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The steel on steel contact raked through the air, piercing the ears of the participants and surrounding bystanders. As Sarah's blade joins the fight, sparks fly from the tent of metal, sending little heat balls this way and that before Cait thrashes her blade to disband the squad. Levi steps back, running his right index-finger over the clothed hilt of his blade. "That was very stupid, you could've broke your little toy." He smiles as he takes his stance again. "Go ahead. I'll make sure I land hits this time. The medic looks bored." His smile distorts into a grin, with the look of a sinner within his eyes.
(Quick question: How often do you RP fight against others?)
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Apr 11, 2014 2:20:52 GMT
(this is only the 2nd time I know of where its PvP, before its mostly us against NPCs. This is a big part of why there are now combat skills trees) She had to admit tho he was cute, in his own quirky little way. She couldn't help grinning at the lack of gravity he felt given the situation. Her eyes wandered over to Sarah to try and catch what the other woman thought of him. Two peas in a pod, she couldn't help but think to herself. At his witty remark she looked down at her slender blade. It was broken. Bother. She dropped it to the deck and snapped her fingers. Instantly a new one was tossed to her hand.
"Don't worry about me, I've got more toys stashed where that came from," She struck again with her new blade, making a quick flick of her wrist, arm fully extended toward his lower leg opposite of his sword arm. It would make a shallow cut, but at least she could claim she drew first blood. It would be difficult for him to deflect it without turning his wrist inside out to swing the blade that low and back over the other side of his body... and of course if he did manage it, that would leave him wide open for Sarah. Poor sod
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Isaac Verindane on May 15, 2014 5:40:34 GMT
Only to Isaacs knowledge, he began thinking to himself the last wound he had helped mend, truthfully he hadn't performed a medical operation in quite a few weeks and it was slightly putting him in a sweat. No no, I've done this plenty of times and have had much more success then loss, I know I'm capable, he thought to himself while resting his hand on chin to comfortably examine the characters of his soon to be allegiance.
Adamant, Isaac pondered the situation, this Levi fellow seems to be a bit rash and hot headed, but he does seem to trust me enough to that he'd go so far as painting the walls with others blood and fancy me to clean up the mess... can't say I agree with it completely. Now Ms. Caitlin, she seems as if she's just toying with them, I don't know if I'd call it humorous or giving them false hope, either way I think I'll have to see where to begin on reading her, it very well seems she's a novel with chapters of personality and experience... it's probably best not to upset her... Realizing that to the others, Isaac had looked as if he had been staring off into space, taking one more moment to eye over at Sarah, he simply concluded that she may very well love getting trouble brewed, maybe it's just on the outside, who knows what she's really like. He quickly recollected his thoughts and gave a quick and witty response to the hot-headed Levi,
"Remember this, my job here mend the wounded, not revive those murdered".
The thief pouted as the deliberately bad music seemed to do nothing whatsoever to the new guy. "Hmph. Well that's bloody irritating... cool as a sodding cucumber." she muttered under her breath as she abruptly stopped playing, letting only the sound of the gulls and sea fill the air. "Just gut him already!" she called down from her perch.
Levi short-steps backwards, taking the shoulder away quickly as the woman's steel flew into the meaty arm of the young lad. He swings his sword in an arc after pulling far enough back that the abyss dripped from the tip of the cold blade onto the deck of the ship. He swings his sword in an arc, sending his blade into hers knocking it away with a loud bang and sccccccc of blade on blade. He steps back to a safe distance before drawing his index and middle finger of the hand that holds his blade to swipe some of the running blood before it reaches his shirt. "You've made a mark on me, and a rather poor one at that. Took your time, even with that sister of yours." he huffs after watching Sarah jottle off. He points his blade at Caitlyn "And to think I was playing with you, wench." He growls and pulls his blade down, keeping the tip of the hungering blade pointed towards Caitlyn's bosom, he charges forward with light footsteps, his blade drawn under him until he approaches a close enough stance, jutting the blade out with momentum, attempting to impale the small woman on his vengeance stick.
Last Edit: May 18, 2014 22:42:07 GMT by Levi Küper
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on May 17, 2014 20:41:39 GMT
Yahtzee! She felt the recoil of the blade as it slowed it's momentum by sinking into flesh. She withdrew the blade quickly not wanting to do any real damage and was put immediately on the defensive as Levi lashed out wildly. He knocked her blade from her hands and she watched as it bound across the deck like a skipping stone. Her eyes trained back on Levi as his humor gave way to anger. Sarah trudged off, perhaps to get Caitlin her blade but with the way Levi was aiming at her with his own, there wouldn't be time to wait. "Not my fault you shielded your leg with your arm and not your blade," she taunted but it wasn't entirely true, she set up that strike specifically because he wouldn't have time to bring the blade around.
Now she was unarmed, but she wasn't defenseless. The moment Levi charged forward, Caitlin muttered a Deceit I spell under her breath, designed to confuse her target for a short period of time into thinking she was standing a few feet over near the plank (where no one actually was). Her nerves coiled in her belly as she readied herself to react with a double-jump if he was not taken by her Deceit spell.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Levi is a stupid boy, and just because his eyes are deceiving him doesn't mean he doesn't know the truth. He continues the blade path to where it was going, before ripping it in a wide arc to his right, spinning quickly as the cold steel whistles in the wind, calling the name of each individual fiber of Caitlyn's nerves. If Levi hits something, he pulls his blade back in a defensive manner as his vision clears, if not, he follows up the swing with another arc rising into the sky as he continues his little twirl, this time aiming for the other side of him.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on May 18, 2014 22:38:51 GMT
Undeterred, Levi came straight at her. Caitlin jumped backwards and barely had time to conjure a platform for her double jump. the moment her heels fell on it she bent her knees and jumped again. A sharp, fiery pain shot up her leg and for a moment she went blind. All she could do was feel an intense kind of burning sensation and then her back hit the deck and her vision returned to her.
"Oomph," the wind knocked out of her and she pushed herself up on her arms. She had jumped back quite a distance, but not before his katana sliced neatly over an inch into her exposed inner thigh. Oily black blood ran in creepy ribbons down her leg and onto the deck. Caitlin scrunched her brows and frowned at it, trying to think fast about which crew was on this ship, and how hard would it be to swear them to secrecy about this little revelation. So far only a handful had known and they were all stationed on her flagship at the skylift.
"Ok medic, your turn." She let her eyes sweep from Levi to Isaac. "You've got two wounded sailors in your charge. Begin."
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Isaac Verindane on May 29, 2014 3:01:28 GMT
As he made sure not to let others see the shortly-drawn out sigh, he muttered to himself, "Here I was hoping it wouldn't resort to bloodshed, although if it didn't come to that, what use would I be?" Dragging himself from his remorseful state of mind into an surprising chuckle, he makes his way towards Caitlin first, seeing as she had taken slightly more abuse then her adversary Levi.
Quickly shuffling for what he would need, he clutched the alcohol in his left hand and snatched his clean rag for his right, "Well then, no offense to you, but it seems even our leader isn't invincible, no?" Caitlin let out a near-by lightning glance at him, making him a bit more wary of his place. "Please, do forgive me, just an observation", he responded. As he attempted to make conversation, tearing up just a little more of her leggings, he took his rag, dabbed it with the alcohol and immediately began disinfecting every inch of the wound, noticing as she grit and beared the pain. He added as he saw her face, "From the way you take this pain, that shouldn't have happened, am I right?" She said nothing to him... He merely smiled in return and said, "Maybe that's for the better, I'll get to know why in the future, no?" Just finishing up, he stitched the wound tight with a needle he found and doused in alcohol and a fine piece of thread that he pulled from his coat, patching everything nice and tight with the cloth bandages he had available. "Please take the time to let it heal, I'd rather not waste the resources".
Isaac slowly rose up and began tending to Levi, "Rather brash fighter aren't you? While you did rather good, you should think about formulating better tactics rather then rushing in head-on". Levi lashed out, "I don't need you lecturing me medic!" Isaacs face looked rather upset, nevertheless, he told Levi to give him his arm and applied the same procedure, although this time, he took into account at how Levi sneered at the pain of the alcohol. "He must not experience this kind of pain often, kind of frightens me..." Isaac thought to himself. "Now now, we're almost finished here", patching up the last bit of sewn flesh, Isaac briefly commented, "Look here, I'm not here to become your enemy, but your ally, so like it or not you will have to learn to trust me". Quick and snarky, Levi said, "We'll see about that, medic..." With his job complete, Isaac took his leave and said aloud, "I believe that is it for me, I hope you find my skills more than capable".
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 23, 2014 21:36:54 GMT
Caitlin suffered the sting of the alcohol on her cut, and she tried to keep the annoyance off her face as he went about doing exactly what she asked him to. Now that there was black blood available for all to see, there was no reason why she couldn't just self-heal, except that it would defeat the purpose of testing her new recruit. So she grit and bore it and waited with grim satisfaction knowing that Levi would have to also, and that made her feel slightly better about it. TitforTat they always say.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Watches over the salt-soaked boards at Caitlyn. He places pressure on his arm as the boy kneels down to patch her up. He looks like he's nervous from all the way over here, and the scene could be taken as rather awkward from this angle, especially by the look on Caitlyn's face as the alcohol is poured over her smooth skin, creeping its way into the bloody wound of hers. He offers a sly grin as her expression changes to something of irritation and wonders to himself how low her pain threshold really is. As Isaac pokes and prods around Levi, doing his mundane-magic on him, he calls out to Caitlyn. "Looks like you're the same as me." he coos to Caitlyn, as he seductively licks blood off of his finger. "Maybe we should chat sometime, no?"
Ikuze rolled her eyes and made loud gagging noises at Levi's attempts to flirt with their boss. "I'd call it quits whilst you're ahead there sword boy!" she called down before she climbed down the rigging. "Captain ain't the flirting type from what I've seen." said the thief as she walked over to the group. "So, you can fight, and well obviously you can fix people up... but well can you steal? Um, no offense milady," she said quickly to Caitlin, "but just cus this guys knows how to use a sword... even Juniper here can burgle. No offense!" she squeaked as she ducked before the large man could grab her for the implied insult.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 29, 2014 21:41:52 GMT
"You're skills are certainly useful," She spoke quietly to Isaac as she pressed her hand over the wound he'd just cleaned. With her lashes lowered and her breath held, she invoked a little health spell (lvl I) and sealed up the cut the rest of the way. It had been really deep... deeper than the gash she'd left on Levi. Speaking of Levi...
Caitlin glanced up at Levi as he licked at his finger. He made a pass at her and she got a strange bubbly instinct to laugh. She didn't, but she did smile as Ikuze dropped down from the rigging at just that moment. "Oh no by all means, please, continue," She grinned cheekily as she reached out a hand to Isaac to help her climb back to her feet. "He's more than welcome to try, whether or not it will do him any good, well..." she raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged.
"As for theiving, that's what I have you two lovely ladies for" She indicated Ikuze and Rava. "The likes of these two will be servin' with the pirate sorts, and what they need is strength and agility, and some patching. These two have it in spades. Fortunately for them." She spoke the last sentence darkly, her eyes blazing with a sudden seriousness. Had they not made muster - and seen what color her blood ran, they'd be the ones tied to the anchor and dropped into the drink. She didn't relish the idea of needless killing when it was over such a trifle thing. But besides the color of her blood, they knew her face and rank in the rogues guild. That was worth keeping quiet.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
The boy rolls his shoulder of the wounded limb, resting his hand on the peak of the muscle as he does. He keeps his eyes down as he stands, looking up to nod at Isaac once as the words of Ikuze float in one ear and out the other. If you can't tell he's ignoring her yet, you better get your eyes checked. He gives his bandages a once over before smiling up a Caitlyn, "Suppose I did good, considering a did a number on your thigh. Tell me, how many on this ship have landed steel on you?" His expression turns into one of honest curiousity. "Or, am I the only one to get a blade between your legs?" Playing a bad-mannered lover-boy may not be the easiest way to get on Caitlyn's good side, but it'll most likely be the best, entertainment wise that is.
"Oh that does it." grumbled the thief before she pulled out her guitar. She knew she stood no chance if she went to throw a punch at this guy herself, since she knew there would be no chance of a snowball in Hell of her being able to best Caitlin... but, that didn't mean that the crew would stand for his comments about their beloved Captain Baroness. All they needed was a little... nudge.
"Well, I guess since you're now part of the crew, best listen to what we do." said the thief, guessing he wouldn't hear a word she said anyway. She began to strum at the strings of her instrument, her voice striking out across the ship. Beneath her words and music she laced it with her Hypnosis, with just a little nudge for the crew save for Caitlin, Isaac, Levi and Sarah. That nudge? Get Levi for insulting the Captain. Almost at once, after the first verse of course, didn't want the little twit getting too much warning, the entire crew glared at the poor unfortunate soul, knuckles cracking and blades drawing breath from their scabbards, clubs lightening from their holster straps.
Ikuze merely grinned and melted into the crowd as she continued the song and music, the crew advancing on Levi with, maybe not quite murderous intent in their eyes... but definitely a severe beating if they got a hold of him.
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