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Post by Marius Levasseur on Jun 2, 2012 6:45:23 GMT -6
Most people would think that an old man shouldn't strain himself. They try to tell them to mind their age and remember that they aren't as young as they used to be. They tell them that they're past their prime and should think a lot more about their own welfare. There was no need for the old to exert themselves, right? It was supposedly the job of the young to take care of the old, to make sure they were alright. For Marius, however, that line of thinking was simply wrong. Being a Pirate for the majority of his life, he'd learned quite a lot. Namely, if you wanted to live long, you had to be able to fend for yourself. You became tough enough to go toe to toe with anyone who dared to take you on. So for Marius, who'd been doing this to the modern day at the ripe age of 74, it was silly to assume he was too weak for anything.
Having caught up with the ostriches, both of his arms snapped outwards and delivered rabbit punches to the backs of two of their heads. With those two down, he turned, sweeping the legs out from under another of the ostriches. As it tripped and fell it thrashed about, unintentionally taking down another with it. Two more tripped over the already unconscious ostriches. Moving quickly, Marius snapped his fist forwards, smacking the one he'd tripped over in the head to knock it unconscious. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd held and felt a sharp jab to the shoulder. Apparently, the ostriches were still very lively. Stepping back, his shoulder tensed in pain for a moment as the ostrich jabbed again. This time however Marius weaved around it and knocked it out with another strike to the head.
He could already hear the young woman now, approaching the scene. Only two ostriches left, but they'd both gotten to their feet now. He smiled amusedly, treating it as more or less a game. He didn't even care for the pain in his shoulder - it wasn't a debilitating wound. It stung - it was certainly sore. But it wasn't going to slow him down. "Why, Miss West! As you can see, I'm almost done here. Nothing to worry about," he remarked, smiling again with that twinkle in his eye as he rushed forwards. One of the ostriches lunged at him, but his hand snapped out in a chopping motion for the side of it's head, causing it to snap to the side and crash to the ground. The last ostrich attempted to run, but it's attempt was futile. As soon as it had turned around, the old man smashed his palm into the back of its head, knocking it out cold.
He had plenty of experience, after all.
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Post by Catherine 'Kitty' West on Jun 4, 2012 6:08:09 GMT -6
Catherine nodded to the fishman. It was clear he needed no help taking care of the ostriches. They were beaten soundly into unconciousness. She was about to walk over and grab a few ostriches to carry when the group of ostriches the monkey had leashed came charging past with him on a pair of rollerskates being pulled behind them. With a quick wave of his fish more leashes extended to the other ostriches and they miraculously became concious and joined the throng.
"Thankee lady and fishyman." he said with a grin and then with a wave of his fish a bag on catherine's back glowed as did the music case she was carrying. With that he was pulled away by the mighty ostriches. Catherine handed the case to the fishman known as Marius and opened up her bag. It was where she kept her cooking ingredients such as knives, herbs and pans. She stared at the bag in wonder. All her herb pouches were full, including some new herbs and spices and all her tools seemed to be brand new and at a glance she could tell they were of much higher quality.
"Open your case Marius. I think that monkey is magical." she said staring into the distance. There was no sign of monkey or ostriches. Not even footprints. All trace of them had vanished except for the magical improvement of their items.
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Post by Marius Levasseur on Jun 4, 2012 8:13:29 GMT -6
Marius raised a brow in wonder as he looked to Catherine. Magical? A monkey? Well, it was able to speak remarkably good English for a monkey. Nevertheless, he decided he may as well see if this monkey really was magical, as Catherine claimed. Taking hold of his violin case, he began to undo several of the buckles, allowing the case to be opened. When he looked inside, the old man gazed in surprise, his eyes widening a little. Well, it was certainly an interesting sight, looking into the violin case. He could still see his violin and he could still see his bow, but both seemed to have undergone a bit of a change.
The violin looked brand new, as if it had never been used. As if the wood had been polished and it had been fitted with new strings and tuned perfectly. Even the bow looked brand new. He smiled a little, his wrinkled face being pulled into a satisfactory look. Shutting the case again, he pushed down the clasps and locked it before picking it up again, smiling. He looked back to Catherine with a smirk. "Well, I suppose this is what one might call good karma. At least, by the colloquial definition..." he remarked, chuckling. Do a good deed, get something good. He was quite pleased with the young monkey's rewards.
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Post by Catherine 'Kitty' West on Jun 5, 2012 15:16:24 GMT -6
"I never expected a reward." Catherine said with a shrug looking at the fishman. "Then again I never expected to meet a magic talking monkey who needed help rounding up a herd of ostriches." The chef looked in her bag again. There were some fresh ingredients too. She looked up at the sky as if giving thanks. She looked back at Zambi with a grin on her face.
"How do you feel about some fresh steak with boiled potatoes?" she asked him completely seriously looking about for an open area. "If you're interested follow me. I've got a new recipe to try out and if the monkey's ingredients are as good as they look...well...we are in for a treat." |
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Post by Marius Levasseur on Jun 6, 2012 8:54:51 GMT -6
"I suppose that is very true," he remarked with a chuckle. Even he had to admit, running across a talking monkey and rounding up a wild stampede of ostriches was definitely not something ordinary. Frankly, the fact it was a magical monkey was almost nothing to him now. Needless to say, this was a particularly strange day. Still, nevertheless, the old man continued smiling as he looked back to the young woman. Well, there was no doubt she was just as surprised. "Well, in any case, it's all for the best. I suppose even a Pirate could do with a reward here and there, don't you think?" he commented. Well, a Pirate's life was a chaotic one, after all.
"Oh? Well, well, I can't say I can deny a nice meal after working hard to collect those ostriches..." he responded to the young woman with a smile. Well, if she was going to be kind enough to offer to make some food, who was he to deny her? "Of course, I suppose I should at least have a taste of the cooking of the woman who wishes to be the world's best cook, don't you think?" he added with a small smile. If she was truly so proud of her cooking skills, it was only natural he would want to see how good she was. She hadn't had steak in a while anyway. It was all surface-food - Cuisine he wasn't entirely used to. So with a desire to fill his stomach, he followed the young woman. It would be interesting to see her culinary skills for himself.
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Post by Catherine 'Kitty' West on Jun 6, 2012 9:39:05 GMT -6
Catherine nodded and lead him through the streets looking for an open area. After a while she found one and began to set about cooking up a meal using tools from her sack. It was not easy of course to make a fire here, but Catherine was more then able to using equipment she carried with her and soon a small fire was going on which she began to cook.
About half an hour later she was done and served up the steak meal in a fine sauce she had just invented consisting of various vegetables, herbs and spices. It was served with a side of boiled potatoes, the best accompaniment she felt. They were quite high quality spuds too though not as high quality as the steak the monkey had provided. After dining she waited for his opinion before bidding the man farewell and good luck.
"I must go now. My crew will be waiting for me. I'm sure we will meet again someday." she said and with that she left leaving the man alone.
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Post by Marius Levasseur on Jun 6, 2012 9:52:48 GMT -6
As the old man followed her to an open area, he decided to sit himself down with his violin as he waited. The young woman spent the next while working, preparing and cooking the food. To pass the time Marius began to take out his violin and play a few tunes, humming verses all the while. The sound of the violin to his ears was like beautiful magic - melodies whirled about and wrapped up people. His creativity and innermost expression could be released into the world via the medium of music. Slowly, as the food was almost ready, he began to slow down in his music before slowly coming to a complete stop. With a smile he returned his violin and bow to his violin case and closed it shut. Sitting himself down to the meal she had placed for him, he gave thanks.
"Thank you for the meal, Miss West," he spoke to her, smiling before he began to eat. As he ate, his shark-teeth became all the more apparent. Sharp, fangs tore through the steak with little problem as he ate and chewed. He was not uncivilized however - he ate like a proper gentleman should, carefully. He did not make a mess and certainly didn't drip any remnants of the food from his mouth. In the space of a short few minutes, he had finished his plate cleanly and now smiled up to the young woman. "Your dish was superb, milady. Perhaps I shall be fortunate enough to dine again on your cuisine," he remarked as he stood up and nodded his head.
With that, the old man began to wander away. They would part for the moment - who knew when next they would meet?
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Post by Nero on Jun 6, 2012 10:38:49 GMT -6
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[/url][/style][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 400px; border-bottom: 8px #FB0C12 solid; margin-top: -30px;] With Reverb Activated, Nero fell down from a relatively short building in order to stand in front of Catherine. Well. Well. Well. Still the old Nero, he was sure Catherine would recognize him. A Bank Robbery gone wrong. What would be the first of his bad luck with Bank Robberies. She had fucked him over. She had left him to die. Nero didn't forgive betrayal easily.
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Post by Catherine 'Kitty' West on Jun 6, 2012 10:46:40 GMT -6
Catherine was surprised someone had dropped down from the sky in front of her, but more surprised when she saw who it was. Nero? He was alive. How was that possible. He'd been shot. Also, if he was alive why wasn't he imprisoned? They'd been several marines there. She'd left him for dead purely because she thought he was dead. There was no reason fighting to defend a corpse.
"I'm glad to see you are alive Nero." she said truthfully. If she'd felt it had been a minor flesh wound she would of stayed, but she was certain it had been a fatal shot. There was no way she could of fought those marines alone. At least not how she was then. "I thought you had died on that bank job. Was going to come back for your body, but with a giant, that other guy and a possible sniper it wasn't safe." His gun was pointed at her and she saw a good reason for it. She would of defended herself, but with his gun that close there wasn't much she could do. "How did you escape the marines?"
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Post by Nero on Jun 6, 2012 11:01:18 GMT -6
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[/url][/style][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 400px; border-bottom: 8px #FB0C12 solid; margin-top: -30px;] He tilted his head. She didn't know he was alive? What? Had she been under a rock? But then again, she was one of the few that even knew he had been taken by the Marines. Still, none of that mattered. He had moved on, gotten over that. Or at least he had thought he had. Turns out he wasn't completely apathetic after all. She had abandoned him. She had left him to die. He didn't give a fuck what her reasons were. He wanted her dead.
He sighed, all tension disappearing from his body as he did so. This was boring. After all this time, he was finally going to have his revenge. Only problem with that? It was fucking boring! It was a trivial reason and he didn't care much for the trivial. Instead, he'd leave it up to her. "What can I say? I'm a tough guy to get rid of. I just left. Simple as that. But forget about that. You're in my way. Why shouldn't I kill you?"
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Post by Catherine 'Kitty' West on Jun 6, 2012 11:11:58 GMT -6
She looked at him. He was clearly angry with her and with good reason. She considered his question carefully. It was difficult to answer, but he seemed under the impression she was in his way. Did he mean literally or did he mean in a figurative sense? If in a figurative sense there wasn't much she could do.
"Because I might be able to help you in your goals." she suggested thinking about her own goals. They couldn't be that different from his own. They were both pirates and both enjoyed freedom. They had to have some similar goals. "I suppose, though it is not much consolation I could cook you up a meal to apologise a bit." She had quite a lot of ingredients left from the monkey. It definitely wasn't much, but it was better then nothing. |
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Post by Nero on Jun 6, 2012 11:35:20 GMT -6
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[/url][/style][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; width: 400px; border-bottom: 8px #FB0C12 solid; margin-top: -30px;] Hmm, good answer. Well, he wouldn't kill her. He'd give her that at least. But she was going to be his until he figured out what to do with her. He scrunched up his nose and wiggled it as he thought of what to do. She had given him a conundrum. He wasn't going to kill her but now he didn't know what to do with her. It wasn't really his style to let people live, though he had done so with the Marine. Well, alright. He'd just do that idea. Capture her and then see what happened.
But first thing was first. He had to defeat her. "Boring." He used Godspee to get behind her in less than a second. Removing Reverb from his hand, he'd attack her neck, attempting to knock her out.
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Post by Catherine 'Kitty' West on Jun 6, 2012 11:41:36 GMT -6
She didn't have time to react. Her reaction time was not swift enough for that. The blow hit her neck and she fell towards the ground unconcious the last thoughts on her mind wondering just what he would do with her. She was entirely as his mercy. There wasn't anything she nor anyone else could really do about it. This could be the time she died and if it was it was her own fault. It was not death that annoyed her. it was death before her goals were complete. That would just be annoying.
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Post by Nero on Jun 6, 2012 12:23:32 GMT -6
Catherine unconscious, Nero exited the premises having no further reason to stay. He had Catherine over his shoulder, taking her with him until he decided what to do. While under his capture, Catherine managed to seduce Nero where they then had sexors. Upon waking up the next day she discovered Nero to be missing. Catherine was, unknowingly, now pregnant with Nero's son.
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