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sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
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Split the Booty ;3 (M){SpiderWorm} | #1 | ||
The Hangman's Cry
Damon was restless, pacing the deck from one end of the ship to the other, his brother hot on his heels though seeming more to do it out of something to do more than actual restlessness. They'd been cooped on the ship for what felt like weeks and now they were finally stopping for fuel, food, and entertainment. The small desert planet of Ariacan was the destination, and it was known for little else than being a tourist trap for those that wanted to experience "the old west" life. It was a gimmick. The pirates of The Hangman's Cry knew that, but then everyone that went there knew that. But, the entertainment was just too good to pass up and Cap'n A'vi was in the mood to spoil her crew and her crew was more than willing to take her up on the offer. | ||||
Posted 12-11-2017, 11:58 PM |
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Vvwoosh! Ino's bullets pierced the air with outstanding accuracy. One after another, the line of cans were pelted down into dust. The sound was probably the most satisfying aspect of this game. Vvvwoosh - Dinn - Poof! After each poof, Quash jumped up and down, bubbling with excitement. His long, lizard tongue lolled from his incredible mandible. If he weren't being held on a leather leash, he might've been running back and forth between gunfire. "That's right Quash! Might actually have a chance to win big tonight." Ino closed one eye and aimed for the new set of rotating bottles. | ||||
Posted 12-14-2017, 02:46 AM |
sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
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Marco stared at the wanted poster in disbelief. Before him plastered on the wall was his likeness to a T. They got the wild red hair, the comfortable working garb, and even the eyepatch down exactly. The character drawn showed a more morose version of him than he generally liked to portray to people, his likeness bearing more of a frown. Then, at that point, it matched exactly. The artist had quite the eye and must have spent a good deal observing him. Then, they all did, didn't they? | ||||
Posted 12-14-2017, 03:41 AM |
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Though Tennan was completely focused in her line of work, she felt something deep in the pit of her stomach, telling her that tonight wasn’t going to go as planned. Was it anxiety? She wasn’t used to these discouraging thoughts. She finished the show with fire poi, one of her specialties. However, not very relevant to cowboy times. She still played with the costume they gave her, using guns as handles for the poi. | ||||
Posted 12-20-2017, 07:36 PM |
sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
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Marco should have seen it. It was one of the possibilities that he saw, certainly, but it was one of the least likely; he shouldn't have been pursued. The twins from earlier seemed to just watch him leave, but out of nowhere there was another predator. Gasping when something latched onto his leg, he shook it until eventually a large piece of his pant leg was missing but he continued to run.
Last edited by sylvanSpider; 12-26-2017 at 06:47 PM.
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Posted 12-20-2017, 10:37 PM |
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Ino dragged on his cigarette as long as possible before he flicked it. A long, string of ash flew from it with the butt. He stomped on the ember with his leather boot. He was frustrated with missing the big Marco. But hoped that the man would return. After all, how else was the sharp shooter going to make his money? Ino held the scrap of Marco’s pant in his fist and sniffed it himself, looking around for any clues as to where he might be. Instead, he found himself in the entrance hall of the Gunslinger stadium. The wanted posters were there. | ||||
Posted 12-23-2017, 05:07 AM |
sylvanSpider
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Marco leaned against the wall, placing both hands on his knees, exhaling. Both eyes closed for the moment, he needed to gather his thoughts. There were plenty of wanted criminals walking these very streets. Hell, it was why it was a hotspot for criminals and bounty hunters alike. It wasn't like he was the most wanted on the list. No, that would be the Orovor twins that he saw plastered on basically every wall they could be plastered on. Well, them and Captain Zet Rayt, but he hadn't been seen in about a decade. It was rumoured though, that those twins were crew to the same ship that that captain ran. Why was he so nervous? | ||||
Posted 12-27-2017, 03:21 AM |
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Ino hearkened a deep hurt in his heart. He tried his best to cover it up through small achievements, such as bounties, or drugs. As a hunter, there was no stigma associated with long lasting intoxication. In fact, it was expected. With the crumpled up head shots in his pockets, he weaved through the stadium hall now. He may have passed Marco without knowing it, his scent bubbling all around the venue. Quash did his best to remain obedient, a flickering tongue showing in his anxiety. It was hard not to jump on every sentient being in the room. | ||||
Posted 12-31-2017, 05:35 PM |
sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
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Today was the big day. The day that he'd been looking forward to for several months. A day that he'd be really tested and able to prove his worth. Now that he was wanted, though, he would not be performing. There was no way to. He'd be captured the moment he stepped into the arena, and he had no intention for that. Alive. What kind of sick fuck wanted him alive? If he'd been accused of cheating, the price was death. Yet, they didn't want his corpse. They wanted him. Sure, there were those awkward necrotic species that would probably kill him anyway and bring him back, and he certainly didn't want that. | ||||
Posted 12-31-2017, 06:49 PM |
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Tennan grinned, pulling back her huff of Anisum to take a drag for herself. After a shudder and sniffle, she responded. "Smart Captain. Part of the Hangman's Cry aren't you?" Her mind was sharpened once more, focusing on her prize. The room around her buzzed in intense waves. "The posters didn't say, but y'all are looking for a wanted man. I assume you've gotta be pirates - with your accent and all." She waved her hands over them, talking with her hands. It was better to play dumb so she didn't alert them. After all, they were probably right about Marco and it'd be better to get some other eyes on the prize. Since she literally had none. | ||||
Posted 12-31-2017, 11:17 PM |
sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
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The twins, in unison took their own respective huffs of Anisum, all four eyes dilating at once. Each shuddered and shook their head, the world coming into mind numbing clarity. Those sets of eyes now turned to Tennan, then to each other with her correct assessment. “Aye, we are with the Cry, though why that be the first ship ye turn to based on the fact that we be pirates is a bit concernin' ain't it, Roek?” | ||||
Posted 01-03-2018, 04:20 AM |
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Tennan's lack of eyes came in handy when trying to avoid the dizzying feeling of watching the two boys circle around her. She could definitely feel it, though she stood firm, crossing her arms. "Now I was only hoping you'd be a part of the Cry. There were rumors after all. And seeing as I'm your biggest fan, I'm also a fan of Zet, your captain." She grinned devilishly. She had no way of knowing that their new captain was anybody but him, though she had heard that Captain Zet Rayt was dead. It was a good way to find out. | ||||
Posted 01-03-2018, 07:48 PM |
sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
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“Ah! The lass really did 'er homework!” Damon exclaimed gleefully. “Well, we may 'ave a spot for ye, but ye see, Cap's got rules on who can join'n whatnot,” Damon said, leaning in to Tennan's ear as if whispering a secret. This wasn't completely true, but it certainly had a ring of the truth to it. Captain A'vi Rayt did have standards when taking applicants, though she did take in others. The Cry had a reputation for hunting down slave ships, hence the Cry's wealth. There was a lot of money to be had from the slave trade, and the ships bearing humanoid cargo often carried a lot of that wealth with them, not excluding the slaves themselves. The slaves were freed and offered a position on the ship. Most declined and were dropped off on whatever planet they stopped at next, regardless of where it was. Those that accepted, however? They were immediately granted access. A'vi's reasoning for this was sound enough. Freed slaves weren't going to try to collect a bounty on those that had released them. Those that joined were more often than not filled with enough gratitude that they were then bound to the Cry as closely as the captain herself. | ||||
Posted 01-03-2018, 09:05 PM |
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Tennan couldn’t help but laugh. ”Nothing that I can tell you, bad brothers.” She dug in her seemingly endless pocket on the side of her skin tight dress and found a slender pipe the size of a cigarette. She lit it and took a long drag, not bothering to focus on either one of the twins. ”But I can tell you that I’ve been smart enough to not get caught.” She vibrated with the same feeling of a person lifting a brow curiously. | ||||
Posted 01-08-2018, 12:26 AM |
sylvanSpider
Weaver of Webs
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“Then ah suppose ye'll jes 'ave t--” Damon began, getting cut off by the blade barely poking in between the buttons on his jacket. Wide eyes softening to a wry smirk, “...Touche. But y'know, we 'aven't been either. We're known though, 'cause we don't hide, right Roek?” | ||||
Posted 01-08-2018, 07:10 PM |
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Tennan smiled, pleased. "I say, what're we waiting for! Let's get to it!" She chuckled, pushing towards the Gunslinger arena. Now with two others on her side, she was more likely to at least find the target. With all of them on the ship together, she just needed to plan a perfect escape. This was the exact sort of challenge that kept her going. | ||||
Posted 01-08-2018, 07:45 PM |
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