VOYAGE OF THE CURSE RP

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    Being the only bar in the entire world that would accept them, Gillian anchored his crew down at Tortuga to visit The Drunken Duck, ran by an old friend of the crew. He benefited from their exploits, and gave them a place in stay in times of need. The owner already kicked out all other patrons to allow for the crew to relax in peace for some time. Not everyone was on shore, some stayed behind on the ship to keep an eye on the ship and the prisoners. The night was peaceful, the moon was out, and aside from the usual drunken shenanigans from those outside, Tortuga was oddly quiet.


    Gillian took another large drink from the rum in front of him and sighed,"another drawback to this oh so lovely curse. For some reason we can't get drunk. Which doesn't make sense considering everything else." The captain had his left arm covered up completely with his cloak, but his right hand was locked tight around his mug. At least he was able to taste the drink. He was set on leaving in the morning, but having one night of rest for his crew was something they all needed from time to time, and considering they hadn't been to Tortuga for a month, it was well deserved.


    Levi remained on board the Ivory Siren, motionless on the deck, leaning against the main mast. His eyes were closed, and his arms were across his chest. He kept his ears open in case of danger. He could still remember the smell of salty waters, despite not having actually smelled it for years. He tried to recreate the smell in his mind for comfort, but he couldn't do so as easily any more. His snake-like tongue brushed against the back of his fangs, reminding him why he can't smell the ocean anymore. He wished for a way out of the curse, but for now he just had to deal with it.


    Fredrick was silent below deck in his cage. He decided not to use his odd power, and instead was getting sleep, not sure when they were going to take off next.


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    IC
    Scarlett sat at the bar her translucent skin glowed softly in the lantern light, she fingered the edge of her mug and sighed. Alcohol didn't hold as much pleasure as it once did, it no longer brought that glorious sensation of happiness and ignorance, the curse took away something she enjoyed. The curse also took away her ability to stand in the sun as she use to, she missed the feeling of the sun kissing her pale skin, but now all the sun did was burn and hurt her. As her thin finger dragged against the rough edge of the wooden mug she stared through her hand to table below.


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    Gillian glanced over to his translucent Quartermaster, noticing the same sense of sadness from her as well. He regretted having not done a bit more research before raiding that island, but it wasn't like there was much to go on. He knew some of the crew might blame him for what had happened, and he hated knowing this. "So, my dear Scarlett, where shall we take our lovely crew in the morning?" He asked for her input on the matter, knowing they couldn't stay long. He sat up a bit, trying not to look like he was sulking to anyone. He had to keep his pride in tact to keep his crew's spirits up at least a little bit.
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    Once we have at least everyone reply once, we'll get the plot rolling with the first big conflict aside from the curse.


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    IC
    Scarlett paused her hand before slowly lifting her head to look at her captain she turned her gaze back to the rough wooden table, "Hmm.." She sat there a moment in thought trying to think of something that suits everyones needs and the ships needs, "We could pay a visit to the isles, pick up some gold from our stash and repair the hull of the ship. We can also visit the the Queen's canal and see what information we can get from passing ships." She than smirked before continuing, "-And a good plundering always perks up the crews mood." She suggested keeping her slightly slouched posture as she lifted the mug to her lips and drank the bitter liquid it contained.


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    The door quietly opened, revealing an actually quite pretty young woman wearing a uniquely fashioned uniform. The only thigns different about her was the eyepatch over her eye, or the fact that her hand seemed to be a shade darker than her other one. Marisa quietly walked forward, sitting down and requesting an ale, before sighing, hanging her head. Faint traces of blood remained on her cheek, indicating she had been crying. Marisa wanted to be normal again, to not be cursed, but that was impossible. After the fit of crying she was now once more stoic, and she was ashamed to admit she wanted to kill someone. "Evening Cap'n..." She said in a formal tone, voice soft nd lilting. She grabbed the mug with her hand, revealing the fact that it was missing a finger. She picked up the mug, cradling it in both hands as she quietly waited for his affirmation. It seemed she had not noticed the ship's quartermaster to the right of the captain.

    Isobelle, or Ivy as the whole ship called her (to be honest nobody knew her name was Isobelle as she always went by Ivy) had not come into the Drunken Duck straight away, she had lingered on the ship, 'cleaning' the kitchen as you may call it, and making herself busy, but finally she had to get off this damn ship and go to land. When she did walk into the bar she made it clear that she wanted to be alone, grabbing about five drinks from the barman and moving over to a table in the corner, leaning her back against the wall and sliding into the chair, she gritted her teeth, before gulping down three of the drinks at once. Nothing, not even a little bit of fun and stupidity that came with getting drunk. For 4 whole years she had not been able to get drunk. She sighed, although it couldn't give her that drunkenness that she once had, it still flavoured her mouth and brought back fond, and not fond memories.


    She looked up, some of the crew was in here, some were still on the ship, she almost wished she were back on the ship, doing something, because when she was busy she didn't feel the pain as much as she did when she wasn't doing anything. She sighed, placing her pretty head in her hands and scrunching her hair slightly, her black wing like, bone like things that hung from her back quivered slightly as she shivered, drinking yet another mug of ale. She wished so badly that she could get drunk right now, wishing the pain away. But for now, all she could do was try and ignore it, finally she got up, ignoring the Cap'n, Scarlett and Marisa and whoever else was in there, she headed back to the ship.


    Kedrick was at the bow of the ship, he leaned against the side of it, staring out into the calmly rippling sea below he smiled softly, calmly. In his hands he held his lute, or it was half lute half guitar, whatever it was he played it gently, sending a calm beautiful music throughout the ship, it was enough to send someone tired to sleep. He played it with such ease and he didn't ever screw up, he just played it gently while staring into the water below. Kedrick liked playing instruments, it made him forget about his curse, although he did not mind it as much as others would, yes he had inhuman spikes and thorns that protruded from his back and arms but it wasn't all bad, it was useful.


    Jamie, as she was known by, sat in her prison cell, her back leaning against the wall of the ship and her eyes closed. It was dark, and the music that floated gently into the darkest parts of the ship was soothing. She thought about her family, about how 4 years ago they had died, and then she had been cursed along with the rest of this ship. She remembered how her mother had protected her by calling her a boy, and for that matter she remembered her with more love, for it meant that the pirates did not use her in ways she didn't know about. Plus it gave her more freedom, so she thought. Her real name was Haley, though the pirates could never know, she had neither spoken nor fought these pirates in the whole 4 years she had been on this ship, but she had gained more trust from them. Sometimes they called her Jamie, other times they called her names, such as diamond boy, star eyes...


    She opened her eyes to look at her arms, she couldn't really see the patches of crystal in the dark, but she knew they were there. She sighed inaudibly and looked up at the ceiling. Maybe tomorrow they'd let her out, maybe to clean, cook...

    IC&& Terra entered the Drunken Duck and looked around as scruffy men of many sizes eyed her closely. She noticed some of the crew was there but refrained from interacting with any of them. The auburn-haired female noticed a group of men playing a card game and walked over, placing her right hand on one of the men's shoulders and sliding it across to rest on the other. Her left hand was on his chest as she leaned in close, her hot breath tickling his ear as she pressed against him. "Would you mind if I were to join you?" she asked slowly. The man simply nodded eagerly and pulled out a chair for her. She sat down and crossed one leg over the other, a smirk adorning her beautiful features. She was the queen of this game and would have all their money in no time.


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    Render stalked off the ship and strolled into the small tavern, a sly grin on his angular face. he walked over to his captain and snatched the man's cup. The blonde male downed the ale and returned it to it's owner. "Ello Captain." He turned toward the mourning quartermaster and gave her a wink. "Don't be so glum. Your face is much to pretty to look sad." The terrifying man may not show it much but he did care for his fellow crew members and he didn't like it when they were upset.


    Isk pouted on the ship. Render had told her to stay behind so he could get his flirt on. The shadow girl was bored and lonely so she decide to go seek out her fellow crew. Her form seemed almost invisible against the black night as she drifted about searching for another being onboard. If she had a mouth, a smile would have been stretched across it when she spotted Levi leaning against the main mast. She sped over with the intent to scare him. She popped up next to him, her gleaming white eyes glowing in the night. She mind screamed "LEVI!" as loud as she could.


    OOC: I forgot to add in her form that though she has no mouth she can speak through an almost telepathic bond type thing. Basically you hear her voice in your head.

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    IC
    Scarlett held her mug merely and inch from her pale lips as Render entered the tavern, "Render.. Glad you could join us, yet it's strange I thought you had guard duty tonight?" She said raising a transparent brow to him. He must of had Isk do it form him, lazy as always.. she thought as she looked at Render with a stern gaze for a moment before a small smile touched her lips, "You seem thirsty, this might help quench it." She said putting her mug down and sliding it down the bar to Render, it was nearly full with only a sip or two missing.


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    Render strolled casually over to the other blonde. "Why thank you darling." The male purred out as he picked up the mug the female offered. He draped himself over one of the stools next to Scarlett. He let a small smirk cross upon his face. "Isk, the dear girl, volunteered to take my post. She insisted that I go out and have fun. You know how sweet our young little member is." Of course Isk never said anything of the sort but everyone knew that. The nineteen year old girl was of course put up to it by the older male.

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    IC
    Scarlett let out a sarcastic chuckle as she tapped his cheek with her hand before grabbing his chin, "Dont lie to me Render... Don't you remember what happened last time you did?" She asked giving him her signature glare. She let go of his chin and went back to her slightly slouched position as if nothing just occurred, she looked at him, putting her head in her hands casually.


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    Render smirked when Scarlett grabbed him roughly. His throaty voice sounded out as he responded to the girl's words. "Ooh Kinky." He did however, end up admitting what the female knew already. "I may have threatened to inform a certain someone that she had the hots for him." The male didn't even bother to sound guilty, they both knew he didn't feel one once of remorse for blackmailing the person who was like a little sister to him.

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    IC
    Scarlett shook her head slowly, "I swear you torture that girl more than we torture our own prisoners." She said getting another mug of ale from the bar tender and started sipping at it. Even though Scarlett liked and missed the effects alcohol had on her, she didn't drink much certainly not at one time. She sighed again shifting her eyes to the windows it was dark out, near pitch black past the numerous stars filling the empty void with sparks of light. "Hmm.."


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    (because I'm bored af)


    Ivy didn't go back to ship, in fact she went the opposite direction, heading further inland instead of back to her kitchen as she had planned. She wanted some air and not the salty kind, the 'fresh' air of land and not ocean. She walked along slowly and quietly, in the dark you couldn't see her 'wings' and she was quite the sight, a well developed young looking lady with lustrous lips and a ravishing body, silky hair and seductive eyes she was what most men desired. If it weren't for her 'wings' her curse... she could have every man around her finger.


    As she walked down the alley way she stopped and leaned her back on the wall of a building, lighting a cigar for herself and taking a quick smoke, it wasn't like she wouldn't smoke in front of her fellow ship mates, she just didn't feel like socialising with them tonight, heck she was always with them, she liked a little variety. As she puffed out smoke she smiled softly, noticing movement from the dark, she breathed out the smoke softly watching as a man came out into what little light was in the alley, his hair overgrown and his eyes drunken, his movement wavering and his lips tilted in a heavy slur. He stumbled towards her and put one hand beside her, leaning into her, Ivy simply puffed smoke into his face, inwardly laughing as he coughed awkwardly yet still 'tried' to look good. He went back to smiling and then he spoke, his voice heavily accented as a ship man. "So darl'n what brings a pretty gurl like ye out here..." He said as he leant closer, ending in him coughing from smoke again.


    Ivy chuckled softly. "Well maybe I was trying to be by myself." She said, stating in her voice firmly that she wanted to be left alone, as much as she liked flings, and as much as she enjoyed the company of men, and as much as she enjoyed teasing men, she was not in the mood. But the man was either too drunk, stupid or ignorant to care and he gripped her waist with his dirty hands, bringing her closer. Ivy sighed uncomfortably and in one quick movement her vine like wings wrapped around his arms, pulling them off of her and tying them to his waist, then moving him to mid air. She laughed at his confused and terrified face, then she turned around and dropped him, walking off.
    Soon enough though she could hear him running after her, and as he was about to grab her she turned around, sinking her dagger into his belly. She smiled as his eyes dimmed and she patted his cheek, turning and moving back towards the ship, this had actually cheered her up, and she felt like another drink, moving towards the Drunken Duck she wiped off the blood and put her dagger back where it belonged.

    Marisa sighed as she watched their interactions. While she appreciated Render's.....flirtatiousness? She found it obtuse and frankly unnecessary. She turned to look at the others, recognizing a few of her other crew mates. Of them all, she seemed to be the most normal looking, at least her scars were easy to cover up. She lifted up her right hand, smiling sardonically as she glared at the blackened skin. Maybe not so easy. There was no explaining this, not like her eyepatch and missing fingers. she wiped her cheek, clearing away the last of the blood, noticing a few of the other patrons were looking at her curiously, some regarding her as attractive, others as weird, but minding their business. Weirdos were unnaturally common here in Tortuga. Everyone had a story to tale, everyone. But she was certain her's and her crew's tales would beat anything anyone could come up with. "Cap'n, whatis our next move?" She asked him softly, downing the rest of her ale. In truth, she didn't do it because of the flavor, she hated it. She wasn't addicted to the stuff, she never drank before she was cursed. But if she couldnt get drunk, what was the harm? Over the years she and he r crewmates had ingested so much alcohol it was a miracle they didn't keel from alcohol poisoning. Marisa always told herself she would stop when the curse disappeared.....if it ever did. She quietly took out her pocket watch, gazing at it depressingly. Unlike the others, she was mortal in a sense. Her powers were great, but their cost was greater. She could die, yes. But only by technicality. For you see, should this watch ever hit 0:00, she would die. Such was her curse. She smiled. She still had a ways to go. "I feel like killing something, can we go raid a town or something after this?"

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    Levi jumped slightly, having been caught in mid thought. He opened his eyes to see Isk's shadowy form in her ever so slightly successful attempt to spook him. His widened cheekbones raised slightly, which is the only thing he can really do to smile considering he wanted to keep his mouth covered up,"how's the night, Isk?" He acted like he hadn't been spooked, playing it off semi-well. He remained leaning against the mast, glad to have someone to talk to for at least a little bit of the night.


    Gillian was happy to see some of his crew still in a good mood for the night. When approached with what they should do next, he was ready to begin putting together a general plan of what they should do, but for the most part he was lazy about it before he could speak up in response to anyone, he felt an odd feeling creep over him. He silent and glanced over at the door. At first he thought it was just a clueless man having followed Ivy inside, but he soon realized that not to be the case. Rifle in hand, a burly man, locked gazes with Gillian. Both were silent until the odd man spoke up,"I'm looking for the cursed ones."


    The captain stood up and stared the man down, stepping towards him with his usual swagger. "Who wants to know?"


    "I need to have a chit-chat with you", Gillian complied, and he stepped outside with him, away from the group for some time.
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    Rhodesia Mascarene
    Rhodey sat off to the side of the Drunken Duck Tavern, smoking a cigar that she had swiped from a man to drunk to even look straight ahead. She sighed as the warm smoke billowed from her lips. "Why do you always insist on smoking at every town we stop at?" Cadence, who sat across from her, wrinkled his nose in disgust. His pupil-less eyes staring blankly at her. "If you don't like my celebration you can go sit somewhere else." she growled playfully. He snorted and looked away. She sucked in another breath of the cigar and let it out calmly, feeling the numb sensation over take the pain in her shoulders from her curling horns.


    Cadence Hebrides
    The pale, curling smoke from his sister was throwing off his vision, he could see the ripples in his eternal darkness in faint shapes of people. Everyone there, disturbances. Sometimes it was good, no one could ever sneak up on him, but sometimes it made his head hurt from trying to keep track of the convergences and spikes from each little wave. The ripples were always strongest around their heads, where brains worked constantly (on some people).


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    IC
    Scarlett narrowed her eyes as the stranger walked out of the tavern with her captain, "Hmm." Getting up she forgot about Render as she pulled her rapier from her belt and stood by the door listening in on the conversation Captain was in.She leaned against the door listening for trouble, if that stranger tried anything her rapier would gut him before he could say 'Rum.'


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    Gillian stepped out, joining the man out of the view and earshot of most of the crew. As the captain waited for the man to speak, he began spinning a coin on the table out of boredom. "So the rumors are true, your cursed crew really does haunt these waters." Once he finished speaking, Gillian slammed the coin on the table and smiled. It looks like the night wasn't going to be so boring afterwards. He didn't know three lines of soldiers were waiting at the front of the bar, staring down the establishment with eyes down the sites.


    "Haunt, eh? What have these rumors been saying? That we're some spooky wive's tale used to scare tiny children? That we're... ghosts?", Gillian was interest grew in what the man had to say, wondering more into what stories the crew's infamous routines had gotten them.


    The man chuckled,"the rumors say that you're a group of coward pirates that hide behind some fancy curse to get through their lives like freaks." Gillian was not expecting this kind of response, not knowing why this man had a reason to be so confident in himself to insult the Captain of such a group. He was tempted to just run him through and call it a night, but he became even more curious.


    "So tell me, do you have any idea what kind of people we were before this curse? We don't need this curse to do our job, but it does tend to make it fun. Besides, we're even looking for a cure, then we can get back to how our lives should be. Your attempts at rustling me remain simply annoying dear, sir", Gillian leaned, staring the man in the eye. The captain didn't flinch when the man pulled a pistol and shot him in the chest. He felt the pain, as usual, but he had taught himself not to to react in the face of an enemy. If it can't kill him, then it technically can't hurt him. This thought was proven wrong. A burning sensation lit up Gillian's chest and he began keeling over, holding the wound. It was bleeding. Actually bleeding. When the captain caught a glimpse of the blood, it shimmered with an odd silver.


    "How about this cure. Death", Gillian didn't know what he was just shot with, but it hurt, and burned way more than any other bullet. For the first time in what seemed like forever, the fear of death crossed Gillian's mind. However, this didn't slow him down at all. Before the next soldier could aim a gun, most likely loaded with the same ammo, Gillian rushed forward, pulling both of his blades, slashing the two necks of the men with loaded guns. He was faster than expected by the men, even with a bullet in his chest. Both blades pierced the back of the first shooter and were quickly removed. The captain sheathed the blades and circled the now dying man. Using his cursed arm he lifted him up, taking him off his feet. Before Gillian could get in his one liner, he spoke,"Hope you weren't planning on leaving port. Your crew will find their way with Davy Jones. We swear on that."


    "Then we'll sit with him and have ourselves some rum, laugh about the good times", Gillians arm shifted, pain shooting through his shoulder as the bony knuckles shot out blades, piercing the skull of the sod. Dropping him, the Captain rushed inside, hand over his wound again,"everybody, get down", he ordered rushing to the biggest table and kicking it on it's, disregarding the stranger on the other side, and the drinks on it. Just as he crouch behind it, a flurry of bullets entered the bar, hitting anything and everyone that wasn't protected.
    OOC
    I know this is a bit soon for so much action, but let's get this rolling. I apologize if you weren't actually in the bar yet, if you want to say that you retreated inside the moment you saw the soldiers lining up, you could.



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    Ivy had wondered what the person who had followed her in, and what he wanted, but she didn't care as much, she sat down, ordering another couple drinks and watching the captain through the door, when he got shot her eyes widened slightly. "Strange... he looks like he's in a lot of pain." She murmured, her mind whirred, what would cause that much pain? sipping at her drink she readied herself for whatever might happen, and that was lucky, because as soon as he came in he told them to duck, and she did, using her 'wings' as roped she grabbed the two nearest people to her, the bar tender, and Render and pulled them down as well.


    "What the hell are they doing here Gillian?" She yelled over the firing bullets, and hid behind the same table.


    (I'd roleplay my others but they're at the boat and I'm pressed for time <3)