The Sereni-Tree, Dealings on Boros, and Mai-Quest 2
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Tuesday, January 17, 2006 16:13
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Back on the SereniTree...
Death intrigues him. Not just the act of a person dying, but the process of what happens after they die. After staring at the body in the frozen tube, he begins to contemplate about the afterlife, yet another part of his persona that has come floating to the surface. He thinks about souls, and if a person really does have one. If so, what happens to the soul after their body can no longer support life? And with that…does he have a soul?
If not…what does that make him?
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"That's my man" - Zoe
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* TheRealMe smiles after hearing PsychicRiver's report. *
So, Madame Captain, what are the odds that ship is friendly?
Ye fool!
That ship be me sister's ship, Drobie's Revenge. Captained by me sister, Voudoo Nell! Now there be another reason for ye to all be settin' down arms.
And you there, she-elf! Don' be foolish. If ye ignite the gunpower, ye will be blowin' all of us out o' th 'water. Ye won' survive any more than we will.
So be usin' yer brains. There ain't no way outta 'here cept on a boat and me an' my sister are the only ones currently in possession o' any. Well, there do be another way outta 'ere, but ye won't be alive for that. har har har.
*While she's been talking, her pirates have slowly and silently been moving into position until the TREEers are surrounded.*
Now, what was I sayin' about killin'?
*From all around, pistols cock.*
Most Feared Piratess in 6 o' the 7 seas!
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*standing in the ready room with jazaf and SimonWho, twg can take no more of this nonsense. She spins round and round and round, until she’s attired in her Mad Anne Rackham garb. She pinches her nose and slips through the closing portal. She’s near enough her son that he’s able to move her just so that she avoids a plunge in the sea. Proud that he’s beginning to remember what he can do, she smiles at the young man. With a solid CLUNK, she lands on her feet, pistol cocked and ready in her left hand, her right hand on the hilt of her sword*
You may wan ta rethink yourn plan Rosie. It be well known tat I be the best stave on the seas. Amphitrite herself pulled me outta the waters when I be a lass, I ‘ave connections. You be not harmin mine today or any day. *she nods in the direction of Black Jack* You wannabe telling her whats I be capable of?
*the right hand poised above the hilt, tugs at a small lace holding a green velvet pouch, from which dozens of glass marbles fall onto the deck. They roll to the feet of the pirates, despite the lean of the ship, just like her son she’s beginning to remember what she can do.*
I like to think we can truce. Join arms or turn blind eyes. I hate to hurt ya. So...you be movin, you be fallin. You fire a single shot, an I be striking you down wheres you stand. I won’t ‘esitate. I lived on these seas for years, I knows how the game be played…try me…I prefer gin...gotta deck?
www.thatweirdgirl.com
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"...turn right at the corner then skip two blocks...no, SKIP, the hopping-like thing kids do...Why? Why not?"
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/me ,still hovering on his magnificent, winged banana, notices a seperate group of scary, mean looking pirates creeping up on the tense (and slightly comical) situation unfolding below on the main deck of the ship...figuring that he should help the odd tree-folk without any real reason for doing so, unleashes a pack of rabid bananas on the advancing would-be tide-turning group of pirates...99 bananas, to be exact. He grins as he sees the scurvy dogs pelted by and buried under the swarm of long, yellow fruit.
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http://www.xffx.net/blog <-inching towards daylight
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* Black Jack Rackham's gaze had been diverted Aft to size up the "incoming Vessel", A smile of recoginition crosses his face just as Capt'n Rose points out that it is in fact Capt'n Nell. "She does have a nack for comin' at just the right time", he thinks to himself*
*upon hearing his Capt'n's reinforced orders, he spins the cannon he approached towards the foredeck and points it directly at TRM and kicks the wheel locks into place, he strkes a match off the side of the cannon and holds it a mere inch above the fuse*
Those Black flappy things may protect ya from the cannonball, But me thinks them sharks still be hungry.
*just then a light thud towards port draws his gaze.....*
.......Anne?............
*Jack is obviously shaken, he looks like he's seen a ghost. Eyes wide and more than just a little confused, he struggles to lock a gaze on her.
The match in his right hand finally consumes itself and burns his fingertips, the immediate threat to TRM has passed, And Jack seems to have not noticed. His mind still racing, his right hand discards the consumed match and draws the bottle from his holster, he plucks the cork with his teeth, collects it with his hand and turns the bottle up in his mouth without averting his eyes from Anne.*
....I thought I'd lost y......*shakes head*.....Impossible........
ummmm....Marillion
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Annie? Little Annie?
Is that you? Does that really be you?
Don't ye remember me? 'Tis Rosie!
*Captain GeDunk takes off her hat*
Oh, tis been many a year! BlackJack! Look, tis Annie! My how you've grown!
*gives Annie a big hug, and then backs up a little embarrassed at showing so much emotion in front of her crew.*
Annie, Nell's 'ere, next ship over. She be a captain, too. We both be, now. Got mighty fine crews, been doin' well fer ourselves. How've you been?
*leans over the side and yells*
NELL! LOOK, IT BE LITTLE ANNIE, ALL GROWN UP!!
*Nell waves back enthusiastically.*
So, Annie, you be knowin' these scallywags? I didn't realize, else I wouldn't be tryin' t' shoot 'em an' all. *Calls out to the stunned TREEers* No 'ard feelin's, now? Didn't know ye was friends o' little Annie 'ere. Any friends o' Annie be friends o' ours!
BlackJack, what ye be doin'? Break out th' rum! This be time for celebratin'!!
Most Feared Piratess in 6 o' the 7 seas!
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killing 'em with bananas. *impressive*
*looks at the portal once again*
Now looks like a a perfect time for escape. Everyone ready?
Mai, Secretary of Unmentionables.
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**jake7 flaps her newly sprouted wings (Thanks to squeezing some water from Serenity's hair -- still can't believe I drank it!)**
I'm as ready as I'm gonna get!
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MAL: Everybody's makin' a fuss.
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"They just float out there, sending out raver breeding parties..."
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* On the pirate ship, TheRealMe stares at the brilliant, action filled tale chock full of clever plot-twists that he was ABOUT to post regarding how Our Heroes escaped the Pirates. Then he realizes that this has been overtaken by events and everyone seems friendly now.... Muttering to himself, he rips his post into a million pieces and tosses the confetti into the air. *
So, you know each other?
* A second pair of wings sprouts from the back of TheRealMe *
* The spot of light on TheRealMe's boot fades. *
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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On the Sereni-Tree:
Bride3 carefully opens the hatch to the lowest level of the Sereni-Tree’s cargo area and steps inside. That persistant banging sound is definitely coming from inside this chamber! She holds tightly to her only weapon, an automop that she brought from the kitchen upstairs.
Suddenly, there is a sound behind her. Someone is coming! She ducks to one side of the door, her makeshift weapon ready for whoever might come through. It is Jazaf who leaps through the door, instantly aware of her presence and sword at the ready.
Bride3 relaxes. “Oh, it’s you, Mystery Man! Heard the sounds too, huh?”
Jazaf lowers his sword, and nods.
The tall, attractive black woman offers her hand. “We’ve met, but we’ve never really been introduced. I’m Bride3. You can call me Trey. I run the bar.”
“Right.” Jazaf briefly takes her hand, but is already peering into the darkness of the cargo bay. “Let’s move on.”
As they walk together, Bride3 smiles. “So where’s your shadow, Mystery Man? I don’t think I’ve seen Deuce since the New Year’s party.”
Jazaf shrugs.
“You’ll be nice to her, won’t you? Deuce was the youngest of us seven. Has the most to prove, to herself and to others. I know she’s trying very hard to learn what you’re teaching her. She’s determined to be the swordmaster that Ace was. Hmmmm… You never met Ace… Bride1… did you?”
“No.”
“Uh huh. Before your time. Well, Ace was fantastic with a sword, and fast! Her attacks were a blur. Her dodges and parries, a dance. But she was also a freaking homicidal lunatic, and very big on revenge. That all was BEFORE she got talking with the FemaleReaver we had on board back then. Ace got all reaver-ized and went nuts. Helped the FemaleReaver escape, and started attacking folks. Put Deuce and me in the Infirmary for a long while. Not that I minded overmuch hanging out with our Doctor for all that time…”
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