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[closed - event] i don't understand how you're gone
Characters: the Damsels.
Date: They awake the morning of the 3rd.
Summary: The adventures of the captive damsels aboard the ship Labrys.
Warnings: None at this moment.
[The morning is rising, the early sun spreading streaks of red and gold out across the surrounding cloudscape, thin beams penetrating the wooden Labrys, spilling across its planks. It is an unfamiliar place that you will awaken in, one filled with the creaking of wood and the musical rattle of dried out bones. Did you think those skeletons carting you off in the night were a dream? Well, now you know for certain. Now you sit in a cage, cold steel surrounding you and cold steel at ankles and wrists. You are a captive.
And soon enough, your captor's shadow falls over you. Her dark hair is wind-tousled, her skin a silken brown. And she is smiling.]
Good morning, ladies.
[[ooc; We have below some basic headers for NPC involvement, you are not restricted to them in the least! If you start up threads with 3 or more involved, try to keep to a hazy tagging order, maybe don't jump anyone more than twice!]]
Date: They awake the morning of the 3rd.
Summary: The adventures of the captive damsels aboard the ship Labrys.
Warnings: None at this moment.
[The morning is rising, the early sun spreading streaks of red and gold out across the surrounding cloudscape, thin beams penetrating the wooden Labrys, spilling across its planks. It is an unfamiliar place that you will awaken in, one filled with the creaking of wood and the musical rattle of dried out bones. Did you think those skeletons carting you off in the night were a dream? Well, now you know for certain. Now you sit in a cage, cold steel surrounding you and cold steel at ankles and wrists. You are a captive.
And soon enough, your captor's shadow falls over you. Her dark hair is wind-tousled, her skin a silken brown. And she is smiling.]
Good morning, ladies.
[[ooc; We have below some basic headers for NPC involvement, you are not restricted to them in the least! If you start up threads with 3 or more involved, try to keep to a hazy tagging order, maybe don't jump anyone more than twice!]]
INBOX ][ the PIRATE QUEEN
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...this doesn't really count as a good morning, in my opinion.
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[The smile is crooked.]
That hurts.
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This is not exactly high up on my list of good ways to wake up.
[Jessica: Is a sarcastic damsel.]
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You have practice with this then.
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Well, except the ship thing. I'm assuming this is a ship, at least. Granted, that was a field trip and not a twisted sleepover.
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What an inaccurately optimistic statement. [As Jessica said, there's nothing "good" about it.]
This is absurd. I demand to be released at once.
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[She cocks a hip, her smile insufferably calm.]
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stolenairship.]Regardless of your denial, I do not withdraw my demand. [She sees no reason not to be imperious just because she's a prisoner.] Nor will I cease to object.
And is there some point to this exercise?
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[Bitch please, you ain't more villainous than me.]
I'm waiting on a ransom.
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A ransom? [That's the plan?] And what do you hope to receive? The Queen draws in and discards people at random.
I doubt she notes us as individuals. She's bloated, indolent, and mad. [Kuja: not a fan of queens.] You might have more success if you attacked something she cared about.
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Ah, it was such a nice dream. Pity that someone had to wake her.
She cracks open an eye. ] Ah?
[ Yawning quietly, she brings a hand up to wipe at the corners of her eye... but she ends up tugging another arm along up with it. They both feel rather heavy and something is digging into the fabric of her pajamas. ] ...huh? [ Now quite awake, Mugi stares down at herself, then her surroundings. ] Oh dear.
[ Finally, she notices the woman standing outside of the cage and she bolts upright. ] Oh! G— Good morning?
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Sleep well, princess?
[There's too much irony there.]
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INBOX ][ the PIRATE QUEEN
it's really depressing that she's almost used to waking up in places she didn't fall asleep in by now.]
I have got to stop waking up like this.
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What the hell is going on?!
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Why.
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What do you want from me, you disgusting creep?!
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How about a good morning kiss, sweetheart?
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Hell no! I'd never betray Sayaka like that!
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[She contemplates this for a moment before deciding,]
Who gives a shit.
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