Black Ninja

The Weapon (M/F 18+)

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Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

Norrington's face tightened as he glared at the pirate. If it was up to him, they'd kill the woman but the Governor's young niece - stupid girl at that - was in the way and had managed to get herself caught. Then, to make it worse, she had the misguided innocence to tell the pirate just who she was. In some ways, he was more furious with her than the pirate. The pirate was just scum, but the girl... If she wasn't the daughter of a lord or niece of the Governor...

He gave a slight jerk of the head indicating the soldiers should give the woman back her things. Abigail took them and carefully, so as not to have the blade slice her neck, turned and faced the woman. They were very close. There really wasn't fear in Abigail's eyes. She honestly didn't think the woman would kill her. She wasn't stupid to try anything with the knife so close - not that she would have. She kept her chin up, allowing for easy access to her neck. She felt everyone watching her but she ignored it. "Yes," she whispered back. "And you're Vivienne." It was almost like a question. She put the swordbelt on and tucked the gun into it. "I'm sorry for all this." She kept her voice low. "Are you really a pirate?" She asked quietly. There was no judgement, no horror - just open curiosity, with just a hint of awe.

Abigail had grown up in a traditional home. Daughter of a lord, her life was fairly regulated. The times she actually was able to be a bit more 'free' was here in Port Royal and even then there was only so much she could do. She never learned to fight, never watched a battle, and rarely was out after dark. Though she had learned authority and being able to command (something that as the daughter of a lord, it was drilled into her), she didn't have the cool, collectiveness that this woman had. This was a woman who, at the face of death had come up with a plan and remained calm during it. In a way Abigail was envious. If the roles were reversed she'd have no way to free herself. But then again, someone of her position, the roles would probably never have been reversed. Her brown eyes looked up at Vivienne. She would never be like this woman. Not because she despised her. Oh no. In many ways, Abigail was a bit awed and envious of her. But, no. She'd never be like this woman because her family would never allow it. After a stint like this, she'd probably get sent back to England where she'd marry and live the remainder of her days locked in society's hold. Her eyes glanced down and away. Her arms fell to her side now that the woman had her things back on.

"So what's your plan?" Norrington practically scoffed. "You can't hold her captive forever."

The Weapon (M/F 18+)

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The Weapon (M/F 18+)

Current Status: Open (& Preferred)

Scientists have always been stretching as far as they could go. Most of the time, their work benefited humanity - improving living conditions, life spans, and way of life. But some, push in other ways. Some for the joy of unrestricted research, others for the money, and still others because they were forced.

It was a secret project - unbeknownst to the world. Bordering unethical and even a bit inhuman, it was kept on the down low. Decades of research, billions invested, and many failures but it finally paid off. They had created life - well at least manipulated the current strands of DNA to make a superhuman. The wake of dead bodies and failed subjects were countless but none of it mattered now. It had been done. The ultimate soldier. A trained assassin and spy that would obey their beck and call. Perfect for military use or secret organizations.

The weapon did all that they hoped it would do. Extremely intelligent it flew through the lessons of mathematics, science, history, computers, and anything else assigned to it. In fighting - it become faster and more powerful as it aged. Able to on skilled ex-special forces one on one. With super speed, enhanced senses and incredible reflexes the weapon was turning out as they hoped. Survival - the weapon was able to blend in no matter where it was dropped - the forest, city, ocean and somehow manage to survive and get back to base.

The creators were not stupid. They knew that precautionary steps should be in place in case a fail safe was ever needed. The small implant by the brain stem took care of that. Able to be remotely activated, it would cause a small explosion that would effectively kill the weapon. But only a few really thought it was necessary.

Along with training in education, fighting, and survival - the weapon underwent severe mental conditioning. From even before birth it was fed information and subliminal commands to ensure the utmost obedience.

This RP is where you are someone brought in to work with the Weapon.
Either as a combatant with military experience, a psychologist to keep track of the Weapon's psyche, or physician to keep track of the physical aspects.
You don't know much about the organization and what you know of the weapon is basic information to help you do your job.
However, as time goes on you realize more and more of what the organization's purpose is as well as what intent the weapon is for. The question is, do you continue to go on with it? Sabotage the project? Take the weapon and go rogue? Many possibilities here.

Note: The weapon will be female but I will have other MCs if you are wanting any romance involved. Though we'll see how it goes.

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So thanks for checking out my thread. I'm really only looking for one or maybe two (hopefully long term) RPs

The story setting is really just an idea that we can build off of. Setting can be changed slightly and I'm open to suggestions.

Though I usually look for female partners, I might be willing to try a male.
(though not sure about having romance involved in that instance but we can talk about it - and it would only be M/F).

Rules

- no smut. I don't mind referencing it but when it comes to the deed, fade to black.
- M/F relationships only (if romance is involved)
- Communication: Please don't contact me if you plan on dropping without a word. I understand if something gets boring or you get busy but part of maturity is communicating. If you want to stop, I'm ok with that. I'm also fine with you only being able to post once a week (or longer/less). As long as it's mentioned. If I don't hear from you after a week or so (with no prior warning), I'll assume you just lost interest and aren't willing to provide the courtesy to say so. I'm an adult. I can handle you not wanting to continue. Just please don't make me wonder if I should shelve our story or what.
- Grammar: just write at least cohesively. No text speech.
- Violence/Language: as long as it isn't completely sadistic or overblown gory and every other word isn't an adjective (unless that is a subcharacter's personality) I'm fine with it.
- 18+ (themes might be dark and I'm not even comfortable writing romance with anyone underage.)
- PM only

A bit About Me

I have no issues writing male or female characters (in fact I tend to have both as my MCs). I have multiple MCs (usually), a great cast of secondaries, and NPCs. Expect that here.

I put myself at the "Casual" RP level of writing. I've been writing for a long time (both my own stories and RPs). However, pending the story, how many characters, and if it's dialogue or not - will determine length. I try to give 3+ paragraphs (more if I can - but try not to force it to much) in every post. But then again it will depend on the story.

Grammar is not my favorite. I will work hard to write well but I'm also not going to spend excess time freaking out over adverbs, commas, or misspelled words. The story is what I'm concerned about.

Posting time - I'm usually on every day though that doesn't mean I'll get a post up every day.
I've found I'm usually on multiple times a week but there are times I can go a few days without a reply. Real life is always priority but I do my best to stay on top of things

Please PM me if you are interested.

Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

Abigail glanced at the woman. Vivienne. She didn't understand how she could be a bit glib when her neck was on the line. She looked back at the Commodore. He was unrelenting. He was the type that would not bend the law for no man. If she had more authority she would order him to release the woman but even the daughter of a lord didn't have much authority. The woman couldn't be a pirate. Who ever heard of a female pirate? And even if she was, she wasn't stealing anything right then. They didn't catch her in the act so what if she had changed? Abigail was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. And that was something she probably would have done anyway even if she hadn't been saved.

However, before she could really protest further, she found herself pulled back into the woman, a blade touching her delicate skin. Her heart rate skipped a beat and picked up speed though after the initial shock she was surprisingly calm. Elisabeth wasn't and moved forward but her father stopped her.

"Think carefully about what you're doing." The Commodore narrowed his eyes at Vivienne. "Let her go."

"Why?" Abigail objected almost immediately. "You're going to hang her anyway. What's she got to lose." The looks she received pretty much told her to shut up but she didn't. Not moving her head, she looked back. She couldn't see her rescuer/captor but that was fine. "I'm the daughter of Lord Ashe, niece to Governor Swan. They won't try anything that will endanger me." She looked calmly back at her uncle.

His look confirmed it as well as his exasperation that she even mentioned that but Abigail didn't care. She didn't even begrudge the woman for holding a knife to her. The woman wanted to live. Abigail would probably do the same - assuming she had the skill or was in a situation like this. She knew she would get a strict lecturing from her uncle and undoubtedly the Commodore as well after this was said and done but she didn't mind. Though she was a bit surprised to see that Elisabeth was a bit frustrated with her as well. Abigail knew it was because her cousin loved her and wanted her safe but Abigail also didn't think the woman would just slit her throat. No murderer would dive into the water to save someone they didn't know. It didn't make sense to her.

Many would probably call her naive, with some more bold ones calling her outright stupid. And in some ways they might be right. Abigail stayed completely still letting her captor dictate what the next steps were.

Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

Many would probably have blushed to find themselves in their underdress in front of mixed company. But it didn't cross Abigail's mind. She was still modest and honestly, the only thing that she even noticed about her current attire was that it was soaking wet. Thankfully the waters of the Caribbean were warm. That and the sun bearing down made any cause for chill naught. Still, her mother would have blushed and would have undoubtedly demanded a coat or something right away to hide her daughter's 'immodesty'.

Abigail sat up, using her arms to brace her. She turned, her eyes widening just slightly as she realized her rescuer had seen the gold coin. "N...nothing." She stammered. "It's nothing." she looked away. Her eyes took in the cut corset. Thank you. She thought glad that she was not wearing it. The stupid thing not only weighed a lot but it really constricted breathing, and as it was she was still trying to regulate her breathing back.

Her gaze turned back to the woman to get a better look but by that time they already had company.

"Abigail." Elisabeth was there, practically pulling her up. There was immense concern in her eyes.

Abigail gave a weak smile. "Hey."

The Governor and Commodore Norrington were close behind her, the latter due to his intended bride. Several soldiers ran up as well and they formed up. "For Pete's sake, someone give me a coat or something." The Governor said being a lot like Abigail's mother. He draped it over her so as to cover her. His gaze turned to Vivienne who the Commodore was already eyeing distastefully.

"Who are you?" Norrington asked.

The two red coats brought forth Vivienne's weapons. "She 'ad these on, Sir." One said. "Said she was going to steal a ship."

"No." Abigail pushed her way forward. "She rescued my life. She wouldn't steal a boat." Innocence and naivety. 18 was such a young age.

Coomedere Norrington raised an eyebrow and then smiled at Vivienne. He bowed slightly and took her hand as if to kiss it only to push back the sleeve. "Pirate." He declared smirking as the brand of the East India Company became visible. "Guards take this woman to the jail. She'll hang come morning."

"No!" Abigail pulled away from Elisabeth and put herself in front of the woman who one of the soldiers had just started to cuff. "She saved my life. You...You can't just kill her"

Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

Abigail hit the water hard. The landing disoriented her for a moment, turning her completely around and bringing some confusion. She held her breath, though her lungs burned. She really hadn't had time to draw in air. She tried fighting, swimming, anything but she didn't even know which way was up and her skirts dragged her further down. The salt water stung her eyes but she ignored it, trying to keep the open. She fumbled her stupid corset, hoping to release it, maybe give her a little less weight. The gold coin that she had found on the beach so long ago, hanging from a chain floated out from her bodice though didn't go far as the chain held it into place. Not that she noticed. She had more important things to worry about.

Bubbles escaped through her nose and panic started to set in. She was going to die. All those years of swimming and she'd die from drowning. The irony. Even as her vision started to blur, her lungs burning - needing oxygen, she couldn't help but wonder what her family would think. Her mother would undoubtedly take her mourning out in anger. Feeling she'd failed. Her father, he would mourn too but in a silent way. Her last thoughts were that Elisabeth would take it the hardest. Though they didn't see each other often, they were very close. "I'm sorry." She thought as her eyes started to close.

Suddenly she felt something or someone jerk her. She barely was conscious but she could barely make out a female form beside her. Was it an angel taking her to heaven? Her eyes closed. It seemed like eternity but it was only a matter of seconds before she felt a weight from around her waist and breasts release, making her breath easier. She coughed up water and blinked trying to find a point of reference. A woman's face was above hers, almost on top of her.

Startled, she gave a slight cry and nearly backed up slightly before she gave into another coughing fit. She most have inhaled water as she now tried to cough it all out. Her lungs and throat burned. She lifted herself up on one arm, turning slightly to clear her airway. The gold pirate coin hung from her neck. It was interesting design. A grinning skull stared out, almost laughing. It hung from the black cord in view of all.

It took her a second to catch her breath. She looked up at her rescuer, now a bit more coherent. The woman was not like anyone from around here. Her attire, soaked like Abigail's suggested more of a saloon girl or lady of the night. Not that Abigail knew much about either. Her parents would be mortified to know that she even knew enough to recognize the attire. Her mother would undoubtedly freak out and for a brief moment Abigail wondered which her mother would have though worse - her drowning or her being rescued by someone from lower society. Not that Abigail cared. She was just grateful to be alive. She reached forward and hugged the woman. "Thank you," she said, immensely grateful.

She pulled back finding that they weren't alone but that two redcoats were there as well and a bunch of people were running down toward them. Apparently her fall into the sea had not gone unnoticed. She quickly tucked the pirate piece back into her dress, thankful that despite the wetness of her outfit, that there was enough folds for the jewelry to go unnoticed. It wasn't something she really wanted to have to explain. Only Elisabeth knew about it.

Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

The beach wasn't the best spot to see the harbor. It was too flat. Frowning for a second, she brightened as she got the great idea of climbing up the cliff facing to get a better view. It would be further away but provide a nice, more aerial shot of the harbor and the ocean. Besides, with the wind in her hair, the sun in her face - it would feel great.

Climbing up, barefoot, wasn't the best idea. She regretted it slightly wondering if she should go back and find her shoes but she dismissed the idea. It wouldn't hurt her too much and the shoes were a bit uncomfortable anyway. But they were the latest fashion craze going on in London - not that she cared. But her mother did, so... Either way, she'd rather deal with the rock than putting those shoes back on. How did they expect anyone to walk in those things? Fashion made no sense to Abigail. Oh she liked pretty things - a beautiful dress or whatnot - but she was also a bit practical. Not being able to breathe? That was cumbersome. Shoes that pinched her feet? Not worth it. Even as it was, her current attire was not the best for climbing. The corset was a bit tight making her breathing a bit harder but she pushed on. The skirts were also a tad annoying but there was nothing she could do there either.

Reaching the top she looked out at the city of Port Royal and the harbor. Her sharp eyes picked up movement on the embankments as British soldiers lined up. She frowned and looked closer than, heart jumping a beat, she remembered. The promotion ceremony. She was supposed to be down there. The daughter of a Lord and niece of the governor, it would not do well for her to miss it.

"You always forget the most important details, Abigail." Her mother's frustrated voice sounded in her mind.

It wasn't that she was a space case - no far from it. Her memory was superb and she could remember things that most wouldn't. It was just that certain...unimportant - at least to her - details didn't stick. She hadn't been real pleased with having to go to the promotion ceremony - an undoubtedly tedious and boring event to begin with. Not to mention she'd have to smile, give some lady like charm, which she was good at, and pretend to be happy for someone she really didn't know outside of a passing acquaintance. She could do all of that, very well when needed, she just wasn't a fan.

She glanced down at her attire. A bit dirty from her climb and not the best thing to show up to a ceremony in. The thought briefly came to her that it might just be better to skip it altogether. She had just gotten up here and by time she got down there to the ceremony she'd be late anyway. And that was assuming she went straight there without finding her shoes - something she would have to do first otherwise cause a scandal. Either way, she was dead. Her uncle would lecture her to no end. Thankfully, Elisabeth wouldn't - in fact, a smile crept on Abigail's face. Her cousin would probably be envious.

Deciding she better at least attempt trying to get there before ending, Abigail turned. Something caught her eye. It wasn't in the harbor. It was out a bit, away from the site of the fort and prying eyes. She took a step closer to the edge. Was it a ship? She leaned slightly to look. She lost her footing and next thing she knew she was hurtling toward the water below. A started cry escaped her but not a real scream. She had enough wit to put her arms in front of her, knowing if she was going to hit the water, the tips of her hands might be able to cut through it a bit, thus lessening the impact. She hit the bay and went straight in.

Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

"Always one more." Will replied a bit seriously. He kept his emotions in check. He loved her - or so he thought. He had had a crush on her since he was young - not when they first met but some time after. Then from that he believed it turned to love. But him and her will never work. She the daughter of a governor and he was but a lowly blacksmith's assistant.

Seeing the Governor come back he nodded once more and took his payment. He nodded to both. "Governor. Miss Swan." He turned and left. He headed back to the shop for a bit more work to do. What he'd like to do is follow Elisabeth but he didn't. One that was just stalking. And two, why torture himself more? Besides, he had work to do. A cannon had needed repairing and he was looking forward to the challenge of it.

The morning air was crisp as he walked. There were several others about as well and he smiled. Port Royal was a fairly descent sized settlement but he knew most of the people and they him. Some of them even knew, and respected, that he really did the work at the blacksmiths shop. He didn't have a lot of friends here, none really - other than Elisabeth and even now he had to be more formal with her. But that said, he did have a lot of acquaintances.

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Abigail soon found herself looking out over the harbor. There were a good three or four ships in the bay, including the HMS Dauntless and HMS Interceptor. Both ships were powerful. The Dauntless was a hundred gun ship of the line. Fast and agile it was the pride of the fleet. The Interceptor was only a brig with 16 side cannon and two swivel deck cannon. It was said to be the fastest ship in the fleet. Both lay anchored in what, Abigail thought, was a lovely sight.

How she'd love to sail on one of them. The ship she had arrived on - and was just leaving - was not really a warship. Oh it had guns. You had to with pirates but it just wasn't the same. Her luck was she'd never get on one of the worships. But then again.... she was the niece of the Governor. Maybe she could use that to her advantage to get on board. She smiled mischievously and wondered if she could convince her cousin to come along. She had no doubt Elisabeth would go along with it. The cousins both had that curious streak in them.

Pirate X-Over: The Mysteries Of 'Black' { Ninja & Angel }

Will took the sword and put it back away. He forced a smile and nodded. "Yes Sir, I'll pass the word on." Right. Like that would ever happen. The man barely stayed sober, instead relying on Will to do everything - including picking him up additional alcohol, food, and the like. Will even picked up the payments. If he wasn't so honest, and the fact that you really couldn't go too far on an island, Will could have robbed the man blind years ago. But he didn't. Besides, it wasn't worth it. He learned what he could and would stay here as long as Elisabeth stayed here.

Glancing up as the woman he was just thinking about came into view, he steeled his emotions so as not to betray his feelings. She on the other hand, lighted up upon seeing him. He smiled slightly as she greeted him. Her father excused himself to go get the payment but not before giving Will a slight look reminding him his place. Will gave a slight nod in understanding, despite his disagreement with it. He turned and smiled at Elizabeth. "Ms. Swan." He bowed slightly.

Clearly that didn't make her happy at all but he wasn't going to call her Elisabeth. He couldn't. Not only because the Governor disproved but because he was afraid that if he did, his feelings for her would show. He slightly took in her dress. She was lovely. So lovely. He pushed the thoughts from his mind. No. He couldn't have her and therefore didn't dare let those thoughts continue.

He hated classes. He and Elisabeth could never be because of it. Not that she would ever see him more than a friend. A good friend but a friend nonetheless. And that alone, above all else, made this even more difficult.