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Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 5:05 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Radley was by now beginning to regret a great many things. First, he regretted having the rest of his crew leave so soon. If nothing else, they could have widened the distraction allowing them all to escape in the ensuing chaos. As it was, Jenny's little scuffle was only spreading people out and weakening his and Marguerite's cover. Second, he regretted not bringing his sword. Without dressing up in his old Navy blues he would not have been permitted to carry it, of course, but in a situation like this he desperately wished for it. He also wished Marguerite had a sword, and that she wasn't in such a ridiculously awkward outfit. He might have even been fine with Jenny having a sword, at this point.
Still, he didn't have time to think about things that could no longer be changed. Instead, he had to focus on getting out safely. "Dear Lord," Frost said, feigning surprise and fear. This was harder than his earlier acts, as he was no longer bothered by bloodshed or fighting. This sort of fight was actually mundane to him, he realized. "Come quickly, my dear, it is not safe." He put his arm around Marguerite protectively, as he noticed the other gentlemen doing, and tried to rush her towards the door. He would have to abandon Jenny for the moment. He dared to hope that he could make it to the door, when -- "Fitzwilliam, there you are!" A damned screechy, vicious, evil and generally horrid voice sounded from immediately behind Radley. He tried to continue walking when he felt a firm grip on his shoulder. Even now you're trying to ruin my life! "How dare you run, and with a slut of a woman, no less!" Radley turned sharply around, only subconsciously leaving a hand on Marguerite's back to keep her standing. "None of your damned business." Riley's parents looked at him in shock -- his father even released his grip. They struggled for words for perhaps the first time of their life; their precious Fitzwilliam had never dared to speak to them in such a way. Indeed, even as a pirate he'd rarely sworn aloud. "I'm sick of you always -- " "That's quite enough, Fitzwilliam," his father said sternly. Interrupting me, Frost completed mentally; his father didn't even try to let his son speak. "Here we bla -- struggle to get you a proper wife, and you return with a whore and a filthy mouth! We pulled every string we had to clear your name, and this is how you repay your dear parents?" "Dear parents my a --" "You are marrying Miss Alice and that's final! I'll hear no complaints. Pay the harlot and come home immediately." "Listen you, first off she --" "Fitzwilliam!" Now the mother interjected. "You come all the way home only to disappoint us again? We are getting too old for your embarassments!" "If you're too old then hurry up and --" "What has become of our darling young gentleman! Oh Heaven help us!" "You'll need God's help after --" "Cornelius, is there a problem?" The man who introduced himself as Alice's father walked up with a concerned look on his face. Jesus, now people who aren't even my parents are interrupting me!, Frost fumed mentally, rolling his eyes and throwing up his hands. Then, he suddenly turned, took one large step towards the other man and grabbed the sword at his waist, unsheathing it. "My Lord -- Cornelius? What is he -- Mr. Radley, please --" "Go to hell, all of you." Frost glared at the lot of them, brandishing his new weapon. "I'm leaving." "Now Fitz, let's not be so --" His father was not allowed to finish his sentence. With his free left hand, Frost introduced his father to a powerful backhand, sending the man careening to the floor. Ah, I feel much better already. "Don't think this is over, Fitzwilliam Radley," his mother screeched angrily. "You will pay for this embarrassment!" "Excuse me, my 'whore' of a first officer have a date." Frost turned sharply on his heel and looked at Marguerite. His eyes were on fire in a way they'd scarcely been before. It was clearly taking every once of willpower he had not to murder his parents outright. Even he didn't know why he decided not to kill them, nor did he know exactly what he meant by his words -- perhaps something like "a date with destiny," referring to the treasure. Hidden in all that fire, though momentarily, was a sense of regret. Possibly regret that he was scolded by his parents in front of an officer, or perhaps that that same officer had been called a whore by them. Either way, it was only there for a moment before the fire, too, was slowly drowned. Frost took Marguerite by the arm and began to walk determinedly towards the exit. "Ready to go?" He asked, only vaguely interested in the answer. Over his shoulder, he tossed a "Don't die Jenny. You better get back." Perhaps to lighten the mood (if only for himself), he turned to Marguerite and asked, "Want to borrow my sword?" OOC: Blech, I couldn't figure out how to finish the post and still give you all something to work with. Maybe some random guards can come in and we can have a great sword fight as we escape (yeah right)
Alice's father is also a high-ranking Navy officer. They would probably have swords on their belts as part of the uniform. If I'm mistaken, I can change it.... Also, I'm open to suggestions on how to make it more interesting... All the parents are definitely free if you want to use 'em yourself. I think you can tell Frosts' personalities... EDIT: Apparently this was post 7777! ^^ |
Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 5:57 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme A little old lady standing near Griffin, Sr. looked from Aiden to Jenny to Griffin. "Oh, my daughter shoulda convinced that no-good husband of hers to have married my granddaughter off to that Griffin fellow instead, methinks," Jenny's grandmother said. "She used to be so dainty and quiet, like a small buttercup," she almost sighed.
"Ehhh, shut your trap, Bess, you're jes' tryin' ta get her ta live out yer dreams." A little old man, hunched over a cane, shuffled around to the front beside his wife. "Look at 'er now! She's kickin' arse and takin' names fer Gods' sake! I've been wanting ta do that to some people for Goddamn ever." "Glynn Ellory Johnson!!" He shrugged. "What?" "You gave up piratin' years ago fer the Navy!" "What? I can't hear ye..." He said, feigning deafness. He waved his cane in the air. "GO FOR THE JUGULAR!! WOO!!" Jenny smiled softly, dodging another flying chair. Her father had always been cold and distant, valuing money and status over all... now that she thought about it, he and Aiden were quite alike in that way. Her mother had died years ago of the consumption, and so the only ones who cared about her were her Nana and Daq... She had always loved them best, anyways. They were always there for her, and supportive of her independance, especially considering that the both of them were once pirates. Time to fight back. "I won't die... and, in fact, I will be leaving shortly," she said to Frost. "I'd worry more about yourself." She took her pistol out of her shoulder holster, and steadied it upward and to the side for a one-in-a-million shot. She put both hands on it for stability, then fired. The surprisingly thin coupling supporting one of the chandeliers shattered, and it came crashing down between her and Aiden. She heard a baffled "Goddamn!" from inside the huge chandelier, and pumped her fist in the air. "Great success~!" "High five," Jenny's granddad said, and she gve him a puzzled look, hugged him, then her grandmother. Then she ran out the door. "...'the hell's a high five?" She muttered as she left, puzzled. "Glynn, you're ahead of yer time, dear, with that five high thing." "Shut the hell up, Bess." "Bloody 'ell, ye c'n blow it out yer arse, Glynn." Aiden whimpered a little bit, unhurt, but trapped inside the massive crystal chandelier. "A little help..." His voice wavered and squeaked, "P-please?" OOC:LOL AIDEN <3
I freaking love Jenny's grandparents. That's how my Grammy and Poppop used to act, lol xD |
The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 6:04 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme OOC:Dan: Yeah, you're right about the sword thing on the guy's uniform. It works.
Amelia: Jenny's grandparents = <3 Though offended by the remarks Frost's parents had so blatantly made, Marguerite supposed she couldn't really blame them for the assumption-- her bodice had had to be undone to get to the corset, which still lay half-falling-off. The only thing keeping her decent was another man's jacket, which she supposed didn't help matters. She was more embarrassed, however, for her Captain, who must have been mortified at being chastised by his parents. And in front of her, no less... she felt terrible for him, though perhaps not enough to overcome her own discomfort at witnessing such a scene. She, too, was confused by Frost's words-- a "date" would imply that he was still attempting to keep the ruse up, which made no sense considering that there was little ruse to keep up. Besides, he'd just openly referred to her as his first officer. Which-- Marguerite reminded herself, pushing the confusion into the background for the time being-- she was. "Of course," she said in response to Frost's inquiry as to her being ready to leave. Any attempts at pretending to be a lady were gone, and her voice was sharp and alert, as was usual for her. All of that airy delicacy had been difficult at best. "You talked to Heckett?" ~~~~~~~~ Philop followed them as they left, cursing inwardly at the turn events had taken. He wanted very much to grab the girl and turn her over to his father for inspection-- old Lord Griffin would be able to tell in an instant whether she was the daughter of the late Rose Kearney, and this whole let's-find-the-whore's-child game could be put to an end. But it didn't appear that that was going to be possible, not the way things were going. Radley's parents, as well as another couple, appeared to be doing little except angering their son, and if their son managed to escape then "Jennifer Johnson" would escape with him. So Philip would have to make sure that he didn't escape. ~~~~~~ Marguerite froze as the guards jumped out in front of them. There were four of them, all armed, and had she had a sword she wouldn't have been worried in the least. She and her Captain had taken out more than that before, after all. But she had no weapon, and she wouldn't even be able to run very well with all these skirts. "Jennifer Johnson, hm? Interesting," came a voice from behind them, slow and deliberate. "Why, Mrs. Redford, you're leaving already? I had so hoped for another dance. Come, I'm sure your husband wouldn't mind." Marguerite turned to see Admiral Griffin standing behind them, sword drawn, and she wished more than ever for one of her own. I may have to take him up on his offer to borrow his sword, she thought, glancing up at Frost-- but his words had had the almost-nuances of humor, and besides, it wouldn't do to leave him defenseless. With this dress, she probably couldn't do as well with a weapon as he could anyway. OOC:There's your fight. ^_^ |
spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 8:18 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme Valerie slipped the piece of paper up her sleeve after glancing at it quickly. She snickered at Radley. The young lady she was engaged to was about as pretty as a mule. Oops! She insulted the mule... Mrs. Redford fainted quite grandly! She was a natural! Or did she actually faint? Jennifer freed the young lady from her corset in a most scandalous manner. Then Aiden woke up and picked a fight with his ex-wife. The ball was thrown into a glorious chaos! Total, beautiful pandemonium erupted brilliantly in the ballroom.
Valerie’s giggle grew louder into hysterical laughter as things got more and more interseting. Radley chewed out his parents after they called his lady som unkind names and Jenny left Aiden in the chandelier. She stayed and laughed at him a bit as she pointed at him. “Best party ever!” she laughed to no one in particular. Then she coughed from lack of air. “Oh boy… calm down… ok… too much laughing." Then Griffin slipped away and Valerie sensed that something important was going to happen so she decided to follow. She kicked off her heels to make as little noise as possible. She peeked around a corner and saw that he had trapped the two prirates. Five against two? Hardly seems fair, does it? Heckett turned away and grinned deviously as she rubbed her hands together. She fished a knife out of her corset and cut off the layers of skirt and the whale bone hoops that gave the dress its shape. She was left standing in a white chiffon underdress with her bodice and corset over it. Valerie then held the knife between her teeth and climbed the side of the building using the beams and the windowsills to her own advantage. She was quite out of breath by the time she reached the roof. Stupid corset. She peeked over the side of the roof and watched for a moment to see what would happen next. |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 1:55 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme Jenny was halfway down the stairs when she heard the commotion behind her. "Wha...?" She said, turning around and running back to the entrance.
She stood a little ways off and studied the situation, hands on her hips. And then, she decided to help Radley. I could escape just as easily and never see the lot of them ever again, but... Dammit, I should do the right thing. Jenny walked back over, and said, "Seems you need some help escaping from old Philly-Phil, oh Frozen One..." |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 5:01 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme "Yes, we had a lovely chat," Frost responded with none of that fake cheeriness he'd been inflecting earlier. From out of the corners of his eyes, he could see that the situation was rather grim. Even with Jenny's help, it was five armed soldiers versus one armed pirate and two unarmed ones. If Radley were to guess, he would say that Philip was no pushover when it came to sword fighting. The guards, of course, would be little problem -- if they were all armed.
Raising the tip of his sword to fend of Philip, Frost said quietly to Jenny, "More than help, I need a sword for Mrs. Redford. With that we'd be fine; with you staying, it'll be easier than getting the crew drunk. At the moment, you have the most mobility. Possible?" Something about this Philip's demeanor bothered Frost. Most rich nobles would have simply left pirates to the guards, yet this one had some personal interest. What that was, however, was something Frost didn't know and guessed that he wouldn't any time soon. "After the stunt you pulled?" Radley responded to the Admiral's last words. "I wouldn't let you dance with my mother -- " And I hate her! |
| spy_4_hire Joined: 14 Feb 2004 Posts: 568 | Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 5:35 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By spy_4_hire: This theme, Any theme All right, three on five, Valerie said counting. I'll just pick off the two dumber looking ones, just to keep things interesting. She picked up a slate roof tile that had split in half. One half she dropped on the guard below her. It nailed hin in the head and he crumpled to the floor. One ran over to see what had happened and she shoved the other half overboard and onto him as well. Thus, two guards were rendered completely useless. Valerie was careful to stay out of sight, though she yearned to peek over the edge, she was pretty sure Phillip would not appreciate her 'help.' |
| Melia Stahlflugel Joined: 4 Aug 2005 Posts: 613 | Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 6:31 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Melia Stahlflugel: This theme, Any theme "Thank you, God, for Your divine intervention," Jenny said with a smile. "That evens things a bit..." She looked Griffin straight in the eyes. "Look, man, what the hell do you want with her? If you want to talk, do it. If you want to fight, say so already so that I can blow your Navy brains out."
She drew her gun and cocked it. "I don't like it when people threaten my friends, Phillip... I tend to get... angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry." Jenny took the knife that Aiden had stabbed her with, and slid it across the floor to Frost and Marc. "Sorry, but that's the best I can do," she said, shrugging. |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 9:12 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme Marc snatched up the dagger, figuring that it was a far cry better than being unarmed.
~~~~~~~~~ Philip watched as three of the guards fell to the ground, unconscious. Which was fine; he'd not needed their help, anyway. Having them there was nice, but certainly not necessary. When the two remaining ones charged, however, Philip thought that perhaps he'd been wrong. Having them there was not nice; where Philip meant to capture and question, the guards quite obviously meant to kill. Understandable-- the man was a known traitor, and the woman was his first officer. It only made sense that they would be considered complete enemies of the Navy. And Philip didn't care what happened to the man, but the woman was nearly unarmed and he couldn't risk her being killed. She might not be the person he was looking for-- but she might, and such a blow would surely do his father more harm than it would do the Navy good. A blow came close to hitting its mark; she managed to deflect it with the miniscule blade she'd been given. Good swordsmanship, to be sure, but with such a weapon one would have to be superhuman to defend oneself properly against fully armed, fully trained, fully poised-to-kill men. He deflected the next blow for her. She glared up at him, and he thought he recognized that look-- it was the same indignant pride that he'd seen from Rose on so many occasions. "Back off," he snapped, shoving the guard backward. "This one's mine-- I have an unfinished conversation to have here. It's rude to interrupt." ~~~~~~ Marguerite glared up at Philip, not sure what he was getting at. The guard had apparently run off to confront Frost; the other guard was now approaching, but Marguerite didn't see him. She was too busy trying to figure out what the hell Admiral Griffin was talking about. "I don't want to talk to you," she snapped. "Get away from me." "Such gratitude." "What am I supposed to be grateful for, huh?" "For saving your life, maybe?" He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the path of the second guard's sword, which swooped down right where her head had been a moment before. She refused to thank him. If he hadn't been a noble, she would have sworn he'd just cursed as the guard turned to face them again, and she wondered what he was going to do about his reputation after being seen helping a pirate. He, apparently, was thinking along the same lines, and lost no time in literally throwing himself out of the fight. On the way he dropped his sword-- Clumsy, clumsy, thought Marguerite, picking it up. She took care of the guard who'd been bothering her and turned to see how Frost was doing-- one of the other guards had, apparently, awakened, and was staggering about weilding his blade clumsily. Still, it was another body to get rid of; not that she had any doubts in her Captain's ability to do so. ~~~~~~~~ Philip breathed a sigh of relief when Mrs. Redford picked up the sword he'd dropped for her-- for one horrible moment he'd been sure she hadn't noticed it. There, she was defending herself nicely now, and nobody could say he hadn't done what duty had required of him. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 4:08 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme OOC: So there are two guards left, right?
Radley caught a glimpse of the Admiral with Marguerite out of the corner of his eye. What was he up to? Someone of noble birth and high rank such as he would surely have no need to sword fight with pirates on land. Especially since there were already four well-armed guards on hand, Frost was at a loss for an explanation. The sting of cold steel against his cheek brought him back to the present. A vague scowl crossed his face as he realized that he'd dropped his guard. Not a good idea to be pondering the motives of others during combat, he thought with annoyance. Now fully attentive to his own health -- Marc's got a weapon, she'll be fine -- Frost parried the guard's next attack and knocked the sword from his hand and sliced him across the chest. With his free hand, Radley gingerly touched his cheek and looked at his fingers. Blood. What a nuisance. "Finally getting out of our way?" Radley tossed Philip a sidelong glance as he advanced towards the last guard. Something was odd about the way Marc was suddenly holding Philip's sword, but he let it slide for the moment. The admiral obviously had some ulterior motive, but Frost didn't care to think about what it could be at that particular moment. |
| The Ace of Spades Joined: 7 May 2006 Posts: 398 | Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 7:03 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By The Ace of Spades: This theme, Any theme OOC:I just realized it was sort of my turn to post. ><
Marguerite brandished the sword at the second guard, but he was apparently more interested in fighting Radley than a woman and left. Conveniently, this left Marguerite with a sword and Philip without one. Which was definitely a convenient position for a little plot-defining heart-to-heart. Or sword-to-heart, thought Marguerite, placing her weapon with the point at the Admiral's chest. Yes, a sword-to-heart would do just as well. "Tell me," she said coolly, pushing him backwards, "would you prefer to be gutted or would you rather keep things neat?" The familiar cocky grin spread over her face; she felt much more like herself with her corset undone and a sword in her hand, and nevermind the possible interpretations of that statement. "Wouldn't want to get this pretty floor all messy, hm?" "Mrs. Redford-- won't you give me an actual name to call you by?" "No." "All right. Just remember that I just saved your life." "Didn't ask for it." "Well, I could very easily be on the other end of that sword. You're lucky I decided to be a gentleman and give it to you. I apologize if you'd rather have been killed." "I am lucky, aren't I? You, on the other hand, aren't." "Shame, that. All I really wanted was a proper introduction." "Hm. I guess that's a reasonable request. Admiral, meet my sword." Her grin widened. "Sword, Admiral. All better?" "Not really." The Admiral was, by this point, pinned against the nearest wall. He was taking it rather well; most people might have had the decency to look worried. He didn't. She decided she liked him. Until his next comment. "You know Rose Kearney, you said?" "I said nothing of the sort." She glared at him, digging the point of the sword into his chest a little. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to remind him that it was there. "You might as well have. You look startled every time I mention her." "Shut up." "Hm. Interesting." The point dug in a little more. "I said, shut up." "I don't understand why you're getting so flustered. You don't even know the woman." "No. I don't." "Wouldn't happen to be her daughter, of course." "Of course." "Not lying through your teeth, of course." "Of course." She saw him wince as she twisted the blade and dug it in a little deeper. A spot of red appeared on his pristine white shirt. "You, ah, wouldn't believe me if I said I had no plans to harm you, would you?" "No." "Even though I gave you my sword?" "Nope." "Ah. Well, actually, it's like this. If you're not related to Rose Kearney, there's probably not much of a chance that you'll get out of here alive. Especially if you try to murder an Admiral." "Try?" She laughed. "On the other hand," he continued, ignoring her comment, "if you are the Kearney girl, there may be an offer in store for you." "What, 'go quietly to prison and we won't hang you'?" "No, actually. More like, 'put down the sword and you'll be pardoned of all crimes against the Navy and the Crown." She thought about this for a moment. What reason would he have to pardon me? she reasoned. If they're after my mother, they probably know she was a pirate. So, logically, the Admiral would be a liar. "I think I'll take my chances with the guards." "That's a shame." Marguerite didn't know how it happened. One minute, she was in complete control of the situation: one Admiral completely at her mercy, one sword to ensure that things stayed that way, one clear escape route to run after she was done with him. The next thing she knew, all three were gone. She landed on the ground with an apalling lack of grace. She found herself looking up at an Admiral who was no longer at her mercy. In fact, the roles appeared to have switched in some strange series of events-- now he was holding she sword. She'd liked the last situation much better. "What do you want?" she growled, even as the cold steel blade was pressed against the skin of her throat. "A name," he said calmly, coaxing her to her feet. "Mrs. Redford." "A real name, if you please." "Jennifer Johnson." "Your real name, actually, is what I was getting at." "Anne." "Stop lying to me." "Emmeline." She felt a drop of something slide down her neck. It tickled. Probably blood. "You're very bad at this. I suggest you tell me the truth before I grow too tired of this game." She glared at him angrily. "Maybelline," she spat. She could feel the blade digging in deeper now. And goodness, that was beginning to hurt. "Last chance." "Marguerite." He regarded her evenly for a minute, then released the pressure on the sword. Marguerite breathed a sigh of relief. "There, now. That wasn't so hard. Now, if you'll be so kind as to step this way, I believe there's someone who's been wanting to meet you." "The hangman?" She laughed. "Wonderful." "Not exactly." He offered a smile, and there was nothing threatening or scheming behind it. Had she not known better, Marguerite might have described it as gentle. "I was serious when I said I had no intentions of hurting you. My father knew your mother, you see, and he wants very much to meet--" All of a sudden, there was a noise from the other end of the ballroom. She looked over to see an elderly man pushing through the crowd to get to them. "Philip? What are you--" He broke off. A hush fell over the crowd. And then, a single whispered word fell from his lips: "Rose?" What the hell, thought Marguerite. I don't look that much like her. But now the old man was pushing his way to his son, and grabbing his sword hand in an effort to pull it away from Marguerite's throat. Which, Marguerite realized, put her in very great danger of an accidental throat-slitting. "Father, don't--" "Stop! Stop!" "Will you cut it out, Father? This is ridiculous!" "What are you doing, Philip, that's Rose you're about to kill!" "No, it's her daughter and she's trying to escape--" "Get your sword away from her!" "She's going to get away! Have you any idea how difficult it'll be to find her again?" "Rose! Let Rose go!" "Rose is dead!" The old man quieted suddenly, blinking in a vague, empty sort of way. Philip turned back to the woman on the other end of the sword-- Only to find that she wasn't there. Nor was she anywhere in sight. He scanned the ballroom quickly, focusing on the exits and looking for a swish of blue satin, a flash of dark skin, any hint of Marguerite. She was gone. He let out a heavy sigh. So close. Maybe I shouldn't have been so rough with her. But no, she was a pirate. And a pirate would take any chance to escape, as she'd just demonstrated. Being nice would have resulted in her leaving much sooner, and he wouldn't even have been left with her name. Which he couldn't even be certain was her real name, though her eyes had held no hint of a lie that last time. "Come on, Father," he said, resigned to his failure. "Let's get you home." He took the old man by the elbow and gently led him away from the crowd. So close. He'd been so certain that having Rose's daughter would have been all his father needed to regain his faltering sanity. That one little piece-- she couldn't have replaced the woman, obviously, but she might have been enough to tip the scales just enough. All he needed was some sign that all hope was not gone from the world. Some life, something pretty, something that reminded him of the way things had been before. Anything. He had been so sure... But a chase through the streets of London would be fruitless, he knew. He was only one person, after all. And while he trusted the guards to follow orders, he was pretty sure that was all they could do. They'd be hopeless against a pirate in a race through the dingier areas. Valerie would have been extremely useful at this particular moment, but he saw no signs of her, either. He would have a fleet after them by midday tomorrow. They would search the nearby ports and towns. He would do whatever he could to find her. But he knew she'd already be long gone. So close, dammit. ~~~~~~~~~ Marguerite had run the moment the bickering began. She didn't fancy trying to escape without a weapon, but nor did she fancy getting her head cut off by accident. She had no idea why the old man wanted to meet her. How could he have known her mother? Well, she was a prostitute... Which led to her next question: Why the hell did he want to meet her? Dirty old man. She shuddered at the thought. She stopped when she was well out of sight of the mansion. The harbor was in view, and she was reasonably certain that she was safe; she could probably walk the rest of the way. These shoes were painful to run in. And her neck was still bleeding-- comforting smile or no, Admiral Griffin had been none too gentle with the blade. Come on, Captain, hurry up, she thought, shivering in the cold and turning around to search for some sign of him or Jenny approaching. Don't you dare die in there. |
| Digithe Joined: 24 Aug 2003 Posts: 884 | Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 8:21 pm | Characters: All for this theme; By Digithe: This theme, Any theme Radley had not expected a response from the Admiral, and was too busy to hear it anyway. The crowd was starting to get antsy with only one guard left between them and a pirate, and Frost had a feeling that their discomfort would not last for long. With long, swift strides he covered the distance between himself and the last guard quickly. He took his time, pushing just enough to move the guard closer and closer to the door. Frost continued to push until the guard actually bumped up against the door. In the split second of confusion when the guard was trying to figure out what happened, Radley disarmed him and pierced his heart.
As he wiped the blood from his sword on the dead guard's clothes, Frost turned to check up on his first mate. Clever little pirate, looks like she's gone already, he mused. Were he anyone else, he might have chuckled. Of course, even the idea of chuckling would have been ridiculous -- if such an idea had even occurred to him. A quick scan of the room showed nothing more than a bunch of disgruntled lords and ladies; Marguerite had indeed escaped. Not eager cross blades with the Admiral -- he'd managed to disarm Marguerite, after all, and she was one of the finest swordsmen (Swordswomen? Eh, she wouldn't care anyway) Frost had the pleasure of fighting with -- Radley spun on his heel, threw the door open and strode out into the night at nearly a run. He took a slight detour down an alley and looked around him without slowing his pace. Cupping his hands around his mouth, he "cawed" once. Two "caws" answered immediately nearby, then two more a distance away. They're reliable after all, Frost thought with relief. He'd told a few of his men to be scattered about, so he could know if Valerie was going to accept his offer without having to actually stay in the streets. One would greet her, and the rest were to subtly relay word back to the ship. Now heading straight for the Red Triumph, Frost glanced at his pocket watch and noted that Valerie had about five minutes before he cast anchor. As it was, he only hoped that Marguerite -- anyone, really -- was prepping his ship for launch. |
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