Ship of Misfits [Rated M ]

Tisiphone rose out of the sea, towering over the ship with her fangs bared, rearing back to strike again.

"We'll see who lives to see the next dawn," Juu grinned as shapes became visible in the fog, coming closer. The ships had heard Tisiphone ram into the Jaded Peacock, and they had answered his call. They stood in the water, waiting to see where they would be needed. One, the ship of Celameng and her kin, seemed to be completely abandoned.

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"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster...when you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back." - Friedrich Nietzsche

"Indeed we shall" said a voice directly into the minds of MacQuarrie, Morsereg, Juu, and Molan. It was not a voice that could be replicated by human speech.

That was when the water around around Tisiphone began to boil with activity as the water erupted with large green aquatic humanoids with snapping jaws and knifelike nails. They began swarming over Tisiphone like pirrahna attacking an anaconda.

MacQuarrie grinned, "I hope your not relying too much on that beast of yours, because Its not going to have an easy time fighting a crew of Milogna's Scrags in the water." Scrags were aquatic trolls that could regenerate in water, they would be difficult to get rid of even for the great serpent.

It was then that the five ships that had come to MacQuarrie's aid sailed into view. Close to Tisiphone covered with barnacles and crewed by a band of inhuman miscrents was Milogna's Menagerie, beside it came the galleon the Fortune Seeker. On the opposite side of the Jaded Peacock came Three more; The amazonian all female ship, the Harsh Mistress; the Dwarven ship the Alestrom which spewed steam from its boilers. And finally came the ship that was leading the pack, A ship that had become a legend over the last few decades. The Grey Wind.

Molan's eyes rested on that ship as he let out a string of curses. "He actually got the the old man to come out of retirement for this. Dear god this is going to be nasty."

Tisiphone let out a great hiss and decided to try and rid them the best way her serpentine mind could think of - she flailed her body around, trying to ram it into the Jaded Peacock and any other ships within striking distance to not only harm the ship but also the Scrags caught between her body and the ship.

The boat's gentle bobbing up and down in the water increased, slowly becoming more and more violent, "So, how do you want to do this, MacQuarrie?" Morsereg let his lips form a cocky grin as thunder roared above their head and one particularly strong lurch of the water sent a few people stumbling.

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"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster...when you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back." - Friedrich Nietzsche

"I was kind of thinking of cutting your heart out... but then I realized that would take a lot of work to find and I didn't bring tweezers." MacQuarrie said. "I suppose either we duel as captains or we let there be a general chaotic bloodbath. I'm fine with either to tell you the truth."

Catscratch coughed neverously"Umm as much as I hate to interrupt you...um captains....I just have to ask you something. before you um kill each other."

MacQuarrie looked at the young man, "What? we're in the middle of something here."

Catscratch looked embarassed, "Um if those are your ships over there and these are our ships over here then whose ships are those?" he asked pointing to the horizon to where Commodore Dalton's fleet of ships steadily bareing down on them.

"Shit." Morsereg spat, still holding his pistol ready as the storm intensified.

"I could occupy them," Juu suggested in his ear.

"Yes, do that. You do that." He nodded. At once, Juu was gone, bringing the Lampades with him, and Morsereg was focused again on MacQuarrie. "Me and You. No crew. Just me, you, and our wits."

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Juu was amongst them, amongst the Lampades, as they circled the fleet of Commodore Dalton. It was once said that those that looked directly into the flames of the Lampade's torches would be driven to insanity...it was time to test that theory, with the backdrop of a brewing storm and a writhing sea serpent slamming into a separate ship.

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"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster...when you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back." - Friedrich Nietzsche

Luz had Occupied herself with keeping things in order and relaying information to her crewmates. She excelled in this multi tasking, having lungs an ox would envy was helpful. This movement also kept her mind off of a question she had intended to ask. Morsereg had not wanted to share with two ships, she doubted he'd be willing to multiply that by as many allies he had. If she'd had any remorse in her she would have felt sorry for not asking one or two members of her old ship to stay on board. As it stood now she just gave a mental shrug and was glad Faina had stayed on her own accord.
Faina had decided to do things on her own... which could be dangerous for all of them. She was in contct with two beings that hid on her own ship and the ship of Luz's old companions. "Oooh~♫ He's doing something that will get things amuzing..." She said in a low, almost mocking voice as she looked into empty space, using the eyes of her two little spies to see events.

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"i have killed many in my life."
Justin.
(Quote taken out of context)

( this RP is being placed into Juu's hands. I'm sure it'll continue moving soon as stavvy gets back :D )

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"i have killed many in my life."
Justin.
(Quote taken out of context)

MacQuarrie snapped his saber to a ready position, "You're on, Dindaedel. I hope you aren't too attached to you limbs and organs, because they won't be attached for long!"

(I'm at fault for the decline of this RP. I figured I should get around to jump-starting it eventually.)

(Haha, I've been meaning to post in this for over two weeks now. So it's partly my fault)

"Weak threats from an uninspiring enemy." Morsereg answered, holding his own blade at the ready. He took a step back and waited, giving MacQuarrie the first move.

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"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster...when you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back." - Friedrich Nietzsche

MacQuarrie did not make him wait long. In a flash the flamboyant captain launched a slash aimed to disembowel his opponent. For all his prideful strutting and foppish appearance MacQuarrie was no slouch with a sword.

While many of his men were gripped with fear at the unnatural assult against them Commadore Dalton was consumed with fury. "Don't just stand there! Get anyone capable of magic on our ships to get us past these ghostly things and their damned fire. And someone harpoon that damn serpent! I want it's head on my cabin wall!"

(Let's say it's both of your faults. XD *actually thinks for ONCE it's not her fault!* I'l post soonish, hopefully tomorrow. I was rotating my sleep schedual and it takes too much focus to post in SOM right now. I think I'm FINALLY up for UT )

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"i have killed many in my life."
Justin.
(Quote taken out of context)

Morsereg hopped backwards, away from the blow. The crew watched with baited breath as their Captain struck back with a similar swipe of his blade.

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"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster...when you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back." - Friedrich Nietzsche

MacQuarrie executed an elegant parry followed by an expert riposte aimed at shoulder height.

The man was smiling. "Let's see how good you really are."

"Now would be the time," The blow nicked his shoulder mid-sentence and he grunted, "For you to order a retreat," He swung his sword again, merely biding his time. He looked like he wasn't even trying - like his heart wasn't truly in the battle.

Juu's feet touched down upon the bow of Dalton's ship, the Lampades still circling the ship even as it sailed forward. "Good evening...captain?" He rose an eyebrow, unsure of his actual title.

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"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster...when you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes back." - Friedrich Nietzsche

"Commodore." the man replied hatred and venom filling his voice. "And what manner of scum are you?"

MacQuarrie Became cautious, Morsereg was up to something. deflecting the half-hearted blow he asked, "And why is that?"

(I assume it'll be time to move on to a new plotline shortly.)