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high_seas2014-07-05 01:19 pm
highseasmods) wrote in high_seas2014-07-05 01:19 pm
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The Great Ghost Race: Start!
[It’s early morning, but the sky is dull and leaden. Those who have been in this world since the beginning may recognize a familiar tang of ozone in the air as the clouds above roil softly. Hidden electricity seems to snap through the air and raises the fine hairs on the back of your neck.
The participants' ships sit on either side of the little bay, ready to move into the current that will sweep everyone up the reverse waterfall. The captains are steel-eyed. Cannons are being prepared. On the spits of land on either side, a crowd is watching, cheering and howling their approval. They quiet down as a man stands on a raised platform to the right, a crude, dented megaphone in his hands as he screams to be heard across the bay in deference to the rising wind that whips down from the east.]
Welcome to the 110th Annual Great Ghost Race, ye gnarly toothless sons of bitches!
[The crowd roars and the pirates around you do, too. As if in response, the clouds above start to roil faster, as if coming to the boil, lacing with murky green light. The man begins to shout again:]
If ye be children of the sea, ready to brave the dangers all the world has to offer—
[Crews begin to scramble up the riggings, ready to untie the sails. The clouds bubble and a green mist begins to form at the very peak of the mountain, clutching at the sides of it. The crowd turns toward it, cheering, fists raised:]
GET YE GONE!
[Sails snap open and the ships pull into the massive current. As you hit it yourself, you’ll feel a massive tug that will send anyone unprepared stumbling backwards. Ships in front of, behind, and around are struggling to stay in the current as it narrows, going toward the top of the great peak. One or two veer off and smash into the rocky sides. Gravity pulls –but something more incredible is happening just on the peak.
Davy Jones, wreathed in a green mist, coalesces into being, watching everyone with burning red eyes. He is larger than life. A giant that straddles the twin peaks. You can see a bone under patches of swirling green skin. The crowd below roars. As the first ships pass under Jones’ great form, the crews roar at him: curses, blessings, asking for favors, promising an end. One ship remains quiet and those red eyes flash. A moment later a green lightning bolt snaps from the clouds and smashes into it, sending it twisting backwards, flying back overhead as it smashes into ships below.
For you, whether you cheer or not, he will watch you with burning eyes, before throwing back his head and laughing, his voice filling the air like thunder.
At the peak, there are other things to think about. The great waterfall like a river is tumbling down below and already two ships have smashed into one another, creating a burning wreckage. After cresting the point, your ship goes careening down, barely in your control, lost in the current. Other ships will fire on you, cannonballs coming in from the sides. One or two will try to send men aboard. Even if you are lucky and miss that, there’s wreckage to be avoided, sharp rocks, and occasional snaps of green lightning.
Should you survive this and hit the open sea, you will head right into a driving rain that soaks everything, the waves rough and wild.
Welcome to the Great Ghost Race!]
[ooc: We encourage you to play this out and crews to play with each other! For the sake of organization, post your ship/crew name below like you would any thread opener and say in the subject what you are open for:
Ex. Straw Hat Pirates, open for all combat.
Also, have fun!]
The participants' ships sit on either side of the little bay, ready to move into the current that will sweep everyone up the reverse waterfall. The captains are steel-eyed. Cannons are being prepared. On the spits of land on either side, a crowd is watching, cheering and howling their approval. They quiet down as a man stands on a raised platform to the right, a crude, dented megaphone in his hands as he screams to be heard across the bay in deference to the rising wind that whips down from the east.]
Welcome to the 110th Annual Great Ghost Race, ye gnarly toothless sons of bitches!
[The crowd roars and the pirates around you do, too. As if in response, the clouds above start to roil faster, as if coming to the boil, lacing with murky green light. The man begins to shout again:]
If ye be children of the sea, ready to brave the dangers all the world has to offer—
[Crews begin to scramble up the riggings, ready to untie the sails. The clouds bubble and a green mist begins to form at the very peak of the mountain, clutching at the sides of it. The crowd turns toward it, cheering, fists raised:]
GET YE GONE!
[Sails snap open and the ships pull into the massive current. As you hit it yourself, you’ll feel a massive tug that will send anyone unprepared stumbling backwards. Ships in front of, behind, and around are struggling to stay in the current as it narrows, going toward the top of the great peak. One or two veer off and smash into the rocky sides. Gravity pulls –but something more incredible is happening just on the peak.
Davy Jones, wreathed in a green mist, coalesces into being, watching everyone with burning red eyes. He is larger than life. A giant that straddles the twin peaks. You can see a bone under patches of swirling green skin. The crowd below roars. As the first ships pass under Jones’ great form, the crews roar at him: curses, blessings, asking for favors, promising an end. One ship remains quiet and those red eyes flash. A moment later a green lightning bolt snaps from the clouds and smashes into it, sending it twisting backwards, flying back overhead as it smashes into ships below.
For you, whether you cheer or not, he will watch you with burning eyes, before throwing back his head and laughing, his voice filling the air like thunder.
At the peak, there are other things to think about. The great waterfall like a river is tumbling down below and already two ships have smashed into one another, creating a burning wreckage. After cresting the point, your ship goes careening down, barely in your control, lost in the current. Other ships will fire on you, cannonballs coming in from the sides. One or two will try to send men aboard. Even if you are lucky and miss that, there’s wreckage to be avoided, sharp rocks, and occasional snaps of green lightning.
Should you survive this and hit the open sea, you will head right into a driving rain that soaks everything, the waves rough and wild.
Welcome to the Great Ghost Race!]
[ooc: We encourage you to play this out and crews to play with each other! For the sake of organization, post your ship/crew name below like you would any thread opener and say in the subject what you are open for:
Ex. Straw Hat Pirates, open for all combat.
Also, have fun!]
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Or at least such was the case prior to the Davy Jones' entry.
Once the ghostly form makes its appearance in the sky, the ears of the Katabami will be met with a high-pitched, almost inhuman screech; looking around for its source will prove useless, as it seems it vanished into thin air... along with Ragna, curiously enough.
... Somebody might want to drag him back on board, as it's unlikely he'll go out on his own after witnessing that.]
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The nerve of him! As if insulting Hideyoshi wasn't enough, now he proves himself to be a coward! It's to be expected, he thinks, but it's no less disgusting.
Mitsunari decides he must retrieve his crewmate, and quickly.]
Where did you flee to, Ragna?! Show yourself!
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... Except when ghosts are involved. As much as Ragna hates the thought of showing his greatest fear in front of others, he doesn't really have much control over it. As such, Mitsunari can find the Grim Reaper in a position hardly fitting his title: namely, he's curled up between barrels beneath the deck, his ears covered with his hands as he continues to whisper something akin to "it's not real" over and over again.
You see, he's really not good with ghosts...]
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While this is a sad state to find Ragna in, it doesn't make Mitsunari feel any sympathy. Quite the opposite.]
Get up! This is pathetic!
[The man who defeated him in a one-on-one match should not be cowering at the sight of a ghost, even if that ghost is Davy Jones.]
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S-Shut the hell up!
[... It would probably sound more convincing if both his voice and body stopped trembling so much, huh.]
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Do not make me repeat myself! Get up!
And stop quaking like some terrified rat, it's revolting!
[The only way Mitsunari knows how to deal with frightened people is to be as unhelpful as possible.]
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... I told you to shut your trap, asshole. Or do you want me to beat the everloving crap outta you again, huh?
[... A threat like this might sound ironic coming from someone who just ran away screaming at the sight of a ghost, but it's not a kind of thing Ragna would pay attention to.]
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HIT BELOW THE BELT WHY DON'T YOU.Mitsunari, to nobody's surprise, just keeps on talking.]
You be silent! It appalls me to know I lost to someone so blatantly weak of heart, but I will not be taken down by the likes of you again! And you will see that for yourself, rat-- when there are not more pressing matters to attend to!
[As mad as he still is about how that fight turned out, and as much as he'd like to finally punish Ragna for disrespecting Hideyoshi, he didn't come down here for a second duel.]
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YOU STARTED ITMeanwhile, Ragna seems to have regained his composure completely, as he no longer resembles a frightened schoolgirl when he grits his teeth in anger at the other man.]
Call me weak again and the only pressing matter you'll be attending to will be your own funeral!
[Whatever it is Mitsunari did come here for, it's not going too well.]
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NO YOU]If you are not the weakling you appear to be, prove it and get back up onto the deck!
[His phrasing is pushing it, but by Mitsunari's usual standards this is practically being polite and accommodating.]
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... I'm... going, I'm going...
[And he is. ... Slowly.]
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Are you? We do not have all day! Or must I drag you back, instead?
[Yanking Ragna around by the collar of his shirt is not something Mitsunari's unwilling to attempt.]
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The Grim Reaper tosses an angry glare over his shoulder in response to Mitsunari's complaints.]
Try it and it'll be the last time you ever get to use the hand you touch me with.
[Which comes as a surprise to absolutely no one.]
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I do not need two hands to sever one of yours.
[This is, of course, a very smart thing to say to somebody who's kicked your ass once already. Despite how he sounds, Mitsunari would actually rather avoid significantly injuring anyone on crew, since it would interfere with the Katabami's performance in the Ghost Race. He'll have to settle for continuing to order Ragna around.]
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Mitsunari you can't sever something he doesn't haveThat makes two of them, actually, though in Ragna's case it's less worrying about the race (he already hates being a part of it) and more genuinely not wanting any harm to befall them... as annoying as he finds it every time he realizes he feels that way.
He might need to re-think his stance on Mitsunari in particular, though.]
Don't spew bullshit like that unless you're willing to put your money where your mouth is, dick.
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[He says what he means and means what he says, and his threats are included in that. Not that he never overestimates his capabilities, but he feels his self-confidence is entirely warranted. You don't become the Left Arm of the Toyotomi by losing all your battles.]
But be aware you provoke me at your own eventual peril. You have not yet faced sufficient retribution for maligning Lord Hideyoshi. Do not forget that.
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That was back in April, Mitsunari. letitgo.mp3]no subject
[Look, he's not even trying to be a jerk here, he seriously doesn't remember who the hell that was, other than... oh. That's right, that was the reason they got in a fight in the first place, no? Ragna ~disrespecting~ the guy or some shit. Gotta say, he's pretty impressed by how Mitsunari keeps going back to that.]
... Y'know, one would think you'd be more pissed off 'bout me kicking your ass rather than that... [Eh. Ultimately, it makes no difference to him why he's golding a grudge against him, so the Grim Reaper just shrugs it off.] Either way, I'm not too worried.
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You degenerate! You don't even possess the decency to remember his name?!
[He has to remind himself yet again that now is not the time for a fight. Anger is radiating from him, but by some miracle he refrains from acting on it. Give him a gold star, he's really exercising his self-control today. Belatedly, he adds:]
...And while your blasphemy angers me more than your victory, making you atone for your sins is not the sole reason I wish to fight you. With your defeat, I can atone for having failed before.
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We've been through this crap before, no? For god's sake, this is the last time I'm spelling this out for you, so take notes: I. Don't. Give. A. Shit.
[And there comes Mitsunari's annoying habit of being way too overdramatic for Ragna's taste. "Atone for your sins"? Seriously? It's not that there aren't things he should be atoning for; on the contrary, he's done far worse than offending someone's dead lord and he knows full well that a day will come when he will need to pay for everything... perhaps even with his life.
But not now, and much less to Mitsunari.]
... We'll see if you still stick to all this bombastic bullshit after I'm done beating you to a pulp, jerk.
[Which would sound about 100% more badass is he hadn't run away screaming at the sight of a ghost just a few minutes ago.]
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I am all but shepherding you back to where you are supposed to be after you fled with your tail between your legs at the mere sight of Davy Jones.
[He's in no great hurry to let Ragna forget about what just happened.]
It is because of that I know you are the only one still at risk of being beaten to a bloody pulp. I will not disgrace my lord twice because of a spineless wretch like you.
[Ragna didn't specify 'bloody', true, but Mitsunari's just... filling in the blanks a little.]
I hold no respect at all for anyone who runs away when they are needed. Abandoning one's responsibilities out of fear is not a luxury you are allowed. Even if you had not disparaged Lord Hideyoshi I would still find you despicable!
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... I'm seriously getting tired of your shit, bastard.
[His eyes narrow as the Grim Reaper reaches for the handle of his sword, not quite drawing it yet, but it's a strong indication he can do so at any second now.]
Are you gonna quit yapping on your own, or do I have to shut your trap for you?
[A mature conversation between two grown men at its finest.]
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...I'll grant you no mercy if you run again.
That is all I am going to say.
[Yes. For the time being, he is actually going to shut up.
Miracles do happen.]