that cooked seagull I found. Don't know how that happened."

[Sekel 695]

@@RunsWithSquirlz

Blake sighed and got up off the ground. He bent down and picked up his staff, holding it in his left hand. He felt Pluto leave his shoulder and land on top of the staff. "Where ...?" Blake asked uncertainly but after hearing a group of men grunt as they lifted on to the ship, he pinpointed where he had to go. Using his oak staff as a sort of guide, Blake walked to the gangway and on to the ship. As soon as he stepped on to it, Blake felt the pain of the wood on the ship. "The boat's in pain ..." Blake muttered quietly. He moved to the side and gazed blankly at the Captain's general direction. "Morning to you to Captain!" Blake said loudly, unsure of where she was. Pluto called out to the captain in greeting as well.

[Shadow Dancer 111]

@@Flying Ace, I looked at the kid and said, "No currently, we happen to be on wood if this ship burns we won't be going anywhere, or we will drown in the middle of the ocean." I just hoped the girl had some logic despite her acting like she was nine but being sixteen, "Strange company indeed." I mumbled.

[Flying Ace 142]

@@Shadow Dancer,

Rondra stopped her line of questioning to look at the man who said no, "What?! Why not?! So what if were in water I can swim! Please?" Rondra went up to him and started quivering her lip and looked at him with big sad eyes. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease? I promise I'll put it out!"

[The Dark Lord 332]

@@Shadow Dancer, @@Flying Ace,

 

 

"I'm gonna have to agree with him," John said pointing at Marcus, "Burning the ship is definitely not a good thing. Especially since my stuff is already on board." He opened a crate and reached inside. He pulled out a large black book, "I may need your help later though. I didn't bring any adequate fire-starting materials. The stuff I have would probably blow up more than i'd like."

Edited August 3, 2014 by Lord Megatron

[RunsWithSquirlz 274]

London got angry.

 

"FIRST OFF!" she glared at them. "I am the captain. Don't you ever ask anyone else for permission to do something on my ship." She pointed her glare directly at Rondra.

 

She looked at the well-kept man that had addressed her before. Something about that old gun. "That thing? A piece of junk I keep under my pillow. I prefer to use a good old-fashioned whip. Unskilled or not." She would have shown him but she was naked under the sheet and she had some sort of dignity left. She motioned towards the crates "Your research you move them to storage" she said to the new arrival. "And someone get rid of the seagull on my bloody ship."

 

Delano watched everything with sheer curiosity, dangling from where she was "Explosions." she echoed quietly.

 

London had a headache and rubbed her temple in annoyance. It had been a while since she had a crew. A good one at least. So far, this wasn't shaping up so well but she blamed it on her curse.

 

"I have half the mind to tell you to shoot them all and start over." she mumbled to the gunslinger.

Edited August 3, 2014 by RunsWithSquirlz

[Shadow Dancer 111]

@@Flying Ace, "Not my call there kid, that is up to the captain, her ship her rules, anyway whats your name?" I asked trying to get away form the kids desire to light things up like candles, also not wanting to deal with the captain, and screw the deal we had up during the first stretch. 

Edited August 3, 2014 by Shadow Dancer

[Sekel 695]

'Seagull...?' Blake thought to himself. What seagull? Blake slowly moved forward and hoped that he wouldn't bump into anything. He ignored what was going on around him in favour of being extremely cautious of where he was walking and tried not to step on anyone's toes or get in anyone's way. When his staff hit something solid, Blake moved his hand forwards and felt the wooden side of a cabin. 'It's a wall ... feels like it belongs to a room or cabin. Sometimes I seriously hate being blind.' Blake thought grimly to himself as he leant his back against the side of the cabin. He tuned in to what everyone was saying and apparently they were saying no to a fire mage. "Fire mage ... possibly that excited girl from earlier, judging from the way her voice sounds." Blake muttered to himself.

[Flying Ace 142]

@@Flying Ace, "Not my call there kid, that is up to the captain, her ship her rules, anyway whats your name?" I asked trying to get away form the kids desire to light things up like candles, also not wanting to deal with the captain, and screw the deal we had up during the first stretch. 

"My names Rondra, crazed fire mage and bomb maker extraordinaire!" Rondra reached into her pockets to pull out three little bombs which she tossed in the air; fortunately they didn't explode. "Damn it, I thought I fixed that bug!" Rondra pouted and kicked one of them off the ship and onto the deck causing it to explode and set a good chunk of the deck on fire. "OOOOOOoooooooo pretty."

[Shadow Dancer 111]

"Fuck,why dose this shit have to happen." I see how much magic I have and decide that my plan A would fail so I just get the crew to help with the fire as we pour water on it to stop it. (As you can see this character is more talkative but still not a chatter box.)

[Sekel 695]

@@Flying Ace

Pluto took flight from Blake's staff and circled the area that was set on fire. He called out to Blake but he just waved to Pluto with a smile, trusting him to do the right thing. The hawk looked between Blake and the girl his face was turned towards. With another call, Pluto circled lazily in a downwards spiral to land on the girl's shoulder. He rubbed his head against her cheek and then flew back to Blake.

 

"What did you do?" Blake asked Pluto curiously.

 

"Caw!!"

 

"Don't screech. I get what you're saying I'm just- nevermind." Blake asked, grumbling to himself at his hawk's actions. He had heard the explosion and smelt the smoke but he couldn't really do anything to help unless he wanted to get in everyone's way.

Edited August 3, 2014 by Dji