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The Last Kings of Orion

It was the 'paradise' comment that got me. I was just thinking of the one NI-techs recent comment: "What the hell use is Eden without its snakes?"

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Igraine said
Just breathtaking - a paradise (if, of course, the Copernicans can get there... )

Gee, nothing too ominous about that! (Chuckles happily)

Never Lose Your Hat!

Think Ivy can make use of his mistaken assumption?

Never Lose Your Hat!

The mummy reached up with his other hand to rub his chin thoughtfully. Shreds of mummified flesh fell away in the gesture, but he seemed to feel no pain as his fingers flayed his own decayed skin. “You mother must be an interesting woman,” he commented dryly, “to think that pirates can be civilized and should have manners. I can only assume she married into the family. That or times have changed more than I thought they might. Either way, I assure you, such assumptions are not only false but are so far from the truth to as to be scarcely be related to it. We can, however, be reasonable when the situation calls for it.”

The muzzle of the hand cannon did not waver once. “I doubt many people lose their hands on purpose. Well, there are always those few looking to improve themselves, I doubt that has changed in the past several hundred years! You don’t look the type though. The eyes aren’t quite wild enough.”

Dropping his free hand to his lap, and stirring up a small cloud of dust in the process, the dead man continued. “But… trade…” The words came clearly through his lipless mouth and desiccated tongue. “It sounds so…. honest… so wholesome. I’m not sure my crew would stand for it.”

The mechanical hounds by the door growled threateningly, conveying that they were the crew and that they had their own opinions as to the habits of pirates.

“Still, it would be unreasonable to at least hear your offer,” he remarked genially. The animated corpse waved a hand in her direction. “After all, a scion of the House of Heterodyne must have something worthwhile to exchange for her life. Oh, we could battle but I think it would be a pretty close thing between my crew and your Jaeger bodyguard.”

Jötz managed to keep the look of surprise off of his face, instead forcing his eyes to narrow as if in suspicion as he eyed both the corpse and the clanks warily. “Her ladyship ist under my protection,” he lied smoothly, “und hy vill fight to da death to protect her!”

The pirate’s dead body stood then, slowly and stiffly and with a great creak of long disused and leathery muscles. Sections of skin along the joins tore as he rose to his full height. He had been a tall man in life, and death had did very little to shorten him. His balding head with its few remaining strands of brown hair nearly brushed the ceiling. Still, the gun was kept pointed towards the pair.

“I thought as much,” came the cultured reply. Ghastly as his voice was, it remained urbane. “Even I’m not foolish enough to directly cross the Heterodynes. But you have trespassed, and I can not ignore that. I do have a reputation to maintain. Or rather I did. And I would like to keep it that way. So what is it that the Lady Heterodyne offers the great Captain Jacob Ludd?"

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Sending you a PM

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Kuro - Hmmm... Connor's working on the mining ship by himself right now, yes?

Lillian - (Chuckling) No, I think Hob wants everyone to leave him alone for several days. Although once he finished his current conversation with Naomi I think a trip to the cafeteria is warranted. But I'm sure Jack would love to sample some of Penny's cookies! "Mmmm, lassy buns! Some tasty!"

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If anyone wants to do a collab with either Hob or Jack, or even if you just want someone to write a random person for your character to play against, let me know. I'm currently at home doing laundry, bored out of my skull.

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Doubling generally refers to playing multiple lead characters. More specifically, it tends to mean that you play two characters to play opposite each of your writing partner's two characters. For example, you would play one male character to your partner's female character, and a female to their male. Or whatever other combination you and your partner agree upon. The pairings are not necessarily romantic ones.

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Welcome back, Heroes! Nice post between you and Dot! It also reminds me that at some point Hob will probably have to pay Dr. Brock a visit as well (and Park, now that I think about it.)

Kuro - No, the real sorcery is that he's still speaking the same way. He's just making you think that he's speaking English.

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Jack raised an eyebrow as the huge man scattered fittings across the floor of the workshop with one contemptuous swing of his arm. The couplings and adapters clanged and clinked their way across the deck. He recognized the mood, had seen in it some of the dockhands and trawler captains he had known while growing up, but the Newfie didn't appreciate it. Angry or not, that was no way to treat equipment. Now if it had already been broken beyond repair? That was another thing altogether!

As the miner ranted, Jack calmly listened while continuing to get the worst of the rust and muck off of the wrench before slotting it neatly in the rack and picking up another one. It was just as bad, if not worse. Now he shook his head, disappointed that the tools weren't better cared for. "Jack Pumphrey, just Jack ta dem what knows me, less dey don't like what dey knows as me, Da says! I'm one a dem der custodian fellas. Second Shift left us wit little enough for the day, though tomarra'll be a different kettle of fish, says I. So I decided ta takes a stroll an' see if any one needed a hand!" Looking around the bay, Jack snorted. "I can sees why yar nerves is rubbed right raw, mind! Shockin', dis is, b'y, shocking'. Looks ta me as though last man on watch were a logy bastard, ass fell right out of 'er, b'y."

Jack scowled at a stubborn spot of rust that there was no help for and started scanning about for a bit of emery cloth or steel wool to work at it with. All the while, he kept talking. "Still, no reason ta be all binicky, if ya asks me," he chided the man. "Sure, b'y, dis place is rake for run, but it's not everyday that Morris kills the cow for ya and gives ya a man willing' to do a lick of work for ya! When we're done? See if we can git sached! What butter an' whiskey won't cure, deer's no cure for!" Only marginally satisfied with the the second wrench, he set it aside to work on it later and picked up a third.

Now he looked up at the huge American and smirked. "But if ya want plain talk, den I'll talk like I gots a straw up m'nose. I knows I got more lip dan a coal bucket, so I'll make a lang stary shart."

Coughing to clear his throat, Jack struggled to imitate the slow, flat and (to him) nasal accent of an American. "Did you want help cleaning this shit up? And do you know anybody who would like to help me make moonshine on the sly?"