Apocalypse Alice
Danny "Dorito" Devito
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Of Ships and Shells {GinjaGen+Alice}
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GinjaGen
Not-so-Sneaky Ninja
The flash of lightning streaked across the sky. The sound of the creaking boards of the deck drowned out by the whipping of the wind, the crashing of the large waves, and then the bone shaking booms of the thunder. The deck was soaked and glistening in the near pitch black environment of the storm, though it lit up like a firework as lightning crossed the sky. Sailors were skating their way across the deck, grabbing on to everything and anything they could, lest they be swept off of the deck. Many had smartly wrapped a cord around their waists in hopes that it would help keep them from being washed into their dark watery graves, but most knew that in the end, a rope was unlikely to save them.
"Hoist the sails!" A deep booming slightly accented voice shouted over the wind, waves and thunder. The fact that his voice carried even with the roar of the storm gave the casual listener a clue as to his powerful nature. He was like a mountain, standing next to the ship's large wheel, barely moving as the ship tossed and turned, as if he couldn't be bothered to move. Where others had looks of fear on their face as lightning crashed across the sky, his face was calm, collected, and calculating.
"What a storm." The man next to him said as he gripped the wheel, his wet red hair slicked against his face. Unlike the mountain, this man was smaller, and not quite as immediately impressive. However, to underestimate him would be a mistake. His eyes flashed, but not fear, or in time with the lightning. No, they flashed in excitement. He was enjoying the danger, the adventure of the storm. His partner nodded stoically, a large dark hand strongly planted on the helm for balance, though the way he was unmoving with even the toughest of blows from the waves made it seem as though this was mostly for show.
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Hours later, the ship pulled into the protective cove of a port. They weren't even sure what port it was, only that it was land, they had not immediately been attacked, and they were damn tired. All of the factors had made the port welcoming in the eyes of these men, who by this point looked like drowned rats as a majority of them hunkered in their bunks trying to keep warm.
In the protective arms of the cove, the wind was much less, and the captain of the ship, the Shark's Bite, stood silently at the wheel as the anchor was lowered and the few remaining men scampered into to their bunks as well for a well earned rest.
His sharp eyes scanned the landscape of the port, made up of a small village, looking for recognizable landmarks. He saw none. The storm had blown them far from their normal area, and though Mako had traveled much of the ocean, there were far too many islands for him to have known them all. He wondered where they might be.
"All accounted for. No casualties." The deep rumbling voice of his compatriot came up beside him as the larger man approached the captain on the left, speaking in the tongue of the island they had been raised on.
"Thank you Aleiru." Mako replied, also in their native tongue. He wondered where they were, and secretly hoped it was somewhere exciting.
"Hoist the sails!" A deep booming slightly accented voice shouted over the wind, waves and thunder. The fact that his voice carried even with the roar of the storm gave the casual listener a clue as to his powerful nature. He was like a mountain, standing next to the ship's large wheel, barely moving as the ship tossed and turned, as if he couldn't be bothered to move. Where others had looks of fear on their face as lightning crashed across the sky, his face was calm, collected, and calculating.
"What a storm." The man next to him said as he gripped the wheel, his wet red hair slicked against his face. Unlike the mountain, this man was smaller, and not quite as immediately impressive. However, to underestimate him would be a mistake. His eyes flashed, but not fear, or in time with the lightning. No, they flashed in excitement. He was enjoying the danger, the adventure of the storm. His partner nodded stoically, a large dark hand strongly planted on the helm for balance, though the way he was unmoving with even the toughest of blows from the waves made it seem as though this was mostly for show.
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Hours later, the ship pulled into the protective cove of a port. They weren't even sure what port it was, only that it was land, they had not immediately been attacked, and they were damn tired. All of the factors had made the port welcoming in the eyes of these men, who by this point looked like drowned rats as a majority of them hunkered in their bunks trying to keep warm.
In the protective arms of the cove, the wind was much less, and the captain of the ship, the Shark's Bite, stood silently at the wheel as the anchor was lowered and the few remaining men scampered into to their bunks as well for a well earned rest.
His sharp eyes scanned the landscape of the port, made up of a small village, looking for recognizable landmarks. He saw none. The storm had blown them far from their normal area, and though Mako had traveled much of the ocean, there were far too many islands for him to have known them all. He wondered where they might be.
"All accounted for. No casualties." The deep rumbling voice of his compatriot came up beside him as the larger man approached the captain on the left, speaking in the tongue of the island they had been raised on.
"Thank you Aleiru." Mako replied, also in their native tongue. He wondered where they were, and secretly hoped it was somewhere exciting.
Apocalypse Alice
Danny "Dorito" Devito
Morning had come with grey skies, and despite her friends' admonitions that she ought to stay down in the deep with them and not go off getting herself into trouble, one sea-creature couldn't help but obey her curious instincts. Recently, the girl had discovered a set of underwater ruins near the coastline of an island that floated near her underwater home. She'd not seen anything quite like these ruins before, inside there were many treasures, and she enjoyed trying on all the different pieces of what she guessed was human jewelry, then looking at herself in a shattered mirror that she'd found there on the ocean's floor.
As she enjoyed her explorations and her costuming, the sea had slowly begun to change. On the above-world, the sky had only gone darker and darker still, with flashes of lighting occasionally brightening the world for seconds at a time. The girl didn't even notice anything was wrong- until, that is, the thunder started. Having never heard thunder before, the girl swam to the top, curious as ever, wondering what sort of creature would make that kind of explosive roar. Unfortunately for her, there was absolutely nothing exciting about what she found.
Today was only supposed to be another day of exploration, and instead, it had turned into a terrifying, horrifying, absolutely scare-ifying night where the waves were so tall that poor Cephanya couldn't even see the stars. As the ocean churned beneath the howling winds, the octomaid found herself thrust about by the tide. She was definitely at the ocean's mercy, and despite her lower body's usual strength, the girl couldn't seem to gain the traction she needed to escape. Instead, the waters carried her further and further away from home, and the further away it carried her, the more and more frightened she became. At some point during the storm, Ceph had lost consciousness, falling into a deep slumber as the tide rolled and rocked her all the way to a distant land's shores.
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The sound of men speaking woke Cephanya from her sleeping. Footsteps overhead surprised her, and within a few moments she realized she was underneath a dock of sorts. Just across from her was a ship, anchored down. She assumed quickly as she rubbed her eyes that the voices she heard speaking were people who had either come off of that very boat... or who were greeting those inside the boat. In any case, she also knew that they were humans- which meant that she was still in danger, though it appeared that the storm had finally passed.
As she listened, she found that she couldn't quite understand what was being said between the two voices. Though fear was still coursing through her veins, the girl couldn't help but to become more and more curious still, and so, she began to swim out from under the dock, closer to the ship.
As she swam, however, she saw that there was a very small crack in the wood of the underside of the human ship. A frown formed on her lips. While she had absolutely no intention to befriend these humans by any means, she also couldn't, in good conscience, not tell them that their home was broken. (Or at least, she assumed that's what boats were for.) She also didn't want to be seen, though, and so, she swam to the very edge of the boat, where she was (mostly) certain she couldn't be seen by the humans, and shouted in the common "English" tongue she'd been taught to speak when meeting humans;
"....Your boat has a crack. You should fix it." As soon as she'd spoke, she made a face as if there was a poor taste in her mouth. English felt so awkward and jagged compared to Mer-speak.
As she enjoyed her explorations and her costuming, the sea had slowly begun to change. On the above-world, the sky had only gone darker and darker still, with flashes of lighting occasionally brightening the world for seconds at a time. The girl didn't even notice anything was wrong- until, that is, the thunder started. Having never heard thunder before, the girl swam to the top, curious as ever, wondering what sort of creature would make that kind of explosive roar. Unfortunately for her, there was absolutely nothing exciting about what she found.
Today was only supposed to be another day of exploration, and instead, it had turned into a terrifying, horrifying, absolutely scare-ifying night where the waves were so tall that poor Cephanya couldn't even see the stars. As the ocean churned beneath the howling winds, the octomaid found herself thrust about by the tide. She was definitely at the ocean's mercy, and despite her lower body's usual strength, the girl couldn't seem to gain the traction she needed to escape. Instead, the waters carried her further and further away from home, and the further away it carried her, the more and more frightened she became. At some point during the storm, Ceph had lost consciousness, falling into a deep slumber as the tide rolled and rocked her all the way to a distant land's shores.
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The sound of men speaking woke Cephanya from her sleeping. Footsteps overhead surprised her, and within a few moments she realized she was underneath a dock of sorts. Just across from her was a ship, anchored down. She assumed quickly as she rubbed her eyes that the voices she heard speaking were people who had either come off of that very boat... or who were greeting those inside the boat. In any case, she also knew that they were humans- which meant that she was still in danger, though it appeared that the storm had finally passed.
As she listened, she found that she couldn't quite understand what was being said between the two voices. Though fear was still coursing through her veins, the girl couldn't help but to become more and more curious still, and so, she began to swim out from under the dock, closer to the ship.
As she swam, however, she saw that there was a very small crack in the wood of the underside of the human ship. A frown formed on her lips. While she had absolutely no intention to befriend these humans by any means, she also couldn't, in good conscience, not tell them that their home was broken. (Or at least, she assumed that's what boats were for.) She also didn't want to be seen, though, and so, she swam to the very edge of the boat, where she was (mostly) certain she couldn't be seen by the humans, and shouted in the common "English" tongue she'd been taught to speak when meeting humans;
"....Your boat has a crack. You should fix it." As soon as she'd spoke, she made a face as if there was a poor taste in her mouth. English felt so awkward and jagged compared to Mer-speak.
GinjaGen
Not-so-Sneaky Ninja
Aleiru and Mako were deep in conversation in the native language about what they should do while in the small port when the voice came up from what seemed like the depths of the ocean. Now, these two were highly aware, and, after years of fighting both on the land and sea, they were quite difficult to startle. Their eyes were constantly scanning the surroundings, making sure that there were no current threats.
Still, when a voice came up from below them - a direction one doesn't typically examine when standing on a pier - they both jumped and partially drew their weapons, thinking they were about to be ambushed and that this seemingly temperate and safe cove was anything but safe.
Then, still at the ready, their heads traveled down to the water near the edge of their boat, scanning the water where they thought the voice had come from. They didn't see anything in the turquoise water of the port. The stranger was very well camouflaged, which further made them nervous. It had been a female voice, and many pirates would have simply scoffed away any danger related to the opposite gender. These two, however, had grown up in a tribal community that taught the women to fight with the men, and the Shark's Bite had interacted with a couple of female run pirate ships in their times on the many seas, so they understood the danger a woman could pose to them.
However, their brains finally processed what the voice had said, and simultaneously their heads turned to the hull of their beloved ship, the mysterious voice momentarily forgotten as their concern for their cherished ship took over. Aleiru and Mako shared a look, and with a careful, practiced movement, Mako ditched anything important or heavy on the dock and dove gracefully into the water next to the ship, the water swallowing him with barely a splash.
He swam with confidence and skill, almost better than a human ought to be able to, arriving at the side of the boat quickly. His eyes, stinging with the sudden salt water, scanned the side of the boat, too focused on it to noticed the octomaid right next to it. Sure enough, there appeared to be a crack, thankfully not too big. He popped back up to the surface, taking a big breath, water streaming and sparkling as it flowed through his dark red hair and down his face in small rivers.
"There's a crack. It's fixable. Could have been a big problem." He shouted to Aleiru up on the dock in their native tongue.
Then, realizing he was next to where the voice had come from, he suddenly turned to thank the kind person who had warned them about the ship. "Thank you-" He began, then paused as he took in the view in front of him.
Still, when a voice came up from below them - a direction one doesn't typically examine when standing on a pier - they both jumped and partially drew their weapons, thinking they were about to be ambushed and that this seemingly temperate and safe cove was anything but safe.
Then, still at the ready, their heads traveled down to the water near the edge of their boat, scanning the water where they thought the voice had come from. They didn't see anything in the turquoise water of the port. The stranger was very well camouflaged, which further made them nervous. It had been a female voice, and many pirates would have simply scoffed away any danger related to the opposite gender. These two, however, had grown up in a tribal community that taught the women to fight with the men, and the Shark's Bite had interacted with a couple of female run pirate ships in their times on the many seas, so they understood the danger a woman could pose to them.
However, their brains finally processed what the voice had said, and simultaneously their heads turned to the hull of their beloved ship, the mysterious voice momentarily forgotten as their concern for their cherished ship took over. Aleiru and Mako shared a look, and with a careful, practiced movement, Mako ditched anything important or heavy on the dock and dove gracefully into the water next to the ship, the water swallowing him with barely a splash.
He swam with confidence and skill, almost better than a human ought to be able to, arriving at the side of the boat quickly. His eyes, stinging with the sudden salt water, scanned the side of the boat, too focused on it to noticed the octomaid right next to it. Sure enough, there appeared to be a crack, thankfully not too big. He popped back up to the surface, taking a big breath, water streaming and sparkling as it flowed through his dark red hair and down his face in small rivers.
"There's a crack. It's fixable. Could have been a big problem." He shouted to Aleiru up on the dock in their native tongue.
Then, realizing he was next to where the voice had come from, he suddenly turned to thank the kind person who had warned them about the ship. "Thank you-" He began, then paused as he took in the view in front of him.
Apocalypse Alice
Danny "Dorito" Devito
Almost as soon as the words had left her lips, regret pumped through her veins. She'd gotten their attention, sure, but was she really certain she wanted it? Her last interaction with humans had been... shoddy at best. What if they thought she put the crack there? What if they tried to catch her? Torn between lending a hand and swimming back under the dock, she just floated there, staring dumbly at the hole in the side of the ship.
Her decision was almost made for her when she heard the sound of weapons moving from their sheaths- she knew that sound from the accident, and she jetted close to the ship's side, preparing to dart under the water if the need should arise.
It was quiet. It seemed as if the humans were... just as surprised and nervous as she was. With a little bit of sense, however, she was able to realize that they were probably more shocked at the arrival of some disembodied voice- her voice, that is. Perhaps she should have thought about her method of informing them, first. Too late for that now, Ceph thought to herself. In any case, all she could hope for was that they'd not take offense to her claims about their ship. She slowly swam a little closer still. It wouldn't do for her to keep hiding like this. If they were going to attack, she'd rather see them coming, so she could at least have a moment to prepare to fight.
The voices chattered back and forth, and it became clear, however, that the sailors- there were two of them if her hearing was any good at all- were far more interested in the wellbeing of their ship than in capturing disembodied voices. One of them dove into the water, and as if on command, panic coursed through the octomaid's veins. Maybe she'd heard wrong? They were still speaking in their own tongue, perhaps they didn't understand her English? Or perhaps, she'd spoken it all wrong and accidentally insulted one of them?
It seemed, however, that the figure that had dived in really was only interested in the crack in the side of the ship, and a little sigh of relief escaped her lips- though she continued to back away, just in case. At this point, she'd settled down enough to examine his features. He looked similar to the humans she'd met before, yet at the same time, he looked entirely different than the others. She wasn't quite sure what to make of his hair, its vibrant color was one she'd only ever seen under the waves. Then again, she'd only actually met seven humans total, eight now, including him.
But then he spoke, and any thought processes she might have had about him ceased. He was staring right at her, and as much as she wanted to dive into the water and leave as quickly as she could, the most movement she could muster was to dip down further into the water so that the water raised up over her nose, leaving only her eyes and up visible. She lifted her fingers up out of the water and wiggled them, as if to say, "No problem."
Her decision was almost made for her when she heard the sound of weapons moving from their sheaths- she knew that sound from the accident, and she jetted close to the ship's side, preparing to dart under the water if the need should arise.
It was quiet. It seemed as if the humans were... just as surprised and nervous as she was. With a little bit of sense, however, she was able to realize that they were probably more shocked at the arrival of some disembodied voice- her voice, that is. Perhaps she should have thought about her method of informing them, first. Too late for that now, Ceph thought to herself. In any case, all she could hope for was that they'd not take offense to her claims about their ship. She slowly swam a little closer still. It wouldn't do for her to keep hiding like this. If they were going to attack, she'd rather see them coming, so she could at least have a moment to prepare to fight.
The voices chattered back and forth, and it became clear, however, that the sailors- there were two of them if her hearing was any good at all- were far more interested in the wellbeing of their ship than in capturing disembodied voices. One of them dove into the water, and as if on command, panic coursed through the octomaid's veins. Maybe she'd heard wrong? They were still speaking in their own tongue, perhaps they didn't understand her English? Or perhaps, she'd spoken it all wrong and accidentally insulted one of them?
It seemed, however, that the figure that had dived in really was only interested in the crack in the side of the ship, and a little sigh of relief escaped her lips- though she continued to back away, just in case. At this point, she'd settled down enough to examine his features. He looked similar to the humans she'd met before, yet at the same time, he looked entirely different than the others. She wasn't quite sure what to make of his hair, its vibrant color was one she'd only ever seen under the waves. Then again, she'd only actually met seven humans total, eight now, including him.
But then he spoke, and any thought processes she might have had about him ceased. He was staring right at her, and as much as she wanted to dive into the water and leave as quickly as she could, the most movement she could muster was to dip down further into the water so that the water raised up over her nose, leaving only her eyes and up visible. She lifted her fingers up out of the water and wiggled them, as if to say, "No problem."
GinjaGen
Not-so-Sneaky Ninja
Before Mako was a woman floating effortlessly in the water. He couldn't help but notice that she was beautiful, with dark skin, and striking turquoise hair. Mako was a sucker for unusual hair colors, as could probably be be seen by his own striking hair, and he was a bit curious as to her apparent lack of conventional clothing. Mako would have been entirely stunned by her unusual beauty as it was, but there was a significant detail that was distracting him and further stunning him.
The woman's lower half was an octopus.
During his travels he had heard many stories of mermaids - most being the stories of them luring sailors to their doom- but had heard nothing of octomaids. In fact, he couldn't even comprehend what he was seeing right away. He decided it must be a trick of the light... Somehow.
He watched still stunned as the woman sank slightly under the water and waved her hands, apparently trying to tell him that is was no big deal.
"Uh..." Mako said, trying to recover, his movements to stay afloat increasing slightly as he realized he had practically stopped moving while examining her and had been .. "What I was saying..." Mako said, messing up his English in his state of general confusion." Thank you. We wouldn't have noticed the hole otherwise. We could have sunk."
Mako was suddenly struck by the fact that the woman was now going to disappear, and he was so curious he just couldn't have that. He swam closer very slowly.
"My name is Mako." He continued, "what's your name?"
Aleiru was now squatting at the edge of the dock, his dark eyes staring at his friend, who was inturn staring at and talking to someone that Aleiru himself couldn't see.
Being so focused on the confusion in the water, he was in characteristically I observant, and didn't notice a set of shadows approaching - not until it was too late.
Mako heard an odd thump, and turned to see Aleiru slumped on the dock, two men huddled over him. Instantly, and instinctually, he grabbed the woman's arm and pulled himself around the ship, pushing her gently against the boat, his finger to his lips.
"What was he looking at?" A man asked as he tied Aleiru up.
They haven't seen me. Mako thought wish diminished relief.
"I don't know..." A man with a distinctly Portuguese accent replied, scanning the water.
Mako knew that voice. It was one of the man who had kidnapped them from their island and slaughtered their family. The specific man who had ordered them beaten when they had resisted, and who had killed their adoptive father in front of them.
What is he doing here?!
There was a moment of silence. "We need to find the other one to get him off of our back-" the first man said before he was cut off. Mako could imagine the look the Portuguese man gave his cohort, having seen the look himself.
"He'll come for his friend." The Portuguese man said. Then there were the sounds of boots on the dock, heading for shore.
Mako's face had gone red. It had taken everything in him not to just fight them. Alas, in diving in, he had left his sword and gun on the dock, and as brave as he was, fighting people from the water without any kind of weapon would be incredibly difficult and could result in Aleiru's death. No. He had to wait. He had to sit there and listen as his unconscious friend was dragged away down the dock by a cold blooded murderor.
The woman's lower half was an octopus.
During his travels he had heard many stories of mermaids - most being the stories of them luring sailors to their doom- but had heard nothing of octomaids. In fact, he couldn't even comprehend what he was seeing right away. He decided it must be a trick of the light... Somehow.
He watched still stunned as the woman sank slightly under the water and waved her hands, apparently trying to tell him that is was no big deal.
"Uh..." Mako said, trying to recover, his movements to stay afloat increasing slightly as he realized he had practically stopped moving while examining her and had been .. "What I was saying..." Mako said, messing up his English in his state of general confusion." Thank you. We wouldn't have noticed the hole otherwise. We could have sunk."
Mako was suddenly struck by the fact that the woman was now going to disappear, and he was so curious he just couldn't have that. He swam closer very slowly.
"My name is Mako." He continued, "what's your name?"
Aleiru was now squatting at the edge of the dock, his dark eyes staring at his friend, who was inturn staring at and talking to someone that Aleiru himself couldn't see.
Being so focused on the confusion in the water, he was in characteristically I observant, and didn't notice a set of shadows approaching - not until it was too late.
Mako heard an odd thump, and turned to see Aleiru slumped on the dock, two men huddled over him. Instantly, and instinctually, he grabbed the woman's arm and pulled himself around the ship, pushing her gently against the boat, his finger to his lips.
"What was he looking at?" A man asked as he tied Aleiru up.
They haven't seen me. Mako thought wish diminished relief.
"I don't know..." A man with a distinctly Portuguese accent replied, scanning the water.
Mako knew that voice. It was one of the man who had kidnapped them from their island and slaughtered their family. The specific man who had ordered them beaten when they had resisted, and who had killed their adoptive father in front of them.
What is he doing here?!
There was a moment of silence. "We need to find the other one to get him off of our back-" the first man said before he was cut off. Mako could imagine the look the Portuguese man gave his cohort, having seen the look himself.
"He'll come for his friend." The Portuguese man said. Then there were the sounds of boots on the dock, heading for shore.
Mako's face had gone red. It had taken everything in him not to just fight them. Alas, in diving in, he had left his sword and gun on the dock, and as brave as he was, fighting people from the water without any kind of weapon would be incredibly difficult and could result in Aleiru's death. No. He had to wait. He had to sit there and listen as his unconscious friend was dragged away down the dock by a cold blooded murderor.
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