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Post by Jakobim on Apr 29, 2007 18:23:17 GMT -5
Jakobim glances at the imp and then away, almost as if he was purposefully ignoring it. He seems confused when Alex stops walking.
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Post by Alexander The Great on May 13, 2007 15:25:34 GMT -5
Alexander tilts her head to one side as the little thing jumps in their way. She laughs a brief surprised laugh at the creature and her hold on Jakobim's arm pointedly tightens just a little for a moment to catch his attention as he looks away, she didn't want him drifting off now as he sometimes seemed to do.
"Yepp. Back to work we'll be in just a minute." She says and makes to try and step around/over the imp, still holding on to Jak.
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Post by Catriona on May 13, 2007 23:56:28 GMT -5
The imp hisses in something between anger and amusement. The thing rises to the air, beating its wings, and suddenly comes down upon Alex with the stinger on the tail. It slashes at her with the sharp end, flaps its wings, and lands upon the roof over the stairs going down.
"Bad. Work now." it grins.
[Alex: attack AC 18, damage 2 + please make Fort save]
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Post by Alexander The Great on May 14, 2007 15:00:29 GMT -5
Alexander in reflex tries to dodge the sudden attack with the tail.
"Hey!"
But fails and feels the sting as it lashes in to her left shoulder.
"Ow! I said we'd be right back you little fucking runt." She snaps as she with a quick glance checks the wound and then clenches her right hand to a fist, the hand clad in her spiked gauntlet. That little critter was inches away from becoming a wet smear on the deck she would swab up with delight!
[Fort save: 9+7=16]
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Post by Catriona on May 14, 2007 15:02:57 GMT -5
"Me no runtsy, little grunt. Hee. Your boss, yes, yes I am. Yes I am." the thing leers at Alexander. "You wanna be the first keelhaul of the trip, missy miss?"
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Post by Jakobim on May 15, 2007 18:35:45 GMT -5
Jak snaps his attention back to the imp when it touches Alex. He looks, if anything, even more confused. His gaze wavers between Alex and the critter.
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Post by Alexander The Great on May 17, 2007 16:17:06 GMT -5
Alexander bares her teeth at the little bastard. For a second she seems about to throw a metal-clad fist attack at the thing before Jak suddenly turns to look at her and her hand lowers a bit.
She takes a slight step forwards to come between Jak and the imp, she leans towards it a bit, glares daggers and mutters darkly,
"I'm going to get you good you little shit."
She turns to face Jak and though not quite as brightly as before she does give him a half-smile and shrugs one shoulder.
"Looks like we'll have to wait a little longer you and I for our Night of Passion, Jak." At that she suddenly grins again and heads back to her broom and snatches it up to start to clean.
[Intimidate: 19+5=24]
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Post by Jakobim on May 17, 2007 22:34:19 GMT -5
Jakobim nods silently and finds, with some effort, a second broom.
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Post by Catriona on May 18, 2007 10:29:48 GMT -5
The imp makes a defiant face at Alexander, giggles like a mad thing, and lies down upon the cover of the stairs like an evil fat cat.
Alexander and Jakobim scrub the deck, and Ignis flashes around the ropes, high overhead. Puck is left to his own devices, free to wander the deck. Most of the sailors seem to be avoiding him. Thus they sail out of the large harbour, the ship steadily creaking and moaning its way towards the open sea. The seas are a little rough, and occasionally the ship lurches this way or that. None of the sailors appear bothered by it.
An hour later they have cleared the land, and with it, the mists and the worst of the sea's temper, for now. They are now upon the ocean, the Theyalith Sea. The father they get from the land, the fresher the air. There is a steady breeze to propel the ship forward, which smells of water and salt. Eventually the captain re-emerges and takes over the great wheel. The sky is clear and the imp rolls to his back, happily lounging in the sun. There are a few dark clouds on the horizon, but they are far away.
After a while several of the sailors descend their ropes and masts, all hands no longer needed now that the harbour has been cleared. They disappear into the belly of the ship, or set themselves down on the deck. A few start playing a game of dice, which consists of a lot of cursing and cussing and mutual accusations of cheating. A fun time seems to be had by one and all. Others just hang around a little aimlessly, several of which give Alexander's backside appraising (and approving) glances. The sailor who backed down from the orgy, earlier, sits upon a barrel and broods.
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Post by Alexander The Great on Aug 1, 2007 11:28:37 GMT -5
Alexander's scrubbing goes in the direction of Jakobim and as she gets close she smirks and winks at him.
"Hey, Jak, fancy giving me a hand in keelhauling the little runt later?
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Post by Jakobim on Oct 27, 2007 23:55:33 GMT -5
Jak doesn't look up from his work.
"Keelhaul?" he asks, too loudly.
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Post by Alexander The Great on Nov 5, 2007 18:17:21 GMT -5
"Shhhhhhhhhh!" She hisses at him with an incredulous look. She didn't mind the random but this guy sure kept coming from left field even for her.
She lets out a giggle with her next breath however and shakes her head as she looks up at Jak with a laugh.
"Get it overboard. Drag it under the ship. Hauling it across the keel. Keel-haul." She explains with a hushed voice while swabbing and looking up at him every so often. "You haven't been out much, have you?" She grins.
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