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#Post#: 21862--------------------------------------------------
Part III: Drunken Nights
By: mistlock Date: November 23, 2014, 5:14 pm
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((If at all possible, please avoid combat RP in this thread...
already have a lot of those going on. @.@ Please and thank
you~))
In one of the local, now-dilapidated bar, there were a couple
dozen of pairs of drunken Mobians thriving on making loud
noises, slurs and stumbling over their own feet as a small
faction of them decided to celebrate their victory do far. The
had brought one of the female prisoners with them just to cater
to them in the bar, serving them drinks when demanded. Rum was a
popular choice in drink tonight.
#Post#: 22023--------------------------------------------------
Re: Part III: Drunken Nights
By: mistlock Date: November 29, 2014, 11:41 am
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As time seemed to pass, Dava'arus and anyone else whom was
accompanying him, were lurking about the rooftop of the bar. The
ninja frowned a little, soon finding his way to somehow slip
inside and perched himself about the support beams about the
ceiling in the shadows. All of the patrons looked either tipsy
or already drunk off their faces. Upon closer inspection, it
seemed that every one of them were in pairs... very specific,
inseparable and brightly-dressed pairs.
Apparently they had set their guards up earlier, as a group
projecting auditory and visual veils around the establishment as
an added precaution so that no one could get the jump on them...
or at least spy on them. However, as the hours earlier went by,
their added securities faltered under the influence of alcohol.
They placed their arms around each others shoulders and swaying
side-to-side with glass mugs holding generous servings of rum.
They all seemed to sing together, with a couple of exceptions
losing the timing of the song with slurs.
[center]♪♫♪♫Fifteen men on a dead man's
chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of the whole ship's list
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion he was stabbed times four
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped down in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and foul sunrise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red
And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
Looking up at paradise
All souls bound just contrawise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of 'em good and true
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there that took the plum
With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
More was seen through a sternlight screen
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid
That dared the knife and took the blade
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight,
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!♪♫♪♫
((Fifteen men on the dead man's chest))[/center]
One pair after the other streams of glittering, golden light
rained over their attire like rain. Each droplet of colour and
shape changing until they revealed all of them wearing uniforms
varying colours of red, black, gold and cream. Some had ruffles
about their necks, hats, bandanas and nearly everyone had
uniquely crafted guns like Fleurette's or a blade of some kind
at holstered their hips. They soon laughed and broke apart the
shanty with conversations of their own.
#Post#: 22082--------------------------------------------------
Re: Part III: Drunken Nights
By: mistlock Date: November 30, 2014, 4:19 pm
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A smaller group of the pirates continued to sing a shanty of
their own - or at least, repeat a small section of it as though
they had forgotten the rest of the song.
[center]♪♫♪♫We travel between
dimensions, seeking treasures as far as tha eye can see
We pillage tha worlds of thar riches, fer Le Gerant and rewards
fer me
Le Gerant may not be a true name, but 'tis an identity we
address
Fer our Cap'in leads with might and wisdom, cleanin' up all tha
mess
With tha help of those Songbirds, tha world has come ter a stop
Then when Gladiateurs Se Venger arrives, tha globe 'ill be ready
tah pop
Pop away inside 'er, fer she 'ill swallow it whole
Then tha galaxy 'ill wonder, 'bout that Mobius disaapearin inter
a hole
Fer tha planet disappears from orbit, then reappear inter tha
next
An empty Mobius, void of its riches, yet its value still worth
its gold
Fer we auction it away ter a collector, along with slaves ter be
sold
Fer those able ter fight us, have no choice but ter die or join
our crew
They think themselves worthy, when in truth this is nothing new
Then we leave ter do it all again, as tha booty will only
enhance
Fer Brume Verrouiller le Magnifique truely gives a spectacular
performance~♪♫♪♫[/center]
They then laughed again before dispersing into individual,
drunken conversations and interactions with each other.
Dava'arus frowned, eyeing those accompanying him and nodded
before pointing towards the exit. From the next moment they
looked back, the ninja was gone. Most likely to relay
information to the others.
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