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Sorry for lack of activity, but I'm still in this. Just been a tad busy lately.
I'll see what I can do about a post sometime over the weekend.
I'll see what I can do about a post sometime over the weekend.
Hey, is Pyro still with us? Just wondering, 'cause Pyro hasn't posted in the IC or the OOC for a while.
Krista laughed at Dimitri's comment. "I'd like to good sir, but alas, if only she stopped moving for two seconds. Perhaps some rope..." she adopted a faux-philosophical expression. Out of all the people on the ship, she was most fond of their good ol' explosives expert. Not that she wasn't 'fond' if everyone else, just... less so. Trying to stay amiable in the presence of Alice's and Leon's monumental douchebaggery was a feat within itself, so it was nice to have someone who actually went along with her style. When he asked someone for explosives assistance, Krista was pretty much the first to slowly back away -- which was quickly thwarted by Jack. She gave a quick mental sigh, but was careful to not actually show it. She knelt down to the explosives bag, lifting it up but taking care to not make any sudden movements or, god forbid, drop the damn thing.
"Yee of little faith. 'Touch anything'? What do you think I am? Mad?" She started to follow after Sparky and Sunshine to the depths of the ship, only to turn her neck around for one last comment. "Don't answer that."
Whistling to herself, she descended down the hatch with one hand, firmly gripping the bag with her other. What started to make her nervous was the fact that the ship's stunning example of control and level-headedness was about to unleash kung-fu moves on her favourite scowling bomb maker. Now, she knew Dimitri could handle himself pretty well -- but, well, face it, Alice was an unstable psychopath who Krista would only dare joke around when other people were there to stop Sunshine from following whatever murderous impulse ran through her head. Meaning, of course, that the psycho would have zero inhibitions about allowing things get a bit too far.
Shimmying around the two and heading for Dimitri's workshop, she quickly admired the man's disturbing array of toys before trying to find somewhere to actually place the damn thing. The room was full of crap. She opted for just carefully placing it on the ground -- Dimitri would find a suitable place for them. She moved back out to where inevitable carnage would ensue, and stood in the middle of a protruding doorway. She would make sure it that it wouldn't go too far, planning to call for someone to haul them off each other if it did.
The best case scenario was that Sunshine took an unlucky bash to the head along the side of the hull and died. That brought a tiny, understated smile to her face.
Not that she would ever vocalize that thought.
"Yee of little faith. 'Touch anything'? What do you think I am? Mad?" She started to follow after Sparky and Sunshine to the depths of the ship, only to turn her neck around for one last comment. "Don't answer that."
Whistling to herself, she descended down the hatch with one hand, firmly gripping the bag with her other. What started to make her nervous was the fact that the ship's stunning example of control and level-headedness was about to unleash kung-fu moves on her favourite scowling bomb maker. Now, she knew Dimitri could handle himself pretty well -- but, well, face it, Alice was an unstable psychopath who Krista would only dare joke around when other people were there to stop Sunshine from following whatever murderous impulse ran through her head. Meaning, of course, that the psycho would have zero inhibitions about allowing things get a bit too far.
Shimmying around the two and heading for Dimitri's workshop, she quickly admired the man's disturbing array of toys before trying to find somewhere to actually place the damn thing. The room was full of crap. She opted for just carefully placing it on the ground -- Dimitri would find a suitable place for them. She moved back out to where inevitable carnage would ensue, and stood in the middle of a protruding doorway. She would make sure it that it wouldn't go too far, planning to call for someone to haul them off each other if it did.
The best case scenario was that Sunshine took an unlucky bash to the head along the side of the hull and died. That brought a tiny, understated smile to her face.
Not that she would ever vocalize that thought.
All crew spots are taken. You can still make a character for an assassin, gang leader or gangster.
Welp, I guess I'll be posting soon, now that explosives duty has been set.
Welp, I guess I'll be posting soon, now that explosives duty has been set.
Guys. Guuuuuys.
Preeettyyy suuure someone else can handle explosives duty.
Preeettyyy suuure someone else can handle explosives duty.
That sucks, Liri. Damn real life gettin' in the way, man.
I shall use this time to research bartending.
I shall get a bartending degree. Only then, will my posts be authentic enough.
I shall use this time to research bartending.
I shall get a bartending degree. Only then, will my posts be authentic enough.
It'd be pretty sweet to get a map, although, honestly, it's not like it needs to be particularly well-drawn. Just as long as it gets the lay-out of the town right.
Also. Heeey, WoooollffsssRoooooseee? Whyyyy are you so inactive in the OOC?
D-do you not like us?! *sobs uncontrollably*
Also. Heeey, WoooollffsssRoooooseee? Whyyyy are you so inactive in the OOC?
D-do you not like us?! *sobs uncontrollably*
Posted too. Let us move onwards to what will undoubtedly be a complex analysis and deconstruction of the political situation surrounding a rebelling country and its totalitarian governmental regime!
Or just deliver the weapons, get drunk at the bar, and ignore its existence.
Or just deliver the weapons, get drunk at the bar, and ignore its existence.
Krista gave one last laugh as Jack announced the retreat of their enemies. Apparently, one boat was enough to repel them. It didn't exactly spell well for the future of their military might, but that was always a good thing for them. She got back up to her feet, taking deeper breaths to try and calm down the adrenaline though her system, and walked over to where Jack sat, and patted his shoulder as gesture of friendly appreciation. "Lovely work, master sailor. Expensive or not, it appears I owe you a drink -- ahh, the trouble I must go through for the people who keep me alive," she said in a good-hearted gibe, and turned just as Leon climbed down the hatch from up-top.
She raised an eyebrow at his first comment on how 'she' was. Leon was hardly one to give concern about another person's well-being, and she was quite blatantly alive and unhurt--
"Th'ah Lagoon, th'aht is!"
She suppressed a wry smile at the fool who had probably been waiting to use that joke for years. Pretending to confounded by the man's astounding wit and humour by keeping a quizzical expression on her face. She then purposefully made her face light up, as if realization struck her. "Oh, I get it!" she turned her head to Jack, a tone strongly resembling someone speaking about a child. "It's kinda like humour, but completely different." She faked a humouring laugh, and turned to the hatch. "But nice try, Leo. You'll make someone laugh one day. Maybe."
She climbed up the hatch, and looked out on the rest of her crewmates. "We all alive?" she said rhetorically, looking over everyone. Miraculously, she didn't think anyone was actually hurt. That was amazing. How the hell was no-one hurt? She laughed at Alice's antics and Dimitri holding on for dear life, until she saw blood streaking down her face. "Hey, Sunshine, you get skimmed or something? Might wanna patch that up," she in Portuguese -- Alice was one of the few people she actually used it on, and she had to keep up on her practice, even if it was technically pointless. "Although you do look great streaked in red."
She raised an eyebrow at his first comment on how 'she' was. Leon was hardly one to give concern about another person's well-being, and she was quite blatantly alive and unhurt--
"Th'ah Lagoon, th'aht is!"
She suppressed a wry smile at the fool who had probably been waiting to use that joke for years. Pretending to confounded by the man's astounding wit and humour by keeping a quizzical expression on her face. She then purposefully made her face light up, as if realization struck her. "Oh, I get it!" she turned her head to Jack, a tone strongly resembling someone speaking about a child. "It's kinda like humour, but completely different." She faked a humouring laugh, and turned to the hatch. "But nice try, Leo. You'll make someone laugh one day. Maybe."
She climbed up the hatch, and looked out on the rest of her crewmates. "We all alive?" she said rhetorically, looking over everyone. Miraculously, she didn't think anyone was actually hurt. That was amazing. How the hell was no-one hurt? She laughed at Alice's antics and Dimitri holding on for dear life, until she saw blood streaking down her face. "Hey, Sunshine, you get skimmed or something? Might wanna patch that up," she in Portuguese -- Alice was one of the few people she actually used it on, and she had to keep up on her practice, even if it was technically pointless. "Although you do look great streaked in red."
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