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Post by Margorr on Mar 8, 2016 18:29:25 GMT -5
Rebb did not care that they would be out of the Eastern Seaboard by sunset. He only cared about fighting Garkul. He wiped Garkul's spit off his face, and drew his scimitar, pointing it at the Captain.
"En garde yerself, cap'n. Ah've decided tae give ye th' honor of makin' th' first move. Send me tae hellgates yerself, instead o' talkin' fancy about sailin'."
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Post by Doggo on Mar 12, 2016 14:10:59 GMT -5
With other other crew backing away from the fight, Scrawf found himself crowded against the railing, struggling to other the heads of the taller vermin. Roughly elbowing a nearby ferret, he managed to squeeze to the front of the crowd, just in time to see the start of the fight.
"I hope you know what you're doing Rebb" he thought silently.
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Post by dara on Apr 3, 2016 20:07:11 GMT -5
Whilst most of the crew crowded around the fighters to see better, Silt had another idea. Turning their eyes upwards towards the sails they simply made their way back to where a few still lingered and began to scramble up the rigging for a better view. Settling themselves comfortably amongst the twisting web of ropes their maple coloured eyes glinted as they began to watch, fidgeting occasionally as if not wanting to betray their excitement about watching two creatures battle.
This would make it much easier to catch tips and tricks if they were to ever come into battle with them..easier to dodge them and escape, that was.
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Post by Jared Sandeye on Apr 8, 2016 12:07:50 GMT -5
Garkul noticed Rebb’s gesture as one of both provoke and defense. The weasel leader matched the stance and beckoned for Rebb to join him on the deck with his free paw.
“Y’know, I was truly hoping that we wouldn’t have to do this,” Garkul confessed with genuine honesty. “Don’t you agree that we’re just wasting our time like idiots? But, hell! You know I don’t regret anything I’ve said! Don’t worry, though, Rebb: I’ll make this quick!”
With that, Garkul clutched his sword and raised it above his head, throwing a downward swoop on Rebb. In another swift movement, he snatched a dagger from a fellow weasel’s belt and jabbed at Rebb’s belly, also having to duck at the rat’s blade in case he thought of a stabbing move.
“Again, this truly isn’t necessary. You’re wasting your energy and your breath. But, what do I care? I’m having my exercise here! And that’s healthy, y’know! I’ll need it, when I confront my true prey! They won’t stand even the most microscopic of chances! Want to take a gander as to whom they are? And I say ‘they’ because I am going after two, a pair of prey! Come on, don’t be afraid! Guess! I encourage you to guess, Rebb!”
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Post by Margorr on Apr 9, 2016 3:33:37 GMT -5
Rebb managed to avoid both Garkul's attacks, all while managing to get in a swing of his own. He missed. Cursing inwardly, he circled Garkul while the weasel taunted him. He wasn't sure what Garkul was going for. Did he really think that he could talk him out of the fight?? Rebb rolled his eyes when Garkul asked him to guess who they were going after. He'd been around the crew and Garkul enough to guess.
"Ah've no' got tae guess. We're goin' after a pair o' squirrels. Yer wastin' our time wi' this petty revenge o' yers. Can we no' do some proper pillagin' an' lootin'? Ah did no' sign up fer some merry chase. What do we get out o' all this? Ah'll tell ye what! A whole lot o' nothin'! Tell me then, what good'll it do us tae help ye kill yer squirrels?"
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Post by Doggo on Apr 9, 2016 19:24:33 GMT -5
Scrawf was starting to regret pushing his way to the front of the crowd. With the excitement of the fight, the vermin behind him had edged far too close to the fighters for his comfort, and they were crowded too close together for him to try to step back a bit. He had never been so close to a sword fight, and with every wild slash he was afraid for his own safety. What if one of those blades went flying towards his own face?
Another errant slash nearly took the tips of his whiskers right off, at which he yelped and dropped to the deck in a belated attempt to dodge. A nearby weasel stepped on his tail trying to move forward. The sudden sharp pain sent Scrawf scrambling between the footpaws of the crowd, trying to put some distance between himself and the fight. The other vermin cursed and kicked at him as his struggling sent some of them off-balance. Having had enough of this, Scrawf pushed down a smaller rat and stood in his place, craning his head over the crowd to see if he had missed any of the action.
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Post by dara on Apr 12, 2016 22:29:15 GMT -5
High up in the rigging all Silt could really hear was the clashing of sword against sword and for the most part shouted words; the vermin down below simply were too loud for them to tell what was really being said. There was too much banging and crashing and calling for them to make out what was going on, though a few words made it through.
Did they say something about squirrels?
Their ears perked; what were..squirrels? Silt wasn't too old and not very knowledgeable about the world in general asides from a few tricks of the trade they had picked up on their own. How one looked meant nothing to them; it was how one acted that mattered most. Though from the way they saw it, they should probably pick up a few names and try to not forget them on this trip.
They had a feeling it would be quite a long one and paying attention would be a good asset if they were going to stay at least seemingly friendly, but be the least talkative as to gather information.
The more they knew, the better.
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Post by Jared Sandeye on May 2, 2016 15:12:29 GMT -5
In a couple sharp and finely-timed movements, Garkul had returned the borrowed dagger to its kindred weasel owner, gripped a paw around Rebb’s sword wrist to hold it in place, and kicked his legs out from under him in a low sideways kick to the shins. Sidestepping the falling enemy blade, and with an elbow pinned hard to the rat’s collarbone and a knee to his stomach, he pinned Rebb to the ground.
“Didn’t I tell you? We ought to stop this fightin', it’ll get us nowhere! Neither of us has lost, yet neither of us has won, either. I’m still in charge, in either case! I’m still the pioneer, the leader of the PoisonFang crew! Your fightin' skills could use some work, Rebb. Take a shot at that for the present, eh? Now, I’m goin' to stand up; you follow me. Sheath your sword as I will. No wins, no loss. Consider us even.”
Garkul discharged Rebb and brought himself back up to his fall stature. Gesturing to Rebb, the weasel casually sheathed his sword and then folded his arms in slight blended apathy and encouragement as he addressed the remainder of the crew.
“Listen up, boys! Revenge is my business, with which none of you have the privilege to interfere. Once I've finished with them squirrels, you will be given leeway for entertainment afterward! Hear me out: when my vengeance is achieved, then the freedom is yours. Pillagin’, plunderin’, lootin’, raidin’, and I don’t know what other insane verbs! I won’t interfere, so do whatever and as you please!
“In the meantime…let’s move on with our voyage, shall we? Burnnik, back to the wheel! Maintain our course to Mossflower Forest. I’ll just pretend this attempted mutiny never happened. I’d advise you to do the same. Especially you three!” With that number of claws, he designated Rebb, Scrawf, and Silt.
"When we get to Mossflower, ask for the name 'Sandeye'. If we get lucky, one or both of them - as they are siblings - may be wanderin' around doing some random chance thing. That will be our opportunity to catch them. Bring them to me alive! No exceptions, no questions asked! They are not to be harmed! That's my job, capiche?"
Burnnik obeyed and returned to the ship’s wheel, taking control of the sails. Harkor, who had recovered from his poisoning long before the ship had left Maraul, joined Silt in the rigging.
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Post by Margorr on Oct 20, 2016 1:01:12 GMT -5
In a huff, Rebb stomped off to go brood along the rail of the ship. Looking down towards the ocean, he muttered darkly to himself.
"Gettin' involved in otherbeasts revenge. Ah'll show the cap'n what revenge is." he said under his breath. No sense causing too much of an uproar now. He'd wait for Mossflower. He'd been there once before, after shipwrecking there under his old captain. The rat was sure he still knew his way around the area. With any luck, those squirrels would take care of Garkul quickly, or he would. He'd just have to wait and see how things played out.
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Post by Doggo on Oct 20, 2016 13:27:14 GMT -5
Having been chastised by Garkul, Scrawf slinked away from the already dispersing crowd of spectators, wringing his paws in agitation. It would be best to remain out of sight for now, with all that had happened, and perhaps Garkul would take the chance to abuse him again regardless. A nice, out of sight corner of the ship would do, and once the heat died down a bit he would come back out.
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Post by dara on Oct 21, 2016 18:55:26 GMT -5
Maple coloured eyes watched the scraggly one slink off into a corner; shame was thick about them like a cloud of an unwashed mammal. If they were any closer, the scent might be palatable, but up here, they were..safe.
They had ignored the messy mouth as they had barked some sort of order to point at them and the other two, only to stalk off and look about like they were in charge. Which was true, for the moment at least. Silt had a sneaking suspicion that someone, or at least a few creatures aboard this vessel, were thinking of an overthrow.
No..that wasn't the word..mutilate? No..
Suddenly coming back to reality as the shuffle of another body joined them up on the high ropes overlooking the ships deck, Silt turned their curious and yet calm eyes upon the one who was sitting next to them, searching their entire being as if wanting to ask a question. Their delicate nose quivered as their mouth twisted, the question bubbling from their lips with the force of a short breath.
"Sand in an eye..would that not hurt?"
A creature that either had sand in their eyes constantly didn't seem like much of a threat to them, but if their main source of attack was to throw sand in the other creatures eyes and taunt them as they were blinded..well that just sounded like a bully and bullies weren't nice at all. No wonder the one who dripped yellow wanted to find and capture these creatures..squirrels?
He said he didn't want them hurt, but it didn't seem like he wanted to help, considering that he had attacked someone who had stood up for them; Silt made a mental note to thank the one who had tried to overthrow the bully but..maybe a word of caution would be wise as well. There was no need to get horribly injured because of them; they were no one..they were nothing.
They were here to help, not hinder.
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Post by Jared Sandeye on Nov 8, 2016 1:53:08 GMT -5
'Mutiny' is wha' you're lookin' for, Silt, my mate! 'Mutilate' is somethin' differen' entirely, a taboo and violen' word." Thus spoke the recovered Harkor, albeit a tad bit paralyzed and woozy from his poisoning by Garkul; the rat adjusted his seating on the rigging and addressed Silt further.
"Garkul...Son of a whackjob won't give up until th' vengeance is his. A rather odd and vicious thin' to be driven by, thinkin' only of oneself, nothin' more. And such is the nature of evil.
"But I wouldn't worry about it too much, Silt." Harkor advised. "Just look after yourself and your fellow vermin, an' all will go well. Hopefully. Sufficien' speed, brigh' moon an' sun, and fair winds labor together, an' we should arrive in Mossflower either late tomorrow or early the day after. And you'll know those 'squirrels' when you see them. About sand in th' eyes...We'll talk about tha' later with th' others, or just us two if you prefer."
Garkul did see Harkor in his peripheral vision, but paid neither him nor Silt any mind, as they deserved. Equal nutcases, Garkul considered them, a pair of good-for-nothings and ne'er-do-wells within the system of the group. Garkul raised a telescope taken from his cabin up to his eyes, to gaze out upon the sea, only to find an unwanted sight.
"Blast everything! The other ship has gone off without us, dag nabbit! We'll have to move faster to catch up! Those sniveling cowards might reach the destination before we do! Come on, you withering whimpering sluggish bloodless filth! Put your backs into the work! Push and pull to the bone! I'll tolerate no nonsense or slacking off from any of you! Onward to Mossflower!"
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Post by Margorr on Jan 23, 2017 1:57:27 GMT -5
Rebb went about his work on the ship, muttering darkly to himself. Otherbeasts steered clear of the ill-tempered rat. He stopped work and grabbed the paw of a passing weasel.
"D'ye like 'ow the cap'n is treatin' us?" he asked. The weasel just yanked his paw free of Rebb's grip and scurried away. It was probably too soon to stir this lot up. He glanced across to where Garkul was. He'd be ready next time there was a fight. It would just take some more practice. Of course, he could always desert, once they reached land. Garkul would be crazy enough to send somebeast after him, or it would be so trivial compared to those squirrels that it wouldn't matter. That was something to consider. Running away was starting to seem like a better and better idea. He had been to Mossflower once before, after all.
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bye!
