highseasmods: (stranger)
High Seas Mods ([personal profile] highseasmods) wrote in [community profile] high_seas2014-01-24 12:35 am

To go with your crew...



Who: Everyone who is fighting in the battle to kill the witch.
Where: The Black Fortress in the East
When: Jan 24th-25th
What: The grand battle to get back what you have lost, get revenge for what was taken, and avert disaster.
Warnings: Language. Death. Victory. Defeat. True love. Miracles.
Style: Text or prose
Status: Open to all



The black fortress ripples with shimmering iridescent energy, the piles of black coral heaped on roped together barges around it, bobbing in the waves. On the largest barge stands a slender man with a copper belt, wearing a face mask, orange red hair flecked with black from ash or dust. As the dawn slowly folds over the ocean, he'll look up, as if hearing some hidden voice.

At the top of the fortress, a figure climbs into vision, a woman, dressed in gray, features obscured by a hood with impenetrable darkness behind it. She staggers a moment as if she is weary, then straightens to her full height. As she speaks, her voice comes out of the journals, echoing over the water, low but clear.

"This is no small task ye do. She that rots within'll do anythin' ta stop ye. Don't hesitate to kill what ye find. If they were human once, they hain't no more. Watch out for her golems, too, or they'll drain ye dry quicker'n a wink. But if ye can get rid of 'em, it'll weaken her." She hesitates, cants her head to the side. "And if ye lot aren't as much of a bunch'a idiots as usual, ye might come out alive through this."

That said, she raises her hands. After a moment so does the man on the barge. For a moment, nothing seems to happen and then iridescent light shimmers over the coral, seeming to match that which surrounds the fortress. It crackles and dances like a fire, and then without warning bursts into a furious life, slamming against the energy of the fortress. There is the sound like thunder and light snaps and crackles, zipping with energy. Then with a woosh the light flies upward, taking the figure with it. The man on the barge lets out a cry like a seagull and dives into the water as if intending to swim after her.

For the boats that remain, a part of the fortress will crumble away into the sea, revealing a small harbor and an open doorway. Enter all ye who dare.


[If things become too crowded, feel free to make another thread outside of these. Just put where you are in the header.]

thatched: (yabare)

[personal profile] thatched 2014-01-30 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[What the hell was with that look? Thatch dimly wanted to haul off and punch Logan in the face. But there was too much cold settled between his bones --and too many nakama had been hurt by their own. So he just accepted it and continued hacking at the endless stream]

Oh, aye? How? You would have been here either way and I would have had your blood on my hands.

[and he would have been a traitor. To do something like that consciously, under his own willpower. He would have been no better than Marshall. Though now that they shared the same ability, how much better was he? So he says softer]

I did the only thing I could.
donthithimintheballs: (||| General: Flat)

[personal profile] donthithimintheballs 2014-01-31 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[You should have hauled off and slugged him. Seriously, he’d feel a hell of a lot better if you did hit him a few times. He recovers anyhow.]

Would have been here either way. I’d of...[Felt Better. He had paused before saying it though. His hand having come up into the gut of a zombie, pausing there as it was the same move he did to Jean. The claws sucked in once again and he felt cold. then glared, throwing a punch with the other hand, claws sinking out into the zombies skull.]

No. You’re right. Would have been fuckin’ pointless and that guilt, no one should have’ta deal with.

[killing dead things would be a good enough distraction for now. Though he kept looking over at the taller one, once in a while, to make sure he was good. Not overwhelmed]
thatched: (forget it forget it)

[personal profile] thatched 2014-01-31 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[overwhelmed? He's not even breaking a sweat. He's used to going against hardened warriors and other assholes and the cuts he does get through being a little careless, he'll admit, are healed up in an instant by the blackness inside of him. Maybe he deserved a look like that.]

Not guilt. You were under the control of something else, Logan. There's no damn reason to feel guilty.

[he hacks another few zombies]

Nakama in their right mind don't kill nakama, whether they're crazy or not.

[Maybe that was it. Maybe Marshall had gone insane somehow. If Thatch had just given him the Devil Fruit to begin with then none of this would have happened...]
donthithimintheballs: (||| General: Narrow eyed)

[personal profile] donthithimintheballs 2014-01-31 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
[So overwhelmed was the wrong word. Perhaps he just wanted to see what the hell the other guy was doing, because before their fight... he couldn’t. It was that sour smell before he pounced, he thinks. That fruit he saw in his shirt. God damn Devil Fruit things he’s been told about by others. He knows a bit more about them and doesn’t like it.]

[At the worlds of no guilt, he knew the man had mistaken what he meant. No one should have to kill one of their own. The guilt that person feels for it after words is heart crushing.]

[He grumbled, talking softer.]


And yet it happens. Crazy or not. [he killed Jean, because he needed to, because she wanted him too, but he sometimes wasn’t so sure she wanted to anymore then not.] Hnng... Never mind. So... that’s it then. [a zombies head was cut in three] You’re like all the other overpowered people on the crew now?
thatched: (don't mess with me)

[personal profile] thatched 2014-01-31 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[fine. He'll let it go. But at the question he can't help but chuckle darkly]

I've been out of almost everyone's league. But with this...

[he slides his swords away]

Dark Snake...Gravity Crush

[He darts down the hall, a long black coil, pulling the zombies into him and crushing them before ejecting them out along the walls, their bones shattered as they crumple in a heap.

He reforms with a little difficulty and braces himself with one hand against the wall as a wave of dizziness comes over him]


Nothing can touch me.
donthithimintheballs: (||| General: Considering)

[personal profile] donthithimintheballs 2014-01-31 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Not out of everyone's league, bub. [Or he wouldn't have been able to stick him in the first place. But, he does agree, he's good. Damn good.]

[Wait, he blinked, watching this turn of events, surprised at first, annoyed for a moment later. Annoyed only because he just killed all the targets. Well, there will be more. But still. When he came back, steadying himself, Logan watched him carefully, studying him.]


Impressive. [he said as he reached out, as if to steady him, then drew back, frowning.] Just take it easy huh. Swords work well too.
Edited 2014-01-31 03:56 (UTC)
thatched: (why hello)

[personal profile] thatched 2014-01-31 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[say that again when Thatch has his swords and they would see. That's neithe her nor there. He blinks as Logan reaches out, then smirks a bit.]

Aye. They do. [he claps Logan's shoulder affectionately] Meet me back at the ship.
donthithimintheballs: (||| General: Careful)

[personal profile] donthithimintheballs 2014-01-31 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[He shook his head, letting the man pat his shoulder with out shrugging him off. Return to the ship. See him back at the ship. That... wasn't his original idea. But...]/small>

Yeah. Sure. Back at the ship. [and to try and not sound too dour, he added] Try to save me some things to kill, huh?