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Post by raile on Apr 22, 2006 10:03:32 GMT -5
The Port Of Call for the Lunar Cutter, Raile's Vessel, And the origin of this little Story is actually in a rather well to do family's household. For from a certain Commodore's home the young man Raile was brought up for 3 years, as a servant, until he was Supposedly thrown into the ocean.
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Post by raile on May 21, 2006 9:35:05 GMT -5
"Look over there! Thats gotta be that Pirate, whats his name?" Some merchants spoke amongst each other as a Man stepped off of the docks, a Blue haired man, his hair seemed to have a mind of its own, long, as he wore it to the small of his back, Sapphire tinted hues peer around his person as the Full moon's light encompased the Port of the Royal Trade city of Aranastas. The young Pirate's faded blue tunic blew helplessly in the wind at every gust, his pants, a faded black pair that they were loose on him as well blew. The scarf that served as his belt, a faded crimson color, fluttered hopelessly in the wind, his pistol, enough gun powder for six shots, remained anchored to his waist, as well as the Rapier chained to his side. " Blue Death Raile, or Graysword if you have heard some of the Rumors" the man said to another merchant trying to keep their conversation away from Raile's ears. hmph, dont push your luck gentle men.
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Post by AcidTripp_xx on May 21, 2006 10:15:33 GMT -5
A faint smell of fish and vomit touched Anne's nostrils as they neared the port of Aranastas. She needed to get to the tavern and drink. It's what she normally came here for in the first place. The ship was bustling with excitement. The crew knew once they reached the dock they were free to do with their lives what the wanted for several days before she'd blow that god forsaken horn at the top of the ship's masts and they would have to leave.
Several miles ahead the fog began to clear and they could see the small town. A smile touched Anne's lips and she reached her right hand down to her flintlock pistol resting as usual on her thigh. "Al'right boys. Ere's where the fun starts!" She yelled as they finally docked and she fired off three rounds into the sky above. "Go have some fun tonight boys!" Dante was the only one who stayed behind, dropping anchor and making sure his sister was escorted safely to the small tavern.
About half an hour later everything was set and they were making their way to the tavern. Anne knew quite well that once she was in, what her brother suppoused, the safety of the tavern, her brother would hurry to the closest brothel(whore house) and find himself a woman to bed with. She laughed softly at the thought of this. After all, she was the only woman on the ship and it was very unlikely that such a thing would happen between her and any of the crew. It would degrade her ship and make her about as respectable as the women who worked in these brothels. The tavern came into view and she turned to her brother, wrapping him in a quick hug and giving him a peck of the cheek," Be safe brother and try not to get attached to anything again" She whispered in his ear before she watched him head in the direction of the brothel. Finally his shadow even disappeared into the fog and she turned on her heels and walked towards the tavern, kicking the doors open and giving everyone a smile before she took a seat at the bar." I'd like my usual..My rum and my brandy. In bottles this time though." Her voice brought a faint blush to the young man's cheeks that took her order, as it always had. It wasn't like the other women's voices here. It had the thick germany accent in it, with that of english. It was sultry when it wanted to be and gruff when it needed to be.
Several moments later, when the necks of the bottles were held tightly by her hands she moved to a table near the back, placing the bottle of brandy on the table. She pulled out her dirk, stabbing the cork with it and pulling it out. She then stabbed through the cork into the table, leaving the dirk there while she brought the bottle to her lips. She drew long gulps from the bottle, her neck pulsating and straining against it.
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Post by raile on May 21, 2006 10:20:15 GMT -5
Suddenly a rapid storm of gunfire is heard outside of the tavern and brothels of the rather crummy side of the port, a blue haired young man dashes inside the Tavern, a Rapier in his hand, and his pistol loaded and hammer cocked, apparently the port athourities were after him for something just who was this man? and why was he wanted of all people, a pirate maybe? Many people including a guy sitting near anne started talking about a legendary pirate called " Blue Death Raile.." could this be him..?
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Post by AcidTripp_xx on May 21, 2006 10:26:57 GMT -5
On of Anne's eyebrows rose as she heard first the gunshots then saw the young man enter the tavern in a frenzy. The name Blue Death Raile touched the lips of many and she was forced to inquire this man about it. After all..It could be him, and it couldn't. With that figured out, she stood up, making her way toward the man from behind. Her hand reached out and griped his shoulder as she brought her chest against his back and her lips to his ear, her breathing caressing his ear gently. "Well well..What do we 'ave 'ere pet? Blue Death Raile I believe" Her voice was silken and sultry, just as she wanted it. If she wanted to find out if this was him, she'd use any means possible, even seduction. Though she wasn't very good at it. Her outfit (in pic) provided her with what she lacked.
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Post by raile on May 21, 2006 10:35:48 GMT -5
Ofcourse.. Raile wasnt one to fall for such mess. His Pistol was quickly pointed in her direction his Rapier to the outside " I'd hush your mouth Missy that i would, Savvy?" he smirks and ducks out the door the long blue hair should have been enough, but he dropped something in his haste out the door a cartridge of gunpowder, with an emblem on it. more Shots were heard as he ducks back inside " Damn Buggers.."
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Post by AcidTripp_xx on May 21, 2006 10:39:08 GMT -5
Anne's lips pursed and her hands moved for her dirk but it wasn't there. It was in the table. Her gunna or cutlass would do if he wished to attack. "I don't savvy anoything from one who pulls a weapon on a lady, 'Ow's that for savvy?" She smirked, her eyes locked onto his before his disappeared, dropping somethign in his haste. She bent over, gripping the small cartridge. HEr eyes fell upon the emblem there, bring ing a smile to her lips. She moved back to her table, siting there and drinking, tossing the cartridge in the air and catching it with in her hand until he came back. This could prove fun.
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Post by raile on May 22, 2006 12:02:07 GMT -5
Raile ran his hand into his sash to feel for his gunpowder and ball bearings, but didnt find them " What the.. where's the.. Where'd i drop my powder and ball bearings?" his accent was suddenly gone he sounded different from everyone obviously he was Blue Death Raile as he was said to have a strange accent that wasnt like anything at all. " Where'd i drop it i wonder.." he repeats to himself as he continues to search
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Post by AcidTripp_xx on May 22, 2006 17:54:02 GMT -5
Anne laughed a bit and set her bottle of rum down on the table top, pulling her dirk, cork included, out of the wood and stabbing it into the top of the bottle. She wiggled the dirk's blade out and left it there, reaching into the pocket of her jacket, digging out several golds coins and tossing them on the table. "This'll be fun..."She muttered, shoving the man's possessions into the pocket of her jacket and walking out of the tavern.
The air was brisk and light, smelling of booze and cheap perfume. Nothing Anne wasn't used to, and nothing that bothered her either. It was almost euphoric this scent. And something she was all too used to and unfortunately grew up with. A smile touched Anne's lips. She would get the ship to herself for the night. And that bothered her as much as pillaging the weak and defenseless.
Finally she made it to the ship, standing at the port side and watching over the town. The wind blew some strands of her silken locks from her face and sometimes caressing her skin. Her eyes slid shut and for a moment all she could smell was the sea water and all she could hear were the waves......
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Post by raile on May 24, 2006 15:42:41 GMT -5
Raile ran through the gunsmoke again as he ducked out of the back of the pub. Few things irked him... one however was when he couldnt find his gunpowder and ball bearings..
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Post by AcidTripp_xx on Jun 10, 2006 9:42:21 GMT -5
Anne smiled, she could see few people on the dock, even some of her crew that was coming back. She nodded to them as they walked on the ship and the made way to her chambers. She changed quickly to her nightgown and lay down in bed, almost ready to fall asleep when her head struck the pillow. She reached over to the nighttable, pulling out matches and lighting the three candles there before she pulled out a book. It had pictures of her family and friends before she had chosen this life. Happy and Carefree. Loving and Fun. Now she had the same life with murderers and plunderers. She closed the book, blowing out the candles and lying against the pillow drifting to a light sleep.
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Post by raile on Jun 20, 2006 10:06:41 GMT -5
Raile finally managed to evade those who had been chasing him, only to see the woman from before.. apparently she had picked up something of his, so it bothered him naturally that she still had it, and he wasnt going to let it slide.. Seeing no one aboard the ship he had seen her board, he jumps onto the main deck from the docks, his weapons were all but drawn, sword in sheathe, and gun in sash, ofcourse it wouldnt matter about his gun she had his ball bearings and gun powder, which he was going to get back one way or another
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Post by AcidTripp_xx on Jun 28, 2006 21:05:43 GMT -5
Anne stirred lightly in her slumber, her hair falling in loose tousles surrounding her face, she pulled the blankets tighter against her body, as if cold or frightened. Finally her eyes snapped open. Someone was on the ship, approaching her quarters. She grabbed her dirk form the table, pulling on one of her many button down tops and tossing it hastily over her nightgown before she opened her chamber doors. Ah, Seems Raile had come to pay a visit to her. She moved quickly out the door, towards him, waving her dirk in the air. "Hmmm..Ow's about you tell me what it is your doin' on my ship?" She questioned, stopping a few feet away from him as she awaited an answer
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Post by raile on Jun 30, 2006 10:49:14 GMT -5
Raile's Rapier would extend from its position by his side foward infront of him, should she come within 4 feet of him, she'd find herself on his blade immidiatly. " Im here for, my ball bearings, and Gunpowder, i know you took them, your the only who could have.." he replies flatly looking at her with discent. He obviously wasnt in good spirits, you could tell that he had a rough time when he ran out of munitions, bullet holes covered his tunic, and pants, scars, fresh ones from dodged shots covered his right cheek, and his left arm, and shin.
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Post by AcidTripp_xx on Jul 14, 2006 12:25:24 GMT -5
Anne smirked and nodded, "Ahhhhh...Those..Yes I do have them..."She lowered her weapon, but did not loosen up completely.She didn't trust this man who boarded her ship with a pointless cause, nor did she really want him to be on the ship for any reason. She didn't know him, and that bothered her. "Stay 'ere...I'll get 'em." She muttered under her breath, allowing her hand to raise to brush back some strands of hair. She moved back to her chambers, opening up the drawer she had put his things in and taking htem out. With that done she began to head back out towards him.
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