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Post by Brea Cao-Wei on Dec 12, 2012 20:09:46 GMT -5
Brea had his red katana stabbed into the deck, and was clinging onto it. Sopping wet blonde hair was matted to his head as he stood up with a grimace and a curse, noting the coincidence and irony of a badly souled sword being stabbed into a badly souled ship. He wiggled the blade free and slid it back into its sheath with a low hiss coming from the steel, before brushing his hair away from his eyes and scowling fiercely.
"Next time, a little earlier warning would be nice... Y'know, rather than asking if we're all here after you've submerged us under water with a few seconds notice?" He twisted the end of his shirt hidden beneath his armour, releasing an unpleasant amount of water. "But admittedly, it was fun."
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Post by Zaria DeGantz on Dec 12, 2012 22:54:43 GMT -5
Zaria was a bit taken aback by Romulus as she boarded the ship with the others. Here they were boarding what was to be a haunted ship, yet here stood- er sat a man before them. The very notion made her wonder. "How did you...?" She began, but it seemed the progression of events had begun too soon for her to finish her thoughts.
Before she really had a chance to do much else, the ship was moving to the surface. She held on to the closest pole and held her breath as the ship emerged to the surface.
As the ship came to rest on the surface, she looked around to see if any of the current team members were missing. Her long blue hair had come undone during the resurfacing, and she combed her fingers through it, pushing strands of wet hair out of her face and throwing it back over her shoulder.
"Next time, why don't you let someone who knows how to drive take the wheel?" She smirked at Mark. "Though I will admit, I do have to commend your ability to steal ships from the undead. Well done."
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Dec 12, 2012 23:26:54 GMT -5
"Thank you very much Miss DeGantz," Mark said with a small cough before taking off his hat and giving it a small wave, "And that's why I brought you along, I needed someone with experiences with a Undian Warship... granted this one is 1000 years older, and, uh, 'deader' than what you're used to but I assume you'll catch on nicely."
He stepped aside for her to take the wheel, "I'm captain only in spirit. Or if I need to do something important, OR if I feel like taking it on a joy ride! I'm sure you'll understand."
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Post by Zeke Omoihake on Dec 13, 2012 3:43:01 GMT -5
The faint whisper was all but ignored by Zeke, left only to the afterthoughts of his subconscious as he boarded the ship and wondered what would happen next. Left with a heart that only just began to settle down after their battle he could feel his chest thumping at the sight of the bizarre man in white that had rushed into the room.
"Whoa, you guys had a friend that could teleport and you still had us walk through the ocean? Very uncool Mark." It was an almost serious criticism, a flash of a half cocked smile betraying how glad he was to be back in action, wounds or not. Luckily for Zeke, having Mark actually summon the ghosts did sort of take away all the shock and surprise of their appearance. It was almost weirdly comical watching him chop the still conscious head off the captain, more Pirates of the Caribbean than Poltergeist.
After their harrowing journey to the top Zeke was fortunate that he found a suitable grip throwing his chain around one of the stair banisters, and aside from constantly having his ears pop on him he was good to go. His wounds were even hurting less, down to just a barely noticeable dull pain when he moved the limb. Heck he was even feeling good enough to make an awful pun!
"Heh, captain in spirit, I see what you did there. Ghost ship and all." He gave a smirk at his own cleverness, then got out of the Archangel's way before his smart-ass comment landed him a job scrubbing the deck.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Dec 13, 2012 11:42:01 GMT -5
"You can take that up with him, his lateness was a true let down in my plans," Mark waved his hands in dismiss of the criticism, "Alright people, well done. Step two is finished!" Mark yelled before clapping his hands together.
"Now time for step-" Mark stopped speaking and remained still, there was a slight rumbling that shuddered through the warship. It was barely noticeable but was gradually gaining strength, "Oh... you've got to be kidding me..."
Suddenly right ahead of them something broke from the surface, it was the creature from before. Most of its head was gone and it was bleeding out darkness into the ocean, but it still looked pissed!
"Miss DeGantz, MAKE THE WARSHIP TURN TO FIRE!" Mark yelled really quickly, he was attempting to remember the proper terms but he really didn't have time for such nonsense. The crew sprang to life, loading shells into the cannons from all three lairs of the warship.
They were about to figure out how strong this warship really was.
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Post by Romulus Jei Owen on Dec 13, 2012 17:39:18 GMT -5
Romulus was a little bemused by Mark's response upon seeing him. Part of him enjoyed how organized the Celestials seemed to be, always ready to some degree for his interjection in events, while the other part disliked the complete and utter ruination of his surprise entrance, a thing Romulus derived all too much enjoyment from. He wasn't quite sure which feeling was the strongest, but he figured it to something of a division of around %36.78 on the former, and %63.22 on the latter, the decimal points simply serving to make the young scientist assured in the precision of his numerically represented feelings.
Turning his nose up at the young angel's dismissive comment, Romulus felt all his planning fall apart in regards to how he was to introduce himself to everyone this time. Hopefully not engaging the the same faux pa as last time, Romulus made a specific note to avoid casually mentioning anyones demise, even if it was them in another timeline.
Snapping out of his slight daze upon the sound of a recognizable voice, Romulus turned to see his good 'ol buddy Zeke, and couldn't help but feel his spirits rise some. Sadly, with Mark's hasty exchange with the Captain, Romulus figured it'd be best to prepare for the ships ascension, and save the chit chat for afterwards. Making sure, first and foremost that he was in good care, Romulus then did his best to secure the others, not overtly, but just little alterations here and there; a quick change of frictional coefficients, a few alterations to directional forces, you know, little itty-bitty things.
Upon emerging, Romulus quickly meandered up to Zeke, mussing up his hair as he engaged his old friend for the first time.
"Ahh, Zeke, it's good to see you, my boy, and with both your arms too, at least for now, but I don't want to spoil anything, so don't bother inquiring..." Romulus trailed off with a jovial laugh, delivering the sentence in completely nonchalant manner.
"Anyway, don't pay attention to Mister Fri there, as I ARRIVE EXACTLY WHEN I'M SUPPOSED TO AND DO EXACTLY WHAT I NEED TO!" Romulus shouted, turning his head in a most accusatory manner to face the blonde celestial. In turning around, Romulus spotted the emergence of the creature that had been harassing Mark's crew before, reminding him not to get too involved with things, at least not yet. Turning back to Zeke, he gave him a quick pat on the shoulder, and leaned in close, whispering a few words into the young man's ears.
"Oops, looks like I've gotta step aside, but whatever you do, hold onto that little do-dad that you picked up, as it's super important, 'kay. Anyway, talk to ya later, pal." He said with a quick wink and a wave before consigning himself to the background, as this wasn't his battle, but a little meddling might be required.
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Post by Zaria DeGantz on Dec 13, 2012 18:58:57 GMT -5
"A most gracious offer, Sir Fri." She said. "Dead doesn't bother me. As long as they've all got ears, we'll get along nicely." With that, she took the wheel and wasted no time with maneuvering the large vessel.
Just as the creature arose from the water, she saw the crew was already listening to Mark's orders. It was technically his ship, but the signals were getting mixed as to who's authority they should be listening to.
"It seems you've already done my job for me." Zaria remarked, at seeing that the crew was already preparing the ship's weapons. Not that she was upset, as it needed to be done regardless. She was merely unsure if the crew would listen to her so willingly as they did with Mark.
She steered the ship around for a better angle of attack. "FIRE!" She commanded, once she had the right angle on the ship. "Let's see what this ghost vessel can do."
It was clear that the creature looked pretty rough, but what was not clear was how much fight it still had left in it. If there was one thing Zaria understood- it was to never underestimate the enemy.
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Post by Brea Cao-Wei on Dec 13, 2012 19:10:07 GMT -5
'Those tentacles look nasty... If we take one of those to the mast, we'll be rowing to our destination, and that's if we even survive...'
Brea undid the Undian headband wrapped around his forehead, and tied it around his left arm instead. Reaching into his breastplate, he pulled out his original Itan-Sha headband, and attached it in the Undian's place. With that done, he detatched his steel katana, sheath and all and walked casually to the side of the ship. With one swift jump, he was stood on the railing, sheathed blade held in his right hand. He twisted his body away so that his left shoulder faced the beast, and his left hand wrapped lightly around the hilt of the blade as he narrowed his eyes and waited. He'd let the guns handle the offence... He was fine with the defense.
"Ichiken... Bōei..."
His defensive stance was ready. He felt the ship rock as the guns fired, but he held firm, prepared for whatever attack came their way.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Dec 13, 2012 19:59:26 GMT -5
The shells fired off on her command, the shot was filled with so much power that the ship rocked to the side for a moment before regaining balance. The shells flew through the sky and slammed into the creature... than exploded.
"Alright, explosive shells!" Mark grinned wide as the creature bled more darkness into the water.
Mark could understand why this ship managed to sink its own fleet, a flagship with this power could destroy any ship if lined up correctly. It was astounding, really.
As the smoke vanished the devastation was pretty clear, the rest of the creature was now fading away. The creature was dead now... this time for real.
"This will work nicely..." Mark grinned while leaning on the rails. He glanced back at Zaria and gave her a nod, "Nice job Captain. Cheers for our victory, hm?"
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Post by Brea Cao-Wei on Dec 14, 2012 5:25:39 GMT -5
Brea didn't need to be asked twice.
When the creature started to disappear he let out a whoop, thrusting his right hand and his blade into the air, the composure of his stance completely broken for a moment at the joy of knowing that he wouldn't have to actually do anything against the monster. With a grin still on his face, he took a step backwards, back onto the deck, and tied his katana back to his side, underneath the red blade. He gave a large thumbs up in the direction of the wheel, before swapping his headbands back over, the Itan-Sha engraving disappearing into his armour in order to be replaced by the Undian symbol.
"That was a nice big boom! I couldn't have done better myself..." He admitted with a nod as he rested his forearms against the railing, staring out at the devastation of the attack. He was used to boats now. When he'd first signed up with Unda, the idea of working on warships had unnerved him, he was a warrior, and believed fighting on solid land, but he also picked up on things quickly. He had learned from his marines the arts of fighting on the high seas, and they in turn had learned how to properly hold and wield a sword. Because blades forbid, they wouldn't have stood up to an Itan-Sha recruit before he'd come along. He smiled fondly as he thought of the marines that he'd trained, hoping they were doing their job of protecting the President.
He turned towards Mark and gave him a broad grin. "Okay, sort-of-captain..." He said motioning out to the space before them. "Where to next..?"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Dec 14, 2012 21:56:27 GMT -5
"We give ourselves a moment to breath, we have wounded and we need everyone at their top level for where we're going..." Mark nodded while slipping his blades away before looking over at Zaria, "Direct our course until we're nice and far into the ocean. We'll set anchor up there and rest the night, once everyone is ready we'll set off again in the morning."
Mark thought about telling where they'd be going next, but the amount of questions that would come or the doubts of survival that would cross their minds? It wasn't worth that right now, Mark knew well enough that where they were going it was unlikely everyone would be returning.
It was better that everyone get sleep without worry...
Mark feared that for some of them, it'd be their last.
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Ingway Desmodius
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Nothing sets the eyes so agleam, like the prospect of riches ripe to redeem
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Post by Ingway Desmodius on Dec 15, 2012 0:54:12 GMT -5
Mark's reappearance helped to inspire some degree confidence in me, something that I had felt dwindling with the continually worsening situation. Somehow thought, seeing Mark singlehanded slay the creature with his angelic power made me realize just how small I was in this whole hero business, but I can't say that I was terribly surprised by that at this point.
Speaking of surprises, I couldn't believe the sheer lack of treasure to be had upon such a magnificent ship, but the amazing structure and decor of the ancient warship in itself was a bit of a treat for an experienced historian and architect such as myself.
"Still, a bit of glitter and gleam would've been a nice treat..." I thought to myself before promptly rebuking such notions, remembering that this was supposed to be about more then treasure. Getting my head back in the game with the sudden shifting sensation underfoot, I quickly tethered myself to one of the masts and braced for the violent ascension of the ship, clenching in preparation before genuinely struggling and straining against the amazing pressure as the old vessel shot up through the darks waters.
Falling to my knees upon breaking through to the water's surface and coughing up what little sea water I had accidentally ingested, I did my best to stand, the mast serving as a great boon once again. Wiping the salty drops of water from my chin, I could hear a familiar cry as the tentacled beast emerged likewise from the water's depths, no doubt giving chase to our now sea-worthy crew.
Still reeling from the sudden ascension and the ill state it brought upon me, I knew I'd be of little use till I could properly orient myself, and even so, knew to an extent of how little use I'd be against the creature in juxtaposition to most of the other participants in this fight. The best I could do was volley arrows, at least at this distance, lest I choose to expunge one of the more potent, deadly and scarcely limited "weapons" I possessed in my arsenal, but that was something I would've preferred to avoid unless absolutely necessary.
Bracing myself and feeling rather confident in Mark and his abilities, I took the time to recover, seeing fit to abstain from fighting rather then exert myself and do some potentially lasting harm. And such a decision I soon found to be in good judgement, as the ship lobbed several devastating rounds into the beast, seemingly wiping it from the sea and existence as I knew it in earth-shaking blast. Letting myself drop back to my knees, I nestled my back up against the mast, seeing all to fit to acquiesce to Mark's newest command and rest.
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Post by Zaria DeGantz on Dec 15, 2012 2:21:24 GMT -5
"Will do." Zaria nodded, steering the ship in the direction it needed to be. She gave orders to the undead crew to get the ship moving. After all, there was only so much she could do at just the wheel. A Captain...(er...a half Captain in her case) was nothing without the help of the crew afterall.
Her long blue hair fluttered freely in the breeze, and she concentrated on the task at hand. She hadn't had the time to properly see how everyone else was doing, but she hoped none of the team members were doing too poorly. "How's everyone doing?" She asked. "What's our overall condition?"
She wasn't sure what lay in store, but she had a feeling the adventure was only beginning.
This was much more excitement than she'd anticipated when Benjamin had promoted her, but she was enjoying it so far. She only hoped she wouldn't disappoint him.
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Ramirez De Zoro
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I swear. Everyone here gets so worked up over the most minute details.
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Post by Ramirez De Zoro on Dec 15, 2012 10:40:18 GMT -5
Ramirez was finally able to write in his journal about this trip. Sitting on the deck, he described the squid monster, the crew, the ship, and the heroes here, so that they could be published in the Dunnzol's library. He filled up one of the journals and then grabbed a new one to finished up his notes.
"Quite an interesting journey so far. Still needs a lot of research to do..." He said as he stood up and walked to the lower decks of the ship.
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Post by Brea Cao-Wei on Dec 15, 2012 12:20:42 GMT -5
Brea did a mental check of his physical state. When you've been through enough, you develop an instinct, and ability to be able to make a mental listing of how much pain you were currently feeling, where it was, just how bad it was, and if it was possible to do anything about it. As Brea went through his entire body, he came to the conclusion that nothing was damaged seriously, there was a dull thudding pain on his right hand side which had been caused by a side swipe from a tentacle, but he gathered that no ribs were broken, cracked or fractured in any way, shape or form.
"Cuts and bruises." He admitted, straightening up, and looking around at the others. "Nothing too serious, I'm pretty sure most of the blood that's on me isn't mine, more likely belonging to that nice, big nasty that we blew to Kingdom Come." He wiped some of said blood off of his arm as he spoke with a grimace.
"What about everyone else? No-one's got anything worse than batterings and bruises have they..? I can perform a little bit of field surgery, for cuts and burns, but I'm no healer."
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