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high_seas2015-07-10 11:52 pm
highseasmods) wrote in high_seas2015-07-10 11:52 pm
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The Great Ghost Race: Start??
[The morning of the race is cloudy and oppressive with a muggy heat, but there’s a general cheer and anticipatory air, though everyone seems to be looking over their shoulders for someone or something. In any case, whether you are spectating or participating, the race starts off much as it did last year.
Except the announcer this year sounds a little more apprehensive? Perhaps it has something to do with the Naval Ships threaded among the participants, or some number of the crews looking dead-eyed, wearing faintly pulsing shards and staring upward at the peak of the rushing water.
This is the 111th Annual Great Ghost Race! Now, participants!]
GET YE GONE!
Except the announcer this year sounds a little more apprehensive? Perhaps it has something to do with the Naval Ships threaded among the participants, or some number of the crews looking dead-eyed, wearing faintly pulsing shards and staring upward at the peak of the rushing water.
This is the 111th Annual Great Ghost Race! Now, participants!]
GET YE GONE!
The Problem
You can clearly hear Cat’s voice above the wind saying:]
Now you are under my control! Nothing will stand in my way!
[But after a moment of surprise, Jones just grins at her, plucks her from the rock where she stands and— ...Well. It’s best to look away. You won’t be able to forget her scream as it is. His laugh is loud and long as blood drips from his hands and the seas start boiling, turning red as ghost ships and zombies rise.
Jones looks down with eyes blazing red in the pits and then says in a booming voice:]
I'LL SHOW YE THE TRUE MASTER OF THESE SEAS!
[Will you flee or try to fight? Or just hope to avoid being crushed by the rush of ships attempting to escape? Whatever you do, be careful not to fall in the water, as those that do seem to come out of it somewhat possessed and more than a little angry.
This, however, will wear off...
In a few days.]
SPADES
LIKE HELL Y' ARE MAGGOTBREATH!
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[however when Cat started to chant her spells and things began to get turbulent as Venour got closer, he seemed to change his mind... There was some power struggle going on here, and Jones seemed a little bigger, more powerful and less likely to actually be a rational entity than Venour had initially thought....]
[he attempted to turn around and fly back, but by then it was too late...the powerful winds were sucking everything that wasn't nailed down towards the red mist surrounding Jones. Ven hadn't been super close when it started, but perhaps close enough... He was a powerful flier but wouldn't be able to resist such winds for long. Would he get sucked into the red mist before the wind stopped?]
[yep]
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That's really all Namur has time to think before he has to relinquish his spot at the front of the ship in order to see to the sails and hopefully keep them from getting too shredded in a volley of cannonballs. There's not a lot of room to maneuver, but maybe they can pull around behind Jones for a pickup. Leanne's wings aren't strong enough to keep her safe, and hell knows what Marco's going to do, so that's the best Namur's got. Be safe, dumbass, and don't die in the next couple of minutes!]
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[soon after the exchange between Jones and Cat though; it was evident the wind had died down and the red mists were starting to settle. Venour had been strong and maneuverable enough to at least grab a rock and cling to it for dear life to avoid being pulled right into Jones' reach, but breathing in that most may have not been a good thing...]
[a few moments later he came flying back towards the ship, so far looking no worse for wear....but is it just your imagination or does he look really pissed off?]
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Oh good, yer back! Get yer ass down here an' keep that line taut!
[Namur motions to one of the ropes which has obviously come loose in the storm. It takes the whole crew to sail the ship in a storm and Namur isn't one to take excuses when it comes to keeping everyone afloat.]
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Die, you fat guppy!
[and with no explanation whatsoever, he formed a spear out of dark magic in his hand and hurled it at Namur as his wings carried him writhing throwing distance]
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Picked a helluva time t' get uppity 'bout authority Fuzzbutt! Maybe 'stead a sailin' y'd rather sit the damn storm out in the brig, huh?
[Not that they actually... have a brig. But there are some crates Namur could probably shove him into and board up pretty damn quick if he needs to. But seriously, there's being contrary and then there's attacking crew in the middle of a storm.]
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[luckily the said rage was messing with Venour's reaction time and he was unable to dodge Namur's kick. His comparatively delicate frame was hit hard by the burly fishman and he gave a catlike growl as he slammed into the deck roughly.]
You'll pay for that...you beached whale...
[he struggled to his feet and started gathering some blackish magic into a ball between his paws]
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Yer fish jokes suck, dude.
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Graaagh! Let go of me, don't touch me you ugly bottom-feeder! [he actually started hissing like a cat]
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[Still, at this moment, the Princess of the Day calculates her actions carefully, weighing probabilities and considerations. With her powers circumscribed here, she doesn't believe she can actually muster the strength to defeat their foe. On the other hoof, she does believe her powers are antithetical to his, which might provide the boost she needs to succeed.]
[In the end, the Straw Hat Pirate really only has one option.]
[Light, a thunderous column of it, cracks over the sea and the peak, the full force of Celestia's might hurled at Jones with all the delicacy of a hammer.]
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Of course, if Jones can be hit...Luffy's going to try to hit him. Zoro has already put himself on alert to fish certain hammers out of the water.]
This is not good.
[understatement]
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He can crush any of us just as easily as he crushed Cat!
[The words seem like they ought to be a declaration of despair, but instead Robin seems elated. She makes her way to the front of the ship, watching for signs of Celestia's attack having any effect. If he can crush, he can be crushed. She mutters under her breath, watching Celestia's attack hurtle toward their forsaken "benefactor".]
Come on, come on, come on.
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Breath hitching, Lyrik slowly begins to become aware of the others of his crew. Already they've leapt into action, even though at a glimpse, the battle looks hopeless. Hauling himself to his feet, the young water dragon can only stare in horror at the waters that have become angry and a disturbing shade of red. It makes him feel sick to his stomach for how wrong it looks, and his legs threaten to give again.
No, no no no, this isn't happening...!
But it is, and he can't help but feel completely helpless as he lifts his head looking on at the monstrous Undead and his slowly amassing army.]
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Looks like it's time to see what you can do with that sword of yours.
[or magic, but really, that ocean is looking untamable right about now.]
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More fighting...
[No, he's not looking forward to it, but what choice do they have?]
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It hit! It worked! Whatever Cat did weakened him!
[Maybe. Probably not enough. But they can fight, for once.]
Celestia! I need to get closer!
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How close?!
[Now is not the time to debate niceties either; she can't effectively split her magic and still attack.]
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Oh but there's more zombies. Ugh. Looks like he's going to have to focus on things closer to home.]
You guys take care of that. Lyrik! You and me, let's keep the ship clear so we can turn her and get moving.
[the Straw Hats are just one of those crews who don't want to retreat even when there's an opening, they'd rather fight their target. Eventually, though, when they get overwhelmed they'll need to be able to flee, and that means not having zombies crawling up the sides of the ship]
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[He grasps his sword as he moves closer to where Zoro is. Now isn't the time to panic- they needed everyone to hold their own here if they wanted to get out of this alive.]
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If these bastards are anything like the ones from before, this is going to take some hard work.
[at least it seems the sea is choppy enough that they're not just swarming up, but it's only a matter of time. Zoro doesn't like the look of that water, either. Or the ghost ships. Geez. When it rains, it pours.
He positions himself near the rail to fire off a Yakkodoori, the crescent of cutting air slicing through the gap between them and the nearest ghost ship. Hopefully if Jones is corporeal, that means the ships are too, and he can smash through them with flying slashes.]
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Gulping, Lyrik brings up his free hand, trying to use those roiling waters to their advantage, see if he can nudge a wave over that ship closing in.]
(split thread?)
Striking distance.
[Her other hand is clenched in a fist, but she makes no move to hide the fact that she's holding a shard. Her eyes are eager, maybe more than natural.]
I have an idea. You can bear my weight on your back, can you not?
[Robin is nearly as tall as Celestia, but almost terrifyingly thin, except through the hips and bosom. All told, in spite of her greater than average height, she weighs no more than an average woman.]
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