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Post by Socatoa on Jan 8, 2007 17:05:04 GMT -5
*Socatoa signaled to Tritan to stop sawing because there were new arrivals to the group. As they stopped, Socatoa cast her gaze at Omorro. Her hate of ferrets was once again,set to a higher flame as the head sea beast strode into the building site. She looked at him with contempt and turned to the newly arrived Terra. It was hard to understand the wolf as she spoke in her odd word form. Socatoa greeted the trio with a nod and then stared into the distance mulling many thoughts over in her mind.*
OCC: I dunno if you meant to speak like Yoda sorta, but I mentioned it anyway Terra.
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Clive
Recruit
Ranger
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Post by Clive on Jan 12, 2007 17:21:12 GMT -5
* Clive was following some tracks when he came upon the group on the shore. He watched for a while and figure out that they were in the process of building a boat. He walked over to them, thinking he could help.* 'Ello, there. May you be interested in my help building that there boat?
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Post by Tsarmina and Gingevere on Jan 13, 2007 18:53:31 GMT -5
**Tsarmina silently followed Clive Pearce. When Clive was done talking, she leaped behind him and greets everyone**
Hello there! I see that you are probably close to finishing that boat. I am guessing that you don't really need help building it since there is a bunch of beasts in here. Well, I'll stay if you need some help getting vittles or some such nonesense
OOC: Isn't the deep hatring of another species sort of.. i dunno. Racist? Eh.. Soca? Anyways, some ferrets are good creatures. Maybe Omorro is a ferret that you could trust. 'tis none of my concern, by the way.
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Post by Tritan on Jan 13, 2007 18:55:27 GMT -5
*Tritan saw all the members of the eager party come, one by one, but still tirelessly sawing on. He noticed Lars, noble as ever, stride into the small glade with an honourable look on his solemn features. The otter chuckled to himself, glad that Lars was volunteering to help progress in this tedious task.*
You lot you could use an extra set of paws. Mind if I help?
*Of course not, he thought. It wasn't like they were going to build a ship all by themselves. It actually was about time he arrived. After all, as Left Paw, Lars had some responsibilities to fill, such as helping with daily chores and all matter of tasks.*
You look like you could use an extra set of paws. Perhaps to smooth down the rough edges?
*Tritan was about to reply that that was only later that they would smooth them down, and that they were so unprepared they had scarcely an idea as to which type of ship it was to be, but it just happened to be Omorro, Head Seabeast, walking into the Boatbuilding Workshop. Just the beast they needed to define the type of ship that would be most useful for their clan. *
A ship, eh?
* Once more, his thoughts were cut off by the startling presence of a white wolf leaping out of a tree into the clearing. He remembered her, but her name he couldn't quite recall... Tella, Terria... Terra! That was it. It was quite unusual for a wolf to be climbing trees, but he shook off the thought and felt she was going to offer her help.*
Hmmm...what a nice ship that you are trying to construct...may I be of offer?
*He was surprised at the unexpected accent coming from between the lethal fangs that lined her jaw. He was thinking it to be more ferocious, but then again, wolves don't come out of trees that often either.*
'Ello, there. May you be interested in my help building that there boat?
*Still sawing automatically, he watched Clive offer his help and decided they would have their ship finished in no time. At this moment he saw Socatoa instruct him to stop. He did, most abruptly, sending sawdust flying in the air. He wiped his sweat--and-sawdust covered fur and fixed his gaze on each of the aspiring boatbuilders. He nodded to all of them and showed them a large box filled with tools, anging from chisels to debarkers, nails to sail-needles. He turned to Omorro, his gaze as cold as the ferret's.*
Yes, a ship. I hoped you might help us with the matter of the type of ship.
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Lars and Evil Sunfire
Left Paw 
Warrior / Ranger
I am the son of the White Knight. I am the lost one. Fear my cry.
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Post by Lars and Evil Sunfire on Jan 14, 2007 16:02:55 GMT -5
I'd personally say something that's sturdy, yet fast. A frigate perhaps?
**Lars grabed a spokeshave and started to clean the blade with an oiled cloth. Then, for no apparent reason, he glared at Omorro. It was as if he was saying At least I offered to help... More than what I can say for you... Ferret...**
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Post by Omorro on Jan 17, 2007 22:08:53 GMT -5
**The dark ferret glared coolly at Tritan once more, his lips tight. Before he was able to reply however, the mouse that stood so ready to help spoke up.**
"I'd personally say something that's sturdy, yet fast. A frigate perhaps?"
**Omorro was barely able to contain his amusement and resisted the urge to scoff. He did speak however, not before catching Lars's cold stare.**
A frigate, you say? Mr.... I'm sorry, I'm afraid I didn't catch your name... You propose we build a frigate, of all things? A warship... a warship for what, dear sir? I'm afraid we'd just end up wasting valuable time. It would take quite a while after all, now wouldn't it? And who, pray-tell, would man such a vessel? Not matter...
**Omorro's voice dripped with mockery, speaking in those cool overly polite tones one often uses when angry, or if one his just simple slimy. It was the latter of the two that would most likely to apply to Omorro however. He flipped his snout to Tritan, the hint of mockery in his voice toned down, even if only slightly.**
It would depend on where you want her to go, now wouldn't it? I would propose some form of brig or a small brigantine. Of course, the choice is up to you...
**Omorro was well aware he was getting on people's bad sides. Just his species seemed to have earned him many cold glares. Being Omorro of course, he couldn't care less.**
OOC: No offense meant Mr. Raiden sir. XD It's just Omorro being the jerk he is. You might've meant something else by frigate since it's such a broad term, so I probably just made a big fool of my ferret here. XD
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Lars and Evil Sunfire
Left Paw
Warrior / Ranger
I am the son of the White Knight. I am the lost one. Fear my cry.
Posts: 302
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Post by Lars and Evil Sunfire on Jan 18, 2007 13:26:41 GMT -5
OOC: Non taken, but I did mean frigate as in a battleship...
BIC: Silversword. You may have heard of my father; Raiden Alexander Uriel Silversword VII. I am Lars Hell-Tongue Silversword. I still thing a frigate would work. Mount a ram on it, two banks of oars, and large sails. All for a fast, sturdy, manuverable ship that's no slouch against raiders.
OOC: Frigates mounted 50 and under guns. Usually escort vessals too
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Post by Socatoa on Jan 19, 2007 16:59:55 GMT -5
OOC: Oi! you should be keepin yer nose about yer own affairs mate! if you knew anythin about me, me parents were killed by a ferret, hence the hatred of any and all ferrets. no offense by the nose and business remark...
BIC: * Socatoa was jerked a bit by Tritan's abrupt stop. She sat down and looked about at Omorro being a jerk, Lars being Mr. high and mighty , and Terra and Tsarmina being silent after their single comment. She looked at Tritan with admiration of his strength and patience. Then she drifted into thought as the scene around her carried on.*
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Post by Tsarmina and Gingevere on Jan 29, 2007 16:14:03 GMT -5
*Tsarmina's ears went straight up.**
Hey! Just to let you know, I read people's minds. Soca, I want you to know that I am just standing here because no one ordered me to do anything? So if you want to command me to do something, please do not hesitate to.
*She nudged Terra with her elbow.**
Hey, Terra. You still alive?
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Post by Socatoa on Feb 14, 2007 17:54:15 GMT -5
*Socatoa looked over at the creatures and began llaughing hystrically.*
HA HA HA HA, HO HOH OH.....whoo...
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Post by Tsarmina and Gingevere on Feb 14, 2007 19:27:16 GMT -5
*Tsarmina rolls her eyes and looks at Lars and Tritan.*
Alright, who gave her the crazy pill?!
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Lars and Evil Sunfire
Left Paw
Warrior / Ranger
I am the son of the White Knight. I am the lost one. Fear my cry.
Posts: 302
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Post by Lars and Evil Sunfire on Feb 15, 2007 14:35:04 GMT -5
Wasn't me. I've done nothing since picking up this spokeshave and starting to clean it with a cloth.
**Shrugging his shoulders, Lars held up both of the items he had mentioned.**
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Eros Tsarminas soontobehusand
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Post by Eros Tsarminas soontobehusand on Feb 15, 2007 22:12:41 GMT -5
*Tsarmina picked up her feet and started to make the sail for the ship.*
I shall put a Rapid sign on this ship to mark it as one of our own. Vermin all over the world will flee at the sight of this ship. So...we haven't decided what to name it yet..
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Post by Socatoa on Feb 17, 2007 9:36:02 GMT -5
* Socatoa quieted herself and looked at all of them*
Ha...all of us have come here...to..*snicker* help...but we have yet t accomplish anything...
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Post by Tritan on Feb 23, 2007 10:14:18 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry about the post. I'm in school.
*Tritan was deep in thought. The ship was finally taking shape, virtually. But it had yet to be made. Oh, and a prow needed to be carved. He would do that himself. But what could it be? What could it be?*
*He was pulled out of his reverie by Tsarmina. He acknowledged her with a slight nod, and looked at all the beasts gathered round. He watched as every one of them, willing to help, had an eager gleam to their eyes at the thought of going to sea. He did not keep them waiting and gestured to the equipment and got to the log he was just sawing. He grasped the wooden handle with renewed strength and started wildly sawing, bits of sawdust flying around, creating a small beige cloud.*
Ahoy, Rapid Rebels! We gots a boat ter make
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