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Seven Deadly Sins
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Flogging Molly
Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
So the years rolled by and several died
And left us somewhat reelin'
Johnny strummed his Tommy gun
Left blastin' through the ceiling
So what became of rebels
Who sang for you and me?
Grapplin' with their demons
In the search for liberty
Suffers who suffer all
Can swim upon the desert
Where avarice have ravaged all
In spite of good intentions
Don't fill your mouth with gluttony
For pride will surely swell
But nothing's unforgiven in the four corners of hell
Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
Envy and its evil twin
It crept in bed with slander
Idiots they gave advice
But sloth it gave no answer
Anger kills the human soul
With bitter tales of lust
While pavlov's Dogs keep chewin'
On the legs they never trust
Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
But It's the only life we'll know
Blagards to the bone
So don't wreck yourself
Take an honest grip
For there's more tales beyond the shore
Ah the years rolled by and several died
And left us somewhat reelin'
In and out came crawlin' out
And spewed upon the ceiling
So what became of rebels"
That sang for you and me
Grapplin; with their demons
In the search for liberty
Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
WANTED!!!!!
Pirates of unknown origin, sailing under British Colors. Crimes committed: Attacking merchant ships while flying under a flag of truce, marauding naval ships, impersonating members of the royal family, theft of crown jewels, impersonating the clergy, petty theft, murder, breaking and entering, rape, attempted rape, attempted murder, pilfering, looting, and general unruleness and lawlessness.
Reward: Ten Thousand British Crowns, and Knighthood by King James.
Wanted-
Goes by the name of:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Weapons: (No more than 4)
History:
If not a pirate-
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Weapon:
Who you sail under: (British Navy, Spanish Armada, etc...)
Bio:
Wanted:
Captain Pride of the Pirate Ship, SIN FLOGGING MOLLY, Real Name: Blitzkreig
First Mate, Lust, Real Name: Kagome_
Wrath, Real Name: ???
Envy, Real Name: nekohime
Greed, Real Name: Sinthia
Sloth, Real Name: Nikooru-chan
Gluttony, Real Name: ???
Navel Officers:
Captain "Light-blades" Jack of the Spanish Armada/British Navy
Lady Aurora Gabriel of the Spanish Armada
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OOC: Playin a dude again. I love the guys, they're so much fun.
Wanted-
Goes by the name of: Wrath
Age: 26
Gender: male
Appearance: http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/art/a/n/anahut/kheylan.jpg.html
Weapons: two swords, one pistol, one long knife
History: His true name is Lukas but he hasn't been called that since before his parents were killed. Wrath got his name for being particularly ruthless in battle, and almost demonic when it came to revenge or destruction. You do NOT want Wrath as your enemy. No Mercy.
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| Posted On: 08/16/2006 At: 10:14:04 PM | | | Reply Link |
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Goes by the name of:Pride
Age:34
Gender:male
Appearance: http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b385/Kagome-/untitled.jpg
Weapons: Twin Cutlasses, One pistol, and one saber (like a cutlass, only thinner and shorter)
History: Practices with his weapons ten to thirteen hours a day. Acts as the captain for the Seven Deadly Sins, although he doesn't pretend to be better than anyone else in the crew. It was his idea to keep the number of crewmates at seven. Better for fighting room, and food. He sleeps in the Captain's quarters.
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| Posted On: 08/17/2006 At: 12:02:11 AM | | | Reply Link |
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Goes by the name of: Sloth
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/1374090/?qo=35&q=by%3Aerie+sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps (Brown hair, brown eyes)
Weapons: Cutlass, small knife, pistol, and several small explosives.
History: Sloth received his name by the simple fact he can be seen lazing about the ship reading books. He is skilled with explosives, and really just carries the others for when the bombs run out. When requested to do something, Sloth usually justs laughs at the one who asked, and returns to doing what he was.
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| Posted On: 08/17/2006 At: 12:54:08 AM | | | Reply Link |
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Goes by the name of: Envy
Age: 22
Gender: male
Appearance: http://www.yueying.net/dw/_imgs/small/zhang_he.jpg
Weapons: Rapier, pistol, flash powder also uses brass knuckels with short knives on the ends.
History: Was trained from a samll boy to become a warrior in the CHinese army. While sailing with his masters and their armies they were attacked and shipwrecked. Envy was able to salvage enough supplies to make a small raft on the dismal island where they landed and snuck off by himself, carrying much the same weapons he now uses. Landing in a port known mostly to pirates he was able to scrape by, by any means necessary. Everyday seeing these pirateers come back with the things that he had lost at sea ate at him for years, until one day when he became strong enough to go out and gain what he had become so sick with jealous of before.
Ever since joining the infamous pirate crew Envy lost his old name and become even more devoted to trying to recreate the luxirious life he would have been living if not for the calamity in his past. Envy is famous for killing anyone who damages his enormous ego, whether they lived in a ship that he thought looked better then his or that their sword was just a bit pointy then his own.
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| Posted On: 08/18/2006 At: 12:55:50 PM | | | Reply Link |
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Wanted-
Goes by the name of: Gluttony
Age: 24
Hight:5'6"
Weight: 140lbs
Gender: female
Appearance: long brunette hair slim build red eyes eyepatch over right eye
Weapons: pistol, and throwing knives
History: named for her habitual over eating, her high motabolism(Sp?) makes it so she doessn't get fat. her past is unknown to all save her and select few.
Personality: Easilly confused, loves to kill, ruthless.
Habits one should be aware of: heavy drinking, smoking, thevery is her specialty...
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| My life is an empty road. i walk beside myself. there is noone to guide me from my past. noone to take my hand, tell me things'll be alright. Noone to show me the path i must tread.. I am Alone.... |
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| Posted On: 08/18/2006 At: 12:59:43 PM | | | Reply Link |
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(OOC: ha ha... i think the fat gluttony you thought of was gluttony from FMA... but it's cool... i haven't uploaded her picture in ages... and i have forgotten most of her past... ha ha... i know it's pathetic... well... dusting off the old RPG's ain't a bad idea ehh?)
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**Pride**
A man wearing a black cape sat in the corner of a tavern by himself, brim of his straw hat pulled over his eyes. A white parakeet sat atop the hat, singing merrily. He sat there, drinking his bottle of rum, ignoring the general din. This, you see, was Pride, leader of the Seven Deadly Sins. None of the other pirates approached him, nor any of the Royal Navy officers in the tavern. It was as if none of them realized he was there. And he liked it that way. In a flash, he kicked over his table, drawing his cutlasses.
"Listen up, mates! No one dare make a move, or they'll lose a valued appendage!"
He threw a sack into the middle of the room before continuing.
"I want every scrap of materialistic wealth in that sack by the time I count to 30, savvy?"
Every man rushed to throw their gold in the sack, save the naval officers. They all drew their weapons, and surrounded Pride. The obvious leader stepped forward and shot the parakeet. Pride heard the squawk and became instantly furious.
"YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'VE JUST DONE!"
Pride rushed at the man and stabbed his sword through the man's throat. The three remaining sailore drew swords and stepped in. Pride drew his saber, and plunged it into a man's belly. He used his remaining cutlass to behead the third, then found the last sailor's blade to his neck.
"There's a big bounty on your head there, mate. I'm going to be knighted for bringing you-"
A musketball found it's way through the man's head as Pride lowered his pistol.
"I've already collected the bounty on my own head. Of course, it doubled when they found out I wasn;t the real prince of Wales, but..."
Pride looked down at the nearby table, where he saw the parakeet quietly nibbling on a loaf of bread.
"There, you are, Sparrow! I should've known better. After all, you're a pirate bird! Let's go find the others, shall we?"
With that, Pride lifted the bird onto his shoulder, retrieved his weapons, and the sack of gold, and left...
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~~Lust~~
A woman made her way down the street with grace little known to what she was. She glanced sideways at the commotion in the tavern and smirked. Pride was giving a show again. Lust made her way toward the wealthier part of town by the docks. A few men looked her way and she winked, but none of these men were her prey. She was after bigger fish in the sea, the governor of the town. His wife had died years ago and he lived in the mansion alone, no servants or anything. He was said to be a stupid gullible man as well. This was just to easy.
Lust spotted him in his yard and went up to the fence, putting on her prettiest smile. "'Ello sir. Would you like some company?" She leaned over the fence and pushed her hair needlessly behind her ear.
The man looked up at her and instantly smiled, "I would enjoy that. Come inside for some tea." Lust opened the fence and followed him inside the house. The door closed and Lust's hand quickly went to her pistol, but when she looked up, a sword was in her face.
"I know who you are. Do you think me a fool? You're not leaving this house alive." The governor shoved the sword forward only to hit wall. Lust was ducking below him, and she kicked his ankles out from under him. He fell hard onto his back and Lust stood, a smirk on her face. She aimed her pistol at his face.
"Naughty boy. Governors should learn to play nice." Lust fired the pistol, hitting him right between the eyes. "I knew this wouldn't be a challenge, I was even able to keep my shirt on." She knelt down and pocketed anything valuable that he had on him, then she searched the house with a burlap sack, taking anything that appealed to her.
Lust left the house, throwing the bag over her shoulder. "Time to find the rest..."
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Name: Lieutenant Marcus Brahm
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: A smallish young man at a mere 5'7", most people aboard the Evening Scout identify Marcus by his bright red hair, bleached into a light auburn by the sun on the sea. He is one of the few people aboard not tanned, but instead is covered head to foot in freckles. He wears a standard sailor's garb.
Weapon: Marcus carries two pistols, and the only heirloom his family has; a genuine turkish scimitar.
Who you sail under: The British Navy.
Bio: Marcus Brahm was born in London's South Side to a poor family. He joined the King's Navy at the age of eight a to be a powder monkey (boy who brings powder and ammunition to the cannons on a ship for quick reloading). However, his quick wit and ingenuity brought him up in the ranks and by the age of 22, he was already a Lieutenant in the King's Navy. He sails on the Evening Scout under Captain Marshall Merrington, whose sworn mission is to arrest the pirates who sank his first ship, the Dublin.
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Sloth:
Sloth was walking around a books shop, non-chalantly shoving some articles of literature into a bag. The book keeper and family were all dead behind the front counter, rather distubed looking. There were also a few corpses hanging around the lobby of the shop, people who tried to bring him in, with no avail. But the damaged folks was darkened black and smoldering from his compact explosives.
He picked up a small tale, labled: Gulliver's Travels. The sulking Sloth smiled slightly, and tossed the books into the sakc with the others. "These shall provide an educated man's entertainment foor his own journeys," Sloth said to himself on a slight tune.
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It was a brilliant day outside, as the Evening Scout pulled into Port Teabread. The sun smiled warmly on the sea, the wind blew smartly into the sails, bringing the Evening Scout right into the bay.
On deck, Captain Marshall Merrington barked orders to his crew, all of whom were milling about on different duties. One of the smaller men, a short young man by the name of Marcus Brahm climbed up the ropes in the rigging like a monkey. Grabbing a line on the countermast of the main sail, he leapt into space. The sails were drawn up as he fell towards the deck. His fall stopped a few inches above the deck. He secured the line to a post and dropped the last few inches to the deck. He had just done the work of five men in five minutes in five seconds. A few of his shipments clapped him on the back before going back to their jobs.
"Lieutenant Brahm! Up here, now!" Captain Merrington's voice boomed off of the captain's deck. A shiver went down the young man's back. Merrington had never gotten used to Brahm's... different techniques, but over the last two months at sea, he seemed to have gotten used to them...
Putting an arm around the young man's shoulder, the Merrington whispered to Brahm, "I admire your enthusiasm, young man, but when we come into port, I'd like you to do things by the book. We can't afford to have any of the other ships stealing our ideas, can we?"
Brahm shook his head. "No, Captain!"
"Good, now we're secured. Go enjoy your shore leave, and remember, we ship out in two days."
Marcus leapt from the ship to the dock, ignoring the gangplank, and made his way into town.
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~Gluttony~
Gluttony sighed picking her ear with her pinky. a tall person came up behind her and put a knife to her throat.
"Now give me all your gold and valuables!" the person said in her ear and she smiled.
"You poor pathetic fool... you do not realize who i am... do you?" Gluttony asked with a tinkling laugh. in a swift blend of moves she had the person on the ground with a pistol to his head. "I am Gluttony... i belong to the Seven Deadly sins... now... since you so rudely assalted me... you must die..." Gluttony said pleasently before proceding to shoot the man through the left eye. "I'll take that..." said Gluttony with a smirk as she took his pouch of money, then shoved the deadman into the water beside the dock they were on. she tied it to her belt then walked toward the town. she was suppoded to stay with the ship, but still, honestly she didn't give a care. Pride had told her to keep watch... but that was trivial to her. she took a cigar out of her pouch on her left side oposite of the goldbag she had just taken along with some matches. she lit the cigar and took a puff letting the smoke circle her.
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The first thing Marcus did after landing was head for the bakery for some fresh-baked bread. As much as he loved the sea, the one thing he could not stand for months at a time was the hardtack bread that became staler and staler as the weeks went by. He strolled lightly through the town, munching on a pocket loaf that he had purchased, when he realized that he had become quite lost. No longer were families walking down the streets, talking in the crowd had ceased altogether, and everyone seemed in a hurry to get where they wanted to go. Marcus had obviously entered the Southern District. Prostitution, theft, and even murder were an everyday occurrence here.
Making sure he had easy access to his scimitar, Marcus made his way through the streets as quickly as he could without looking conspicuous. He even went as far as to conceal his Lieutenant’s ribbon, if only to make him look like a freelance sailor. The streets were quiet, and nothing seemed to stir, something that put Marcus off his mark. There wasn’t even the cry of seagulls, in a port town such as this; it was always considered a bad omen.
There were sounds of a scuffle on the pier over from the next street. A fight had broken out between a large man and a woman with a red eye patch. It was over in half a moment. The woman had the man on his back and was pointing her pistol at his face. Marcus had to strain to hear what she was saying.
"I am Gluttony... I belong to the Seven Deadly sins... now... since you so rudely assaulted me... you must die..."
The woman pulled the trigger, killing the man. She kicked the body into the sea almost carelessly before casually strolling toward town. Marcus was mortified; had that woman been the Gluttony of the Seven Deadly Sins? Ideas flipped through Marcus’ mind like a rolodex, one right after another, so quickly he couldn’t comprehend half of them. Surely it WAS the Seven, since in bright red paint on the ship, the name “SIN” could hardly be missed.
The ship itself appeared to be empty. Marcus crouched behind a stack of boxes, watching the ship for any sign of life. It did seem to be empty, but then the Seven were known for their cunning and ruthlessness. One man by himself couldn’t take the boat, especially if three or four of the infamous group were in hiding aboard…
Marcus abandoned his idea to take the boat himself. Now, Captain Merrington had ordered him to do things “by the book” while they were in port, so what was the textbook thing to do in a situation like this? The answer came so quickly, Marcus was amazed that he hadn’t thought of it before; tell the Captain!
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind, than Marcus was on his feet, sprinting through town to the Naval docks. Captain Merrington had to know that the Seven were here! If they could scuttle their ship, they’d be landlocked, and the National Guard could take care of them! It was all so perfect!
Zigzagging through a crowd in the Market District of town, Marcus panted his orders to himself over and over so he would not forget them. “Get to the docks, inform the Captain, scuttle the SIN, alert the National Guard… Get to the docks, inform the Captain…”
Tripping over someone’s feet, Marcus fell to the ground, dropping his pocket loaf. Without even pausing to pick it up, he was off and running once again.
He had to tell the Captain…
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| Posted On: 08/18/2006 At: 11:02:16 PM | | | Reply Link |
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Wrath
Wrath looked at the boy who had just tripped over his foot. Well, more like got tripped by his foot. He chuckled to himself as he watched him get up and keep running. When Wrath wasn't busy ruthlessly killing someone, he took joy in the small trivial things...like tripping people in a hurry.
Wrath whistled a low tune as he pulled out his long knife and began twirling it between his fingers. The day was passing slowly. Everyone was out grathering booty, and killing, but Wrath felt no draw to it this night. He simply wanted to strool through the rough part of town and laugh at the ametuers as they tried to be big and bad.
"That's a pretty knife there big boy," A guy dressed in black said, holding up a pistol. "I bet it would be just perfect for chopping off all that pretty black hair 'o yours." The man's voice had that comman drool that told you he was never been anywhere outside these streets. Mores the pity.
"T'would also be just perfect for cutting that nice shiney pistol from your fingers," Wrath replied, tilting his head in mock interest. The man laughed and Wrath watched as his muscles contracted around his hand, about to pull the trigger. Just then, Wrath struck. He turned to the side and with a burst of speed and agility, he had turned the knife point back and stabbed the theif in the middle of his hand.
The theif dropped the pistol and screamed. Wrath kicked him squarly in the chest and then put his knife away. He wiped his hands together, then bent over and picked up the pistol. Definatly a gentleman's gun. No place for it in these slums. So doing what any concerened citizen would do, Wrath pocketed it, promising to take it away from such dull scamming.
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| Posted On: 08/19/2006 At: 12:06:38 AM | | | Reply Link |
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“Captain! Captain!”
Marcus ran up the gangplank of the Evening Scout, panting with the excursion of his run across town. Stumbling on the steps up to the Captain’s deck, he ran up to Captain Merrington.
“Captain! The Seven are here! The Seven are here in town! Their ship, SIN is docked in the Southern District, pier twelve… we have to scuttle it! It’ll keep them from putting out to sea, then we can call in the National Guard and-“
“Hold on, Lieutenant! When did you get promoted to Captain?”
“Sir?”
“I give the orders around here, Lieutenant. If the Seven are really here in port, we need proof before we start sinking ships and whatnot-“
“But sir! I saw Gluttony! She had the red eye patch and everything!”
Captain Merrington paused and looked sternly at Marcus Brahm, the young man who, after seeming stable for so many years, came running aboard declaring that their target had just fallen into town under their nose?
“Very well Marcus, we’ll send our men into the town to search for the Seven. Mind you, they won’t be happy to work during their shore leave, but I’ll just tell them that you told me about how the Seven were already here.”
“But sir-“
“Unless... you’d like to reconsider your declaration, and just enjoy your shore leave like a good sailor.”
Merrington smiled at his own cunning. No sailor would deny his shipmates shore leave-
“No! The Seven are here in town, and we need to catch them, but we need to sink their ship first!”
Merrington puffed himself up to his considerable full height, which was much larger than the short young man in front of him.
“I give the orders around here, young man. Now I’m going to send out twenty-five men to search the town… and as for you. You will stay aboard the Evening Scout until we head out of port in three days. You have effectively lost your shore leave for insubordination!”
Marcus could only gape in shock as Merrington picked twenty-five men still aboard and told them to search for the Seven.
“Captain… what about the SIN?”
“She’ll make a fine addition to the King’s Navy.”
Fuming and muttering to himself, Marcus made his way below deck. They’d all escape to the SIN, he just knew it.
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| Posted On: 08/19/2006 At: 01:19:48 AM | | | Reply Link |
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The tall slender man was crouched in a circle of four men, all looking down at a pile of money. The man held five cards in his hand; this was Greed, the loose cannon. Angry remarks were coming from some of the other men as they waited for Greed to place a bet. With one last look around the ground, Greed threw a small sack of gold coins on the pile. Greed watched, as if in slow motion as the other three men's eyes followed the sack. As soon as the sack hit the rest of the gold, making that soft clank sound, Greed was in action. Reaching behind his back, Greed pulled the two cutlasses from under his black cloak and in one quick motion, decapitated the three men. Looking around, hoping that someone had seen, Greed shoved the gold into his pockets. Greed turned to leave and picked up his spear, then stopped and checked the cards. The man across from him would have one, so Greed gave him and extra stab from the spear before turning and heading back. No doubt Pride was pulling a fight in a bar and Lust was probably doing her things with rich old guys. Sighing at the fact that there was no one else to kill Greed shouldered his spear and strode off towards the ship; they would all be getting back sooner or later.
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| Posted On: 08/19/2006 At: 01:24:24 AM | | | Reply Link |
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Sloth:
Sloth stumbled out into the streets, the bag tossed over his shoulder, filled with books. He decided to head back to the ship now, and probably take a good long nap. He spied a small bakery, and smiled to himself happily. "I bet there are sweets there...and I am going to kill for a slice of sweet delicious pie," Sloth muttered, as he slumped off towards the bakery.
Inside, there were shelves of delicious baked goods. Breads, rolls, pies, and cakes of all kinds. Sloth gawked, almost dreaming of the sweet things. He spotted the attendant behind the counter. Quickly, he appraoched her. "Give them to me...give me all the sweets. I require the sugary substances," Sloth said. The woman looked at him with a frightened expression. "I-I don't know...if I can do that..." the woman said. Sloth frowned, angry and disappointed. "That is terrible to hear," he muttered, dropping the books to the floor with a heavy "THUMP". He then reached into his coat, and procuced a small explosive, which he lit. "Very terrible indeed." He tossed it behind the counter, as the woman screamed. He back away, and let it explode beneath her feet.
She dropped the floor, screaming and missing both her legs. Sloth, ignored her screams of pain, and perused the shelves, deciding what to eat first.
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| Posted On: 08/19/2006 At: 02:45:43 AM | | | Reply Link |
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(geez i fall behid easy *.*)
*Envy*
Twirling a long strand of dakr, rich auburn hair betweeen two, lithe, painted nails, Envy strode out of a, recently, luxiriously decorated fabric shop. Now carrying a satchel of rare, shimmering cloth, and a few silken robes, he nsckered turning his head to give a last catcall to the owner. "You shouldn't try to be so provocative on your advertising, some amy take offense..." hissing the last word he drew a pistol and shot the gunpowder filled barrel he had left inside. The explosion was quite satisfactory.
"I love a good exit" he sighed to himself, smelling a warm, doughy aroma. As he passed the bakery he smiled to SLoth and waved, knowing the gesture would most likely be ignored, but it was the efoort that was appreciated most. "I wonder where the others are?" clucking his tongue he emandered down the streets, suddenly a lilty msuical sound piqued his interest. Following it in a way a child hunts down his mother to ask for more tea, Envy made his way to a little boy, sitting in fornt of a ramshackled house, playing a wooden flute, much like the one Envy had been praciticing on as a child.
Walking straight up to the lad he knelt down. The child stopped and stared at the strange man. Tossing back his ponytail his long fingers flicked to the wooden instrument. "You play quite well..." he spoke in a tiger's low rumble, eyeing the flute and giving faint scowls ot the child that, most presumably, could play better then he.
"..I've been..er practicing..." "Have you now?" drawing the instrument from the boy's laxed, grimy fingers he held it to his own glossed lips. Blowing a rich note, if not a simple one, he then lowered it. "This is quite a grand little flute...I've never owned somehting so marvelous as this little wooden, whistle." Giving a low chuckle he smiled a cheshire cat smile to the lad, who, though returning the smile, was clearly scared stiff.
Rising, the flute still in his grasp, the tall asain asked one last question "Who gave you this?" The boy looked confusedly at the awkward being before him and pointed inside, "My sister" he answered. "I wish I had had a sister so generous...who could purchase so lovely an instrument" speaking almost through gritted teeth Envy stomped inside. Muffled screams and scuffles were heard then Envy was back outside, fesh, wet blood dripping from the knives at his knuckles. The child whimpered in his throat. Tossing him a scarring look Envy turned and huffed his way back to the center of town, enevitably(?) where he would meet one of the others.
Tossing his amber golden eyes to the flute in his hands he gave a quirky smirk "I always hated those who could paly music, I suppose that child's donation just saved some poor sods' lives" laughing triumphantly and exuerantly he fixed his flowingtunic and flicked the blood on the burnt out tavern door, "At least for the moment anyway".
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| Posted On: 08/19/2006 At: 03:05:11 AM | | | Reply Link |
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~~Pride and Lust~~
Lust met up with her captain as she made her way back toward their ship. She dropped her bag in front of her and rolled her shoulders. "I see you made out pretty well," she said to him, rubbing the shoulder that the bag had been resting over.
"Did you get soap?" Pride asked, dropping his bags as well.
"What do you mean, 'did I get soap'?" She mocked his voice. "Of course not! What do we need soap for?"
Pride looked at her like she was stupid, then said, "personal hygiene, explosives, and other crap. What's it to you anyway?" He opened one of his bags and it was full of nothing BUT soap.
"What's it to me?! You're the one who asked if I got soap!"
"But you're the one who asked what it was for." Pride countered. "The fact that I asked if you got any is a mute point, the focus being on your question as to its uses. Being an adult female as you are, I expected you would have some education, but I guess you've disappointed me... Again..."
Pride's face met the ground with great velocity after a fierce right hook from Lust. Pride got up, dusted himself off, then cleared his throat.
"One of these days, you're going to knock some teeth out!"
"Maybe I'll knock some sense into you! Talking that way to a lady."
"I don't see any ladies here, although I do see a doodly."
Pride ducked Lust's next swing and countered by pushing her down with his shoulder, the same shoulder that the parakeet happened to be resting on. As Pride's shoulder made contact with Lust's face, Sparrow lurched forward and bit her on the tip of her nose.
"Let that be a lesson to you, milady. Never get a parakeet involved in matters of love, war, or politics."
"Where does this pertain to any of that?"
"Well, you're madly in love with me, you're having an emotional war inside your heart trying to find if this is true, and I hate you, and that's politics."
"You hate me?!"
"Are you still here? Come on, let's get back to the ship."
"No, I wanna know!"
"Know what?"
"If you hate me!"
"If I ate you, how are you here?"
"HATE ME!!!"
"Well, if you insist-"
"NO!!! Oh, forget it!"
"Of course I don't hate you. I hardly even know you..." Pride turned around and walked right through a brigade of soldiers. In a flash, their coin sacks were in his hand, as well as one expertly crafted rapier, which he replaced with his saber. Lust shook her head in disbelief, then followed her captain back to the Sin, carrying all of their loot bags...
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| Posted On: 08/19/2006 At: 03:49:17 AM | | | Reply Link |
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Name: Captain "Light-blades" Jack
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Appearance: Captain "Light-blades" Jack (Minus the gun, bird, and pegleg.)
Weapon: Two cutlass’s and two old British broadswords (14/1500's design) crossed over his back.
Who you sail under: British Navy/Spanish Armada (Under alliance)
Bio: A few years ago, he ran into a scuffle with the Seven Sins that ended in the sinking of his ship, the Black Heron. Being the great captain he was, he dutifully went down with the ship... Only to wake up clinging to a part of the deck.
He was picked up by the Royal Navy, and was held in the brig of a small ship that was on patrol on the waters at the time, and had seen the fight. He made a deal with the captain on the way back to England. The idea was allowed by the king, and, in exchange for the capture of the Seven Sins by his hand, he would be granted full pardon for all of his crimes.
After which, he was (reluctantly) given a fast ship to sail and a full crew of Spanish and British sailors in order to attempt the capture of the Seven Deadly Sins.
Extra info: Captain "Light-blades" Jack is known for his speed with blades. Knives, swords, whatever is closest at hand. He uses heaver and heaver swords while practicing (which is every day) to improve his speed, but when fighting, he uses his lighter swords.
-~=*Capin' Jack*=~-
~ A lone man stood atop the lighthouse in the large port town, watching the sidewalks with a looking glass. Reports he had gotten from some of his crew said that the Sin had been seen at the dock, but there were no confermed reports that the Seven were anywhere around.
A young Spanish man, his first mate, came up behind Jack. "Capin', there has been quite a commotion in town. We still don't know if it's the Seven or not." Jack sighed, turning to his first officer. "Head back to the HummingBird. I've spotted one of the Seven. They're starting to gather, so they'll be moving out on the Sin soon." With a salute, the spanish man turned and hurried down the sairs. At least they follow my orders. Jack thought, remembering the day the Haron had been gunned down by the Seven.
Jack shook his head rid of the memory. Damn them! Pirates with no morals! He strode down the stairs, trying his hardest to keep his mind clear. He would catch them, by God, he would! When Jack reached the bottom, two men were waiting for him there. Both saluted with muttered "Captain"s. There were still some that didn't see him fit for what he was doing. An ex-pirate working for the Royal Navy was unheard of! But Jack was changing that. Soon, most pirates that didn't follow the old ways would join with their old nemiss. And the Seven Deadly Sins would not be a part of the group.
~Y.K.~
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| Posted On: 08/19/2006 At: 10:32:14 AM | | | Reply Link |
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Greed was already waiting at the ship when Lust and Pride returned. They were together, which meant they were fighting. As they came closer Greed was able to catch the last of their conversation, and was easily able to laugh at it.
"Ya know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you two were married. Always fighting and hitting each other. It's so cute it makes me sick!"
Greed put his index finger in his mouth as to force a vomiting reaction.
"By the way, we've got a lot of company here, and from the way things look, even more on the way. May have been more, but, they sent a few scouts ahead."
Greed let out his usual high pitched laugh and pointed down in the water from where he was sitting, to show the bodies of three naval officers.
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| Posted On: 08/19/2006 At: 12:14:49 PM | | | Reply Link |
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**Pride**
"You're out of line mate. You have no place saying anything like that on my ship. I'll let it go for now, but you're on night lookout for two weeks. We are friends, but not friendly enough that I'll take your cheek. Get up in the Crow's Nest, lad, until I tell you different. As for you Lust, I don't know why you like to carry on like we're married, but you're the cook this week. Understand?"
Sparrow added a squawk at the end of his diatribe for emphasis.
"Where are the others? Lust, ring the bell. We set sail immediately. I smell an old 'friend' on the horizon..."
With that, Pride picked up all the bags of loot, and carried them below...
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| Posted On: 08/19/2006 At: 12:25:28 PM | | | Reply Link |
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~~Lust~~
"But I didn't even-" Too late, Pride was gone. Lust scowled at Greed, "this is your fault. I'll get you for this." She stomped onto the Sin and towards the bell. Sudden excitement rushed through her veins as she rang the bell. The whole town would know they were here now. All the navy would be after them for about a day or so. This excited her.
She rang the bell harder with a grin on her face. "Get ready to set sail boys and girls! The chase is on!" The rest of their crew started to board, and once everyone was aboard, the Sin began pulling anchor.
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Greed watched then both vanish below deck and continued his high pitched laughter. Greed didn't care if he was stuck on crows nest, in his twisted mind it was well worth it just to get Pride riled up a little bit and any chance he got to take a shot at Lust was worth any price. Greed continued to laugh as he quickly shimmied up to the crows nest and watched for the rest of the crew. Soon they'd be back out on the water, and while that was less fun most of the time, there was there rare opportunity when they got to board another ship, which was what Greed lived for, that and gold.
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Sloth:
Upon hearing the bell, he dropped the slice of pie he was eating. "Guess it is time for us to depart," Sloth murmured. He grabbed up his book sack, and walked from the area. He reached the ship shortly, and got on. He eyed through his comrades, and waved slightly. "I'll be in my quarters, below deck," Sloth murmured and then disappeared below the deck of the ship. He walked a corridor, and found his room, which he went into, locking the door behind him.
Sloth dropped the books and then began to rummage through them, pulling out Gulliver's Travels. He walked over to his bed, and collpased down upon it, cracking open the books and reading it quietly.
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*Pride and Lust*
Pride walked into the Captain's quarters and closed the door, locking it behind him. He opened a drawer in his desk, and pulled out several clippings from newspapers. Each clipping told a story of the brutal murders committed by the other crewmates. These were the newspapers Pride himself had read to find the perfect crew. He kept the number at seven to make food last longer. Normally, he cooked the meals and acted as navigator, but he used these as punishments. Other captains would cut off noses or ears, and force those being punished to eat them, but Pride would give them twice the work. Pride read all of the newspaper articles with a serious look on his face, until he got to his own. It read:
Captain John T. Merriman, of the King's Navy Ship PRIDE, goes missing in a brutal battle with "Light-blades" Jack and his crew. No sailor aboard the ship survived the fight, and the PRIDE now rests at the bottom of the deep. We pray for the safe return of Captain Merriman, First Class Swordsman of the King's Navy.
With this, Pride can't help but smile.
"First Class Swordsman? I can beat any First Class Swordsman that the Navy throws at me! I could've been knighted if it weren't for..."
Pride fell short when he heard a knock at the door. He picked up a rather nice looking pen, and threw it full force at the lock, which unlocked itself and the door swung open. Lust walked in, careful not to anger Pride.
"Captain, I- What's that?" Lust asked as she saw the newspaper clippings.
"It's a bit of light reading. I see a story that interests me, cut it, then throw away the rest. But that's neither here nor there. Why aren't you in the kitchen?"
"I noticed that we're running low on hardtack, Cap'n."
"Very well. I don't usually do this, but the crew needs a balanced diet."
Pride walk over to a closet, and opened it. Inside was, apparently, Pride's secret ingredient hoard.
"Take what you need to bake fresh bread. I'll be down to help you as soon as I finish here- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Lust had picked up the article about him and started reading. He ran across the room, snatched it from her hands, and threw in the drawer, along with everyone else. After taking a moment to calm himself down, he looked up at her and said, "Was there something else you needed?"
She shook her head and walked out. Pride slammed the door behind her, and went back to his desk. He opened the drawer and pulled out the six articles.
"Wait a minute... There were seven! LUST! GET BACK IN HERE...NOW!!!"
After waiting a moment, he shrugged, and pulled out an almost identical article telling the same story from his pocket.
"It's of small import anyway, I suppose. Her methods are spectacular. She brings in more gold than anyone, and she doesn't kill needlessly like the rest of this neurotic bunch. If only she'd remember to get soap once in a while..."
With that, he placed the articles back in the drawer, and left his room for the kitchen to help Lust bake the bread they'd need for the week...
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Marcus peeked out of the cannonade’s window. Everything was going according to plan; he was right under the gangplank heading down to the dock. Checking behind him to make sure that there was no one to see him. He grabbed the underside of the gangplank and held on to either side, dangling over the water. Like a monkey, he swung himself over to the underside of the dock, where he dropped into the shallow waters and waded a ways away before coming ashore. Merrington would surely notice his absence in a little while, so he had to make the most of the time he had.
Taking back streets and longish ways around, Marcus made his way past the line of naval officers patrolling for the seven. Doing his best to not be seen, he made his way to the Southern District. Spying the Sin still at its pier, Marcus snuck down beneath the docks, and swam to the waterline of the Sin and pulled out a tool he had been hiding in his jacket, a hand drill.
Treading water, and constantly checking the side of the ship to make sure no one had seen him, Marcus drilled several holes just below the waterline, letting water slowly slip in towards the lower decks of the ship. Swimming to the other side of the ship, Marcus repeated this tactic. It wasn’t much, but the Sin would take on water slowly but surely, and such small punctures in the hole would be hard to detect.
Marcus was about to swim away, when the ringing of a bell aboard the ship was heard. Had they spotted him? Was he going to be killed?
Apparently, he was not. The bell continued to ring, the trademark bell of the Sin, alerting the town and all within that the Seven Deadly Sins had arrived. Marcus swam away from the ship as quickly as he could, he had to get back to the Evening Scout before Captain Merrington missed him.
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-~=*Capin' Jack*=~-
~ Jack moved toward the Naval docks where the HummingBird was moored.A bell sounded in the distance. I know that bell. It's the Sin. They're weighing anchor as soon as everyone's abord. With the way the Seven work, that won't be long now.
Jack reached the HummingBird as the last peel of the bell rang out over the docks. "Sound the bell! Prep the ship, double time! The Seven are here, we must catch them this time!" He shouted to the crew that had not gone out to patrol the streets. This was the eighth time this year that they had caught up the the Sin, and he would be damned if he let them get away this time. He wanted revenge for his crew and his ship. They won't get away! They won't get away! They won't get away!!
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Greed was still laughing when he heard the bell. Hearing it he stopped and looked out over the water. Greed grinned widely and slide down the mast, laughing again. Greed half danced and half ran over to the kitchen. Opening the door, Greed stuck his head in.
"Pride, Lust, looks like we've got some company. Hee hee hee hee ha ha ha, and from the sound of the bell, it's our favorite ship. Ha ha hee, the Hummingbird!"
With that Greed vanished back out onto the deck.
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