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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Oct 7, 2005 10:30:29 GMT -5
Tormé felt that the situation was rising rapidly out of control. She used her power to push the lightsaber wielding miscreant into the wall and her eyes began to glow with crimson fire. Her hands filled with a red energy, crackling and very shiny, and she threw it at the sith.
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Post by Master Warious on Oct 7, 2005 13:38:11 GMT -5
A wall of Black energy roared up in retaliation as the red energy ball came hurling at the Sith, Warious. Voices, low dark and harsh joined Warious' own chanting and her lightning grew in power. Meanwhile Abner silently drew his sword...waiting...
Suddenly Warious released the Dark energy and it knocked out all of the law enforcers. As soon as Warious released the energy, Abner stood and hurled his sword at the barrier surrounding them, shattering it effectively.
Hook then stood and called out to the people who signed on to his crew, “Head for the Ship now!” And they all ran past the temporarily K.O.ed Law enforcers.
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Post by godric on Oct 8, 2005 17:39:50 GMT -5
((As my hardware is not functioning fully, I shall drop out of this RP until further notice. Fare Well.))
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Post by Absolon on Oct 8, 2005 20:33:59 GMT -5
Áralyn gave a wide blink as Godric dissapeared, but soon began running after Warious, cursing her inability to use her magic. And I left my staff in my hotel room! she thought mournfully. Alas, but all shall be well. Someday.
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Oct 8, 2005 22:38:57 GMT -5
"Help, I've gone catatonic," cried Farne, fooling himself into thinking he'd gone catatonic.
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Oct 8, 2005 23:06:11 GMT -5
Dun, taking the advice of a post long lost in the other random posts that she had lost track of for volleyball games of doom, ducked. "Space is big."
And then she died. And there was much rejoicing.
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Post by Master Warious on Oct 9, 2005 17:38:06 GMT -5
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Warious cried seeing her new found friend dead...and immediately began zapping her toi restar the Sitha's heart while she carried her as the group ran onto the ship.
Hook whistled and down came a constantly moving light. "Miss Bell, we require some fairy dust to make our escape. Would you be so kind?"
And Tinkerbell with a mischevious grin nodded and set to spreading fairydust around the ship causeing the ship to rise immediately.
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Post by The Seeker on Oct 9, 2005 17:47:18 GMT -5
While she was trying to use her magic to convince Farne that he was not indeed catatonic, she spotted the fairy."Tinkerbell!" Nix cried, flying up to her and hugging her. "It's been forever!"
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Post by Tempest on Oct 9, 2005 17:55:20 GMT -5
Vash was just exilirated to be on the ship, though he was distracted by Warious trying to revive Duncariel. "May I be of assistance?" He asked, flashing a brilliant white smile, and hastily adding,"Not that I mean to be flirting." It would not do to get on the bad side of the captain or Warious this early into the voyage.
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Post by Master Warious on Oct 9, 2005 18:44:17 GMT -5
Warious nodded, too concerned for her friend to notice Vash's dazzling smile. "I hope you know how to being people back to life." Then Warious started to sniff, trying not to cry and ran into the arms of her Captain.
Tinkerbell was thrilled to see her old friend Nix, and greeted her back enthusiastically.
Abner wandered over to where Dûncariel’s dead form lay pondering whether or not to do something...if indeed he could.
((Hey Eisley, do you wanna take over Tinkerbell in this RPG?))
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Post by Jandalf on Toast on Oct 9, 2005 21:00:01 GMT -5
Suddenly snapped out of the idea that he had gone catatonic (for which he would forever be grateful to Nyx, and even perhaps indebted, which would create a plot bunny for possible future use), Farne dashed madly across the street and made a flying leap to grab hold of the anchor of the rising ship, determined to be the chef of the voyage.
At that moment, the orange tram of the Preservation thread came rattling around the corner to collect the lifeless form of Dûncariel. Fortunately enough for our heroes/villains/main characters, it could not fly unaided.
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Post by Master Warious on Oct 10, 2005 12:48:48 GMT -5
Warious' Mary-sue-ish act was not too unusual to the Captain. "She really should wear a shirt with 'Warning: Constant mood swings'." He thought to himself not noticing what Warious was doing to his belt...
Abner heard Farne over the side of the ship and sent Tinkerbell to aid the poor chef with fairy dust. Looking back at Dun then left to go find Warious' "Book of the Dead".
Meanwhile, Warious had succeeded in getting Captain Hook's belt off. Snickering to herself she slid out of the Captains embrace, grinned up at him and ran. Hook's pants fell down revealing his boxers...which were pink wit red hearts...An April Fools gift from Warious. Growling, Hook Pulled up his pants with his good hand and ran after his obnoxious fiancé with every intent to punish her. Unfortunately for Warious, she had run into Hook's Cabin and had forgotten to shut the door. A mistake he did not repeat as he followed her. It wouldn't do to have people witnessing his revenge.
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Post by Tempest on Oct 10, 2005 13:02:46 GMT -5
Vash sighed, it would appear that his help wasn't needed after all. He decided to just watch over the Sitha maiden as she lay dead on the deck. Then, unfortunately, an idea came to him. Wasn't a way to revive damsels kssing them? Vash mused, But she's dead, not sleeping or in a trance. And if she suddenly wakes up, well, it might not go over too well. Deciding that just keeping people from stepping on Dun was assignment enough, Vash sat down next to her.
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Post by Tiana, eh? on Oct 10, 2005 15:28:43 GMT -5
Feeling that she was being intentionally ignored (she was. Not even her so called friend had noticed her return to reality), Talnaver went and burnt herself alive with a candle, then magically made her ashes disappear as well, so that the Preservation thread (if it even noticed her) couldn't bring her back. She doubted it would notice anyway. It seemed everyone was completely and totally ignoring her attempt to write in the RPG.
This left Eion, and he had no qualms in stalking away to join the darkside. If the good guys in the RPG were out to ignore his narrators characters, perhaps the evils might at least notice him.
But he had a suspicion they wouldn't. It seemed quite a conspiracy to make Eowyn Skywalker unnoticable as a narrator. Because the only notice anyone had taken of her characters was to throw one against a wall, and that wasn't even really noticed.
He stalked off into the mist and just knew that even if he came up with the one ring the only plot notice that would be taken of him would be to shove him off of a ship until a shark ate him. It just wasn't fair.
The narrator contemplated bringing in another character, but decided even if she bothered making the effort, she would still be ignored.
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Post by Skye Muad'Dib on Oct 10, 2005 15:37:02 GMT -5
((You can join us! We'll be at headquarters trying to regroup.)) When Elyssa Tormé regained consciousness, she was disgusted to find that the criminals where gone. Cursing and trying very hard not to violently punish her subbordinates, she stalked back to headquaters, where he went straight to her office and locked the door. The sith, Warious, said the name on her file, was too powerful for her to handle on her own. She pressed a button on her communicator which would give her a direct line to her twin, Essar, whose powers she would need in this fight. Essar said she as a little busy, but would be there as soon as circumstances permitted. Elyssa closed her firey crimson eyes and leaned back in her chair, pondering strategies. She got up to hear reports from her staff, but she knew she needed more powerful allies than these fools.
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Post by Master Warious on Oct 10, 2005 17:58:11 GMT -5
((Try Count Doomhammer, Warious' little brother))
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Post by Dûncariel is Dead. on Oct 10, 2005 20:58:26 GMT -5
Dûn snickered, completely blowing the whole 'dead' act. So she sat up, a little delirious, as being mostly dead does seem to do that to a person. The world seemed to be a little wobbly, since she had fallen over. Wavy, almost. Like being in the water. Or on it. Or something.
"So," she began, still not exactly sure what was going on. "Which way's the bathroom?"
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Post by Master Warious on Oct 11, 2005 9:56:00 GMT -5
Abner returned holding the "Book of the Dead" and nearly cursed to see it wasn't needed. He pointed to the 'head' (a ships bathroom), and went to put the book back.
Warious emerged from the cabin a half hour later rubbing her sore bottom. While one may consider a spanking a relatively mind form of punishment, it was the worst one could do to Warious. But the only one who ever got near enough to do so was her fiancé. Fortunate for Warious, he didn't do it unless she had done something exceptionally embarrassing or rude to him. 'Not that he didn't make up for the pain' She mused think about the distracting kisses he gave her when his rage subsided. In truth, the only one who could ever overpower her was Captain James Hook, 'Although,' she though, 'my little brother does try.' She shook her head sadly. Her little brother, while being a Sith, never really or truly had turned. Even if he had..."He would still be insignificant next to me!" She spoke out loud. "Do I need to spank you again?" a voice drawled in her ear. Warious jumped. "Eek! No! I was thinking about my little brother." She turned and wrapped her arms around James Hook. "I'm insignificant next to you, my love." "Hmmmm." They were about to kiss when Dun went bounding past them running for the bathroom. "Wow, she's alive!" Warious exclaimed. "Cool!" Hook groaned at the lost opportunity to kiss Warious. Abner stalked up to the couple and shoved a black book between the two and stalked off. "HEY!" Warious exclaimed. "What were you doing with my "Book of the Dead"?"
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Post by Absolon on Oct 11, 2005 11:13:49 GMT -5
Áralyn, not really knowing what to do on such a big ship, wandered around, looking at the various sails and ropes, which she assumed were used to direct the sails. Once again, she regretted not having her staff, she would have to get another weapon, but from where? She decided to ask the captain about it. She found him outside the captains cabin, and Warious was with him. "Um, Captain sir?" she asked. "In our flight from the law, I unavoidably left my weapon, a staff of witchwood, in my hotel room. Is there a armory of sorts on board?"
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Post by Master Warious on Oct 12, 2005 14:47:52 GMT -5
Abner re-emerged from...wherever he went and held out Áralyn's staff. "You dropped this..." He said turning slightly red from the fact he was helping a female. After handing it to her Abner turned and walked swiftly away.
Warious snikered. "Poor Abner. He doesn't quite know how to behave around females...other than me of course. Don't mind him. To answer your question though...If things come to a fight we'll supply arms, but untill then, no."
Hook looked at his fiance and said, "Go get us back on earth Warious. And please try to make some sence!"
Warious kissed Capt. Hook and said, "Yessir!"
"Miss Bell! Prepare for tessering!"
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