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Singapore; <P is for Pheonix>
Topic Started: May 11 2008, 03:58 PM (167 Views)
Edward Teach	May 11 2008, 03:58 PM Post #1
Keeper of the Code Posts: 0 Group: Members Member #4,683 Joined: April 27, 2008	His boots slammed into the waterlogged walkway with an audible thud, the wood planks creaking underneath him. All around him were thieves and pirates of the nastiest sorts. This is where one came when they wanted the least honorable scum to become part of your crew. But that wasn't why the Pirate had come. He had felt a pull at the back of his mind. Something that told him to come here, to this place, something linked to his past. Not many knew that the famed pirate had been the Guardian of Water, and calling on him now would get you nothing short of your gullet torn, and your blood spewing. He had no desire for the protests of those who had come begging for some detestable need for something or not. He had come up against some of the worst scum in the sea, and had robbed them of everything they had, ship, crew, and plunder. But still he felt the call, something older then himself, then anything he had touched. He guessed it was that infernal World Spirit, meddling in his life once more. He spat into the water that flowed beneath the walkways, showing his disgust with his former charge. He loved the sea, but to put it under ones command was not admirable, even for a pirate. Water was free, ever flowing, as ever changing as ones mood, but he felt it shouldn't be tamed by ones mood. Even Jones, the nefarious pirate who sailed the Flying Dutchman, and had claimed himself the sea, quavered under Black Beard's harsh glare. He had come far from being the Noble of Open Air Market. He began walking forward, each foot fall heavy, and the walkway groaning beneath him. His axes hoisted upon his belt in their usual place. The sun didn't sign in Singapore, the air to clouded with firework smoke, and tobacco trails. Prostitutes gripped poles, showing off their low cut dresses, and gathering a man in weakness of mind and body to spend his hard gained gold upon their visage. Edward enjoyed the clothes he was wearing this day. A leather coat, dyed dark blue, nearly purple, a black tunic beneath that, tucked into a pair of brown trousers. His black boots, which fit half way over his shins were pulled in place. "Look lively men. Get what you have come for, and then get back on the ship. This won't take long." His blue eyes narrowed as his crew ventured off for different areas of Singapore. He turned, looking in the direction he was being pulled in, any further and he thought he would run into the bathhouses, but that was fine by him. He began walking across the bridge that spanned the waterway, pushing a large round man out of his way. The man fell over the side of the narrow walkway, crashing through a small boat passing underneath, and pulling the person steering down into the black water with him.
	Shamshir Shortsword Still Water


Deleted User	May 12 2008, 06:01 PM Post #2
Deleted User	Her pace was much more silent as she trekked those same planks. An even pace, unhurried, aimless, it was her life now. Life, could it be called that anymore? Well she really didn't know. Then again she didn't know anything, a real blank slate one could say. But not completely blank, there were still some faded text in their amongst the blackboard. Somewhere, barely legible but if she really tried maybe sh could remember something. Any memory would do at this point. She couldn't recall what brought on the sudden pain at back and chest, the trouble breathing or the clouded sight. Death. It had been hers once. Power. This she could recall, if only vaguely. The waters beneath her heels seemed to alter their ebb and flow as she passed them by. As if uncertain, they churned silently, splashing against the walkway at random intervals. But when she passed by, they'd stopped. Odd, but it was something few would notice. She didn't even notice it. Instead her attentions were focused elsewhere. What ear remained twitched slightly, wolfish senses never dulling completely. A commotion, down towards the bridge ahead. She could hear the splash of water from here. There went her pace again, it was more hurried this time; curious. The wing of now undecipherable angelic heritage gave a twitch, as if she had the sudden urge for flight. But this passed quickly, she abruptly remembered that she had no such capability of flight anymore. Death had taken aways yet one more thing that she was only now figuring out. Ah well, she could walk fast enough when times required it. Her attentions drifted elsewhere, she found herself unable to focus these days. Even if 'these days' had been very few. Truth be told she couldn't remember how many days she had been walking. Just that she had been doing so for awhile now. Walking that is. Pheonix found herself at the arch of a bridge before she knew it, standing face to back with a tall man in, well for some reason she was sure it was pirate garb. A hand rose as she scratched the little remains of an ear, before she glanced up across the man's back. Her gaze soon drifted down to the men flailing about in the water, if she'd had any power herself she would have helped them. But she had no power. Not anymore. Instead she only had words to fight with. Not always effective, but not even death could change the fact that Pheonix always spoke her mind. "You should watch where you're going." She spoke to the pirate's back, her tone edged with a slight chiding nature.
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