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Post by Lockdown on Oct 4, 2016 1:49:50 GMT
Murray grits his teeth as the two men start a posturing contest in the pouring rain while they're trying to run for their god-forsaken lives. Thankfully Jin's arrival cuts things off before they can escalate further. Unfortunately, the nominal captain's plan leaves him shaking his head. "Not a good idea Jin, splitting the group. We've no idea how many hands are aboard, nor how fast the Marines are making their way here. We need to get everything close and rush the crew, take them with the element of surprise and keep them from getting a warning off to anyone ashore. Morgan had plans for a lot of funds I'd earmarked for repairs and supplies, which is what led to my dismissal. So I've no idea what they may have acquired while I was off the ship for the past day. Best to take everything with us as we go, or at least get it closer to the ship so we can onload everything as quickly as possible once we've secured the vessel." He points through the drizzle towards one of the dark, tossing shapes at the docks, a somewhat battered-looking two-masted caravel. "She's moored at pier eleven, right there."
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Post by Breakthelevee on Oct 4, 2016 2:05:20 GMT
Ferren scoffed at Colt "This 'Overgrown Drumstick' could beat you with both hands tied behind my back. I've found it's never a good idea to rely on something that can get knocked out of your hands if the ship rocks the wrong way."
He shook his head and turned to Murray and Jin, gesturing towards the former "I'm with him on this one. Especially since that would be leaving behind both people capable of ranged support."
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Post by JPThunda on Oct 4, 2016 2:16:58 GMT
...Mister...Guns..., Colt thought to himself.
"Just wait a damn minute, you want me babysitting these crates, but you're gonna bring this feather-brained tea kettle?," he asked, pointing at Ferren with his thumb, ignoring Ferren's prodding for the moment.
"Your friend there has a point. We'd be better off going in together, and knowing what we're up against. I could scout out that ship no problem," he said very matter-of-factly, sitting down on a crate and kicking his feet up on a barrel. "That is, if you change your mind."
Situated on the boxes, he took a deep breath. "You think you're a match got me drumsticks? Bring it on, any time. And if you think you're gonna separate me from my pistols," he said, drawing one, spinning it on his finger and effortlessly holstering it, "then you'd better think again," he added, a dangerous tone in his voice.
"Ya wanna know what I think we should do?," he said casually, a smirk growing on his face. His gaze focused on Murray. "You were their old quartermaster, right? Just convince the guards your old boss took you back, and we're bringing on supplies for them," he said as if it were obvious. "Then, once we're all onboard with our supplies, we get rid of the guards," he said as if it were as simple as breathing.
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Post by HeadPikachu on Oct 4, 2016 3:08:59 GMT
Of course there'd be drama already. Maybe it wasn't too late to go back to the bar if this was what she had to look forward to...As the plans unfolded, Gina removed her hat, reached inside, and pulled out an old, worn guitar that had clearly seen better days. She put the hat back on, slung the guitar over her shoulder, fiddled with one of the tuning prongs, and strummed a few notes to test it out. Good, everything seemed to be working well. Now, if they could stop fighting...A quick strum, and a loud warning burst of sound came from the seemingly innocuous guitar, likely getting their attention.
"Can we get going? I'm getting soaked." And indeed she was. In a white dress. Luckily, it wasn't a particularly thin fabric. Or unluckily, for those who wanted a peek at her peaks.
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Post by madandy on Oct 4, 2016 3:35:05 GMT
Lonnie looks up when he hears Gina's chord, having been amusing himself while the adults were bickering by evaluating the ships around them for potential vantage points.
"Wow, that was really cool, Miss Gina!" He says before refocusing. "Also, we should maybe work out a plan when we can see what we're taking." He fidgets slightly, a little impatient to see what their new ship and home is going to look like.
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Post by masterblade007 on Oct 4, 2016 4:26:53 GMT
The DJ peeped up from behind his massive trolley of goods, supplies, and treasure, taking the side of Jin instead. "Oh come now; captain's plan isn't so bad. We set some crew to move the cargo onto the deck, some crew to fight off the deck hands. Then we can all storm the lower decks as a group and swamp Morgan with numbers!" Of course, a great bit of that plan hinged on Pumbloom being able to dispose of a bunch of deck hands with minimal injury. Which shouldn't be too much of a problem; these guys couldn't be worse than the marines just offshore.
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Post by Lockdown on Oct 4, 2016 14:21:48 GMT
Murray pinches the bridge of his nose as the bickering only heightens, before nodding over at the tavern girl in thanks. Taking note of her current unfortunate state (and trying his hardest not to stare), he pulls out a piece of oilcloth large enough to act as a makeshift cloak from the supplies he'd scavenged, handing it to the woman. Diverting his attention back to the matter at hand, he can't help letting one hand drift to the pouch on his belt. This lot were almost as bad as trying to corral Morgan's crew for repairs...
"Okay, you two," he gestures at Ferren and Colt, "Can whip them out and measure each other up after we've secured our escape route. And I have to agree with the gunslinger gentleman's plan; Morgan's crew tend to take after their preferred mon, felines. Which means that they've got enough curiosity to make his plan feasible, and allows us to get our supplies closer to the ship. I might be able to get them off balance by ordering them to help me load this gear. Scouting the ship would give me an idea of who's there and how to tailor what I'm going to say for best effect. Any addendum to this plan?"
He pauses as some things that had been niggling at the back of his mind fall into place. "However, we do have a few things going on in our favor. And one thing that is not. The crew overall were expecting to party down hard tonight, so even the guards should be at least a little tipsy; and at a minimum to boot. Which means that it'll be easier to confuse them with some implied slap and tickle coming their way," he looks at Gina apologetically. "That being said, we have to make our getaway as fast as possible, because Fat Cat has a cousin that's also here. An even nastier customer, former Marine and real Morganeer to the bone. Goes by the handle "Iron Jaw", has a Mawile as his mascot. Creepy looking thing they say, covered in scars and with a bow in its "hair". Though I've heard rumors that the moniker refers to a cosmetic bit of armor plating he's got around his jaw made to look like a prosthetic. So! We need to make sure that any crew still on board are out for the long count, because once Fat Cat learns that his ship's gone, I'm willing to bet that he's going to be going to help from his cousin... as soon as his pride will let him, which gives us at least a few hours extra. And the fewer people that can tell which way we sailed off in, the better." He nods sagely as he winds down.
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Post by masterblade007 on Oct 4, 2016 23:08:06 GMT
".........ah, about that."
Pumbloom shifted himself to the front of the crowd, to be more clearly addressed by the captain and first mate. His face was frozen in a half-smile, as if trying to comprehend a sudden shock. "Well... funniest thing. I passed by this abandoned pirate vessel on the way here with a whole pallet of supplies and treasure. Err, this large cache I have here. And it maaaaaaaaaaaaaaay have been the vessel of Iron Jaw."
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"Which I may have discovered by trying to loot the boat of its ill-gained pirate treasure."
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"And in the process accidentally stole the mascot Mawile before it could sound the alarm."
To this end, he pulled out the Mawile's capture ball as proof of the action he had taken. The sheepish smile still hung on the DJ's face, though sweat on his forehead marked out a building worry, if not for the action but the retaliation his confession might cause. "BUT HEY! Iron Jaw was still asleep when I left, so maybe he hasn't noticed yet! But we should probably leave this dock as soon as possible before he can place a finger on who did it."
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Post by amillaiara on Oct 5, 2016 5:36:44 GMT
With a little last minute looking around as she made her way to the docks, not finding anything, Gwyn continued floating, hopefully, far above any watchful eyes. 'Where are they... Where are they' She thinks as she has arrived floating above the docks, moving farther out into them.
Finally she spots Gina, the really nice lady who had given her food, surrounded by the other members of the new 'pirate crew' that she was going to sneak her way aboard. She floats above them, hardly able to hear what they are saying, but waiting to follow them to whatever boat they were going to be stealing, she'd have to hide after they arrived in clear it out, if their were enemies on board. She knew she couldn't fight them off.
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Post by bloodmankey on Oct 8, 2016 5:30:37 GMT
Randy ran his way over to the ship, lugging stuff behind him, panting a little. Pokemon in the balls so he could keep them handy. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
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Post by JPThunda on Oct 9, 2016 0:18:10 GMT
"He was asleep, so as long as nobody else saw you that shouldn't be a problem," Colt said coolly. "Although that paint job of yours leaves a little something good to be desires," Colt said, waving a pistol at the marked-over boxes. It was unclear when, exactly, he had drawn said pistol...
"As for measuring up...well, there's no need," Colt said, pointing his sidearm at Ferren's hand, specifically at the gold wedding band on his finger. "He's already bowed out of the game and put on his gilded shackle. No competition there," Colt said with smug confidence. "Besides, there's no need to further embarrass the guy. There's women and children around," he added lazily, holstering his weapon.
"Either way, we should decide what we're gonna do sooner rather than later," he said, leaning back against the pile of crates.
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Post by Breakthelevee on Oct 10, 2016 2:16:15 GMT
At the mention of his ring, Ferren's shoulders slumped a little bit and he slowly reached up and grabbed a pendent that hung around his neck before speaking "You're right that there was just the one for me. She's dead though. You think there would have been any reason good enough to leave behind my wife and daughter?"
His arm dropped to his side and he took a few steps towards the ship, shaking his head "There isn't anything in existence that is worth as much as them."
He sighed and turned towards Murray "Just point me in the direction of any of them that you think might be a challenge. I'll make sure they don't get up again until we've crossed the Grand Line"
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Post by flarnith on Oct 10, 2016 17:26:05 GMT
Marak looks to Tethys as they deal with preserving the food. "When do you think the others will get here? We need to leave soon if we're gonna beat out the storm and the marines"
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Post by Nocturne on Oct 10, 2016 19:00:15 GMT
Melanie frowned. She'd originally planned to just use the strength of her new 'hybrid' form to transport the crates but that was neither efficient, nor particularly quiet. There was no way she could pull that off unnoticed and then word would spread and the marines would be able to pick up the crew's trail all the more easily. Then again, Melanie thought, it's unlikely that we're going to be all that hard to follow and if the marines are good at anything, it's hounding people. It probably doesn't matter if I use this form to transport the crates. But there's still the problem of transporting them all together rather than carrying them one by one. There must be an easy way to transport all of this stuff. She looked around the back of the warehouse and it didn't take too long before she found a decent sized cart. Smiling in satisfaction, Melanie loaded up the cart with her cargo, marveling at the strength granted to her by the devil fruit she ate.
Once she was done, she pulled the cart towards the docks. She kept an eye out for Carver, hoping that she could find the man and he could tell her where the ship was, but eventually she became impatient and decided to look for the ship on her own. It took a surprisingly small amount of time and she only tried to board the wrong ship once. Melanie stood in front of the ship and looked up. She spotted the demi-human and Buuta on board the ship and figured she was in the right place. She dragged the cart up the ramp and onto the ship, smiling at the two men. "Hi!" She greeted them, but her smile disappeared once she saw who else was on the ship. It was the barely dressed woman from the Red Oak Inn. Melanie didn't begrudge the woman the opportunity to get away from the marines, but she couldn't help but slightly wish that the woman had chosen a different ship. Is it too late to get on another ship? Melanie wondered. She usually didn't judge people by their appearance, but this woman was simply too... womanly! Though now that the girl could get a closer look at the woman, she had something of an innocent air about her. Perhaps she wouldn't be as insufferable to be around as Melanie originally thought? Why, perhaps Melanie could even convince her not to flaunt her body all the time! But that was to be attempted another time. For now, Melanie was content being annoyed at her.
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Post by JPThunda on Oct 10, 2016 21:34:46 GMT
Colt eyed Ferren warily for a minute as he spoke, after which there was ano awkward silence. When Colt spoke again, he started with a deep sigh.
"Well. That killed my buzz," he said sarcastically, looking over at Gina. "Hey, barmaid...Gina, right? I don't guess you brought any of the good stuff with you, huh? Preferably rum," he asked.
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Post by Lockdown on Oct 10, 2016 23:27:06 GMT
Murray's patience has finally hit its limit it seems, as he snaps out from between gritted teeth. "No. Colt, you're not touching anything harder than club soda until we're at least twelve hours away from this god-forsaken island. We need everyone functional and sober to make a clean break, and we need to get the hell away from here yesterday. To that end...
He turns his attention to the barmaid as well. Miss Gina, if you're alright with helping me play distraction come up alongside me as we approach. I'll try and keep their focus split so they don't get too grabby before we strike; these lunkheads like to "toy" with their entertainment so they won't attempt any groping immediately at least. If you'd prefer to avoid that, feel free to hang towards the back and pitch in once the ruckus starts. Either way, we need to get moving, and we need to move now," with that said, Murray picks up the traces on his wagon, and begins hauling it down towards the dock that their prospective getaway is moored at.
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Post by HeadPikachu on Oct 11, 2016 1:41:46 GMT
So. The DJ pissed off yet another pirate, related to the one whose boat they were going to steal. Colt had accidentally brought up Ferren's dead wife. And their best plan was using her as bait to distract the crew.
Fantastic.
Gina wasn't exactly enthused about the plan, but regardless, she nodded. "I'm a barmaid; I'm used to drunks by now. I'll be fine." She confirmed, slinging her guitar over her shoulder and following him to their new, illegally-acquired home. Her loot was still safely tucked away in her pocket dimension, so no worries about lugging around anything; might help sell the 'entertainment' aspect a bit better, anyway. On the way, she did release Dolly back to her shoulder - the Chatot was NOT liking being dragged out into the rain one little bit - as a precaution.
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Post by nadodan on Oct 12, 2016 0:45:52 GMT
Carver walked up the gang plank a short while after the others had arrived his pack looking a little larger as he stepped up a little quiet at first, examining the crate Buuta had brought and the net full of fish Tethys had brought, before turning to each of his new crew mates examining them slightly for a moment before adding the food he'd gathered to the rest of the stock.
"If no one here has any food allergies, I should be able to stretch this to last a little more than three weeks" he said motioning to the food "And in a pinch we still have my stock ingredients" he said patting his pack "Though make sure to let me know your taste preferences, I'm not sure how much those fruit have changed us, but I do know that Pokemon can react badly if they eat something not to their tastes." he said.
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Post by JPThunda on Oct 12, 2016 2:24:03 GMT
"What?! Now hold on just one darn minute," Colt said, looking at Murray. "You don't know the first damn thing about me, but you're gonna come along and make my sobriety your business? Like hell!," Colt said leaning forward, his irritation clear. "It's none of your business," he said, waving his hand dismissively at Murray and leaning back as his demeanor shifted. "Besides, I'm much more pleasant to be around after I've had a few, and it's not like I'm trying to get smashed. I just get grumpy when I'm too sober," he said smugly, turning his gaze to Gina.
"So, whadda ya say? Help out this poor soul who's stuck high and dry, would ya?," he asked sweetly.
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Post by Staruniva on Oct 12, 2016 2:49:14 GMT
After a few detours and backtracking, Proxy and her little gathering of Pokémon companions safely arrived at the docks without a hitch. Now came the next problem: finding the ship. Even with Randy's brief description of the ship, finding one particular ship out of the many ships still moored at the docks will be difficult, and the harsh downpour wasn't making things any easier. For a couple of minutes she was aimlessly wandering around the docks in search of the ship, and probably would have missed it if it wasn't for her recently acquired crew already being on board. After double checking that it was indeed her crew, and after checking to see that all of the Pokémon she had gathered up were still with her, Proxy clambered up the plank to join the others on the deck.
Now on the deck, Proxy was very surprised that her crew had managed to gather up so much food and supplies in such a short amount of time. In fact, she actually felt quite happy about this; she had found such dependable and capable allies! "Sorry I'm late! I had to make a few detours on my way here," she apologised to her more capable allies, feeling a little bad at having made them all wait on her. "But at least I managed to get some extra limbs!" she quickly added as she gestured towards the Pokémon she had managed to gather up: a green coloured Beedrill, a Ledyba with a scar over its left eye, a Butterfree, a Spinarak, a Plusle, a Shinx, and a Pidgey. "Since everyone is here now, are we all ready to set sail?" she asked the others, she herself all ready to go.
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