Bittersweet Candy Bowl

She looks up at Lily, with a quizzical look on her face.
What are you talking about, I was just…
She suddenly realizes what her actions may look like to the others and pulls her hand out of her pocket.
No, I wasn’t doing that! I’m just trying to relax, it’s been a while since I’ve fed, and my hunger is starting to get to me.
She pulls a small vial of blood from her pocket and shows it to Lily.
This is why my hands were in my pockets. I’d rather not drink it unless I need too, but it helps to know that it is there at times if I do need it.

(Ooops, gotta afk for a while x.x

Be back later.)

Paulson’s ears perk up at the mention of food and he smiles widely. Hmm I didn’t realize how hungry I was until now. What do you say we go get a bite to eat. Perhaps after wards we can all enjoy a good drink together and share a few tails.

Lily keeps a calm face during the entire explanation, just her light smirk nothing more. “..Hmm… Forgive me if your little charm doesn’t help -me- relax any” she snickers a bit patting her jug which was doing a far better job at that.

“Though… given who you’re with I wouldn’t have been surprised if you were left a little unsatisfied” The hedgehog giving a sly wink, her words meant to do little more then torment the Vampire… likely having a bit too much fun seeing her distressed no doubt. Not exactly the smartest thing she’d ever done, but the hell with it, she wasn’t going to tip toe around this girl any.

Her neck arched back a bit as the dinner call was made though “Seems I wont be worrying about hunger at least….” she turns around heading towards the smell of food “You’re free to come along my dear, say what you want about ‘not needing to eat’ but last I checked you still have a tongue and a stomach hm?”

Food, drinks and tales? Count me in!

Hannibal finds the largest, bloodiest piece of meat and carves into it.

Pokes his head around the corner

Either he means that he wants to share stories or go perform intercourse by the possible connotations of the word, “T A L E” or “T A I L”, the latter being innuendo.

becomes ill again

(I wonder if anyone caught my “tails” pun…lol *Highfives Ace.*)

The archer happily grabs a large slab of ham and starts chewing vigorously on it. Mrfh mrhm ms mmhrgh! The cat mumbles happily.

She glares at the hedgehog both in embarrassment and frustration.
What is up with that hedgehog, she is going out of her way to annoy me, but not the usual ways people tend to do so…
She sniffs the air and stands, pocketing the vial again.
She was right about taste though, mortal foods may not be as good as what I am used to, but at least it can serve as a small distraction.

Theresa wanders over to the table, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
“Is it dinnertime already? Damn, that sea-sickness medicine’s making me drowsy as hell!”

Lily makes her way to the lower deck and dinner table at her own pace, not at all in a mad rush as you can imagine. Out of the corner of her eyes she glances about at the many a sick passenger just shaking her head

“..You’d swear we lived in-land and not a port city with the sorry state you’re all in heh…. I’ll see about boiling up a home-remedy that might help a bit once I get around to it… don’t carry around what you don’t need you know?”

She pulls up a seat, and gets to eating her requested fish, giving Keith a respectful nod in turn, though all this cooked food has likely attracted the actual -crew- of the ship rather then just the passengers. So the poor child in but moments had his hands full with a dozen more requests.

“… So then! Bow Master. Are you going to be sharing your tales of Tails or let everyone die of boredom instead? I think I heard you promise as much”

She glances around the table and quietly takes a seat at the edge. She looks at the large selection of food in front of her, and decides to take two large pieces of fish. Quietly she nibbles on one, listening to the others to try and take her mind off her true hunger.

Looks disdainfully at Paulson, eating a piece of salmon.
Oh, this should be good…

Abit later in the meal McCardell slides behind Lieselotte

whispers Even in this sorry state of mine I can tell your vampiric tendencies are showing. If you need any… sustenance… Flashes a vial I can help, but I don’t suspect you will need it, I suspect you are stronger than all of us imagine.

fades away and sits down at the table farther down near an unoccupied area and picks at some fish while drinking steady amounts of water to replenish his fluids

Takes a moment to glare at Theresa as he swallows the ham in his mouth and leans towards Lieselotte. He puts on his best smile and begins talking to the lady. Why hello there Miss, I don’t think I’ve met you yet. What would your lovely name be?

She continues to nibble on her fish, seeming quite uninterested in the Archer she replies between bites.
I am Lieselotte, and I would advise against attempting to “win my affections” unless you wish to risk death or fates far worse.
A hint of a grin could briefly be seen as she finished her comment.

Between bites, Hannibal advises the archer.

She’s a dangerous one. One false move and you’re in a suspended chokehold. Ah…good times…

Though no doubt these comments were meant to scare the archer, he only grinned wider. Well what kind of love is it that doesn’t hold some kind of danger? He smirked and leaned closer to Lieselotte. The truth is I like my women spunky.

She puts down her fish, and turns to Paulson. She leans forward, her elbow on his crotch, she rests all her weight on it.
I’ll have you know that I already have another, and you do not seem to know the danger “love” with me would lead to.
She grins as she digs her elbow in deeper.
I strongly suggest that you learn your place here before you attain any injury, that would be a shame would it not?
She continues to dig her elbow in.

says across the table

I’d move or else she’ll neuter you and your ambition.

returns to casually and carefully eating to restore nutrients

The hurt archer grabs his injured area and slips from the bench and curls up on the floor. Under…stood. He strains to say as he curls in the fetal position.

Her grin fades away as she leans back into her seat and resumes quietly nibbling her fish.
I am glad you understand that now.

Ah, memories…

Gets out of her seat and runs over to Paulson looking obviously worried.
“Paulson! Are you okay?”

Glares at Lieselotte.
“Was that really neccessary?!”

The archer groans and smiles slighty up at Theresa Peachy keen. he replies. I didn’t realize you cared about what happens to my neither region so much.

Lily gives a light respectful clap. You might call it a golf clap, but well, golf doesn’t exist in the present setting so what can you do? Regardless she is clearly entertained by the poor archers situation. Still she does comment.

“Oh don’t worry he should be fine in a minute or too. His pride as well I hope…”

Finishing off the last of the first piece of salmon, she gently wipes her lips with a napkin and stands, picking up the second piece. She pays no mind to Paulson or Theresa.
I’ll take this to Makar in his cabin. He was resting last I checked but this way he can eat if he wakes.
She turns and leaves the table, quietly slipping into Makar’s cabin with the extra fish.

Having snuck into the room unnoticed, the paladin facepalms at Paulson.

Dude’s digging his own grave…

Notices Icaras

Ah! Sir Icaras, how is your brother?

The thief smiles mischievously at Paulson.
“You’d be surprised…”

The paladin scowls at McCardell, repressing an urge to lop his head off (or try at least) and walks out of the room, having lost his appetite.

Paulson blinks in surprise at Theresa’s comment but unfortunately his attention is diverted by sir Icarus What’s his problem?

Hannibal looks to Icarus as he leaves the room and throws a whole ham at Icarus, knocking him unconscious.

Hannibal then picks up the limp form of Icarus and carries him outside.

Hannibal pulls all clothing off of Icarus, and fetches rope.

Icarus wakes up and escapes.

Hannibal punches Icarus in the back of the head, knocking him back out. Hannibal then proceeds to tie Icarus to the bow of the ship.

(Dude, I escaped.)

(Gone, dinner time.)

Peeks her head out of the room. Looking at Hannibal striping Icarus. Regardless, a look that screams “WTF?!” is on her face.
…What are you doing, Hannibal…?

watches as Hannibal ties Icarus to the bow

Well, at least he can’t complain about being lost again…

From his place on the floor he calls Can someone explain to me what is happening?

Throws a knife at Hannibal. The handle of the blade hit him square in the forehead, and he falls down onto the deck, unconscious.

Is unconscious.

She groans as she hears the commotion above.
They can’t control themselves for more then five minutes can they?

Hears Hannibal hit the deck. And shouts:
What in the world is going on?!

Unties Icarus and throws his clothes back at him.
“I’d ask you what in the fuck just happened, but it seems you were passed out through all of that…whatever the hell that was…”

He turns to Paulson and hands him a cooled item

Well, Hannibal threw a ham at the back of Sir Icaras, knocking him unconscious, then he proceeded to strip him naked an tie Icaras to the bow of the ship. Afterward, Theresa knocked out Hannibal with an incredibly deft and skilled flourish of a knife. Then she freed Icaras from the bow.

Oh and this should help for any swelling, I’d have bed rest for a few days and make sure the swelling goes down to make sure no lasting harm comes to your parts.

Blinks at McCardell before gratefully taking the item and smiling. Theresa made that great of a shot? Oh! Thank you by the way!

Theresa clonks Paulson on the head.
“Is it really that shocking? *smirks* One’s bound to be accurate when she spends as much time around you as I have.”

Why is this first created? For role-playing you dummy, oh right yeah I remember.