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Post by Zen on Mar 23, 2009 2:52:48 GMT -5
"Um... Well, if you say so. But we can't be held liable for any damages..." Before saying another word, Red pressed her little paw to her lips and let loose a loud whistle, only stopping when she heard the familiar, lumbering footsteps of her dear second-in-command, Roman.
The ship rocked with every step the bear took as he made his way to the upper deck. Eventually, Roman could be seen making his way out of the door leading to the lower decks, albeit with much wriggling and shifting (He always thought the door was a bit small).
Once he was on the main deck, he gave a broad smile to his Captain, Red, and the small boy he didn't yet know.
"Roman, this is Simon. He needs some help... getting over there." Red gestured once again towards Fortress general direction, before looking at Simon curiously.
"So where, exactly, do you plan to go? Roman... he needs a general idea of where you're going if you want his help..."
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Post by Zero on Mar 23, 2009 6:04:57 GMT -5
Personally, Simon hadn't expected Roman to be so huge. To one as small as Simon, the bear loomed over him and he had to stretch his head all the way back just to look at the bear as he gaped slightly. After a few minutes, he shook his head and looked back at Red. He cleared his throat. "I just need to get over to those coves where the Censors are keeping the gunpowder."
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Post by Zen on Mar 23, 2009 19:59:18 GMT -5
"All right..."
Red turned to Roman and gave a swift nod while pointing towards the coves. The bear replied with a grunt and a nod of his own. He smiled down towards Simon before, without much effort, lifting the mall boy into the air, holding him above his head.
"Ok, Simon, could luck! ... And try not to scream, ok?" Red said before giving Roman the command.
"Now, Roman!"
Without hesitation, the large bear held Simon with one large paw, wound back like a pitcher at a baseball game, and, with every fiber of his being, threw the boy towards the coves at a break-neck speed.
From the boat, Red and Roman could be seen waving to Simon as he flew through the air...
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Post by Zero on Mar 24, 2009 6:28:15 GMT -5
"Wait, scream? What are you talking abo-" There was no time for Simon to finish his sentence before he was picked up by the large bear and tossed through the air at a high speed. He was speeding quickly towards the rocky coves, unable to really steer himself, as he soon noticed that where he'd be landing, would be right in the middle of the group of Censors. He could only really say one thing at the moment. "INCOMING!" The other Censors had no real time to move before they were all hit with Simon like a human cannonball.
Simon lay in the pile, for a few minutes knocked out, before sitting up quickly and looking at the five Censors he had hit either passed out or glaring at him. He looked around nervously, then cleared his throat and spoke in perfect Censor dialect. "<um.....hey, sorry about that?>"
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Post by Zen on Mar 25, 2009 0:31:48 GMT -5
The Censors were pretty sure that suspicious ship was up to something.... Something, dare they say, suspicious? They noticed that the enemy ship was harboring a foreign entity in this mind... Preparations had to be made accordingly, in case that foreign entity tried to enter Fortress.
A small group of Censors was sent in a small boat to guard the entrance to the cove that held their stash of gunpowder. They couldn't afford to show any weakness, and decided to protect any possible weak spots.
Unfortunately, they hadn't accounted for Roman's 'assistance'. Perhaps if they had seen the small boy thrown from the ship ahead of time, they would've had time to move, but no. Before they knew it, the five censors were stuck in a pile with the strange entity known as Simon.
Once they had regained their composure, only 2 of the Censors remained, while the other three who had 'passed out' quickly disappeared from the field. The remaining Censors eyed the boy for a moment, perplexed by his familiar speech. But this did not stop them from repeatedly whomping him with their stamps, chanting 'No!' all the while. He was a foreign entity, and had to be eradicated.
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Post by Zero on Mar 25, 2009 6:24:04 GMT -5
Simon didn't exactly seem too affected by the Censors treatment. After a few stamps to the face, he finally decided to put a shield around himself. Simon rolled his eyes when they continued to put their stamps into his shield. "<Guys, guys, can't we discuss this peacefully? I am one of you guys after all.>" Simon lowered the left shoulder part of his shirt, revealing a Censor tattoo. He cast the two Censors an annoyed look. Stamp carrying Censors always were the most annoying.
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Post by Zen on Mar 29, 2009 2:33:03 GMT -5
The Censors did not cease their stamping of Simon, despite his words. Because that's what Censors do... stamp things that did not belong, and Simon certainly didn't belong, so he was fair game.
(I had... nothing for this post. 8D; )
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Post by Zero on Mar 29, 2009 6:57:03 GMT -5
Simon gave them both what could have easily been a look of pity, then he sighed from behind his shield. "Fine, you guys asked for it." At the first chance he got, he grabbed both of the Censors by a small amount of their hair and then quickly bashed their heads into each other....three times.
When the Censors soon lay unconscious and bleeding from the forehead, sure to disappear from the mind soon, Simon took a the pair of glasses that hadn't been smashed and put them on. He blinked, adjusting to the new full vision. "Finally, depth perception has never looked so good."
He sighed to himself before stealing one of the Censors hats to replace the sailor cap on his head. "Now, to find that gunpowder. It must be at the back of the caves here." So, Simon stuck his hands in his pockets and began to walk to the back-end of the cave.
(Shouldn't there be some kind of guard for the gun-powder?)
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Post by Zen on Mar 29, 2009 15:14:21 GMT -5
The Censors, however, placed the gunpowder in the coves because of how impossible it is to reach the place. They thought there was no need for a guard, so there the crates sat on a mostly-dry patch of sand, filled with leather bags of gunpowder, free for the taking.
(Nyope. 8Db )
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Post by Zero on Mar 29, 2009 15:29:25 GMT -5
It was a mild walk to the back of the coves, to which Simon soon found what he was looking for. He grinned to himself as he pried off one of the lids with his TK abilities, then reached inside and quickly grabbed two of the bags of gunpowder. "Well, heres the gunpowder, now how am I going to get it back to the ship?" He looked back to the entrance of the cave, where the unfortunate Censors ship sat, free for the taking. He again found himself grinning.
A short boat trip later, Simon quickly levitated from the small boat onto the S.S Wrickety, bags of gunpowder in hand. He set them onto the main deck, smirking to himself. But in the back of his mind, he was wondering something: why did they need gunpowder?
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Post by Zen on Mar 30, 2009 0:48:30 GMT -5
While Simon was out, Roman and Red had struck up a game of cards, which they were startled out of by Simon's sudden re-appearance, the cards falling to the deck as they flew out of the duo's paws.
"Oh! You're back... That was unexpected!" Red said as she hurried over to Simon and the gunpowder, sniffing the bags, and giving a sneeze. Yep, definitely the right gun powder, judging by that smell...
"Thank you, Simon!" Red gave a grateful smile towards the boy as Roman lifted the bags and brought them to Gaston, who loaded the Golden Cannon with the powder before gazing at Simon... almost as if he were expecting something.
"So.... if you could just go over to Gaston.... he'll have your next assignment for you!" Red spoke quietly, but cheerfully. She was much more relaxed now that one half of the task had been completed... Now, just for the second half...
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Post by Zero on Mar 30, 2009 7:04:39 GMT -5
Simon blinked. He was already getting his next assignment? That seemed a little odd, but then he shrugged. This crew in general seemed odd, of course their quests would be. Besides, Simon was dying to find out who's mind this was in the first place. So he gave a small grin at Red before walking over to Gaston and the golden cannon. "Alright Fluffy, what am I doing next?" He said as soon as he was near the poodle.
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Post by Zen on Apr 6, 2009 0:43:00 GMT -5
Simon was beyond lucky that Gaston didn't know a lick of English, otherwise he would've gotten punched in the face then and there for that 'Fluffy' comment. Have you ever been socked in the face by an irate French poodle? It's not fun.
And for the first time since Simon had arrived, the poodle finally said something more than an angry mumble or muttering under his breath.
"Bonne chance!" Gaston said heartily before patting Simon on the shoulder. Without much warning, Roman then grabbed the small boy and stuffed him, legs first, into the Golden Cannon, which Gaston now stood behind.
Everyone on the boat seemed to know what this meant and covered their ears accordingly before Gaston aimed the cannon and lit the fuse, before covering his own poofy ears and counting down from 3 to 1 in French.
The cannon wasted no time in shooting off after Gaston had finished speaking, sending Simon flying high into the sky, over the Censor's ships and above the walls of Fortress.
"Good job, Gaston! That one looks like it'll go over the wall this time!" Knirf-Knirf said from her crows nest, watching Simon soar through her telescope.
(Bonne Chance = 'Good Luck')
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Post by Zero on Apr 6, 2009 7:23:26 GMT -5
"What the-" Simon didn't finish before suddenly finding himself hoisted into the cannon so tightly he couldn't move his arms. ".....not again..." He groaned, attempting to cover his ears somehow when the fuse was lit before being blasted out of the cannon. This time though, he did scream...
...until he hit the deck of an old ship, face first. "Owwwwww..." He sat up, now nursing a bloody nose and cursing. "Those pirates were crazy...what was up with them?" He soon stood, looking around the new ship he was on. The middle of the Fortress was simply an open sea, in the middle of it being an old ship. What the pirates wanted to do with this ship though was beyond the teen as he walked across the deck. Up above him, the moon shone through the sky, dark, ominous, and beautiful.
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Post by Zen on Apr 6, 2009 14:54:34 GMT -5
There wasn't a sound in that dark place, save for the occasional creaking of the old ship, or a gentle lapping of the waves. But in time, the melody- The somber, unique melody - of a song being played on the Erhu, a Chinese fiddle, could eventually be heard. It grew louder with time, but retained it's calm tune. Quite obviously, the sound was coming from the crows nest of the old ship...
(Lame post is lame but yeah <3 )
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