World-Marleybone
3 posters
Page 8 of 10
Page 8 of 10 • 
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 
Re: World-Marleybone
by Ulysses Septimus Thu May 08, 2014 10:46 pm
((Without variety, things would be boring, hence why I love foreign languages 
and thank you :'D ))
----
Ulysses, despite his logical side's continued reminders that this was what she wanted, switched tactics. He sheathed his sword in his left hand, the one that was a mechanical limb, and drew his Hidden Blade, its stiletto-like point extending from its bracer Cristobal had hooked up with his mecha limb. The swashbuckler adjusted his grip on his only sword now, and stepped forward, dual wielding his two trademark weapons as the Grand Master of the Order.
He thrust out with his sword, intending to lure her large halberd away, then sent his arm equipped with the Hidden Blade forward, aiming to hit her arm and in turn drop the large polearm. He liked how Hannah was much more intelligent than the Grand Marshal, it made this far more challenging, and Ulysses liked challenges. He liked them just about as much as he loved the thrill of blood and battle.
(Grand Master's Tournament: second to last battle, Ulysses vs Atticus)
Rubbing his shoulder in an attempt to lessen the pain caused by his previous opponent, Ulysses Septimus walked forward, prepared to face his final opponent before he would have to battle the Assassin Grand Master Altair I himself. His grip tightened on his blade, Ulysses fought back the lump of nervousness that had pushed into his throat when he saw just WHO he would be facing.
The journeyman Assassino, Atticus Mercilus himself. As a journeyman, Atticus is one of the most experienced elites of the Order, with the most achievements to his name, but at the same time, he was also a ruthless, heartless killer with very little regard to the creed which all Assassini were supposed to follow, Ulysses included. His styles of fighting were often brutal too, resulting in either severe wounds dealt to the opponent, or death.
As expected, Mercilus sneered at him with a look of disgust even when Ulysses offered a polite nod when he stepped into the Arena. He drew his weapon the moment the younger readied his sword--a long, curved, sickle-like weapon from Aquila Cristobal called the Falix. The Falix, when compared to Ulysses' slender, tapering sword, was massive, capable of instantly chopping off heads, cleaving open skulls...
Which might just be Ulysses' own fate if he wasn't careful enough.
and thank you :'D ))----
Ulysses, despite his logical side's continued reminders that this was what she wanted, switched tactics. He sheathed his sword in his left hand, the one that was a mechanical limb, and drew his Hidden Blade, its stiletto-like point extending from its bracer Cristobal had hooked up with his mecha limb. The swashbuckler adjusted his grip on his only sword now, and stepped forward, dual wielding his two trademark weapons as the Grand Master of the Order.
He thrust out with his sword, intending to lure her large halberd away, then sent his arm equipped with the Hidden Blade forward, aiming to hit her arm and in turn drop the large polearm. He liked how Hannah was much more intelligent than the Grand Marshal, it made this far more challenging, and Ulysses liked challenges. He liked them just about as much as he loved the thrill of blood and battle.
(Grand Master's Tournament: second to last battle, Ulysses vs Atticus)
Rubbing his shoulder in an attempt to lessen the pain caused by his previous opponent, Ulysses Septimus walked forward, prepared to face his final opponent before he would have to battle the Assassin Grand Master Altair I himself. His grip tightened on his blade, Ulysses fought back the lump of nervousness that had pushed into his throat when he saw just WHO he would be facing.
The journeyman Assassino, Atticus Mercilus himself. As a journeyman, Atticus is one of the most experienced elites of the Order, with the most achievements to his name, but at the same time, he was also a ruthless, heartless killer with very little regard to the creed which all Assassini were supposed to follow, Ulysses included. His styles of fighting were often brutal too, resulting in either severe wounds dealt to the opponent, or death.
As expected, Mercilus sneered at him with a look of disgust even when Ulysses offered a polite nod when he stepped into the Arena. He drew his weapon the moment the younger readied his sword--a long, curved, sickle-like weapon from Aquila Cristobal called the Falix. The Falix, when compared to Ulysses' slender, tapering sword, was massive, capable of instantly chopping off heads, cleaving open skulls...
Which might just be Ulysses' own fate if he wasn't careful enough.
Ulysses Septimus- Clockwork
- Posts : 715
Join date : 2014-02-08
Age : 29
Location : Valencia, Spiral -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Hannah Durante Fri May 09, 2014 12:51 pm
((I so agree, and I see why you like them so much. ^^ Variety is great in all kinds of ways. Haha it’s always my pleasure. ))
------
Ulysses seemed to catch on quickly enough, much to one side’s annoyance and the other’s pleasure. Because this time around, he didn’t indulge her strategy; deciding the best thing to do was to mount an offensive himself. Hannah couldn’t be so sure the exact reasoning for this, though. He could have seen right through her strategy and decided to not give her the chance to burn him out if he could help it, or he simply could have grown irritated with what she was doing, especially because of how sloppy it all came across, and decided to move forward to ‘punish’ her for not coming at him as well as she could have. Either way though, it promised this match would continue on in the same, riveting way it had already been heading.
Bring it on, Admiral The buccaneer thought to herself as she watched him sheath one of his swords in order to draw his hidden blade. The weapon glinted just as wickedly in the light as the rapier it replaced did, and she was no stranger to the fact it was just as deadly as the larger swords, perhaps even more so. Gaining the upper hand, or even getting close to it wouldn’t be any fun or hold much merit if I didn’t have to earn it from you.
She didn’t mind the thought of having to earn it from him, either. At least not anymore. It was no different than how she’d had to prove herself during the Polarian wars, and now that there was actually some respect between them, the idea of potentially losing to him wasn’t as frustrating as it might have once been. He was a skilled warrior himself, so if she had to lose to him, then she would accept it graciously. There was no shame in being bested by another skilled combatant after all- she had at least enough of a warrior’s code of honor to believe in that much, even if some of her methods of fighting would seem dishonorable to some.
Hannah’s muscles tensed, and she both mentally and physically braced for what was to come as Septimus actually took an aggressive step forward toward her. So much for being the aggressor, the hunter, for most of this battle. Though she would have been lying through her teeth if she acted like it wasn’t also exhilarating at the same time, a marvelous test to get her reflexes working a bit faster.
Ulysses lunged with his remaining rapier, successfully luring her halberd away to counter and hold the blow before the sword could find any more weak chinks in her armor or skin to tear through. It was completely instinctive, a reflexive move she indulged in out of habit that she didn’t think about for even a couple of seconds. It just happened, something that always tended to in these close-proximity situations. Thought only came to her immediately after, when her mind saw fit to remind her that she was leaving herself wide open for some kind of attack by doing so. Before she could move her switchblade aggressively toward him to try and make up for it as well as defend herself however, Ulysses used his speed to his advantage; slashing at the very arm holding the halberd with his own hidden blade.
So focused in trying to find an opening in him, Hannah only caught sight of this move out of the very corner of her eyes as she had been expecting him to jab at her torso, shoulder, or head instead. Helped along by this lapse in judgment, his agility made it impossible for her to react well enough in time. By the time her body had jerked in response to try defending itself, it was already too late- the hidden blade struck her arm, and the resulting flash of pain did indeed force her into dropping the larger weapon as well as recoil her arm. It wasn’t anything she couldn’t live with, and by the time they fought the pirates she would be just fine. Still, it had stung enough and actually managed to loosen her grasp on the weapon.
Hannah was actually impressed by this, as normally she tended to hang onto her weapons so much better. Cristobal’s genius designs and Ulysses having more skills than a lot of other Valencian swashbucklers she had seen was a deadly combination indeed, and she found herself grateful in this moment they were on the same side. Even so though, she wasn’t willing to yield. Not yet, not unless she was put in a position where that was really the only, logical choice.
She couldn’t help laughing, despite what had just happened; her grin widening almost like it had a mind of its own and she wouldn’t have been able to stop it even if she had wanted to. This was…something. This feeling of excited adrenaline and energy was something she hadn’t felt like this for years, and she hadn’t realized just how much she had missed all of it until now. She didn’t want to quit yet, all of this felt amazing, and she wanted to make sure she at least did her best so that if she was to be defeated here, at least she went out with enough of a bang.
Retrieving the halberd was out of the question at the moment though. If she dove for it, the swashbuckler would beat her to the punch with his grace and put her in much the same position he had Rooke. For all of five seconds Hannah entertained the idea of being more impulsive and diving for him instead, throwing all of her strength into tackling him around the waist and dragging him to the deck with her. But, visions of the swashbuckler reactively stabbing her in the back if she did that kept her from doing that much. At least for now….she tucked it to the back of her mind.
“Ha! Sneaky!” She cried out as she moved in preparation to take a wild sweep at him with the switchblade, but at the last second changed her mind considering the fact he had two weapons on him, instead adopting a tactic she had taken with the pirates they had slaughtered earlier; throwing herself to the ground and attempting to sweep the Admiral’s feet right out from underneath him, so that if he tripped she could grab onto whatever fabric she could and attempt to shove and pin him down. Just in case he would avoid such a move however she was prepared to fling her switchblade up to catch either of his blades that came down at her…as well as roll herself away from him and back on her feet the second she got the chance to, if he did not stumble or leapt back to avoid her.
))------
Ulysses seemed to catch on quickly enough, much to one side’s annoyance and the other’s pleasure. Because this time around, he didn’t indulge her strategy; deciding the best thing to do was to mount an offensive himself. Hannah couldn’t be so sure the exact reasoning for this, though. He could have seen right through her strategy and decided to not give her the chance to burn him out if he could help it, or he simply could have grown irritated with what she was doing, especially because of how sloppy it all came across, and decided to move forward to ‘punish’ her for not coming at him as well as she could have. Either way though, it promised this match would continue on in the same, riveting way it had already been heading.
Bring it on, Admiral The buccaneer thought to herself as she watched him sheath one of his swords in order to draw his hidden blade. The weapon glinted just as wickedly in the light as the rapier it replaced did, and she was no stranger to the fact it was just as deadly as the larger swords, perhaps even more so. Gaining the upper hand, or even getting close to it wouldn’t be any fun or hold much merit if I didn’t have to earn it from you.
She didn’t mind the thought of having to earn it from him, either. At least not anymore. It was no different than how she’d had to prove herself during the Polarian wars, and now that there was actually some respect between them, the idea of potentially losing to him wasn’t as frustrating as it might have once been. He was a skilled warrior himself, so if she had to lose to him, then she would accept it graciously. There was no shame in being bested by another skilled combatant after all- she had at least enough of a warrior’s code of honor to believe in that much, even if some of her methods of fighting would seem dishonorable to some.
Hannah’s muscles tensed, and she both mentally and physically braced for what was to come as Septimus actually took an aggressive step forward toward her. So much for being the aggressor, the hunter, for most of this battle. Though she would have been lying through her teeth if she acted like it wasn’t also exhilarating at the same time, a marvelous test to get her reflexes working a bit faster.
Ulysses lunged with his remaining rapier, successfully luring her halberd away to counter and hold the blow before the sword could find any more weak chinks in her armor or skin to tear through. It was completely instinctive, a reflexive move she indulged in out of habit that she didn’t think about for even a couple of seconds. It just happened, something that always tended to in these close-proximity situations. Thought only came to her immediately after, when her mind saw fit to remind her that she was leaving herself wide open for some kind of attack by doing so. Before she could move her switchblade aggressively toward him to try and make up for it as well as defend herself however, Ulysses used his speed to his advantage; slashing at the very arm holding the halberd with his own hidden blade.
So focused in trying to find an opening in him, Hannah only caught sight of this move out of the very corner of her eyes as she had been expecting him to jab at her torso, shoulder, or head instead. Helped along by this lapse in judgment, his agility made it impossible for her to react well enough in time. By the time her body had jerked in response to try defending itself, it was already too late- the hidden blade struck her arm, and the resulting flash of pain did indeed force her into dropping the larger weapon as well as recoil her arm. It wasn’t anything she couldn’t live with, and by the time they fought the pirates she would be just fine. Still, it had stung enough and actually managed to loosen her grasp on the weapon.
Hannah was actually impressed by this, as normally she tended to hang onto her weapons so much better. Cristobal’s genius designs and Ulysses having more skills than a lot of other Valencian swashbucklers she had seen was a deadly combination indeed, and she found herself grateful in this moment they were on the same side. Even so though, she wasn’t willing to yield. Not yet, not unless she was put in a position where that was really the only, logical choice.
She couldn’t help laughing, despite what had just happened; her grin widening almost like it had a mind of its own and she wouldn’t have been able to stop it even if she had wanted to. This was…something. This feeling of excited adrenaline and energy was something she hadn’t felt like this for years, and she hadn’t realized just how much she had missed all of it until now. She didn’t want to quit yet, all of this felt amazing, and she wanted to make sure she at least did her best so that if she was to be defeated here, at least she went out with enough of a bang.
Retrieving the halberd was out of the question at the moment though. If she dove for it, the swashbuckler would beat her to the punch with his grace and put her in much the same position he had Rooke. For all of five seconds Hannah entertained the idea of being more impulsive and diving for him instead, throwing all of her strength into tackling him around the waist and dragging him to the deck with her. But, visions of the swashbuckler reactively stabbing her in the back if she did that kept her from doing that much. At least for now….she tucked it to the back of her mind.
“Ha! Sneaky!” She cried out as she moved in preparation to take a wild sweep at him with the switchblade, but at the last second changed her mind considering the fact he had two weapons on him, instead adopting a tactic she had taken with the pirates they had slaughtered earlier; throwing herself to the ground and attempting to sweep the Admiral’s feet right out from underneath him, so that if he tripped she could grab onto whatever fabric she could and attempt to shove and pin him down. Just in case he would avoid such a move however she was prepared to fling her switchblade up to catch either of his blades that came down at her…as well as roll herself away from him and back on her feet the second she got the chance to, if he did not stumble or leapt back to avoid her.
Hannah Durante- Clockwork
- Posts : 191
Join date : 2014-02-08 -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Ulysses Septimus Fri May 09, 2014 7:53 pm
((And I can see that Hannah girl is quite desperate to win XD who do you think we should allow win, sister?))
----
Septimus, however, didn't see it coming this time, and nearly tripped. Nearly. He regained his balance as fast as he could without stumbling again, then lashed out with his sword, since the distance was too big for him to use his Hidden Blade in retaliation. Ulysses' mind was spinning at the speed of at least 100 mph, trying to think of a good way to bring Hannah down...
(Grand Master's battle, cont.)
Atticus charged at Ulysses with a vicious swing of the Falix. Ulysses stooped slow, sliding to the right with a screech of his plain leather boots, slashing his dual blades at the older Assassin's exposed side, ripping two gashes in the other's white robes. Dropping to a roll after this, Septimus jumped back up, crouched in his battle stance: right foot braced behind him for impact, he barely rested any weight on his left while his sword arm held the weapon horizontally, the tip pointed at his foe.
The Journeyman didn't bother to give him a chance to plan for his next movement, instead choosing to charge right at Septimus again, brandishing his intimidating weapon with the clear intention of bringing him down... Something Ulysses wasn't planning on letting to happen any time soon. It also prompted him to realize that Atticus was playing one of the classic weaknesses of swashbucklers against him.
Strength, swashbucklers are no match for the strength of buccaneers except for a few adept ones who have learned to utilize the weapons of the buccaneers. He would have to find a way to turn the tables, going from being defensive to full offensive if he wants to even survive, let alone triumph over the older.
Ulysses barely evaded Mercilus' strike this time, earning himself a rather large gash that ran from his right shoulder down to his stomach as the Falix ripped off and through his standard plate armor. Blood dripped from the newly infected gash, followed by a burning sting that immediately shot into his mind. The younger Assassin, however, didn't have time to comprehend more, as Mercilus swiftly, and brutally, swung the back of his fist into Ulysses' nose.
A nasty crack, as well as a burning even worse than the one he just felt, announced to him that his nose was broken. Ulyssees winced, instinctively moving one hand up to touch it, only to earn himself another cut, this one on his arm.
The younger Assassin stepped back, alarmed...
----
Septimus, however, didn't see it coming this time, and nearly tripped. Nearly. He regained his balance as fast as he could without stumbling again, then lashed out with his sword, since the distance was too big for him to use his Hidden Blade in retaliation. Ulysses' mind was spinning at the speed of at least 100 mph, trying to think of a good way to bring Hannah down...
(Grand Master's battle, cont.)
Atticus charged at Ulysses with a vicious swing of the Falix. Ulysses stooped slow, sliding to the right with a screech of his plain leather boots, slashing his dual blades at the older Assassin's exposed side, ripping two gashes in the other's white robes. Dropping to a roll after this, Septimus jumped back up, crouched in his battle stance: right foot braced behind him for impact, he barely rested any weight on his left while his sword arm held the weapon horizontally, the tip pointed at his foe.
The Journeyman didn't bother to give him a chance to plan for his next movement, instead choosing to charge right at Septimus again, brandishing his intimidating weapon with the clear intention of bringing him down... Something Ulysses wasn't planning on letting to happen any time soon. It also prompted him to realize that Atticus was playing one of the classic weaknesses of swashbucklers against him.
Strength, swashbucklers are no match for the strength of buccaneers except for a few adept ones who have learned to utilize the weapons of the buccaneers. He would have to find a way to turn the tables, going from being defensive to full offensive if he wants to even survive, let alone triumph over the older.
Ulysses barely evaded Mercilus' strike this time, earning himself a rather large gash that ran from his right shoulder down to his stomach as the Falix ripped off and through his standard plate armor. Blood dripped from the newly infected gash, followed by a burning sting that immediately shot into his mind. The younger Assassin, however, didn't have time to comprehend more, as Mercilus swiftly, and brutally, swung the back of his fist into Ulysses' nose.
A nasty crack, as well as a burning even worse than the one he just felt, announced to him that his nose was broken. Ulyssees winced, instinctively moving one hand up to touch it, only to earn himself another cut, this one on his arm.
The younger Assassin stepped back, alarmed...
Ulysses Septimus- Clockwork
- Posts : 715
Join date : 2014-02-08
Age : 29
Location : Valencia, Spiral -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Hannah Durante Fri May 09, 2014 9:54 pm
((She goes BUCCANEERS DON'T NEED SMASHY THINGS WE HAVE FISTS AND LEGS. But yes, she would def at least like to try her best to! XD and LOL i guess random.org answered that, even if somebody isn't going to be too happy about that. xP IF ANYTHING NEEDS TO BE CHANGED LET ME KNOW AND I HAPPILY WILL))
---------------
The moment he righted himself after he had been close- so close- to stumbling, Hannah was unable to control herself any longer. The energy surging within her had hit a peak, she could feel that the leviathan's call would be fading away in only a few minutes, so any strategy and hopes she'd had of wearing him out were immediately tossed aside. To hell with waiting for the swashbuckler to wear himself out anymore, she was either going to take him down and push him into surrendering with the most reckless thing she could possibly do yet, or at least give one last, explosive move before he forced her into yielding.
This time putting much more strength into her blow, Hannah lunged up only enough to meet Septimus's sword with the switchblade, shoving her weapon as hard against his larger one as she possibly could; shoving every bit of strength she could muster up into not only keeping him from striking her, but forcing the weapon upwards as well. She could see a faint bit of sparks from the friction of the two fearsome weapons colliding, and clenched her teeth in both determination and effort until she finally believed she had her opening. It wasn't as much as the buccaneer would have liked, but Ulysses had far too much skill and experience fighting with trained killers to worry about that.
She knew, regardless, she was going to get hurt as a measure of this desperation move as well; that Ulysses would be quick enough to strike her somewhere. There was nothing that could be done for it anymore though, and so long as she earned her wounds, the resulting scars would be proud trophies of an honorable battle. Well, in intent that was, since her last resort was probably the sort of thing the Admiral expected to see more in a tavern full of drunken louts rather than here.
Hannah only hesitated long enough to breathe in deeply, then let it all out as she finally broke the contact between their weapons when she felt she could wait for him to be pushed no longer; tossing her left arm to the side so as not to unintentionally gut Septimus as she quite literally leapt up at him, putting the remainder of her strength into a very unladylike, aggressive means of shoving him to the ground; pouncing on him like a predator finally going in for the kill. She would topple over with him she knew, which was why she kept her left arm back- she would only bring the weapon back to the front if this worked once they had fallen.
And if they did, she would immediately bring the switchblade to the swashbuckler's throat as best she could, hoping that the combination of that, her stubborn, buccaneer strength that would insist on sitting on top of his chest for as long as she could if he attempted to throw her off, and the fact they weren't the only ones on this ship would persuade him to yield. Even if it did mean he would stab her several times in the process, before he did. Though she hoped the fact neither one of them were aiming to kill here would work to her advantage. If they had truly been enemies, this would have been far more stupid and the buccaneer knew he would have tried to slit her throat without a second thought.
But, since she presumed he would attempt no such thing....well, she didn't mind taking advantage of it this time around. If she did win, Hannah silently promised to herself she would make it up to the man by never using this tactic against him ever again- and if she did, she would be certain to make him that very same oath.
---------------
The moment he righted himself after he had been close- so close- to stumbling, Hannah was unable to control herself any longer. The energy surging within her had hit a peak, she could feel that the leviathan's call would be fading away in only a few minutes, so any strategy and hopes she'd had of wearing him out were immediately tossed aside. To hell with waiting for the swashbuckler to wear himself out anymore, she was either going to take him down and push him into surrendering with the most reckless thing she could possibly do yet, or at least give one last, explosive move before he forced her into yielding.
This time putting much more strength into her blow, Hannah lunged up only enough to meet Septimus's sword with the switchblade, shoving her weapon as hard against his larger one as she possibly could; shoving every bit of strength she could muster up into not only keeping him from striking her, but forcing the weapon upwards as well. She could see a faint bit of sparks from the friction of the two fearsome weapons colliding, and clenched her teeth in both determination and effort until she finally believed she had her opening. It wasn't as much as the buccaneer would have liked, but Ulysses had far too much skill and experience fighting with trained killers to worry about that.
She knew, regardless, she was going to get hurt as a measure of this desperation move as well; that Ulysses would be quick enough to strike her somewhere. There was nothing that could be done for it anymore though, and so long as she earned her wounds, the resulting scars would be proud trophies of an honorable battle. Well, in intent that was, since her last resort was probably the sort of thing the Admiral expected to see more in a tavern full of drunken louts rather than here.
Hannah only hesitated long enough to breathe in deeply, then let it all out as she finally broke the contact between their weapons when she felt she could wait for him to be pushed no longer; tossing her left arm to the side so as not to unintentionally gut Septimus as she quite literally leapt up at him, putting the remainder of her strength into a very unladylike, aggressive means of shoving him to the ground; pouncing on him like a predator finally going in for the kill. She would topple over with him she knew, which was why she kept her left arm back- she would only bring the weapon back to the front if this worked once they had fallen.
And if they did, she would immediately bring the switchblade to the swashbuckler's throat as best she could, hoping that the combination of that, her stubborn, buccaneer strength that would insist on sitting on top of his chest for as long as she could if he attempted to throw her off, and the fact they weren't the only ones on this ship would persuade him to yield. Even if it did mean he would stab her several times in the process, before he did. Though she hoped the fact neither one of them were aiming to kill here would work to her advantage. If they had truly been enemies, this would have been far more stupid and the buccaneer knew he would have tried to slit her throat without a second thought.
But, since she presumed he would attempt no such thing....well, she didn't mind taking advantage of it this time around. If she did win, Hannah silently promised to herself she would make it up to the man by never using this tactic against him ever again- and if she did, she would be certain to make him that very same oath.
Hannah Durante- Clockwork
- Posts : 191
Join date : 2014-02-08 -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Ulysses Septimus Fri May 09, 2014 10:27 pm
((LOL SENTUS AGREES TO THAT... And no, you don't need to change anything, it is all goody ))
----
Ulysses' eyes widened slightly in surprise, that and the combination of Hannah's strength easily knocked him down onto the metal planks that made up the deck of the Interceptor. Instinctively, his hand with the Hidden Blade darted out, driving the weapon home into her upper arm for maybe an inch; an unfortunate, instinctive habit of his that he had adopted when he was training as an Assassin.When his mind finally came to terms with just what happened, he was already pinned down, with the buccaneer's Switchblade pressing into the exposed, soft flesh of his neck. Tch, it wasn't like he had never been defeated.
He pulled back his arm with the Hidden Blade, which he had driven earlier into Hannah's arm, retracting the weapon into the metal bracer on his arm. "Alright, you win." A part of him, the part of him that was still a stupid little teenager, screamed at just how easily he was giving up, before it was quickly overwhelmed by the logical, more controlled Septimus and shoved into the very back of his mind. "Now would you mind let me get back up?"
Once he got back up to his feet, Ulysses sheathed his sword. "You are quite skilled, Hannah, I must say." He ordered one of his Assassini to bring over a bottle of chilled yum, and two glasses, with the Assassino handing her one, the admiral pouring himself one. He settled onto a stack of boxes against the railing as he sipped on his drink, chuckling slightly as Cahin moved to be seated next to him.
The admiral was waiting for her to speak, while doing his best to ignore some words that crawled into his mind that he really SHOULDN'T be thinking right now...
))----
Ulysses' eyes widened slightly in surprise, that and the combination of Hannah's strength easily knocked him down onto the metal planks that made up the deck of the Interceptor. Instinctively, his hand with the Hidden Blade darted out, driving the weapon home into her upper arm for maybe an inch; an unfortunate, instinctive habit of his that he had adopted when he was training as an Assassin.When his mind finally came to terms with just what happened, he was already pinned down, with the buccaneer's Switchblade pressing into the exposed, soft flesh of his neck. Tch, it wasn't like he had never been defeated.
He pulled back his arm with the Hidden Blade, which he had driven earlier into Hannah's arm, retracting the weapon into the metal bracer on his arm. "Alright, you win." A part of him, the part of him that was still a stupid little teenager, screamed at just how easily he was giving up, before it was quickly overwhelmed by the logical, more controlled Septimus and shoved into the very back of his mind. "Now would you mind let me get back up?"
Once he got back up to his feet, Ulysses sheathed his sword. "You are quite skilled, Hannah, I must say." He ordered one of his Assassini to bring over a bottle of chilled yum, and two glasses, with the Assassino handing her one, the admiral pouring himself one. He settled onto a stack of boxes against the railing as he sipped on his drink, chuckling slightly as Cahin moved to be seated next to him.
The admiral was waiting for her to speak, while doing his best to ignore some words that crawled into his mind that he really SHOULDN'T be thinking right now...
Ulysses Septimus- Clockwork
- Posts : 715
Join date : 2014-02-08
Age : 29
Location : Valencia, Spiral -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Hannah Durante Fri May 09, 2014 11:03 pm
((this is when they need to have a very sad little buccaneer club with Rooke LOL. oh no i'm sorry my hyper mental images, idek. And phew, glad! LOL seppy at the end there though. Him and the jester in close proximity is just....I have a song for this that's cracking me up i'll show you on skype.))
----
Hannah gave a loud yelp of pain as the hidden blade was driven viciously into her upper arm The Admiral had very good instincts, and while she had expected him to lash out reflexively...she honestly hadn't foreseen him driving his blade in quite as deeply as he had. Which had been enough to feel the blade dig in and twist hard. The metal of the blade was also a lot sharper than the ones she was used to as well, so the fact it hurt as much as it did came as an actual shock to her.
"Merde!"
It took every ounce of self restraint she had within her and left to not make any attempt to cover or address her wounds and see her plan through to the finish. But the cry, exclamation, and the way her expression had twisted in pain were indication enough of just how much of that she had felt...and continued to, as the momentum of the fall carried her arm that much further into the blade. By the time Septimus had actually hit the ground and she had pressed her switchblade against his throat, it was that much more obvious that she was in more pain than he was at the moment. All thanks to that reckless move.
But...Hannah didn't regret having been so impulsive, letting out a loud, huff of meshed relief and pain when he pulled the now bloody hidden blade out of her arm and back into its bracer, as well as heard the three words that made all of this seem worth it in the end. She'd won. A wave of euphoria rushed through her at the very thought, enough to dull the pain for about all of ten seconds as her lips automatically parted in a smile again. It felt....awful physically, but wonderful mentally. And to think, she had done it without her halberd!
His other words registered a moment late, but once they had, she suddenly remembered how this might have looked for him, especially to anybody else.
"Oh! Of course, Admiral.."
Hannah quickly moved the switchblade away, concealing it back within its bracer before she released the hold she had on him and stood up, taking several steps back to give him room to straighten himself up as well as breathe. Her left arm went to cradle the injured one, unable to cover the full extent of the gash that had been left or stop all of the bleeding. The buccaneer grimaced again as waves of pain rocketed through her right arm. All of this just to win? She must have been channeling her 17-year old self throughout this entire battle. At least she'd won though, she supposed....which she hoped counted for something in the eyes of all of those around her.
Hannah glanced up at Ulysses as he spoke, beaming as much as she could at the compliment amidst trying to not display too much of her pain. That certainly meant something, coming from the likes of him.
"Thank you...I may not possess your brand and even some of your level of skills, or ever hope to, but I am proud of the ones the wars helped me obtain. Still, you're a regular little scrapper yourself- I don't believe I've met a swashbuckler that had your level of stamina and ability to hold back a buccaneer. Impressive. As my arm could tell you..."
The buccaneer gave a weak chuckle at her own expense. Apparently she had just wanted this more, enough to sacrifice her own body if it meant pulling out a victory. Gingerly, she took the glass of chilled yum she was handed with her free hand, hoping this would help serve to encourage her wound to patch up further, before they found themselves surrounded by pirates. Hannah was content to stand at the moment, deciding she would sit later.
"Sorry I had to...well, that." She continued after she had taken a few sips. "If it makes you feel any better Admiral, I can safely promise I will not be tackling you like that ever again."
----
Hannah gave a loud yelp of pain as the hidden blade was driven viciously into her upper arm The Admiral had very good instincts, and while she had expected him to lash out reflexively...she honestly hadn't foreseen him driving his blade in quite as deeply as he had. Which had been enough to feel the blade dig in and twist hard. The metal of the blade was also a lot sharper than the ones she was used to as well, so the fact it hurt as much as it did came as an actual shock to her.
"Merde!"
It took every ounce of self restraint she had within her and left to not make any attempt to cover or address her wounds and see her plan through to the finish. But the cry, exclamation, and the way her expression had twisted in pain were indication enough of just how much of that she had felt...and continued to, as the momentum of the fall carried her arm that much further into the blade. By the time Septimus had actually hit the ground and she had pressed her switchblade against his throat, it was that much more obvious that she was in more pain than he was at the moment. All thanks to that reckless move.
But...Hannah didn't regret having been so impulsive, letting out a loud, huff of meshed relief and pain when he pulled the now bloody hidden blade out of her arm and back into its bracer, as well as heard the three words that made all of this seem worth it in the end. She'd won. A wave of euphoria rushed through her at the very thought, enough to dull the pain for about all of ten seconds as her lips automatically parted in a smile again. It felt....awful physically, but wonderful mentally. And to think, she had done it without her halberd!
His other words registered a moment late, but once they had, she suddenly remembered how this might have looked for him, especially to anybody else.
"Oh! Of course, Admiral.."
Hannah quickly moved the switchblade away, concealing it back within its bracer before she released the hold she had on him and stood up, taking several steps back to give him room to straighten himself up as well as breathe. Her left arm went to cradle the injured one, unable to cover the full extent of the gash that had been left or stop all of the bleeding. The buccaneer grimaced again as waves of pain rocketed through her right arm. All of this just to win? She must have been channeling her 17-year old self throughout this entire battle. At least she'd won though, she supposed....which she hoped counted for something in the eyes of all of those around her.
Hannah glanced up at Ulysses as he spoke, beaming as much as she could at the compliment amidst trying to not display too much of her pain. That certainly meant something, coming from the likes of him.
"Thank you...I may not possess your brand and even some of your level of skills, or ever hope to, but I am proud of the ones the wars helped me obtain. Still, you're a regular little scrapper yourself- I don't believe I've met a swashbuckler that had your level of stamina and ability to hold back a buccaneer. Impressive. As my arm could tell you..."
The buccaneer gave a weak chuckle at her own expense. Apparently she had just wanted this more, enough to sacrifice her own body if it meant pulling out a victory. Gingerly, she took the glass of chilled yum she was handed with her free hand, hoping this would help serve to encourage her wound to patch up further, before they found themselves surrounded by pirates. Hannah was content to stand at the moment, deciding she would sit later.
"Sorry I had to...well, that." She continued after she had taken a few sips. "If it makes you feel any better Admiral, I can safely promise I will not be tackling you like that ever again."
Hannah Durante- Clockwork
- Posts : 191
Join date : 2014-02-08 -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Ulysses Septimus Sat May 10, 2014 8:45 pm
((LOL true, because no one else understands buccaneers except for fellow buccs.. XD I have to admit, that song you showed me cracked me up as well, thank you! And sorry in advance this post sucks and with a really crappy time skip.))
-----
"That would be much preferable."Ulysses sipped on his own glass with a touch of elegance in his move, brushing a lock of his silver hair out of his face with his left hand. Under the light, the scar the cut across his face was much more visible, curling like a snake across his face; it was something his foe had left him from a previous time, and not exactly something he was proud of, since he received this one while barely escaping with his life.
The admiral took another sip from his cup, "Let me tell you a story..." When he started to speak, he gestured to Decimus, who brought over a bottle of hydrogen peroxide as well as a roll of bandages...
(Flashback)
Ulysses, with a strip of fabric wrapped around the stump of his left wrist, stood near the edge of the tower, his back to a 90 foot drop to the ground. He looked behind him at the sheer drop, then back at the 50 or so guards and at the now rogue Assassin Atticus Mercilus with eyes that were much like a cornered animal's. His lips thinned into a line, his only hand tight around the hilt of the sword he had taken from a guard he had slain with his Hidden Blade.
"Give up, Septimus!"Atticus called arrogantly, "there is no way for you to escape, so why fight?"
"Because I have what you don't have!"Ulysses roared angrily, "I have loyalty, honor, and will, while you are nothing but a coward who had to buy his way up in the Grand Master's tournament!" He looked behind him once more, then back at the older man. The Assassin Grand Master flung his sword down, "When there is nothing, I create everything!"
Atticus opened his mouth, only to be stunned into silence as Ulysses flung himself off the edge by performing a backward Leap of Faith...
Plummeting through the air, the Assassin had no time to feel the agony when his body finally collided hard with the rocks. A jolt of pain, like someone had struck his head with a crossbow bolt, knocked him out completely.
When he finally woke up, he was back in the Assassin Headquarters, with a mechanical hand as well as a scar cutting across the side of his face, which, according to Cristobal, was because of a jagged rock had ripped into his flesh when he collided with the ground. However, much to his own displeasure, Atticus Mercilus had evaded his grasp once more, far gone when the Assassini loyal to Ulysses had showed up to collect their Grand Master.
(Flashback ends)
The day flew by fairly quick afterwards: it consisted mostly of chattering among Ulysses' living soldiers (more exactly, Assassini loyal to him), the admiral himself speaking with either Hannah (mainly just stories of himself fighting on the front lines with his brethren during the Assassin/Templar wars) or sparring with Cahin, and the Assassin engineer working on yet ANOTHER project of his...
When dinner rolled around, Septimus displayed just how generous he could be by treating all of the humans onboard to a meal of steak, chilled yum (laced with vitamins to keep everyone's energy up) and several other things, with the Admiral himself dining in his cabin with the Harlequin, the rest on the deck by a table the Assassini had set up...
It wasn't long before everyone had retreated into their cabins in preparation for tomorrow.
-----
"That would be much preferable."Ulysses sipped on his own glass with a touch of elegance in his move, brushing a lock of his silver hair out of his face with his left hand. Under the light, the scar the cut across his face was much more visible, curling like a snake across his face; it was something his foe had left him from a previous time, and not exactly something he was proud of, since he received this one while barely escaping with his life.
The admiral took another sip from his cup, "Let me tell you a story..." When he started to speak, he gestured to Decimus, who brought over a bottle of hydrogen peroxide as well as a roll of bandages...
(Flashback)
Ulysses, with a strip of fabric wrapped around the stump of his left wrist, stood near the edge of the tower, his back to a 90 foot drop to the ground. He looked behind him at the sheer drop, then back at the 50 or so guards and at the now rogue Assassin Atticus Mercilus with eyes that were much like a cornered animal's. His lips thinned into a line, his only hand tight around the hilt of the sword he had taken from a guard he had slain with his Hidden Blade.
"Give up, Septimus!"Atticus called arrogantly, "there is no way for you to escape, so why fight?"
"Because I have what you don't have!"Ulysses roared angrily, "I have loyalty, honor, and will, while you are nothing but a coward who had to buy his way up in the Grand Master's tournament!" He looked behind him once more, then back at the older man. The Assassin Grand Master flung his sword down, "When there is nothing, I create everything!"
Atticus opened his mouth, only to be stunned into silence as Ulysses flung himself off the edge by performing a backward Leap of Faith...
Plummeting through the air, the Assassin had no time to feel the agony when his body finally collided hard with the rocks. A jolt of pain, like someone had struck his head with a crossbow bolt, knocked him out completely.
When he finally woke up, he was back in the Assassin Headquarters, with a mechanical hand as well as a scar cutting across the side of his face, which, according to Cristobal, was because of a jagged rock had ripped into his flesh when he collided with the ground. However, much to his own displeasure, Atticus Mercilus had evaded his grasp once more, far gone when the Assassini loyal to Ulysses had showed up to collect their Grand Master.
(Flashback ends)
The day flew by fairly quick afterwards: it consisted mostly of chattering among Ulysses' living soldiers (more exactly, Assassini loyal to him), the admiral himself speaking with either Hannah (mainly just stories of himself fighting on the front lines with his brethren during the Assassin/Templar wars) or sparring with Cahin, and the Assassin engineer working on yet ANOTHER project of his...
When dinner rolled around, Septimus displayed just how generous he could be by treating all of the humans onboard to a meal of steak, chilled yum (laced with vitamins to keep everyone's energy up) and several other things, with the Admiral himself dining in his cabin with the Harlequin, the rest on the deck by a table the Assassini had set up...
It wasn't long before everyone had retreated into their cabins in preparation for tomorrow.
Ulysses Septimus- Clockwork
- Posts : 715
Join date : 2014-02-08
Age : 29
Location : Valencia, Spiral -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Hannah Durante Sat May 10, 2014 9:47 pm
((Exactly! BEST CLUB. hahah you're welcome, you should see the weird music video for it. Oh pfft it doesn't suck and it's not a bad time skip at all! I just apologize if this post of mine tanks..HOPEFULLY NOT, my mind is everywhere tonight.))
----------
She laughed at his response, nodding in agreement with that as she downed the rest of the chilled yum and returned the delicate glass to one of the assassini who came by to collect them from both her and the Admiral. It would be far preferable to her as well, if his reaction was going to be that explosive. Not to mention the fact it wouldn't look very good on her record if half the other Valencians thought she typically went around tackling her superiors like that. For that reason, as well as his own good, Hannah had already made up her mind not to discuss this sparring match outside of this ship and those who had seen it. If the Admiral ever wanted to mention it that was fine by her, though she doubted he would- not because he had been defeated, but sparring wasn't really something usually worth gossip.
The buccaneer soon found herself drawn by the scar that snaked across the Admiral's face, almost finding some amount of humor in the fact it appeared the both of them had one in almost the same position...but of course his was much worse, longer, deeper than the one she had. Hannah almost felt compelled to touch her own as she stared, for once getting a good look at it since he wasn't wearing a full-face mask and his long, silver locks weren't obscuring it from view. She had gotten off lucky with hers, the human woman reflected, as she looked at just how much damage Septimus's scar spoke of.
Evidently she had been staring a moment too long though, as Ulysses decided to tell her a story, and she had a hunch it would have to do with this scar, maybe even more. Or, perhaps now that they had a moment to relax, he simply wanted to tell more of his side of the stories Cristobal had fed her. Either way she was happy to listen, actually finding a spot to sit down and try to be more comfortable as she did. Her attention was diverted only briefly to Decimus as he brought forth a roll of bandages and hydrogen peroxide on Ulysses's command, and she made it a point to offer him a grateful smile as well as a respectful dip of her head. Clockwork or not he was still an officer, technically above her in rank as well- she wouldn't make the mistake of coming across disrespectful.
"Thank you, seems like officers of your sort of models are always covering my recklessness. I'll have to be sure to return the favor someday and look out for one of you, instead of the other way around."
Cautiously, Hannah applied only as much of the liquid to the wound as necessary; wincing at the burning pain she was met with, though almost shockingly able to dress and attend to this sort of wound herself. Which she knew probably made it obvious just how reckless she had been in her past, to have gotten this good at doing this sort of thing. After the stinging had died down enough she handed the bottle back to the clockwork, then set to work wrapping a set of bandages around the gash; ripping it from the roll with her teeth once she was done, which she likewise handed back to the clockwork. This was just like old times when wounded on the battlefield, she mused.
"Thank you again, for being such a gracious officer." Hannah finished up toward Decimus, not wanting to see like she was just shoving things at him because he seemed lesser to her. She just didn't know where else these things would go, and assumed he would task himself with putting them back anyway. "Especially since I used a drunken brawling hall technique on your cr-commander."
Hannah wasn't sure if what Cristobal had told her about Decimus was something they wanted to talk about in the open, so she caught herself before she referred to Ulysses as his maker, instead opting to refer to him as the clockwork's commander. She didn't have to worry too much about that potential little slip anyway, as the Admiral began his story only a few seconds after, successfully diverting their attentions to what he had to say.
The buccaneer listened intently as he described the whole, horrid ordeal he had gone through with Atticus that had left him not only with the long, large scar on her face, feeling a sickening sensation in the pit of her stomach the more she listened, as she tried to imagine a younger Ulysses doing something like...like that. The Admiral had always been an incredibly brave man it seemed, and to think that had been the only option he'd felt he'd had left when cornered by that viper. An option that had led to so many problems, that mechanical arm of his included. To make matters work, that snake had actually managed to get away with all of what he'd done, so all of those wounds Ulysses had gotten....they hadn't even been able to apprehend Atticus to make up with it.
Hearing more about that man sickened her to the core, he sounded truly reprehensible. She couldn't have been happier with the fact they had finally found and were going to make him pay for his crimes now. It had been so many years from the end of the story to now as Ulysses had told her, it was about time justice would be served. Hannah only hoped the Admiral would be vicious and without a shred of mercy on his foe- pity and mercy were concepts wasted on those like him, after all. She felt no sympathy for him at all, he had done nothing to deserve such a thing and seemingly everything possible to destroy his chances of gaining that from anybody.
More than ever she promised the Admiral to help him see to it this man and his followers toppled, especially after the story he had shared with her. It was promise she intended to keep to, much like the one she had given Kane.
The rest of the day went by in a blur, and with a tone unlike the story she had been told. The ship and her human occupants especially were lively for the rest of the evening, as if they were merely sailing home or on a trip instead of to wage a bloody siege. There were more, happier stories of times past, sparring matches between some of the others, and even an extravagant dinner that Septimus treated all of them who could consume food and drink to. She had felt honored to have been included among the masses, almost like she had stepped back into a chapter of her past were everything had been okay, right down to the man of the hour having a more private meal in his own quarters.
By the time she had retreated to the cabin that had been left her, Hannah almost felt like things were..normal again, even though they weren't. She gave a warm smile as she settled herself into the small bed she had been left, her fingers gingerly tracing the necklace she often wore underneath all of her clothing. The one most people didn't get a chance to see because of the bad memories and feelings it tended to bring up. Which it didn't quite as badly right now, due to what she'd been promised, what they'd offered to help out with that magical apple...
"I'll bring you back dad, don't you worry. To everything you once were, and more! We can help protect mom, Valencia, just like we promised.. They've finally heard my pleas for help. We're so close to being able to be a family again... I won't let you down."
And the pressures of taking care of her her family would not be a burden she faced alone. Hannah could feel tears of mixed emotion building at the corners of her eyes as she clenched her fingers tightly against the jewelry. It was almost finally time to make things better....it felt like a dream but yet it was actually happening! She would have given up all of her freedoms, no matter how she felt about that topic, if it would bring her father back from the condition he had been left in for so very long and give at least her parents their old sense of family back.
It was with that thought in mind Hannah finally allowed herself to drift off to sleep, still holding onto the necklace tightly, almost as if afraid she would miss her opportunity forever if she let go.
She woke the next morning to the sounds of a busy ship, the soldiers and others already likely going about their rounds. Hannah groaned at herself as she got herself up, going through whatever grooming habits she could to ensure she was at least presentable. She felt guilty that she had slept in when it sounded like barely anybody else in, and quickly emerged from her cabin; for the first time in a long while allowing the necklace, a red and golden version of Valencia's emblem, the one her father had worn for many years while serving the unicorn royalty that he had granted her, to hang proudly in sight.
Her eyes traveled the length of the ship, noting that many of the clockworks and Ulysses's other personal soldiers were already fast at work. She fidgeted in place as she watched them, uncomfortable with just standing around. She looked all around for somebody who could give her something to do, the expression on her face making it obvious she wanted to help out with something.
----------
She laughed at his response, nodding in agreement with that as she downed the rest of the chilled yum and returned the delicate glass to one of the assassini who came by to collect them from both her and the Admiral. It would be far preferable to her as well, if his reaction was going to be that explosive. Not to mention the fact it wouldn't look very good on her record if half the other Valencians thought she typically went around tackling her superiors like that. For that reason, as well as his own good, Hannah had already made up her mind not to discuss this sparring match outside of this ship and those who had seen it. If the Admiral ever wanted to mention it that was fine by her, though she doubted he would- not because he had been defeated, but sparring wasn't really something usually worth gossip.
The buccaneer soon found herself drawn by the scar that snaked across the Admiral's face, almost finding some amount of humor in the fact it appeared the both of them had one in almost the same position...but of course his was much worse, longer, deeper than the one she had. Hannah almost felt compelled to touch her own as she stared, for once getting a good look at it since he wasn't wearing a full-face mask and his long, silver locks weren't obscuring it from view. She had gotten off lucky with hers, the human woman reflected, as she looked at just how much damage Septimus's scar spoke of.
Evidently she had been staring a moment too long though, as Ulysses decided to tell her a story, and she had a hunch it would have to do with this scar, maybe even more. Or, perhaps now that they had a moment to relax, he simply wanted to tell more of his side of the stories Cristobal had fed her. Either way she was happy to listen, actually finding a spot to sit down and try to be more comfortable as she did. Her attention was diverted only briefly to Decimus as he brought forth a roll of bandages and hydrogen peroxide on Ulysses's command, and she made it a point to offer him a grateful smile as well as a respectful dip of her head. Clockwork or not he was still an officer, technically above her in rank as well- she wouldn't make the mistake of coming across disrespectful.
"Thank you, seems like officers of your sort of models are always covering my recklessness. I'll have to be sure to return the favor someday and look out for one of you, instead of the other way around."
Cautiously, Hannah applied only as much of the liquid to the wound as necessary; wincing at the burning pain she was met with, though almost shockingly able to dress and attend to this sort of wound herself. Which she knew probably made it obvious just how reckless she had been in her past, to have gotten this good at doing this sort of thing. After the stinging had died down enough she handed the bottle back to the clockwork, then set to work wrapping a set of bandages around the gash; ripping it from the roll with her teeth once she was done, which she likewise handed back to the clockwork. This was just like old times when wounded on the battlefield, she mused.
"Thank you again, for being such a gracious officer." Hannah finished up toward Decimus, not wanting to see like she was just shoving things at him because he seemed lesser to her. She just didn't know where else these things would go, and assumed he would task himself with putting them back anyway. "Especially since I used a drunken brawling hall technique on your cr-commander."
Hannah wasn't sure if what Cristobal had told her about Decimus was something they wanted to talk about in the open, so she caught herself before she referred to Ulysses as his maker, instead opting to refer to him as the clockwork's commander. She didn't have to worry too much about that potential little slip anyway, as the Admiral began his story only a few seconds after, successfully diverting their attentions to what he had to say.
The buccaneer listened intently as he described the whole, horrid ordeal he had gone through with Atticus that had left him not only with the long, large scar on her face, feeling a sickening sensation in the pit of her stomach the more she listened, as she tried to imagine a younger Ulysses doing something like...like that. The Admiral had always been an incredibly brave man it seemed, and to think that had been the only option he'd felt he'd had left when cornered by that viper. An option that had led to so many problems, that mechanical arm of his included. To make matters work, that snake had actually managed to get away with all of what he'd done, so all of those wounds Ulysses had gotten....they hadn't even been able to apprehend Atticus to make up with it.
Hearing more about that man sickened her to the core, he sounded truly reprehensible. She couldn't have been happier with the fact they had finally found and were going to make him pay for his crimes now. It had been so many years from the end of the story to now as Ulysses had told her, it was about time justice would be served. Hannah only hoped the Admiral would be vicious and without a shred of mercy on his foe- pity and mercy were concepts wasted on those like him, after all. She felt no sympathy for him at all, he had done nothing to deserve such a thing and seemingly everything possible to destroy his chances of gaining that from anybody.
More than ever she promised the Admiral to help him see to it this man and his followers toppled, especially after the story he had shared with her. It was promise she intended to keep to, much like the one she had given Kane.
The rest of the day went by in a blur, and with a tone unlike the story she had been told. The ship and her human occupants especially were lively for the rest of the evening, as if they were merely sailing home or on a trip instead of to wage a bloody siege. There were more, happier stories of times past, sparring matches between some of the others, and even an extravagant dinner that Septimus treated all of them who could consume food and drink to. She had felt honored to have been included among the masses, almost like she had stepped back into a chapter of her past were everything had been okay, right down to the man of the hour having a more private meal in his own quarters.
By the time she had retreated to the cabin that had been left her, Hannah almost felt like things were..normal again, even though they weren't. She gave a warm smile as she settled herself into the small bed she had been left, her fingers gingerly tracing the necklace she often wore underneath all of her clothing. The one most people didn't get a chance to see because of the bad memories and feelings it tended to bring up. Which it didn't quite as badly right now, due to what she'd been promised, what they'd offered to help out with that magical apple...
"I'll bring you back dad, don't you worry. To everything you once were, and more! We can help protect mom, Valencia, just like we promised.. They've finally heard my pleas for help. We're so close to being able to be a family again... I won't let you down."
And the pressures of taking care of her her family would not be a burden she faced alone. Hannah could feel tears of mixed emotion building at the corners of her eyes as she clenched her fingers tightly against the jewelry. It was almost finally time to make things better....it felt like a dream but yet it was actually happening! She would have given up all of her freedoms, no matter how she felt about that topic, if it would bring her father back from the condition he had been left in for so very long and give at least her parents their old sense of family back.
It was with that thought in mind Hannah finally allowed herself to drift off to sleep, still holding onto the necklace tightly, almost as if afraid she would miss her opportunity forever if she let go.
She woke the next morning to the sounds of a busy ship, the soldiers and others already likely going about their rounds. Hannah groaned at herself as she got herself up, going through whatever grooming habits she could to ensure she was at least presentable. She felt guilty that she had slept in when it sounded like barely anybody else in, and quickly emerged from her cabin; for the first time in a long while allowing the necklace, a red and golden version of Valencia's emblem, the one her father had worn for many years while serving the unicorn royalty that he had granted her, to hang proudly in sight.
Her eyes traveled the length of the ship, noting that many of the clockworks and Ulysses's other personal soldiers were already fast at work. She fidgeted in place as she watched them, uncomfortable with just standing around. She looked all around for somebody who could give her something to do, the expression on her face making it obvious she wanted to help out with something.
Hannah Durante- Clockwork
- Posts : 191
Join date : 2014-02-08 -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Ulysses Septimus Sat May 10, 2014 10:19 pm
((XD your post doesn't suck, and I am really happy to know it gave you stuff to go off of!))
----
Ulysses stepped from his cabin in that moment, dressed in the battle regalia his mentor had supplied him with, Cahin close on his heels: he had donned a long, black great coat with golden epaulettes-not as fancy as his Admiral's uniform's coat, just simple enough for battle-that went a few inches below his knees, buttoned up to the stiff collar. White gloves stretched over his hands as so he would be able to grip his sword better, which rested by his hip, hanging from a blood red sash that served as his belt, the belt itself bearing the Valencian Assassin Order symbol (the A symbol inside the cogwheel).
Black, travel worn boots were what he had decided on, instead of the overly polished pair he had worn with his admiral's outfit. A black tricorn with a golden edge and pinned by two pins that was the Armada insignia was in his hands, ready to be worn as he had made it to tie his long, silver locks up in a ponytail at the base of his skull like how many of the clockworks had done; that way, it would not hinder him in battle.
He was virtually a walking, living copy of Commander Kane, minus the hat and the mask, which sat in its box on Cristobal's desk.
Ulysses slipped his hat on, settling into his throne as he gave a nod to Hannah, "I think you can help get some of the guns ready: in case there is a ship battle." He returned his eyes to his lieutenant Sentus Optimus, who quickly reported that they are entering the boundaries of Mooshu, and would be arriving at Khotan Isle at exactly midday, about 3 or 4 hours later.
He was ready for battle, ready to let out the most brutal side of him.
----
Ulysses stepped from his cabin in that moment, dressed in the battle regalia his mentor had supplied him with, Cahin close on his heels: he had donned a long, black great coat with golden epaulettes-not as fancy as his Admiral's uniform's coat, just simple enough for battle-that went a few inches below his knees, buttoned up to the stiff collar. White gloves stretched over his hands as so he would be able to grip his sword better, which rested by his hip, hanging from a blood red sash that served as his belt, the belt itself bearing the Valencian Assassin Order symbol (the A symbol inside the cogwheel).
Black, travel worn boots were what he had decided on, instead of the overly polished pair he had worn with his admiral's outfit. A black tricorn with a golden edge and pinned by two pins that was the Armada insignia was in his hands, ready to be worn as he had made it to tie his long, silver locks up in a ponytail at the base of his skull like how many of the clockworks had done; that way, it would not hinder him in battle.
He was virtually a walking, living copy of Commander Kane, minus the hat and the mask, which sat in its box on Cristobal's desk.
Ulysses slipped his hat on, settling into his throne as he gave a nod to Hannah, "I think you can help get some of the guns ready: in case there is a ship battle." He returned his eyes to his lieutenant Sentus Optimus, who quickly reported that they are entering the boundaries of Mooshu, and would be arriving at Khotan Isle at exactly midday, about 3 or 4 hours later.
He was ready for battle, ready to let out the most brutal side of him.
Ulysses Septimus- Clockwork
- Posts : 715
Join date : 2014-02-08
Age : 29
Location : Valencia, Spiral -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Hannah Durante Sat May 10, 2014 11:01 pm
((IT DID, but I am glad to inform you that you always give me plenty to go off of! LOL AT THIS SURPRISE. I'm cracking up, you excellent troll. >D))
------
She turned as she caught sight of two figures emerging from Ulysses's cabin, certain that the Admiral would be able to point her in the right direction as far as being helpful went. This was his ship after all, so he knew better than anybody. Besides, she had to acclimate to taking orders from him, and what better way than to seek any out like a good little soldier to make the process easier on him as well? Especially given the events of yesterday.
Hannah had opened her mouth before she had even fully spun around, intending to catch his attention right away...but her words faltered, dying at the back of her throat momentarily as she got a good look at him, what he was wearing. An anxious heat crept through her body the more she stared at it, who it reminded her of. Thank goodness he chosen not to wear the mask, or he might have actually been able to pass off as Kane himself with that ensemble! It was still a bit much for her to take in, no matter the progress that had been made here. Even though Kane had been arguably generous with her back in Cadiz, he had also been evasive, spoken to her in that manipulative tone of his. The one that toyed with and tormented anybody in her position, because she knew he knew just how much power he held over others.
It made her worry about Ulysses, to see how much he appeared to idolize Kane. The clockwork had started out with the best of intentions too, and she was concerned about fully putting her trust in the Admiral. Charisma could be faked, after all, quite well in fact. She just worried the Admiral might take a turn in the same direction, toward oppressive, all in pursuit of what he too thought was 'right' for Valencia. Especially since Kane had indicated he would be taking his throne, once the grand design had gone into full effect. But...maybe Ulysses would be far less of a tyrant in those ways, and maybe Kane would return to as close to his old normalcy as was possible once the threat of pirates had been diminished, if everybody else could show that without pirates they could lead more wholesome, normal lives again themselves.
Only time would tell in this case... For now however, she would keep her guard up where she felt she needed to. As long as they kept her promises to her though, it would all be okay, so long as her father was alright and allowed to be both happy and healthy in the end. Even if they decided to pretend as if they'd never made the deal to do away with her contract....So long as he was whole again, and she was given a place in whatever this new utopia was, she would endure what she had to.
The buccaneer was brought back to reality as Ulysses finally spoke once he had slipped back onto his throne, indicating a task she might be able to help with. She nodded to that, trying to seem as if she hadn't just been gawking in a very different kind of awe at what he had come out of his cabin looking like. Just in case he had taken notice though, she felt this time it was better to remark upon it. Just in case..
"Pardon me I...just could not believe my eyes how much resemblance you bear to the Supreme Commander right now. I do believe that will work very well to your advantage in battle, you might just be able to fool some of those pirates into thinking you are Kane."
This was a case she would not hold fear against pirates or blame them. While he was indeed a great and capable hero, working tirelessly toward his purpose and...obviously his own goals now, Kane was also a force to be reckoned with and feared. You did not want him as your enemy, and even many pirates seemed to at least have that much sense. Not all, but plenty...he had made a name for himself through actions and truth after all, not rumors.
"I shall attend to that right away, Admiral. Unless, there is another title I should be calling you by?"
Honestly, she wasn't sure what he preferred somebody like her to call him to be respectful, and Hannah wanted to make sure she was doing it properly. She was on their side after all, and she didn't want any little slipups that might have made anybody question that. Once he answered her, the buccaneer would rush off to check the guns as indicated, and help ensure they were prepared for battle. It was a task she had often been asked of back during the old war, so she knew she could pick it up again pretty well in a pinch like this.[/i][/i]
------
She turned as she caught sight of two figures emerging from Ulysses's cabin, certain that the Admiral would be able to point her in the right direction as far as being helpful went. This was his ship after all, so he knew better than anybody. Besides, she had to acclimate to taking orders from him, and what better way than to seek any out like a good little soldier to make the process easier on him as well? Especially given the events of yesterday.
Hannah had opened her mouth before she had even fully spun around, intending to catch his attention right away...but her words faltered, dying at the back of her throat momentarily as she got a good look at him, what he was wearing. An anxious heat crept through her body the more she stared at it, who it reminded her of. Thank goodness he chosen not to wear the mask, or he might have actually been able to pass off as Kane himself with that ensemble! It was still a bit much for her to take in, no matter the progress that had been made here. Even though Kane had been arguably generous with her back in Cadiz, he had also been evasive, spoken to her in that manipulative tone of his. The one that toyed with and tormented anybody in her position, because she knew he knew just how much power he held over others.
It made her worry about Ulysses, to see how much he appeared to idolize Kane. The clockwork had started out with the best of intentions too, and she was concerned about fully putting her trust in the Admiral. Charisma could be faked, after all, quite well in fact. She just worried the Admiral might take a turn in the same direction, toward oppressive, all in pursuit of what he too thought was 'right' for Valencia. Especially since Kane had indicated he would be taking his throne, once the grand design had gone into full effect. But...maybe Ulysses would be far less of a tyrant in those ways, and maybe Kane would return to as close to his old normalcy as was possible once the threat of pirates had been diminished, if everybody else could show that without pirates they could lead more wholesome, normal lives again themselves.
Only time would tell in this case... For now however, she would keep her guard up where she felt she needed to. As long as they kept her promises to her though, it would all be okay, so long as her father was alright and allowed to be both happy and healthy in the end. Even if they decided to pretend as if they'd never made the deal to do away with her contract....So long as he was whole again, and she was given a place in whatever this new utopia was, she would endure what she had to.
The buccaneer was brought back to reality as Ulysses finally spoke once he had slipped back onto his throne, indicating a task she might be able to help with. She nodded to that, trying to seem as if she hadn't just been gawking in a very different kind of awe at what he had come out of his cabin looking like. Just in case he had taken notice though, she felt this time it was better to remark upon it. Just in case..
"Pardon me I...just could not believe my eyes how much resemblance you bear to the Supreme Commander right now. I do believe that will work very well to your advantage in battle, you might just be able to fool some of those pirates into thinking you are Kane."
This was a case she would not hold fear against pirates or blame them. While he was indeed a great and capable hero, working tirelessly toward his purpose and...obviously his own goals now, Kane was also a force to be reckoned with and feared. You did not want him as your enemy, and even many pirates seemed to at least have that much sense. Not all, but plenty...he had made a name for himself through actions and truth after all, not rumors.
"I shall attend to that right away, Admiral. Unless, there is another title I should be calling you by?"
Honestly, she wasn't sure what he preferred somebody like her to call him to be respectful, and Hannah wanted to make sure she was doing it properly. She was on their side after all, and she didn't want any little slipups that might have made anybody question that. Once he answered her, the buccaneer would rush off to check the guns as indicated, and help ensure they were prepared for battle. It was a task she had often been asked of back during the old war, so she knew she could pick it up again pretty well in a pinch like this.[/i][/i]
Hannah Durante- Clockwork
- Posts : 191
Join date : 2014-02-08 -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Ulysses Septimus Sat May 10, 2014 11:38 pm
((Proud troll since eight grade >D and good to know that you have what you need! If not, feel free to tell me!))
----
"That title would be good enough."Ulysses chuckled, one hand resting on his sword, the other on one of the armrests of his throne, "as for this appearance of mine... You were exactly right, intimidation is what I am looking for, something which our beloved Commander is rather adept at." He didn't even blink as the Interceptor exited the stormgate, landing right in Hamamitsu Skyway.
The Armada frigate pulled smoothly into the windlane heading for Khotan, though Ulysses gestured for them to stop at Hamamitsu Garden. "We need to pick up medical supplies as well as some weapons." He beckoned two of the white-garbed Assassini to approach, issuing a command in a low tune. They nodded in understanding, stepping off the ship and returning about 15 minutes later with two crates, one rectangular the other square.
They set the boxes down with the others down in the cargo hold, which doubled as the ship's armory, then returned to join Ulysses' other living soldiers. By then just about all the humans onboard the ship had grown fidgety, anticipation thick in the air while the frigate sailed, taking the long way to Khotan in hopes of dragging out the time so it would be night when they arrive, thus concealing them from the sight of their enemies...
Ulysses knew they had succeeded when the Interceptor arrived in Khotan skyways at midnight sharp. He rose from his throne, striding over to Cristobal's desk and picked up the box containing his mask. Once he lowered it onto his face, the mask gave a hiss as it pressurized against his face, much like how Sentus Optimus' had when he put it one.
Now fully dressed in his battle regalia, Ulysses could pass off almost perfectly as Commander Kane... He issued another command, his voice changed to a smooth, powerful monotone by the mask he wore, "Approach carefully, do not give away our location." Sentus nodded obidently, guiding the ship around to the back of the fortress while Septimus gave another command, this one addressing everyone onboard.
"Prepare for battle."
----
"That title would be good enough."Ulysses chuckled, one hand resting on his sword, the other on one of the armrests of his throne, "as for this appearance of mine... You were exactly right, intimidation is what I am looking for, something which our beloved Commander is rather adept at." He didn't even blink as the Interceptor exited the stormgate, landing right in Hamamitsu Skyway.
The Armada frigate pulled smoothly into the windlane heading for Khotan, though Ulysses gestured for them to stop at Hamamitsu Garden. "We need to pick up medical supplies as well as some weapons." He beckoned two of the white-garbed Assassini to approach, issuing a command in a low tune. They nodded in understanding, stepping off the ship and returning about 15 minutes later with two crates, one rectangular the other square.
They set the boxes down with the others down in the cargo hold, which doubled as the ship's armory, then returned to join Ulysses' other living soldiers. By then just about all the humans onboard the ship had grown fidgety, anticipation thick in the air while the frigate sailed, taking the long way to Khotan in hopes of dragging out the time so it would be night when they arrive, thus concealing them from the sight of their enemies...
Ulysses knew they had succeeded when the Interceptor arrived in Khotan skyways at midnight sharp. He rose from his throne, striding over to Cristobal's desk and picked up the box containing his mask. Once he lowered it onto his face, the mask gave a hiss as it pressurized against his face, much like how Sentus Optimus' had when he put it one.
Now fully dressed in his battle regalia, Ulysses could pass off almost perfectly as Commander Kane... He issued another command, his voice changed to a smooth, powerful monotone by the mask he wore, "Approach carefully, do not give away our location." Sentus nodded obidently, guiding the ship around to the back of the fortress while Septimus gave another command, this one addressing everyone onboard.
"Prepare for battle."
Ulysses Septimus- Clockwork
- Posts : 715
Join date : 2014-02-08
Age : 29
Location : Valencia, Spiral -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Hannah Durante Sun May 11, 2014 11:47 am
((Haha so much time to troll, so much! It is fun though... >D Oh don't worry if I didn't I'd let you know, but usually you give me plenty. I hope this is enough for you though. If not let me know, but unfortunately it'll have to wait to be fixed until I get back home..I'm trying to rush to post before I leave. xP))
-----
Oh good, then she had already picked the best title to call him by. That thought eased Hannah's worries at least somewhat. She supposed she always had been decent at taking orders and that sort of thing, she certainly had done enough of that in her lifetime; having started when she had been on the fringes of her seventeenth year. She was almost twenty eight now, so the buccaneer certainly hoped she had learned plenty to keep her out of trouble by this point in her life. It would have been a sad affair indeed if she hadn't.
"Indeed Admiral, that has always been one of his strengths....among many others."
The buccaneer summoned old memories to the forefront of her mind as she thought about what Ulysses was saying, realizing that he was intentionally trying to pass himself off as Kane in order to intimidate their enemies that much more. She couldn't help but suspect there was more to it than that, that looking like him was also one of Septimus's ways of worshiping the Supreme Commander, but she wouldn't question or push that side of the matter and simply accept what he was telling her. As she remembered how fearsome the first of the clockworks had always been.
Flashes of the Polarian wars danced before her eyes, what she had seen on him on the field. Kane ripping through a line of enemies, Kane proving himself the most efficient commander of not only the horde of clockworks that had been built and then given control the navy, but everybody else as well. He had shamed so many living officers with his sharp, tactical mind, stirred jealousy among many of them with how strong and agile, how perfect he had been on top of all of that.
Not every Valencian captain or officer had been upset or felt replaced at first, though...Hannah could remember how some of them had initially felt, that Kane and his legions were the best weapons Valencia could have asked for; that they would defend her forever from her enemies, and lead her people to nothing but glory in the future. How ironic it was now that the clockworks intended to do just that, but not in a way anybody had ever expected. A means that was still hard to accept as the absolute moral right thing to do, at least to her. Hannah knew the sort of justification that went through Ulysses and Kane's minds, that sacrificing few for the good of many was a noble endeavor, and to a degree she agreed...she had fought in a war, after all.
It just seemed like, especially with the emergence of the war with Marleybone, that it would not be 'a few' who felt the wrath of Kane and the Armada. The pirates she did not care about, but the rest of the spiral, those whose only crimes were to disagree with what the clockworks were doing and defending their ways of life and homes, were and of their sacrifices truly necessary? Valencia had sprung into action against Marleybone so quickly, that it was clear in her mind Kane had been building his forces for quite some time, anticipating struggle, wars, the logical consequences of his desire to ensure complete dominion of the spiral. He was...becoming almost like another form of Napoleguin in these efforts, turning into what he had been build to defend against in the first place.
Though Hannah would follow, she would obey and do whatever was asked of her, this was still something that did not sit well in her mind. Maybe she did have too much of a conscience in some areas, but it was hard not to when she had fought alongside soldiers from many proud empires and seen them as brothers and sisters in arms. They could never compare to Valencia, she would always choose her home, family, and duty in the end....but she would still feel guilty for the others and what they would be put through and take no pleasure or comfort in watching them become victims of the Armada.
She would feel guilty forever for what her homeland was doing, for what she would help with and participate in. But at the same time, she clung onto at least some shred of hope that when Kane and the clockworks rebuilt the spiral they would have the best interests of everybody else at mind and not just their own; that they would prove her doubts and guilt wrong and once more show the great defenders and heroes they were. That the ends really would justify the means...She would be happy to admit she was wrong, that paranoia had gotten the best of her and everybody could once more coexist, but better with the elimination of as much piracy as possible.
Until the great design had gone into enough effect to see what exactly it entailed however, she could only anticipate the complete domination and subjugation of the spiral, where the perfect clockworks would assume the roles of masters of this new world, and the rest of them would become the puppets. So, difficult as it was, she had to bury as much of her conscience as possible....all to push herself onward into being the best soldier she possibly could again, to earn a good place in this new world for herself and her family, as well as a good lot in life under clockwork rule. At least she didn't have to worry about her moral compass here though, and those they were hunting down truly deserved what was coming to them.
Dismissed by the Admiral not long after that, Hannah made her way to the guns, settling herself up with one of the cannons that did not already have some kind of soldier standing next to them, prepared to help load and fire the second any nautical trouble came to her attention, if any ships were bold or stupid enough to take them on.
For once though it seemed nobody was. They were met with no resistance as they traversed Mooshu's skyways, and the only real action any of them saw that day was when the ship made a quick stop for a few of Ulysses's personal soldiers to pick up supplies from one of the larger-looking villages. Hannah wasn't sure what they stopped to pick up, as she did not hear the commands the men were issued and only saw them return with sealed crates, but assumed it had to do with their mission; supplies they would be needing to take on the force that had been described waiting for them.
From there they continued sailing quietly for several more hours, at that point she had become far more relaxed at her post, even left it for a few minutes to retrieve her shield and halberd from the cabin she'd been staying in. Complacent as it was, her doubts that they would be attacked on the way in proved truthful. It was incredibly peaceful sailing despite how restless many of them were starting to become, and it remained so up until midnight when they were almost at their destination. A flurry of activity, the living soldier's second winds, took place the second anybody noticed Septimus retrieving that eerie battle mask Cristobal had made improvements on. Especially when he issued commands that made it very clear they were right upon their mark.
She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on edge, both in anticipation of what was to come, and how the Admiral's voice sounded right now. It only became worse as they came upon the back of the imposing fortress they would be storming, as adrenaline for the upcoming battle was added to the mix.
Her right hand's fingers curled instinctively around the shaft of her weapon at the command Ulysses issued, as her mind once more dove into a sea of memories. She remembered when they had all been gathered, lower-ranked soldier, captains, and officers alike, to meet their new military commander. It had been during the height of the wars, when Casimir had wanted to intimidate Polaris as well as flaunt Valencia's genius and military prowess in everybody's face. It had been the first many of them had ever seen of Kane, and like a lot of the other impressionable, young soldiers, she had been quite taken and impressed with him. She had silently though eagerly promised herself right then and there as the clockwork had spoken for himself to all of them that she would not let him down, that she would impress him and earn a higher position within Valencia's forces just like she had with the unicorn officers she had been serving under for all of this time.
She remembered what she had felt then, the determined fire in her belly and chest, the first time the clockwork had issued commands to the lot of them, while sliding an officer of his own here or there to head up various brigades....the one who had saved her life having been appointed to lead and deliver his commands to the very unit she had served.
Hannah could feel that same fire in her stomach and chest as she emerged from those memories, almost the same excitement and desire to prove herself- especially since she had so much more to prove now, given both of the commanders seemed to know that she had a difficult time justifying some of their actions like they did. She did not want them to think they had to break her of any pesky moral 'for her own good', and so she had to perform at her absolute best for them on every battle she was now assigned to. This meant performing just as well as she would here at any place it wouldn't be so easy as this one, if they so desired, too.
"Lead the way, commander." The buccaneer found herself speaking as she straightened herself, attempting to look professional about this. Even though Ulysses had indicated Admiral was just fine, as he was to be the next Supreme Commander and looked like the current one, she could not help addressing him this way in the moment.
-----
Oh good, then she had already picked the best title to call him by. That thought eased Hannah's worries at least somewhat. She supposed she always had been decent at taking orders and that sort of thing, she certainly had done enough of that in her lifetime; having started when she had been on the fringes of her seventeenth year. She was almost twenty eight now, so the buccaneer certainly hoped she had learned plenty to keep her out of trouble by this point in her life. It would have been a sad affair indeed if she hadn't.
"Indeed Admiral, that has always been one of his strengths....among many others."
The buccaneer summoned old memories to the forefront of her mind as she thought about what Ulysses was saying, realizing that he was intentionally trying to pass himself off as Kane in order to intimidate their enemies that much more. She couldn't help but suspect there was more to it than that, that looking like him was also one of Septimus's ways of worshiping the Supreme Commander, but she wouldn't question or push that side of the matter and simply accept what he was telling her. As she remembered how fearsome the first of the clockworks had always been.
Flashes of the Polarian wars danced before her eyes, what she had seen on him on the field. Kane ripping through a line of enemies, Kane proving himself the most efficient commander of not only the horde of clockworks that had been built and then given control the navy, but everybody else as well. He had shamed so many living officers with his sharp, tactical mind, stirred jealousy among many of them with how strong and agile, how perfect he had been on top of all of that.
Not every Valencian captain or officer had been upset or felt replaced at first, though...Hannah could remember how some of them had initially felt, that Kane and his legions were the best weapons Valencia could have asked for; that they would defend her forever from her enemies, and lead her people to nothing but glory in the future. How ironic it was now that the clockworks intended to do just that, but not in a way anybody had ever expected. A means that was still hard to accept as the absolute moral right thing to do, at least to her. Hannah knew the sort of justification that went through Ulysses and Kane's minds, that sacrificing few for the good of many was a noble endeavor, and to a degree she agreed...she had fought in a war, after all.
It just seemed like, especially with the emergence of the war with Marleybone, that it would not be 'a few' who felt the wrath of Kane and the Armada. The pirates she did not care about, but the rest of the spiral, those whose only crimes were to disagree with what the clockworks were doing and defending their ways of life and homes, were and of their sacrifices truly necessary? Valencia had sprung into action against Marleybone so quickly, that it was clear in her mind Kane had been building his forces for quite some time, anticipating struggle, wars, the logical consequences of his desire to ensure complete dominion of the spiral. He was...becoming almost like another form of Napoleguin in these efforts, turning into what he had been build to defend against in the first place.
Though Hannah would follow, she would obey and do whatever was asked of her, this was still something that did not sit well in her mind. Maybe she did have too much of a conscience in some areas, but it was hard not to when she had fought alongside soldiers from many proud empires and seen them as brothers and sisters in arms. They could never compare to Valencia, she would always choose her home, family, and duty in the end....but she would still feel guilty for the others and what they would be put through and take no pleasure or comfort in watching them become victims of the Armada.
She would feel guilty forever for what her homeland was doing, for what she would help with and participate in. But at the same time, she clung onto at least some shred of hope that when Kane and the clockworks rebuilt the spiral they would have the best interests of everybody else at mind and not just their own; that they would prove her doubts and guilt wrong and once more show the great defenders and heroes they were. That the ends really would justify the means...She would be happy to admit she was wrong, that paranoia had gotten the best of her and everybody could once more coexist, but better with the elimination of as much piracy as possible.
Until the great design had gone into enough effect to see what exactly it entailed however, she could only anticipate the complete domination and subjugation of the spiral, where the perfect clockworks would assume the roles of masters of this new world, and the rest of them would become the puppets. So, difficult as it was, she had to bury as much of her conscience as possible....all to push herself onward into being the best soldier she possibly could again, to earn a good place in this new world for herself and her family, as well as a good lot in life under clockwork rule. At least she didn't have to worry about her moral compass here though, and those they were hunting down truly deserved what was coming to them.
Dismissed by the Admiral not long after that, Hannah made her way to the guns, settling herself up with one of the cannons that did not already have some kind of soldier standing next to them, prepared to help load and fire the second any nautical trouble came to her attention, if any ships were bold or stupid enough to take them on.
For once though it seemed nobody was. They were met with no resistance as they traversed Mooshu's skyways, and the only real action any of them saw that day was when the ship made a quick stop for a few of Ulysses's personal soldiers to pick up supplies from one of the larger-looking villages. Hannah wasn't sure what they stopped to pick up, as she did not hear the commands the men were issued and only saw them return with sealed crates, but assumed it had to do with their mission; supplies they would be needing to take on the force that had been described waiting for them.
From there they continued sailing quietly for several more hours, at that point she had become far more relaxed at her post, even left it for a few minutes to retrieve her shield and halberd from the cabin she'd been staying in. Complacent as it was, her doubts that they would be attacked on the way in proved truthful. It was incredibly peaceful sailing despite how restless many of them were starting to become, and it remained so up until midnight when they were almost at their destination. A flurry of activity, the living soldier's second winds, took place the second anybody noticed Septimus retrieving that eerie battle mask Cristobal had made improvements on. Especially when he issued commands that made it very clear they were right upon their mark.
She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on edge, both in anticipation of what was to come, and how the Admiral's voice sounded right now. It only became worse as they came upon the back of the imposing fortress they would be storming, as adrenaline for the upcoming battle was added to the mix.
Her right hand's fingers curled instinctively around the shaft of her weapon at the command Ulysses issued, as her mind once more dove into a sea of memories. She remembered when they had all been gathered, lower-ranked soldier, captains, and officers alike, to meet their new military commander. It had been during the height of the wars, when Casimir had wanted to intimidate Polaris as well as flaunt Valencia's genius and military prowess in everybody's face. It had been the first many of them had ever seen of Kane, and like a lot of the other impressionable, young soldiers, she had been quite taken and impressed with him. She had silently though eagerly promised herself right then and there as the clockwork had spoken for himself to all of them that she would not let him down, that she would impress him and earn a higher position within Valencia's forces just like she had with the unicorn officers she had been serving under for all of this time.
She remembered what she had felt then, the determined fire in her belly and chest, the first time the clockwork had issued commands to the lot of them, while sliding an officer of his own here or there to head up various brigades....the one who had saved her life having been appointed to lead and deliver his commands to the very unit she had served.
Hannah could feel that same fire in her stomach and chest as she emerged from those memories, almost the same excitement and desire to prove herself- especially since she had so much more to prove now, given both of the commanders seemed to know that she had a difficult time justifying some of their actions like they did. She did not want them to think they had to break her of any pesky moral 'for her own good', and so she had to perform at her absolute best for them on every battle she was now assigned to. This meant performing just as well as she would here at any place it wouldn't be so easy as this one, if they so desired, too.
"Lead the way, commander." The buccaneer found herself speaking as she straightened herself, attempting to look professional about this. Even though Ulysses had indicated Admiral was just fine, as he was to be the next Supreme Commander and looked like the current one, she could not help addressing him this way in the moment.
Hannah Durante- Clockwork
- Posts : 191
Join date : 2014-02-08 -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Ulysses Septimus Sun May 11, 2014 2:00 pm
((LOL so darn true, and no worries, that was perfectly enough for me... And here is my part XD bloodbath ahoy!))
----
Ulysses chuckled, his voice muffled and changed by the mask so it almost sounded like Kane himself. "Be ready." As the Interceptor finally closed the distance, he drew the rapier from its sheath, its razor sharp blade shining in the moonlight as Ulysses waved it in a signal for two of his Assassins to get to work. He pointed at the guard towers, then at the gate: take out the guards, then open the gate for him and his other troops.
The two Assassins said nothing, they simply nodded and leapt quietly onto the dock of the fortress, grappling hooks in hand. They tossed the hooks upward, latching onto the parapet towers, tugging on them several times to make sure the ropes are secure enough... Before using them to spring acrobatically up the walls. Once they reached the top, they swiftly dispatched the guards with well-aimed stabs of their Hidden Blades, casting their bodies over the side like two sacks of flour and weighed next to nothing.
They disappeared from sight after that, only revealing themselves after the heavy metal gate opened slowly. Ulysses waved his sword again, ordering his soldiers, both living and clockwork to march onto the docks, into the fortress. His soldiers needed only that command; dropping the huge anchor, Sentus Optimus and Servus Decimus stepped from the ship first, weapons poised, followed by Ulysses himself and Cahin (who had dressed himself in light battle armor and armed with a pair of short blades instead of his regular rondel daggers) as well as the rest of his troops.
"Form ranks!"Ulysses gave another command in the altered voice bestowed on him by the new mask. "To battle!" He turned, facing the now open gate...and marched forward, each step reminiscent of the actual Supreme Command himself, his sword raised to the sky...
It was at that moment, all of hell broke loose-
Pirates, as well as Assassins loyal to Mercilus charged from the barracks and various other places in the fortress, woken by the sound of the 'invaders' and brandishing their weapons. Unorganized, but elites just the same, though they are still no match to the soldiers loyal to Ulysses, who snapped off another command. "Musketeers, first row, fire!" His clockwork musketeers got down on one knee, firing in almost perfect synchronization that mowed down at least several of the pirates and rogue Assassins.
"Fall back, melee up front!"Ulysses kicked down one of the pirates who were foolish enough to charge him, swiping his sword through his neck. He looked up, light reflecting from his battle mask and his now bloodied sword, making many of the pirates even a few of the rogue Assassins back away. He held out his hands like he was about to embrace someone, "Give up, or face termination!"
Whispers rose among the ranks of their foes, some loud enough for Ulysses himself to hear that stretched a grin across his face underneath the mask: "It's Kane himself!" "Crap, we are all dead!" "Go get master, maybe he can stand against the clockwork!" He took this chance to charge into their ranks, cutting their throats or snapping their necks in a way that was just all too familiar...
Decimus held his rifle up to his face/mask; he was steely calm, just as how one would expect of a clockwork like him. He fired once with a deft pull of the trigger. Kur-splach! Blood, bits of brains flew into the air, his latest victim reaching up, clawing vainly at the air where his head was for several seconds, then fell onto the ground with a low thud of their armor-clad body. The sniper reloaded his rifle, ready to strike once more for the glory of the Armada as well as for his creator...
----
Ulysses chuckled, his voice muffled and changed by the mask so it almost sounded like Kane himself. "Be ready." As the Interceptor finally closed the distance, he drew the rapier from its sheath, its razor sharp blade shining in the moonlight as Ulysses waved it in a signal for two of his Assassins to get to work. He pointed at the guard towers, then at the gate: take out the guards, then open the gate for him and his other troops.
The two Assassins said nothing, they simply nodded and leapt quietly onto the dock of the fortress, grappling hooks in hand. They tossed the hooks upward, latching onto the parapet towers, tugging on them several times to make sure the ropes are secure enough... Before using them to spring acrobatically up the walls. Once they reached the top, they swiftly dispatched the guards with well-aimed stabs of their Hidden Blades, casting their bodies over the side like two sacks of flour and weighed next to nothing.
They disappeared from sight after that, only revealing themselves after the heavy metal gate opened slowly. Ulysses waved his sword again, ordering his soldiers, both living and clockwork to march onto the docks, into the fortress. His soldiers needed only that command; dropping the huge anchor, Sentus Optimus and Servus Decimus stepped from the ship first, weapons poised, followed by Ulysses himself and Cahin (who had dressed himself in light battle armor and armed with a pair of short blades instead of his regular rondel daggers) as well as the rest of his troops.
"Form ranks!"Ulysses gave another command in the altered voice bestowed on him by the new mask. "To battle!" He turned, facing the now open gate...and marched forward, each step reminiscent of the actual Supreme Command himself, his sword raised to the sky...
It was at that moment, all of hell broke loose-
Pirates, as well as Assassins loyal to Mercilus charged from the barracks and various other places in the fortress, woken by the sound of the 'invaders' and brandishing their weapons. Unorganized, but elites just the same, though they are still no match to the soldiers loyal to Ulysses, who snapped off another command. "Musketeers, first row, fire!" His clockwork musketeers got down on one knee, firing in almost perfect synchronization that mowed down at least several of the pirates and rogue Assassins.
"Fall back, melee up front!"Ulysses kicked down one of the pirates who were foolish enough to charge him, swiping his sword through his neck. He looked up, light reflecting from his battle mask and his now bloodied sword, making many of the pirates even a few of the rogue Assassins back away. He held out his hands like he was about to embrace someone, "Give up, or face termination!"
Whispers rose among the ranks of their foes, some loud enough for Ulysses himself to hear that stretched a grin across his face underneath the mask: "It's Kane himself!" "Crap, we are all dead!" "Go get master, maybe he can stand against the clockwork!" He took this chance to charge into their ranks, cutting their throats or snapping their necks in a way that was just all too familiar...
Decimus held his rifle up to his face/mask; he was steely calm, just as how one would expect of a clockwork like him. He fired once with a deft pull of the trigger. Kur-splach! Blood, bits of brains flew into the air, his latest victim reaching up, clawing vainly at the air where his head was for several seconds, then fell onto the ground with a low thud of their armor-clad body. The sniper reloaded his rifle, ready to strike once more for the glory of the Armada as well as for his creator...
Ulysses Septimus- Clockwork
- Posts : 715
Join date : 2014-02-08
Age : 29
Location : Valencia, Spiral -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Hannah Durante Sun May 11, 2014 7:35 pm
((Ohh we do enjoy ourselves so much. >D and oh good I'm relieved to hear that. mwuahaha on the bloodbath part, oh this is going to be fun.))
-------------
With that sort of voice coming out of the battle mask he was now wearing, ensuring she was ready wouldn't be a problem at all. If anything, Hannah intended on becoming hyper aware of as much going on around her as possible once the chaos started. Though to be fair to herself, that was just as much due to her old training as it was wanting to make sure she continued to make a good impression on the Admiral when it came to carrying out his and the clockwork elite's orders.
She nodded quietly in response to his words, falling silent for the moment as it seemed an appropriate time to do so. There would be more time for discussing things later, likely after the fight. The buccaneer was no stranger to how battles of this magnitude operated, so she knew that any conversation beyond the Admiral delivering orders to them would have to take a backseat to the battle only minutes away now. One that she was actually looking forward to, though knowing she wouldn't have to feel guilty about any of her actions here, no matter how brutal, helped a fair amount.
Hannah watched curiously as the Admiral wordlessly directed two of his Assassini to move first, in awe as she watched them scale the guard towers, dispatch the sentries that had been posted there, and open the gate seemingly without alerting a single soul to their presence. That kind of grace and cunning was admirable for sure, if she had tried to do something like that, she would have woken up the entire fortress along the way. Their abilities were worth envy, though at the same time she realized being good at those things meant they sacrificed other areas, like the ones she was actually decent at and would never have wanted to lose ability in after how comfortable she'd gotten with her own skills.
They were all good at different areas, a wonderful group of soldiers strategically. Ulysses seemed just as gifted as Kane when it came to picking out the best possible agents to carry out a mission, and it was smart of him to ensure that each and every style of fighting possible was covered among their ranks. It would help them be able to watch each other's backs, as well as offer valuable insight into how any pirates that utilized the same styles would act and react to as many scenarios as possible.
Hannah's muscles tensed, eager to jump into the fray as she and everybody else witnessed the large, metal gate to the fortress opening and bidding them to enter. They didn't have to wait very long either for Ulysses to give the signal for them to move, once again waving his sword in the air to indicate as much. Her heart started pumping faster in excitement, though no matter how much those instincts wanted to rush ahead and relive old glory days, Hannah stayed put for a few moments longer; allowing many of the older soldiers to disembark the ship first, as they had presumably served under or with Septimus for far longer.
Once most of the rest had left she followed suit, feeling out of place at first, before she settled in with the row of heavier fighters like herself. It was unusual to not be at the very front of the lines and for the more delicate musketeers to have taken that role, but she would deal with that for the time being. Though the unit she had served in had always thrown its buccaneers and other heavy hitters on the front line to intimidate their enemies as well as protect their musketeers, every officer had a different style of attack- this was just his, and Hannah was confident that he would be careful to defend his snipers after the first wave of attacks.
They would find out very shortly Hannah realized, as a proverbial sea of pirates and others suddenly made their appearance, crawling out of practically every nook and cranny of the fortress to meet them. Bishop had not exaggerated their numbers at all from what she could see from her position, and that was a wall of enemies. Not quite as organized as they were, but a fearsome enough sight just the same. She was immediately reminded of the war again, of some of the mercenary hordes that the Polarians had hired in order to compete with the Armada once they had been unleashed. Hopefully, much like with those foes, the pirates's lack of organization would only further lead to their undoing.
Septimus gave the command for his first wave of musketeers to fire all at once, and the tranquility this night had held before was immediately shattered by the sounds of numerous rifles going off at once; of artillery hitting and snapping bone, and cries of pain here or there from those who had been unfortunate enough to be hit without being killed instantly. Then, he issued the command she had been waiting for, for the stronger of them to rush forward, and charge forward with the rest of them she did.
Though she, like the rest of them, paused when Ulysses had finished killing a rather foolish pirate and issued an ultimatum to the rest of them. No matter what they were, or how savage she knew they would be when most of them refused this offer, it was improper conduct just the same to attack when the highest-ranking officer had given a choice. The proper thing to do was wait until he either gave the command to strike, or dove back into the fight himself, so she stood rigid; glowering at as many of the pirates as she could..though she did hope his appearance tonight would actually work toward convincing a few of them to give up their hopeless struggle.
It wouldn't work on all of them though she knew, and probably would not get through to their thick skulls until several more of their men had been viciously cut down. That was usually the way these things seemed to work....Though she would give them credit, at least a couple of them seemed to have a healthy fear for Kane and his capabilities. They weren't all idiots after all.
Until she heard the one calling for their master, this Atticus fellow no doubt. That was all Ulysses needed to hear as well as he took that moment to lunge forward into their ranks, shocking enough of them by this move and his appearance combined he was able to kill several of them before the rest seemed to decide it was high time to fight back, as a few of them scurried away to find their master. Hannah herself stood transfixed for a moment longer, at the way Septimus was slaughtering his victims. Even that was almost a perfect example of how Kane had fought during the war, at least from the battles she had personally seen him in.
She snapped to attention a moment later, shaking the thought away for now. Why shouldn't Ulysses behave like Kane in battle, after all? He was thought of as the strongest and fastest, as well as smartest. It was a good habit to get into if you could, and it would only serve his act of intimidation well into fooling every single one of the pirates he was Kane. There wasn't time for her to waste thinking about all of that anyway, and she took the Admiral's actions as her own cue to charge; smashing into a pirate first with her body, then her shield against his head, before unsheathing the switchblade with a flick of her finger and sending the blade straight through his throat before he had a chance to recover from the second strike and fight back.
When he fell, she turned her attention to one directly behind her, letting out an almost primal yell as she lunged at him too with Cristobal's little gift, intent on dispatching as many of them as possible with it.[/i][/i]
-------------
With that sort of voice coming out of the battle mask he was now wearing, ensuring she was ready wouldn't be a problem at all. If anything, Hannah intended on becoming hyper aware of as much going on around her as possible once the chaos started. Though to be fair to herself, that was just as much due to her old training as it was wanting to make sure she continued to make a good impression on the Admiral when it came to carrying out his and the clockwork elite's orders.
She nodded quietly in response to his words, falling silent for the moment as it seemed an appropriate time to do so. There would be more time for discussing things later, likely after the fight. The buccaneer was no stranger to how battles of this magnitude operated, so she knew that any conversation beyond the Admiral delivering orders to them would have to take a backseat to the battle only minutes away now. One that she was actually looking forward to, though knowing she wouldn't have to feel guilty about any of her actions here, no matter how brutal, helped a fair amount.
Hannah watched curiously as the Admiral wordlessly directed two of his Assassini to move first, in awe as she watched them scale the guard towers, dispatch the sentries that had been posted there, and open the gate seemingly without alerting a single soul to their presence. That kind of grace and cunning was admirable for sure, if she had tried to do something like that, she would have woken up the entire fortress along the way. Their abilities were worth envy, though at the same time she realized being good at those things meant they sacrificed other areas, like the ones she was actually decent at and would never have wanted to lose ability in after how comfortable she'd gotten with her own skills.
They were all good at different areas, a wonderful group of soldiers strategically. Ulysses seemed just as gifted as Kane when it came to picking out the best possible agents to carry out a mission, and it was smart of him to ensure that each and every style of fighting possible was covered among their ranks. It would help them be able to watch each other's backs, as well as offer valuable insight into how any pirates that utilized the same styles would act and react to as many scenarios as possible.
Hannah's muscles tensed, eager to jump into the fray as she and everybody else witnessed the large, metal gate to the fortress opening and bidding them to enter. They didn't have to wait very long either for Ulysses to give the signal for them to move, once again waving his sword in the air to indicate as much. Her heart started pumping faster in excitement, though no matter how much those instincts wanted to rush ahead and relive old glory days, Hannah stayed put for a few moments longer; allowing many of the older soldiers to disembark the ship first, as they had presumably served under or with Septimus for far longer.
Once most of the rest had left she followed suit, feeling out of place at first, before she settled in with the row of heavier fighters like herself. It was unusual to not be at the very front of the lines and for the more delicate musketeers to have taken that role, but she would deal with that for the time being. Though the unit she had served in had always thrown its buccaneers and other heavy hitters on the front line to intimidate their enemies as well as protect their musketeers, every officer had a different style of attack- this was just his, and Hannah was confident that he would be careful to defend his snipers after the first wave of attacks.
They would find out very shortly Hannah realized, as a proverbial sea of pirates and others suddenly made their appearance, crawling out of practically every nook and cranny of the fortress to meet them. Bishop had not exaggerated their numbers at all from what she could see from her position, and that was a wall of enemies. Not quite as organized as they were, but a fearsome enough sight just the same. She was immediately reminded of the war again, of some of the mercenary hordes that the Polarians had hired in order to compete with the Armada once they had been unleashed. Hopefully, much like with those foes, the pirates's lack of organization would only further lead to their undoing.
Septimus gave the command for his first wave of musketeers to fire all at once, and the tranquility this night had held before was immediately shattered by the sounds of numerous rifles going off at once; of artillery hitting and snapping bone, and cries of pain here or there from those who had been unfortunate enough to be hit without being killed instantly. Then, he issued the command she had been waiting for, for the stronger of them to rush forward, and charge forward with the rest of them she did.
Though she, like the rest of them, paused when Ulysses had finished killing a rather foolish pirate and issued an ultimatum to the rest of them. No matter what they were, or how savage she knew they would be when most of them refused this offer, it was improper conduct just the same to attack when the highest-ranking officer had given a choice. The proper thing to do was wait until he either gave the command to strike, or dove back into the fight himself, so she stood rigid; glowering at as many of the pirates as she could..though she did hope his appearance tonight would actually work toward convincing a few of them to give up their hopeless struggle.
It wouldn't work on all of them though she knew, and probably would not get through to their thick skulls until several more of their men had been viciously cut down. That was usually the way these things seemed to work....Though she would give them credit, at least a couple of them seemed to have a healthy fear for Kane and his capabilities. They weren't all idiots after all.
Until she heard the one calling for their master, this Atticus fellow no doubt. That was all Ulysses needed to hear as well as he took that moment to lunge forward into their ranks, shocking enough of them by this move and his appearance combined he was able to kill several of them before the rest seemed to decide it was high time to fight back, as a few of them scurried away to find their master. Hannah herself stood transfixed for a moment longer, at the way Septimus was slaughtering his victims. Even that was almost a perfect example of how Kane had fought during the war, at least from the battles she had personally seen him in.
She snapped to attention a moment later, shaking the thought away for now. Why shouldn't Ulysses behave like Kane in battle, after all? He was thought of as the strongest and fastest, as well as smartest. It was a good habit to get into if you could, and it would only serve his act of intimidation well into fooling every single one of the pirates he was Kane. There wasn't time for her to waste thinking about all of that anyway, and she took the Admiral's actions as her own cue to charge; smashing into a pirate first with her body, then her shield against his head, before unsheathing the switchblade with a flick of her finger and sending the blade straight through his throat before he had a chance to recover from the second strike and fight back.
When he fell, she turned her attention to one directly behind her, letting out an almost primal yell as she lunged at him too with Cristobal's little gift, intent on dispatching as many of them as possible with it.[/i][/i]
Hannah Durante- Clockwork
- Posts : 191
Join date : 2014-02-08 -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Ulysses Septimus Sun May 11, 2014 8:23 pm
((This so going to be fun >D though poor Decimus, hehe, he would survive, but ouch.))
-----
The human Armada admiral spun around, taking one of the pirate's by the hair before viciously ramming his sword blade into the soft flesh between their throat and jaw. Blood erupted from the wound like a fountain, spraying across the pale cheeks of the mask Septimus wore, even more after he had drew his sword from his now dead victim. Ulysses looked up, staring right into the eyes of a rogue Assassin who was in the middle of bringing a mace down on his skull, making him freeze rigid in fear.
"You disgrace the robes you wear."Ulysses spoke in the same dark tone Kane would use when he was angry at someone. He stepped forward, his left hand reaching out to wrap around the rogue's neck, bringing his body right onto the razor sharp point of his sword before pushing him off. His newest victim's body collided with the ground with a loud thud, prompting several more of the pirates to shrink back in fear. Septimus stepped forward, mask shimmering with the fresh blood, much like Kane's when he fought in the battles. "You all will now be terminated."He growled, no emotion in his voice, or in the duraglass visors currently hiding his eyes from view...
Decimus blocked a strike an enemy buccaneer was trying to deliver with his rifle, then brutally jammed the bayonet on his rifle into his exposed neck. The pirate gasped, dropping his weapon in favor of clenching at the fast bleeding wound that marked his demise and a feeble attempt to pull the Armada officer's weapon out. Needless to say, it failed miserably; Decimus pulled his weapon back, his body snapping instinctively back into his stiff 'ready' stance as the pirate fell, choking on his own blood.
Next to him, Sentus Optimus held up his shield, turning aside the spear a privateer was trying to drive through him, and sent his weapon arm out. The spear tip of his upgraded marine's halberd ripped through the pirate's chest until it showed out of his back. Much like the Marines he was made to be like, Sentus felt no pity nor any emotion, other than perhaps disgust, as he ripped his weapon out of his foe's fast chilling body. However, even them could not compare to the progress currently made by the 'son' of Ulysses.
Cahin laughed, bringing his dual short blades up to drive one into the leg of the rogue Assassin he was facing. He sprung over the man's back with one acrobatic jump, then shoved one into the rogue's right lung, the other into his throat. Once he withdrew his weapons, the Assassin loyal to Mercilus fell to the ground, gagging while bleeding out and looking up at the Harlequin in pure fear. "Requiescat in pace, fatuus."He giggled, stomping a foot down on his foe's head. Blood and bits of brains flew into the air, as though he needed any more decoration to his already intimidating mask.
Unbeknownst to them, however, a black garbed figure looked down on the battle field with a scowl but fear in his eyes from the top of the main tower. The Falix was strapped to his back, shining wickedly in the light. He focused on the 'Supreme Commander' in the midst of the fray, regarding, calculating, before giving a expression that was a bizarre mix of fear, anger, and confusion. "So you've decided to come, at last..."He muttered, his hand on the hilt of the Falix, "you thought I would be so stupid as to face you in open combat?"
Evil, cowardly, eyes locked onto the figure of Servus Decimus, bringing a spark of what one could call inspiration... The way the eyes of a villain would shine when they thought they had came up with the ultimate plan of doom and evil. "At least, I can shatter those who you hold dear."He chuckled, evilly, darkly... Now all he has to do is wait, wait for them to tire out...
Back down below, Ulysses kicked down another opponent, this one a pirate. He drove the blade of his sword into the pirate's heart, only to draw it out a moment later...
-----
The human Armada admiral spun around, taking one of the pirate's by the hair before viciously ramming his sword blade into the soft flesh between their throat and jaw. Blood erupted from the wound like a fountain, spraying across the pale cheeks of the mask Septimus wore, even more after he had drew his sword from his now dead victim. Ulysses looked up, staring right into the eyes of a rogue Assassin who was in the middle of bringing a mace down on his skull, making him freeze rigid in fear.
"You disgrace the robes you wear."Ulysses spoke in the same dark tone Kane would use when he was angry at someone. He stepped forward, his left hand reaching out to wrap around the rogue's neck, bringing his body right onto the razor sharp point of his sword before pushing him off. His newest victim's body collided with the ground with a loud thud, prompting several more of the pirates to shrink back in fear. Septimus stepped forward, mask shimmering with the fresh blood, much like Kane's when he fought in the battles. "You all will now be terminated."He growled, no emotion in his voice, or in the duraglass visors currently hiding his eyes from view...
Decimus blocked a strike an enemy buccaneer was trying to deliver with his rifle, then brutally jammed the bayonet on his rifle into his exposed neck. The pirate gasped, dropping his weapon in favor of clenching at the fast bleeding wound that marked his demise and a feeble attempt to pull the Armada officer's weapon out. Needless to say, it failed miserably; Decimus pulled his weapon back, his body snapping instinctively back into his stiff 'ready' stance as the pirate fell, choking on his own blood.
Next to him, Sentus Optimus held up his shield, turning aside the spear a privateer was trying to drive through him, and sent his weapon arm out. The spear tip of his upgraded marine's halberd ripped through the pirate's chest until it showed out of his back. Much like the Marines he was made to be like, Sentus felt no pity nor any emotion, other than perhaps disgust, as he ripped his weapon out of his foe's fast chilling body. However, even them could not compare to the progress currently made by the 'son' of Ulysses.
Cahin laughed, bringing his dual short blades up to drive one into the leg of the rogue Assassin he was facing. He sprung over the man's back with one acrobatic jump, then shoved one into the rogue's right lung, the other into his throat. Once he withdrew his weapons, the Assassin loyal to Mercilus fell to the ground, gagging while bleeding out and looking up at the Harlequin in pure fear. "Requiescat in pace, fatuus."He giggled, stomping a foot down on his foe's head. Blood and bits of brains flew into the air, as though he needed any more decoration to his already intimidating mask.
Unbeknownst to them, however, a black garbed figure looked down on the battle field with a scowl but fear in his eyes from the top of the main tower. The Falix was strapped to his back, shining wickedly in the light. He focused on the 'Supreme Commander' in the midst of the fray, regarding, calculating, before giving a expression that was a bizarre mix of fear, anger, and confusion. "So you've decided to come, at last..."He muttered, his hand on the hilt of the Falix, "you thought I would be so stupid as to face you in open combat?"
Evil, cowardly, eyes locked onto the figure of Servus Decimus, bringing a spark of what one could call inspiration... The way the eyes of a villain would shine when they thought they had came up with the ultimate plan of doom and evil. "At least, I can shatter those who you hold dear."He chuckled, evilly, darkly... Now all he has to do is wait, wait for them to tire out...
Back down below, Ulysses kicked down another opponent, this one a pirate. He drove the blade of his sword into the pirate's heart, only to draw it out a moment later...
Ulysses Septimus- Clockwork
- Posts : 715
Join date : 2014-02-08
Age : 29
Location : Valencia, Spiral -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Hannah Durante Sun May 11, 2014 10:22 pm
((It shall be! and oh he will but still, POOR BEAUTIFUL CLOCKWORK. D; Urf sorry this post sucks, i have no idea what's wrong with my brain tonight. xP))
-----
There was chaos and shouting all around, any of the organization that had once existed almost completely devolving into an angry, vicious swarm of soldiers attempting to cut each other down as violently as possible. There was still at least some form from the numerous clockworks Ulysses had brought along for this task, but at this point only they were concerned with that sort of thing; the rest of them were just lunging and lashing out at anybody on the other side they could get their hands on or weapons into. But, this was what Hannah had expected. Sooner or later all battles of war turned into the mess they now found themselves in, and it came as little surprise to her that it had been the former given the nature of their enemies.
It didn't bother the buccaneer one little bit either, only encouraging her senses to become all the more sensitive to as much as they could. It was impossible for her to focus on everything, but she could divide her attention fairly thin and well enough here. She needed to, if she wanted to be as efficient as the others as well as prepared for any of the pirates who came at her. This included potential sneak attacks, she would not trust any man who came within five feet of her unless they were the Admiral or one of his soldiers, and she would gladly stab any pirate who wandered too close.
She got her chance a moment later, when a pirate who appeared to be running from something, likely Ulysses under the impression he was Kane after watching the slaughter Septimus was waging, bumped into her in his haste to get away from the more intimidating figure. Though she had wanted to utilize the switchblade as much as possible, there was no time for it here- her right arm was already shifting her halberd into the ready position, and she quickly sprang into action against him. Their eyes met for only a second or two as she spun around to face him, before her right arm brought her halberd in a vicious, horizontal strike against his throat; one the young man had not properly prepared himself for from the way his eyes had widened in alarm just before the strike that left a large, likely lethal gash on his throat.
Hannah frowned after the act, immediately turning herself back around. There was hardly much honor or anything else in a kill like that, it had felt so hollow- not at all like the first two. She needed….more of a challenge, somebody that would at least put up somewhat of a fight before she had brought them to their knees. Her eyes quickly scanned the nearest combatants, settling on one who appeared to be a buccaneer, from the large weapon he was toting. Perfect. Especially since if she took him down, he wouldn’t be able to use his strength and endurance against any of the others, particularly the musketeers. Who, while very skilled and capable in their own rights, also tended to be a bit more fragile compared to the rest of them.
Making up her mind, the Valencian buccaneer rocketed toward the sturdy buccaneer, stopping only long enough to ram her shield as hard as she could into skull of a pirate who came at her with a nasty-looking pair of daggers. She only barely managed to catch sight of that swashbuckler’s movement long enough to dodge the brunt of his blow, though his secondary dagger did graze the very shoulder that had been injured earlier; prompting such an angry, violent move from her in retaliation. Her shield hit the back of the pirate’s head with a sickening crunch, and he fell to the ground after that- though Hannah wasn’t sure whether she had hit him hard enough to kill him, or if he was merely knocked out. Either way she didn’t care at the moment, content to leave him where he had fallen and let somebody else finish the job if he rose later.
She didn’t have the time to waste on him anyway, as the commotion had attracted her intended target. She locked gazes with the other buccaneer, both of them staring each other down silently for a moment, before the larger man flashed her a devious, toothy grin, pointed at her with his free hand, then made a slicing gesture against his own neck. Hannah narrowed her eyes as he laughed following that, waving that gigantic weapon of his around high. She would honestly take quite a decent amount of pleasure in bringing this pirate down- and she intended to do it much the same way she had to Polarian bears who had underestimated her during the war. Deciding to try and break her ‘professional’ demeanor for at least the moment, Hannah decided to play back in turn; throwing her fellow buccaneer a very smug look and gestured for him to come and get her.
-----
There was chaos and shouting all around, any of the organization that had once existed almost completely devolving into an angry, vicious swarm of soldiers attempting to cut each other down as violently as possible. There was still at least some form from the numerous clockworks Ulysses had brought along for this task, but at this point only they were concerned with that sort of thing; the rest of them were just lunging and lashing out at anybody on the other side they could get their hands on or weapons into. But, this was what Hannah had expected. Sooner or later all battles of war turned into the mess they now found themselves in, and it came as little surprise to her that it had been the former given the nature of their enemies.
It didn't bother the buccaneer one little bit either, only encouraging her senses to become all the more sensitive to as much as they could. It was impossible for her to focus on everything, but she could divide her attention fairly thin and well enough here. She needed to, if she wanted to be as efficient as the others as well as prepared for any of the pirates who came at her. This included potential sneak attacks, she would not trust any man who came within five feet of her unless they were the Admiral or one of his soldiers, and she would gladly stab any pirate who wandered too close.
She got her chance a moment later, when a pirate who appeared to be running from something, likely Ulysses under the impression he was Kane after watching the slaughter Septimus was waging, bumped into her in his haste to get away from the more intimidating figure. Though she had wanted to utilize the switchblade as much as possible, there was no time for it here- her right arm was already shifting her halberd into the ready position, and she quickly sprang into action against him. Their eyes met for only a second or two as she spun around to face him, before her right arm brought her halberd in a vicious, horizontal strike against his throat; one the young man had not properly prepared himself for from the way his eyes had widened in alarm just before the strike that left a large, likely lethal gash on his throat.
Hannah frowned after the act, immediately turning herself back around. There was hardly much honor or anything else in a kill like that, it had felt so hollow- not at all like the first two. She needed….more of a challenge, somebody that would at least put up somewhat of a fight before she had brought them to their knees. Her eyes quickly scanned the nearest combatants, settling on one who appeared to be a buccaneer, from the large weapon he was toting. Perfect. Especially since if she took him down, he wouldn’t be able to use his strength and endurance against any of the others, particularly the musketeers. Who, while very skilled and capable in their own rights, also tended to be a bit more fragile compared to the rest of them.
Making up her mind, the Valencian buccaneer rocketed toward the sturdy buccaneer, stopping only long enough to ram her shield as hard as she could into skull of a pirate who came at her with a nasty-looking pair of daggers. She only barely managed to catch sight of that swashbuckler’s movement long enough to dodge the brunt of his blow, though his secondary dagger did graze the very shoulder that had been injured earlier; prompting such an angry, violent move from her in retaliation. Her shield hit the back of the pirate’s head with a sickening crunch, and he fell to the ground after that- though Hannah wasn’t sure whether she had hit him hard enough to kill him, or if he was merely knocked out. Either way she didn’t care at the moment, content to leave him where he had fallen and let somebody else finish the job if he rose later.
She didn’t have the time to waste on him anyway, as the commotion had attracted her intended target. She locked gazes with the other buccaneer, both of them staring each other down silently for a moment, before the larger man flashed her a devious, toothy grin, pointed at her with his free hand, then made a slicing gesture against his own neck. Hannah narrowed her eyes as he laughed following that, waving that gigantic weapon of his around high. She would honestly take quite a decent amount of pleasure in bringing this pirate down- and she intended to do it much the same way she had to Polarian bears who had underestimated her during the war. Deciding to try and break her ‘professional’ demeanor for at least the moment, Hannah decided to play back in turn; throwing her fellow buccaneer a very smug look and gestured for him to come and get her.
Hannah Durante- Clockwork
- Posts : 191
Join date : 2014-02-08 -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Ulysses Septimus Mon May 12, 2014 9:04 pm
((Yep >D oh Deci you are just too pretty for me to not torture you! And urf sorry this took so long, apparently I just couldn't shut up: yours was not horrible!))
----
Just as Decimus was prepared to snipe off another target he had locked into, the elite Armada sniper picked up the sounds of fast approaching footsteps behind him. He spun around, alarmed, finding himself meeting face-to-face with a black cloaked figure whose face was very well hidden by the hood of the cloak he was wearing. "Hello, captain Decimus."Had Decimus been human, it would have sent a chill down his back, since he wasn't, the clockwork sniper simply took a few steps back; any fool would have known that was a hostile presence!
He raised his rifle to fire, only to have it ripped violently out of his hands when the shadowy figure whipped out something that he could only identify as a sickle sword, hooking it around his weapon then pulling with an unnatural burst of strength. The rifle clattered onto the ground several feet away, too far away for Decimus to get it in time to defend himself. He quickly drew the knife strapped to his leg. This was the last method, the absolute last method of defense for him, and usually not used unless forced to.
The figure gave a rumbling laugh, "Do you really think you have what it takes to fight me, you delicate little sniper?" Decimus resisted the urge to let out an angered growl, because just who did this one think he is? Does he even have an idea of his true power? If the clockwork sniper wasn't expecting an answer, he still got one anyway, when the black cloaked figure reached out and took him by the neck as though he weighed nothing, which was sadly in a way true, from Decimus' own understanding.
White, slender fingers reached up in a pathetic attempt to pry the figure's hand from his throat. He was immediately backhanded, the force so strong it made Decimus' head ring in pain. "Now behave, little sniper, or else I may be tempted to break this thin neck of yours."In the haze, however, Decimus managed to catch a sight of his attacker's face, even though he didn't really know who he really is.
But he for sure recognized the burn mark on the man's left ring finger. It was the A symbol within the cogwheel, the mark of a member of the Valencian Order of Assassins. Why? That was all his addled cerebral processor could managed as he feebly tried to fend off the Assassin with his knife, ending up having the knife torn from his grasp just as violently as he had been stripped of his rifle only moments earlier. The Assassins were loyal to his creator, weren't they? Weren't they the Armada's greatest allies?!!
Servus Decimus never got the answers, he couldn't have anyway, because the next moment, he felt as though he had been sapped dry of energy. He could only watch helplessly as he felt the Assassin sling his thin body over one shoulder, and retreat from the battlefield where he was supposed to be, away from his post by free running up the walls, and out to the main dock, where a large Skull Island styled galleon sat ("The Black Sabre", says the letters painted among its hull)...
Sentus Optimus spun around, suddenly aware that he could no longer hear the familiar sound of Servus Decimus' sniper rifle going off. The Marine lieutenant looked around, both angered and panicked when he could not see the slender figure of the elite sniper: where in the name of most holy Lord Kane is he? A sense of dread formed in his chest, was it possible that.... No, Servus was far too powerful to be terminated by just pirates and rogue Assassins, he was too powerful, too smart... Yet, Optimus could not shake off the feeling that something had happened to the sniper.
However, he was not given any more time to contemplate, because he soon sensed someone behind him, trying to take off his head with a large claymore blade. Not today, snarled Sentus inside his mind as he smashed his shield into their face, and drove his halberd home within their guts, only to rip it back out a moment later with his buccaneer strength...
"Regroup!"Came the familiar command in Ulysses' altered voice, "melee warriors, prepare to charge! FOR VALENCIA!" Immediately, Ulysses' Assassini, as well as the clockworks under his command, snapped into the phalanx formation-the Marines upfront with their shields interlocked to form a nearly impenetrable wall-while the Assassins wielding polearms poised them either pointed up at the sky, or toward the enemy like a bristling wall of death.
----
Just as Decimus was prepared to snipe off another target he had locked into, the elite Armada sniper picked up the sounds of fast approaching footsteps behind him. He spun around, alarmed, finding himself meeting face-to-face with a black cloaked figure whose face was very well hidden by the hood of the cloak he was wearing. "Hello, captain Decimus."Had Decimus been human, it would have sent a chill down his back, since he wasn't, the clockwork sniper simply took a few steps back; any fool would have known that was a hostile presence!
He raised his rifle to fire, only to have it ripped violently out of his hands when the shadowy figure whipped out something that he could only identify as a sickle sword, hooking it around his weapon then pulling with an unnatural burst of strength. The rifle clattered onto the ground several feet away, too far away for Decimus to get it in time to defend himself. He quickly drew the knife strapped to his leg. This was the last method, the absolute last method of defense for him, and usually not used unless forced to.
The figure gave a rumbling laugh, "Do you really think you have what it takes to fight me, you delicate little sniper?" Decimus resisted the urge to let out an angered growl, because just who did this one think he is? Does he even have an idea of his true power? If the clockwork sniper wasn't expecting an answer, he still got one anyway, when the black cloaked figure reached out and took him by the neck as though he weighed nothing, which was sadly in a way true, from Decimus' own understanding.
White, slender fingers reached up in a pathetic attempt to pry the figure's hand from his throat. He was immediately backhanded, the force so strong it made Decimus' head ring in pain. "Now behave, little sniper, or else I may be tempted to break this thin neck of yours."In the haze, however, Decimus managed to catch a sight of his attacker's face, even though he didn't really know who he really is.
But he for sure recognized the burn mark on the man's left ring finger. It was the A symbol within the cogwheel, the mark of a member of the Valencian Order of Assassins. Why? That was all his addled cerebral processor could managed as he feebly tried to fend off the Assassin with his knife, ending up having the knife torn from his grasp just as violently as he had been stripped of his rifle only moments earlier. The Assassins were loyal to his creator, weren't they? Weren't they the Armada's greatest allies?!!
Servus Decimus never got the answers, he couldn't have anyway, because the next moment, he felt as though he had been sapped dry of energy. He could only watch helplessly as he felt the Assassin sling his thin body over one shoulder, and retreat from the battlefield where he was supposed to be, away from his post by free running up the walls, and out to the main dock, where a large Skull Island styled galleon sat ("The Black Sabre", says the letters painted among its hull)...
Sentus Optimus spun around, suddenly aware that he could no longer hear the familiar sound of Servus Decimus' sniper rifle going off. The Marine lieutenant looked around, both angered and panicked when he could not see the slender figure of the elite sniper: where in the name of most holy Lord Kane is he? A sense of dread formed in his chest, was it possible that.... No, Servus was far too powerful to be terminated by just pirates and rogue Assassins, he was too powerful, too smart... Yet, Optimus could not shake off the feeling that something had happened to the sniper.
However, he was not given any more time to contemplate, because he soon sensed someone behind him, trying to take off his head with a large claymore blade. Not today, snarled Sentus inside his mind as he smashed his shield into their face, and drove his halberd home within their guts, only to rip it back out a moment later with his buccaneer strength...
"Regroup!"Came the familiar command in Ulysses' altered voice, "melee warriors, prepare to charge! FOR VALENCIA!" Immediately, Ulysses' Assassini, as well as the clockworks under his command, snapped into the phalanx formation-the Marines upfront with their shields interlocked to form a nearly impenetrable wall-while the Assassins wielding polearms poised them either pointed up at the sky, or toward the enemy like a bristling wall of death.
Ulysses Septimus- Clockwork
- Posts : 715
Join date : 2014-02-08
Age : 29
Location : Valencia, Spiral -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Hannah Durante Mon May 12, 2014 10:22 pm
((Too pretty for his own good, that poor thing! Pfft no need to apologize, I love long and rambly and I've drowned you in plenty of them it doesn't bother me at all! ^^ MINE IS LONG AND RAMBLY TOO I GUESS, last night i didn't know what to say tonight i can't shut up. lol i give up on trying to understand brains..also uh Hannah is hitting below the belt so uhm yeah lol! ))
-----------
Hannah crouched into an aggressive posture as the larger buccaneer came at her in an incredibly predatory fashion, obviously the sort of man who enjoyed battering around and bashing in the skulls of those he found weaker than him. He even gave a loud, rumbling laugh at seeing her stand her ground in so determined a fashion, as if she was completely out of her league here and only deluding herself in thinking she could take him on. Her eyes narrowed further at this sort of attitude, feeling that fire in her belly burn that much hotter at this sort of thing. But, as much as she hated being underestimated because she wasn't an enormous, muscular hulk protected by numerous layers of the thickest armor available, it did work to her advantage. She would allow this man to think whatever he wanted for now, because it wouldn't matter and would feel so much better once he was dead.
She almost got chills at so dark a thought, with that sort of emotion behind it. She had killed before, plenty of times, even in explosive fits of rage. But this time was...different than those. Even in those moments she had lost her temper and felt both threatened and enraged enough to deliver a fatal blow, there had really never been any pleasure in the act. She did not derive pleasure from killing most of the time, even when it came to pirates whose actions she despised, believing she would only feel the same, sadistic rush men like Ulysses and Cahin achieved from slaughter were she to end the life of any of the pirates who had tortured and broken her father. This man wasn't one of them though, and it was almost unnerving to her that she was actually looking forward to watching him draw his last breath. Killing him was just part of her job after all, he had refused the chance at mercy Ulysses had extended the lot of them. She hadn't planned on feeling anything about it at all.
Unusual as it all was though, Hannah didn't have time to dwell on all of this either with the battles raging on and the man almost right on top of her ready to strike. She could worry about that sort of thing later, though the human woman knew it was more likely she would shove it to a dark and distant corner of her mind after this man had died and pretend it had never happened. So let him come with everything he has, the shorter buccaneer thought to herself, as her lips parted in a faint smile.
Hannah stood her ground as the man finally bore down on her, flinging her shield up to meet the massive axe her enemy swung viciously down toward her skull. He was tough, she would give him that much, it was a well-balanced tug of war for power as the both of them attempted to overpower the other and gain the upper hand in this battle. But at some point the pirate pulled his axe back, and her eyes widened in alarm as she realized what he was about to do from his posture alone- because it was the very same thing she would have done in his position, that she had a couple of times during the great war. Even though he had left himself open, she wasn't as swift as a swashbuckler and knew she wouldn't be able to strike first before he had delivered a nasty blow.
So she did the only thing she could in this situation, immediately bringing the shield down and against her chest; angled toward the side. Sure enough the other buccaneer's axe came swinging in the same sort of wide sweep she had killed another man with only a few minutes ago, with enough force behind it to not only shove her back several feet but leave a noticeable fracture in the shield itself. Hannah scowled as she looked upon it, then back at her adversary. The shield hadn't been destroyed yet, but it was now weakened considerably and in definite need of replacement or repairs. She practically growled at the revelation, this shield had been with her through thick and thin, only for this- this pirate to desecrate it like this! She might have been more impressed with the strength he had just shown in that blown than she was frustrated, had he been in any other profession.
Now he was absolutely going to pay and she would enjoy wiping that ugly smile off his face even more. Especially the more he leered at her, as he did once he had taken notice of just how much her expression had darkened. Laugh while you still can, Hannah thought to herself. Because I might just rip out your voicebox, if you keep this up.
"Is that all you've got, a bunch of ugly scowling and defenses?!" Her adversary finally spoke, sneering and looking at her like she was a complete joke. "Even those stupid, frail little toy soldiers do more than you have!"
She felt like something exploded inside of her, and her eyes became hateful, fiery little slits at those words. So he wanted to see her do more, did he? She would be happy to accommodate. She waited until he had brought his axe at her again with a grunt of frustration at her lack of response, catching it once more with her shield even though she knew it would only lead to that much more damage. Only when he was putting everything into shattering her shield all the way and breaking through it to get to her did she strike; shoving the tip of her halberd into the most sensitive lowest area she could find on a male combatant, sure to drive it in as viciously and deep as she could before pulling the weapon back out to allow the blood to spurt from the would.
This time, his face was the one that contorted, into one of extreme pain, as he let out an extremely loud, agonized series of curses and insults at her for such an excessive and dirty tactic. He didn't drop his axe, but he faltered long enough for her to push the weapon away and slide out from its range as he started flailing it wildly, aggressively at her; hoping to mutilate and slice her into ribbons for the awful tactic she had adopted. Hannah was cautious, dodging every strike she could, until she realized he was running the risk of backing her into a corner. Unwilling to give him that chance, she dodged one last sweep of his- barely this time, feeling the breeze coming off the weapon pass just over her head, then threw her damaged shield at him. The second his attention was focused on batting that away, she moved as quickly as her legs would allow her, rushing to get behind him where she jabbed the switchblade into the back of his throat. Then for good measure, followed it up by driving her halberd through the back of his chest; shoving both weapons in as much as she could, hanging onto to them, until the brute of a pirate stopped flailing and attempting to throw her off his back and toppled first to his knees, then fell completely forward.
Once satisfied he was dead, Hannah yanked both of her weapons out of the man, feeling an odd, eerie sensation of pleasure shoot through her. It felt good what she had just done, but she quickly shook the thought from her mind as she didn't want to dive too far into that sort of mentality. She gave one, remorseful look at her battered shield, before deciding to abandon it for the time being as she heard Ulysses's voice echoing above all the other sounds and rushed off to join the rest of the heavy hitters. The formation they all made was something she was far more used to, and she held her bloody halberd high, mimicking the marines. She only wished her shield had been in good enough condition to help form the defensive wall, but hopefully the switchblade would work just as well as anything else.
Shield or not though, she would do her absolute best here, and be every inch as capable as the rest of the melee fighters. They would triumph here, crushing every pirate who dared oppose them- all for Valencia...
"For Valencia." She muttered under her breath as they advanced, smiling softly once again as she felt so much like a true soldier again.
-----------
Hannah crouched into an aggressive posture as the larger buccaneer came at her in an incredibly predatory fashion, obviously the sort of man who enjoyed battering around and bashing in the skulls of those he found weaker than him. He even gave a loud, rumbling laugh at seeing her stand her ground in so determined a fashion, as if she was completely out of her league here and only deluding herself in thinking she could take him on. Her eyes narrowed further at this sort of attitude, feeling that fire in her belly burn that much hotter at this sort of thing. But, as much as she hated being underestimated because she wasn't an enormous, muscular hulk protected by numerous layers of the thickest armor available, it did work to her advantage. She would allow this man to think whatever he wanted for now, because it wouldn't matter and would feel so much better once he was dead.
She almost got chills at so dark a thought, with that sort of emotion behind it. She had killed before, plenty of times, even in explosive fits of rage. But this time was...different than those. Even in those moments she had lost her temper and felt both threatened and enraged enough to deliver a fatal blow, there had really never been any pleasure in the act. She did not derive pleasure from killing most of the time, even when it came to pirates whose actions she despised, believing she would only feel the same, sadistic rush men like Ulysses and Cahin achieved from slaughter were she to end the life of any of the pirates who had tortured and broken her father. This man wasn't one of them though, and it was almost unnerving to her that she was actually looking forward to watching him draw his last breath. Killing him was just part of her job after all, he had refused the chance at mercy Ulysses had extended the lot of them. She hadn't planned on feeling anything about it at all.
Unusual as it all was though, Hannah didn't have time to dwell on all of this either with the battles raging on and the man almost right on top of her ready to strike. She could worry about that sort of thing later, though the human woman knew it was more likely she would shove it to a dark and distant corner of her mind after this man had died and pretend it had never happened. So let him come with everything he has, the shorter buccaneer thought to herself, as her lips parted in a faint smile.
Hannah stood her ground as the man finally bore down on her, flinging her shield up to meet the massive axe her enemy swung viciously down toward her skull. He was tough, she would give him that much, it was a well-balanced tug of war for power as the both of them attempted to overpower the other and gain the upper hand in this battle. But at some point the pirate pulled his axe back, and her eyes widened in alarm as she realized what he was about to do from his posture alone- because it was the very same thing she would have done in his position, that she had a couple of times during the great war. Even though he had left himself open, she wasn't as swift as a swashbuckler and knew she wouldn't be able to strike first before he had delivered a nasty blow.
So she did the only thing she could in this situation, immediately bringing the shield down and against her chest; angled toward the side. Sure enough the other buccaneer's axe came swinging in the same sort of wide sweep she had killed another man with only a few minutes ago, with enough force behind it to not only shove her back several feet but leave a noticeable fracture in the shield itself. Hannah scowled as she looked upon it, then back at her adversary. The shield hadn't been destroyed yet, but it was now weakened considerably and in definite need of replacement or repairs. She practically growled at the revelation, this shield had been with her through thick and thin, only for this- this pirate to desecrate it like this! She might have been more impressed with the strength he had just shown in that blown than she was frustrated, had he been in any other profession.
Now he was absolutely going to pay and she would enjoy wiping that ugly smile off his face even more. Especially the more he leered at her, as he did once he had taken notice of just how much her expression had darkened. Laugh while you still can, Hannah thought to herself. Because I might just rip out your voicebox, if you keep this up.
"Is that all you've got, a bunch of ugly scowling and defenses?!" Her adversary finally spoke, sneering and looking at her like she was a complete joke. "Even those stupid, frail little toy soldiers do more than you have!"
She felt like something exploded inside of her, and her eyes became hateful, fiery little slits at those words. So he wanted to see her do more, did he? She would be happy to accommodate. She waited until he had brought his axe at her again with a grunt of frustration at her lack of response, catching it once more with her shield even though she knew it would only lead to that much more damage. Only when he was putting everything into shattering her shield all the way and breaking through it to get to her did she strike; shoving the tip of her halberd into the most sensitive lowest area she could find on a male combatant, sure to drive it in as viciously and deep as she could before pulling the weapon back out to allow the blood to spurt from the would.
This time, his face was the one that contorted, into one of extreme pain, as he let out an extremely loud, agonized series of curses and insults at her for such an excessive and dirty tactic. He didn't drop his axe, but he faltered long enough for her to push the weapon away and slide out from its range as he started flailing it wildly, aggressively at her; hoping to mutilate and slice her into ribbons for the awful tactic she had adopted. Hannah was cautious, dodging every strike she could, until she realized he was running the risk of backing her into a corner. Unwilling to give him that chance, she dodged one last sweep of his- barely this time, feeling the breeze coming off the weapon pass just over her head, then threw her damaged shield at him. The second his attention was focused on batting that away, she moved as quickly as her legs would allow her, rushing to get behind him where she jabbed the switchblade into the back of his throat. Then for good measure, followed it up by driving her halberd through the back of his chest; shoving both weapons in as much as she could, hanging onto to them, until the brute of a pirate stopped flailing and attempting to throw her off his back and toppled first to his knees, then fell completely forward.
Once satisfied he was dead, Hannah yanked both of her weapons out of the man, feeling an odd, eerie sensation of pleasure shoot through her. It felt good what she had just done, but she quickly shook the thought from her mind as she didn't want to dive too far into that sort of mentality. She gave one, remorseful look at her battered shield, before deciding to abandon it for the time being as she heard Ulysses's voice echoing above all the other sounds and rushed off to join the rest of the heavy hitters. The formation they all made was something she was far more used to, and she held her bloody halberd high, mimicking the marines. She only wished her shield had been in good enough condition to help form the defensive wall, but hopefully the switchblade would work just as well as anything else.
Shield or not though, she would do her absolute best here, and be every inch as capable as the rest of the melee fighters. They would triumph here, crushing every pirate who dared oppose them- all for Valencia...
"For Valencia." She muttered under her breath as they advanced, smiling softly once again as she felt so much like a true soldier again.
Hannah Durante- Clockwork
- Posts : 191
Join date : 2014-02-08 -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Ulysses Septimus Mon May 12, 2014 11:06 pm
((I AM GLAD TO HEAR THAT MY DEAR SISTER ;D AND HAHA, CAHIN IS DOING EVEN WORSE, IN MY OPINION IN THIS ONE... ALSO, BRING ON THE LONG POSTS, I LOVE THEM!))
----
Ulysses stood behind the first line, his sword raised to the sky, before chopping down in one wide arc. "CHARGE!" Upon his command, the Marines rushed forward, backed by their Assassin allies and Dragoons. They rammed viciously into the ranks of unorganized pirates, their shields protecting them from the strikes of their enemies as they skewered them on their halberds like barbecued meat.
Shouts can be heard as the formation slowly separated, releasing the sword wielding Assassins who swept in like the weapons they are swinging, cutting down enemies as though they were nothing but tress under the axe of a lumberjack. Ulysses, in all his intimidating glory, walked calmly through the fray, the enemy parting before him as though he radiated death itself, well most of them anyway, but that hardly made a single difference to Ulysses; he blocked a strike from the sword of an enemy Assassin, then twisted his weapon sharply to penetrate his chest in one clean kill.
This is war, not an incident in his torture dungeons, hence why Septimus aimed for faster, cleaner kills. Not to mention this was more like the Supreme Commander's style in battle anyway: fast, clean, sometimes brutal.
"Fools, all of you."Ulysses spoke with a sharp, icy tone that send many of the enemy Assassins cowering before him. "What, just what, made you think that imperfect, flawed beings like yourself and your master capable of facing the might of the Armada?!" Just as he finished speaking, a pirate charged right at him, yelling while swinging his sword in a wild arc. Fool, nothing but pure suicide. Ulysses swiftly blocked his first strikes, then lopped off his arm, his head with a second, powerful swing of his razor sharp rapier...
But even such brutality could not rival Cahin's progress in the far northern side of the bloody battlefield-
Shaking blood from his dual short blades with a deft flick of his wrists, the Harlequin's eyes quickly focused on his next target, a swashbuckler to be exact. This brought a disregarding snort from the demented Assassin behind his mask: there is not one swashbuckler, fairly speaking, that he found could match up with his daddy. They were too clumsy, too focused on the dancing part, instead of the perfect balance his daddy had achieved. His was a flawless blend of dance and lethal bladework that could rip into an unsuspecting target's throat before they even realized what happened.
"Is that all you got?"Cahin found himself calling out, "disgrace to swashbucklers: I've seen toads dance better than that." That was intended as both a truth and an insult in the Harlequin's mind; when his soon to be playmate looked over with a mix of hate, disgust, and slight fear, he knew his plan had worked.
The swashbuckler snarled, shoving past the Marine he was dueling in favor of charging Cahin. "What did you say, you freak?!" He snarled, brandishing his daggers.
"Freak? Me? Ha!"Cahin laughed, dementia clear in his voice, "I'll show you a real freak!" He braced into a defensive battle stance, like how his daddy had taught him... And stepped quickly out of the way when the swashbuckler was almost upon him, ramming one knee into the swashbuckler's gut, effectively sending the man tumbling backward to land on his back. He recovered quickly, though, and even managed to rip a cut through the Harlequin's side that quickly started to seep blood.
"Tsk, tsk."The Harlequin felt no pain, thanks to adrenaline rushing through his veins, "such clumsy bladework, daddy would have done much better." He evaded another strike, thanks to his grace as a swashbuckler. Taking that moment, Cahin glanced in the 'Supreme Commander''s direction, directing his opponent to look as well.
The pirate lost it then. "That goddamned clockwork? He's nothing but a pile of scrap under that pretty little porcelain face! I will personally-" He was cut short, quite literally, as the Harlequin threw himself onto him in a fit of rage, after pinning him down by driving his blades into his coat's shoulders. Cahin's hands darted out, taking him by the coat collar to bring his face right up to the point his nose almost touched his mask.
"What. Did. You. Say?"Cahin roared, delivering a well-aimed punch into the pirate's jaw, hearing a rather delightful crack as his jaw dislocated from the force of the blow. "HOW DARE YOU BLASPHEME A GOD!" He slammed his fists again, and again into every inch of flesh he could reach, then hoisted the pirate up to his feet, sending a jarring kick into the man's stomach that sent him tumbling backward. But the Harlequin wasn't done, just yet: he whipped out the pistol he had stowed into his belt as the troops disembarked from the ship, loaded with shrapnel bullets... And shot at the absolute lowest, most painful spot he could find.
The pirate howled in agony, dropping his daggers in favor of clenching at his wound, which by now was weeping a waterfall of blood, the sight driving Cahin's already demented mind even further. Cahin darted around the man, his pistol back into his belt, hooking his legs around the pirate's waist as he gripped the man's jaws in his hands... Before brutally ripping his mouth open the way Ulysses' favorite torture trap--the reverse beartrap--would have done.
Cahin untangled himself from his target after, watching in both rage and sadistic amusement for about three seconds, then retrieved his dual blades and charged back into the fray...
----
Ulysses stood behind the first line, his sword raised to the sky, before chopping down in one wide arc. "CHARGE!" Upon his command, the Marines rushed forward, backed by their Assassin allies and Dragoons. They rammed viciously into the ranks of unorganized pirates, their shields protecting them from the strikes of their enemies as they skewered them on their halberds like barbecued meat.
Shouts can be heard as the formation slowly separated, releasing the sword wielding Assassins who swept in like the weapons they are swinging, cutting down enemies as though they were nothing but tress under the axe of a lumberjack. Ulysses, in all his intimidating glory, walked calmly through the fray, the enemy parting before him as though he radiated death itself, well most of them anyway, but that hardly made a single difference to Ulysses; he blocked a strike from the sword of an enemy Assassin, then twisted his weapon sharply to penetrate his chest in one clean kill.
This is war, not an incident in his torture dungeons, hence why Septimus aimed for faster, cleaner kills. Not to mention this was more like the Supreme Commander's style in battle anyway: fast, clean, sometimes brutal.
"Fools, all of you."Ulysses spoke with a sharp, icy tone that send many of the enemy Assassins cowering before him. "What, just what, made you think that imperfect, flawed beings like yourself and your master capable of facing the might of the Armada?!" Just as he finished speaking, a pirate charged right at him, yelling while swinging his sword in a wild arc. Fool, nothing but pure suicide. Ulysses swiftly blocked his first strikes, then lopped off his arm, his head with a second, powerful swing of his razor sharp rapier...
But even such brutality could not rival Cahin's progress in the far northern side of the bloody battlefield-
Shaking blood from his dual short blades with a deft flick of his wrists, the Harlequin's eyes quickly focused on his next target, a swashbuckler to be exact. This brought a disregarding snort from the demented Assassin behind his mask: there is not one swashbuckler, fairly speaking, that he found could match up with his daddy. They were too clumsy, too focused on the dancing part, instead of the perfect balance his daddy had achieved. His was a flawless blend of dance and lethal bladework that could rip into an unsuspecting target's throat before they even realized what happened.
"Is that all you got?"Cahin found himself calling out, "disgrace to swashbucklers: I've seen toads dance better than that." That was intended as both a truth and an insult in the Harlequin's mind; when his soon to be playmate looked over with a mix of hate, disgust, and slight fear, he knew his plan had worked.
The swashbuckler snarled, shoving past the Marine he was dueling in favor of charging Cahin. "What did you say, you freak?!" He snarled, brandishing his daggers.
"Freak? Me? Ha!"Cahin laughed, dementia clear in his voice, "I'll show you a real freak!" He braced into a defensive battle stance, like how his daddy had taught him... And stepped quickly out of the way when the swashbuckler was almost upon him, ramming one knee into the swashbuckler's gut, effectively sending the man tumbling backward to land on his back. He recovered quickly, though, and even managed to rip a cut through the Harlequin's side that quickly started to seep blood.
"Tsk, tsk."The Harlequin felt no pain, thanks to adrenaline rushing through his veins, "such clumsy bladework, daddy would have done much better." He evaded another strike, thanks to his grace as a swashbuckler. Taking that moment, Cahin glanced in the 'Supreme Commander''s direction, directing his opponent to look as well.
The pirate lost it then. "That goddamned clockwork? He's nothing but a pile of scrap under that pretty little porcelain face! I will personally-" He was cut short, quite literally, as the Harlequin threw himself onto him in a fit of rage, after pinning him down by driving his blades into his coat's shoulders. Cahin's hands darted out, taking him by the coat collar to bring his face right up to the point his nose almost touched his mask.
"What. Did. You. Say?"Cahin roared, delivering a well-aimed punch into the pirate's jaw, hearing a rather delightful crack as his jaw dislocated from the force of the blow. "HOW DARE YOU BLASPHEME A GOD!" He slammed his fists again, and again into every inch of flesh he could reach, then hoisted the pirate up to his feet, sending a jarring kick into the man's stomach that sent him tumbling backward. But the Harlequin wasn't done, just yet: he whipped out the pistol he had stowed into his belt as the troops disembarked from the ship, loaded with shrapnel bullets... And shot at the absolute lowest, most painful spot he could find.
The pirate howled in agony, dropping his daggers in favor of clenching at his wound, which by now was weeping a waterfall of blood, the sight driving Cahin's already demented mind even further. Cahin darted around the man, his pistol back into his belt, hooking his legs around the pirate's waist as he gripped the man's jaws in his hands... Before brutally ripping his mouth open the way Ulysses' favorite torture trap--the reverse beartrap--would have done.
Cahin untangled himself from his target after, watching in both rage and sadistic amusement for about three seconds, then retrieved his dual blades and charged back into the fray...
Ulysses Septimus- Clockwork
- Posts : 715
Join date : 2014-02-08
Age : 29
Location : Valencia, Spiral -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Hannah Durante Tue May 13, 2014 3:48 pm
((^^ RAMBLING IS JUST FINE BY ME! never worry! XD HANNAH SAYS YOU COPYCAT TO THE ONE PART LOL. And ohoh don't tempt me, or I will lol! >D Bring yours on though, I def love the long posts myself! But I also love any posts as well.))
----
Hannah raced forward with the rest of the line she had settled herself in as Ulysses gave the order to charge, feeling the tizzy of a battle like this threatening to overcome her. She kept herself focused though, joining the marines and their allies in the slaughter of their enemies, though arguably a bit more cautious than they were being at the moment. As much as she wanted to smash into their adversaries, finding that sort of thing very in line with her own style of fighting, she had to play it safer. She no longer had her shield with her, and all it would take to dispatch her would be one, well-aimed strike from an opponent who saw her coming and moved faster than she could to knock them off balance.
Though it was hardly honorable to use the wall of marines and their shields to her advantage as a distraction, in this case it was both smart and efficient. Their goal was to utterly destroy the ranks of pirates and traitorous assassins gathered here, and honor was completely wasted on men like these. Besides, this was war, and in war the goal was to crush the other side so they all fell or enough did for the rest of the other soldiers to surrender. So long as she contributed to that effort, she was doing her duty- and the faster they dispatched these criminals and forced the remainder into surrendering, the sooner they could claim victory for Valencia and return home.
With that thought in mind, Hannah felt inspired to help speed up the process- rushing at any pirate who wasn't paying attention within five feet of her she could reach, alternating between stabbing them with the switchblade and cutting them down with her halberd. It was that much easier when the formation split and the assassins that served Septimus swarmed in cutting down enemies left and right where they stood, earning much of their attention as the greatest threat, before the Admiral himself took part in the chaos once more as well and even more of them turned their attention to him. The looks on many of their faces made it clear, they were all still convinced he was Kane. This froze some of them in place, but it also seemed to inspire many to trying to fight that much harder...not that it made any difference in the grand scheme of things.
She did shudder at the insults he barked out in response to their efforts to fight back. Had she not known who he was underneath the mask, she herself would have thought he was Kane in that very moment. It was almost like Ulysses was completely possessed by the supreme commander's mentalities, like a little puppet dancing on his strings. This too was likely a measure of intimidation she realized, but at the same time Hannah had a fair hunch that Ulysses also very much subscribed to that way of thinking. Which was why it was good to be on their side, instead of against it. As the rest of these men would find out, the hardest way possible.
The fool brazen enough to lunge at the Admiral was the first of them to discover this, as Ulysses mercilessly ripped him apart with that deadly rapier of his. Such nonsense that pirate had shown...and for what? Absolutely nothing, short of a painful death and to serve as an example for the others. Hannah shook her head as she returned her attention to the stragglers that were still around her, lashing and lunging out at anybody and everybody she could; earning the same treatment in retaliation. It was a challenge to divide her attention now without the protection of her shield, and the human woman found herself indulging in an odd, battle dance of her own, alternating between blocking blows with her halberd and shoving pirates away from her with it, if not whirling about to stab them with the switchblade.
She didn't bother to indulge in fighting fair or giving her opponents a chance to use any advantages against her, and made sure to land strikes in the most painful areas she could; looking to kill or simply maim and incapacitate. She went for faces, eyes, throats, anything that would drop a man swiftly and ensure he would at least not be getting up, careful to dig her weapons in deeply this time to avoid the same mistake that had happened back on Septimus's ship. Her goal was merely to help lead their side to victory as quickly as possible, and for that leaving some of the pirates she attacked alive wasn't a terrible thing, provided they were too wounded to rejoin their comrades. Having some prisoners would be a good thing anyway she imagined, if Ulysses needed to interrogate any of them later for information.
Hannah was drawn by the sound of carnage not that far away from her, as she finished slitting the throat of a pirate who had put up too much of a fight even after he had been stabbed viciously in the gut. His resilience was admirable, but she couldn't afford to make the mistake of letting him have the chance to use his remaining strength to attack her or one of her allies, and so had felt forced to extinguish his life then and there. She looked up when he had finished struggling, spotting Cahin laughing and taking on another swashbuckler. The pirate had nicked him, but the harlequin hardly seemed too bothered or in any pain at all so she stood her ground, not wanting to interfere unless her assistance was absolutely needed.
She watched as Cahin scoffed at such sloppy swashbuckling talent, making it a point to mention how skilled his father was and even looking off in the distance at the Admiral where he was still mowing down as many adversaries as he could. That probably wasn't going to go over very well, Hannah reflected, with what these men saw. As expected, the pirate was both baffled and disgusted by the sentiment, and made the grave mistake of insulting and threatening him to the jester's face. Had it actually been Kane, Hannah wondered how Cahin would have felt then, if it would have bothered him so much. Knowing who it really was and having experienced their closeness firsthand however, she knew his reaction would be explosive.
Indeed, it was. The other man didn't even get the chance to finish what he was saying, before Cahin threw himself at him with a howl of rage and had pinned him to the ground. That was the most tame part of his reaction however, as the jester soon broke the man's jaw- she could hear the bone snapping from her own position- and began screaming at him while savagely beating him with his fists. But oh, he wasn't finished with this pirate she could see, not yet, as he threw him up only to kick him away and shoot him...right in the same area she had stabbed that one buccaneer in. Well, at least she wasn't the only one willing to hit as low below the belt as possible, Hannah supposed.
She wisely looked away when Cahin straddled the pirate and reached for his face, though she heard the horrible sounds of what he had just done to the man nonetheless. Curiosity got the better of her and she looked back, just as the harlequin darted off in search of a new victim. It was every inch as brutal as she had imagined it would have been. He certainly was vicious when it came to his father, though she understood why now at least a little more having heard about his history. She was no longer the one with the messiest kill here....
Interested to know how they were faring, Hannah looked all around, pleased to note that it looked like they had already made quite the dent in the pirate's numbers. That only encouraged her onward, forward, as she looked to see where the musketeers were currently set up and if they were in need of any assistance. As she made her way over to where the line of snipers would be however, she too took notice of the fact one of them, the one that stood out the most, seemed to be strangely absent from this post. She wasn't sure what to take from that, honestly. At first she felt a wave of apprehension, compelled to try and find Decimus so that if he was in trouble, she could save him and repay at least part of the favor she owed the one clockwork officer.
But then she relaxed as her mind saw fit to remind her he was different than most of the musketeer models, and perhaps he had moved to another position, out of sight, where he was still participating in the fight. She couldn't see every inch of the battleground after all, so it was highly possible he was merely obscured from view. Hoping the latter to be the truth, she continued on until she had come upon some of the other musketeers, prepared to defend them from any pirates who would try and sneak up on the snipers from behind.
----
Hannah raced forward with the rest of the line she had settled herself in as Ulysses gave the order to charge, feeling the tizzy of a battle like this threatening to overcome her. She kept herself focused though, joining the marines and their allies in the slaughter of their enemies, though arguably a bit more cautious than they were being at the moment. As much as she wanted to smash into their adversaries, finding that sort of thing very in line with her own style of fighting, she had to play it safer. She no longer had her shield with her, and all it would take to dispatch her would be one, well-aimed strike from an opponent who saw her coming and moved faster than she could to knock them off balance.
Though it was hardly honorable to use the wall of marines and their shields to her advantage as a distraction, in this case it was both smart and efficient. Their goal was to utterly destroy the ranks of pirates and traitorous assassins gathered here, and honor was completely wasted on men like these. Besides, this was war, and in war the goal was to crush the other side so they all fell or enough did for the rest of the other soldiers to surrender. So long as she contributed to that effort, she was doing her duty- and the faster they dispatched these criminals and forced the remainder into surrendering, the sooner they could claim victory for Valencia and return home.
With that thought in mind, Hannah felt inspired to help speed up the process- rushing at any pirate who wasn't paying attention within five feet of her she could reach, alternating between stabbing them with the switchblade and cutting them down with her halberd. It was that much easier when the formation split and the assassins that served Septimus swarmed in cutting down enemies left and right where they stood, earning much of their attention as the greatest threat, before the Admiral himself took part in the chaos once more as well and even more of them turned their attention to him. The looks on many of their faces made it clear, they were all still convinced he was Kane. This froze some of them in place, but it also seemed to inspire many to trying to fight that much harder...not that it made any difference in the grand scheme of things.
She did shudder at the insults he barked out in response to their efforts to fight back. Had she not known who he was underneath the mask, she herself would have thought he was Kane in that very moment. It was almost like Ulysses was completely possessed by the supreme commander's mentalities, like a little puppet dancing on his strings. This too was likely a measure of intimidation she realized, but at the same time Hannah had a fair hunch that Ulysses also very much subscribed to that way of thinking. Which was why it was good to be on their side, instead of against it. As the rest of these men would find out, the hardest way possible.
The fool brazen enough to lunge at the Admiral was the first of them to discover this, as Ulysses mercilessly ripped him apart with that deadly rapier of his. Such nonsense that pirate had shown...and for what? Absolutely nothing, short of a painful death and to serve as an example for the others. Hannah shook her head as she returned her attention to the stragglers that were still around her, lashing and lunging out at anybody and everybody she could; earning the same treatment in retaliation. It was a challenge to divide her attention now without the protection of her shield, and the human woman found herself indulging in an odd, battle dance of her own, alternating between blocking blows with her halberd and shoving pirates away from her with it, if not whirling about to stab them with the switchblade.
She didn't bother to indulge in fighting fair or giving her opponents a chance to use any advantages against her, and made sure to land strikes in the most painful areas she could; looking to kill or simply maim and incapacitate. She went for faces, eyes, throats, anything that would drop a man swiftly and ensure he would at least not be getting up, careful to dig her weapons in deeply this time to avoid the same mistake that had happened back on Septimus's ship. Her goal was merely to help lead their side to victory as quickly as possible, and for that leaving some of the pirates she attacked alive wasn't a terrible thing, provided they were too wounded to rejoin their comrades. Having some prisoners would be a good thing anyway she imagined, if Ulysses needed to interrogate any of them later for information.
Hannah was drawn by the sound of carnage not that far away from her, as she finished slitting the throat of a pirate who had put up too much of a fight even after he had been stabbed viciously in the gut. His resilience was admirable, but she couldn't afford to make the mistake of letting him have the chance to use his remaining strength to attack her or one of her allies, and so had felt forced to extinguish his life then and there. She looked up when he had finished struggling, spotting Cahin laughing and taking on another swashbuckler. The pirate had nicked him, but the harlequin hardly seemed too bothered or in any pain at all so she stood her ground, not wanting to interfere unless her assistance was absolutely needed.
She watched as Cahin scoffed at such sloppy swashbuckling talent, making it a point to mention how skilled his father was and even looking off in the distance at the Admiral where he was still mowing down as many adversaries as he could. That probably wasn't going to go over very well, Hannah reflected, with what these men saw. As expected, the pirate was both baffled and disgusted by the sentiment, and made the grave mistake of insulting and threatening him to the jester's face. Had it actually been Kane, Hannah wondered how Cahin would have felt then, if it would have bothered him so much. Knowing who it really was and having experienced their closeness firsthand however, she knew his reaction would be explosive.
Indeed, it was. The other man didn't even get the chance to finish what he was saying, before Cahin threw himself at him with a howl of rage and had pinned him to the ground. That was the most tame part of his reaction however, as the jester soon broke the man's jaw- she could hear the bone snapping from her own position- and began screaming at him while savagely beating him with his fists. But oh, he wasn't finished with this pirate she could see, not yet, as he threw him up only to kick him away and shoot him...right in the same area she had stabbed that one buccaneer in. Well, at least she wasn't the only one willing to hit as low below the belt as possible, Hannah supposed.
She wisely looked away when Cahin straddled the pirate and reached for his face, though she heard the horrible sounds of what he had just done to the man nonetheless. Curiosity got the better of her and she looked back, just as the harlequin darted off in search of a new victim. It was every inch as brutal as she had imagined it would have been. He certainly was vicious when it came to his father, though she understood why now at least a little more having heard about his history. She was no longer the one with the messiest kill here....
Interested to know how they were faring, Hannah looked all around, pleased to note that it looked like they had already made quite the dent in the pirate's numbers. That only encouraged her onward, forward, as she looked to see where the musketeers were currently set up and if they were in need of any assistance. As she made her way over to where the line of snipers would be however, she too took notice of the fact one of them, the one that stood out the most, seemed to be strangely absent from this post. She wasn't sure what to take from that, honestly. At first she felt a wave of apprehension, compelled to try and find Decimus so that if he was in trouble, she could save him and repay at least part of the favor she owed the one clockwork officer.
But then she relaxed as her mind saw fit to remind her he was different than most of the musketeer models, and perhaps he had moved to another position, out of sight, where he was still participating in the fight. She couldn't see every inch of the battleground after all, so it was highly possible he was merely obscured from view. Hoping the latter to be the truth, she continued on until she had come upon some of the other musketeers, prepared to defend them from any pirates who would try and sneak up on the snipers from behind.
Hannah Durante- Clockwork
- Posts : 191
Join date : 2014-02-08 -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Ulysses Septimus Tue May 13, 2014 9:42 pm
((>D oh I am glad to hear that, because you will be seeing quite a few of those from me in this particular thread! LOL CAHIN SAYS PIRATE INSULTED DADDY SO HE DESERVES NOTHING LESS... Oho, bring those long posts on, I have no fear!))
-----
Albinus Crassus, the 'twin brother' of Servus Decimus (except for he, instead of a red gem, had a blue gem), slammed his rifle into the forehead of a pirate that had gotten a little too close. Once his opponent was stunned, Albinus thrust the bayonet on his rifle right into the pirate's chest, firing to ensure that he was truly dead. The pirate gasped in pain, falling down to the ground clenching the large hole the future Royal Spymaster blew into his body.
The clockwork looked down at him with blank eyes that somehow was able to radiate pure hate. "Reqiuescat in pace, bastardo." His montone had little emotion, yet even then, the hate was still there, clearly perceptible. Leaving the pirate for dead, Albinus joined his fellow marksmen once more, sniping off pirates left and right according to just how he pleased... Until he felt the alarming burn against his left shoulder.
The marksman's slender hand reached up, brushing the spot on his shoulder, hidden under his uniform, where Ulysses had left his mark--the eye inside the winged triangle--a feeling of apprehension growing steadily inside him. This could mean nothing good, if his brother had felt the need to call for help through their connection in the Apple of Eden. Albinus surveyed the battlefield for several seconds, trying to find Decimus, only to come back up in vain. "Where are you, mio fratello?"
He didn't get much time to think more, as a second wave of pirates soon pressed in, forcing Albinus and the rest of the Armada marksmen to open fire, barely able to mow them down in time to stop them from reaching them...
Ulysses didn't even need his Valencian pistol, or the dagger he brought to drive fear into his opponents while he fought. Slicing off heads or opening torsos, the human Armada admiral had long lost count of just how many he had killed by then, and found himself enjoying it just a little too much even though he did his best to force back the laugh that was threatening to tear its way out of his throat, instead putting the power into fighting, into his already hyper senses to detect enemies even better.
He truly felt as though he had turned into the Supreme Commander himself; he was faster, stronger, and maybe even smarter than those traitors and pirates currently swarming around him, his fighting style a lethal blend of dance and steel that flowed with elegance the real Kane was so famous for. Thrusting his sword into the nearest throat, Ulysses released the sword for a moment in favor of wrapping his hands around a pirate's throat, brutally snapping his neck, then turning around to rip his weapon out of where it was lodged.
"There is no hope,"he spoke again, a rumbling laughter that was so similar to Kane's emerging from his lips on the mask that it even surprised Ulysses himself, "no hope for any of you. So why keep up this useless struggle?" He, all while battling, recalled from his memories Kane's fighting style, careful to mimic each move, each step and strike. Whirling around, he gracefully sidestepped a buccaneer's strike with his axe, taking the moment to plunge his rapier into the pirate's chest with a forward fencing stance; he had remembered the Supreme Commander recounting to him that incident where a Polarian bear had thought he could sneak up behind him and take him by surprise... It was the same, Ulysses realized, it was just like that time, except... Yes, except they weren't facing Polarians, they were fighting pirates, but did that make a difference?
Not much, if the Admiral had to say so himself.
Clearing away a few more adversaries, Ulysses craned his neck to see if Cahin needed any help, only turning back a moment later with a smirk tugging on his lips behind the mask he wore. The Harlequin was faring more than well against the crowd of enemies that had surrounded him, stabbing anything that breathed, twitched, or moved that wasn't an Assassin loyal to them or a clockwork. He had just kicked down a foe, and stabbed him in the kidney after he severed his Achilles' tendon, leaving the traitor Assassin to bleed out on the ground, clenching his side in pain.
Cahin, however, wasn't just doing well, he was savoring every single second of it. He had rarely got to play with so many at once, and he liked it, a lot. Laughing in his usual demented tone, the Harlequin pounced on a pirate who had the audacity to turn his back on him, sending one of his dual short blades into the base of the skull and up into the brain. The pirate screamed in pain, a sound so loud that it turned even a few heads on the battlefield, and flailed, trying to get the crazy Assassin off his back, earning himself another stab, this one right into the side of his neck, puncturing the jugular.
The Harlequin hopped off his latest victim, laughing while doing a cartwheel away to kick down another pirate, swiftly ending his existence with a stab into his heart. This...this was too fun! So much blood! It made him want to scream up to the sky in a animalistic pleasure that only he knew the fun to, but he resisted the urge, choosing to channel it into his fighting style...
-----
Albinus Crassus, the 'twin brother' of Servus Decimus (except for he, instead of a red gem, had a blue gem), slammed his rifle into the forehead of a pirate that had gotten a little too close. Once his opponent was stunned, Albinus thrust the bayonet on his rifle right into the pirate's chest, firing to ensure that he was truly dead. The pirate gasped in pain, falling down to the ground clenching the large hole the future Royal Spymaster blew into his body.
The clockwork looked down at him with blank eyes that somehow was able to radiate pure hate. "Reqiuescat in pace, bastardo." His montone had little emotion, yet even then, the hate was still there, clearly perceptible. Leaving the pirate for dead, Albinus joined his fellow marksmen once more, sniping off pirates left and right according to just how he pleased... Until he felt the alarming burn against his left shoulder.
The marksman's slender hand reached up, brushing the spot on his shoulder, hidden under his uniform, where Ulysses had left his mark--the eye inside the winged triangle--a feeling of apprehension growing steadily inside him. This could mean nothing good, if his brother had felt the need to call for help through their connection in the Apple of Eden. Albinus surveyed the battlefield for several seconds, trying to find Decimus, only to come back up in vain. "Where are you, mio fratello?"
He didn't get much time to think more, as a second wave of pirates soon pressed in, forcing Albinus and the rest of the Armada marksmen to open fire, barely able to mow them down in time to stop them from reaching them...
Ulysses didn't even need his Valencian pistol, or the dagger he brought to drive fear into his opponents while he fought. Slicing off heads or opening torsos, the human Armada admiral had long lost count of just how many he had killed by then, and found himself enjoying it just a little too much even though he did his best to force back the laugh that was threatening to tear its way out of his throat, instead putting the power into fighting, into his already hyper senses to detect enemies even better.
He truly felt as though he had turned into the Supreme Commander himself; he was faster, stronger, and maybe even smarter than those traitors and pirates currently swarming around him, his fighting style a lethal blend of dance and steel that flowed with elegance the real Kane was so famous for. Thrusting his sword into the nearest throat, Ulysses released the sword for a moment in favor of wrapping his hands around a pirate's throat, brutally snapping his neck, then turning around to rip his weapon out of where it was lodged.
"There is no hope,"he spoke again, a rumbling laughter that was so similar to Kane's emerging from his lips on the mask that it even surprised Ulysses himself, "no hope for any of you. So why keep up this useless struggle?" He, all while battling, recalled from his memories Kane's fighting style, careful to mimic each move, each step and strike. Whirling around, he gracefully sidestepped a buccaneer's strike with his axe, taking the moment to plunge his rapier into the pirate's chest with a forward fencing stance; he had remembered the Supreme Commander recounting to him that incident where a Polarian bear had thought he could sneak up behind him and take him by surprise... It was the same, Ulysses realized, it was just like that time, except... Yes, except they weren't facing Polarians, they were fighting pirates, but did that make a difference?
Not much, if the Admiral had to say so himself.
Clearing away a few more adversaries, Ulysses craned his neck to see if Cahin needed any help, only turning back a moment later with a smirk tugging on his lips behind the mask he wore. The Harlequin was faring more than well against the crowd of enemies that had surrounded him, stabbing anything that breathed, twitched, or moved that wasn't an Assassin loyal to them or a clockwork. He had just kicked down a foe, and stabbed him in the kidney after he severed his Achilles' tendon, leaving the traitor Assassin to bleed out on the ground, clenching his side in pain.
Cahin, however, wasn't just doing well, he was savoring every single second of it. He had rarely got to play with so many at once, and he liked it, a lot. Laughing in his usual demented tone, the Harlequin pounced on a pirate who had the audacity to turn his back on him, sending one of his dual short blades into the base of the skull and up into the brain. The pirate screamed in pain, a sound so loud that it turned even a few heads on the battlefield, and flailed, trying to get the crazy Assassin off his back, earning himself another stab, this one right into the side of his neck, puncturing the jugular.
The Harlequin hopped off his latest victim, laughing while doing a cartwheel away to kick down another pirate, swiftly ending his existence with a stab into his heart. This...this was too fun! So much blood! It made him want to scream up to the sky in a animalistic pleasure that only he knew the fun to, but he resisted the urge, choosing to channel it into his fighting style...
Ulysses Septimus- Clockwork
- Posts : 715
Join date : 2014-02-08
Age : 29
Location : Valencia, Spiral -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Hannah Durante Wed May 14, 2014 3:32 pm
((Bwahaha bring them on I say, I DO NOT FEAR YOUR LENGTH MUWHAHAH. Hahaha well this is something those two can actually agree on! AND YOU HAVE TEMPTED ME, YOU ARE WARNED. XD like this post, when I didn't know how to shut up for a while lol!))
---
There was another clockwork that looked so much like Decimus, that for a moment Hannah actually believed that was exactly who he was. Enough that she felt her mind relax further, almost chiding her for being ‘silly’ enough to believe that a model as special as his would have been prone to the same weaknesses the more normal musketeers and their officers were. But it lasted only for a few minutes before she got a better look, noting that the gem set in the middle of his elaborate mask was a different color entirely than the one she had seen earlier. It was enough to make the buccaneer give a double take, at first wondering if Decimus had managed to swap out one gem for another, before she realized just how ridiculous that sounded, and realized there must have been another that Ulysses had created.
Odd, the human woman found herself thinking as her face scrunched in confusion. Cristobal had never mentioned a second clockwork crafted from the apple’s knowledge, though she realized of course that she hadn’t asked if there had been more than the one officer. The Royal Engineer did seem like the type that had to be asked specific questions if you wanted all of the answers….much like her own father had always been, so that had been her mistake. Perhaps she should have suspected Septimus would have wanted to create more than one clockwork himself, but the thought had honestly never crossed her mind until this very moment. Albinus’s presence and abilities were equally as mesmerizing, but it began to make her worry again that perhaps her initial concerns about whatever had happened to his apparent twin weren’t so silly after all.
She was almost compelled to ask him about what had happened to the other officer, though refrained from doing so as he was just as busy as the rest of them, and she wasn’t even sure how to begin asking about that. There was always still the chance he was just out of sight and it would be pointless, not to mention detrimental to their cause, to give anybody reason to worry. She didn’t want to raise any alarms just yet in case she was wrong. But she wasn’t comforted at all when Albinus seemed to be acting peculiar in her mind, compared to what she had seen only seconds prior. In the midst of killing a pirate and joining the rest of the musketeers, the elegant clockwork suddenly diverted his attention; touching a spot on his shoulder for some reason, before looking around the battlefield and muttering a question to himself that didn’t sound good at all. With the very minimal Latin she had retained from classes she had done poorly in and the war had interrupted in Silvella, Hannah could hazard a guess for once as to what exactly he was saying.
Now she really wanted to address the other officer, ask him if everything was okay and if not if there was anything she could do to help. Something must have been very wrong after all, if it was causing him to be distracted from the task at hand for any measure of time. Unfortunately however, she didn’t get the chance to pursue the matter further with him, at least not for the moment. More pirates flooded the field in that very instant, prompting the Valencian to growl in irritation as she saw them coming. Was there no end to their masses here? Just where were they all hiding and coming from?
For his own sake, she hoped Decimus wasn’t in trouble, because if he was…..the buccaneer wasn’t so sure any of them would be able to make it to him in time before something awful had already happened. Just one, quick gaze around the field assured her of that, with how involved everybody already was in the fighting and the fact the pirates were still coming. They should hope nothing had happened to the officer as well, because if something had….she could only imagine the bloody, infuriated vengeance Ulysses would bring upon them then.
Hannah braced herself for the struggle, focusing on the side of incoming enemies that the musketeers weren’t already shooting at. The clockworks would handle that side of things, while she took this one; determined not to let any pirate slip by her and go for the snipers while they were at a disadvantage. It would be difficult with how many of them were coming from both sides, the new wave of adversaries were at least smart enough to attempt a divide and conquer strategy, but she had faced scenarios much like this with her unit during the war. Challenging did not mean impossible, and as she had more endurance and pain tolerance to throw around…she would have to use herself as an obstacle, make herself the biggest one these pirates had ever seen. And take whatever punishment and injury they doled out without letting too many of them get past her.
She met them halfway, wanting to put at least a little distance between herself and the musketeers in case any of the pirates slipped by and decided to completely ignore her in favor of going for the marksmen first. This way, the clockworks had more time to react to any of those threats, and she had enough space and time to hopefully chase them down before they got that far in the first place. She also needed a bit more room for the kind of fighting she intended on doing as well, unwilling to run the risk of harming any of their snipers through collateral damage or wide strikes. There was no way she would be able to keep this entire thing clean or precise like a swashbuckler could, and so she would take no unnecessary risks when it came to her fellow soldiers.
Hannah also completely shut herself off to the battles being waged too far away to care about. The screams of Ulysses and Cahin’s victims became little more than background noise, as she stopped spreading her attention in more places than the immediate area; even blocking out the enemies the musketeers nearby were dealing with. Right now all that mattered was the approaching gang of pirates she had tasked herself with protecting the marksmen from- once they had been dealt with, then she would allow herself to return to keeping as many things in sight and senses as possible. Sensing this could potentially get ugly while Ulysses, Cahin, and many of the other melee fighters were occupied halfway across the battle field, Hannah quickly, carefully muttered the leviathan’s call under her breath in order to allow herself to take that much more punishment. She hoped it would not be necessary, but one could never be too careful when outnumbered.
Finally the pirates were close enough to strike and she wasted no more time hesitating, throwing herself into the group of enemies like a crazed, desperate predator; sinking her switchblade into whatever flesh she could, while swinging her halberd out at any man who dared come too close, without much of a care as to where exactly she hit them. She aimed for throats whenever she could, slitting at least a couple from the first, few unlucky men who hesitated just a moment too long on whether to come after her or blow past her to stop the snipers from picking off their brethren. But it wasn’t so easy to do it for most of them, particularly when the others had already seen her willing to do it and took care to protect their throats from her. So, she made do with whatever she could as she had throughout these hectic battles, but even more so now- stabbing any unprotected area that she could to lessen the numbers of enemies who posed any threat to the snipers behind her, and herself.
She was doing well too, Hannah could feel a sense of pride wash through her as she was successfully keeping this group of pirates at bay…until a couple of the ones left grew frustrated enough with her resilience and insistence on standing in there way, maiming and killing as many of them as she could, that they adopted an unfortunately smart tactic of dealing with her.
Three pirates came after her at once, two keeping her busy and distracted from the front while the third cleverly slipped behind, latching onto the very end of her tied up hair and yanking as hard as he possibly could. Hannah’s head lurched back as he did so, and the third man was quick to take advantage of the lapse in her focus, first knocking the halberd out of her right arm before painfully dragging her closer to him so that he could snake one of his large, muscular arms tightly against her throat and begin to squeeze.
Panic and rage flooded her body as she realized what he meant to do, as this action allowed two of the other remaining pirates to slip by her and head for the clockworks while this man held her against his chest and attempted to suffocate her. Unwilling to let this happen, Hannah flailed wildly, thrashing as violently as she could in order to force the pirate to let her go.
The harder she fought, the more she could feel he was starting to have trouble holding onto her, though he continued to put his best effort forward. His two friends that were lingering seemed to realize this as well as they started advancing, the closer of the two of them drawing a flintlock that she understood he was going to put to her head and extinguish her life then and there if she gave him that chance, while the other one was sneaking his way toward her left arm no doubt in to steal the bracer from her so she couldn’t use it against them. Like hell she would let pirates one up her like this!
Still fighting against the one holding her, Hannah jerked her left arm threateningly at the pirate that was coming close, intimidating him into hesitating for a moment. The one with the pistol rushed forward, not willing to shoot until he was up close and personal for fear of harming his friend, and the buccaneer took advantage of this; kicking out at him when he was too close and successfully forcing him to stumble back, before she planted the switchblade deep into the arm around her throat. It might have been better to shove her arm back and stab him in the chest or gut, but she didn’t want to give the other two the opportunity to hold her left arm down or break it. The one holding onto her let out a howl of pain as she shoved the blade deeper, certain to twist it every which way she could, eventually letting her go and taking several steps back to avoid being gutted.
Once she had been released Hannah fell to her knees at first, rubbing her aching throat with her free hand as she greedily gasped for air. Her head was swimming, dizzy from all of that. That had been entirely too close for comfort. Her head picked up as she heard an insult being tossed her way, and saw the pistol aimed for her head just in the nick of time. Instinctively she rolled to the side where her halberd was, narrowly avoiding being shot and scooping up her secondary weapon just in time.
Luckily for her, the pistol bearer needed to reload, evidently having used the rest of his ammo up before then. Marking him as the greatest threat in the moment Hannah ignored everything else and ran for him, tackling him to the ground as the man wisely chose to attempt to run away, just as he had finally reloaded the gun. Once they had both landed, she dropped her halberd herself long enough to pin the arm holding the pistol to the ground so that he couldn’t shoot at her, before she began stabbing him mercilessly with the switchblade.
She stopped when she heard somebody behind her too late, and felt a dagger digging into her shoulder. A cry of pain escaped her as the old wound was reopened and the dagger sunk into her already tender flesh there, but she would not let this topple her either. The second she felt the other pirate remove his dagger from her shoulder so that he could go for a more vital area instead, Hannah jumped forward and away, grabbing her halberd again, then whirled about; catching his next strike with her halberd, before jabbing him in the heart with her switchblade.
Once he had been dealt with, her eyes drifted back to the one who had tried to strangle her, who looked from his wound, to her, to the musketeers…before he turned and ran for the clockworks instead. Panicking that much more, Hannah quickly grabbed the pistol from one of the dead pirates and took aim, toppling the man to the ground when her shot caught him at the back of one of his legs. The buccaneer huffed at that, she was an awful shot, she had been aiming for his chest instead! But, at least she’d hit something that had stopped him for the moment. Not wanting to waste another second she ran toward him as she could see him struggling to force himself up, waving her halberd high when she was on top of him, only to bring it down as aggressively as possible onto his head to ensure he would not be getting up ever again.
She allowed herself to relax only when he was dead, though it only lasted briefly before she anxiously looked back to the musketeers, remembering about and hoping they had shot down the two pirates that had gotten past her.
---
There was another clockwork that looked so much like Decimus, that for a moment Hannah actually believed that was exactly who he was. Enough that she felt her mind relax further, almost chiding her for being ‘silly’ enough to believe that a model as special as his would have been prone to the same weaknesses the more normal musketeers and their officers were. But it lasted only for a few minutes before she got a better look, noting that the gem set in the middle of his elaborate mask was a different color entirely than the one she had seen earlier. It was enough to make the buccaneer give a double take, at first wondering if Decimus had managed to swap out one gem for another, before she realized just how ridiculous that sounded, and realized there must have been another that Ulysses had created.
Odd, the human woman found herself thinking as her face scrunched in confusion. Cristobal had never mentioned a second clockwork crafted from the apple’s knowledge, though she realized of course that she hadn’t asked if there had been more than the one officer. The Royal Engineer did seem like the type that had to be asked specific questions if you wanted all of the answers….much like her own father had always been, so that had been her mistake. Perhaps she should have suspected Septimus would have wanted to create more than one clockwork himself, but the thought had honestly never crossed her mind until this very moment. Albinus’s presence and abilities were equally as mesmerizing, but it began to make her worry again that perhaps her initial concerns about whatever had happened to his apparent twin weren’t so silly after all.
She was almost compelled to ask him about what had happened to the other officer, though refrained from doing so as he was just as busy as the rest of them, and she wasn’t even sure how to begin asking about that. There was always still the chance he was just out of sight and it would be pointless, not to mention detrimental to their cause, to give anybody reason to worry. She didn’t want to raise any alarms just yet in case she was wrong. But she wasn’t comforted at all when Albinus seemed to be acting peculiar in her mind, compared to what she had seen only seconds prior. In the midst of killing a pirate and joining the rest of the musketeers, the elegant clockwork suddenly diverted his attention; touching a spot on his shoulder for some reason, before looking around the battlefield and muttering a question to himself that didn’t sound good at all. With the very minimal Latin she had retained from classes she had done poorly in and the war had interrupted in Silvella, Hannah could hazard a guess for once as to what exactly he was saying.
Now she really wanted to address the other officer, ask him if everything was okay and if not if there was anything she could do to help. Something must have been very wrong after all, if it was causing him to be distracted from the task at hand for any measure of time. Unfortunately however, she didn’t get the chance to pursue the matter further with him, at least not for the moment. More pirates flooded the field in that very instant, prompting the Valencian to growl in irritation as she saw them coming. Was there no end to their masses here? Just where were they all hiding and coming from?
For his own sake, she hoped Decimus wasn’t in trouble, because if he was…..the buccaneer wasn’t so sure any of them would be able to make it to him in time before something awful had already happened. Just one, quick gaze around the field assured her of that, with how involved everybody already was in the fighting and the fact the pirates were still coming. They should hope nothing had happened to the officer as well, because if something had….she could only imagine the bloody, infuriated vengeance Ulysses would bring upon them then.
Hannah braced herself for the struggle, focusing on the side of incoming enemies that the musketeers weren’t already shooting at. The clockworks would handle that side of things, while she took this one; determined not to let any pirate slip by her and go for the snipers while they were at a disadvantage. It would be difficult with how many of them were coming from both sides, the new wave of adversaries were at least smart enough to attempt a divide and conquer strategy, but she had faced scenarios much like this with her unit during the war. Challenging did not mean impossible, and as she had more endurance and pain tolerance to throw around…she would have to use herself as an obstacle, make herself the biggest one these pirates had ever seen. And take whatever punishment and injury they doled out without letting too many of them get past her.
She met them halfway, wanting to put at least a little distance between herself and the musketeers in case any of the pirates slipped by and decided to completely ignore her in favor of going for the marksmen first. This way, the clockworks had more time to react to any of those threats, and she had enough space and time to hopefully chase them down before they got that far in the first place. She also needed a bit more room for the kind of fighting she intended on doing as well, unwilling to run the risk of harming any of their snipers through collateral damage or wide strikes. There was no way she would be able to keep this entire thing clean or precise like a swashbuckler could, and so she would take no unnecessary risks when it came to her fellow soldiers.
Hannah also completely shut herself off to the battles being waged too far away to care about. The screams of Ulysses and Cahin’s victims became little more than background noise, as she stopped spreading her attention in more places than the immediate area; even blocking out the enemies the musketeers nearby were dealing with. Right now all that mattered was the approaching gang of pirates she had tasked herself with protecting the marksmen from- once they had been dealt with, then she would allow herself to return to keeping as many things in sight and senses as possible. Sensing this could potentially get ugly while Ulysses, Cahin, and many of the other melee fighters were occupied halfway across the battle field, Hannah quickly, carefully muttered the leviathan’s call under her breath in order to allow herself to take that much more punishment. She hoped it would not be necessary, but one could never be too careful when outnumbered.
Finally the pirates were close enough to strike and she wasted no more time hesitating, throwing herself into the group of enemies like a crazed, desperate predator; sinking her switchblade into whatever flesh she could, while swinging her halberd out at any man who dared come too close, without much of a care as to where exactly she hit them. She aimed for throats whenever she could, slitting at least a couple from the first, few unlucky men who hesitated just a moment too long on whether to come after her or blow past her to stop the snipers from picking off their brethren. But it wasn’t so easy to do it for most of them, particularly when the others had already seen her willing to do it and took care to protect their throats from her. So, she made do with whatever she could as she had throughout these hectic battles, but even more so now- stabbing any unprotected area that she could to lessen the numbers of enemies who posed any threat to the snipers behind her, and herself.
She was doing well too, Hannah could feel a sense of pride wash through her as she was successfully keeping this group of pirates at bay…until a couple of the ones left grew frustrated enough with her resilience and insistence on standing in there way, maiming and killing as many of them as she could, that they adopted an unfortunately smart tactic of dealing with her.
Three pirates came after her at once, two keeping her busy and distracted from the front while the third cleverly slipped behind, latching onto the very end of her tied up hair and yanking as hard as he possibly could. Hannah’s head lurched back as he did so, and the third man was quick to take advantage of the lapse in her focus, first knocking the halberd out of her right arm before painfully dragging her closer to him so that he could snake one of his large, muscular arms tightly against her throat and begin to squeeze.
Panic and rage flooded her body as she realized what he meant to do, as this action allowed two of the other remaining pirates to slip by her and head for the clockworks while this man held her against his chest and attempted to suffocate her. Unwilling to let this happen, Hannah flailed wildly, thrashing as violently as she could in order to force the pirate to let her go.
The harder she fought, the more she could feel he was starting to have trouble holding onto her, though he continued to put his best effort forward. His two friends that were lingering seemed to realize this as well as they started advancing, the closer of the two of them drawing a flintlock that she understood he was going to put to her head and extinguish her life then and there if she gave him that chance, while the other one was sneaking his way toward her left arm no doubt in to steal the bracer from her so she couldn’t use it against them. Like hell she would let pirates one up her like this!
Still fighting against the one holding her, Hannah jerked her left arm threateningly at the pirate that was coming close, intimidating him into hesitating for a moment. The one with the pistol rushed forward, not willing to shoot until he was up close and personal for fear of harming his friend, and the buccaneer took advantage of this; kicking out at him when he was too close and successfully forcing him to stumble back, before she planted the switchblade deep into the arm around her throat. It might have been better to shove her arm back and stab him in the chest or gut, but she didn’t want to give the other two the opportunity to hold her left arm down or break it. The one holding onto her let out a howl of pain as she shoved the blade deeper, certain to twist it every which way she could, eventually letting her go and taking several steps back to avoid being gutted.
Once she had been released Hannah fell to her knees at first, rubbing her aching throat with her free hand as she greedily gasped for air. Her head was swimming, dizzy from all of that. That had been entirely too close for comfort. Her head picked up as she heard an insult being tossed her way, and saw the pistol aimed for her head just in the nick of time. Instinctively she rolled to the side where her halberd was, narrowly avoiding being shot and scooping up her secondary weapon just in time.
Luckily for her, the pistol bearer needed to reload, evidently having used the rest of his ammo up before then. Marking him as the greatest threat in the moment Hannah ignored everything else and ran for him, tackling him to the ground as the man wisely chose to attempt to run away, just as he had finally reloaded the gun. Once they had both landed, she dropped her halberd herself long enough to pin the arm holding the pistol to the ground so that he couldn’t shoot at her, before she began stabbing him mercilessly with the switchblade.
She stopped when she heard somebody behind her too late, and felt a dagger digging into her shoulder. A cry of pain escaped her as the old wound was reopened and the dagger sunk into her already tender flesh there, but she would not let this topple her either. The second she felt the other pirate remove his dagger from her shoulder so that he could go for a more vital area instead, Hannah jumped forward and away, grabbing her halberd again, then whirled about; catching his next strike with her halberd, before jabbing him in the heart with her switchblade.
Once he had been dealt with, her eyes drifted back to the one who had tried to strangle her, who looked from his wound, to her, to the musketeers…before he turned and ran for the clockworks instead. Panicking that much more, Hannah quickly grabbed the pistol from one of the dead pirates and took aim, toppling the man to the ground when her shot caught him at the back of one of his legs. The buccaneer huffed at that, she was an awful shot, she had been aiming for his chest instead! But, at least she’d hit something that had stopped him for the moment. Not wanting to waste another second she ran toward him as she could see him struggling to force himself up, waving her halberd high when she was on top of him, only to bring it down as aggressively as possible onto his head to ensure he would not be getting up ever again.
She allowed herself to relax only when he was dead, though it only lasted briefly before she anxiously looked back to the musketeers, remembering about and hoping they had shot down the two pirates that had gotten past her.
Hannah Durante- Clockwork
- Posts : 191
Join date : 2014-02-08 -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Ulysses Septimus Wed May 14, 2014 8:31 pm
((LOL I love how we are competing over the length here >D and most certainly, any matter concerning his dear daddy is of the highest priority for Cahin XD AND I HAVE NO REGRETS, THAT IS JUST BEAUTIFUL.))
----
It was at that moment, one of the pirates who had managed to sneak pass Hannah, crept up behind her, a knife in hand--his comrade had been shot in the head by one of the marksmen--and keen on ending her right there and then... Only to find himself on the business end of Albinus' bayonet. He stared down at the tip of the razor sharp weapon protruding from his chest for about three seconds, then finally fell, dead as the knife-like blade had penetrated his heart. Albinus jerked his rifle free, spun, and deftly shot another pirate who was attempting to sneak up behind the marksman with the rather foolish idea of surprising him.
Blood sprayed from the shattered mess that was once the pirate's head, the headless body flailing until it finally succumbed to its owner's inescapable fate, collapsing with a low thud at the Armada marksman's feet. The clockwork, if he had a movable face, would have scowled: it was disgusting, pathetic, imperfect, but he couldn't display it, thus he settled for a tense silence of several seconds. "That was a close one."Albinus remarked as the rest of the marksmen joined him, "perhaps you would want to start watching your back?" He didn't wait for Hannah to respond, he couldn't have, because he had noticed a Assassin trying to sneak up behind Ulysses; he reacted almost instinctively, raising his rifle to his face to fire one razor sharp bullet into the back of the traitorous assassin's skull...
Ulysses never even flinched when he felt the bullet whizzing pass the back of his skull, instead it made him grin, especially when he heard the thud of a body collapsing behind him. He thrust out his sword, pushing past the defense of one of the Assassins loyal to Mercilus, penetrating the heart in one fluid strike. He left his sword in his latest victim's corpse for the moment's being, for a pirate was foolish enough in throwing both hands around his neck in a suicidal attempt at choking him.
White gloved hands darted up, clamping around the pirate's elbow and started to squeeze. Ulysses heard a satisfying crack of bone, followed by the agonized howl of the rather idiotic buccaneer. Once the man released his hands, Septimus unsheathed his Hidden Blade, plunging the weapon into his foe's eye, twisting hard then ripping the blade back out. The pirate gave another pained cry, one hand darting up to clamp at the profusely bleeding wound, never even realizing the opening he had just given to the Armada Admiral; Ulysses, however, on the other hand, didn't even hesitate. He snatched his rapier back into his grip, swinging the now very bloodied sword right into his side, almost completely bisecting him; his body only connected by the spinal cord.
"Pirate scum."Ulysses spat, the moonlight reflecting off his mask making him every bit as sinister as the actual Supreme Commander. "Requiescat in pace." He didn't bother with the pirate any more after speaking those words. Septimus opened his arms, as though he was about to embrace someone, calling out in a fashion that could have been Kane himself: "What more do you all have? Bring it on." Pirates that surrounded him stopped for a moment, hesitating, thinking... So they weren't as stupid as they looked, Ulysses mused. He was about to make a rather sarcastic mental remark, before the pirates and traitor Assassins decided that it would be much safer to charge at him together. Again, it wasn't like Ulysses minded that, because, after all, killing those scum is rather gratifying, both in satisfying his lust for blood and for vengeance against them.
He plunged his weapon into any flesh that he could reach, not even bothering to note just where he was aiming, other than if it would end their pathetic existence. Screams of his victims and those wounded by him echoed through the night, sending pangs of euphoria into the mind of the human Armada officer, euphoria which he craved just as much as he loved serving the Armada and his dear fatherland Valencia...
Cahin, meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, catapulted himself onto a traitor Assassin's shoulders, then used that to jump right down onto another. He laughed heartily, maniacally stabbing the man several times in the torso until he was finally pleased with what bloody work he had done, only then did he stand up to face his other enemies. "Who's next?"The Harlequin held up his bloodstained short blades, a dark, homicidal cackle tearing itself out of the pit of his throat, "who wants to play with me?" He had expected for no one to come forward, really, since he had long learned that no one, especially not one of those scum can survive his games, which, truthfully, was what made them so damn fun.
As expected, no one came forward, some even stepped back in fear of the demented Assassin. Cahin didn't mind that, oh he really didn't, because he has arms, and he has legs, perfectly capable of dragging someone out at least to play his little games. The Harlequin darted forward, his speed so unnatural that one could have said this was another Animus training session, and he had just activated his powers, but this wasn't, this was real, Cahin with his real, physical form, and not an Animi Avatar. He crashed right into one of the pirates, driving both blades up into the tender flesh between their throat and jaw, this would ensure that even if he doesn't die first, he would end up choking on his own blood.
Cahin jumped back up, having sensed that a enemy musketeer was taking aim at him. He didn't charge toward him, however, he chose instead to sheath one of his blades and draw the throwing knife he had slid into his boot, throwing the deadly projectile toward him, watching with a sort of sick satisfaction as it landed square between the musketeer's eyes. The man opened his mouth, trying to speak, only to spew out a mouthful of blood as he fell backward, his rifle dropping to the ground with the body of its owner.
----
It was at that moment, one of the pirates who had managed to sneak pass Hannah, crept up behind her, a knife in hand--his comrade had been shot in the head by one of the marksmen--and keen on ending her right there and then... Only to find himself on the business end of Albinus' bayonet. He stared down at the tip of the razor sharp weapon protruding from his chest for about three seconds, then finally fell, dead as the knife-like blade had penetrated his heart. Albinus jerked his rifle free, spun, and deftly shot another pirate who was attempting to sneak up behind the marksman with the rather foolish idea of surprising him.
Blood sprayed from the shattered mess that was once the pirate's head, the headless body flailing until it finally succumbed to its owner's inescapable fate, collapsing with a low thud at the Armada marksman's feet. The clockwork, if he had a movable face, would have scowled: it was disgusting, pathetic, imperfect, but he couldn't display it, thus he settled for a tense silence of several seconds. "That was a close one."Albinus remarked as the rest of the marksmen joined him, "perhaps you would want to start watching your back?" He didn't wait for Hannah to respond, he couldn't have, because he had noticed a Assassin trying to sneak up behind Ulysses; he reacted almost instinctively, raising his rifle to his face to fire one razor sharp bullet into the back of the traitorous assassin's skull...
Ulysses never even flinched when he felt the bullet whizzing pass the back of his skull, instead it made him grin, especially when he heard the thud of a body collapsing behind him. He thrust out his sword, pushing past the defense of one of the Assassins loyal to Mercilus, penetrating the heart in one fluid strike. He left his sword in his latest victim's corpse for the moment's being, for a pirate was foolish enough in throwing both hands around his neck in a suicidal attempt at choking him.
White gloved hands darted up, clamping around the pirate's elbow and started to squeeze. Ulysses heard a satisfying crack of bone, followed by the agonized howl of the rather idiotic buccaneer. Once the man released his hands, Septimus unsheathed his Hidden Blade, plunging the weapon into his foe's eye, twisting hard then ripping the blade back out. The pirate gave another pained cry, one hand darting up to clamp at the profusely bleeding wound, never even realizing the opening he had just given to the Armada Admiral; Ulysses, however, on the other hand, didn't even hesitate. He snatched his rapier back into his grip, swinging the now very bloodied sword right into his side, almost completely bisecting him; his body only connected by the spinal cord.
"Pirate scum."Ulysses spat, the moonlight reflecting off his mask making him every bit as sinister as the actual Supreme Commander. "Requiescat in pace." He didn't bother with the pirate any more after speaking those words. Septimus opened his arms, as though he was about to embrace someone, calling out in a fashion that could have been Kane himself: "What more do you all have? Bring it on." Pirates that surrounded him stopped for a moment, hesitating, thinking... So they weren't as stupid as they looked, Ulysses mused. He was about to make a rather sarcastic mental remark, before the pirates and traitor Assassins decided that it would be much safer to charge at him together. Again, it wasn't like Ulysses minded that, because, after all, killing those scum is rather gratifying, both in satisfying his lust for blood and for vengeance against them.
He plunged his weapon into any flesh that he could reach, not even bothering to note just where he was aiming, other than if it would end their pathetic existence. Screams of his victims and those wounded by him echoed through the night, sending pangs of euphoria into the mind of the human Armada officer, euphoria which he craved just as much as he loved serving the Armada and his dear fatherland Valencia...
Cahin, meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, catapulted himself onto a traitor Assassin's shoulders, then used that to jump right down onto another. He laughed heartily, maniacally stabbing the man several times in the torso until he was finally pleased with what bloody work he had done, only then did he stand up to face his other enemies. "Who's next?"The Harlequin held up his bloodstained short blades, a dark, homicidal cackle tearing itself out of the pit of his throat, "who wants to play with me?" He had expected for no one to come forward, really, since he had long learned that no one, especially not one of those scum can survive his games, which, truthfully, was what made them so damn fun.
As expected, no one came forward, some even stepped back in fear of the demented Assassin. Cahin didn't mind that, oh he really didn't, because he has arms, and he has legs, perfectly capable of dragging someone out at least to play his little games. The Harlequin darted forward, his speed so unnatural that one could have said this was another Animus training session, and he had just activated his powers, but this wasn't, this was real, Cahin with his real, physical form, and not an Animi Avatar. He crashed right into one of the pirates, driving both blades up into the tender flesh between their throat and jaw, this would ensure that even if he doesn't die first, he would end up choking on his own blood.
Cahin jumped back up, having sensed that a enemy musketeer was taking aim at him. He didn't charge toward him, however, he chose instead to sheath one of his blades and draw the throwing knife he had slid into his boot, throwing the deadly projectile toward him, watching with a sort of sick satisfaction as it landed square between the musketeer's eyes. The man opened his mouth, trying to speak, only to spew out a mouthful of blood as he fell backward, his rifle dropping to the ground with the body of its owner.
Ulysses Septimus- Clockwork
- Posts : 715
Join date : 2014-02-08
Age : 29
Location : Valencia, Spiral -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Hannah Durante Wed May 14, 2014 9:21 pm
((Bwhaha, I do too! It's like a weird little game. XD But oh so fun! Oh I imagine so, i can see that from Cahin. DADDY IS THE MOST IMPORTANT AFTER ALL. AND OHO WE SHALL SEE IF YOU CONTINUE TO HAVE NO REGRETS. Urf this post tanks. If you wanted her to wipe out a few more to help move things along, let me know and I will happily edit my post))
----
Hannah didn't even notice the pirate who was sneaking up behind her, as she was still recovering from the vertigo she felt following the attempted strangulation and all of the resulting adrenaline that had exploded inside of her. She was taking this moment to recover, allowing the world to stop spinning around her and calm her breathing down so that she didn't overexert herself; initially allowing her guard to drop under the assumption the marksmen had dispatched both of the pirates who had slipped by her. She didn't see any of them on this side attacking the musketeers, so she allowed herself to relax and feel safe. But, only for a short minute before she caught movement out of the corner of her eyes; the officer that looked like Decimus moving swiftly toward her. The buccaneer shot him a puzzled expression for a split second, before she had turned enough to look at the clockwork and caught sight of a figure behind her.
The buccaneer's heart leapt into her throat as she came to the realization and spotted the knife hovering dangerously close, but enough of her energy had been drained by what she had just done and she was disoriented enough that she didn't have the time to defend herself before the pirate struck. Fortunately for her however, that was why the musketeer had moved, and before the man could run her through anywhere vital he had been skewered on the clockwork's bayonet. Eyes widening in surprise, Hannah finally spun around and took a few steps back as clarity returned to her, staring at the man on the business end of Albinus's rifle, before she looked back up; noticing another pirate coming from behind as she did.
"Look-"
She had barely gotten that much out before the clockwork swiftly pulled his bayonet out of her now dead would-be assailant, turned around, and completely decimated the other man's head. Nevermind then, he had sensed that pirate coming from behind. Relieved, Hannah let out a loud huff, incredibly grateful things had turned out in their favor instead of how badly both of those scenarios could have gone. Now though, she owed two clockwork officers for saving her neck. Or at least, she felt she did...the clockwork himself probably thought very little of it compared to how she did, programmed for such things in the first place.
There was a tense silence that engulfed them immediately after the second pirate had fallen, which Hannah attempted to break first in order to express her gratitude...but Albinus beat her to. She could feel heat creep up her neck and into her face at what he said, embarrassed by what he was saying. So much for gratitude for trying to watch their backs, not that she could say she was that surprised hearing that sort of thing from a clockwork. The buccaneer did feel at least a little better though, when Albinus locked his sights on another target and she followed his gaze, watching him expertly pick off a pirate that had been sneaking up on Ulysses. At least she wasn't the only one he'd had to help out in a pinch, she told herself.
"Well I was sort of busy trying to watch yours- the marksmen and all. But I'll keep that in mind for what's left of these wretches."
She had tried to be polite, and keep as much of the embarrassment and offense out of her voice as possible. But, while she had been respectful enough, at least some of her offense had bled into her words. She only hoped Albinus wouldn't pick up on it and assume it was disrespect or anything of the sort- she really did appreciate what he had done, but it was hard for her not to feel at least a little bit slighted when she had been putting herself in harm's way and this position to help make sure their backs were safe in the first place.
"Thank you, though...For watching my back." She continued, honestly grateful as well as not wanting to give him any reason to get the wrong idea. "I owe you one. If you ever think of a favor I can do to repay this act of generosity, let me know."
There, that was a good way to wrap it all up. Hannah lingered in her spot for a few moments longer, regaining her senses and allowing all of what had piled up to detox before she dared put herself in the middle of battle again. Only when the dizziness had subsided and her breathing returned to normal, did she jump back into the fray; this time stealing a shield from one of the fallen pirates that she could use to her advantage. The wound on her shoulder stung the entire time, but she ignored it- it served as a good reminder of not letting her guard down for even a second out here, as difficult as that could be at times.
What she needed now was an outlet for her frustration, somebody to vent all of her anger toward even though she tried to avoid fighting that way as much as possible. It didn't really matter here or anymore, and she didn't want any of the clockworks to feel as if she couldn't be trusted with her own safety. As nice as it was to know they would step in to help her, she could also handle herself...and since evidently she hadn't proven that enough already, she would do so now.
Her eyes settled on a target not long after searching, and without a word or sound she took off for him, giving punishing the poor fool her all; putting a great deal of her strength into swiping his sword out of his hand, before she bashed into him with her shield, then struck him with the halberd, then repeated the process several times over until he had fallen to the ground in agony, torn apart by her larger weapon's blows. But she still had negative energy to expend, that refused to be let go any other way than through violence. Oh well, it wasn't like formalities and honor needed to be extended here, after all...
She found her next victim not long after, playing much the same game with them, intending on doing this to as many pirates as she could before she was either forced into adopting a new tactic, or their side had finally won and she ran out of enemies to tear down.
----
Hannah didn't even notice the pirate who was sneaking up behind her, as she was still recovering from the vertigo she felt following the attempted strangulation and all of the resulting adrenaline that had exploded inside of her. She was taking this moment to recover, allowing the world to stop spinning around her and calm her breathing down so that she didn't overexert herself; initially allowing her guard to drop under the assumption the marksmen had dispatched both of the pirates who had slipped by her. She didn't see any of them on this side attacking the musketeers, so she allowed herself to relax and feel safe. But, only for a short minute before she caught movement out of the corner of her eyes; the officer that looked like Decimus moving swiftly toward her. The buccaneer shot him a puzzled expression for a split second, before she had turned enough to look at the clockwork and caught sight of a figure behind her.
The buccaneer's heart leapt into her throat as she came to the realization and spotted the knife hovering dangerously close, but enough of her energy had been drained by what she had just done and she was disoriented enough that she didn't have the time to defend herself before the pirate struck. Fortunately for her however, that was why the musketeer had moved, and before the man could run her through anywhere vital he had been skewered on the clockwork's bayonet. Eyes widening in surprise, Hannah finally spun around and took a few steps back as clarity returned to her, staring at the man on the business end of Albinus's rifle, before she looked back up; noticing another pirate coming from behind as she did.
"Look-"
She had barely gotten that much out before the clockwork swiftly pulled his bayonet out of her now dead would-be assailant, turned around, and completely decimated the other man's head. Nevermind then, he had sensed that pirate coming from behind. Relieved, Hannah let out a loud huff, incredibly grateful things had turned out in their favor instead of how badly both of those scenarios could have gone. Now though, she owed two clockwork officers for saving her neck. Or at least, she felt she did...the clockwork himself probably thought very little of it compared to how she did, programmed for such things in the first place.
There was a tense silence that engulfed them immediately after the second pirate had fallen, which Hannah attempted to break first in order to express her gratitude...but Albinus beat her to. She could feel heat creep up her neck and into her face at what he said, embarrassed by what he was saying. So much for gratitude for trying to watch their backs, not that she could say she was that surprised hearing that sort of thing from a clockwork. The buccaneer did feel at least a little better though, when Albinus locked his sights on another target and she followed his gaze, watching him expertly pick off a pirate that had been sneaking up on Ulysses. At least she wasn't the only one he'd had to help out in a pinch, she told herself.
"Well I was sort of busy trying to watch yours- the marksmen and all. But I'll keep that in mind for what's left of these wretches."
She had tried to be polite, and keep as much of the embarrassment and offense out of her voice as possible. But, while she had been respectful enough, at least some of her offense had bled into her words. She only hoped Albinus wouldn't pick up on it and assume it was disrespect or anything of the sort- she really did appreciate what he had done, but it was hard for her not to feel at least a little bit slighted when she had been putting herself in harm's way and this position to help make sure their backs were safe in the first place.
"Thank you, though...For watching my back." She continued, honestly grateful as well as not wanting to give him any reason to get the wrong idea. "I owe you one. If you ever think of a favor I can do to repay this act of generosity, let me know."
There, that was a good way to wrap it all up. Hannah lingered in her spot for a few moments longer, regaining her senses and allowing all of what had piled up to detox before she dared put herself in the middle of battle again. Only when the dizziness had subsided and her breathing returned to normal, did she jump back into the fray; this time stealing a shield from one of the fallen pirates that she could use to her advantage. The wound on her shoulder stung the entire time, but she ignored it- it served as a good reminder of not letting her guard down for even a second out here, as difficult as that could be at times.
What she needed now was an outlet for her frustration, somebody to vent all of her anger toward even though she tried to avoid fighting that way as much as possible. It didn't really matter here or anymore, and she didn't want any of the clockworks to feel as if she couldn't be trusted with her own safety. As nice as it was to know they would step in to help her, she could also handle herself...and since evidently she hadn't proven that enough already, she would do so now.
Her eyes settled on a target not long after searching, and without a word or sound she took off for him, giving punishing the poor fool her all; putting a great deal of her strength into swiping his sword out of his hand, before she bashed into him with her shield, then struck him with the halberd, then repeated the process several times over until he had fallen to the ground in agony, torn apart by her larger weapon's blows. But she still had negative energy to expend, that refused to be let go any other way than through violence. Oh well, it wasn't like formalities and honor needed to be extended here, after all...
She found her next victim not long after, playing much the same game with them, intending on doing this to as many pirates as she could before she was either forced into adopting a new tactic, or their side had finally won and she ran out of enemies to tear down.
Hannah Durante- Clockwork
- Posts : 191
Join date : 2014-02-08 -
Re: World-Marleybone
by Ulysses Septimus Wed May 14, 2014 10:34 pm
((LOL yes, it is just too fun XD especially since I can't seem to shut up haha.. I AM SURE I WILL HAVE NO REGRETS, DARN SURE OF THAT... And I don't see why you should edit it, it looks perfectly good to me XD if you need me do so, feel free to tell me on Skype!))
----
The Armada marksman nodded, then turned to join his fellow musketeers in sniping off the pirates. He could see that the pirates have been dwindled down to 50 or so in number, now if only they could force the rest into surrendering. "Marksmen, be ready."He commanded, spotting another gang of pirates marching their way, "at my command...Fire!" In the formation often used by the Marleybonean redcoats (the first row on one knee, the second row standing), the Armada musketeers fired again in perfect unison, unleashing what one could have said is a rain of fire...
Ulysses' red eyes narrowed dangerously when he spotted a pair of burly buccaneers lumbering toward him, both dressed in the garbs of Brute Assassins and brandishing that one weapon which Septimus remembered so well. The Falix, thus they must be the personal apprentices of Atticus Mercilus, since he had not seen any other one of his enemies use this weapon before, or they are his personal bodyguards. Either way, they are dangerous, enough for even Ulysses himself immediately shift into a defensive stance, his rapier poised to deflect anything that could come his way.
The two Brutes charged at him, swinging the Falix in a fashion that reminded Ulysses much of his nemesis...As well as making him realize that he had not seen that snake anywhere on the battlefield during this entire battle, dropping his heart from his chest right into his stomach: it could only mean one thing, that the viper is planning something, someway to bite him back even harder in the heel. Ulysses could feel a growl pushing at his throat at that very thought, but he pushed that, along with a sense of worry, into the back of his head as he focused on fighting the two Brutes-
Sidestepping one of their strikes, the Admiral drove his rapier into the side of the one on his right, shoving the weapon in so deep until it was buried up to its hilt, the blade for sure now having skewered at least a few vital organs on the way. He heard a gasp from the Brute he had struck, the Falix falling from his hands with a clang as he tried to jerk the blade out of his side. Septimus knew he had very little time then: unsheathing his Hidden Blade again, he sprung up his side and shoved the weapon up the burly man's neck, at the spot underneath his ear. hearing a rather delightful crack as the bone fractured under the force of the Hidden Blade.
Ulysses jumped off the brutish man, jerked out his sword with a suppressed grunt and spun to face the second one. He grinned devilishly when he saw him shrink back slightly, both frightened slightly and surprised at just how fast Ulysses had dispatched his comrade. The admiral advanced on him, weapon poised in readiness to kill, and he was thankful to have done so, as the next moment, the Brute charged, swinging his Falix in a upward slash that nearly got Ulysses, nearly. This prompted a powerful signal firing off in Septimus' head, the very same thing that exploded in his mind when Atticus Mercilus nearly got him in the Grand Master's Tournament.
The signal was enough for Septimus to jump behind the burly man with one graceful leap. He spent no time hesitating, instead, he plunged the blade into the back of the Brute's neck, relishing the sound of pain the Assassin traitor made, the pathetic flailing before he finally collapsed. Ulysses drew his sword back, flicking off the blood, while his eyes surveyed the battlefield, grinning darkly as he realized that his side was winning with nearly no effort, or as far as he could see... Er, well, more like they already won, the ones he had just sent to the Underworld being the last few hostile presences here in the fortress. Excellent, just excellent!
He sheathed his sword with a flourish, sauntering over to where his Dragoons and Marines stood, guarding the prisoners with their weapons poised, ready to plunge them into the next back of the person who dares to act suspiciously. "What are the casualties, Captain Optimus?"He demanded in the very same tone Kane used when he surveyed his own troops after a battle, trying his best to push the fear inside his heart to the back as the Marine lieutenant stepped toward him.
The Marine spoke with a respectful, but fearful too, voice, "Lord Ulysses, we've lost three Assassins as well as two Marines...There is also one whose whereabouts are unknown..."
Ulysses felt his heart race with panic, "Who is the one?" He forced his voice to stay even, keeping up his facade of being the Supreme Commander himself. He didn't want to know the answer, yet at the same time he wanted to know just what is happening too. The Armada admiral could almost feel his own heart stop when his lieutenant speak the very name he was fearing to hear.
"Captain Servus Decimus, Lord Ulysses,"Optimus fidgeted uncomfortably under the black, blank gaze of the Admiral's battle mask, "we cannot find him anywhere, sir, it looked as though he had just vanished into thin air." The captain's tone near the end of his sentence made it clear that even he believed it to be pure lies. Steeling his nerves, Optimus continued, careful to choose his words, as he was not going to let one of Ulysses' infamous fits of rage to be unleashed, "Shall we commence a search, sir?"
"No,"Ulysses' felt a wave of anger strike his mind when it saw fit to bring up a possibility that he could not believe he had not thought of, "I think he's been taken... Bring forth one of the prisoners!" He would wring the information from those pirates and traitors if he had too, because clockwork or not, Servus Decimus Optimus was still one of his creations, his family like Cahin and Cristobal... And he is not about to let someone endanger his family, even if it meant killing everyone in his way.....
----
The Armada marksman nodded, then turned to join his fellow musketeers in sniping off the pirates. He could see that the pirates have been dwindled down to 50 or so in number, now if only they could force the rest into surrendering. "Marksmen, be ready."He commanded, spotting another gang of pirates marching their way, "at my command...Fire!" In the formation often used by the Marleybonean redcoats (the first row on one knee, the second row standing), the Armada musketeers fired again in perfect unison, unleashing what one could have said is a rain of fire...
Ulysses' red eyes narrowed dangerously when he spotted a pair of burly buccaneers lumbering toward him, both dressed in the garbs of Brute Assassins and brandishing that one weapon which Septimus remembered so well. The Falix, thus they must be the personal apprentices of Atticus Mercilus, since he had not seen any other one of his enemies use this weapon before, or they are his personal bodyguards. Either way, they are dangerous, enough for even Ulysses himself immediately shift into a defensive stance, his rapier poised to deflect anything that could come his way.
The two Brutes charged at him, swinging the Falix in a fashion that reminded Ulysses much of his nemesis...As well as making him realize that he had not seen that snake anywhere on the battlefield during this entire battle, dropping his heart from his chest right into his stomach: it could only mean one thing, that the viper is planning something, someway to bite him back even harder in the heel. Ulysses could feel a growl pushing at his throat at that very thought, but he pushed that, along with a sense of worry, into the back of his head as he focused on fighting the two Brutes-
Sidestepping one of their strikes, the Admiral drove his rapier into the side of the one on his right, shoving the weapon in so deep until it was buried up to its hilt, the blade for sure now having skewered at least a few vital organs on the way. He heard a gasp from the Brute he had struck, the Falix falling from his hands with a clang as he tried to jerk the blade out of his side. Septimus knew he had very little time then: unsheathing his Hidden Blade again, he sprung up his side and shoved the weapon up the burly man's neck, at the spot underneath his ear. hearing a rather delightful crack as the bone fractured under the force of the Hidden Blade.
Ulysses jumped off the brutish man, jerked out his sword with a suppressed grunt and spun to face the second one. He grinned devilishly when he saw him shrink back slightly, both frightened slightly and surprised at just how fast Ulysses had dispatched his comrade. The admiral advanced on him, weapon poised in readiness to kill, and he was thankful to have done so, as the next moment, the Brute charged, swinging his Falix in a upward slash that nearly got Ulysses, nearly. This prompted a powerful signal firing off in Septimus' head, the very same thing that exploded in his mind when Atticus Mercilus nearly got him in the Grand Master's Tournament.
The signal was enough for Septimus to jump behind the burly man with one graceful leap. He spent no time hesitating, instead, he plunged the blade into the back of the Brute's neck, relishing the sound of pain the Assassin traitor made, the pathetic flailing before he finally collapsed. Ulysses drew his sword back, flicking off the blood, while his eyes surveyed the battlefield, grinning darkly as he realized that his side was winning with nearly no effort, or as far as he could see... Er, well, more like they already won, the ones he had just sent to the Underworld being the last few hostile presences here in the fortress. Excellent, just excellent!
He sheathed his sword with a flourish, sauntering over to where his Dragoons and Marines stood, guarding the prisoners with their weapons poised, ready to plunge them into the next back of the person who dares to act suspiciously. "What are the casualties, Captain Optimus?"He demanded in the very same tone Kane used when he surveyed his own troops after a battle, trying his best to push the fear inside his heart to the back as the Marine lieutenant stepped toward him.
The Marine spoke with a respectful, but fearful too, voice, "Lord Ulysses, we've lost three Assassins as well as two Marines...There is also one whose whereabouts are unknown..."
Ulysses felt his heart race with panic, "Who is the one?" He forced his voice to stay even, keeping up his facade of being the Supreme Commander himself. He didn't want to know the answer, yet at the same time he wanted to know just what is happening too. The Armada admiral could almost feel his own heart stop when his lieutenant speak the very name he was fearing to hear.
"Captain Servus Decimus, Lord Ulysses,"Optimus fidgeted uncomfortably under the black, blank gaze of the Admiral's battle mask, "we cannot find him anywhere, sir, it looked as though he had just vanished into thin air." The captain's tone near the end of his sentence made it clear that even he believed it to be pure lies. Steeling his nerves, Optimus continued, careful to choose his words, as he was not going to let one of Ulysses' infamous fits of rage to be unleashed, "Shall we commence a search, sir?"
"No,"Ulysses' felt a wave of anger strike his mind when it saw fit to bring up a possibility that he could not believe he had not thought of, "I think he's been taken... Bring forth one of the prisoners!" He would wring the information from those pirates and traitors if he had too, because clockwork or not, Servus Decimus Optimus was still one of his creations, his family like Cahin and Cristobal... And he is not about to let someone endanger his family, even if it meant killing everyone in his way.....
Ulysses Septimus- Clockwork
- Posts : 715
Join date : 2014-02-08
Age : 29
Location : Valencia, Spiral -
Page 8 of 10 • 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Page 8 of 10
Permissions in this forum:
You cannot reply to topics in this forum
» Valdus Devereaux
» Gilvorth Zuritel Xavil (Dark Jonathan)
» World-Valencia
» We are Going to Revive this Place
» Character factoids, quirks, etc
» Horrible stuff
» World-Marleybone
» Character karaoke