Jivusa

Pirate Age

Hai.

One time, I twisted my ankle and my foot was the complete opposite direction. It really hurt.

Pirate Age

Marcos would catch the piece of wood thrown his way, examining it. It was a long, rod-like piece, something he could figure out a use for. He would then start thrusting the wooden rod at slavers trying to make it over to the ship. He then moved out of the way as one made it across and started swinging his knife wildly at both he and the other person. He watched as the male whom helped him overtook the slaver and threw him overboard. Marcos would nod and say, "Yes, it was. And, I'm fine."

When the male pointed out that the other slaves were getting on to lifeboats, he nodded. "I'm aware. There's nothing waiting for me if I go. Where would I go? I have no family, no friends, no possessions save for my own insides and my skin. Might as well make myself of use here and fully repay the favor of my freedom. It means more to me than you are aware of, when you helped me up. I don't plan on forgetting that. Thank you for that." With that, Marcos gave the male a smile. "My name is Marcos. Marcos Abeille."

Marcos would watch as Nolan made way across to the other ship, being confronted by slavers, and the captain. How Marcos hated them. He hated all slavers. He was being given an opportunity to exact his hatred right now. The captain was open. If he could make it across without drawing attention, he could get the captain. He would be able to kill him while the others made work of the other slavers. Hopefully, anyways. With that, Marcos found a dead slaver and searched him for a more lethal weapon. He found a carving knife. With the small knife in hand, he would make his way to the back of the pirate's ship, and prepare himself. The captain of the slaver ship was turned around, not noticing him. Marcos took the opportunity.

With a few moments, he found a long board and placed it between the two ships, making sure it was securely placed before crossing. He would keep his balance on the wooden board as best as he could, walking across to the other ship. After making it across, he readied the knife in his hand, the end of it pointing towards the captain. Marcos took a deep breath and start sprinting. In his dash, he would thrust the carving knife at the captain's upper back, hoping to stab Pars right then and there.

Soul Munchers (A Soul Eater Knock-Off RP)

The stomach of a human is lined with mucus. If it wasn't, we would all digest ourselves.

Onset of a True World: Prologue

Jonas nodded and sighed a little, saying, "Yes, that would be very good. Must get to know the people you will be sharing knowledge with." The elf boy would then turn his gaze away from the Feytouched Britnia, thinking to himself. In his cognition, he cursed himself over and over. Jonas had frightened the girl, and made her run off. It was different here than the temple monastery, where the members of the order would welcome such conversation with open embrace. Would he be forced to lessen the intelligent speech when he addressed the people here? Jonas just might have to.

Jonas set his head into his hand and would continue thinking to himself. And the more he thought, the more he spun himself into a spiral of melancholy. A trait of an erudite is to get so deep into thought that he becomes detached from the physical world, wandering inside of his own mind. Jonas was not an exception to this. The most difficult part is to judge the time while you're out. It could take a single second to process innumerable thoughts, or innumerable seconds to process a single thought. Jonas just sat there, resting his head on his arm in a thinking position, doing nothing else but thinking. He even forgot to blink or breathe a few times.

Onset of a True World: Prologue

Jonas looked behind him as a small voice addressed herself as Britnia. Finding the source of the voice, Jonas was intrigued by the sight of a Feytouched. "Hello, Britnia. My name is Jonas Eldrin. It's a pleasure to meet you," he would say. He would then go on and continue speaking. "You're a Feytouched human, is that correct? Hmph. Fascinating. If my knowledge is correct, the Feytouched are humans or elves that are given traits of the Feyfolk after birth. It's in the Feyfolken's nature to be kind and generous, but there is two sides to every coin, is there not? Feyfolken are also known to be tricksters to the unwary. More times than not, though, Feyfolken are kind and generous. An interesting race of creatures."

Jonas would then smile and correct himself. "My apologies, I ramble a lot. One of my nagging tendencies, I guess. If I see something remotely interesting, I just have to comment on it and share knowledge. And the comments lead to more comments, and if I don't stop myself, it becomes something of a novel sight. Anyways, why did you come here, to Caldwell's Academy?," he said, and then asked. Jonas would sit in a seat and gesture for Britnia to recline as she spoke as well.

Soul Munchers (A Soul Eater Knock-Off RP)

...
*hugs everybody*
=^^=

Soul Munchers (A Soul Eater Knock-Off RP)

What's with all the assassination attempts? Do you really want each other dead that much?
Hm.

Onset of a True World: Prologue

Jonas looked up at the large academy as he walked across the drawbridge that led to the institution. It was very different from the temple monastery he'd lived in for so many years. He wondered about the knowledge within the stone walls of this institute. Jonas could only guess at it. Soon, he would know it. Hopefully, rather than surely, but most likely nonetheless. Jonas walked forwards, cloak and robes fluttering in the wind that carried whispers of nature and promises of life. He would hold his book to his chest and approach the guard. When asked for his name, he replied with his name. "Jonas Eldrin." He would then be let in. A smile crossed his elven face.

Jonas arrived in a grand dining hall, already having people in it, both students and teachers alike. A generation of knowing, ready to give their knowledge to the new generation that climb under their wise wings. Jonas was teeming with eagerness, hardly able to wait until he could learn from the teachers here. Though, it did not appear that way on the outside. To another, Jonas would appear collected and focused, which he was. Jonas wasn't as expressive with his body as others were; he preferred communication with with words. Knowledge is gained that way much more efficiently.

Pirate Age

Marcos looked upwards as he watched the crew of one ship fight the crew of the other, people being shot, stabbed, and sliced. Shrapnel would be flung his way from time to time at the destroyed masts. Still, he didn't let go. Even when embers where flung his way and stung his body. The heat and stinging wasn't unbearable to him anymore. He'd felt it well enough before, many times over. One could tell from the brandings all over his body. A slave was branded in the same was farm animals were. Get a hot poker with the slaver's insignia on it, heat it up until it glowed reddish orange, and drive it onto the body. The pain was always excruciating. Marcos lost count of how many times his previous brands have been slashed and new ones were placed in a different area.

Marcos quickly looked up to see a face peering right back down at him. It was not an angry, superior face. It was friendly. He was friendly enough; he was friendlier than the slavers, anyways. This was all he needed to trust the person. He grabbed onto the floatation device and climbed up with only his arms, having a built body from a life of slavery. He climbed over the railing and made it aboard, falling face-first onto the deck, before rolling over and looking up, breathing heavily. Marcos looked up to the man who helped him and said, "Thank you." After a moment, he made the decision to help. He tugged the bindings off of his feet and stood, seeing both crews trying to cross to the other ship. He would stay on the ship and help.

Marcos would fight the crew of the opposing ship that came aboard, grabbing them by the clothes and throwing them overboard, or simply just throwing punches at them. It seemed effective on the few that managed to jump the gap across, there were not many people that came aboard. And luckily, they were lightly armed. A few of them recognized him as a slave from their ship, and said that a slave had escaped, and others may be as well. To this, Marcos just readied his fists for more fighting. He wasn't about to go back to slavery without feeding the slavers their own teeth. Whatever teeth they had left in their ugly gobs, anyways.

Soul Munchers (A Soul Eater Knock-Off RP)

Yaaayy!

*hugs Cirus*

Mah buddy! :3