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1All A-Fucking-Board Empty All A-Fucking-Board on Sun Dec 27, 2015 12:29 pm

Raza

Revolutionary Captain
Revolutionary Captain

Raza





South by South-West


There are life-changing moments in every person’s childhood, when one comes to realize the fairytales and fantasies once held so close are simply wonderful illusions. If you really look close enough as you sit in his lap, most of the time you can tell Santa’s beard isn’t real. Even if the impostor does happen to have a very realistic looking costume, once reasoning skills kick in, the child realizes it’s impossible for Santa to be at all of the malls at once, or even travel the world in one night for that matter. Sometimes these realizations come astonishingly late. You know, those little boys and girls who cling to childish delusions far longer then they ought to, the ones who are horrified and humiliated in front of their entire fifth grade class when they’re laughed at for believing in the tooth fairy.

And then there are the prodigies, the ones who discover the true commercialist meaning of life even younger then their fellows and are stuck in kindergarten, pretending to believe in fat men sliding down skinny chimneys in order not to spoil their classmate’s childhoods. At five years old, they are fully aware their knowledge deprived them of something magical in a world where magic doesn’t really exist.

No matter how mature it is to realize one cannot be a fairy princess at eight, at five it is simply depressing. The prodigies, the ones believed to be blessed, are robbed of the world’s hidden miracles and surprises. So while their classmates are envious of their effortless addition skills, the prodigies are equally green when their classmates look at magic shows and see the impossible rather than obvious slight of hand.

Reinaka was one such prodigy and she had lost the ability to dream like a child very early on. Perhaps that was why she couldn't stay with her former crew. Perhaps that was why she had run away and left that life, though short it was. She stood there, leaning against a post, reading a News Coo from a few days prior, scanning over i to see if she'd see their names somewhere. She did it every time she found a paper. What were they doing? Where were they now? Tai... Owen... Lee.

But alas they weren't here and she was. She folded the paper, dabbed out a cigarette and picked up the sign from in front of the deck that lead to her ship. The Killing Quill sat a few meters away, bobbing along on the waves, anchored for only a short while longer. She'd just about gotten her quota. Fifty thousand a pop was a decent enough wage to be making to carry people from Blue to Blue. What else was she supposed to do? What other purpose did she have at the moment. She didn't have a crew, she didn't have a reason to pirate anymore. All she had was herself... and a boat.

"Alright, all a-fucking-board. The anchors raising in ten minutes. One way route to Ilusia in the West Blue."

She turned and walked the dock to her ship and busied herself raising the anchor and preparing to voyage back out to sea.






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2All A-Fucking-Board Empty Re: All A-Fucking-Board on Tue Dec 29, 2015 1:01 pm

Rai Vertigo

Revolutionaries
Revolutionaries

Rai Vertigo


Im bored

"You know I never did understand why you were here?"

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Everyone has a precious memory. Whether it was their first time accomplishing something, a heart break, or even the loss of a family member. Why wouldn't they? These are the corner stones of a persons identity their being. Those without them are simply empty shells pinning for some sort of meaning in the world. Those who lost them are inevitably doomed to search for these memories hoping to return to whom they are. Only to find that they can never return to who they were. Leon was the latter. After a bandit ambush he had lost all recollection of who and what he was. He even forgot that he was a revolutionary. All he could remember was his name. At the time he was vulnerable, so he was taken in by a man that called himself the bandit king. For a few weeks Leon served under such a man. Leon had committed atrocities of which he couldn't speak of under the man. He killed people that weren't anyway related to him. He had for all intense and purposes become a monster

Leon could remember it clearly as he made his way towards the boat. The people he had killed all in the name of Banit. Though Banit got what was coming to him. Now that he was back in the revolution, Leon needed to find answers. He had been given a mission by his superior in exchange for information about his last living relatives. In order to gain such information he had to jump on a boat to Illusia. Wearing a robe to cover his identity he would walk on the ship an pay his fare. Once he did he would find a nice place to sit. He sat on a barrel with his back leaning on one of the walls of the ship. From there he would have full view of everyone coming on and off of the ship. From there he would silently watch his eyes gazing out.

Something about the sea always made him feel comfortable. Maybe it was because he was a fish man? Maybe it was because the sea had everything a man needed? Or maybe it was the only symbol of freedom that was known? Leon didn't know which only that the sound of the waves smashing against the side of the ship was like soothing music. The sound of the gulls screeching and hunting were quite familiar to this fishman. Though they would not distract Leon on the trip.

His time as a bandit had made him quite weary of others. On the sea one had no idea when they would be attacked. So for now Leon would keep an eye out of anything suspicious. Reaching into his bag he would pull out a loaf of bread and begin munching down on it. Better to be full when the ship took off then to be hungry. On the sea you never really know when you are gonna get to eat. Or when you are the one getting eaten.


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3All A-Fucking-Board Empty Re: All A-Fucking-Board on Tue Dec 29, 2015 5:05 pm

Trill Sameal

Supernova
Supernova

Trill Sameal

 



It's gonna be a fight tonight!



Ok, quick question to all of you Humans....What would you do if you had a gun to your head a knife at your throat, and they were both yours? I am quite interested in your answers, because depending on them, you are either craving to take your own life, or craving to take another ones life. Which in both cases wouldn't really be bad. But I am a man who believes that if you kill yourself, you are weak.  Not necessarily physically weak, but mentally. The type of strength that you lack. Will. Now I could go on and on about will, and how much it could change your life. But I could also go on about how it could end it. But what do I know? I am a god damn Navigator!

Ryujii had this monolog within his head. Which made him oblivious to his surroundings at first. He also almost forgot why he was here. But its coming back to him. Leaving the South Blue? Ah! thats it, he was leaving the south. To go to the west. He hoped to shock the world over in that sea. While his journey has been lest then exciting he wanted to change that. First by giving a woman his money to sail him to another blue. (;3;) Then wait for some foolish pirate to start recking shit, then jump in with em.   


But looking at the ship now, its quite the looker. But Ryujii was never a ladies man. He never tried to pick up girl, and while he has been asked out a few times, it was in a bar, where shit can go down. So Ryujii isn't trusting no bitches from the bar. He may wake up with his kidney stolen! Ryujii needs both of his kidneys! Why? Don't know, he just does. He is a bit selfish. Maybe if someone he cared about needed it? But there isn't someone in these blues who he cares about. Maybe beyond he will find that one girl....

But looking up at the sun it seems this was going to be an ok trip. Shouldn't take too long. Get on, get off. Simple. Right? Right???? Wait is the ship even a girl??? Am I gay???? Nah I can't be gay....







 



Character Name: Ryujii D. Harmonia
Payment Option: Shut up, and take my money ;3;


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4All A-Fucking-Board Empty Re: All A-Fucking-Board on Tue Dec 29, 2015 10:11 pm

Raza

Revolutionary Captain
Revolutionary Captain

Raza





South-West


He anchor was hoisted, the sails opened wide and the trusty rent-a-crew agency had sent her a decent crew of sailors to help with the voyage. It was a decent enough company and that came highly recommended. A doctor, a cook, a shipwright, a gunner and a deckboy - each with specific skill sets that would get the Killing Quill and the 27 souls on board her from Point A to Point B. She sent each of them to the respective positions, walked up to the top of he ship and stood behind the wheel of the ship.

The girl eyed the people on board with a watchful eye, taking into account each individual that had paid to board her ship. They all wanted adventure or fame or fortune; it didn't matter to her. They were wrong to think such things were out there, waiting just for them. Nothing was out there but pain and misery - she'd learned that the hard way. So now she ferrying people to their fates: pirates, marines, criminals or whoever. Could she ever make that fateful step again?

"Alright, people. We're outta here!"


She turned the boat and let the wind carry them away. The seas were calm, no storms were in the horizon for at least another kilometers: smooth sailing ahead.




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