Entry tags:
PERMISSIONS
NAME. Marquis de Carabas
CANON. Neverwhere
OOC PREFERENCES.
IC CHARACTERISTICS.
IC PERMISSIONS.
CANON. Neverwhere
OOC PREFERENCES.
→ CONTACT: My plurk (passiones) is always open for friendage, or PMs work too!
→ FOURTH WALLING / CANON PUNCTURE: Canon puncture's fine, fourth-walling no.
→ BACKTAGGING: Hell yes!
→ THREADJACKING: Fuck yeah!
→ OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS: Sexual assault/abuse and rape are difficult subjects for me OOCly, as is disordered eating. Please PM me if you think they are going to come up.
→ PREFERRED GENDER PRONOUND: She/her/hers is fine!
IC CHARACTERISTICS.
→ CURRENT CANON POINT: After Islington's sent to the void.
→ PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: The marquis is of slightly taller than average height and reasonably built, although it's physically obvious that he's a runner rather than a fighter. Canonically he tends to dress in the fanciest clothes he can scavenge, although they tend to be tattered (obviously); on the Barge, he'll dress as well as he can given the circumstances, although he might try to blend in a little bit more on occasion, wearing a slightly-too-dressy shirt as opposed to a big flashy coat, for example.
→ DEMEANOR: The marquis exudes both a sense of quickness and capability and a sense of madness. He's always in motion, especially when thinking, and his eyes tend to move around a room more than is normal. He is described as acting and moving like a cat - smooth, quick, and above all smug. He will cut you down verbally in an instant rather than listen to what you have to say, and would much rather travel alone than in a group.
→ ABILITIES: He is of slightly higher than average physical strength, but has no supernatural powers in the Barge.
→ MEDICAL INFORMATION: Nothing unusual.
→ CABIN INFORMATION: 4-19. His room contains an empty swathe of sewer, relatively clean but with no bed or furnishings. Various belongings are tucked into crevasses in the walls, and there is a pile of blankets in a slightly larger crevasse.
→ OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS: He might be sensitive to the subject of his own death, but other than that nothing's likely to bother him.
IC PERMISSIONS.
→ PHYSICAL AFFECTION: He'll respond by shoving you off in all likelihood, but go for it anyway.
→ MENTAL: Please PM about specifics, but broadly yes.
→ MIMICRY: Go for it! But PM me.
→ PHYSICAL VIOLENCE: Absolutely.
→ PSYCHOLOGICAL VIOLENCE: Do it. PM me about the triggers I mentioned above or if it will have long-term effects, but otherwise let's go nuts.
→ MAGIC: PM me!
→ DEBATE: Go for it!
→ CHARACTER DEATH: PM me, but probably!
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hmd; tlv & teleios
crit on de carabas? i always want to be better with him, so please feel free to drop me a line anytime. all comments screened.
anon policy here.
19 ɂ spam & text; fin.
( private messages & spam )
text } public
[The marquis de Carabas is not in the habit of goodbyes; certainly not to a population that he is not, as a whole, fond of. This is what he gives instead, as a gift, or something.]
There are a hundred thousand ways to die, a hundred thousand traditions of death, a hundred thousand death gods. The people who know all of them are probably dead. [Which is fitting enough.] But death isn't exactly real.
An image can die. A person can die. But they don't have to.
There was a monstrous giant named Goëmagot, set by fate or one or the other's stupidity against Corineus in what is now Cornwall. He slaughtered a number of men who are forgotten by history and then was captured, by some miracle, by Corineus, who wanted to wrestle him, to best him. Goëmagot broke three of Corineus's ribs; then Corineus threw him into the sea, and Goëmagot died. That place is called Lam Goëgamot - Goëgamot's Leap - probably to rub it in.
So the giant was dead. But remembered alongside Corineus, which was probably not the man's intention. Corineus is, in fact, inextricably tied with the story of the monster now. And somewhere under the ground two very tall men walk hand in hand, and we call them Gog and Magog, because that's what they're called. That's what they've always been called.
That's what death is.
[And that's all.]
[There may be a point, but there is no moral.]
text } public
[The marquis de Carabas is not in the habit of goodbyes; certainly not to a population that he is not, as a whole, fond of. This is what he gives instead, as a gift, or something.]
There are a hundred thousand ways to die, a hundred thousand traditions of death, a hundred thousand death gods. The people who know all of them are probably dead. [Which is fitting enough.] But death isn't exactly real.
An image can die. A person can die. But they don't have to.
There was a monstrous giant named Goëmagot, set by fate or one or the other's stupidity against Corineus in what is now Cornwall. He slaughtered a number of men who are forgotten by history and then was captured, by some miracle, by Corineus, who wanted to wrestle him, to best him. Goëmagot broke three of Corineus's ribs; then Corineus threw him into the sea, and Goëmagot died. That place is called Lam Goëgamot - Goëgamot's Leap - probably to rub it in.
So the giant was dead. But remembered alongside Corineus, which was probably not the man's intention. Corineus is, in fact, inextricably tied with the story of the monster now. And somewhere under the ground two very tall men walk hand in hand, and we call them Gog and Magog, because that's what they're called. That's what they've always been called.
That's what death is.
[And that's all.]
[There may be a point, but there is no moral.]
Entry tags:
- ahhhh!!!!!,
- allegedly beautiful of mind,
- below had advantages,
- cat/rat/cream/canary,
- emotions are for richards,
- feeling a feeling,
- ooh london ooh,
- people to save/damage,
- pissing people off (like a boss),
- survival of the fittest,
- the best place on earth,
- the miller's son doesn't matter,
- the miller's son is dead,
- this is a fine business opportunity,
- what is friendliness,
- widdershins motherfucker
18 ɂ text & spam
text, day one of port
[Text, because sound can be a quick recipe for disaster in a place like this; sent out as soon as the thrumming in his bones tells him where they've come. This is profitable, he thinks, but does not advertise this line of thought as blatantly as he once might have.]
This has been my home for hundreds of years, and I know how to survive.
[That's all. He'll let people come to him, or he'll go to them - or let it stand as a boast.]
spam, throughout port & wibbly time
[There isn't time to touch every part of London Below as he wants to. He must skim everything, getting a blurry view of what he's known for so long without the ability to zoom in.]
[He stays at Market from start to finish, trying to ascertain whether or not he is a stranger in this Below (and he is, which stings in a way that a lost connection to a person never has), and then blending in terrifically well. He trades for Knacks and nightmares, notable as the man walking around Regents Park with a sack of sweaters slung over his shoulder. If there are alliances to make, he makes them, because time is obviously of the essence.]
[Then he hops trains, one after another after another for a full day. The sound of their movement makes him smile in a way that almost isn't mean, but not quite,]
[Other than that, he can be found in the light places and the dark, from the perpetual twilight under Mornington Crescent to the bright animal dim of Oxford Circus to the dimmest and most familiar sewer; he acquaints himself with everyone he can from the Barge who now think they belong here. He learns who they would have been if circumstances had been different, and likes them better as a result of this possibility.]
[Text, because sound can be a quick recipe for disaster in a place like this; sent out as soon as the thrumming in his bones tells him where they've come. This is profitable, he thinks, but does not advertise this line of thought as blatantly as he once might have.]
This has been my home for hundreds of years, and I know how to survive.
[That's all. He'll let people come to him, or he'll go to them - or let it stand as a boast.]
spam, throughout port & wibbly time
[There isn't time to touch every part of London Below as he wants to. He must skim everything, getting a blurry view of what he's known for so long without the ability to zoom in.]
[He stays at Market from start to finish, trying to ascertain whether or not he is a stranger in this Below (and he is, which stings in a way that a lost connection to a person never has), and then blending in terrifically well. He trades for Knacks and nightmares, notable as the man walking around Regents Park with a sack of sweaters slung over his shoulder. If there are alliances to make, he makes them, because time is obviously of the essence.]
[Then he hops trains, one after another after another for a full day. The sound of their movement makes him smile in a way that almost isn't mean, but not quite,]
[Other than that, he can be found in the light places and the dark, from the perpetual twilight under Mornington Crescent to the bright animal dim of Oxford Circus to the dimmest and most familiar sewer; he acquaints himself with everyone he can from the Barge who now think they belong here. He learns who they would have been if circumstances had been different, and likes them better as a result of this possibility.]
Entry tags:
- a trap to lure the curious,
- actively participating in shit i guess,
- bees!,
- but seriously,
- cat/rat/cream/canary,
- dean "through the cracks" winchester,
- emperor of what exactly,
- everyone is stupid except for me,
- homesick 4eva,
- sarcasm is default,
- snow white is also a fairytale,
- this is a fine business opportunity
17 ɂ text & spam & video
spam } roundabout
[There are two rats. Neither of them have names but what are known to themselves, and both of them were, until recently, terrifically annoyed at being removed from their perfectly amenable existence and deposited on the Barge, where there are no other rats and also no real gravity (the kind that exists they don't wholly believe in).]
[After a significant period of negotiation, a deal has been struck: they will stay, for the purposes of errands, company, and general nuisancing, in exchange for food and protection. As such, the marquis de Carabas has placed a charm on them, so that should anyone or anything threaten them, they grow to twice the size of the threat.]
[They run around on their own a decent portion of the time, but it's more energy-efficient to ride with the marquis, so he can be seen more or less everywhere he goes with a rat on his shoulder or in one of his multitudinous pockets. The CES is a dimly-lit forest when he visits, drifting mist obscuring one's view of the path ahead, and he consults with them on the most interesting direction in which to proceed. On deck, they run the railing ahead of him and pause to criticize the others on board with their beady eyes. In the halls, they scuttle from door to door underfoot, tails twitching, seeking out shadows. In the gardens, he tends to the beehive in a distant sort of way and will definitely not tell anyone how he knows how to do this. The rats keep away in his pocket for this period, because they were not born yesterday, thank you.]
( private; snow & dean )
video } public
[The aforementioned rats are sitting both on one shoulder, looking with an air of intense disapproval at the communicator. Technology: fuck it. The marquis looks amused at their annoyance, as he generally does whenever anybody is annoyed about anything. At least it's friendly amusement.]
What's always baffled me about this place is how inorganic it is. No - pests. [One of them looks at him with extreme displeasure. He shrugs. What?] An ordinary ship would pick something up at port, especially with all the cargo taken on. Even for a ship that's not technically a ship, enough other things come on board - entire alternate universes, for example - this level of sterility is impractically perfect.
And boring.
At least there are bees now.
( ooc; THERE IS A BEEHIVE IN THE GARDENS NOW, I JUST FORGOT TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT, THE MARQUIS AND THE EMPEROR STOLE A BEEHIVE. yep. )
[There are two rats. Neither of them have names but what are known to themselves, and both of them were, until recently, terrifically annoyed at being removed from their perfectly amenable existence and deposited on the Barge, where there are no other rats and also no real gravity (the kind that exists they don't wholly believe in).]
[After a significant period of negotiation, a deal has been struck: they will stay, for the purposes of errands, company, and general nuisancing, in exchange for food and protection. As such, the marquis de Carabas has placed a charm on them, so that should anyone or anything threaten them, they grow to twice the size of the threat.]
[They run around on their own a decent portion of the time, but it's more energy-efficient to ride with the marquis, so he can be seen more or less everywhere he goes with a rat on his shoulder or in one of his multitudinous pockets. The CES is a dimly-lit forest when he visits, drifting mist obscuring one's view of the path ahead, and he consults with them on the most interesting direction in which to proceed. On deck, they run the railing ahead of him and pause to criticize the others on board with their beady eyes. In the halls, they scuttle from door to door underfoot, tails twitching, seeking out shadows. In the gardens, he tends to the beehive in a distant sort of way and will definitely not tell anyone how he knows how to do this. The rats keep away in his pocket for this period, because they were not born yesterday, thank you.]
( private; snow & dean )
video } public
[The aforementioned rats are sitting both on one shoulder, looking with an air of intense disapproval at the communicator. Technology: fuck it. The marquis looks amused at their annoyance, as he generally does whenever anybody is annoyed about anything. At least it's friendly amusement.]
What's always baffled me about this place is how inorganic it is. No - pests. [One of them looks at him with extreme displeasure. He shrugs. What?] An ordinary ship would pick something up at port, especially with all the cargo taken on. Even for a ship that's not technically a ship, enough other things come on board - entire alternate universes, for example - this level of sterility is impractically perfect.
And boring.
At least there are bees now.
( ooc; THERE IS A BEEHIVE IN THE GARDENS NOW, I JUST FORGOT TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT, THE MARQUIS AND THE EMPEROR STOLE A BEEHIVE. yep. )
Entry tags:
- allegedly beautiful of mind,
- bees!,
- being a villain is actually terrible,
- dean "through the cracks" winchester,
- dean is not my friend,
- does not compute,
- everyone is stupid except for me,
- gdi admiral,
- iris wildthyme doesn't suck,
- liberte egalite fraternihahahaha,
- management will hear about this,
- s e r i o u s l y,
- sabertooth's a little on the nose,
- security ned,
- snow white is also a fairytale,
- sometimes you people give him a headache,
- temple and arch and fucksticks,
- this r srs barge,
- what's wrong with being an asshole,
- wtf prefect
16 ɂ list & spam
( gift list )
flood spam } all over!
[The Mouse King is here to wreck your shit. Or at least attempt to wreck it, then disappear and leave you in utter confusion about whether he will, in the end, wreck it or not. There are some people - particularly Princes and their Soldiers - whom he will give a harder time than others, but mostly he'll be attempting to gather minions and waving a sword around like an idiot.]
[Find him anywhere, but particularly jousting at nothing on deck, causing pointless destruction in the gym, and stealing cheese and crackers in the dining hall. Also challenging various people to battles to the death.]
flood spam } all over!
[The Mouse King is here to wreck your shit. Or at least attempt to wreck it, then disappear and leave you in utter confusion about whether he will, in the end, wreck it or not. There are some people - particularly Princes and their Soldiers - whom he will give a harder time than others, but mostly he'll be attempting to gather minions and waving a sword around like an idiot.]
[Find him anywhere, but particularly jousting at nothing on deck, causing pointless destruction in the gym, and stealing cheese and crackers in the dining hall. Also challenging various people to battles to the death.]
15 ɂ spam & private
spam } deck
[The Evil Queen as a trope has become somewhat . . . overused, the marquis de Carabas believes. Admittedly he's biased. He much prefers stories with neither villains nor heroes, just incredibly stupid people being taken advantage of.]
[There is also the small matter of his other bias, but it need hardly be mentioned. The talon marks up and down his arms and cheeks should speak for themselves.]
[He still doesn't consider himself a hero. Certainly not brave. But there is something in him not previously as extinguished as he'd hoped that has been shored up by his time on this vessel. He isn't stronger, he's weaker. It's just that his weak is very different from other people's.]
[He protects those whom he has come to care for, in particular those too stupid to have sense or too slow and weak to be able to fight back. He has some of his magic, but not much, enough for parlor tricks and distractions, for small traps. He uses it sparingly. His warden will take it away if it becomes a nuisance to her.]
[And his warden has instructed him to persuade others toward the door, so that she might stab them in the back and take it. This bores him, frankly. There are things he'd rather be doing, such as literally anything else, and it just proves her cowardice. But he knows how to pick his battles.]
[So he waits by the door, either inspecting it or merely spending time in its presence, for much of the day. This serves her purposes, but it serves his own, too. He knows that this isn't what everyone claims it to be. He is, after all, owed a favor by a young woman who could get here if she really wanted to.]
( private to anyone not of this barge )
( ooc; mirrorquis is from a post-canon pull point, after rejoining door in her efforts to find her sister and unite the underside. feel free to assume your character is/has been on his informational network, or is/has been protected by the marquis and his depressing winchester sidekick. ALSO SORRY IF YOUR CHARACTER IS UNAFFECTED AND I FORGOT i still luv u this is open to them to. )
[The Evil Queen as a trope has become somewhat . . . overused, the marquis de Carabas believes. Admittedly he's biased. He much prefers stories with neither villains nor heroes, just incredibly stupid people being taken advantage of.]
[There is also the small matter of his other bias, but it need hardly be mentioned. The talon marks up and down his arms and cheeks should speak for themselves.]
[He still doesn't consider himself a hero. Certainly not brave. But there is something in him not previously as extinguished as he'd hoped that has been shored up by his time on this vessel. He isn't stronger, he's weaker. It's just that his weak is very different from other people's.]
[He protects those whom he has come to care for, in particular those too stupid to have sense or too slow and weak to be able to fight back. He has some of his magic, but not much, enough for parlor tricks and distractions, for small traps. He uses it sparingly. His warden will take it away if it becomes a nuisance to her.]
[And his warden has instructed him to persuade others toward the door, so that she might stab them in the back and take it. This bores him, frankly. There are things he'd rather be doing, such as literally anything else, and it just proves her cowardice. But he knows how to pick his battles.]
[So he waits by the door, either inspecting it or merely spending time in its presence, for much of the day. This serves her purposes, but it serves his own, too. He knows that this isn't what everyone claims it to be. He is, after all, owed a favor by a young woman who could get here if she really wanted to.]
( private to anyone not of this barge )
( ooc; mirrorquis is from a post-canon pull point, after rejoining door in her efforts to find her sister and unite the underside. feel free to assume your character is/has been on his informational network, or is/has been protected by the marquis and his depressing winchester sidekick. ALSO SORRY IF YOUR CHARACTER IS UNAFFECTED AND I FORGOT i still luv u this is open to them to. )
Entry tags:
- basically a pirate anyway,
- business as usual,
- dean "through the cracks" winchester,
- dean is not my friend,
- freebie with tenth richard,
- god children suck,
- making my way up in the world!!,
- marcus cardona is not my real name,
- nobody knows my real name,
- ooh london ooh,
- ooh oxford ooh??,
- pissing people off (like a boss),
- richard means baby you guys,
- snow white is also a fairytale,
- temple and arch and fucksticks,
- the miller's son is dead
13 ɂ spam
[As a child, Marcus called himself a marquis. He did this as a way of laying claim to his territory, which, in his opinion, was the entirety not just of Oxford but of England as a whole. It's his, always has been.]
[As an adult, with a cleaner face and more deliberately false manners, he has learned to claim it in different ways.]
[Marcus Cardona is a smuggler, and this is a poorly-kept secret. He has allies and enemies in strange places. He has currently made an enemy of the Church (to which he has never been particularly attached; religion disconcerts him, as does the concept of faith in general) for refusing to commit certain unsavory acts of smuggling. The General Oblation Board seems like thinly-disguised sadism. And really - why hide oneself under the guise of religiosity, when in truth all you want to do is prod things to see what they do?]
[There is also the unfortunate fact that he now has several children in his custody - slightly stolen, or taken under false pretenses at least - none of which he considers to be even halfway decent company.]
( spam | dean winchester & snow white )
[Later in the day, he can be found at the docks, unloading his slightly less illegal cargo; later still, he is at the market, delivering said cargo to vendors. None of them look at him with particular enthusiasm, and many don't even meet his eye. That might, of course, have something to do with Catalina, whose piercing eye belies Marcus's casual, flamboyant demeanor. She looks ruthless, as though she would gladly break the taboo against touch to sink her beak into a danger to herself or to Marcus. This is part - though only part - of why he is feared.]
[As an adult, with a cleaner face and more deliberately false manners, he has learned to claim it in different ways.]
[Marcus Cardona is a smuggler, and this is a poorly-kept secret. He has allies and enemies in strange places. He has currently made an enemy of the Church (to which he has never been particularly attached; religion disconcerts him, as does the concept of faith in general) for refusing to commit certain unsavory acts of smuggling. The General Oblation Board seems like thinly-disguised sadism. And really - why hide oneself under the guise of religiosity, when in truth all you want to do is prod things to see what they do?]
[There is also the unfortunate fact that he now has several children in his custody - slightly stolen, or taken under false pretenses at least - none of which he considers to be even halfway decent company.]
( spam | dean winchester & snow white )
[Later in the day, he can be found at the docks, unloading his slightly less illegal cargo; later still, he is at the market, delivering said cargo to vendors. None of them look at him with particular enthusiasm, and many don't even meet his eye. That might, of course, have something to do with Catalina, whose piercing eye belies Marcus's casual, flamboyant demeanor. She looks ruthless, as though she would gladly break the taboo against touch to sink her beak into a danger to herself or to Marcus. This is part - though only part - of why he is feared.]
12 ɂ voice
[The crackle of the atmosphere's static so close to the first lightning strike is enough to disguise the marquis's eager anticipation. Mostly. Those who know him very very well (and there are few enough of those) might notice a slight tonal uptick in the middle of his sentences. But that's all.]
I'm familiar enough with this type of environment that should-- [static] --require assistance of a protective or informative capacity-- [static] --available-- [static] --appropriate payment.
private } dean, later
[Okay, now he's definitely excited.]
I've-- [static] --at the beach. [static] --now.
( ooc; open to spam literally whenever wherever. he will be all over. all the time. in yo grill. )
I'm familiar enough with this type of environment that should-- [static] --require assistance of a protective or informative capacity-- [static] --available-- [static] --appropriate payment.
private } dean, later
[Okay, now he's definitely excited.]
I've-- [static] --at the beach. [static] --now.
( ooc; open to spam literally whenever wherever. he will be all over. all the time. in yo grill. )
11 ɂ open spam
[It's been so many years since the marquis was young that he'd almost forgotten what it was like. He had been so small, ill-fed and underweight, and so easily broken. Which, really, explains a lot about what he's become - none of which he particularly wanted explained to the Barge as a whole.]
[To distract himself somewhat from this unfortunate reality, he has begun work on a compendium of stories, as he has nothing else to do with his time. Much of his work is done in the library, but much is also done in the CES, which becomes, variously, an abandoned city in a mishmash of styles, a thick, temperate, and foggy hardwood forest, and a riverside. He works mostly from memory and attempts comprehensiveness, though his writings as late veer toward tales of the trickster.]
[To distract himself somewhat from this unfortunate reality, he has begun work on a compendium of stories, as he has nothing else to do with his time. Much of his work is done in the library, but much is also done in the CES, which becomes, variously, an abandoned city in a mishmash of styles, a thick, temperate, and foggy hardwood forest, and a riverside. He works mostly from memory and attempts comprehensiveness, though his writings as late veer toward tales of the trickster.]
o9 ɂ spam
[After waking up from his coma, the marquis de Carabas lies low for several days. He considers the nature of this place, the things that it does, the ways that it manipulates its passengers. The ways that these passengers theorize about the nature of the Barge in order to make some sense of a nonsensical place. Also: the fact that people in general are so eager for sense.]
[He considers the fact that he is on his own, that the book he was brought has been read through several times, that his eyes hurt and he's tired, but unwilling to sleep. Also: that people do like their theories.]
[And he decides to collect some. Or at least perform a social experiment.]
[He leaves his door ajar, revealing the interior to the level 4 hallway. There is no odor; there's also no natural light, though he does leave one lamp burning in the door to the left tunnel.]
[Then he leaves. He walks, and occasionally circles back to his door to see if anything's been caught.]
[He considers the fact that he is on his own, that the book he was brought has been read through several times, that his eyes hurt and he's tired, but unwilling to sleep. Also: that people do like their theories.]
[And he decides to collect some. Or at least perform a social experiment.]
[He leaves his door ajar, revealing the interior to the level 4 hallway. There is no odor; there's also no natural light, though he does leave one lamp burning in the door to the left tunnel.]
[Then he leaves. He walks, and occasionally circles back to his door to see if anything's been caught.]
o8 ɂ voice + spam
filtered | passengers & crew of the redeemer
It seems we've made landing. I have no authority to advise one way or another, of course, but if I did have it, I'd suggest passengers stick to the beach and leave exploration of the island to more experienced fighters.
Of course, if you're stupid enough to do anything else I can't be held responsible. Again: no authority. It's nice how that works out sometimes.
Really, though, I'd suggest engaging with the enemy as soon as possible. Otherwise, they're liable to get the drop on us.
filtered | crew of the rage
This seems as good a time as any to take advantage. Just don't involve me. I still have a few things to take care of before I leave this illustrious company.
spam
[The marquis - as he calls himself - or Boots - as he's occasionally called - or other four-letter words that have occasionally been applied, it's all up to you - he does not stick to the beach. There was never any chance that he might. Instead, he makes a beeline for the center of the forest, circles around, and makes a wide sweep. He wants to cover all ground, just in case.]
[Just in case of what, you ask?]
[Just in case of everything.]
spam | loki; nebulously backdated to last week
[Loki is not his type of person, really. He's loud. He's entitled, but not in a tremendously clever way. And yet he does have a certain style that can, in certain circumstances, be effective.]
[He also has one very specific enemy, his warden, and anyone who interacts with her positively seems in danger of retribution. It's a blunt, but interesting, tactic. Which is why the marquis seeks him out. Just to test, see what he's like.]
( OOC, FOR BREACH: the marquis is a member of the crew of the redeemer. he is also a spy. just spyin' up on y'all. really he's a pirate. and nobody was surprised. )
It seems we've made landing. I have no authority to advise one way or another, of course, but if I did have it, I'd suggest passengers stick to the beach and leave exploration of the island to more experienced fighters.
Of course, if you're stupid enough to do anything else I can't be held responsible. Again: no authority. It's nice how that works out sometimes.
Really, though, I'd suggest engaging with the enemy as soon as possible. Otherwise, they're liable to get the drop on us.
filtered | crew of the rage
This seems as good a time as any to take advantage. Just don't involve me. I still have a few things to take care of before I leave this illustrious company.
spam
[The marquis - as he calls himself - or Boots - as he's occasionally called - or other four-letter words that have occasionally been applied, it's all up to you - he does not stick to the beach. There was never any chance that he might. Instead, he makes a beeline for the center of the forest, circles around, and makes a wide sweep. He wants to cover all ground, just in case.]
[Just in case of what, you ask?]
[Just in case of everything.]
spam | loki; nebulously backdated to last week
[Loki is not his type of person, really. He's loud. He's entitled, but not in a tremendously clever way. And yet he does have a certain style that can, in certain circumstances, be effective.]
[He also has one very specific enemy, his warden, and anyone who interacts with her positively seems in danger of retribution. It's a blunt, but interesting, tactic. Which is why the marquis seeks him out. Just to test, see what he's like.]
( OOC, FOR BREACH: the marquis is a member of the crew of the redeemer. he is also a spy. just spyin' up on y'all. really he's a pirate. and nobody was surprised. )