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Er, sorry to say, but I don't think I'm going to have the time to continue this game anymore. >:
Ivorio stopped as Magaret began to speak, leaning down to listen. As he processed herwords, he began to realize, “So, we’ve gotta get you off the ship then...others?” Getting back up and looking around the dawnlit sea, he spotted a ship in the distance, the white sails alerting him to who it was immediately. Knowing full well they’d be recognized, Ivor prayed for escape, but he doubted the slave ship could go any faster. He’d have to aim for something else, as fighting off Marines was going to be unlikely, and jumping in the rowboat was quite risky. Dara seemed kind enough, but Ivorio didn’t know her, thus couldn’t trust her when it came to diplomacy.
Looks like he’d have to try it himself, and pray he didn’t get shot to death before he got a word out.
As the Marine boat pulled up closer, Ivor quickly dropped Margaret behind the helm, where she wouldn’t be seen, hopefully, though he made sure she was close enough to hear on the chance that she got better. As he went back out, he heard a call from outside, a strong voice shouting at the old slaves, “You there! Where’s your captain?”
Stepping back outside, Ivor grumbled, “No captain here. Well, at least not one of this boat.”
As he came into sight, he saw a bearded Marine Captain, the man known as Muscovy, ask, “What business do you...you! Fontaine!”
“The one and only,” Ivorio sighed, arms motionless at his sides.
Hopping onto the deck, he was followed by his second in command and a troop of soldiers, who cautiously moved to surround, Ivorio doing nothing. Muscovy ordered, “Why do you return after having slipped through our grasp?”
“A series of unfortunate events, really,” Ivorio shrugged. He continued, “I learned some neat things about Lebara though. How much do you think is going on right under your nose?”
Muscovy’s brow furrowed, the man looking on inquisitively. Barbary jumped in, shouting, “What do you have on this ship?”
“Slaves, l-” Ivorio began, looking at Barbary suspiciously.
The man raised his gun, letting out a cry of forced horror, “Slavery? You monster!” Ivorio’s eyes widened as the man fired, the pirate ducking out of the way and making to flee. As the other Marines got their bearings, Ivorio scampered off, the slaves at the helm taking cover.
Well, that could have gone better, Ivorio thought.
Looks like he’d have to try it himself, and pray he didn’t get shot to death before he got a word out.
As the Marine boat pulled up closer, Ivor quickly dropped Margaret behind the helm, where she wouldn’t be seen, hopefully, though he made sure she was close enough to hear on the chance that she got better. As he went back out, he heard a call from outside, a strong voice shouting at the old slaves, “You there! Where’s your captain?”
Stepping back outside, Ivor grumbled, “No captain here. Well, at least not one of this boat.”
As he came into sight, he saw a bearded Marine Captain, the man known as Muscovy, ask, “What business do you...you! Fontaine!”
“The one and only,” Ivorio sighed, arms motionless at his sides.
Hopping onto the deck, he was followed by his second in command and a troop of soldiers, who cautiously moved to surround, Ivorio doing nothing. Muscovy ordered, “Why do you return after having slipped through our grasp?”
“A series of unfortunate events, really,” Ivorio shrugged. He continued, “I learned some neat things about Lebara though. How much do you think is going on right under your nose?”
Muscovy’s brow furrowed, the man looking on inquisitively. Barbary jumped in, shouting, “What do you have on this ship?”
“Slaves, l-” Ivorio began, looking at Barbary suspiciously.
The man raised his gun, letting out a cry of forced horror, “Slavery? You monster!” Ivorio’s eyes widened as the man fired, the pirate ducking out of the way and making to flee. As the other Marines got their bearings, Ivorio scampered off, the slaves at the helm taking cover.
Well, that could have gone better, Ivorio thought.
As Margaret fell, Dara and Ivorio could only look on shock as they tried to comprehend tings. Neither had a particularly good grasp on her Fruit ability, for starters. Shaking off the hesitant crew, the two went to her side, Dara stooping down to examine her. As the doctor worked, Ivorio briefly glanced around at the brightening sea, before turning his eyes on the crew, asking, “And what’s your deal?”
As Ivorio got a good look at them, he noticed that they tended to be on the older side, the most charismatic looking one glancing away, before muttering, “We...too, are slaves. The old ordered to sail this boat of the sickly into the arms of the Marines, so that one of them can receive commendation.” Scratching his chin, Ivorio considered the testimony, quickly realizing that this meant that the Marines had someone on the side of Raining Sunny.
Turning back to Dara, the dark eyed doctor explained, “Heavy nausea, but I can’t tell the source.” Putting a finger to her lips in thought, she speculated, “She’s a sailor so it’s not sea sickness, and I know they can’t have poisoned her.”
Ivorio wondered, “Couldn’t they?”
Dara looked aside, no doubt thinking about things, before restating, “On second thought, they might have been able to at some point, but they’d have poisoned both of you, right? And why make you do this if they were just going to do this?”
Ivorio nodded, “True...as for this, come to think of it, Balto could have swum away, leaving us to get captured again and blamed for our crimes. I’ll bet whatever Marine traitor they’ve got is ready to kill, not capture...”
Dara blinked, “Barbary?” As Ivorio stared, she said, “I hear things on accident. I have good hearing. And eyesight, if my eyes are properly adjusted...”
Trying to think, Ivorio smirked, thinking, “We might be able to use this...I’ll watch Margaret and keep an eye out for trouble, you make sure all the slaves are taken care of. Except a couple.” With a nod, Dara, arms hidden under her poncho, hustled below, waving most of the crew along with her, while Ivorio moved Margaret closer to the helm, before having the small handful of older slaves keep at it with the ship, keeping it on track, Ivorio hoping he could get to the island and escape.
Meanwhile, on the Marine ship, a lookout called down from the crow’s nest, “Ship up ahead! It’s heading towards Lebara!”
Below, the bearded Captain Muscovy muttered, “Strange, was it going through the night? It could be desolate. Pull in and give it a look!” Turning to his second in command, he asked, “What do you make of it?”
Lieutenant Commander Barbary shrugged, “No idea...”
As Ivorio got a good look at them, he noticed that they tended to be on the older side, the most charismatic looking one glancing away, before muttering, “We...too, are slaves. The old ordered to sail this boat of the sickly into the arms of the Marines, so that one of them can receive commendation.” Scratching his chin, Ivorio considered the testimony, quickly realizing that this meant that the Marines had someone on the side of Raining Sunny.
Turning back to Dara, the dark eyed doctor explained, “Heavy nausea, but I can’t tell the source.” Putting a finger to her lips in thought, she speculated, “She’s a sailor so it’s not sea sickness, and I know they can’t have poisoned her.”
Ivorio wondered, “Couldn’t they?”
Dara looked aside, no doubt thinking about things, before restating, “On second thought, they might have been able to at some point, but they’d have poisoned both of you, right? And why make you do this if they were just going to do this?”
Ivorio nodded, “True...as for this, come to think of it, Balto could have swum away, leaving us to get captured again and blamed for our crimes. I’ll bet whatever Marine traitor they’ve got is ready to kill, not capture...”
Dara blinked, “Barbary?” As Ivorio stared, she said, “I hear things on accident. I have good hearing. And eyesight, if my eyes are properly adjusted...”
Trying to think, Ivorio smirked, thinking, “We might be able to use this...I’ll watch Margaret and keep an eye out for trouble, you make sure all the slaves are taken care of. Except a couple.” With a nod, Dara, arms hidden under her poncho, hustled below, waving most of the crew along with her, while Ivorio moved Margaret closer to the helm, before having the small handful of older slaves keep at it with the ship, keeping it on track, Ivorio hoping he could get to the island and escape.
Meanwhile, on the Marine ship, a lookout called down from the crow’s nest, “Ship up ahead! It’s heading towards Lebara!”
Below, the bearded Captain Muscovy muttered, “Strange, was it going through the night? It could be desolate. Pull in and give it a look!” Turning to his second in command, he asked, “What do you make of it?”
Lieutenant Commander Barbary shrugged, “No idea...”
Yep, those'll probably be in your arcs. Anyway, is your solution to our lack of antagonists to have Margaret sit this one out? If not, how far shall I proceed, since you can't do much with Margaret unconscious.
I haven’t said anything before since it’s really (really!) not a big deal, but I am worried about the future. You need to work on how you handle actions scenes. Luckily, Balto is an NPC, but some of the things your doing could still be described as ‘god-moding’, specifically the bits in which you decide Margaret’s action and the result. Now, in these types of games, that’s perfectly fine with characters that are set up to fight her (the normal 1x1 arc fights) or characters you’re controlling, but had Balto been someone’s character, they might understandably be a little peeved. I actually was for a second, since I was planning for Balto to become a later foe, but that’s pretty much been thrown out the window since he’s clearly no threat. But like I said, that’s fine. It wasn't too hard to change that little idea so I did.
Even though he is an NPC though, I was still controlling him. Now, in the future, if we do a fight scene, it might be better to do a collab for it, but the normal way is: I make an attack, you respond and make an attack, I respond and make an attack, etc until the fight is over. For example, I had Balto attack with the wood and the bite, but I didn’t describe the wood hitting her or his teeth finding a place in her shoulder, that would have been god-moding. (Also, I suppose he just stopped trying to bite her after getting stabbed? I would imagine she’d have to respond to that before finding time to draw her blade and impale him. Like I said, work on it a little bit!) However, Margaret throwing him against the cabin or impaling him with the blade were examples of god-moding, since I didn’t have a chance to respond, you just acted and described the result. But again, don’t worry. I don’t mind this time, but I am glad it happened with a less important NPC. If it had been something I wasn’t able to work around, I’d have asked you to change it.
Now, I did god-mode a bit in the last post with Balto’s ‘escape’ in not giving Margaret a chance to stop him, since it was kind of a necessity for the plot. Unlike making Balto less important, I needed to do this, so my apologies. But yeah, in the future, don’t be afraid to ask for permission to do something like that.
Anyway, I’m trying to think of a way to divide up the arc fights. Balto’s gone, so there’s no helping that. We still have Captain Muscovy and Lieutenant Commander Barbary, but I’m not sure if you want to use Isis quite yet. Perhaps another officer can be introduced, like an Ensign? But if you have something in mind for Isis, do tell.
Even though he is an NPC though, I was still controlling him. Now, in the future, if we do a fight scene, it might be better to do a collab for it, but the normal way is: I make an attack, you respond and make an attack, I respond and make an attack, etc until the fight is over. For example, I had Balto attack with the wood and the bite, but I didn’t describe the wood hitting her or his teeth finding a place in her shoulder, that would have been god-moding. (Also, I suppose he just stopped trying to bite her after getting stabbed? I would imagine she’d have to respond to that before finding time to draw her blade and impale him. Like I said, work on it a little bit!) However, Margaret throwing him against the cabin or impaling him with the blade were examples of god-moding, since I didn’t have a chance to respond, you just acted and described the result. But again, don’t worry. I don’t mind this time, but I am glad it happened with a less important NPC. If it had been something I wasn’t able to work around, I’d have asked you to change it.
Now, I did god-mode a bit in the last post with Balto’s ‘escape’ in not giving Margaret a chance to stop him, since it was kind of a necessity for the plot. Unlike making Balto less important, I needed to do this, so my apologies. But yeah, in the future, don’t be afraid to ask for permission to do something like that.
Anyway, I’m trying to think of a way to divide up the arc fights. Balto’s gone, so there’s no helping that. We still have Captain Muscovy and Lieutenant Commander Barbary, but I’m not sure if you want to use Isis quite yet. Perhaps another officer can be introduced, like an Ensign? But if you have something in mind for Isis, do tell.
As Ivor stood by the ended scuffle, the huge Balto’s weight pressed against the cracked wood of the cabin. The ineffectual Captain scratched his orange hair, muttering, “Uh, he looks pretty beaten down to me, but if we give him to the Marines, we might be able to get Dara off. I mena, we’re still escaped convicts whichever way you slice it.” Looking to the back, where the ship was tied up, he tried to consider their options: Raining Sunny hadn’t expected them back apparently, given that this was a trap... As the Captain though, Dara simply stood, her black eyes locked onto the fishman, an unpleasant look on his face.
As Ivor pondered, Balto stirred, hacking out a glob of blood. Grimacing, he spat out a little more before making a low, whistling noise through his sharp teeth. Before Ivor could act, he felt a pair of arms on each of his hands, turning to find the members of the crew grabbing hold, fear on their faces. Dara and Margaret were snatched up by the innocents as well. The men on the boat were slaves, no different from the ones below except for their health. Their actions were not governed by logic, only emotion, the fear of going against their masters putting energy in their muscles. They managed to pull Margaret away from Balto, her sword coming free from his torso. The fishman slouched, before limping off, reaching into his aloha shirt and pulling out a sphere of some sort and a match. Striking the match, he lit the fuse, before chucking it into the air. It didn’t seem to go that high, but it detonated regardless, a flash of light illuminating the area for just a moment. Turning back to the other three, he leaned back against the railing of the ship, before groaning in with pain as he said, “You’re gonna have trouble in a moment now, you hear...” His sentence was punctuated, with another sputter of blood, and the large nosed basking shark fishman slipped from the railing, limply plummeting to the sea below with a splash. The once panicking slaves, stopped, loosening their grip on the trio, but not quite letting go, uncertain of their fates.
Elsewhere on the sea, a Marine ship sailed, its highly ranking officers aboard, following a mysterious tip off. Things were quiet on the brightening seas, until a clear flash in the distance was seen. The unusual disturbance meant the ship was changing direction, unknowingly making its way to a certain slave filled boat.
As Ivor pondered, Balto stirred, hacking out a glob of blood. Grimacing, he spat out a little more before making a low, whistling noise through his sharp teeth. Before Ivor could act, he felt a pair of arms on each of his hands, turning to find the members of the crew grabbing hold, fear on their faces. Dara and Margaret were snatched up by the innocents as well. The men on the boat were slaves, no different from the ones below except for their health. Their actions were not governed by logic, only emotion, the fear of going against their masters putting energy in their muscles. They managed to pull Margaret away from Balto, her sword coming free from his torso. The fishman slouched, before limping off, reaching into his aloha shirt and pulling out a sphere of some sort and a match. Striking the match, he lit the fuse, before chucking it into the air. It didn’t seem to go that high, but it detonated regardless, a flash of light illuminating the area for just a moment. Turning back to the other three, he leaned back against the railing of the ship, before groaning in with pain as he said, “You’re gonna have trouble in a moment now, you hear...” His sentence was punctuated, with another sputter of blood, and the large nosed basking shark fishman slipped from the railing, limply plummeting to the sea below with a splash. The once panicking slaves, stopped, loosening their grip on the trio, but not quite letting go, uncertain of their fates.
Elsewhere on the sea, a Marine ship sailed, its highly ranking officers aboard, following a mysterious tip off. Things were quiet on the brightening seas, until a clear flash in the distance was seen. The unusual disturbance meant the ship was changing direction, unknowingly making its way to a certain slave filled boat.
As Margaret made to grapple with the Fishman, he seemed unperturbed by the woman, keeping his hands at his sides as he glowered, Ivorio and Dara watching quietly. Clicking his tongue, Balto began, “What? We smuggle things. You thought it was just goods? Besides, you damn hypocrite human, you’ve done way worse to my people. Why do you think I’m not in the Grand Line?”
Stepping forwards, her expression tense, Dara began, “But...this is wrong! Marco wouldn’t approve-”
“Of you finding out,” Balto quickly interrupted. As Dara’s eyes widened in horror, he continued, “Plenty of slaves have been moved through Lebara. Just cause you didn’t know doesn’t mean squat. If you wanna quit, then quit, that’s none of my business. My job was just to get id of this bad cargo: a bunch of sick slaves is no good to anyone. The Marines can have them.” Mouth spreading into a toothy grin, he added, “And they can have you two as well. That’ll take care of your debt, all right.”
Without warning, Balto jabbed his hands into the wall of the cabin, the wood cracking under his grip. As it splintered and shattered, Balto flicked his hands inward, pelting Margaret with a couple pieces of wood before using the distraction to lunge forwards, mouth wide open as he tried to rip a chunk out of the woman.
Stepping forwards, her expression tense, Dara began, “But...this is wrong! Marco wouldn’t approve-”
“Of you finding out,” Balto quickly interrupted. As Dara’s eyes widened in horror, he continued, “Plenty of slaves have been moved through Lebara. Just cause you didn’t know doesn’t mean squat. If you wanna quit, then quit, that’s none of my business. My job was just to get id of this bad cargo: a bunch of sick slaves is no good to anyone. The Marines can have them.” Mouth spreading into a toothy grin, he added, “And they can have you two as well. That’ll take care of your debt, all right.”
Without warning, Balto jabbed his hands into the wall of the cabin, the wood cracking under his grip. As it splintered and shattered, Balto flicked his hands inward, pelting Margaret with a couple pieces of wood before using the distraction to lunge forwards, mouth wide open as he tried to rip a chunk out of the woman.
At Margaret’s proclamation, Balto stopped, the big-nosed Fishman turning his head towards the woman with a slight grin. “Oh right, you said something like you could sense folks, huh? What? Got a problem with how we operate?” Balto asked.
Ivor blinked, wondering, “Eh? What’s going on?” Dara simply watched wordlessly, not following either.
Balto turned away shrugging, “Give the cargo a look if you really care, but your debt ain’t gonna pay itself you know.” Glaring over his shoulder, he added, “And you don’t want to have a debt with Raining Sunny, trust me.”
Getting worried, Ivorio said, “Worth a look...” The Captain led the way below decks, Dara following, her curiosity not waning. Heading down to the storage room, they found it: a room with a number of people, huddled up together, half asleep, or tense, wearing only dirty rags and chains as they coughed or shivered.
Slaves.
Gritting his teeth, Ivorio grunted, “What the hell is this?”
Dara ignored him, moving forwards, drawing a mask over her face and donning it, before going to the closest one and giving him a look. After a quick examination, she quickly concluded, “He’s sick...stay back, it’s contagious. They’re all sick.” Standing, she gritted her teeth, clenching a fist at her side, muttering, “This is...this isn’t of life is supposed to be lived!”
Ivor blinked, wondering, “Eh? What’s going on?” Dara simply watched wordlessly, not following either.
Balto turned away shrugging, “Give the cargo a look if you really care, but your debt ain’t gonna pay itself you know.” Glaring over his shoulder, he added, “And you don’t want to have a debt with Raining Sunny, trust me.”
Getting worried, Ivorio said, “Worth a look...” The Captain led the way below decks, Dara following, her curiosity not waning. Heading down to the storage room, they found it: a room with a number of people, huddled up together, half asleep, or tense, wearing only dirty rags and chains as they coughed or shivered.
Slaves.
Gritting his teeth, Ivorio grunted, “What the hell is this?”
Dara ignored him, moving forwards, drawing a mask over her face and donning it, before going to the closest one and giving him a look. After a quick examination, she quickly concluded, “He’s sick...stay back, it’s contagious. They’re all sick.” Standing, she gritted her teeth, clenching a fist at her side, muttering, “This is...this isn’t of life is supposed to be lived!”
At Margaret’s answer, Dara simply smiled softly, nodding, content, before watching the men work. Once the smaller boat was lashed to the larger one, someone from the upper deck threw a ladder down, which Balto quick grabbed, attaching it firmly, before beginning the climb up. Ivor followed suit, the Captain intending to ensure things were safe, with Dara going up last.
Things on the deck seemed fine enough, with a few sailors mulling about, though their expressions seemed dour. Balto smirked, “Well, good you you lot. Of course, who knows what would have happened if you’d messed up.” Leaning in closer to the man he was addressing, he grumbled, “The cargo is fine, right?”
“What’s this ship carrying, anyway,” Ivorio wondered aloud.
Balto shrugged, “Eh, not important to you fellas.” However, now that Margaret was closer to the ship, she could tell that there wasn’t much room below deck for anything other than the life forms she could sense.
Things on the deck seemed fine enough, with a few sailors mulling about, though their expressions seemed dour. Balto smirked, “Well, good you you lot. Of course, who knows what would have happened if you’d messed up.” Leaning in closer to the man he was addressing, he grumbled, “The cargo is fine, right?”
“What’s this ship carrying, anyway,” Ivorio wondered aloud.
Balto shrugged, “Eh, not important to you fellas.” However, now that Margaret was closer to the ship, she could tell that there wasn’t much room below deck for anything other than the life forms she could sense.
At the woman’s thanks, Dara simply smiled, shaking her head, “No need to thank me, I am a doctor: preserving life is my job.”
As Margaret turned her attention to the nearby boat, Dara seemed unperturbed, while Ivorio tensed a bit. However, Balto laughed, “Calm down a bit. I used to be stationed here a good while before I got promoted. Sure, there’s lots of scummy types around, but as long as you keep to yourself, you won’t be bothered. Don’t wanna make a ruckus, you know? There’s a base just overhead, this place would have been discovered long ago, but as far as the Marines are concerned, there’s only water and rock down here.”
As the morning went on, the boat had little trouble getting to the sea outside, where Balto snuffed out the lantern hanging above the deck, relying on the low light of the early dawn, the edge of the sea glowing from the sun. The smaller boat continued its passage for an short while before a black spot appeared on the horizon, approaching quickly. Balto grinning, “Perfect, we’re here.” As the smaller boat got closer to the larger one, Margaret could sense a number of life forms aboard, scrambling about the upper deck or huddled together below. Balto ordered, “Hook up there and we’ll make the ship trail behind.” Understanding, Ivorio nodded, lashing his hook to the boat and the back railing of the larger ship, Balto hoisting the sails.
As they worked, Dara watched the brightening glow on the horizon, groaning, “It’s getting bright...” Shielding her eyes, she looked over at Margaret, recalling, “You’re strong, you know.” The doctor then asked vaguely, “What do you fight for?” After a moment, she blinked, before realizing, “Ah, I guess that’s sort of a personal question...”
As Margaret turned her attention to the nearby boat, Dara seemed unperturbed, while Ivorio tensed a bit. However, Balto laughed, “Calm down a bit. I used to be stationed here a good while before I got promoted. Sure, there’s lots of scummy types around, but as long as you keep to yourself, you won’t be bothered. Don’t wanna make a ruckus, you know? There’s a base just overhead, this place would have been discovered long ago, but as far as the Marines are concerned, there’s only water and rock down here.”
As the morning went on, the boat had little trouble getting to the sea outside, where Balto snuffed out the lantern hanging above the deck, relying on the low light of the early dawn, the edge of the sea glowing from the sun. The smaller boat continued its passage for an short while before a black spot appeared on the horizon, approaching quickly. Balto grinning, “Perfect, we’re here.” As the smaller boat got closer to the larger one, Margaret could sense a number of life forms aboard, scrambling about the upper deck or huddled together below. Balto ordered, “Hook up there and we’ll make the ship trail behind.” Understanding, Ivorio nodded, lashing his hook to the boat and the back railing of the larger ship, Balto hoisting the sails.
As they worked, Dara watched the brightening glow on the horizon, groaning, “It’s getting bright...” Shielding her eyes, she looked over at Margaret, recalling, “You’re strong, you know.” The doctor then asked vaguely, “What do you fight for?” After a moment, she blinked, before realizing, “Ah, I guess that’s sort of a personal question...”
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