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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 15, 2006 22:11:34 GMT -5
Ed blinked his one visable eye at the little thing cowering before him. "You're thin." He says blandly. "Eat." He doesn't even turn to look at Cadiz. "I am short staffed." He then pushes the crates aside to reveal the slip of a girl who hid behind them. "May I?"
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Post by lor344 on Nov 15, 2006 22:27:48 GMT -5
((I'm confused who is Cadiz? *thinks she missed something*))
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 15, 2006 22:28:57 GMT -5
((The guy who is leading Skye out of the room. The spanish d00d. I dunno if he'd actually have any authority, but so long as Ed got it okayed by somebody he'd be good.))
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Post by lor344 on Nov 15, 2006 22:30:56 GMT -5
((yeah I just found him >< sorry Im a little slow sometimes...)) Kathrine stares blankly up to him, feeling sickingly exposed with the crates shifted. She stays firmly put, he had definately not spoke french. So she was further from home than she thought. Good. She then tilts her head, raven locks falling slightly infront of her eyes "M-may you what?" she stutters in her thick accent.
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 15, 2006 22:33:34 GMT -5
"May I borrow you." Ed says simply, awaiting Cadiz's answer. ((Was trying to get clover back in xD And is okay, I had to scan back a few pages to find him.))
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Post by lor344 on Nov 15, 2006 22:40:33 GMT -5
Kathrine sighs slightly, remaining silent. He confused her and she was assuming she was talking to the prson behind him so she remained on the floor, knees to her chest and head hung. This was no fun.
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Post by starvingartist on Nov 15, 2006 23:16:54 GMT -5
((o_0 Y'all have been busy.)) Skye eyed the action mildly, but said nothing. She had enough on her plate as it was. Scowling at her newly-appointed captor, she folded her arms. "My lineage and upbringing were, sir probably much more illustrious than yours was. Now, if I am to aide you, you will need to take me belowdeck," she ordered. She didn't understand his language - or even what a senorita was ((cannot remember how to make n~ on mah keyboard ^^ ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png) ) but the urge to heal was stronger than the urge to inform this man where he could put his foreign language. Hopefully, he'd hurry himself up - she didn't care for the problem of the stowaway (for that was most certainly what the wretch was) or what was to be done with her.
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Post by Clover on Nov 16, 2006 2:10:25 GMT -5
[Oh dear, which to reply to... Since poor Cadiz is stuck doing two things at once... ah well]
Hearing the voice call out, he kept his hand on the dagger. Really, having this girl disappear on the ship would be no lasting damage, but would be quite troublesome, and would likely earn him some lashings for his negligence. But Ed was calling. . .
Decisions, decisions. Turning, he shouted up and over his shoulder, trying to make his voice heard as best as possible. This was strange, since he rarely raised his voice, and now here he was, hollering like some common street-urchin. "Sorry, Ed! McDougle wants me to take the surgeon down to where she can put her ... ah.. talents to use. But I'll be right up once I've deposited her!"
That should do it, he hoped, and resolved to skip merrily back to helping the man out. The faster he was rid of this whelp, the better. Really, how much was it to ask from the universe that this woman simply keep her mouth shut?
When she started yapping again, something about lineage and illustrious, and this and that and such the other, he all but groaned. Apparently, the universe saw fit to dole him a titch more punishment then he thought fair. So he whirled, lips curling into a delicate little sneer.
"Milady. Pardon my rudeness, but women are better seen, not heard, and since you aren't even particularily comely, you'd best practice that silence more studiously. Frankly, I don't give two splashes of piss to the wind where you're from, or from what shanty you sprang. But you would do well to mind your tongue, lest you cut it right off with that razor wit of yours."
Directing her belowdecks, he bit back other, crueller retorts, in favour of his dignity, and the stony silence that he had maintained after his retort. With any luck and the grace of any merciful god on his side, he'd be rid of the wretch with haste, and then he could go back to his life, free of harpies and wenches and saucy mouthed slatterns.
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 16, 2006 3:50:25 GMT -5
Ed perched himself on a crate and waited. Funny, that's exactly where he wanted to take the tiny stow away. He pulled a pipe from his pocket and slowly lit it, taking a few, deep puffs. He offered it to the little dark haired mouse.
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Post by lor344 on Nov 16, 2006 17:24:20 GMT -5
Katrhine looks up to him blankly, eyes flickering briefly to the pipe before shaking her head slowly. She didnt feel like doing anything now, she wasn't sure what she wanted. After spending days on end on some God-forsaken boat through hunger and purpetual darkness only to be discovered did not lift ones spirits. What would they do to her? Keep her in a cell? Perhaps she would be fed then. Or maybe they would throw her over board. What more couild she do in such a situation than hope for the best?
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 16, 2006 19:08:02 GMT -5
He shrugged and puffed away, then nudged the apple with his foot. "Eat." He said again, a bit more forcefully.
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Post by lor344 on Nov 16, 2006 21:10:49 GMT -5
Kathrine looks to the apple then up to him. Why was he being kind to her, she had stowed away on his ship...She reaches out and grasps the apple with slender fingers before taking a bite, causing a dull crunching sound. She was, after all, in no position to resist authority.
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Post by starvingartist on Nov 16, 2006 21:11:15 GMT -5
((XD Tetchy, aren't we?))
Her tailbone blazed as she was dragged unceremoniously down a flight of stairs towards the door. Resisting the urge to cry out, she wished fervently for more of the topical she had used to numb most of the pain. Yanking her arm from his grasp, she spun around, seething.
"I am not your wife, nor your bairn to be talked to in that manner. In fact, I am bound to you under no law and will not be treated like some common wench. If you need my help, you'd best learn some manners, sir, because I won't step foot into that room on my own." Her hands twitched, and she smelt blood. The need to heal, to aide the wounded, was almost second-nature but he'd pinched her pride, and so she stood, hands on her hips, glaring with steeled eyes at Caidz.
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Post by Clover on Nov 16, 2006 21:24:45 GMT -5
[Oh, don't you know it. He's a little princess, he is. ]
Cadiz almost winced at each step she took. Surely she was in pain, to say the least. Oh, he was sure her hindquarters would be protesting, but it wasn't in his soul to help her more then absolutely neccessary, and so he kept his hand in a vice grip, and his body as far away from hers as possible.
For all he knew, her particular brand of insanity might be contagious, and what a right mess that would be.
When she pulled her arm away, he raised an eyebrow, but let the gesture pass with only that. She would seethe, and storm and rage, and true, hell had no fury like a woman... but really, she barely counted. "I have plenty of manners, Miss. However, you will find that I reserve them for people worth their effort, and you most certanly do not qualify under that category."
He took a breath, his eyes narrowing. "You are not a lady deserving of my arm. You are a pirate, and since women have no place abord ships as sailors, then by god, an upright soul must wonder what you bartered to earn room and board on a ship such as that." He smiled, baring teeth in a little sneer. "You will forgive this humble seaman for assuming the worse--however, your conduct affords me no leeway in this assertation, and your ...ah.. unfortunate circumstances do not lend themselves to mercy in my judgement."
He paused at her words, and when she planted her feet and all but pouted, he raised his hands and sent a muttered curse winging to the heavens. "Woman, do not try me. I have no qualms about lifting you bodily over that threshold, but I would prefer to do this with a minimum of aggravation for the both of us. "
He took a calming breath, debating simply pushing her into the room and shutting the door. With an attitude like this, and people wondered what drove a man to the tequila. "You are here to do a job. There are men in there, wounded and in pain, mostly ours, but most likely some of yours. Will you allow your womanly willfullness to further harm them? Do your job, madam, and I will not be forced to ask you to help heave what's left of the men you couldn't save over the railings. Are we absolutely crystal, madam?"
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 16, 2006 21:36:44 GMT -5
Ed stared off into space, gently puffing at his pipe while he listened to the mousey creature crunch at the apple. Cadiz had said the woman was a surgeon. More company, then. "Have you a weak constitution?" He asked the girl, still staring forward. It would not do to have her ill over his patients, after all.
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