Black Ninja

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

Abigail straightened and looked at the woman. She didn't know how much she could trust her but at the same time, she needed her her help. Low would be back for her and on her own she had no chance. Better to place herself in the hands of strangers and pray that they would help than to have no shot at all. And she had a feeling any lies she might say would be detected and she might be tossed out or worse...

"I am Abigail Ashe. Daughter of Lord Ashe, governor of the Carolinas. Captain Low kidnapped me from Port Royal during his attack upon it. I request sanctuary and aid until I can get word to my father. You will be well compensated." Though dirty, clothes a bit torn, hair in slight disarray there was no mistaking that she was the daughter of a lord. Her bearing, carriage, and voice rang with the evidence. Gone was the slightly frightened girl - or at at least hidden - as Abigail pulled on her experience in dealing with others. She wasn't haughty but at the same time, there was no doubt she knew who she was.

Charles leaned against the doorframe. There didn't seem to be any surprise when he heard who the girl was. He might not have known she was that high up but upon further scrutiny, he could see she was a lady. Also, he wasn't surprised. Ned Low was a bit reckless and attacking Port Royal - especially with the Dauntless and Interprid in these parts was foolhardy. Something he himself might have done, assuming he had enough planning ahead of time.

He eyed the girl, his eyes then drifting over to Miss Guthrie. There could be profit here. The girl would need someone to safeguard her what with Low around. And her father would pay handsomely for her. He waited patiently.

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

Trying to break free, Abigail found herself brought into the main room of the tavern. All resistance ceased as she saw the scene before her. She gasped slightly, hand going to her mouth. She paled feeling sick as she saw the man who had been kind to her laying dead, the insane pirate captain there. She was doomed. Dead possibly.

The room was silent as the hostess made her demands. Charles Vane stayed where he was, his face impassive as he watched the exchange. Though, anyone who knew him well knew that his mind was working. He had already seized up who was in here that belonged with Ned, who would back Eleanor. Despite her trembling, he knew she was fine. Ned might be foolish but if he tried anything, he was more insane than Charles gave him credit for. Most people here would turn against him and he wouldn't make it out of the tavern alive. Eleanor was the person in charge on this island. No one crossed her if they wanted to come back.

Meeting Ned's gaze, Charles didn't say anything or show indication one way or the other on this. He just watched. The tension increased. Everyone watched, waited to see what the man would do. Thankfully, he spoke. The words he said gave an indication that he wasn't going to comply. That made a few people stiffen.

Abigail stared terrified as the captain looked directly at her. His words carried a promise and threat. She wasn't safe. He would get her and there was nothing she could do about it. She stayed tense even as he left the room. She barely heard the command given to the man holding her and only snapped to when she realized he took her forward to the woman's office.

Charles watched Ned leave, the tension easing down a bit. Well this would be interesting. He'd be back no doubt. He made a slight motion with his finger as he picked up his drink again. His first mate came over. Whispering something, Charles turned and headed back toward Eleanor's office. They still had business to complete. However, as he entered, he was content to stand in the back and wait while she dealt with this young girl.

Abigail stared at the woman who stood toe to toe with Low. Finally released from the vice grip, she rubbed her wrist as the man explained he had found her in the back wondering around.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

Fredericks was not pleased. The very fact the captain seemed to listen to the girl just because she was 'right' on one thing was infuriating. Of course, she was a bit right. What he had been having her work on were fine and irrelevant. However, he was annoyed having a girl as an assistant, and one that had got him already in trouble, that he was going to make her time here wasted so hopefully they'd get rid of her again. Besides, she was supposed to obey without question. It didn't matter what he had her do. He could have been wanting to make sure every part worked - you don't want to go up again in case one didn't. Not that that was his intent.

He looked at the captain wondering how he should reply. The man couldn't do it without him, despite his stubbornness. Fredericks was the mechanic. He knew how to fix it. And if the guy wanted to leave anytime soon, he would have to keep Fredericks on at least until it was fixed - finding another mechanic would be difficult and there was no way the girl would know what to do. She might have gotten lucky but she was an idiot when it came to fixing.

Yet, there was something there. If he pushed it, he knew he would be gone. The question though, was did he risk it and have the captain come back begging for his help later or did he just go back in and fix what he can? Common sense recommended the latter but a bit of pride pushed the former. He pushed his cap up and looked at the captain. "I just might," he warned. "I did rescue help, and I appreciate it - but she'll be more of a hindrance. I can't work with her. Not all help is good help." He said firmly.

The Orb of Mysticism - 1x1 RP between May and Black Ninja

It was apparent that the day was not going well, from the Captain's point of view. Roger didn't blame him. As a captain you expected your ship to be ready to go - especially if you had paying customers placing their expectations in you. Not to mention, Roger was familiar enough with Will. This was not something he liked in general - or at least that's what he had picked up. He glanced toward the entrance as the mechanic came out followed by the girl they had seen the other day.

"Captain, this...this girl is wasting my time. Being inefficient and completely disrespectful." It was evident the man was furious. His face was purple with rage. His words clipped. If it wasn't for the fact that there were ladies here, he would have probably used fouler language. "She is a complete imbecile who has no concept of listening to those with experience or even working with a ship. I can't work with her here. She's getting in my way and making the repairs longer than needed."

"Well, if you didn't have me take apart every piece of equipment, it wouldn't take as long," Estella snapped. She visibly calmed herself, taking a deep breath, closing her eyes just a brief second. As much as she wanted to tear into this schmuck, anger and accusations would not help at this time. As it was, she was the assistant and probably had less say - though, seeing Rebeka there, Estella she had at least one person who would actually listen to her. Not that the captain wouldn't. He seemed reasonable. But at the same time, he also didn't seem like the type to put up with accusations and fighting.

A bit calmer, she looked at the man. "With all due respect, the chief mechanic is having me take apart major sections of the engine. Areas that don't seem to be affected. Out of the six tasks assigned this morning, five of them, were perfectly fine - as discovered as I took them apart. I'm not an expert but they also don't seem to correspond with a problem to warrant taking them apart."

"That's right, you're not an expert! You're a ..." The man bit off his sentence and gave her a look that practically telegraphed what he was thinking.

Roger took Bea's arm. The hostility in the air was very evident. It was internal matter but they were stuck there as observers. Though he could have interjected and stated they would leave, he didn't want to interrupt.

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

Abigail made her way toward the door wondering where she was and if she could hide. She didn't know the town that well but the fact that pirates were here made her know that there wouldn't be local redcoats to aid her. She was on her own. Hopefully, if she hid out long enough they would leave though she knew that a fool's wishes. No doubt, once they knew she was gone they'd tear the place apart to find her. She had no allies, no hope of being saved and had a crazy captain after her - one who was a prime example of pure evil.

Her hand on the latch, Abigail jumped as a gunshot sounded. Heart pounding, she quickly backed away. Whatever this place was, she didn't really want to stick around. Turning, she ran right into a man. She hadn't heard him come in. What she didn't know was that he was one of the workers in the tavern. He caught hold of her wrist.

"What you be doin' back here?" He demanded.

Abigail bit her lip. She couldn't break free. His hand practically encircled her wrist and though he wasn't bruising it, she couldn't pull it out. "I...I got lost."

The man didn't believe her. "Uh hmm. Will see what the Mistress says. Ms. Guthrie will be a curious as to what you doin' in her kitchen and how you got 'lost'."

He led her toward the door.

The tavern was in a ruckus but the appearance of the two quickly quieted everyone down. The proprietor of the tavern was not one to shy away. A strong will and the fire to take on almost anyone or anything, Ms. Eleanor Guthrie was not one to trifle with. Of course, it didn't help that one of the most feared captains of the seven seas was there beside her. Charles Vane. Captain of the The Ranger. Soft spoken and in some ways seems a bit soft but ruthless in his own right. He feared no man or woman for that matter. He did what he pleased never backed down from a fight. His long hair was a bit disorderly, a necklace around his neck, and probably a few days old stubble that gave a partial beard and mustache.

His look of transparent disbelief was not so much for the fact of a fight - those happened, though not too frequent. Eleanor didn't really put up with it in her tavern. No, his belief was tied more to how far it had gone. The dead man on the ground, his life essence leaving him was enough to bring disbelief. Who would be foolish enough to kill someone else here in the tavern? Eleanor would have their head. Then he saw the perpetrator. Edward Low. That made more sense. It was a bit surprising to see the infamous captain in these parts. They were not on friendly terms though the time or two before that they'd met it hadn't gotten out of proportion.

Vane moved slightly to the side, his tankard shifting to his left hand. If there was trouble he would be ready but he knew Eleanor would handle this. Most of the people in here were loyal in some way or other to her - at least in the fact that they might not want to get thrown out.

Mahz's Dev Journal

@Mahz More of a minor inquiry but any possibility we could go to someone profile and see what they're viewing (thread, homepage, PMing or something)? The Who's Online page used to do this on the old site and while I love seeing who is viewing a thread, I'd love to see it taken a step further if possible. It's not a big priority by any means but I thought I'd mention it anyway.

@Genkai I think it'd be a nice feature. Maybe I could start with something simple like showing your last viewed page (if ghost-mode permits).

@Mahz

@Mahz You mentioned if ghost-mode permits.
Does that mean that ghost mode makes this void - if not, will you be tweaking it so we have the option that others can't see what we're doing? If not that's fine, I just like my privacy. But I can make do either way.

Thanks

World of Imagination - 1x1 RP ideas (18+) [Currently Closed]

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Added a couple fantasy (including a real cool Island/Mainland plot) since initial posting :)

World of Imagination - 1x1 RP ideas (18+) [Currently Closed]

Current Status: Closed at the moment.

No doubt you're probably bored, going through multiple 1x1 threads looking for some new and exciting story to create.
Hopefully, you'll see something here that you might like but if not, I wish you the best as you continue to scroll :)

About Me

• I'm 27, Male
• I work full time and will not reply every day (though I might check in to read/re-read posts, plan replies, etc.) In fact, my replies could be more to a couple times per week (pending the week).
• I like to write on the side (usually YA fantasy, some Sci-Fi, and occasional short story)
• I don't mind OOC chatter, however, I usually leave it up to you. You like to chat, huzzah! If not, I won't press you.

Writing Style

• I'm high-casual to low advanced (pending story, number of characters, how tired I am, and where exactly we're at.) That said, you won't ever receive a one-liner from me in a story. I try to keep at least 2-3 paragraphs minimum (again pending - don't put me in a box :) )
• I'm not a Grammar Nazi. I love writing but don't really care as much for the technical "English" side of things. That said, I do have a fairly decent understanding of the English language and know how to write. However, typos, occasional wrong word usage, and such might occur.
• Pending the story, I have no problems introducing NPCs and secondary characters. In fact, it will probably happen. I can double the story.
• I can write either gender and various age groups. Therefore, I don't care if my partner is male or female.
• Romance: I don't mind it provided it fits. I don't like to force it if there isn't something there. That said, if we planned a character to be romantically involved at the beginning, that will work. But it has to fit the story
• I prefer doing the story via PM.

Rules

• No smut (fade to black)
• M/F romance relationships only
• Romance-wise: Anything adult related (even if fade to black), the character has to be at least 18

Now that we have that out of the way: Plots.
These are ideas that can be expounded on. Like the concept but not necessarily the full thing - we can talk.
***** Most favorite at the second
Already have - thanks

Wild West Mail Order Bride*****

Wanted:
Widower with children looking for a woman willing to come out to the Arizona Territory and consider marriage. Owns a ranch outside Bucktown and has two children - 12 and 5. Travel expenses as well as room and board for two weeks paid. No commitment - if you don't like the region or man a ticket home wil be provided.
Please submit telegram to Davlin Landry - Bucktown, Arizona Territory.

Basically, this setting can be Old West or an AU Old West.
How much we want to stick to the historical accuracy can be determined (we could always make it some steampunk Old West setup - not futuristic though).

I'm open to playing either the widower or the woman.
The number of children can be discussed as well (though I have a character concept for the eldest - 12 years old).

This can be a combination of things (not just mail order). We can have a bit of mystery (bank robbers, lawman and outlaws and such). Or it can be more a story about a woman coming out west, winning the trust of a town and child and making a new home.

Widower***

This plot is very open. Modern, slightly historical.
(Not really wanting Sci-fi or fantasy oriented on this one).

Basically, the interaction will between Father/Daughter duo and your MC.
How they meet, why they meet, and what entails is up to you.
This can be romance, just friends, or whatnot.
It can be your MC is teacher, governess or whatnot.
Maybe even a single mother with her own kid.

This concept would be more for us to brainstorm a story together and see where we want to go.

Mantoca (Detective)**

The flashing of blue and red illuminate the night. A crowd of onlookers are off to the side as the officer waves you through. You get out of your vehicle and walk over to the sergeant. "What do we have?".

He nods toward the alley. "Thinking brawl fight that ended badly. Couple witnesses say him and some other guy were arguing over something and started fighting. Bouncer tossed them out. Apparently, they kept at it." He shook his head. "Well, at least it's an easy open and shut case."

"Not as easy as you might think." You hunch down beside the dead body and look him over. He did look like he was in a fight. Bruising on his face. His knuckles raw and bleeding. Dried blood. But nothing too serious. You examine the body for knife wounds but don't see any. You do notice however some bruising at the throat. You narrow your eyes and use your penlight to examine it better. "Medical examiner on his way?"

The officer laughs. "Right. I don't know where you're from but this is pretty low on the totem pole. He'll get it when he gets to it. We'll bag and tag and they'll probably go over it at the lab."

You shake your head but save your breath. You knew that this was low on the priority list. Why else would they have assigned it to you? It irked you that they considered you a newbie even though you had experience as a detective before. You push it aside. You had a job to do and you will do it, no matter what resources they give you. You rise.

"Alright, show me the witnesses."

Regular Mantoca *
Welcome Detective to Mantoca, population 689,210.
Home to mafia family Cocina, Mantoca is a cesspool of violence.
Recently hired by the MPD as a homicide detective, you start your way up the chain working small cases to hopefully arrest the elusive Mr. Cocina himself - assuming you don't get fired and/or killed.
The choices that you make will determine what cases you do and what allies - and enemies - you have.
So are you ready for an adventure?

ALTERNATIVE:** Setting in Hawaii (similar to Hawaii 5-0.). You're are brought on to a special task force that solves crimes (or does protection duty and whatever else the governor wants).

Honua o ke ola (AU)**

The world of Honua had only one massive continent on the what was the most northern end of the map. Beyond that was the frozen tundra that who traveled survived. To the east, west, and south of the mainland was the ocean for as far out as travelers could.

It was said long ago that the people of Honua were brought into this world by the Mana Ikaika - beings of immense power and wisdom. The land was initially infested with monsters - dragons, dire wolves and creatures beyond imagination. Using their powers, the Mana Ikaika cleared the mainland and the oceans around it, settling the humans on the now free vast mainland. Over the course of the first age, the Mana Ikaika roamed amongst them bringing justice, wisdom, and gifts for mankind. Some of the most worthy they bestowed the gift of magic - small really in comparison but a gift nonetheless.

But true to their nature, mankind grew greedy. They wanted more. Expected more. Turning what was given to them, they tried to force the Mana Ikaika to give them more. A bit regretful for what had come about, the Mana Ikaika withdrew from the continent, returning to their home island of Aina o Ka Nani. Located somewhere in the great vast ocean, location unknown to all others. Thus ending the First Age.

As time went, mankind continued trying to search for Aina o Ka Nani. It was said that the source of power could be found there and that whoever touched it would become like the Mana Ikaika.

As centuries turned into millennia, many started to doubt they even existed. As the Second Age ended, mankind splintered a bit. Some of the explorers never returned back to the mainland, instead settling on the many islands that dotted the vast expanse of Honua. These become the ancestors of the Islanders.

By the time the Fourth Age arrived, there were two distinct groups: the mainlanders - the majority of the population and the Islanders. The mainlanders were split into about half a dozen or so different kingdoms with knights, castles, fortresses, and very few wizards. The Wizards were descendants of those initially touched by the Mana Ikaika. Though their power was limited to a little bit of healing, fire bolts, and very minor magic, they were still a source of power.

The Islanders had fewer population split over a hundred islands some close to the mainland, others far out in the expense. Descendants of the original explorers, they too had the urge to continue exploring the vastness of the world. Similar to the mainlanders, there were a few with magic - very minor. Most of these had become chieftains of their own islands using what little they had to help either guide or control their own village.

Then, something dark happened. Little things at first. Rumors really. Ships lost at sea. Islands razed to blackened husks. Even on the mainland, incidents occurred. More and more strange creatures - monsters really - started to come from the northern tundra, once again returning to that which they lost. Initially one here or there - nothing too major but soon their numbers started to increase. With short memories, mankind did not remember who they were but some remembered who the Mana Ikaina were. They knew that if they could find Aina o Ka Nani they could ask for help - OR take the power for themselves and drive off the monsters.

Thus early in the Fifth Age, brave men and women from the continent and even some of the islands - some unaware of their counterparts, once again determined to search the vastness of ocean for Aina o Ka Nani. Some for power, some to seek aid. And some...well, for their own agendas.
Basically, your character(s) can be someone from the Islanders or the Mainland. Magic or no (remember magic is very rare and can only do so much).

I already have a character planned as my 2nd MC that will be helpful to the plot. But pending who your character is and what how we decide to go with it - will depend on my other MC.

I'm really only looking for maybe one to two more potential partners.
Again - my replies are not every day. Please send me a PM if you are interested.

Thanks for stopping by.

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

Abigail frowned slightly as the man left. It left her a bit to think on. She was a bit confused. She had always imagined pirates to be something more exotic, something that was a bit fun or adventurous. She had been so naive. Someone like Vivienne seemed nice and kind - yet dangerous. There was something about her that Abigail had envied: a strength, a passion, the ability to be whoever she wanted and not just some daughter of an English lord, who's future was planned out since she had been a little girl.

Abigail shifted and started to eat. The food wasn't bad. No, they were treating their prison well - at least for now. Then you had this man. He was nice as well. Kind almost. But it sounded like he just struck a raw deal. Bad captain, after bad captain - and now he worked for a man who was heartless and cold - the devil, as he had put it. Was most piracy like that? Some decent people stuck trying to make the best of a bad deal? Trying to survive, hoping that those they served under wouldn't kill them or misuse them?

Her heart went out a bit to the quartermaster. He seemed so...normal, yet stuck. She wished she could do something for him. The irony brought a small grimace of a smile. Her, do something for him? She couldn't even take care of herself. In all honesty, she was so naive - so....useless.

Her mind went back to Vivienne. The woman had managed to escape a squad of British soldiers, managed to make it through town - sure, she got captured but she had managed. And even now, Abigail doubted the woman was dead. No doubt, they would have probably executed her already - especially if they were furious about what had happened. But for some reason she didn't think the woman was dead. Now there was someone she wished she could be similar too. Someone who was brave and had the skills and know-how to know what to do.

Setting her plate aside, Abagail sighed. That wasn't her. Moving her skirt aside, she glanced at her ankle. Her brow furrowed slightly as she examined the chain again. There had to be something she could do. Her hand went to her head as she sat there thinking. Pausing, she frowned as she felt something. Fingering it, she pulled that helped keep some of her hair up. She looked at it and then the lock. A smile went across her face. Maybe she could pick the lock. She had no idea how, but how hard could it be?

Putting her hose and shoe back on - in case anyone came back, she started to work on the lock even as the night grew later outside. It was agonizing work. Whoever thought lock picking could be so...difficult. Many a time she stopped and pretended to sleep when she heard footsteps fairly close. It was probably near midnight when she heard the click. Glancing down, she grinned as she saw the lock open. Undoing the chain, she quickly re-inserted the pin in her hair and moved toward the tent entrance. No one guarded it - as she had been chained. Slipping out, she made her way through the camp, heart beating a bit fast as she stuck to the shadows.

Reaching the edge, she dashed into the small grove and then made her way toward the village. She had to be careful. Undoubtedly, the pirates were in there but maybe she could hide. Sneaking behind the buildings she tried a couple doors - one was unlocked. Entering quietly, she found herself in a back kitchen area. Tavern? She wasn't sure. She'd never been in the back but it didn't seem like one. It was a combination of dining area as well. Maybe something seperate for the staff?

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

Abigail straightened slightly as the tent flap opened. It was the quartermaster. He was alone and with some food. Abigail really didn't know much about him but he seemed a bit...nicer than the rest of the crew. Almost sorry that she was here. "Thank you." Her voice was soft as she took the plate. At least they were going to feed her. That was nice.

She glanced up at the man. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" He didn't seem like the type who would bite or get mad. In fact, he seemed a bit reasonable. When he was agreeable, she spoke again. "Why are you here? You...you don't seem like a pirate - or one that would sail under his flag."

She had learned a lot about pirates in the past several days. First that woman - Vivienne. And now Low. She had always thought pirates and piracy to be grand but now she wasn't so certain. A man like Low made her sick to her stomach. She wondered if Vivienne was like that. Did she kill people just for the sake of it, no thoughts afterward? No. She couldn't. Abigail had seen her eyes, heard her - the woman had seemed...different. Pirate nonetheless, but not like Low.

"You seem, kinder than the others. Almost like you regret holding me. So why sail under a man as heartless and cruel as your Captain?"