Sailing the Fires: Pirate Role Play

"Wonderful!" Violet said, starting to chatter about different cheeses and meats. Eventually she ended with a rant about how to properly wash vegetables once they entered the kitchen. "Sorry. I tend to talk a lot about ingredients sometimes. Some people just don't know how to clean a piece of celery, and frankly I just think that's crazy." She ducked behind the counter to pull out a large frying pan. "Ugh. This thing needs a good scrubbing." she said. "Luckily these days ships have running water!" She began washing a few dishes, and looked up at Jayson. "So what's your story?" she asked. "Got any family out there you care to tell about?" She dipped the pan fully underwater, putting suds up to her elbow.


(sorry about my lethargy today! had to get groceries! I have to go to this dinner/dance fundraiser thing later with my grandparents, so I'll be off again. I feel really crappy about being off so much today!)
 
Rowena beamed and folded her arms across her chest. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" She removed her trademark hat and brushed her silky brown hair out of her face. What an easy test. Is that all it took to become a pirate? To be able to roll a barrel over to the captain? Haha! No.


The pirate captain sat down on the barrel and stared harshly at the still magma, as if waiting for something to appear from it and try to kill them. "Here's the real test now." It seems she was right. Unsheathing her sword, Rowena twirled the kampilan around in her hands before getting ready to fight whatever was going to emerge from the fiery pits.


Robin sat on the deck, leaning against the railing, he wondered why the captain was getting ready for a fight. Was she going to duel the new guy like she did with the other two? No, this time the pirate looked serious, her face seemed to be the slightest bit twisted as she recalled her previous encounter with whatever she was going to fight.


Taking out his own machetes, Robin narrowed his icy blue eyes and scanned the area. His muscles tensed up in the anticipation. What were they waiting for? Robin heard the captain call everyone on deck, causing him to grip his swords tightly. What in Calcifer's name was going to happen?


((I'm alive guys! :D I have been taking part of something called "Real Life" >3< but I'm back now!))
 
"That should do it." Vance had finally set the last of the traps and was prepared for the worst. The knives were rigged to impale the target when the trigger was pulled on the guns. The weapons glowed with a blue hue, signaling that the chips inside them were working. Vance decided that using modified weaponry would be best for the possible threat.


He sat on a barrel, serious eyes gazing at the sea of lava. The moment everything seemed fine, he saw the magma ripple a little. This may have seemed like a normal gas bubble from the heat, but Vanve knew better. "It's coming!" He jumped onto the main deck, slipping a black glove onto his right hand. His eyes narrowed at the magma, pistols ready to fire. Close combat wouldn't be useful at the current moment.
 
Reeves raised an eyebrow at this mention of the "real test", leaning over the side of the railing to look at the magma. It didn't seem like much of anything was happening. He was about to ask what this real test was, but he didn't want to look foolish, so he kept his mouth shut.
 
( :0 what is this..."real life" you speak of?))


"I don't mind at all that you talk so much about your ingredients. Heck, I wouldn't mind if you talked TO them!" Jayson laughed a little at his own, sucky joke. He really liked spending time with Violet, she was a good friend to have around. Little did Jayson know that his creator was an EVIL mastermind and planned on using him on another level. Anywho, Jason told Violet about his family and how they all said pirates were bad. Obviously, Jayson didn't agree with them.


Jayson was also completely unaware of the fuss on deck. Whatever it was, it was BAAAD. Not hat Jayson would know. He hadn't a care in the world, not that he usually did. But, whenever their little 'situation' planned on showing it's face, Jayson would be in for the first big battle he'd ever fought in. Maybe, I dunno, the fight's not my idea.
 
"Don't tempt me!" Violet joked. "And how funny! I myself was raised by pirates, gypsies, and the like! And look at me now! I think I've turned out fine. Only stole a few things in my entire life, and the people I acquired the items from were arrogant merchants just waiting to get pickpocketed!" She shut her mouth. Maybe talking about her criminal side wasn't such a good idea. Even with Jayson.


Something was happening up on deck. But Violet wasn't done drying! With a sigh, she put down the pan. "Sounds like somethin is goin on up there." she said, mostly to change the subject from her theft. She decided to leave it at that. She didn't want to go up there unless she was sure it was important. She pulled some meat from the freezer and put it in hot water to thaw. Then she began chopping and slicing various vegetables on the cutting board, keeping her attention on Jayson.
 
Jayson just nodded along to all of her stories and such. It was interesting to hear that she was raised by pirates. That probably would've been a lot more fun than his parents. Before he wanted to be a pirate, they were always nice to him and told him stories all day long. But AFTER he told them his dream, then it was all, 'NAG NAG NAG'!


Jayson raised a brow, however, when Violet mentioned something going on up on the deck. "Really? What do you think it is? Should I get my gun out in case I need to shoot anything?" The question was almost childish. How often does someone randomly ask if they need to use their gun? Silly Jayson, such a derp-face.
 
"I don't know. I heard someone shout something. Didn't sound like an order or anything. More like a warning." Violet replied as she chopped up some onions. No tears for her. She was the Chuck Norris of the kitchen. "I'd keep the gun in the holster. It's sort of like the calm before the storm right now. Unless you have the urge to shoot up some bags of rice."she said. Wonderfully lame joke, Violet. She put the frying pan on the stove and plopped in a scoop of Crisco for frying. She watched as it melted, and threw in some of the vegetables.
 
"Oh. Ok." Jayson just sat on his barrel for a little bit longer, letting the awkward silence sink in. After a little bit, he finally asked, "Should I go get that rice for you?" He was a little tired of the silence. Jayson hated silence. For some reason, it gave him the feeling like no one was happy since they weren't talking. Jayson felt that it was his duty to make sure that everyone was happy.


And do you know what this paragraph is? Filler. That's right, I'm just typing out this whole paragraph so that I won't look like I haven't got a clue what to do. Sad, isn't it? Know what's even more sad? The fact that you're still reading this. So, why don't you just ignore me now and...move on.


JAYSON LIKES PONIESSSS! Not really. I just wanted to check if you were STILL READING THIS.
 
(Alrighty I'm turning in for the night. G'night)


"Rice?" Violet asked. "Uh...sure. If ya want to. Better than sitting around I guess!" She plopped a piece of meat onto the pan. (Mystery meat for now. I'm done thinking.) And...I guess there ain't much more to describe. Violet was cooking. All was well. For now. :P


...I guess I'm just piggy backing Murf's idea. Derp derppity derp derp. dah derp derp.
 
Jayson went to the back and retrieved the rice for Violet. "Well, you know, you mentioned 'shooting up a bag of rice' so I thought it'd make more sense to just get the rice myself." Though fairly sensible, Jayson obviously didn't know a joke was a joke unless it was joke-time. ...joke.


But yeah, that's...about all that happened. We're having an extremely uneventful time in the kitchen. So if anyone was willing to REMEDY THAT PROBLEM, that would be nice. So...um...PFFFFFFFT, who here likes Pokémon? I DUNNO, don't look at me that way, I'm at a loss for words!


Stop staring at me... ;^;
 
"I get it. Okay yeah, I could use some rice in this dish. Thank ya, Jayson." Violet said. She pushed the chicken around the pan (no longr mystery meat!). It was starting to brown. Or white, I guess. And brown. Anyway it was starting to cook. I'm stretching this out because I can't really talk too kich about cooking chicken.


(And I enjoy Pokemon! I used to have a binder full of em. My brothers and I would battle it out, and we didn't even know how to play back then! We just made it up as we went along! Ahhh sweet memories *wipes tear*)
 
(Sorry I didn't post much today guys, a lot of stuff came up and I didn't have enough time to let y'all know when I was going to be off. Still, I'm a bit burned out so for at least tomorrow, maybe for the next few days, I'm still going to try to post a little but I'm not going to be on often so I don't wear myself out like I have within the past few days. Sorry))
 
((I really wish paipai would post so we could get this story moving again.))
 
((I'm here!! I didn't get any alerts until now QAQ well epic fight with lava monster coming right up! P.S. I'm on my phone so there will most likely be typos until I can fix them))


The magma around the ship began to boil causing the ship to sway back and worth to the irregular waves. It was clear that something was coming. The magma waves began to violently shake the ship, slowly turning into a whirlpool. Something was here.


Rowena gripped the side of the ship to maintain her balance as the ship tilted to almost 45°. Please don't tip! Please don't tip! The pirate captain had seen these symptoms before, six years ago with her previous crew. Anxiety built up in her chest as the woman held her sword tightly when the ship leaned towards her side. Falling back, Rowena let out a gasp as she almost fell out of the ship. Reaching out for something - or someone - to pull her back up, Rowena realised that all the metal barrels would be sliding down towards her. She was going to be either crushed or burnt.


In the meantime, Robin held onto the ropes as he struggled to keep on with his two machetes. Taking me of the machetes in his mouth, Robin's pale blue eyes widened when he saw the predicimant the captain was in. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to get to the other side of the ship fast enough, Robin could only watch as the barrels rolled over to the infamous pirate captain.


Something pulled Robin's eyes away from the captain, a bubbling in the fiery seas. What is that thing..? A creature, twice as big as the ship, magma dripping off of it and scortching the pirate ship. The captain's not going to like this.. The creature was commonly known as a magma monster, they tended to be about the size of an overgrown elephant, but this one was a Gian compared to the rest. It's hand were solid rock, but cracks beneath them revealed hot boiling magma, not only was this monster made out of magma, it was surrounded by it to! Many times people have been killed by this creature, they have thrived easily in these fiery seas. Magma monsters were almost invincible, their weakness were water - but who would be stupid enough to waste their water? - and a small jewel in the back of their necks. It was very hard to get to, considering the lava that covered the creature's body, but not impossible.


Rowena recognized this specimen. Most just called them magma monsters, the cause of most pirate - or anyone travelling over the seas - deaths. Ignis Drake. Not much is known about them, then again, not much is known about any of the creatures in the lava seas. Rowena could feel all her past emotions for these horrid beings surface. No. I must be strong for my crew. Pushing herself off of the railing, Rowena leaped over the incoming barrels and sprinted up the ship, not letting gravity get to her now. Even one simple mistake of her footing would cause Rowena to slide down the floor to her doom. Reaching out for the other railing, the ship suddenly tilted over to the other side, causing the pirate captain to smack right into the railing - and possibly another person. Groaning in pain, Rowena looked up at the monster with hatred. Guilt seemed to wellnip in Rowena's heart when she remembered her previous crew's death and how she lost when arms. The pirate captain also recalled how Vance had gotten that scar on his chest. These things infuriated the woman, you could feel the angry steam coming off from her. She wasn't going to let this creature take away her crew this time.
 
When the creature appeared, Vance was immediately filled with anger and hatred. This was not the same monster that killed his crew, but seeing it just brought back too many memories. He places his hand over where his large scar was located, never forgetting how he got it. His eyes were filled with determination. This bastard was not going to take another crew from him.


Vance stretched out the hand with the black glove, almost as if he was shooting a gun. When he flexes his finger, a gunshot could be heard from the other side of the ship. Almost instantly, dozens of knives filled the air, darkening the sky. The blades began to impale themselves in the monster's body, causing it to release a loud roar.


As Vance prepared to shoot the Drake, he felt a collision with his body. 'Rowena?' He immediately tried to steady his captain, helping her get a grip on the nearby ropes. He almost stumbled a bit himself, but he managed to stay steady.


He fired a few rounds into the creatures face, before turning to Rowena. "We're gonna need someone to man the cannons and turrets." He fired a few more rounds and reloaded. "I'll try to keep it distracted for the time being, but try and find us a gunner." He the charged down the ship, bullets flying with each step.
 
paipai900 said:
((I'm alive guys! :D I have been taking part of something called "Real Life" >3< but I'm back now!))
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(I've heard of that place! I went there once.


The graphics were pretty great, I have to say.


Although there was a ton of lag in conversations.) 
(Also, I haven't been getting alerts for two pages worth... .-.)
 
((omg haha! Okay, summery: Reeves the bird man joins in and now we're fighting a giant lava monster :P ))
 
When the ship began tilting, the pots and pans flew from the stove, burning Violet's arms. She cursed at the pain, but her anger was centered at the food that was now on the floor. Violet herself slid down the kitchen, she fell and landed on a wall. "Damn." She said, looking over to her right. She'd missed being stabbed by a knife by a few inches. More pots, pans, and utensils came tumbling after her, but she was able to dodge most of them. "That was close. Now what in 'ell is goin on?" She asked herself. Her eyes widened. "Jayson! Meet me up on deck!" She wanted to search for him to make sure he was okay, but she had a feeling she was needed on deck. She emerged with burns and cuts, but they were the least of her worries. "By God..." She said as a giant lava beast appeared before her eyes. There were daggers falling from the sky into the monster. It was a truly apocalyptic sight.
 
Serus felt as the ship tipped to his side, and instead of fighting it, he kept his feet steady, and his grip on the wheel firm. His feet, surprisingly, stayed on the floor, only because they were to the side of the wheel, which was connected to the ground with a sturdy pole. He felt as the boat then tipped to the other side, and this caused him to spin the wheel to the left, towards the magma creature, going in a circle around it. There was no time to amend his mistake. At least the cannons would be on the correct side... Right? The gigantic creature came into view, however, it was none of his concern at the moment, his job was to keep the ship from beaching - or crashing into- one of the gigantic, jagged rock formations that surrounded them.
 
Reeves held onto the railing for dear life as the ship rocked, looking up in awe at the huge lava beast. He had never seen anything quite like this before. Dodging a few rolling metal barrels, he reached over his shoulder for Birdsong, only to realize he had left it in the cargo hold. There wasn't any time for him to run down and grab it, there was too much going on right there on the deck and the other crew members needed his help.


Looking to the skies, he called down a small flock of birds to retrieve Birdsong, and Reeves himself ran over to the captain and helped her to her feet.


"Captain, what should we do? What should /I/ do?"
 
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