(Solena when you get on we are going to consider Kiko and Chaz a little further along than the rest of us. Please ignore involving them in any combat, you and I will be done quickly enough.
Chaz and Kiko, if you intend to respond to anything that happens in the same time frame you have been interacting, it will have to be after the fact. If Solena and I throw down it would of course be during your conversation and so on.)
Kiko's eyebrow went up. She finished shaking most of the water from the cloak, or at least it wasn't dripping any more.
You think you are friends? Isn't that something you would know?
Okay, this was a very strange conversation even for her. Kiko was just a tad bit puzzled by his apparent confusion. Then she shook her head at her idiocy. He didn't know her. He was trying to protect his friend.
How about we start this conversation over again, hum? Hi. I'm Kiko.
She gestured behind her where she'd last seen Grayell.
I belong to the Wolf. You know him as Grayell or possibly Gray?
Seeing the pirate sprint towards her, she knew he would stop at nothing to protect his ship and she would have to act quickly. Hearing a faint splash near her caught her attention as she turns her head slightly to see who it was. Someone had jumped into the water to save the cathian. Part of her was glad that Chaz got help so he wouldn't drown trying to be a hero. Her attention quickly turns back to Gray and she stood up ready to hold him back. It was apparent she was not going to let him pass. While he was still a distance away her arms raised up in front of her and she yelled out...
Metal attack!
The junk of metal inside Chaz's boxes come flying out of them from behind her and fly straight towards Gray. They are only meant to smash into him and not kill him, but to slow him down.
He slipped out of his shirt and started to wring it out. His frame was tiny and seemingly pretty frail. Strangely, there was a metal plate in his chest, on the left side, the brass dented and dirty. He didn't remark on it, just wringing out his short and scarf, then putting them over his shoulder.
I'm Chaz. He smiled and nodded once at her.
You...belong? That's a strange way of putting it, I guess. He chuckled.
Though now that I think about it, it's a good word.
A good scientist is a person with original ideas. A good engineer is a person who makes a design that works with as few original ideas as possible.
Kiko stared at him, or rather the metal plate in his chest. She'd never seen anything quite like it before. However, this was taking way too long. Especially if some pirate was planning on running off with the Wolf's boat.
Kiko tried another smile; this one genuine.
Chaz? Maybe I can explain it some other time, yah? It seems to me we both want the same thing here, hm? To help the Wolf? How about you tell me what happened before I arrived?
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Oh! He seemed to remember where he was and what he was doing. He pointed back into town.
Those pirates knocked me over and asked if I knew about a Swansong Silver, a guy with silver hair. The only person I knew like that was Grayell, but I didn't want them to find him because I didn't know what they'd do, so I said I didn't know. He grabbed his neck in one hand and looked nervous.
And then Gray showed up with his hair under a bandanna and lied, too, and then the pirate girl ran for the docks to steal Gray's boat. Gray beat her there, but she showed him a map and said there was treasure, and that he could have part of it if he helped her. She umm... He blushed now, looking at the boat again.
She's very...
He looked for the right word, looking throughly uncomfortable. He mimed a zipper on his chest.
....showoffy. IF you know what I mean. So Gray took it out to the middle of lake, and, well....there she goes. And there I went. I was wanting to slow her down. Looks like that didn't turn out as well as I'd thought....haha.
A good scientist is a person with original ideas. A good engineer is a person who makes a design that works with as few original ideas as possible.
Kiko's eyes darkened from honey colored to deep amber. She looked back toward the lake as Chaz told her what had happened. And she kept looking back there in between his story.
Oh, she got the gist of it all right. Some pirate... female... thing...bitch... was flaunting herself at the Wolf. In the hopes of getting him to agree to what ever tomfoolery she was up to, and when that didn't work she was out to steal his boat.
Kiko's voice came out in a rough growl, and she stuck one hand above her eyes to focus on the water again. She was not getting away, not on this lake.
Yes. There SHE goes. But, not for long.
Kiko was stalking back and forth at the water's edge. She'd swim for the boat herself, time was not on her side and she needed an equalizer.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Chaz cleared his throat, put off by the sudden change in Kiko. But he understood it. Anri would have been furious at half the stuff he'd gone through since he got here. He looked out at the boat.
You going to, uh...follow her?
A good scientist is a person with original ideas. A good engineer is a person who makes a design that works with as few original ideas as possible.
Kiko snarled again. She tossed her head up, though she wasn't looking out over the lake anymore, but back down the docks. She'd heard something; a rattle, a crash? She wasn't sure exactly what it was but she knew the Wolf had been there just a few minutes ago.
Oh. Yes. I will follow her. But, in my time. Not hers. And she better...
Whatever else Kiko might have said was cut off. She swung back around and snapped the damp cape back over her shoulders. She gave Chaz a quick smile; he was certainly a nervous sort.
We'll talk again Chaz. But, now I have to see a man about a boat.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Two hundred and fifty-ish pounds of man meat on the move can be something like a freight train underway and as that was the case, Grayell barrelled heard first into the pointy, sharp projectiles; the wooden dock shaking beneath his feet as he ran.
And as her attempt to 'just slow him down' included ALL of the sharp, pointy metal projectiles in ALL of those boxes well, he might have misconstrued it as quite the attack. That or he just REALLY wanted his boat. That, or he was just REALLY pissed now.
But at any rate, the shards of metal debris slammed into him as he approached her and whilst his arm came up to cover his face, he wasn't quite prepared for such a sudden assault. He fell back as metal sliced through flesh, knocked off of his feet. His hand reached over head and planted to the groaning, wooden slats of the dock beneath them and he tumbled, landing in a crouch; one knee pressed tot he dock by his hand.
His eyes were something new now. She'd cut him, quite a lot actually - and blood had started to writhe intricate trails over his body, creeping along limbs and webbing between each cut. His eyes stirred with a crimson hatred and his teeth locked, words spat between them.
Rookie. Excessive force is a bitch.
He threw his hands forward and as he did so, hundreds of tiny, bloody tendrils whipped from him and wound about Solena's arms and legs. They yanked her to him with an a alarming snap of power, dragging her from her feet like a hapless ragdoll - only to be met by him rising to his feet in one long, smooth arc, his fist leading the flow from the floor to well over his head. He'd connected at her gut with unnatural power and lifted her well off the dock now...
... but he roared, his eyes welling with blood and following her ascent into the air. Muscles bunched as blood fuelled them and he leaped to chase her - his tendrils whipping her toward him again as he spun, his right leg high above him, hips twisting to face her...
His foot dropped like an axe and connected with her shoulder, sending her screaming into the water like some iron projectile, a plume of water bursting upward upon impact. He no sooner landed than he leaped into the water and made for the Catalina, murder in his eyes.
Charlotte whistled, watching the retired pirate utterly annihilate her lackie. Yet she didn't dally or falter in her plans. She already pulled anchor and managed to turn the sail boat around as Grayell was held back if but for a short while thanks to Solena's diligence. A strong wind filled the sail. Grayell swam for the Catalina, but his beloved boat was building speed and considering the fine vessel that it was, catching it was going to prove troublesome if not impossible. If only for a short while, the Catalina was Charlotte's to use. She held the wheel, turning it onto the correct course, eyes already scanning for her destination. When she felt comfortable with her predicament at the moment, she turned around, calling out to Grayell and waving to him with her hat. She smiled and winked.
"You'll remember today as the day you almost caught Captain Scarlet Charlotte!"
Last Edit: Oct 29, 2011 1:50:36 GMT -5 by Charlotte
His voice was utterly and entirely vicious in return.
You haven't escaped yet strumpet!
He turned as his boat, his prized Catalina sailed from his reach. Fuming as he swam back toward the dock, he grabbed Solena by the scruff of her shirt and dragged her from the water before she could drown. He heaved her onto the dock and followed like a wet dog, then stood. He dragged her to her feet and yanked her to his face, growling.
BIG mistake. You're doing hard time your stupid little bitch and your friend there has just made the stupidest decision she could hope to manage. Now get to f**king moving and so help me, if you pull any more bullshit; I will put your head on a rusty bloody pike. You have pissed off the wrong f**king sea dog.
He shoved her, his hand cruelly hard on her arm. She could try something incredibly stupid of course....
Grayell looked to Kiko and Chaz and his eyes spoke of his fury. He had no compassion at this very moment, they were both safe and uninjured. He went to bark his demands... and then held back with a sigh. They were not the guard. Kiko was his beloved and Chaz was his awkward, big hearted mate.
We need to act quickly. I need my gear from the council hall. We need a boat with a sail. I am going to lock this idiot up and fetch myself a couple of mates....
Kiko was holding on to calm in small increments. She couldn't catch Charlotte at the moment, and that fury was going to build to a crescendo until she did. However, she did have an object for her ire right now.
She snarled at Solena, her mouth wrinkled back over her teeth. This one had tried to harm her mate and that was a very bad idea. Kiko kept her amber eyes focused on the girl. If she tried another attack, well, she wasn't going to get very far.
Wolf. I can run ahead and keep an eye on the boat. Go. I will tell you where to find the pirate.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell nods and even manages a hint of a smile for his love. He jerks Solena again and then looks to Chaz.
Chaz buddy, if you head to the council hall you will find my gear in a neat pile on the desk downstairs. If you could meet me back here with it, you'd be doing me a great favor.
Kiko - see to securing a sail boat. I will see that it's more than fast enough.
Kiko took off. She did not ask any more questions. She would find a sail boat, one with with decent lines and have it ready for him. She was still angry, she still needed something to defuse it. Kiko's eyes glittered from inside the frame of her lashes. Her thoughts were getting more vicious by the minute.
And if her footsteps were a little hard on the dock or rung just a bit too loudly, well... she was forcing her feet to move the other way. Her mind, however, was busy trying to decide just how many strips of flesh she could tear off that whore of a pirate.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”