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Post by Grimm on May 4, 2019 3:40:35 GMT
Violet spun his knives in his hands trying to calculate a course of action before he rushed in. The Siren’s song oddly seemed to have no effect on the half-demon, or if it did Violet made no sign that he felt it’s pull. As Astrin shouted at him, Violet rushed the Siren not intimidated by her beauty at all, but rather scared of the feathers, although you’d be damned to know it. With a powerful swipe with one of her wings she knocked V to the side, but he was quick to counter throwing one of the large knives he had in his hands. It struck the Siren in the shoulder, the creature shrilling a high pitched scream at it’s injury. It pulled the blade from it’s shoulder and the weapon was barely able to hit the deck before the Siren was upon him. Violet got his feet under him before the pair went crashing down into a pile of boxes, dropping his other knife well out of reach. He let out a grunt as her claw dug into his shoulder, while his other hand was grappling with hers as she tried to dig her nails into the soft tissue of his belly.
Violet was strong as half-demons went, but this Siren was every bit as strong as him if not stronger. The tip of her nails began to puncture his shirt, she was singing to him but he was fighting her off, fighting off the fog her song was starting to bring to his mind. He watched in horror as her nails started to transform into claws, easily closing the distance she lacked and the blade-like talons went slowly sinking into his abdomen. He could see something in the corner of his eye, one of the box lids was ajar and Violet could spy the grapefruit sized clay balls buried in sand, the warning signs cautioning of the contents flammability. Desperately he reached for the spherical contents, the Siren’s talon slicing even deeper into his flesh. With a cry of pain and determination Violet brought the clay container up smashing it against the side of her head, the jelly like contents ignited by a spark from Violet’s hands. The Siren let out an even louder scream that she had before as the upper half of her body engulfed in fire, the more she tried to wipe off the fire the more it spread, eating up those soft feathers. Agonizing shrills threatened to bust their ear drums and the Siren escaped overboard into the sea while Violet was quick to bury his burning hand in the sand housed in the box. The substance was crudely called Dragon’s Spit, because it was sticky and would burn anything and everything it touched. The Siren could swim to the bottom of the ocean and still that fire would burn, as Violet once had learned the hard way.
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Post by Behax on May 4, 2019 17:09:14 GMT
Astrin had no time to be worried about V and his fight with the Siren, but as her song seemed to push to the back of his mind, he could only assume at the very least that she was pre-occupied. He didn't have time to worry about her or V.
He parried the blade of the helmsman, only for both their swords to clash again. The man was quite strong Astrin noted, but not particularly skilled. Their fight drove Astrin away from the helm, and towards the edge of the ship, the sounds of clashing steel following him. Until he was driven so far, he felt his back hit the side of the ship. He looked behind him a moment, and saw the waves below. In a swift motion he grabbed the other man by his shirt, spun them both around so their positions were switch, and shoved him over board.
"Sorry about that," he apologised as he let the man fall. Astrin then dashed back to the helm and retook control, turning it until their course was corrected and once again less deadly.
The flame produced by V's fight with the Siren caught his attention. "Do be careful with that!" He yelled across, and as he did another Siren landed on the deck, already facing V and eyes full of the fury of hell itself. There was a splash from behind the half-demon as the other Siren that had been circling ahead dove into the sea, presumably after her stricken sister.
Astrin cursed to himself under his breath. He hoped that was all of them. The Siren raised her wings, and when she flapped them forward a great gust of wind was sent towards V. She was attempting to blow him overboard.
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Post by Grimm on May 5, 2019 9:00:57 GMT
Violet rolled his eyes as Astrin yelled at him to be careful with the pyrotechnics. He let out an annoyed growl when another Siren landed on deck, his scowl looking just as pissed as the Siren herself. Unfortunately the only thing on him now were 4 throwing daggers. The Wind blast from her wings send him sliding backwards. He hunkered down, sticking one of the daggers into the deck as an anchor. The moment the wind had started to died down, Violet rushed forward with remarkable speed throwing two daggers in one graceful throw with precision and speed, both aiming for the same eye. Hoping that at least one of them hit their mark, he followed through with his last dagger in his hand aiming at her neck; if they missed he would be in a bit of trouble.
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Post by Behax on May 5, 2019 19:51:09 GMT
One of the daggers hit their mark, while the Siren managed to knock the other one away. The siren let out a deafening screech as she stumbled back, partially blinded. She didn't have time to ready a counter attack before V was on her. However he didn't quite get her in the neck. She shifted just enough that he got her in the muscle of her shoulder.
Astrin stayed out of it. He didn't want to get in the way, and he needed to make sure they stayed on course, at least long enough to be out of danger. However he was keeping an eye out, in case that third Siren came back.
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Post by Grimm on May 7, 2019 17:46:49 GMT
His dagger struck the creature in it’s shoulder and before Violet could strike again, she locked her arms around him and took to the air. Just a few flaps of her wings and he was already too high up for his liking, struggling against her carefully knowing her intent was probably to drop him once they got high enough to be a fatal fall.
It was an intense moment to say the least when Violet felt gravity pulling him back to the earth below; V and the Siren both coming to a bone chrushing thud onto the deck near the helm just behind Astrin. The half demon laid on top of the Siren, his hand firmly around the hilt of the dagger that had pulled from the creatures shoulder and jammed it through her eye socket into her head, both combatants quiet and unmoving. Until Violet slowly began to stir. “Maybe..I should have stayed in the cell…” he grumbled.
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Post by Behax on May 20, 2019 22:24:47 GMT
Astrin could have sworn he damn near felt his heart leap into his throat when he heard that crash behind him on the deck. He turned and held his breath for a moment, releasing it only when V began to move and speak. "Well you're alive now that's what matters.....Which we wouldn't have been for long in those cells," he said nodding his head towards the treacherous waters they were now beginning to turn away from. "Now do us both a favour and make sure she's definitely dead....You can never be too careful.... And prey the wind carries us from here...Quickly."
Once he was sure that they would remain on a safe course, he dared to let go of the helm. "Now I'd wager we have a few minutes to round up whoever we haven't already of the officers, before they start coming to. We can decide what to do with them after they've come too, and we know what state our crews are in." He suggested before V could argue with him.
"And you might want to throw that over board." He waved vaguely at the Siren on the deck, before setting about the very task he'd just suggested. Rounding up what further naval officers and crew members he could find.
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Post by Grimm on May 25, 2019 17:40:26 GMT
Violet sat up giving Astrin a taxing look, retrieving his dagger from the Siren’s head. “It’s dead.” He muttered under his breath not use to having to cooperate with someone of Astrin’s caliper. He got up rubbing out the nail punctures in his chest. “I still say we should slit their throats as be done with it.” Violet tone was flat almost without emotion when he mention the naval crew. The half demon reached down grabbing onto the siren and pulled her over to the rail, her wings severely broken dragged behind her body. As he was positioning to dump her overboard, her hand grabbed onto his arm as he let her go, her weight threatening to pull him overboard with her.
“SHIT!” Violet’s upper body was pulled over the rail and he sunk his knees under it to keep him anchored. Her claws were digging into his skin as she slipped down his forearm and he wiggled his waisted the blood from his arm making her slip faster until she was clutching as his gloved hand. Fingers began to slip free of the blood soaked glove and the Siren fell from the ship, taking his glove with her.
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Post by Behax on May 28, 2019 18:14:34 GMT
Astrin managed to find the captain, and the officer that had molested him earlier, along with the boy charged with keeping an eye on him and V, and various other crewmen milling around either the deck or captains office. He gathered them all up and forced them into the brig. It was some time before he returned properly to the deck where V was.
He looked alarmed at the state of V's arm for all but a couple of seconds. "It's dead, he says." Astrin's tone was flat and his expression less than impressed. "No no, it's fine. Why would you listen to my advice? I've probably only been sailing just as long as you have if not longer," he added bitterly before V could say anything.
He turned on his heel, and began to walk back into the lower decks of the ship. Heading to where he believed their crews were being kept. "Why would anyone listen to the cat man, he's just a stupid beast after all....." He continued to complain bitterly. The end of his tail was flicking with slight irritation.
Just as he expected their crews were being kept in the slave hold, in the lowest levels of the ship, guarded by maybe 5 men. Astrin was peeking around the door frame when V caught up with him. He pulled his pistol from its holster, and unsheathed one of his swords, readying to attack. The crewmen down here weren't charmed. Too far away to have fallen under the enchantment of the Siren's song.
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Post by Grimm on May 29, 2019 2:42:54 GMT
Violet seemed as if he was going to defend his initial time of death, but was cut off by Astrin’s bitter tone. Violets lips pressed together as he wrapped a scarf around his forearm and wrist, securing it tightly seemingly unbothered by the minor wounds he had received. While his fellow pirate’s disposition threw V for a small loop, Astrin reminded him of his mentor and it was just enough familiarity to bring an irritated smirk to his face. The smirk was replaced with a frown when the other man referred to himself as a stupid beast. Violet had been around enough cynicism to know where it was coming from.
He retrieved a set of throwing knives from his thigh, watching Astrin’s body language for a silent cue that he was about to attack. And the moment Astrin was set in motion, Violet followed the blades slipping from his fingers and striking two of the men, one in the chest and the other in the arm.
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Post by Behax on Jun 18, 2019 11:44:43 GMT
Astrin waited in silence as he watched the crew men guarding the slave hold. His tail began to swipe side to side, reminiscent of a true cat that was about to pounce on its prey. He led with his pistol, shooting the closest guard to him right through the heart. He grabbed him before he fell and used him first as a shield, and then as a distraction, throwing him at the next guard. It Gave him enough time to get a fatal sword blow on the man before he could react.
There were three other guards in the hold.
“Captain behind you!” It was one of Astrin’s crew, another beast kin. Astrin spun on his heel just in time to bring his sword up and block what would have been a nasty blow, just inches from his face. This left two others for V to deal with, while their crews watched in anticipation and awe. Clearly Astrin had little intention or need to take any of these men alive.
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Post by Grimm on Jun 20, 2019 15:23:10 GMT
Violet had watched Astrin’s body for hints that he was ready to attack, his movements from the swish of his tail to the way he inhaled; he had to admit there was a certain rugged charm to them. The guard he had struck in the chest when down almost instantly. Violet had followed in behind his daggers retrieving the one from the falling man’s chest and plunging it into the other guard’s neck whom had still been in shock from being struck in the arm.
Violet looked when Captain was yelled, not quite use to the teamwork with his rival. The sound of swords clashing met his ears and he was glad that Astrin got the warning in time. The other two guards came towards him, grinning like they had already won against the half-demon. While Violet was tall, he was also slender and lean, a look that was very deceptive to those who thought muscle bulk was everything. He spun the daggers in his palms as they sized each other up. The guard that made the mistake of lunging at him first had been poked full of holes by the time his body was falling past V. His strikes had been quick and fluid, a kin to the way a snake moved. As the guard hit the ground, Violet was attacking the one that was left. He made it look easy, he made it look graceful and elegant the way he danced with his knives, the way he cut apart his opponent, while the badly bleeding guard swung futilely at him. Naga had always described the way Violet fought was like a flame had been given blades, mesmerizing to watch if your eye was quick enough. The final blow came with a blade puncturing the man’s brain through his eye socket, just like he had done with the Siren before, and the man collapsed to the floor.
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Post by Behax on Jul 5, 2019 16:25:28 GMT
Astrin struggled against the guard bearing down on him for a moment longer than he’d care to admit, before being able to deflect the man’s blade away from his face. He discarded his pistol, pulling his other sword from its sheath and bring it down along with his other blade on the man he was fighting before he had time to right himself. Astrin then in a single motion withdrew both blades, before then shoving them into the doubled over guard and shoving him right up to the wall. He made sure the man had breathed his last before swiftly withdrawing both blades and re-sheathing them.
He retrieved his pistol from the floor, and re-holstered that too.
“Is he dead this time?” Astrin jested as he dragged the corpses of their victims to the back of the hold and began going through their pockets, until he found a ring of keys. He went over to who was presumably his first mate and unlocking his cuffs, and then giving him the keys to unshackle the rest of The Heresy’s crew. Once they were all free Astrin tossed the keys to V so he could do his own crew the same favour.
“I’m glad to see you are unharmed Captain.” The man who spoke was the same beast kin who’d alerted Astrin to the danger he was in before. Like Astrin he was of the feline persuasion. “Another miraculous escape?”
“Thanks to an entirely too handsy officer,” Astrin said with a grin.
The feline man he was speaking to pulled a face somewhere between sympathy and disapproval.
“And thanks to some Siren’s we’ve managed to round up the rest of the crew with relatively little blood shed.”
“Sirens?”
“Unfortunately so, but we are out of danger…..for now,” Astrin informed his crewman.
“But….a sacrifice to the sea will need to be made, otherwise we won't be for very long,” Astrin added as he began to ascend back up the stairs, his crew man who could probably be assumed to be his first mate following behind. Out of V’s ear shot he whispered some instructions to the man before continuing up to the deck by himself.
The feline turned to the rest of the crew. “Right men and Women, we aren't quite out of the woods yet, the Captain wants you to assume your positions, and…...Play nice with the crew of the Grim,” he added the last part with a weary look to V and his crew. Some of Astrins crew had a look about them that suggested they’d prefer not to play nice, but when the man addressing them cleared his throat they all nodded sheepishly.
“Captain Haine is up on deck,” this was addressed solely to V as the crew of the Heresy began to move.
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Post by Grimm on Jul 5, 2019 19:06:51 GMT
Violet rolled his red eyes at Astrin’s comment, which was easy to tell since he did not possess the solid eye color like other half-demons. He had done that exact move dozens of times and his enemy had always gone down, which was exactly why he did it. They all went down quick and easy and one might mistake it for his favorite move, a signature move and perhaps it was, but they were all practice for when he came face to face with the man who had destroyed his life.
Leaning on the bulkhead V waited his turn watching Astrin like a hawk until he got the keys. Violet unlocked his first mate and gave him the keys to do the rest. The first mate of the Grim was a large hulk of a man and twice the age of his Captian, a silver sliver whisked through his hair. The two of them conversed openly in a language that was undeniably an isolated islander dialect. V’s first mate seemed to asked a question, which V responded by looking down at his bloodied shirt and the scarf wrapped around his hand and forearm before waving off his concern. V made a gesture to his crew a half circle motion of his hand, in which his first mate took over for him and address his crew.
“You heard the Captain; to your posts and no causing trouble, or V will see to you personally.” The first mate informed and threaten the crew.
When Astrin’s first mate addressed him, his red eyes slid over to the man with a gaze that could only be described as cold and murderous. It was the aura he wanted to convey and he did well. Violet moved up to the deck, his crew following behind that of the Heresy.
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Post by Behax on Jul 5, 2019 20:38:34 GMT
Where Astrin’s hair and fur were an almost pale greyish-blue and wild and fluffy, his first mate was a striped ginger with bouncy curls and short fur. He was slightly taller Astrin, without the reliance on heeled boots and broader. He took V’s cold murderous look instride, if it intimidated him, it didn’t show.
He had to hold back his own eye roll at the way the Grim’s first mate followed his instructions up with a threat. He watched V go up to the deck, and eyed his first make for a moment, before following. He couldn’t leave his captain up there with a rival alone, he suspected that the Grim’s first mate would be close behind.
Astrin’s crew was largely made up of beast kin of different species, though for the most part they were feline, canine or lupine, there were a few half-demons and even less actual humans. They busied themselves about the ship as instructed, and got on with their jobs well despite being out of sorts about having to work alongside a rival crew. Astrin’s first mate was tempted to make a bet with the captain for how long the two could co-exist before a fight broke out.
On deck Astrin was on the upper deck, his own helmsman at the helm, though there was no set course, he’d simply been instructed to keep them out of danger. A couple of men hurried past V and up the stairs, rolling a large map out on the table. Astrin was standing by the edge, periscope drawn as he looked out to sea. There were already men in the rigging, and Astrin’s watcher in the crows nest looked put out to find himself sharing the space with his counterpart from the Grim. Both looked equally uncomfortable.
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Post by Grimm on Jul 8, 2019 19:17:31 GMT
V’s first mate was surprising human, considering the type of cutthroat crew that V allowed to sail with him. The Grim was always heading into dangerous situations, many of their attacks on Military ships and their vendetta was clear. Out of the small portion of his crew that were taken prisoner, there were only a handful that didn’t need the threat. They respect V and his plight. The others however were not good men and needed an almost constant reminders who was in charge. Too violent for any other Captain to keep them in line. Violet made his crew walk a very fine line between when it came to their behavior, innocent blood shouldn’t be shed; however V didn’t deem the military to be innocent and many of his men had a personal bone to pick with them.
Violet stood with his arms crossed behind Astrin who was looking out over the sea when V’s First-mate approached with papers in his hand. He handed them over to his Captain, which V took and began to read. “What are you doing?” Violet addressed Astrin his red eyes not leaving the paper as he read the military orders instructions to lure and capture the Captain of the Grim alive, Von Lear’s signature on the bottom of the scroll.
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