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Post by HONODY EMILE on Dec 21, 2017 19:06:17 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Montserrat] [attr="class","mmk1"]  | MY GOD, MY GOD, SHOW MERCY TO YOUR FAITHFUL SERVANT |
The pirate ship wandered listlessly towards land, bearing treasure and a particularly shiny prize. Its' inhabitants were celebrating, drinking carelessly at the thought of how much money they were about to make as soon as they made it to Mock Island. Even their Captain had relaxed, lounging behind the helmsman while a woman chained to the wall by the ankle fanned him.[break][break] Below decks, Emile resided in a cage barely big enough for him to sit comfortably. Lying down and standing up were impossible. His body was bruised for the beatings he had received just hours prior atop of the injuries he had already sustained days ago. The ship he had been working on had been ambushed by this crew, the merchant vessel's Captain Davenport and his First Mate dying in the initial conflict. Those that survived were allowed to leave alive because Emile had stepped forward and claimed to be Captain Davenport--- who turned out to be a notorious figure in the underworld with a sizeable bounty.[break][break] So there he sat in silence, while other prisoners from different places howled and cried and made attempts to escape. Emile simply accepted his fate and sat there, wallowing in despair. | ooc | tags SUZIE Q
notes "My body--- no, my entire being aches." |
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aka CHERRY BOY HUNTER
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Post by SUZIE Q on Dec 25, 2017 16:14:03 GMT -5
The beginning of the end started when the ship slowed. An almost imperceptible change to everyone below deck; but the escalating patter of footsteps and muffled voices from above would quickly clue all aboard that something was amiss.
Amidst the sounds of cannon fire came piercing, pointed steps—the unmistakable click of heels worn like a second skin. The doors to the cargo area were pushed open, and in strode a brunette with ceil eyes. She twirled a heavy-set key chain, rusted in the light and came to a stop before the mass of cages, one hand on her hip, the ship swaying under her feet.
"Marines," she said, casting her eye across the prisoners both quietened and riotous. "If you want to help us fight them, I'll set you free..."
A strange menace was clear in the air, but still some of the prisoners wavered. Those that were criminals were quick to clamor for release. Others, pained by torture, simply wanted an out. With a small, cruel smile, the woman clad in the colors of the pirate crew stalked about, the room soon echoing with the screech of metal being flung open.
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Post by HONODY EMILE on Dec 25, 2017 18:20:28 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Montserrat] [attr="class","mmk1"] | MY GOD, MY GOD, SHOW MERCY TO YOUR FAITHFUL SERVANT |
The male remained silent while others panicked amidst the announcement of Marines attacking the ship. It didn't change anything. Emile was still going to pass away soon. Whether it resulted from an execution or drowning didn't really concern the young man. However, upon hearing that they could possibly be set free, a part of Emile mistakenly began to cling to hope. It sparked a fire within him; the will to live and see the sun rise tomorrow grew and grew until the male found himself speaking without truly wishing to. "... I'll fight."No matter how far he ran, Hell always seemed to find him. | ooc | tags SUZIE Q
notes "My body--- no, my entire being aches." |
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aka CHERRY BOY HUNTER
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Post by SUZIE Q on Dec 27, 2017 20:09:38 GMT -5
As it turned out, everybody and their mother wanted a chance at freedom. Even if it meant turning civilians and merchant sailors into enemies of the World Government.
Yes, exactly. Desperation. To sniff that out on the breeze, picked out from the blood and sweat—that's where history was made.
Eventually she had freed all the prisoners of the hold, though the woman displayed no fear at being so wildly outnumbered now. "Form up," came the command. "I need to go a body count for the weapons we'll need. You can all use weapons, yes?" The end was as taunting as the smirk.
She strode around the group of several dozen, taking quick stock of the emaciated and the tortured—a hand trailing across their cuts, a roving eye that held gazes just a fraction longer than it should. Not much of a challenge, most, and that persistent sound of heels punctuated between cannon fire and the ship's rocking proved quite the contrast. Eventually, she stopped to the side.
"I do..." Beneath her feet a pink glow would suffuse out the floor, a heart traced across the wood and extending past the crowd of gathered delinquients.
"...love..."
She licked her lips.
"...traitors."
With a hiss like steam pink clouds would billow out from the floor, reducing visiblity to mere inches. Once it cleared, however, it was a grand sight: statues upon statues where flesh once stood, all in varying positions of shock, awe, and something a little worse. A clean sweep.
Or was it?
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Post by HONODY EMILE on Dec 27, 2017 20:40:58 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Montserrat] [attr="class","mmk1"] | MY GOD, MY GOD, SHOW MERCY TO YOUR FAITHFUL SERVANT |
For the first time in days, Emile rose and stood, unrestrained. It was an unsettling feeling, and that sensation didn't fade as he gazed around at the others who were free. They were ecstatic and bloodthirsty, ready to do anything for freedom. It disgusted him--- no, in that moment, Emile disgusted himself for following right along with them. His gaze found SUZIE Q, offering contempt as hatred towards her grew in his heart. The way she walked with absurd confidence, how her lips curled in a devilish manner when she spoke, the power she held over men who had nothing: it all made him angry. In those short, sweet moments, he contemplated how he would escape from this ship without having to fight anyone... and then everyone around him suddenly stopped moving and talking. He looked at those nearest to him, stumbling away from them in disbelief. They had become literal statues, just like in fairytales with witches and goblins. No words came from Emile as he stopped dead in his tracks after taking only three steps and looked back over at the woman who had claimed to be a pirate. He realized very quickly that violence was imminent, so he tried to rally together his spirit with anger, with righteous fury, with reckless abandon... but all that came forth was despair. Because he was unarmed, starving, and wasn't even sure that he wasn't dreaming. His body eventually moved on its own, the former prisoner attempting to put some distance between himself and the woman as he scrambled to think of a proper course of action. | ooc | tags SUZIE Q
notes "My body--- no, my entire being aches." |
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aka CHERRY BOY HUNTER
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Post by SUZIE Q on Dec 30, 2017 0:32:29 GMT -5
[attr="class","cherrymain"] [attr="class","cherrytop"]  [attr="class","cherrylyrics"]wanna be one of my pet peeves? [attr="class","cherrybody"]"Oh?" Blue eyes scanned through the flock of grey to spot someone still moving, still breathing. "Did I miss?" she wondered aloud to herself and she picked her way closer. "No... not likely. Something else, then."
He was trying to move away. But why run? There were no exits but the one behind her back. No weapons, no one to help. No options. But the vitae of a life trying to cling to whatever it had left felt tangible on the air and tasty on the lips. And now there was a burning curiosity from the woman who claimed to be a pirate. She didn't like when her powers, niche as they were, did not prove effective. It was always an on-going process to refine it further.
And truthfully, she hated playing seductress.
She was halfway to Honody Emile before the the door to the holding area burst open and some uniformed marines burst onto the scene. Casting a quick look at the armada of statues, they turned to the brunette, clearly unsurprised.
"Captain! The ship has been secured," one saluted.
Captain Q of the Marines glanced back, nodding after a moment. "Round up the survivors. The ones here were prisoners... but all too easily convinced to rebel against the World Government." Her face darkened at the thought of such broken resolve. And with that reminder, she turned to Emile.
"Come with me, let yourself be turned to stone, or die," she told the last prisoner. "Pick one of those three." [GoogleFont=Glass+Antiqua|Lancelot]
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Post by HONODY EMILE on Dec 30, 2017 9:59:38 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Montserrat] [attr="class","mmk1"] | DON'T RING THE BELL, THE DEVILS HAVE EARS |
Emile found himself with his back against the far-off bulkhead, watching as Marines gradually filed in. Knots formed in his gut as he watched them move amidst the forest of statues without a care in the world. It was like a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from, his senses honed by the rush of adrenaline through his veins. Upon hearing the ultimatum, the young man briefly considered surrender. Prison would be a lot more tolerable than death, and he would much rather not be a statue, but something within him did not want to yield. There was a burning desire to reject the fate that had been set before him. Emile's eyes behold SUZIE Q and the fire within him grows to a roaring inferno. He stepped forward, words seeping with venom rushing forth as he pushed away from the wall. "I'll never negotiate with a devil!"He swung on the first marine he encounters, taking them to the ground and breaking apart a random statue with a sickening crunch. In the ensuing scuffle, Emile rose with that marine's saber and proceeded to exchange blows with the numerous armed men that came his way. Even tired, hungry, and stiff, he was able to fend them off... at the moment. The rush of energy that a cornered animal can muster up would only last but so long. | ooc | tags stallas2
notes "Too many times, I have sacrificed myself for others." |
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aka CHERRY BOY HUNTER
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Post by SUZIE Q on Jan 5, 2018 23:08:27 GMT -5
[attr="class","cherrymain"] [attr="class","cherrytop"] [attr="class","cherrylyrics"]wanna be one of my pet peeves? [attr="class","cherrybody"]For a moment she only watched the ensuing scuffle, eyes as stony as the golems before her. Then, with a sharp raised hand, she waved the Marines away. At least, what remained of the group that weren't embroiled.
"Stay back," she ordered, features beginning to fume at the unforeseen exception. What would have been an otherwise flawless overtaking of the pirate ship and the securement of its 'cargo' instead lead to some desperate last stand that Suzie could do without. Had the prisoners chosen to keep faith with the World Government and stay in their cages, things would've been different. But here she was, cutting down bad men and civilians facing all kinds of darkness, begging for a little light.
Suzie drew her own sabre, uncharacteristically white as she advanced upon the commotion with heavy footsteps mimicking the chaos on deck above. From the blade rose a faint pink wind, flickering in the air. Her other hand went to her head, fingers playing across the roots of her hair as she removed the brunette wig to reveal the spiral of pink hair. He should at least know the true face of the devil.
"Whatever you were before, know that you're now an enemy of the Marines," she hissed, swinging her Lustvayne in a crescent moon where it couldn't strike her allies, both hands uniting on the hilt midway through. [GoogleFont=Glass+Antiqua|Lancelot]
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Post by HONODY EMILE on Jan 6, 2018 1:38:22 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Montserrat] [attr="class","mmk1"] | DON'T RING THE BELL, THE DEVILS HAVE EARS |
Emile took the first blow terribly, stumbling back as pain ebbed through his arms directly after he poorly parried her strike. Immediately, he was on the defensive, and his lack of strength and skill did not allow him go turn the tide... And, yet, Emile faced SUZIE Q with an unrelenting gaze, not breaking eye contact even as he stepped backward. "If the marines are full of devils, then I'll gladly be their enemy!"He stopped backing up, attempting to push forward with a strike of his own. Even if he couldn't open her up and ended up dying here, atleast he would not die a coward. | ooc | tags
notes "Too many times, I have sacrificed myself for others." |
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Post by SUZIE Q on Jan 14, 2018 10:05:27 GMT -5
[attr="class","cherrymain"] [attr="class","cherrytop"] [attr="class","cherrylyrics"]wanna be one of my pet peeves? [attr="class","cherrybody"]He was sluggish. Wild swings, wild hearts. Scuttling after that last leg of life as it whittled away in his breath with every blow. Truly, did the living succumb to that banal instinct of survival, no matter the cost. It was impressive... it was aggravating.
As Honody Emile changed stance to try and take the offensive, that was her vindictiveness. The ship had stopped swaying, the animals that were pirates, stopped braying. Statues that once were people shattered into pieces throughout their fight, marines looking on as the last problem aboard ship would be put to rest.
But I won't let you have the death you desire.
The strike was met with her own blade, and almost immediately the weapon would begin to crumble. That was how it went, how it always go. Every blow against her parry, even every successful nick against herself should there be such a thing, only lead to Honody Emile turning to dust and losing in the end. He was in no state to win by critical, nor by attrition. The guard pressed till his back was tight against the wall, and time was running out.
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Post by HONODY EMILE on Jan 14, 2018 18:32:37 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Montserrat] [attr="class","mmk1"] | DON'T RING THE BELL, THE DEVILS HAVE EARS |
With his weapon destroyed, Emile was forced backwards with ease. Every movement that SUZIE Q made induced intense fear, and despair once again crept into his heart. The places he had once dreamed of visiting, the wrongs he had wanted to right--- they wouldn't matter anymore. He was going to be felled, he thought, as his back crashed against one of the bulkheads and he was left with nowhere to go. There, with no options left, Emile simply stopped thinking. Everything--- imagining what was beyond the border of life and death, the faint memories of his mother, the dry raspiness of dehydration at the back of his throat--- it all vanished as raw instinct took hold. The man threw himself forward, stepping into Suzie's strike. It landed, embedding into his body as he swung forward with his right fist to strike the woman right in the face. If Emile was going to die, he would not die cowering and shitting himself. | ooc | tags
notes "Too many times, I have sacrificed myself for others." |
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