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sylvanSpider
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#17 | |||
Marco covered his eye, gasping. The possibilities were endless, and his eye was sure to show him every. Single. One. What was more troublesome was that that man and his lizard thing were fading from the possibilities as new ones with not quite new characters. The twins were making their entrance with...was that Tennan? There were so many Tennans and each of them were appearing in conjunction with the twins he'd met earlier, back when he couldn't see a future with the twins realizing he was a wanted man. Now he was being sought. He couldn't stay here; he had to run! | ||||
Posted 01-08-2018, 08:39 PM |
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All Tennan could do was stand back in awe as the serendipitous moment took place. Her arms were crossed against her chest as she watched the Hot Shot champion go down with ease. She glanced at each Orovoro and smiled. "Well then, that was easy." She grinned and took to her knees so she could help carry out Marco. There was enough people around that word began to travel among the passerbys. Is that Marco Devana? Floated in the air as they made their exit. | ||||
Posted 01-08-2018, 09:10 PM |
sylvanSpider
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The crowd around Tennan, the twins, and an unconscious Marco erupted in cheers as the new hotshot champion was announced and the old one was carted out. “It sure was,” Damon muttered, grunted as he put one of Marco's arms over his shoulder, his brother taking the other one. Carrying Marco longways would have been more conspicuous, so the now captive wanted fugitive was dragged out of his home at the arena, his feet dragging behind him. | ||||
Posted 01-09-2018, 04:05 AM |
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Once Tennan was inside the ship, she could sense every wall, every crack, every potential exit. This made it easier in case she needed to make an emergency escape. By sending out intense vibrations from her metal plated eye, she had every inch mapped and memorized. Much like how she had the Gunslinger. The vibrations might sound like a light hum to a normal human, but it usually went unrecognized and passed after a couple of minutes. | ||||
Posted 01-11-2018, 02:02 AM |
sylvanSpider
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“Excellent!” Damon said clapping her on the back, “Always nice t'ave a lass that can put a drink away onboard!” The twin looked as he always did, and in all honesty, both of them did. They'd seen her predatory look, to be sure, but if they could coerce another into joining permanently, well, that was better for everybody now, isn't it? He chattered the entire time he led the way into the kitchen. Cook was still out and about in the town, so the booze was wide open for the taking. They'd been on rations during the entirety of the last voyage simply because of the amount that the twins seemed to go through alone. | ||||
Posted 01-14-2018, 03:36 AM |
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The clink of glasses was a pact in and of itself. "The Cr-" Tennan was ready to down the entire mug, but that exact moment was frozen by a female voice. Through the amber lens of her filled mug, she could make out her figure. A'vi was it? She slowly lowered her mug to scan over the female's presence. She smelled nice, and the magnetic energy radiating from her discerned her power. Tennan grinned, the two boys obviously just pets to the outstanding female before them. | ||||
Posted 01-16-2018, 12:40 AM |
sylvanSpider
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#23 | |||
Before the twins managed to turn A'vi around to lead her out the door, she shot each of them a glance that left each of them bristling and cringing. They were going to get a stern talking to later, and their booze rations might even be reduced which would be the exact opposite of good for the boys. “Ah'll get the chance t'see some o' yer skills later. After yer brandin'. Ye'll get yer chance once yer marked as one of us, to us, an' t' everyone else. Et'll make ye as wanted as anyone who gets t' keep their lives after steppin' foot on the Cry.” | ||||
Posted 01-16-2018, 01:35 AM |
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The little bit of hair that existed on Tennan’s body raised at the word brand. She wasn’t necessarily a masochist, but pain did elevate her senses to a place near ecstasy. ”Fine then.” A silly little brand wasn’t going to stop her. And if she was able to leave the ship with Marco, hell maybe even Zet’s body, she’d just burn it off or cut it off. She had nothing but herself to look after, no next of kin to worry about, so if someone wanted to try and snatch her, she’d have more reasons to quench her blood lust. | ||||
Posted 01-18-2018, 04:35 PM |
sylvanSpider
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The twins, ever conscious of the non-expressive countenance of their new find both grinned at her, Damon waggling his eyebrows at her, and tugging at the collar of his shirt revealing his left shoulder. Darkened black skin in the shape of noose squat on his shoulders with the silhouettes of two presumed to be ravens circling within the loop, one larger and one smaller. “See, the thing is, ye can't burn it off,” the brunette continued, attempting to get a rise out of her, “Well, ye can, but it'd leave a naaasty scar that says that ye were a pirate. See, all pirates get a brand there if they get caught an' escape 'fore execution. A scar is enough t'tar a perfect, squeaky clean record.” | ||||
Posted 01-19-2018, 05:36 PM |
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Tennan was great at masking her raging fire within. Whether it was because of her lack of external eyes, or the fact that she always had a cold smile on her lips, no matter the occasion, she was hard to read. Right now, she could hear the humming and buzzing of her learned hatred of men hissing at her ears. Though the boys were young, they reminded her of the reckless youth she'd known at home. But, it was Marco that brought back the screeching metal of tinnitus. She held her cold smile, arms still crossed as she looked beyond the boys and their taunts. "Well, I'd say the mark turned out quite lovely." She let out a soft and brief chuckle. Though she couldn't see the mark clearly, | ||||
Posted 01-28-2018, 03:11 AM |
sylvanSpider
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#27 | |||
The twins, however unironically or ironically, saluted to the captain as she essentially gave them the order to break their rations and get shit-faced. Foreshadowing to their future conditions, the twins each wore shit-eating grins as they watched A'vi make her exit. They each recognized it as the cue that Captain Zet Rayt would be making his appearance rather soon, and he'd stay until the traditional branding of new recruits was finished—at that time revealing himself as none other than his own daughter. Quite strange when dwelled on, but A'vi couldn't keep the schtick up forever in front of her own crew, so when she knew that new recruits literally couldn't betray them without at least giving themselves up is when she came clean. | ||||
Posted 01-29-2018, 03:05 AM |
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Tennan clinked her glass against the three others, tenderly against Marco’s, as he was timider with his exchange. ”To the Cry!” As soon as gratitude was given, she let the mug tip against her lips and the sweet brewed nectar streamed down her throat. She was pleasantly surprised with its strength, when the glass was about half drunk, she slammed it down on the wooden bar and sighed. She shook her head with the sting of her drink. Without much time to recover, she finished up the rest of her drink. Luckily, her tolerance for alcohol was incredibly high. | ||||
Posted 02-05-2018, 06:44 PM |
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The twins followed in Tennan's endeavor, however unconsciously, each draining their mug to half-empty and slamming it on the table in the highly exaggerated manner of pirates were just beginning a night of drinking. Both were keen to notice that all of this was done in unison and smiles erupted on their faces--the brothers each holding a hand out for a high-five to the other, then decided to include Tennan on in their ritual each holding up their other hand. Tennan now in on it, the twins each gave the other a look that seemed only to say She can keep up. She can be one of us, the third in our trifecta of explosions and mischief... Oh, how they had waited for this day! A third party that would show that they were not exclusionary to other members of the crew. All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.
Even insects breathe. -Rawi Hage, Cockroach | ||||
Posted 02-12-2018, 08:07 PM |
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With Miss Blades in front, and the Danger Twins on each side, Ino didn't have many options. So he tucked and rolled, hoping to make it across the platform and back to the docks so he could run off with his bounty. Unfortunately for him, Tennan was too fast. She could read him like a book and with his preemptive movements, she was right on top of him. Ino couldn't remember much after that, just flashes of red and black as the alien with no eyes repeatedly stabbed him in the back. Quite literally. | ||||
Posted 03-28-2018, 03:58 PM |
sylvanSpider
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The twins were slow on the draw if only because Roek was set on ensuring his brother's safety, upset that even a drop of blood leaked out. Damon, on the other hand, insisted that he was fine, he felt fine, and they had more pressing matters at hand like the escape of their hostage and the escape of the man that put the goddamn mark on his goddamn face in the first place.
“Ah'm tellin' ya, ah'm fine! The bastard's getting' away an' we're lettin' 'em! D'ye really want the newbie t'be stealin' all our thunder?!†Damon said, exasperated, gesturing in an exaggerated motion in the direction that not only the knife throwing man had run down but the direction that their newest willing recruit was running too. They'd have to toast to her tonight. Eventually, Roek was convinced (after too long, Damon would for sure argue with him later), and the pair caught up Tennan and the man. They were too late, however, and the man seemed to be dead, the only movement his body made were those done by Tennan as she tore into his flesh. No poison necessary. She stabbed him enough to kill him several times over and Roek cleared his throat, “Ah...Tennan? Ah think 'e's dead. Ye can stop now. Won't stop ye from keepin' goin' though. Ah'd be lyin' if ah said et wasn't t'least a li'l entertainin'.†Roek was wearing a grin as if to confirm this and placed his hand on her shoulder, “My one regret es not 'elpin' ye with et.†Marco screamed, dropping to his knees, hands instantly up at his eyes trying to wipe away any venom that wasn't already in his eyes. None seemed to be dripping into his mouth, luckily, but the venom was burning his skin, and if none were in his actual eye (one of his eyes was certainly protected by the eyepatch, to say the very least), it certainly felt like it. Hunching over, the most he could do was cry and pray the tears would flush out any venom that might have gotten into his eye. ///// The drugs didn't help Qi to forget the horrors she'd seen on her planet. They didn't help her forget the faces of her siblings, trapped under debris before the Yingya came to finish the job, the look in their eyes, pleading her to gain the strength to free them so they could flee. That the strength, no matter how hard she tried to summon it, would never enter into her arms. That that strength wouldn't be enough to claim the life of even one Yingya. It did, however, numb the pain. It forced the memories, those unpleasant nightmares, to the back of her mind and Ilan was to take his place in the forefront, his touch sending chills down her spine. She made no effort to stop him. Hell, she didn't want him to stop. She wanted it all, so she took the remainder of the rich herbs he'd laid out for her, gasping as they hit her system, as Ilan moved in as a tiger hunting his prey. Qi was a mouse hypnotized by the swaying of the cobra, hood extended, movements fluid. Her eyes found his as her hand went to touch his face. His skin, regardless of racial differences, felt like hers. You smell like seawater... His voice was gentle, comforting in the strangest and most unexpected of ways. Of course she smelled like seawater, her entire village smelled of seawater, living in the delta where the river's tide would shift from salt to fresh and back again based on the time of day. The smell of salt always permeated through the seams, into their clothes, latching onto their skin, embedding itself into their psych and in their biology. The villagers were never able to tell whether the salt they smelled on themselves was the seawater itself or the sweat from their own bodies and it was their belief that that self same sweat was their link to the sea that all would eventually return to. Qi had no answer for the man. How did Ilan smell? He smelled of the soft whispers of a lover in the middle of the night, of a caress here, a nibble there, of the trembling of anticipation. He smelled of subdued joy, of unrequited love that had the potential to overpower and overtake everything that Qi was. She could feel his breath hot on her cheek, his hands silk sliding seamlessly through her hair. He smelled of hope. All that is empty in the drawing should be filled in, the teacher said to us kids. First you sharpen the pencil to fill in the thin whiskers, then you use the thick crayon to fill in the wings with brown, meticulously and without letting the crayon leave the page. Six feet can be traced below the soft belly. Now, breathing is hard to detect on paper, the teacher said to me when I asked, but it is easier to feel it in real life.
Even insects breathe. -Rawi Hage, Cockroach | ||||
Posted 03-30-2018, 04:17 PM |
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With a cheery smile, Quash bounced when he saw that the man was in submission. He latched onto Marco's ankle with just enough fang to keep him from escaping. With one tug, he was dragging the man behind him. Quash was pretty big, but he was the runt of his litter. So he felt extra exhilarated with his catch. The sound of Marco's struggling was only fuel to the fire. It wouldn't be long until he was back to Ino... | ||||
Posted 04-10-2018, 08:34 PM |
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