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Post by Makoto on May 7, 2014 8:42:12 GMT -6
The sun was just barely beginning to rise over the horizon. The light from its glow shone across the sea, shimmering in the water. The light bathed all of East Blue in its glow. The light of the sun illuminated everywhere it could - including, in particular, a pirate ship that was currently sailing across the sea. The light hit a window and shot through, and perhaps by total coincidence a beam of light from the window directly struck a young woman in the eyes.
The young woman was, among other things, tall. Even as she lay with her arms and legs spread out across the table, her limbs ended up dangling a little off of the sides of the table. On the ground next to the table she'd made her bed was a keg of alcohol - or rather, what should have been alcohol. Now it was little more than empty space as the young woman had seen to it that the entire barrel was emptied out before she fell unconscious.
She had been snoring while she lay in her spot, quite comfortable with herself. When the light entered through the window and shot right in her eyes, however, the part-giant couldn't help but grumble and groan with irritation. Mustering some small amount of strength the part-giant pulled her arm up and began to roll over, attempting to move herself so that she was no longer facing the window.
With all of the alcohol she'd had the previous night, the part-giant was now nursing a rather obnoxious hangover, and the last thing she wanted was for anyone to bother her while she tried to lie down and sleep. Woe betide anyone who would dare to disturb the part-giant as she tried to get some rest - they would most certainly not get away with disturbing her.
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I accidentally all the cannonballs into your ship...
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Post by V10-L3T on May 7, 2014 11:08:53 GMT -6
There's a famous saying that floats around the world. No-one really knows where it came from, but for the pale-skinned bluenette, it came to mind this one instant.
The devil's in the details!
To better explain, Violet had been working on the ship, as always. However, she had steped out of the room for the night, and as she did so had left some very small but very vital tools on the table. The very same table that the Giant-lady-drinking-person was now laying on. Coming up with a rescue plan for her tools, she had jury-rigged a bit of metal to reflect the sun into the lady-person's face, so that she would turn over and reveal the tools without incurring any potential wrath.
The one detail the insane bluenette had missed was to make sure she was on the right side of the table.
Now, watching the half-giantess raise her arm and begin to swing it around to her, she was suddenly aware of just how small she was comparatively to the lady. Not having time to do anything, all she could do was let out a small "meep!" Before Violet suddenly found herself being grabbed in a hug, the bluenette having leaned into the grab to hopefully make the impact less. In any case she was now in a very unusual position, and from the corner Fishbones the Carronade decided to comment, the inanimate weapon given life and voice by the shipwright's warped sanity.
"I told you it would never work!-
-Shaddup, you're gonna wake 'er!-
-Well you deserve it!-
-Shhhhh!-"
For now it seemed, Violet was about to be properly introduced to the half-giantess. Under very unusual circumstances.
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Post by Rose Ocelot on May 7, 2014 11:39:55 GMT -6
It was a little late to be sneaking around on the ship, but a few members of the crew had been active even late into the night. Surely they would be asleep by now, which meant a certain Ocelot might finally be able to get some work done. She crept around the ship as silently as she could manage, moving up against a door and slowly pushing it open...! Only to find that it was a small supply closet. The girl sighed softly as she continued down the hallway and moving to another door, only to find even more nothing than she had before. Troublesome... How hard was it to find the room where they stashed all their treasure? She wanted to write up a ledger to keep track of it all. It crossed her mind that they were a bunch of penniless bums, but whoever heard of poor pirates? It was almost laughable. Almost.
Alternatively, if she found the armory instead, that would serve her just as well. But that didn't seem easy to find either. Really, these are things that she should have asked someone, but it might have made someone suspicious, so she kept her mouth shut. Her mind turned to the blue haired girl she'd met the other day. That girl's mind might be fried enough that she wouldn't think anything of a member of the crew asking where the important rooms were. After all, that would come with the job, right? On the other hand, she was air headed enough that she might let it slip in a completely unrelated conversation with someone else. This was all troublesome...
Since the sun was already starting to come up, Rose decided that she had time to look in one more room for today. She skipped a few doors to get to the end of the hall, pushing the door open to peek inside... and saw two women laying on a table together, locked in an embrace. It barely registered that the blue haired girl was one of the two figures before she felt her cheeks redden, immediately closing the door so that she could lean back against it, holding a hand over her mouth and nose to muffle any sounds she might have made. T-Those two are... and in public? On a table?! J-Just what kind of ship is this...?
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Makoto's location is unknown
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Post by Makoto on May 9, 2014 12:18:06 GMT -6
The part-giant let out a low yawn as she lay atop the blue-haired woman, her senses dulled by the pained thudding of her hangover. Her eyes remained shut as she lay there, grumbling. In rolling over her arm had caught and pinned someone beneath her, and for a brief moment she clung to the figure almost as though she were a teddy bear. Shura's face was practically pressed against the young woman's cheek.
But then a sudden thought entered her head - a slowly dawning realization that someone was lying beneath her. With a groan the dark-haired woman slowly cracked one eye open, peering out towards the blue-haired woman. One thing was absolutely certain - she had absolutely no recollection of who the woman was. She didn't remember bringing back any women with her, let alone sleeping with anyone. In fact, Shura didn't remember going out to drink at all. Which meant only one thing.
This someone had climbed into her makeshift bed with her.
Suddenly finding a little of her tremendous strength coming back to her, the part-giant pushed herself up - not enough to actually get up, but enough so that she was above the blue-haired woman, her tangled mess of dark hair falling to either side of her face. Staring the blue-haired woman in the face she frowned, her eyes still struggling to adjust. Groggily recovering her senses, she balled one of her hands into a fist.
"Who the fuck are you," she grumbled, still groggy from her pounding headache. This woman certainly did not belong here, and the idea she'd been next to Shura all night got under the part-giant's skin in a bad way. "And why the fuck are you in my bed?!".
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I accidentally all the cannonballs into your ship...
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Post by V10-L3T on May 10, 2014 7:34:03 GMT -6
For a minute Vi thought that she might be in the clear, all she would need to do was wait abit then wiggle out and everything would be good.
Then she found her eyes meeting the sleepy eyes of the waking giantess.
Shrinking down upon herself she stayed still as the first mate loomed a over her and demanded her to explain herself. Looking to Fishbones nervously she gulped and began answering quickly, her reply a mild squeak because of the sheer terror of being face-punched by the angry-giantess-punchy-person.
"I-I'm Violet! I-I'm the shipwright of wifey and you fell asleep on my tools and I was trying to get them and this isgonnahurtyouhaveareallybigfisthelpmefishbones!"
Not really thinking much (not that she did a lot of that anyway), she grabbed her braids and held them in front of her face in a light-blue cross.
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Post by Makoto on May 16, 2014 8:43:59 GMT -6
"... Wifey?" she repeated, her brows furrowing. Her pounding headache was interfering somewhat with her own mental abilities, but she had a pretty good feeling that even if she was sober the comment wouldn't have made much sense. Was she the shipwright of the crew? When the hell did Yumi pick her up? Or where, for that matter? And who the hell was "Wifey"? Come to think of it, who the hell was "Fishbones"?
The annoying throbbing in her head continued to pound away like punches from a giant. Shura let out a groan and suddenly fell back down to the side, lying next to the blue haired girl. She would have punched the weirdo in the face, but Shura's hangover was a powerful and deadly opponent. The part-giant found herself practically down for the count as she lay next to the weird, blue-haired girl.
"Alright, perv, here's the deal," she began, issuing an ultimatum. "I need a drink. I also feel like someone's pounding against the inside of my skull. I you don't want me to rip you a new arsehole when my hangover's gone, you'd better get me something".
Even when she was groaning with pain, Shura still gave her words a threatening snarl. She wasn't a nice or friendly person towards people she'd never met yet. Especially not when they bothered her this early in the morning. It was only by virtue of her hangover that she hadn't already made good on her promise. Yumi would probably complain about wrecking part of the ship along with their only shipwright, but what did Shura care?
As far as Shura was concerned, anyone who didn't sate her needs was unnecessary. It worked out well for her so far in life - no reason to give it up now that she was officially a pirate.
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I accidentally all the cannonballs into your ship...
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Post by V10-L3T on May 16, 2014 19:23:51 GMT -6
"... Wifey?" she repeated, her brows furrowing. Her pounding headache was interfering somewhat with her own mental abilities, but she had a pretty good feeling that even if she was sober the comment wouldn't have made much sense. Was she the shipwright of the crew? When the hell did Yumi pick her up? Or where, for that matter? And who the hell was "Wifey"? Come to think of it, who the hell was "Fishbones"?
The annoying throbbing in her head continued to pound away like punches from a giant. Shura let out a groan and suddenly fell back down to the side, lying next to the blue haired girl. She would have punched the weirdo in the face, but Shura's hangover was a powerful and deadly opponent. The part-giant found herself practically down for the count as she lay next to the weird, blue-haired girl.
"Alright, perv, here's the deal," she began, issuing an ultimatum. "I need a drink. I also feel like someone's pounding against the inside of my skull. I you don't want me to rip you a new arsehole when my hangover's gone, you'd better get me something".
Even when she was groaning with pain, Shura still gave her words a threatening snarl. She wasn't a nice or friendly person towards people she'd never met yet. Especially not when they bothered her this early in the morning. It was only by virtue of her hangover that she hadn't already made good on her promise. Yumi would probably complain about wrecking part of the ship along with their only shipwright, but what did Shura care?
As far as Shura was concerned, anyone who didn't sate her needs was unnecessary. It worked out well for her so far in life - no reason to give it up now that she was officially a pirate.
Having kept her eyes closed and her pitiful little shield in front of her face, Violet took a second to realize her face and all its accessories and faculties were intact. Having heard what the Giant-thirsty-lady-person said, and honestly not wanting to risky punchy-punches in the face, she immediately rolled off, the table groaning as half the weight finally removed itself from the top. Dashing towards the kitchen, Vi grabbed the largest container she could find: an empty keg, probably the same one Shura had used at some point, and then filled it up with the first drinkable thing she could find. Dashing back she all but hopped onto the table, the wooden legs creaking ominously as even more weight was added on, the table at it's limits in terms of weight management.
"H-h-here! Drink Brought! Best on ship! Pleasenopunchypunchface!"
Undoubtedly, as soon as the hungover giantess would take a sip, something interesting would be discovered in later discussions. Vi was very young. She was also insane. In her youth and insanity, she had never had any alchoholic beverages, ever. In 'Viland' as her psychotic worldview can be called, there was only one drinkable substance in the world.
And that was cool, soothing, all-natural....
Milk.
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Post by Rose Ocelot on May 17, 2014 0:15:32 GMT -6
She heard it all. The cat had been hiding outside the door, nosily listening in on the entire conversation. Not that it made much sense to begin with. It seemed like the blue-haired girl just sort of cuddled up with the sleeping beast? But that wouldn't really be something you called someone a pervert over, would it?
Really, by this point she just wrote it off as humans being strange. They all had so many little hangups, and every person had a different set... why did anyone bother getting to know anyone else? It was a little ridiculous. But it wasn't long until her attention was called back to the fact that the smaller girl was planning on leaving the room. Rose quickly flattened herself against the wall behind the door just as it opened, hesitating for a moment before deciding to follow the Shipwright down to the kitchen...
Rose stayed out of sight until the cyborg vacated the premises. The scene was... very strange. Obviously the monster waiting below the deck wanted alcohol for some reason, despite complaining about a terrible hangover... wouldn't that just make it worse? The cat had never actually drunken anything stronger than fruit juice, so the world of alcoholism was entirely alien to her.
Still, if she let things go the course, it seemed like they wouldn't be having a shipwright for very much longer. It didn't really matter a whole lot to her if the Giantess ripped off the cyborg's arms and beat her to death with them, but... she was already starting to get used to this one. Having to deal with meeting a new one was simply out of the question. In the girl's place, the cat rummaged through the kitchen until she found a bottle of wine- probably used by the chef to marinate vegetables or something. With the alcohol in hand, she sprinted off in the direction that the other girl had left, hoping to get there before she lost her head...
As luck would have it, Rose pushed open the door to the room where the pair of women were waiting... and immediately jumped into the air, swinging a foot out to kick the keg off the table before the Giantess could drink it... only to collapse backwards onto the floor, clutching her foot with a pained expression while the bottle she dropped rolled underneath the table itself, "O-Ow...! S-Stupid...hard...wood...thing!"
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Post by Makoto on May 19, 2014 6:00:19 GMT -6
Shura allowed herself to simply lie in place on the table, waiting on her drink to arrive. She was certain it would arrive because she had demanded it and there was no way this blue-haired girl would want to cross her. If she really was that stupid, she'd soon learn why it was a bad idea to cross a part-giant. Of course, in the end, it seemed the blue-haired girl was just a little bit smarter than she'd given her credit for.
In just a few moments the blue-haired girl returned with a keg, setting it down on the table next to Shura. Slowly lifting herself, Shura began to sit up on the table as she turned towards the keg. She gave a small smirk even as her head continued to throb with pain. Drink would help soothe the pain. It always did, in her experience. Shura had just been about to grab the keg and chug it, too, when outside forces decided to get involved.
The door suddenly shot open as a figure moved through the air. Catching a glimpse of the figure out of the corner of her eye, Shura turned just in time to see the young woman fly past and slam her foot into the keg Shura had been about to drink from. The young woman collapsed to the floor, but the sudden loud noise meant Shura was momentarily paralyzed from the pain. Needless to say, the keg did not last. Before Shura could recover, she was forced to watch as the keg crashed to the ground, where the booze splashed across the ground.
Except... It wasn't booze.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Shura remarked as she pushed herself off of the table, standing upright. One hand remained on her head, nursing her terrible headache. Her other hand was clenched into a tight fist as she stared at both V10 and Rose. She was not in any way, shape or form amused. "Screw Yumi. I'm gonna throw both of you overboard".
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Post by V10-L3T on May 19, 2014 15:00:57 GMT -6
Vi was beyond shocked.
First, Fuzzeh-pet-lady had suddenly flown in and broken the keg of drink-milk-goodness she had brought the giantess.
Secondly, The Giantess-punch-lady was angry.
Third, the milk was gone!
Fourth, did she mention she could see under the area where her tools were and couldn't see them there?
Recovering her wits abit, she realized that she should probably be more worried about the second item than anything else, considering the giant-punch-lady had just said she was gonna throw them overboard. Mostly out of fear of being hit by that realllly big lady, she immediately began cowering. She looked down and saw three things that suddenly made everything all right. First was that the glimmering of the special varnish on the wood under the table. That meant she wouldn't have to replace the planks if she cleaned up the mess in the next hour or so. Secondly, she saw her scrapey-slidey thingamajig, one of the two tools she'd left on the table. The third was the screwey-twisty do-hickey, the other tool she'd left there, which in the entire mess had impaled itself to the handle in a funney-looking bottle she saw the cook and Yumi drink out of sometimes.
Not really caring about the ickey-liquid-oil that was in the bottle, Violet suddenly dashed under the table, grabbing her precious tools and flinging the scrapey-slider towards Fishbones. Hopping onto the table next to the giantess (momentarily forgetting the threat due to the importance of rescuing her tools), she held the table between her legs and began pulling the screwey-twisty do-hickey's handle. before long the tool, still embedded within the bottle's cork, popped out cleanly, Violet's tight grip with her legs making sure that the sudden uncorking didn't splash the funny-liquid onto herself.
Removing the offending cork, she then tossed her tool onto the table, before finally relaxing and leaning on something rather large and hard. Eyes widening she reached up with her hands and groped something that was totally a really strong arm. Looking up she'd let out another small "meep" as she locked eyes with the half-giant, arms holding onto her bicep and the bottle of wine still held between her legs.
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