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come_sailaway2022-09-07 11:26 am
saltwaterlungs) wrote in come_sailaway2022-09-07 11:26 am
Entry tags:
- changeling the lost: erin peters,
- far cry 5: deputy pratt,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- geist the sin-eaters: darcy lejeune,
- groundhog day musical: phil connors,
- ikemen sengoku: nobunaga oda,
- lavender jack: johnny summer,
- our flag means death: stede bonnet,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the black phone: vance hopper,
- the prisoner: number 6
Pack it up, pack it in,
CHARACTERS: Darcy, and YOU?!
DATE: First half of September prior to the event
LOCATION: Sports deck
SITUATION: A pirate-sponsored fight club for the sake ofbeating the shit out of each other bettering each other
WARNINGS: It’s a fight club. Violence is to be expected.
Fliers go up around the ship, as they so often do. This time put up with a reasonable amount of tape and written in a much less flowery hand than people would expect, the announcement ‘FIGHT CLUB TUESDAY EVENINGS SPORTS DECK: MAKE FRIENDS AND THEN HIT THEM’.
Anyone going to the sport’s deck after 7pm for the Tuesdays before the excursion will find tennis court set up for an impromptu fight club. There’s a notebook with a pen off to one side as a sign-in sheet, and a small list of rules written in the same handwriting as the fliers.
-No killing or dying
-Respect tapping out
-If you’re learning, respect your teacher/s
-If you’re teaching, respect your student/s
-Cause problems, get kicked out
Off to the sidelines, Darcy can be found supervising, keeping an eye out for any issues.
In one corner is supplies for fencing and swordplay. Three protective jackets, mesh masks, and blunt training sabers in a loose pile, plus whatever weaponry people themselves supply. There’s a circular arena drawn out on the ground, with a narrower fencing piste drawn through the middle of it.
For those more inclined to hand-to-hand combat, a couple of the punching bags from the gym have been dragged out onto the court, along with focus-pads and a couple of long strips of bandages bandages to wrap one’s hands with. An arena has been drawn out, about the right dimensions for a boxing ring.
Over on the furthest side- deliberately angled to face off the ship- there’s a makeshift shooting range consisting of a bunch of water bottles and some mannequins from the Tommy Bahama laid out as targets to shoot at. A line has been drawn on the ground, presumably to stand behind when shooting.
Right in the middle of everything is an arena marked out for no clear purpose, with no equipment nearby. It can probably be presumed that this is somewhere for people to spar, or more likely, show off in front of everyone.
DATE: First half of September prior to the event
LOCATION: Sports deck
SITUATION: A pirate-sponsored fight club for the sake of
WARNINGS: It’s a fight club. Violence is to be expected.
I came to win
Fliers go up around the ship, as they so often do. This time put up with a reasonable amount of tape and written in a much less flowery hand than people would expect, the announcement ‘FIGHT CLUB TUESDAY EVENINGS SPORTS DECK: MAKE FRIENDS AND THEN HIT THEM’.
Anyone going to the sport’s deck after 7pm for the Tuesdays before the excursion will find tennis court set up for an impromptu fight club. There’s a notebook with a pen off to one side as a sign-in sheet, and a small list of rules written in the same handwriting as the fliers.
-No killing or dying
-Respect tapping out
-If you’re learning, respect your teacher/s
-If you’re teaching, respect your student/s
-Cause problems, get kicked out
Off to the sidelines, Darcy can be found supervising, keeping an eye out for any issues.
Battle me that's a sin
In one corner is supplies for fencing and swordplay. Three protective jackets, mesh masks, and blunt training sabers in a loose pile, plus whatever weaponry people themselves supply. There’s a circular arena drawn out on the ground, with a narrower fencing piste drawn through the middle of it.
I won't ever slack up
For those more inclined to hand-to-hand combat, a couple of the punching bags from the gym have been dragged out onto the court, along with focus-pads and a couple of long strips of bandages bandages to wrap one’s hands with. An arena has been drawn out, about the right dimensions for a boxing ring.
Punk you better back up
Over on the furthest side- deliberately angled to face off the ship- there’s a makeshift shooting range consisting of a bunch of water bottles and some mannequins from the Tommy Bahama laid out as targets to shoot at. A line has been drawn on the ground, presumably to stand behind when shooting.
Try and play the role and yo the whole crew'll act up
Right in the middle of everything is an arena marked out for no clear purpose, with no equipment nearby. It can probably be presumed that this is somewhere for people to spar, or more likely, show off in front of everyone.
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He needed to hear that. It breaks his demonic hold enough he doesn't lose his soul to the sheer darkness again. The voice, the instincts screaming to kill or be killed, that he's wasting time, when time is the only thing of true value any man has, the voice is a lot easier to crush then.
Red eyes finally glance on Stede, and he can't help the small blush. Maybe if his tutors had been a little more like this, he wouldn't feel the need to murder everyone. Well, that was what they'd wanted, wasn't it?
He sheathes the sword and bows, although all the hair on the back of his neck is standing on end. Nobuanga can't help poking his tongue out to the side. "You should see me actually dance."
Standing back up, he rubs the back of his neck nervously. All of his nerves are still screaming in fury at him, but it's okay. No one's hurt. He didn't kill anyone. "Please..." He said the word again! Fine, it's a special one for Stede. Nobunaga will just literally kill anyone else who expects this special exception! "Do not duel anyone else from my lands... I'm the Demon King, yes. But being Demon King means I have the most pride. The others are not so conceited." He closes his eyes and sighs... and slowly laughs... a very very small one. "When the Portuguese first came, they told me it was a big problem with trading with us, how most samurai and ronin were quick to take offense and couldn't be reasoned with easily, but I don't think I truly understood their point of view until just now." A small head bow.
He needs some candy.
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"Well we shall see where the world takes me. A pirate such as myself must take whatever challenge is his fancy!" He salutes the man then slides his sword back home.
"And samurai aren't the only one who can take offense easily. Pride is one thing, but if you allow it to be so easily pricked, just about anyone can get under your skin."
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"That is not a problem for them. Part of their pride is falling upon their own swords as needed. Better that, they think, than the shame that could dishonor family names." A small headshake. Such a waste. "When a samurai's pride pops, it's like a cannonball. Kaboom."
He sucks hard on the lollipop, thinking some more. "What year are you from? If I have my way, and I usually do." Except with Stede, you asshole! "Perhaps they won't be so bad." The daimyo forced to bend, the samurai no longer able to kill peasants. Nobunaga's not completely sure it'd be any easier for pirates though. Neither Hideyoshi nor Ieyasu had as much fascination with the world beyond Japan's borders like Oda, and therefore, would be much less inclined to humor pirates purely for trade purposes.