PIRATES vs. NAVY BATTLE LOG

[highseasmods]

December 9th finds some new arrivals to this world, the same curious phenomenon that's been occurring for the past few months.

This time, however, the Navy is prepared -- or so they think.

They've got troops stationed around the island, and ships on the water to stop any arrogant, foolhardy pirates and would-be sailors from trying to make port.

So hit them with all you've got, but they're not going down easily...

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[herofacade]

[Ouch, that look hurt a bit.]

Right. Sorry. Just a little freaked, you know?

[He looks in the direction she is, to the tavern with the open window and moves towards it. Quietly he asks:]

So, mind telling me why they're invading this city?

[maskedtyrant]

Yeah, I know. [Her expression shifts into something much softer, or at least substantially less critical, as they come up underneath the tavern window.] There was...a bit of an incident last month with one of the new people. Kiiiind of flipped shit and burned down the entire market district. Obviously the Navy thinks we're all bad news now.

[Codi props herself on the ledge and scrambles inside, finding that she's now sitting on top of a high counter. They're in a kitchen behind the main bar--not ideal, but at least they're inside.]

[She flashes a quick smile, just as the barkeep wanders in from the front. Codi is too busy giving her best gorm-face to notice him enter.]

But don't worry--the Tyrant will take good care of you!

[herofacade]

Burned the-?

[Oh My God, was she kidding him here?]

That's a bit over dramatic...I mean I'm upset too, but burning the place down?

[He goes in after her, only to look confused by her introduction.]

Wait, Tyrant? Aren't Tyrants generally a bad thing?

[maskedtyrant]

[Codi shrugs, still completely oblivious to the burly man staring at them from the doorway. She's not even going to pretend to defend the actions of the guy who burned down the island, because screw him a lot. Herself, on the other hand: ]

Yeah, well--just because I have the title doesn't mean I have to be bad, too, does it? [She chuckles casually, leans on the counter.] I lead people. Any other meaning they impart on the name is their fault, not mine. Convenient, considering--

[The barkeep clears his throat. Would the two masked figures like to explain what they're doing breaking into his tavern? Does he need to call in the Navy to sort this out?]

--What? No--no worries! We'll be in and out, no problem. Come on friend, time to leave...

[herofacade]

[He just huffs his cheeks in thought at her explanation. There's only one thing he could associate that name with, if he can clearly understand what she means by it.]

So, it's like a super hero name or-?

[Oh woop, looks like they were caught by the barkeep. Cross lets out a nervous laugh before slowly getting up himself.]

Ah, right, right! Just doing an inspection is all! Nice sturdy tables you got. Okaaaay, all good. Bye noooow..

[Yup, he's good to go with this girl now before they get into trouble.]

[maskedtyrant]

[Not only is the barkeep not convinced, but his loud exclamations have alerted the detachment of Navy soldiers having a round of drinks in the front of the tavern. He steps out of the way to allow them to enter the kitchen. As it is rather tight quarters, those in front have their swords drawn.]

[Codi's eyes go towards the still open window on instinct, but with how hard it was to squeeze the both of them in there in the first place, she's not sure they can get back out fast enough to escape unscathed. They might have to fight this one out. In the meanwhile, she continues their conversation as if nothing happened, stock-still in the middle of the room with careful, calculated glances passed between Cross and the approaching troops.]

...Yes, as a matter of fact it is. I am the Tyrant, leader of the organization of heroes known as HABITS. Heroes. [Pointed glance at military men with swords drawn. Are they backing down? No? Well it's worth a try.] It's our objective to help the everyman and train others like us to help them as well. What's your deal?

[herofacade]

[Cross could only look back in nervousness when the navy troops were coming in. He nudges her arm just slightly with his, trying to conceal his hand the best he could from the troops. He needed her to look, to see that he was holding a smoke bomb. The only reassurance he could offer for a possible escape.]

Ah, really? A leader of heroes, huh? No one would want to mess with you than.

[Was that working? Nope. Soldiers still looked rather pissed.]

And my deal is that I'm the hero Azure of Slake City.

[maskedtyrant]

[Oh no don't touch--]

[As soon as Cross nudges her arm, a small jolt of static sparks between them and Codi instinctively pulls away, trying to minimize her losses. Not that she was able to store much of a charge to begin with...so this is only slightly inconvenient.]

[The sudden movement also sets off the soldiers, who have had quite enough of this nonsense and charge in to subdue them. Codi splits, ducking to the side so she can maybe escape around them.]

Run! Now!

[herofacade]

[What the shit was that about? An electric charge and charging soldiers.



FUN.

His reaction is instinctive as he just hurls the smoke bomb at them. It explodes into giant cloud as he turns and follows along with Codi. Out the door he goes.]

What was that about!?

[maskedtyrant]

[The soldiers naturally have no idea how to handle a smoke bomb to the face, so they're stopped quite fast. The path is clear, save the bar, and with her adrenaline running Codi has no problems clearing it in a single leap.]

[The adrenaline also helps in quickly rebuilding that charge she just lost--all the better to scatter the Navy patrol idling outside. They ready their swords like the first group in preparation for the pair of heroes charging out the door towards them; but before they can finish telling them to halt, a single crack of electricity makes its way from Codi's outstretched hand to one of the extended blades and floors the bunch. The path once again cleared, she checks over her shoulder to make sure Cross has kept up and runs further down the street.]

I guess they weren't willing to negotiate like we were!

[Because obviously he was referring to the abysmal manners of the Navy and not her electric abilities, right?]