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Post by Zero on Mar 15, 2009 20:38:26 GMT -5
In the physical realm, Simon slept soundly, paying no heed to the broken leg, broken rib, and head bandage that was now on him. While he had been kept up by the various aches that had pained him, the sedation they had on him had quickly allowed him to drift off.
But in his dreams, he groggily was waking up between a bundle of ropes and a barrel that from the sound of it sloshed with water and possibly fish. The ship rocked back and forth against the gentle waves of the sea, starting to lull Simon to sleep again. He quickly shook his head and got up quickly though. The cast that had been on his leg and the head bandages were now gone, instead replaced with more seaworthy looking clothes: a sailors cap, black and green faded striped shirt, black short-scarf, and normal black pants, his usual glasses replaced with a monocle.
Am I in the mental world? He thought. Dusting himself off, he stuck his hands in his pockets and began to explore the ship, looking around curiously.
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Post by Zen on Mar 15, 2009 21:35:52 GMT -5
"Hoy! We got ourselves a new one!" Hollered Knirf-Knirf from her crows nest, pointing her telescope in Simon's general direction.
This caused the rest of the crew on deck at the time -- Red, Gaston, and Toby-- to follow the direction the telescope was pointing at and, sure enough, their eyes fell upon Simon.
" 'Ey! 'Ey 'Ey 'EY! Not nobody told me we was gettin' a new guy today!" Toby said as he scurried over to Simon, tail twitching wildly. Oh, how he did love new recruits! Or, more accurately, he loved being able to boss somebody around.
"Um... I didn't know... we were getting one either." Red mumbled as she sat atop the wheel, eyeballing Simon cautiously.
Gaston.... simply went back to polishing his beloved Golden Cannon.
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Post by Zero on Mar 15, 2009 21:46:09 GMT -5
Simon gave them all a sort of look. Yep, I'm definately in the mental world.....my dreams are never this weird. The squirrel he looked at oddly, cocking an eyebrow at it. Simon also looked past it, towards the large golden cannon that the poodle was polishing, and then over at the red panda that sat atop the wheel. All the while, the ship's gentle rocking was slowly starting to make Simon feel ill. He went a sort of sickly green color while paling slightly.
"Um.....right then.....Listen, sorry about ending up on your ship, but I'm afraid I'm not really a new recruit for you guys. So um....if you'll just point me to where I can get off this ship, I would appreciate it." A wave roughly hit the ship and his stomach lurched violently at the sudden shift, causing him to clap a hand over his mouth and turn a shade of green that matched his hair tips. Simon never had liked going on boats. He was never known to have his sea legs at any time in his life. He swallowed his bile back down though.
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Post by Zen on Mar 15, 2009 23:16:46 GMT -5
A wry smile tugged at Toby's lips, revealing his bucked teeth. "'Ey! Looks like the new guy don't got his sea-legs!" Said the squirrel smugly, finding the lack of color in Simon's face to be one of the funnier things he had seen that morning.
"Oh... Well, um... Gaston..." Red said, looking towards the poodle pleadingly. With a roll of the eyes, Gaston stopped what he was doing and walked over to Simon, scanning him up and down, before leaving for below deck, mumbling something himself.
"Mister, if you want, you can sit down. Gaston should be back in a few minutes..." Red trailed off as her gaze became downcast, not wanting to look at Simon any longer. Looking at him as sick as he was only made her sick.
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Post by Zero on Mar 16, 2009 6:56:59 GMT -5
Still a sort of pale green, Simon cast Toby a sort of glare then looked over at Red. "T-thanks." Simon looked for a place to sit, his eyes scanning the main deck, before finally giving up and simply sitting cross-legged where he was. His stomach gave a slight gurgle of displeasure as he sat down, but seemed to calm down, making the green color in his face go away a bit. "I'm Simon by the way." He said looking a Red, at hand still over his mouth slightly. He felt like he was going to be sick before the poodle got back with....with whatever it was.
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Post by Zen on Mar 16, 2009 21:31:42 GMT -5
Fortunately for Simon, Gaston was nothing if he was not swift. In a matter of minutes, the poodle had returned above deck, a small glass bottle in his front paw, causing him to walk a bit funny, what with it being under his foot and all.
Gaston quickly uncorked the bottle, it's contents swishing as he gave the cork a hard tug. An unpleasant smell came wafting from the bottle after he did so, but before anyone could so much as comment on the scent, Gaston took a seat next to Simon and, with much dexterity for a canine, shoved the bottle into the sick boy's mouth. He then placed his other front paw behind Simon's head, making sure to hold him in place until he had drank every last drop of the brew.
... And, as one would expect, Gaston mumbled and cursed about the situation the whole time.
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Post by Zero on Mar 16, 2009 21:41:34 GMT -5
Simon was surprised that the poodle had come back so quickly, relieved to see something that should make his stomach better, but when the smell had wafted towards him, he was having second thoughts. He didn't really have much time to speak though before having the bottle shoved into his mouth and being forced to drink it down. The liquid had a sort of fishy taste to it that had Simon's hairs stand on end. When the liquid was finally all gone, he yanked the bottle from his mouth and coughed from the liquid's sudden entry into his throat.
He coughed for a few minutes before giving a sort of glare at the poodle. "You know, you could have ASKED before shoving a bottle in my mouth, I know how to drink medicine, or.....or whatever that was." His stomach did feel better though, and the pale green color had started to go away from his face.
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Post by Zen on Mar 16, 2009 22:13:20 GMT -5
Gaston merely grunted in response, and wasted no time in storming off towards his cannon once more, which he resumed polishing, while Toby laughed his furry little tale off over how Simon had been fed his medicine.
"Toby.... could you maybe go clean out the cabins? Thanks..." Red commanded, if you could call it that, as she climbed down from her wheel. It was the squirrel's turn to mumble and grumble as he begrudgingly headed below deck, but not before turning and snickering at Simon one last time.
Once Toby had finally disappeared from view, Red slowly waddled over to Simon, a small, coy smile on her lips.
"Feeling better now?"
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Post by Zero on Mar 16, 2009 22:18:19 GMT -5
Simon cast a glare at the squirrels laugh, pouting uncharacteristically, then looked back at Red with a small smile. "Well yeah, I suppose. A little bit of a forceful method to get me to take it, but I guess it worked." Simon shifted so he sat on his knees, so he could examine Red a bit more throughly. "So, tell me three things: who are you? Where am I? And do you have a pair of glasses that I could use instead of this monocle?" He soon stood, polishing his monocle with a part of his shirt. It was hard to get depth perception with only one eye being able to see out of clearly.
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Post by Zen on Mar 17, 2009 21:03:21 GMT -5
"Well... I'm Red, and I am ... sorta the captain I guess. Captain of the S.S. Wrickety! This is my ship... The fella by the cannon is Gaston... And the little buck-toothed guy was Toby..."
She quickly shook her head. She was starting to ramble, instead of answering Simon's questions.
"Sorry... Like I said, this is the S.S. Wrickety. And, um... I don't think we have any... I think those guys got all the glasses in the area." Red climbed up onto the railing of the ship and gestured towards the town of Fortress, or more specifically, towards the Censor's on their ships, wearing their over-sized, white-lens glasses. As if from out of nowhere, Red was suddenly holding and offering a telescope to Simon, so that he may see the Censor's better.
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Post by Zero on Mar 17, 2009 21:13:57 GMT -5
Simon took the telescope willingly, putting over his monocle covered eye. Sure enough, there were Censors in that ship, the glasses distinctly showing on their forms as well as the fancy uniforms they all wore. "Hm....yep, those are Censors alright." He said, more to himself then to Red. He looked at the captain. "So um....Red, let me guess; the Censors must be stopping you from getting to something, correct? Maybe I can help somehow?"
Ok, maybe that wasn't the best idea considering Simon was right now mostly robbed of his psychic energies that could ACTUALLY defend him, and the ones that couldn't took a lot of concentration and seemed to drain him of energy in seconds. But on the other hand, he knew how to speak with the Censors and if he managed to get his hands on one of those uniforms, maybe he could blend in with them and get whatever these guys were after.
Besides, he REALLY wanted some glasses that he could wear in this mind. He looked back through the spyglass at the ship, watching some of the Censors pace the deck and have conversations amongst themselves.
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Post by Zen on Mar 20, 2009 22:28:43 GMT -5
"Well... there is something we want... You... You'd really be willing to help us get it?" Red spoke through a shy, but happy smile. If this boy could actually complete the task and get them what they needed... There would definitely be a promotion or two in his future...
"But.. it's not an easy thing to do, see..." Red pointed towards a small, almost hidden cove at the rocky base of Fortress, which Simon should have been able to see through the telescope.
"In there... there is some very good gunpowder. It belongs to those blue-coated men, though, and it's impossible for any of us to get to it without being spotted and attacked. But you... you might be able to do it... Do you still feel up to it?" Her voice was barely a whisper at the end, shyly looking away from Simon as she spoke. She did hate to ask people for things, but if the boy was offering, it would be even more rude to not take him up on his offer.
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Post by Zero on Mar 20, 2009 22:33:41 GMT -5
Simon thought it over. It was just Censors, he had been one at one point. How bad could they be? "Sure I'll help." He said with an equally warm smile. He looked through the spyglass again so he could see the cove. One of the ships seemed to be sending a patrol group of Censors out to the coves. "Hm...." He lowered the spyglass. "But I'm going to need a way to get over to the coves, and a weapon. Do you guys have either?"
Simon was already working on making himself less noticeable. He took the scarf around his neck off and tied it around his head like a bandanna so his green tips were concealed. Those would've been a dead giveaway in the darkness of those caves.
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Post by Zen on Mar 22, 2009 1:55:29 GMT -5
"Weapons? ... Those men in the suits over there took all our weapons. It's kinda why we can't fight them properly..." Red spoke as if the idea of violence - whether towards her crew or the Censors - worried her. In all honesty, there were some weapons in storage below deck, but the last thing Red wanted was for anyone to get hurt beyond fixing, so the swords and guns were kept under lock and key for emergencies only. To her, this wasn't an emergency, and was a situation that could easily be solved with brain rather than brawn.
"... Um. If it's too much to ask for you to swim out there, we could always ask Roman to... assist." Red fidgeted uncomfortably where she sat. She wasn't sure what Simon's reaction to Roman's 'assistance' would be, but she hoped it wouldn't be too bad... If the boy needed it at all.
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Post by Zero on Mar 22, 2009 8:03:45 GMT -5
Simon thought this over. "Ok, so no weapons and I would have to swim over there and possibly use up half of my energy doing so unless I used this 'assistance' provided by this Roman guy?" Simon again seemed to think about it. If he swam over there, the other Censors would probably find him more quickly. After all, wet footprints weren't exactly easy to hide. Then again, this 'assistance' Red was speaking of, could easily be something worse then swimming. Looking over his options, he decided. "I suppose I will be needing this 'Roman' person's assistance."
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