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Thread: The High Seas (Safehold and Lemon)

A small giggle, and she finally made her way down towards her men, watching keenly, as they prepared for boarding. Already, within dirty hands, they began to light up an array of empty bottles, which stung the eyes, as alcohol violently sloshed within. Hanging from the openings, were rope, moist and ready to be touched by the burning, flickering caress of a flame. Certainly, jumping upon the deck of this ship was suicide. Thus, they needed a distraction. Molotov's were a prime tool, and as Rosaline had always been a fan of the unexpected, she nodded her head, and gave the go. Arms leered, the bottles were ignited, tossed with much power, and soon enough, the deck of her enemy blared up in anger. The men aboard, were surely thrown for a loop, and quickly, as Barles exclaimed, her men began to fling themselves overboard, just as they had their makeshift bombs of illumination. Swords met flesh, metal and wood. The array of anger that blossomed between the opposing forces, was beautiful. If anything, impressive. The young woman smirked, and soon, stepped up onto the railing of her beloved vessel. Immediately, she narrowed in on her pick of the evening. The one who had so brazenly watched her from afar. Well, certainly a proper introduction was called for. She hopped over with grace, and immediately, drew her sword into the chest of a rushing man. He was kicked away, forced off of her blade, and she stepped upon him with little to no dismay. Using him as a plank, flames licking in random locations about her, she began to close the distance, licking her lips with anticipation.
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As the pirates came, Moore grinned with anticipation. A proper boarding action was one of the Navys prime recruitment tools. Swashbuckling and swordfighting were the big myths about sea life. It managed to get a few silly-stupid lads to sign on only to find that their lot in life mostly consisted of cleaning a ship and performing one of the hundreds of other tasks that were required for basic navigation. For once, though, the stories that were posted in churches and told in taverns with much slathering of hype and exaggeration were no myth. The melee was joined, and it was fierce. More violent than Moore had ever before witnessed, and he was an accomplished warship commander. Crewmen, Marines, and Pirates churned each other to bloody messes after the initial wave of crafty and highly destructive firebombs struck his line. For a while, Moore stared on, wandering if the contest was in doubt. But his mind re-focused as he sensed her coming. The Amazon. Only a trained swordsman such as he could recognize an opponents bead in this manner and he adopted his guard. Yes, any moment now. One of his Marines thrust a bayonet into the womans sole companion as she advanced with rapid speed, before he in turn was cut down by the fierce piratess. Moore himself only had enough time to bring up his own blade to deflect her incredibly fast slash at his chest as men on both sides continued to die around them. Moore thought maybe he could see the tide begin to turn in his men's favor as Marines to his left fired a devastating volley into the second rank of pirates, but he couldn't really tell. He had other things to focus on right now. No initial words were exchanged as their swords repeatedly clanged off one another. He managed to get through her guard and strike her on the head with his pommel, trying to knock her out, but he groaned as her blade sliced through his tunic and sliced a shallow cut down his chest in turn, a strike followed up by her own beat onto his head. He found himself on the ground just as his men definitively, slowly, began to gain the upper hand.
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It was exhilarating. The pain which flooded her head was welcomed, and while she blinked away the trickle of blood which stained her sun kissed flesh, dribbling down across the delicately chiseled features of her face, she remained in her posture. She fought, with the intensity of any man on this deck, if not more. Her limbs, though considerably smaller, were wielding with ease. Her speed was her advantage, as was the knowledge of her opponent's next move. She anticipated it all, her father's strict and vicious treatment shining through her feminine exterior. Soon enough, he was on the ground, and while she was worried for the safety of her men, and the ability to fight against this monsoon of Officers, she did not once, look away from the man sprawled on the wood before her. Sand crunched beneath her boots as she walked to him, quick to pounce, and send the tip of her blade into the palm of his hand. This, served to distract him, and as she struggled atop of his muscled frame, she excelled at disarming him. Easily, would she be able to reach for her pistol and put a bullet between his eyes, yet, she yearned to give this man an honorable death. It was of no use, and just as his blade was nearly eased from his grasp, she found herself on her back, panting hard, and struggling for power. Pain riddled her side, and it was then, she realized she had been struck by something. Her ribs ached, and blood, quickly sullied her white tunic, staining the opaque material a vibrant red. Wild, crystalline eyes of blue looked up and she gazed towards him, curious as to what he was planning.
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Nathan groaned in agony as the tip of her sword sliced into his palm, and his eyes grew wide as he realized that he was probably done for. Well, there is no better than a death such as this, at the hands of someone so skilled, he reflected. It was a shame that they found themselves in these circumstances. Someone with such natural ability deserved to live and be put to a higher purpose. But today both of them would die. She would kill him and once the battle had been won by his superior numbers and better organization, she would be surely be killed for the act and then theyd probably hang her body for posterity. He closed his eyes just as he sensed that she was about to deliver the death blow thinking of the sea, his first and only true love. Crack. A Marine fired his rifle just as the woman was about to bring her sword down onto the Captain, and the effect was immediate. Though the bullet had grazed her side, it still tore open her toned abdomens flesh, and the young lad had just enough time to privately celebrate his saving the Captains life before he himself was cut down by a pirate who had been thought eliminated but had lain doggo to strike at whatever he could before his ultimate death. The fierce battle continued amidst a total bloodbath dozens of Crew, Pirates, and Marines lay dead all around the scene. A handful of pirates were standing but a final charge from below decks produced their inevitable end. The two ships, between them now having less than a dozen individuals aboard, floated aimlessly. The pirate ship had begun a dangerous list, the legacy of the grave damage which the cannon had inflicted upon it prior to the boarding action. Moore opened his eyes and looked around, and realized the situation. Just as he had been knocked to his feet with crippling wounds, so had the Amazon, and now they were amidst the closest thing to a draw that a boarding action might possibly be. He looked to her bloodied but mostly intact form, and despite everything, smiled. Cant do anything else , he realized.
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The world was quickly becoming diminished around her, and as she lay there, gazing up towards her foe, she couldn't quite think of anywhere else she would like to be. She had fought to her death, and while her injury was far from fatal, it certainly crippled her to the degree of immobility. Frustrated, she groaned, feeling her lungs clench up painfully, with each breath. Blood continued to be pumped in and out of her prone chest, and she cursed the bastard who had shot her. More specifically, she cursed the one above her. Rosaline listened to the dying sounds of the men around her, and while there were still some alive, more than not, all of her crew lay abandoned and cold. They had given it their all, and were merely outnumbered. There was nothing more they could have done. They did not die in vain, but rather, they had passed as warriors of their own kind. Shaded, she squinted towards the weighted body which kept her pinned, and frankly, was wonderfully surprised to see him smiling. This made her laugh, and quickly, curse out as pain flitted up her side. I have to say, she began, her voice husked, You have a wonderful smile. One to compliment? Why, yes, she was. Rosaline spoke her mind, despite everything. Perhaps that was the reason for her being admired, and hated.
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What else am I going to do? Moore asked, glancing once at the sword which was too far away from him to grasp, and realizing that he was too tired, too wounded in every way to retrieve it. Not die, it seems, like so many others he looked around the scene. At least not right now. So, I smile. A few moments of life even here is still life, and I may as well enjoy it. But he closed his eyes as they rolled skyward, thank you for the compliment. He laid his head back on the decking. Ill take it as a reason to call a truce. No more killing today. Tomorrow, perhaps. But not today. If any more die he couldnt tell how many remained alive, but there was no way that there was enough crew to sufficiently man one ship, never mind two. None of us will survive. Despite everything, he managed to waddle his prone body over towards her, and extended his hand. So Truce. Okay. He groaned with pain as the wrong spot of a wound rested on the decking.
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Understandable, she quipped, wanting nothing more than to lodge the bullet out of her side, patch it up, and go to sleep. It was exhausting, truly. The effort put into war was the longest, most toiling bout of exercise she knew. Rosaline was far from defeated, and even as she was given the invitation to draw a truce, a part of her flinched away at the thought. She was in no shape to continue on, neither of them were. They had finally met the end of their demise, and, smart enough to know that his kindness was not in vain, she reached out. Her hand slipped into his own, and firmly, she shook upon their agreement. Alright...but, I'm curious to know, she began, a slender brow arching. What in the world do you plan on doing with me? Am I to be maimed? Hung in front of cheering onlookers? Rosaline could only hope that her death would come swiftly, even now, as she was still aching horribly.
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Maybe someday. I will go out on a limb and imagine some of the blood on your clothes isnt from this fight. He released her hand and relaxed on the decking. For now though, none of us will get to see what happens to you without cooperation. He sighed. He really wasnt about to suggest this. It was inconceivable. Him? Work with a pirate? A sure murderess, brigand of the sea, the kind of person he had signed up to fight? Theyd take his command if they ever found out and maybe, just maybe, a voice in the back of his head said, that was kind of the point. Perhaps in this grave fire of battle, which had massacred dozens of fighting men like so much cattle at the slaughter, a new page in the book of his life was being turned. He didnt want to think about that. But he looked around again, and there was only a handful of his men remaining. All were wounded in some fashion, all completely unable to fight. He had no way to compel her cooperation, not that he could take such a stain on his honor in the first place. He grunted to himself. Honor. What meaning had honor, anyway, in this place? He looked to the Amazon once more and nodded. Perhaps it had enough. He groaned out loud as he rose from his prone position, but his legs, despite fatigue, despite all the wounds, despite the mental scars this terrible gauntlet would leave forever upon his mind, he was able to rise. He grit his teeth together, both in effort and residual shame for what he was now about, as he offered his hand to her. Come on. It was then that he felt, however slight it was, a pang of attraction to her. She was seemingly helpless, though part of his instinct told him that it was folly to assume that. The fascination hed had with her appearance and her style prior to the battle returned, just then, as he looked upon her clothes that were covered with the essence that mostly had belonged to others. Her supple chest rose and fell as she looked back to him, the loose stained tunic still leaving little to the imagination. Her eyes, even now, were rather entrancing. Her powerful toned legs were splayed out on the deck, and he wondered what it would feel like to have them Madness. All madness. This is a complete disaster, and youre thinking about sex. He was perturbed, but it returned. So what? He shook it off and reached out to her.
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Cooperation isn't my forte, she muttered truthfully, feeling a bit weary of his actions. What in the world was this man doing? Surely, he couldn't be serious. He wanted to work with her? On what terms, Rosaline didn't know, but, her interest was shamelessly piqued, despite her natural paranoia coming in to play. They were both tired, and the thought of leaving this battle behind her, was welcomed. Her beloved ship had met her end, as well as her crew. It was depressing, but, such was the life of a renowned pirate. At least oxygen still filled her lungs, and she was spared from the depths of death. Rosaline wondered if there were any others, who continued to clasp upon the last strings of life. If there were, she wouldn't know it. Her attention remained perpetually on the one beginning to rise beside her. Ughs, she wished not to move. Yet, the sand was sticking to her blood stained form, her wound was growing irritated, and the hardened wood of the deck was anything but comfortable. Thus, after she managed to give him a quick inspection, her arm lifted, and her hand, shaking, grasped his own. His eyes were practically burning holes into her flesh, just as the bullet still lodged in her side, had done. Flattery was a playing emotion, but Rosaline was amused, more than anything else. He seemed to be a bit ashamed of his attraction towards her, as if he was participating in an inner tussle. Truly, was it so bad? Even if they were from different ends of the spectrum, certainly, they could appreciate an attractive person without much fault. Groaning, she got to her feet then, her knees weak and her side throbbing irately. By gods, this hurts like a mother fucker, she spat, gripping at her side. You need to tell me how deep it is, Rosaline suddenly urged, turning a little, and lifting up her tunic. Hopefully the bullet isn't between my ribs...now, how much damage has been done, she questioned, blinking somewhat innocently towards him. It was revealed then, that she was far from the assumed image of a woman who lived on the sea. Her skin was soft, without blemish, and supple to the senses. Curves, feminine and pronounced, were shamelessly revealed in her exposure.
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Nathan realized that the womans actions could not have been incidental, in revealing herself to such an extent only to prompt examination of a wound. Had she no shame? Apparently, the answer to that question was no. And, strangely, in a way that Nathan did not want to begin to try to understand for fear of where such thoughts may lead him, he did not mind the fact. In fact, he realized as his eyes traced up and down her luscious curves, he appreciated it. Perhaps it was because she had proven herself to be his equal as well as his complete opposite in the realm that he had thought he knew better than any man. Perhaps he still did, if he could say that he knew it better than any man. He didnt know, and at this moment, didnt rightly care. He advanced almost automatically to her to inspect the wound. He came to his knees to look upon the bruised, but mostly intact, tissue. He decided he had best serve the purpose to which he had been directed. It would be most embarrassing for his uncontrolled feelings and desires to be called out or otherwise noted even in these desperate circumstances, though the irrational side of Nathans mind truly didnt give a damn. Ah, it is a minor flesh wound, he said, pressing his finger to the soft skin around the cut of where the bullet had passed cleanly through. You will heal quickly.
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Of course, she was shameless. There was no reason for her to lay dormant, and remain covered by the heady layers of clothes that most women wore in these days. The weather wouldn't agree to that, and would serve as a nasty cause of heatstroke. Along with the fact that she needed mobility to fight, and, perhaps Rosaline enjoyed the ability of dressing a bit scandalously. Her crew, naturally, never complained. It was obvious why this man would be startled, as he, was more than likely surrounded by women of utmost respect, those who became accustomed to chastity belts, and daily tea parties. She was anything but that, and while she allowed her body to be delightfully on display to the naked eye, her own personal endeavors for sleeping around, were few and far between. She had only bothered with two lovers in the past years, and planned to keep it that way. Picky, and far too busy at times to find something of her taste, she was able to hold a strange air of respect for herself, if one knew her. Standing, she listened to his verdict, and was pleased to know that the bullet wasn't even lodged inside of her still. Good, that would serve to be far less messy. She sighed in brief relief, even if her movement was a sudden twitch, when his fingertip pressed against the soft skin around her wound. It still hurts horribly, Rosaline quipped, But...I'm curious, how's your hand? I hope that wasn't your primary... And, if it was, good for her in guessing correctly. Their fight had been a brutal, tiring one, and even the most skilled fighter could lose all common sense, in the midst of battle.
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Nathan had probed the Amazon he smirked as he realized he still did not know her name, or how to go about acquiring it with his right hand as his left hand, the one he favored, had been pretty badly damaged by her sword piercing. It would heal, but it would take some time. Well, he answered at first with a little bit of hesitation, wondering as to the wisdom of divulging such details to someone who had been doing her utmost to kill him only a few moments before, you did nick my sword hand pretty good. But I think it shall heal in time. Ive got it bound up. He touched the makeshift bandage that he had ripped from his bloodied and surely unsalvageable blue uniform tunic and winced as the spike of pain from the wound travelled up his arm. I think were essentially both fine, I think we should probably see to the other survivors He turned away from her, his eyes departing from her appealing body for the first time since they had both fallen in combat. Im afraid that your ship isnt going to make it he declared, looking over to the pirate schooner, which was beginning to sink after being holed by cannon below the water line. He shrugged. At least now she essentially did not have a choice but to work with him. He didnt really know where that would lead but he could not contain his curiosity. He lowered his head as he thought on that. Was it curiosity, or fascination ?
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Most could heal, but it certainly wasn't a welcomed process. Rosaline had had her fair share of injuries, and while this was merely one that would be more of an annoyance, than anything else, she couldn't quite help but despise the thought of being crippled to an extent, whilst in the 'care' of those she had dubbed to be foes for years. The captain managed to swallow down her pride, however, and take the situation for what it was. She was at an ultimate loss, and while she had suffered more than he, at least, her men had been able to strike quite the hole in his defenses. Mention of her ship immediately drew her out of her thoughts, and instantly, she turned to look towards her ship. It was sinking. She felt a strange mixture of sadness and relief begin to envelope her young bones. Biting into her bottom lip, she wondered if her father would be proud, or disappointed. Perhaps both. Considering, she was freely standing beside the man who had forced her men to endure early deaths. That didn't matter now, did it? No, it didn't. She breathed in, the heavy scent of smoke and blood tinging the air around them. Stepping over a few bodies, she came to the railing, gripping it tightly. Within moments, her wooden lover would be under-siege by the unforgiving ocean. It had her frowning, the first example of her ability to actually feel emotion, like anyone else. What a pity, she thought...her heart breaking a smidgen, as her childhood disappeared without a trace. Right...survivors... Rosaline turned to look across the deck, and was pleased to see that perhaps two, three of her men weren't completely dismantled. They were in critical condition, but still conscious.
Thread: Let's Improve Those Vocals!(Zalvek x SpecialKay)

Larten was a big time producer, his latest hit was ready to take the stage at any moment, but he had to speak with her first. He rushed around the backstage area, making sure there were no Audi problems, and all the other items were perfectly fine. He made sure to double heck running the routine again before heading to her dressing room. He didn't knock and simply entered closing the door behind him as he smiled. You ready? You're on soon, I think...you should hear this though.Larten said, handing her an almost legit looking article that stated, singers who had a human erection inside there body and rode it sang better than those without. It was strange, but Larten had developed feelings for his pride star for a long time, and he didn't realize it until now. He had developed a system of glory holes and bench hiding spots over time to prepare for this moment...he would not fail his dreams.
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Haku was getting ready in her dressing room, doing a few final makeup touches along with prepping herself mentally. The red eyed, fair skinned young woman let out a heavy sigh. As she wasn't the first Vocaloid produced, she felt she had a lot of pressure about being a new Vocaloid that wouldn't be as popular as Miku for example. She sighed again and she looked in the mirror, trying to get herself excited and prepared for her next performance. She blinked when she heard the door open and saw that it was her producer. She nodded softly, even though she wasn't prepared at all. Haku tilted her head curiously when he handed her an article. Haku took a few moments reading over the article before a heavy blush covered her cheeks, I... I guess that's really interesting, but... Why are you showing me this?
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Larten smiled, sliding his hands into his pockets as he looked over her body, it as perfect. She was one of the newer vocaloids sadly, so she had a lot to live up to. Especially with the explosion of Miku's success, it was almost impossible to live up to. His eyes diverted to the ground as he kicked at apparently nothing before looking at her in the eyes and he smiled. Well...when I read that article...knowing its your first performance to make an impression...I thought. Well...I thought you need as much of an edge as you can get... So I.Larten paused dropping his pants around his ankles as a lengthy twelve inch member revealed itself. Decided I'd like to help you.