Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Paulson grumbled irritatedly. Well I would think more of her if she thought of me more. The archer crossed his arms and look off to the side. It’s not like I haven’t considered having longer relationships, it’s just she’s not willing to give me a chance. He looked back to Albert. So don’t go blaming this all on me if she isn’t willing to try either.

Konar saw Liesolette’s teasing
Well,i think this explain your expressionSaid with a small smile

You are a lucky guy,hope that someday i meet a special girl too.

Albert starts blushing again and waves his arms in protest
Oh no no no I never said I only blamed you.
I’m just saying maybe if you started acting more like a gentleman she might reconsider not giving you a chance.
If you want I could always go talk to her about it.
One of us have to appeal to her side of this whole thing.

(Just make sure you’re not encroaching on Rukral’s “No character development” rule. There’ll be plenty of time for that during the main adventure.)

Huffed angerly, Yeah I guess you’re right. Don’t worry to much about it though, we do this kind of thing weekly. Paulson uncrossed his arms and sighed, By tomorrow we’ll go back to joking around and forget this thing ever happened.

(Going into auto play mode. Paulson will continue to walk around the ship, acting like a pimp. Will take directions from Albert, Dave and Jasmina. Will attempt to avoid Theresa and trouble for now.)

Zita the munchkin takes in a deep breath from her cabin’s room. She was bored. So painfully bored. Surely something had to be happening aboard this boat. She knew though if she left her room the others would probably make fun of her for her runty little legs.

“Oh well what does it matter. I might as well have some fun while I’m here. How likely is it that I’ll see these people again?” She fluffed herself up and looked at herself in the mirror. Yep, she looked great. With a flick of her hair she turned leave the cabin. Not before tripping awkwardly over her own tail.

“I should really get this thing bobbed.” She stuck her tongue out at her waving tail before getting up and opening the door with a practiced bravado. Out she went, the door closing with a click on her way out.

A hobo walks in with an erection. He looks mean.

She chuckles to herself at Makar’s embarrassment, standing from where she was leaning she gives him a playful punch on the shoulder.

You need to lighten up Makar. I’ve finally begun to warm up to everyone else like you wanted me to, and now you’re the shy one hiding away!

The expression in Makar’s eyes changed to a calm one after hearing Konar’s comment. He guided his hand to his head after listening to Lieselotte. For brief second, before getting embarassed again and looking aside, he couldn’t hide from Lieselotte a kind smile.

(I’m going now. Makar will stay besides Lieselotte untill the sunset, when he will get back to his cabin and try to rest a little. Lieselotte can autoplay him.)

The hobo began to storm up and down the deck and yell incoherent nonsense. As he began to reach down for his appendage he realized it was gone, cut off from his pelvis. He also didn’t recognize that knife in his heart. With a grunt he stumbled backwards and fell off the railing into the ocean

McCardell stumbled awkwardly and threw the appendage after its owner.

“What a waste of a knife….”

He suddenly held his hand to his mouth and turned over the railing, sending vomit after the hobo. Finishing his buisness he hurriedly went below deck again. He couldn’t wait for land..

“W-wow! The water is so pretty!” exclaimed Zita, perched upon the rail of the ship leaning out to get a better view of her surroundings. The sunlight reflecting off the water glittered as the salty air blew around the short cat refreshingly

“I can’t believe I didn’t leave my room sooner. This is great!” Zita’s eyes widened with amazement as she leaned ever further over the rail. She couldn’t help but laugh from the simple pleasure of the sea spray tickling her cheeks. It was gorgeous out, by far better than the stuffy cabin.

Well,i leave you two alone now,nice to meet you too lady.
Konar leaves Makar and Liesolette alone to take a walk

(Whoops! Sorry Zcherylly, but rurkal closed sign ups)

(Gotta go autoplay now.
Albert will keep on precticising his knife throwing and try and get as good as Paulson
Takes orders from Makar and Delilah.)

Sadness forever has closed over my heart.
Maybe next time then. Thanks.

Zita flies back up to heaven where all the ocs come from. Never to be seen again until the next rp or so.

(if you want knife throwing tips, go to McCardell, assuming he’s not neck deep in his own sick&hellip

The hobo’s enormous prehensile dick grasps the railing of the ship.

[[SQUEE. I can SAG once more!]]

Hannibal strides out of his cabin to notice a small individual perched on a railing. He immediately pushes her overboard. He then sees the horrifying sight of an autonomous member grasping the side of the ship. Being quick on the draw, Hannibal draws one of his blades and launches a burst of ice at it. Upon freezing, Hannibal smashes it to tiny pieces with his other blade.

Heh. Odd way to start my afternoon. Might as well wander to see if there’s a soul to converse with. Or perhaps I could chat with the Undead Lady herself…

[[I don’t know who to approach. Somebody start a conversation with me!]]

The autonomous dick thaws later and reforms. It then crawls into Hannibal’s room later that night and fuses to his head, the blood vessel tendrils whipping about and worming under his forehead and inching ever closer toward his brain.

[Yeah way late on responding to Hannibal on this one sorry]

The Hedgehog woman quirked a brow at Hannibals question, just sending her smile his way

“Just be sure to remember that the doors slide rather then be pushed or pulled and you’ll be fine. We’ll give you directions to the nearest drinking house as soon as we arrive Not-Sir Hannibal don’t worry.”

(I’m back, and waiting for more posts so I can catch up. This computer hates me. -_-&lsquo

(See?)

[[As much as I would love to have a nice conversation with Lily, I must leave for a time.]]

Well who is this young figure walking up behind Lily, why non other than that rascal archer, Paulson. The cat smiles to himself as he adresses the hedgehog.

Why hello there Lily, I don’t think I’ve formally introduced myself yet ma’am. I am Paulson, ace archer at your service. the cat said with a bow.

After the walk Konar return to his cabin and sleeps

Lily watches the Somali’s little introduction with her usual restraint, a light smirk, and a quirked brow as always. As he does the little bow she gives her light chuckle back.

“A~ Paulson is it then? Well then it’s a pleasure, I am The Rose lotus of gentle waves, Queen of Merchants, Princess of the shimmering lands.”

Her little introduction naturally dripping with sarcasms as she gave her own little bow. “Now then…enough of that non-sense better things to talk about hm?” She reached for her little jug as she turned to the sea “I’ve seen your wandering eyes going about. Which one is it that you have your eyes on?…” her own eyes wandering towards a few of the girls on deck, as if the boy were so slow that he’d need such a hint.

Wakes up after a long sleep, and realizes he hasn’t eaten in a long time. He takes a look outside and looks in the direction of the sun.

Hmm, they should get hungry anytime now as well, I should prepare something.

He walks up to the group.

Hey people, I’m gonna go prepare something to eat, want anything specific?

Paulson is a bit taken back by her directness but smiles with good nature.

Well if you must know, it is the white mage Jasmina that has currently caught my eye. He glances at her before looking back at Lily. But I will admit that there is another girl on this ship that will always be in the back of my mind.

He sighs heavily and looks out to sea. Even if she doesn’t want to be there.

Looks at Keith I’m up for anything you want to fix, good sir.

Ok, one anything for the archer, any more suggestions?

After sleeping for a few hours he feels abit better and decides to sulk about the deck. He soon enough waltzes into Paulson and Lily

“Good day, how are both of you, I apologize for my… He hold his head for a moment with his right hand Sorry, I meant to say I apologize for not greeting my former companions earlier. I have been.. out of sorts. And good day to you sir archer I heard you had a contest with another warrior of accuracy?”

“Oh don’t give up so quickly….we tricky women-folk have a terrible habit of talking as vaguely as possible and tip toeing about the truth. As other wise, heaven forbid, we might actually get what we want and be happy”

The vile brew is tasted as she gives Paulson a grin “Thankfully most of us grow out of it… but not before making fools of ourselves once or twice…”

Of course Keith gets a look next, and a polite nod “Ah thank you for offering my dear… there should be some salted fish in the galley. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”

[Can’t get TOO deep into the Lily advice. After all CD is suppose to happen when we start ;p]

Hmm, fish. Nice choice. Alright, I’ll be back in a while. I’ll call you to the table when its all done.

He smiles and leaves into the kitchen afterwards.

Paulson turns to McCardell with a smile I see the tale of how I defeated Sir Albert is already being told. Paulson laughs heartily before turning to Lily

Thank you for your advice ma’am, I will keep that in mind. And sir who are you now?

(damnit i missed alot wtf)

“Of course, I forget myself while on this ship. My name is McCardell, a… specialist on our journey.”

leans onto railing or wall, or whatever is near

“Yes, I did hear that your skills are impressive, but Sir Albert is not the best with throwing knives, his arm is best suited to his sword. Perhaps you’d find better sport with one who’s skills are better suited for such a task.”

grabs his head again

Ug… but that is merely a suggestion.

Shrugges with a smile plastered on his face. I was simply using as an excuse to get out of the current argument I was in, but I knew Sir Albert was not the best at throwing knives. I did my research but he did not when he challenged me to a accuracy contest or he would have known that was a bad move.

Wakes up from her meditative state Was i like this the whole the night?

She looks up to the sky then over to the group
At least everyone isnt competing for a sweater today

Paulson glances over to Jasmina and notices she is awake. With a grin he winks at her and then turns his attention back to the group.

(Damn going to be gone for a bit already,can be controlled by Paulson,Lily and Makar)

Notices the look to jasmina and becomes quizzical, but quickly dismisses the gesture

In…Indeed, I guess you are smarter than you appear…

Violently holds hand to mouth

Exc…exuse me, we shall talk again in the f…

Runs out of sight to be sick

Hannibal strides up towards the group.

Got your eye on the mage, eh? Question is whether or not you can get the help of that certain arrow on this quest of ours…

She sits alone on a chair on deck, watching the sun set over the horizon. She takes slow deep breaths, seemingly trying to relax as she grasps something in her pocket.

[[FORESHADOWING? DRAMA? FORBIDDEN CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT?]]

Certain arrow? The archer raised an eyebrow. What are you talking about?

[[Yes! Being poetic reaps confusion and respect!]]

Masterful command of Cupid’s arrow is integral to the pursuit of a woman. But you have much experience with that, eh?

A thought crosses Hannibal’s mind and releases a chuckle.

Of course, command of a sweater might help you more here.

Paulson grins at Hannibal’s Cupid quib, but it quickly disappears with the memory of the fishing competition. Urgh, don’t remind me of that. Man I wish I could have won that stupid sweater!

“… Personally I’d rather not have a naked boy with very bad aim be in-charge of my love life… but if you’ll excuse me I need to keep these legs moving before they fall asleep” Lily doing just that as she walks about the deck, coming Across a certain vampire for the most obvious joke ever.

Standing a step behind the good ladies seat, arms crossed into her robes arms, as she just stares with a quirked brow “… Hm. most of us go somewhere private when we’re doing that my dear”

He appears and interrupts the conversation.

Hey everyone! Dinner’s served! You may continue talking at the table.

He leaves and takes a seat, waiting for everyone else to come. On the long table, there is a great variety of dishes, aimed to satisfy the diversity of preferences of the travelers.

Heh. Strange and materialistic creatures they are, amazing sweaters aren’t essential for snagging a woman and making her yours.

Although one would come in handy if I happened to find Ms. Right…

On a completely different note, have you seen the vampire? I’m still a bit worried, seeing as how the last time I saw her I was three inches off the ground with her hand wrapped around my neck.