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Thread: Arch angel test (Misha_Hiroki and Akuma)

Roslyn nearly panicked as he aimed himself in such a way that if she hit him properly she would hit his heart. She shifted slightly as well at the last moment so that she pierced him, but missed any vitals. Her smile never faded as she pulled the sword out of his flesh slowly, making sure he felt every inch of metal slide out. And I'm not here just to kill you. She said after flicking the blood from her blade once more. I'm to accompany you if I find that you're worthy enough to continue outside of this forest.
Thread: Arch angel test (Misha_Hiroki and Akuma)

He winched slightly but made no other note to the blade.I knew you were soft from the start.He said.I saw the panic in you...Any normal demon would have killed me when they laid eyes on me.He said.The you've become soft.He said with a laugh as he put his hand to the stab wound.I have no time to play games with a soft demon.He said as he turned his back on her and started to walk away. His wing covered the other part of his body.Don't follow me unless you have an intent to kill.He said with a demanding voice.
Thread: Arch angel test (Misha_Hiroki and Akuma)

Why? Just because I don't feel like killing you doesn't mean I don't want to torment you. It's not like you can do anything about it anyway. She followed him closely and shifted to a more human appearance, though this time she kept her black hair and red eyes with slitted pupils. Obviously you've not encountered the higher demons before. We like to play with our food if it proves to be amusing. You seem to be amusing, so I'm keeping you alive until I deem you no longer such.
Thread: Arch angel test (Misha_Hiroki and Akuma)

Oh really then you might as well stick me.He said not looking behind him. He really had no fear for any demon.Higher class...Stupid demon i kill your kind for fun half the time.He said as slowed his pace the sound of a waterfall rather close.And this forest comes with a waterfall how grand.He said with a chuckle.Maybe then i can clean this blood off and wrap up the wound you caused cause you Panicked like a little bitch.He said harshly.
Thread: Anyone up for some Brawl Yaoi?

My Roleplays! So I can actually KEEP UP with them. None yet. D
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And the giant white hand? Is that still in this one, by the way?
Thread: Anyone up for some Brawl Yaoi?

snickers Yeah, the Master Hand's still in the game.
Thread: Anyone up for some Brawl Yaoi?

Lucario? . XD Suddenly I had the craving to play Lucario, the scene with him and snake is priceless.
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Little poke to get this back up.
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Would you want to do a LucarioRed, or maybe Pitlink? or something of that sort?
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Bah da da...
Thread: Is it playtime yet?

Bumpeth.
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-helps bump-
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Thanks!
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Bumpy. I'm bored..
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You're pulling and pushing me down to you, I don't know what I want..
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Damn. Stomach hurts... like hell.
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Bumpeth!
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i'm always an incest fan
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Can I see a RP sample? Because I don't want someone who gives me only a paragraph.
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Bump! Just got back from grocery shopping..
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I'm so hornybored..
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Bumpity.
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BUMP FOR J00!
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Thanks! Bumpeth.
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Bumpeetth.
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Bumpity! Shower time
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Back from shower. Bump.
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Last bump of the day.
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Bump! I'm terribly bored.
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When everything is meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am..
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Bump. If you can't write three paragraphs, then.. don't bother PMingIMing me.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

Bloody Ethel Bonney The pair of dark blue eyes peered up slowly into the dark black sky, the starts brightly shining and the woman breathed in softly as she stood at the helm. Her hands upon the wheel, enjoying the breeze of the wind in her face. Having sent her crew down below deck to the galley to get some food in them and some rest. She stood above deck, breathing in the salty sea air. Her name was Captain Ethel Bonney. Though she was known as Bloody Ethel Bonney, if salvaging or looting a port and one person got in her way she wasn't one to shove and threaten she'd pull out her sword and slice away. She was known to be quite brutal but most of all she didn't care, the only things she cared about were her crew and her ship. Ethel was a beautiful young woman, standing at 5'8''. Her hair a dark chocolate brown almost a shade of black. With her eyes a dark sapphire blue, that could pierce through anyone. She wore a white button up blouse which hugged her torso nicely, a nice black and red corset the fitted her form nicely, along with a pair of brown pants, her black boots rising up her legs just below her thighs. Tonight she need not her jacket as it was already quite warm out, enjoying the wind licking at her face. Her sword and pistol hanging up in her quarters. Her brown hair flew softly behind her, a black bandanna tied around her head to keep her hair out of her eyes. Ethel Bonney usually tended to sail to each port she could, salvage and loot any houses she could find and add up the number of deaths on her toll. Though tonight they weren't heading to any port to salvage the poor peoples money. They had just come back from a Dangerous Adventure. To find the hidden Mosaic Treasure that was hidden deeply in the Forbidden Cayman Islands. Any man or woman who found that treasure would be richer than the king of England and just knowing that tickled her Fancy. Though the only problem is that..it's forbidden. People have said that the temple that is surrounding the treasure is Cursed and if you step inside who knows the fate that awaits you. Many pirates have tried to find out and none have come back. Though now, Ethel Bonney could show everyone wrong. She had come back alive and quite well, a few of her men had been sacrificed but most escaped live and well with the Mosaic Treasure in their hands. The trunk was resting in her cabin in the corner. Waiting for morning so they could open it up and hand it out to everyone in the crew. Ethel gave a soft sigh and smiled, lifting the brown bottle in her hand she took a drink of her small bottle of rum and closed her eyes. Yes, it was wonderful to be a pirate.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

Bloody Ethel Bonney raised her bottle, lit by the navigator's map lantern. Captain Jack Windslow watched her through his most powerful spyglass. That's right, Ethel, dear, he muttered under his breath. Steady as she goes. Windslow's ship, the Lover's Laugh , was under blackout, every light larger than a candle snuffed. It was also under full sail, rigged for speed, trying to close the distance before dawn. Windslow and his crew had heard Bonney's bosun bragging in Port Au Prince about the lead they had on the Mosaic Treasure. The legendary cursed treasure was large enough to inspire the whole crew into pursuit. But why should they risk themselves, when Bonney's crew would do the dirty work, and then they could swoop in and seize the profits? So they'd spent close to a week, hovering on the horizon, keeping Bonney's ship barely within sight. And now, here they were, sailing away from the Forbidden Caymans, and running lower in the water, were they? Oh, yes. So now it was time. Clapping the spyglass closed, Windslow nodded to the navigator. Keep us steady. Let's see if we can't catch up to them before first light. Aye, said the navigator, with a wink and a vicious grin. Windslow couldn't quite return the grin his crew's glee at the coming attack was starting to disturb him, actually. It was a nasty bit of business, but the crew didn't have to enjoy it so much. Most of them were newcomers to the ship, and had bonded well with the older crew, but Captain Jack just didn't cotton to them. He stepped into his cabin, took off his hat, and settled into his desk chair. He wore just a loose-sleeved shirt, dark waistcoat and matching breeches, and shipboard shoes. He'd have to wear tougher boots for the battle in the morning. He sighed and rubbed his brown hair, tugging at the ribbon that bound it into a ponytail at the back of his head. He needed a few hours sleep, and there wasn't a better time to take it. He got up and moved to his bunk, slipping off his shoes on the way. The crew would wake him if anything unexpected happened. For now, he just had to rest up. By this time tomorrow, he would either be victorious, or he would be dead.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

Though the night passed on by slowly, Ethel Bonny made her way below deck and Nudged Bosun her first mate awake. Take the helm. She muttered, Aye. He said and stood up, shaking the sleep from his eyes before move above deck and grasping the wheel. It was almost dawn and Ethel at least needed some sleep so if they did have any trouble she'd at least be someone awake to deal with it. Entering her quarters she pulled her boots off with her hat and laid down onto her bed with a soft moan and leaned over, licking her fingers and pinching the wick of the lantern as it went out. No more than a couple minutes she was out just like the lantern but she was quickly woken up, the sun was now rising just above the horizon and saw Bosun above her. Capt'n! I've spotted us a ship. He said with a bit worried voice, standing up she pulled her boots on along with her hat. What colors she flyin'? She asked and looked up to him as Bosun shook his head. None, Cap'n.. He said and she growled, shoving past him and out of the quarters. Running up above deck, her hands grasped the railing and she leaned over to see the Lovers Laugh . Windslow.. ye sly bastard. She growled, Take the helm! She ordered as Bosun ran to the wheel. Wake up ye Mangy Gits! She yelled and shook the bell hanging below. Man the Braces! Hoist the sails! She watched her men fall out of their beds and quickly getting dressed and running out onto the deck. She growled and pulled out her spyglass and looked through it towards Windslows ship and shook her head. Damn him to hell! The sails were soon hoisted as the wind blew in their favor but as well as Windslows and knew his ship was only a tad faster than hers.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

Windslow had changed clothes his hair was tied under a dark bandanna, he had closer-fitting dark clothing and his raiding boots on. He also had his brace of pistols and his rapier. Many buccaneers preferred the short, heavy blade of the cutlass, but Windslow had learned many secrets of the long blade, and he rather preferred the range of it. He put a foot up on one of the rails and gazed at their target. The sails were going up, fast, and he could see the flash of worried faces glancing back at them. Get ready, me hearties! he caled behind him. We're almost abreast. Remember the Captain stays alive. Everyone else dies if they resist. He glanced back, saw the smiles. ONLY if they resist. We can stand to have prisoners, if only for leverage. Some of the smiles dimmed, and Windslow wasn't entirely comfortable with that. He's always considered himself a professional who happened to find better fortune outside of the law he wasn't a killer by nature, though he was willing to kill when necessary. Still, success was what mattered in this instance. He turned his attention back to Bonney's ship, his mind rested and quick. If she turned, he could catch her, pull abreast. If she went straight, he would eventually close the gap anyway. He had her. It was just a question of when.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

And Ethel Bonney knew that he had her which only made her heart beat in frustration and she shook her head. They're gaining on us! Bosun yelled and Ethel turned her head, her eyes furrowing and Bosun sulked down. She leaned over the railing and growled, he was getting closer and closer. She had decided to just sail straight ahead if he pulled up beside them she could drop her anchor on the star-board side and turn easily, but only if the wind was with her. Though it seemed the wind had died down and wasn't working with her and it didn't matter if the wind worked or not, Windslow only seemed to get closer and closer faster and faster. Prepare to be boarded, Mates! She called out to her crew. He wasn't along side but Windslow was pretty damn close and she leaned over. What 'ave I done to receive such a pleasure of yer presence? She called out sarcastically, her arms over her chest. Though her right hand resting on the hilt of her cutlass and she cocked her head to the side. If yer wanting the Mosaic Treasure, Windslow. Yer out of luck! She turned her head and motioned her head back, Johnson, Gibbs.. She said and they nodded their heads, Aye Cap'n. They called out and ran below deck, standing in front of her locked quarters, guarding their treasure.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

Windslow stood on the prow of the Laugh in plain view yet still partially covered by the projection of the figurehead and grinned over at Bonney. Why, Ethyl, I just thought I'd be neighborly. You seem to be sailing with a heavy load, I thought I might help you move a little faster. As she continued, he nodded. I appreciate the confirmation, m'dear. We'd heard that was the goal. If ye give it over, I'll be merciful. If ye don't... He let his expression harden. ...I'm afraid me crew might get a bit tetchy. Dropping his voice, he muttered to his first mate, Come to think of it, ready every grapple we have, even the spares. Put half of them on chains. No matter how he came up, she'd have to just pull away the more grapples they had, the harder it would be to cut them free, and if the ones on ropes could pull them close enough, the ones on chains could secure them in a way that couldn't be severed by a mere hatchet chop. The biggest problem he had was how to come close enough to board without coming under her guns he couldn't afford to draw up on a full broadside, she'd rip the Laugh to pieces this close. But he'd always been good at improvising tactics...
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

She couldn't help but laugh and she grinned, Oh dear Windslow. I could hand it over. But I don't think yer brain you could open it. She said and stepped back slowly. It opens up only one way, without a key. And I'm the only one who knows it. She growled and and glanced over. Get ready men. She said over to them and gasped, leaping back as a few grapples were tossed over, latching onto the railing of her ship and it rocked a bit, seeing the chains that were connecting it. She glanced over at Bosun who was turning the wheel at the helm but each turn of the ship only seemed to make the grasp of the grapples tighter and she growled. Drop Anchor. She commanded as two men ran over and dropped their anchors. If he wanted a fight, she wasn't going to run, she was known as Bloody Ethel Bonney and she was going to remain that way. Man the guns! She turned on her heel as half of the men ran below deck and began to get the cannons ready and she glared. Yer sure you want to be doing this, Windslow? She asked and unsheathed her cutlass slowly twirling it in her grasp.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

They had just drawn up, prow next to the flank of the target, and some of the crew had grown excited. Windslow didn't fault them, but he personally would have preferred they have waited for his order. Ah, well, the damage was done. He turned to his crew. All grapples away! Haul us close! Get a winch on one of those chains! The target was trying to get away, turning away from them, while others of their crew were frantically chopping at the ropes, but the chains held, and they were drawn along with the other ship. He nodded things were going as planned. Prepare to board, he hissed, then raised his eyes to his counterpart. I'm sorry, Ethyl, I'm afraid we've come too far to turn back now. If you give over, I can spare your lives. Perhaps I can even cut you in for a share... He grinned and winked, but his rapier was in his hand, and his mate was handing him a mast line. Battle was about to be joined, and his heart raced in excitement.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

Her men frantically ran about chopping at what grapples they could but most were chained and she growled, What do we do, Cap'n?! Some panicked and she glared, Stand your ground! She hissed and pointed her cutlass out towards Windslow. When they board attack, She nodded and stepped forward, But! Windslow is mine.. She growled and stepped to the side of the railing, her heart pounded heavily in her chest as her men backed up and two had already jumped ship and she wasn't happy. She wasn't happy at all! Already some had jumped and fled the scene and now she only had about fourteen of her men left, but at least they stood by her. Like hell I'll give over. If you want it.. You'll have to take it from me. She said and peered over to her men and she leaned over the Railing slightly. Fire those Cannons! She yelled out frantically and peered up just as she could see Windslows crew ready to board and just then she felt her ship rock slightly at the force of the cannons exploding, three firing off at first and exploding right into Windslows ship.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

Windslow noticed the problem just before the Laugh juddered under his feet some overzealous pilot had allowed the ship to draw too far forward, and instead of hanging on the flank, just behind the guns, they had drawn more even, which allowed them a lot more area to mount a boarding attack from, but also meant they had just taken cannonfire straight into the superstructure. On the downside, they had just had holes blown much of the way through the prow of the ship. On the upside, they were close enough to Bonney's ship, her cannons couldn't point down far enough to hole the waterline, so there was no danger of being sunk. And the cannons wouldn't have enough side-to-side tracking to be able to do too much more damage than they had already done. And that damage was nothing that couldn't be repaired. By this point, the two ships were being winched tightly together in a death-grip that only one would survive. He counted only a handful of men on her decks counting the crews down below at her guns, he easily had her outnumbered at least two to one, possibly more. And they looked haggard, possibly from last night's celebrating, whereas he'd been sure that most of his crew had rested up. Oh, it was going to be most unfair... But perhaps enough would surrender that it would be at least not a total slaughter. He locked eyes with Ethyl as the two ships finally crunched into contact, scraping barnacles off each other's hulls with the impact, and he knew she'd fixated on him. Her bloodlust was legendary, and she had more reason than most to want to kill him right now. He leveled his sword at her, tightened his grip on the swing-line... and launched himself sideways, leaping off the prow of his ship in a long sideways arc that brought him to the far side of the knot of men she'd gathered around her. His men charged across the joined gunwhales as he grinned at his opposite number and engaged the nearest enemy, neatly parrying his slash and skewering his sword arm deeply enough that the other man dropped his cutlass entirely, gasping in pain. Windslow stepped back, whipping his sword free, and stood ready for the next attacker. He didn't enjoy killing, but he did revel in the excitement of battle...
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

She enjoyed killing, but only if that person deeply deserved to be killed. Like Windslow, he had already stabbed and killed one of her men and she growled out as she shoved through her crew and right to Windslow. Windslow! She barked out and arched her arm out forward, pointing the tip to his chest and she breathed in softly. You...are mine. She said and stepped to the side slowly. The blade of her sword running along his slowly creating a light screeching sound of metal and she narrowed her eyes. She heard a few screams and jerked her head to the side as another one of her men was stabbed and her eyes flared up with fire. The only people she knew deserved not to die were her men and here they were being killed left and right. She pulled back before swinging forth with slight force, her sword parrying with his as she moved across the deck slowly. Her her eyes continued to dash back and forth between her crew and Windslow, though noticing that the sounds of blades weren't clashing. And she could see her men held against their will with blades along their throats or pistols to their heads. She growled and flung her sword to the deck before her hand swiftly pulled her pistol from it's holster and cocked it as she aimed it towards Windslow. What are you doing you fools?! She barked and Bosun was even held with the blade against his throat. Cap'n..theres more of them than us.. He stammered and watched Ethel Bonney and she sneered before looking back over towards Windslow again. And that's stopped you before? She asked, not looking back just as yells were erupted and her men turns, thrusting their swords out and fighting with more fore than they had before. But just because they ahd stronger force didn't mean they were going to win as they were out numbered and by a lot. Bonney held her pistol out and stepped to the side as she knelt down, sliding her fingers around the hilt of her sword an straightening back up. You really think you'll win..? She asked as the sounds of metal clashing and parrying was heard again and she smirked.
Thread: The Forbidden Treasure [Mr.Master and I]

After crippling the first attacker, Windslow was required to kill the second, and that's when Ethel stepped forward. He accepted her challenge with merely raising his blade. They fought, blades flashing. Murder was in her eyes, but he was able to keep her at bay, with his longer blade and longer arm. He didn't want her killed, after all -- she was the single one who he needed alive. So he parried and blocked and dodged and thrust at her merely enough to make her back off, all the while waiting for his men to take control. Which they did, which caused Ethel to draw her pistol. In a flash, one of Windslow's pistols was in his other hand, pointed at her. He raised an eyebrow at her motivational speech, and the other brow joined it when it actually worked. He had to hand it to her, she at least knew her crew, and knew how to inspire them. He kept his pistol on her as she retrieved her sword. Win? What, between you and me? Doesn't matter. All I have to do is keep you occupied until... and the clashing of arms began to die down, ... the gun crews wrestled the cannons to the deck. Surrender now, or you'll be hulled and sunk no matter what. He grinned at her, jerking his head to the side to indicate the tactical superiority. Oh, his men could have defeated hers they were fighting fiercely, but numbers and condition would out, eventually. Still, he knew faced with the loss of everything, she'd most likely try to save what she could her crew, if not her ship. He drove his point home. Surrender now, and no more of your crew has to die.