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Clairee had a late start, her brothers were convinced she was sneaking off to meet with a boy and so she had to convince them otherwise... as in make them believe she'd honestly gone to sleep before she could slip outof the house. After that she didn't have time to go on foot, so she dropped the coat, wrapped a headscarf over her hair and placed the mask over her face... Clairees mask is barn-door red wood decorated like and Easter Island mask but instead of feathers on top its yellow straw. Her tunic-style shirt hung loosely around her shoulders and the cowneck low down her back to allow space for her wings to spread. She drifted soundlessly on the higher air currents till she was overhead of the target ship. The commotion on the docks caught her attention and she was just about to circle back around to get a better look when Danny and Lasair emerged on the weatherdeck. Tucking in her wings she let herself drop down behind them and land with a heavy thud.
"Did someone request more manpower?" She spoke, her voice a little husky from actual sleep. Her brothers took too much convincing, and she'd actually drifted off at one point. Nevermind, she was here now, and ready to work.
Last Edit: Jul 28, 2015 2:09:27 GMT by Clairee Donya
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Jul 15, 2015 19:40:24 GMT
Danny tilted her head when Clairee arrived and nodded. "Glad you could make it. Know anything about sailing a ship?" Danny paced across the top of the boat casually and completely ignored the commotion being caused by Miss Owl-Eyes. "Lassy, think yer doll's 'avin' a spot'a trouble." The young leader looked out over the docks trying to spot the newest member of her little club while she waited on a reply from the other two.
Fawn tilted her head lightly as she looked up and down the port. Maybe she should go back and watch those two men. Not exactly like they would be waking up soon but she'd rather not chance anything. The woman grimaced as she headed back to the spot she had attacked from. The pipe sat dormant on the ground, abused a bit from its battles. Standing there she could see up the road and her eyes landed on a group of people headed her way. At least more than three from what she could barely see. Fawn cursed under her breath eyes narrowing. "You had to squall didn't you?" She grumbled to the unconscious man closest to her. Picking the pipe back up she hid it once again in her coat. I'm not sure I have enough endurance for much more.' Her mind raced to alert her of her body's limits. 'And I can't fight blindly without knowing how many there are. What have I gotten myself into?' The woman let a smirk rest on her lips. 'Still reckless.' Fawn began to walk towards the men with an unassuming air.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 15, 2015 23:29:41 GMT
Looking up, Lasair spotted a familiar pair of wings as they descended and landed gently on the ship. “Glad you could make it after all,” he nodded to her before he saw what Danny was talking about. Fawna had a rather large group coming at her; that wasn’t good.
“We gotta move fast,” he decided, jogging towards the sail. “Demon mask,” he said addressing Danny, not waning to use her real name. “Cut the line to the anchor. Birdie,” he said to Clair. “Help me get this sail up. The little owl needs to last that long. Once we’re all set, go grab her and get on board.” He was already working on untying the ropes as he spoke. It was time to get this boat out to sea. As the group of men continued walking down the port, one of the men pointed at the figure that was Fawna. They weren’t sure what to expect, but so far she was the only thing they’d spotted. And the two men that were supposed to be guarding the ship were nowhere to be seen. Something was up, and they knew it. The one in front approached the hooded figure and stared down at her. “What are you doing out here?” he asked with a scowl.
Fawn felt imposed upon as the large man glared down at her. 'Five eh? Not bad.' The woman kept her hood down to hide her mask. "Why so offensive? I was merely taking a walk. Are you looking for someone?" She played innocent trying to determine what she was dealing with. Any answer the man would give her would end with the same result. She wasn't gonna be able to back out of this without a fight. 'You guys better be breaking a leg out there!' She thought tightening her grip on the pipe. Backing up a few steps she prepared herself. "I could probably help ya find 'em." She shrugged eyeing them closely. 'Come a little closer. I dare you.'
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Jul 17, 2015 21:04:01 GMT
Danny laughed at the name he'd given her and did as she was told. She took her time, calm as you please and summoned Ahriman to slash the lines. She turned to watch Lasair work for a moment before stretching. "I'ma go ge' the owlet. 'ope you'll be ready by the time I get back." Danny walked down the boat's ramp once more and began meandering in the direction she had heard fighting from.
Post by Clairee Donya on Jul 19, 2015 15:39:18 GMT
Thank Queens for her mask, or the expression of shock on her face would have been too admirable when she saw the 'thing' that Danny conjured to cut the ropes. She turned her face away and assisted Lasair with the sails. Birdie... classic. Same thing Danny always called her too. She shrugged it off and dropped her eyes from the now unfurled sail to the dark mass at the edge of the rail.
"Um... we maaay have a problem here. I can hop over and untie those mooring lines, but someone needs to find somehow to lift that anchor.... and... that- that looks like it weighs more than this whole rig." She pointed to the anchor chain, each link as thick as she was and practically just as tall. "It's all yours sweetheart," she saluted the redhead, then dove over the edge without looking. Her wings caught her and she drifted down to loose the mooring lines so that the ship wasn't tethered to the dock.
Last Edit: Jul 19, 2015 15:39:47 GMT by Clairee Donya
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 19, 2015 17:03:55 GMT
“He just cut the anchor, we don’t need to lift it,” he answered without looking up. When he did, he realized that Clairee was already gone, getting rid of the mooring lines. Right, those would have to go too. Looking over, Lasair realized that, well, he wasn't sure what Danny had actually done since the Anchor and everything was still there. And she had made a show of taking her time too. Sighing from under his mask, he walked over to the thing and began attempting to unwind the massive chain. Hopefully he could unwind enough of it to just let it fall overboard. Dumb ships being built to resist breaking....
The lead man scoffed at the girl, not buying her innocent act. “I doubt you’d be able to help me, lass. Now why don’t you run home and leave us big boys alone?” He didn’t move, but the men around him did, each stepping forward to stand next to their apparent leader. He wasn’t smiling, but the rest of them were; they were more than eager to get into a fight, even if it was just with a little twig of a girl.
(I don't know boats very well, can you tell? Thank you Clairee)
Last Edit: Jul 20, 2015 22:29:00 GMT by Lasair Landevier Lupen: made the details more shipshape appropiate
Post by Clairee Donya on Jul 20, 2015 21:24:58 GMT
OOC it's ok, it's not common knowledge unless you're used to being on boats. there isn't a rope tied to the anchor that keeps it to the ship, the anchor is wound around a turning pulley, and that is unwound to let out or pull in (hoist) anchor. The anchor chain is as big as a person Clairees size, EACH link in the chain is about the size of her torso. Here are some photo references, and bear in mind these men standing next to the chain aren't 90 pound girls.
Here is what the pulley/gear looks like that the chain is wrapped around for lowering and lifting the anchor - and check out the size of that anchor chain on the wheel!!!! ITs huge!~
and these are mooring lines, that tether the ship to the dock - these are actually rope, but very - very thick rope, the kind you climb in gym class to reach the ceiling and don't want to slide back down or suffer extreme rope burn and tear off many layers of skin (ask me how I know)
Last Edit: Jul 20, 2015 21:30:35 GMT by Clairee Donya
"You are mighty big boys aren't you?" The girl sassed with a hand on her hip. "Maybe you could lay off the grog and start exercising more." She glanced over the other boys. "You seem to be an excitable lot. Any of ya up for a brawl?" She produced the pipe from her coat and swung in in her hand. You guys and gals better hurry up with that ship!' She thought growing irritable. She swayed her hips in a girly way but it was more of a display of poweress. She was almost as eager as them to get into a bit of a brawl. She didn't see Danny coming. Putting on a cocky grin she waited to see who wanted a taste of metal first.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Jul 21, 2015 3:31:01 GMT
Danny approached from behind Fawna but stayed quiet. As Fawna was putting on her little display, Danny herself started to work. Making sure she was out of view of the men looking to brawl, Danny first used another cast of her Necromancy to call forth Ahriman and a much newer addition to her arsenal called Orcus. As it manifested itself for the first time, Orcus let out a long and low moan. The ax handle was crafted straight from a human spine with tendons holding each link together. The ax head slowly pulled itself together as thick ropes of sinew and bloody veins interwove themselves to create the head with set of snarled teeth acting as the blade. The last piece to reveal itself was what looked to be a tortured face trapped in the ax head crying softly and whispering constantly phrases like "Let me rest... Let me sleep... End my nightmare!" With Orcus completed, Danny stepped silently into the light so that her nightmarish ensemble was revealed in all its twisted glory. She remained silent though, letting the only noises come from Orcus and Ahriman, opposite personalities chattering and whining and crying for release and blood respectively.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 21, 2015 4:56:49 GMT
Grumbling, Lasair had managed to unwind about half the anchor chain without the rig breaking, but he wasn’t sure how much longer it could last. Since Danny had gone to help Fawna, he could only hope that Clair would finish up with the lines by the time he finished with the anchor, if not sooner. Stealing a boat had been so much easier in planning; at least next time they’d be better prepared.
The men only laughed at Fawna; they clearly believed that they five of them, muscled from years of ship work, could handle the young girl wielding the pipe. “The real question is if you’re up for a beating.” He cracked his knuckles for emphasis, several of the men around him doing the same.
Before he had a chance to touch her, however, Danny and her weapons came into the light. The men froze, all eyes on the demonic weapons. Most wanted to turn and flee right then, but they wouldn’t move if their leader didn’t. He looked to the masked figure in the background, looking scared for a moment but then annoyed. “We gots ourselves some Anders. We can handle them. C’mon men, we should take care of them and then check the ship.” All the men nodded, determined to follow orders, and then moved forward to attack.
Miraculously, she finished pitching off all the mooring lines without being seen by the mob on the pier holding up the new kid. Clairee flew back topside to see Lasair straining with the anchor. "Oh yeah, knew that heavy piece of machinery would give us problems. Maybe with two Ander's it'll snap..." She briskly crossed the deck and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, turning the crank to try and drop the anchor - or, if they were lucky - break it clean off. "C'mon, if ever there was a good time to break some piece of technology, this would be it," she groaned as she heaved the heavy handle bar forward with Lasairs help.
Fawn felt a chill crawl up her spine at the low moan emitting from behind her. She froze for a moment wondering if it was one of the sailors she had incapacitated. 'No earthy thing can create that noise.' Her mind confirmed. Struggling against the urge to turn and look as the men in front of her blanched she stood her ground. "Just we got some Anders?! That's it? Ya can't say something more heroic or catchier than that? That's pathetic." Fawn said in a rather offended way. The woman swung the pipe hard about mid height seeming to aim for the first ones middle. When and if the managed to dodge it she'd be coming back around the other way aiming for his head. If not then one point for the ander and zero for the sailor when he bent over with a well placed knee to the face. Fawn now wished she had brought her whip. This would be so much easier.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Jul 26, 2015 7:29:38 GMT
Danny let out a raucous laugh as she released a pulse of necromantic energy. Hearing the call, a gaggle of black and rotted looking imps burst through holes torn in the air with the flutter of decaying wings. Puss oozed from myriad open sores of the little monsters and blood ran from their exposed gums over the teeth, set below bulbous frog-like eyes. The little creature's spines were exposed down their back and their hands ended in bony claws. The knee height gremlins bounced around and surged forward gurgling gleefully as they set about their sadistic work, all the while Ahriman screamed its lust for flesh and blood, bone and sinew. It was hungry... so hungry. It needed to eat, why couldn't it eat? Orcus, the wicked sword's opposite, gurgled quietly its misery and woe.
No. no words now. Only the work of a monster tonight. Danny leisurely walked closer to Fawna before speaking in as guttural and grotesque a voice as she could manage, completely unperturbed by the Owlet's fight. "Do finish playing soon. Gold would like the leave soon..."
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