Yiazmat Gayle yelped. "GARP! There is no need to fire!"
Yiazmat "Aye. Quartermaster, bring out the gold stores." Gayle addressed Varnor. "This is all we have. I hope you find it satisfactory."
Yiazmat *Gayle slowly draws his sword* "What if I told you I have nothing against piracy?"
Yiazmat "Now where did you come from? Varnor, is it? I've heard of you."
Yiazmat "Aye, Garp! Will do! The Windgrace is still strong!" Gayle replied.
Yiazmat "Your orders, sir?" "Open fire on the nearest pirate vessel," Gayle said. "Yes, sir."
Yiazmat "Something strange is going on. Brace yourselves, men!" Gayle shouted.
Yiazmat OOC: Didn't say stolen, just meant "Similar to." "Sir, there's another marine ship headed in that direction!" Another? It could only be Garp, Gayle thought. "Speed us up!" he barked.
Yiazmat This is obviously thought out. Nice work here, but as everyone knows, nothing's certain until the next game comes out.
Yiazmat "Alright. Since I have no clear objective, does someone want to explain what's happening?"
Yiazmat OOC: Nice. Sounds like something from One Piece.
Yiazmat Gayle was scanning the horizon with his spyglass when he noticed something interesting. "Well, helmsman, it seems we have a little activity between pirates. Set a course."
Yiazmat (Who is the ship? One of us, or just a random vessel?)
Yiazmat As the Windgrace drifted through the seas, Gayle stared longingly across the water. It had been ages since he'd seen any activity.
Yiazmat I'm a dude.
Yiazmat I'm in. Name: Gayle Age: 22 Gender: Male Weapon: All manner of explosive devices and a mid-length saber Ship: The Windgrace Pirate/Marine: Marine Backstory: A well-known captain of the marines, he personally finds nothing wrong with piracy, but his job demands that he be ruthless to "Pirate scum," leading to his popularity among the Marines but he is absolutely despised by the pirate characters.
Yiazmat Crayons taste like purple! *Gasp*
Yiazmat "My name is Eronheim. What is your name? More importantly, what do you know about these monsters?"
Yiazmat DarKnight has a point, if it were just the body, it wouldn't have the mind of the person.
Yiazmat Ahm, we need to start in the city, before everyone met each other. Thanks for the participation, though. Eronheim Planeswalker made his way through the sprawling crowd of derainged mutants in search of any survivors. The Blackness certainly did a number on this world, he thought. I wonder if anyone is left. He paused to swipe away a few of the demi-humans before proceeding. He started to run at a reckless, breakneck speed. In his haste, he nearly ran into a man in an alley who was pointing a gun in another direction. (To you, Xacleb.)
