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May 4, 2006 21:04:42 GMT -5
Post by ranjit on May 4, 2006 21:04:42 GMT -5
Ranjit took his boat out onto the water. It floated."It floats haha now I can do whatever I want." He glided it across the waters perfectly.
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May 27, 2006 16:48:11 GMT -5
Post by Chicory Rue on May 27, 2006 16:48:11 GMT -5
In the adjacent boat (a rickety sort of schooner), a large female badger is leaning over the railing, green in the face and looking decidedly queasy. "Blarugaaargh..." she croaks, holding her stomach and leaning even farther over the railing.
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May 27, 2006 20:06:59 GMT -5
Post by Finbar Bellamy on May 27, 2006 20:06:59 GMT -5
Finbar had wanted a boat, and he had got one. Not the kind he had been hoping for, though.
His shoulders ached as he rowed, pushing the oars back and forth, up and down, in a steady but painful rhythm. At least I'm on the water, he kept reminding himself. It'll keep me fit. It was true, the weasel didn't want to lose his okay-looking physique. Still, he wished for a true sailboat, the kind he had grown up on.
What do you know, my wish is granted.
Grinning, Fin rowed closer to the sailboat he had spotted. Two boats, what did you know! He sure was lucky today. Pirating for all those seasons had paid off, and he hoped he could pull off a good hijacking.
Fin sized up the two vessels and their occupants as he neared them. One of the boats was occupied by a seasick, female badger. Fin hated and feared badgers, but this one didn't look especially formidable, certainly not in her current state. Fin knew the ship she was on would probably be the easier target, depending on what the other boat held. He turned his head to the vessel. It was of much better quality than the other...and was surprised to see a familiar weasel manning the helm. Ran-something, the one that had gotten angry with him during the recruiting. Fin smiled.
The badger's boat would be easier, but the weasel's boat would be more satisfying. Just to think of the look on that idiot's face when he...but no, he wasn't thinking, was he? The other weasel would most certainly be carrying weapons. Fin imagined himself leaping over the side of Ran-whatever's boat, getting his stomach sliced open. Just like poor Grimefang so many years ago....
Stop being such a coward! He was close to the two boats now. He'd have to make a decision, then a move.
To hell with it. He abandoned his shabby rowboat for Ran-thing's sailboat, leaping and gripping the painter with both paws. Using the short rope to pull himself onto the other weasel's vessel, he catapulted toward Ran...Jit! That was it...waving his cutlass and roaring fearsomely.
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May 27, 2006 21:07:58 GMT -5
Post by ranjit on May 27, 2006 21:07:58 GMT -5
Ranjit was concerned for Rova,he then heard a furious yell so he turned swiftly. It was Finbar trying to fight him.So the coward has come out to play. This will be....... fun. Ranjit cooly sidestepped as Finbar came at him. Ranjit drew one of his daggers.
OOC:Hey, after this fight do you think we'll be friends? I really don't like not liking someone. Like in Rakkety Tam, Doogy plum and that hare they weren't friends until the boxing match. If you haven't read the book then I'm sorry.
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May 27, 2006 21:49:58 GMT -5
Post by Finbar Bellamy on May 27, 2006 21:49:58 GMT -5
((Mm. Dunno. Fin doesn't really like beasts like Ranjit. Not your fault of course, just the way the characters are, or the way I see them right now. I don't like not liking someone either, most of the time, but in rping, it can make things much more interesting than if everyone likes each other. In real life, not everyone will always get along, as you know, and I like to have rping relatively similar to real life, in some aspects.))
Finbar began to have misgivings when he saw that Ranjit wasn't afraid. The weasel was a bully sometimes (except when he was too scared to try) and the first thing bullies look for is fear. He wasn't feeling it.
He whirled as he passed Ranjit, his claws scraping the deck. He heard the scrape of metal against sheath as he turned, and spotted a flash of silver - Ranjit had drawn a weapon. What kind of weapon, he didn't know, couldn't see yet. Couldn't ever see anything when fighting, just blurs, flashes, here and there. He wasn't a great fighter, he knew that. He could never concentrate, and he didn't have the courage. He would more likely than not end up losing this fight, and he knew it. Would Ranjit actually kill him? This island had more laws than he was used to, probably outlawed murder, and the weasel was a sort of upstanding citizen, right? I mean, he up and volunteered for that recruiting thing...but were army duties another thing entirely when it came to honor?
These thoughts hit him all at once in the split second he used to turn, and in the same instant he cut them all out, blinding them with his own will. No! He had to win this fight. Prove to himself that bravado could be used in the stead of true courage.
Finbar used the momentum from the quick turn to send him straight towards Ranjit, slashing at the weasel's throat.
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May 28, 2006 16:52:37 GMT -5
Post by Chicory Rue on May 28, 2006 16:52:37 GMT -5
From the other boat, Chicory Rue notices the fight going on between Ranjit and Finbar. Rue was in fact feeling much better, having taken a brief nap below deck, though she was still feeling a bit queasy. However, she felt well enough to get up and steer her schooner closer towards the boat where all the ruckus was going on, intending to help Ranjit.
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May 28, 2006 21:23:47 GMT -5
Post by ranjit on May 28, 2006 21:23:47 GMT -5
Ranjit saw a plan formulating in Fin's mind. He ducked swiftly onto all fours as Finbar came at him. He swung his foot around trying to kick Fin's leg out from under him.
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May 29, 2006 11:58:22 GMT -5
Post by Finbar Bellamy on May 29, 2006 11:58:22 GMT -5
Fin jumped, but was too off balance to really dodge the blow. Ranjit's footpaw collided with his left footpaw, and he stumbled forward onto the weasel, his cutlass aimed downwards to stab at Ranjit's exposed back. Falling was usually not a good thing during a fight, but at least Fin could still cause injury to his opponent, in this case.
Peripheral vision helped him notice the other boat move closer, as he fell onto Ranjit. The one with the badger on it? The last thing he needed was for her to come join this. She may have been female, but he knew from experience that female badgers could do just as much damage as male ones.
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May 29, 2006 13:03:07 GMT -5
Post by Chicory Rue on May 29, 2006 13:03:07 GMT -5
Rue bites her lip, impatiently urging her boat onwards. Luck is with her- a huge gust of wind rounds out the sails of her schooner, and it scoots in the direction of the other boat like a duck across water. In a minute or two, she'd be close enough to jump aboard the other vessel.
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May 29, 2006 19:44:15 GMT -5
Post by ranjit on May 29, 2006 19:44:15 GMT -5
Ranjit felt his footpaw connect with Fin's.Ha. That should make him second guess himself. he thought with a smile. His smile soon turned into an expression of anguish. Fin had fallen right on him with his cutlass blade exposed. "ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!" Roared Ranjit. "I'll do ya for that one." he said determindly.
He tried to roll Fin off him so he could stand properly. He was formulating a new plan. I can't kill him, I would be put in jail but maybe I could knock him out.
OOC:I didn't godmode did I?
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May 31, 2006 9:22:35 GMT -5
Post by Finbar Bellamy on May 31, 2006 9:22:35 GMT -5
((Nope, you're fine.))
Fin rolled off of Ranjit sideways, almost giddy with having drawn blood. He fell into a crouching position, and waited for a second, watching Ranjit carefully. The weasel had almost entirely forgotten about the other boat drawing up alongside.
Without warning, Finbar jumped at Ranjit's face, slashing at the weasel's stomach hard and fast. As he did that, he brought his knee up, straight into where Ranjit's thigh meets with his hip.
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May 31, 2006 12:40:56 GMT -5
Post by Chicory Rue on May 31, 2006 12:40:56 GMT -5
Rue bellows thunderously in anticipation- she had finally come close enough to leap aboard the other boat. Abandoning the steering wheel, the badger roars, backs up a distance, and charges, pouncing spread-eagled at the last moment so that she lands with a tremendous thud on the deck of the other ship.
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