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TwilightMoonDragon, August 22, 2012 in Other Role Plays
Posted December 11, 2013
[Duss is broken. Wanna skip to their camp?]
((A little bit.
Cullen was bound by the wrists and forced to walk with Garrett to the camp. "Oh Lord. Who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thine will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Bless this day and all who inhabit it. Bless these men so that they might know your Holy Spirit. Bless Garrett Hemsworth and allow him to share in eternal bliss. Amen." He spoke in Italian again, not wishing to raise questions among the natives. He did, however, speak the bit about Garrett in German. He didn't know what Garrett knew of German, but it was Cullen's third and significantly less fluent language. And the only one he'd never heard Garrett use. They were brought upon an encampment and he was forced onto his knees. He questioned for a moment whether or not the last thing he's see was a dirty man in rags. When the chief was, he didn't know, but he hoped he arrived soon.
When they were in camp, a slightly older man came out to greet them. He was slightly less brown than the others but looked twice as strong. "Why have two white men come to my land?" The chief said.
Cullen watched as a man arrived. He seemed to be the chief abs when he spoke Cullen was sure of it. "You'll have to forgive us." He said. "We're sailors. That man there is Garrett Hemsworth and I'm Cullen Reid. We've come to this island in search of a treasure. One that only few people in the world care about. To be honest, really, it might as well be a trinket. In fact I think you'd get more for my weapons in a market. However, our employer, a collector, has a an eye for it and objects like it and deeply desires them. We don't know quite what it is but we can tell when we see it by markings on it. We apologize deeply if we intrude. We were not informed that anyone lived here." At no point did Cullen lie to the man. What he did do, however, was remove details from the truth. That made it all the easier to say. "If you wish us to leave I believe our ship should still be around your island. Just a hop, skip and a jump and we'll be right out of your business." Really, at that point, he was more worried about his health than some piece of Eden.
The chief frowned down at Cullen with curiousity in his gaze. He grunted and shifted his feet. "You say you come seeking treasure, but how do we know you are telling the truth?" he said, crossing his arms as he glowered down at them. "How do we know that you do not want to murder all of us in our sleep?"
"I wouldn't dream of that." Garrett said.
[sorry for so short. I think my dog is in labor.]
Posted December 11, 2013
Cullen frowned at the chief. "Our God banishes men to a fiery torture for murder, forever. If that isn't reason enough to stay my blades, I don't know what is." Cullen had underestimated the chief and the natives as a whole, but the chief was not a stupid man. Suddenly he didn't feel as if he needed to sway simple men with fancy language, rather he felt like he was speaking to an equal. To these men, they'd just broken into their home without invitation. "I hope that we can have a gentlemen's agreement. In return for setting us free and allowing us to search for the treasure on your island, Garrett and I will do anything you desire." He was hoping that they'd just want gunpowder or something easy that he could go get and be done with.
The chief narrowed his eyes down at Cullen. No scowl traced his features nor an angry expression. Yet, curiousity was still on his face. A dark eyebrow arched, and the corner of his lips twisted up in a small smirk. "Very well. We actually know the location of the said treasure that you are searching for. Yet, we won't tell you unless you do us one deed." He leaned on his spear, which was adorned with many ornaments. "As you see, the tribe of the Dayak people has dwindled down to a mere number. We need more men. This is why you are still alive. We would have loved to have your heads. Such unique colors of hair. So, if you serve us for as long as we need you, we will give you freedom and lead you to the treasure."
Garrett stared at Cullen. "Well, you have a big mouth. Now we have to stay here for as long as they need us. Isn't that just spiffy?" he sneered, heaving a sigh and glancing back at the chief.
((Yup. Chief just knows what they're looking for. Legit.))
Cullen smiled at the chief and said, "Thank you." He turned to Garrett and barked, "Would you rather die?! He just said the only reason we're alive is because their population is dropping! We can play their games and get the treasure, but once we do we need to get back." He spoke in Italian and turned back to the chief, whom he addressed in English. "Forgive my friend. He's not the most polite. Now, about these bindings?" He raised his hands and presented the ropes tying his hands together. His feet were bound too but he could get those by himself. Only the. Did he realize the implications of what the chief had said. They... They needed more men. How was he going to explain this to Abigail?
Posted December 12, 2013
It was a tough night. Sleeping with these people was terrifying. Garrett did not know them and he was afraid that he would find one chewing on his leg. But as light touched the land, he was woken up by a tribe mate. Yawning, he staggered to his feet and looked at the native. He was around his age but younger, with a friendlier face than others. He was given a spear and the native smiled. "Hunt."
"Hunt for what?" Garrett yawned, blinking as the native chuckled.
"Fish. Fish is good for you." the man said. "Women gather fruit. Men hunt for meat."
Garrett blinked and looked at the spear. It was heavy but balanced, adorned with knick knacks. "I don't know how to use a spear. I know how to use a sword."
"Spear easy, just throw." the man chuckled again. "We wait for you on edge of forest. You go and wake up friend. "
Garrett watched as the man left, and he turned to Cullen and smacked him on the face. Hard. That was payback.
Cullen jerked awake and saw that it was Garrett. He figured as much. Rubbing his face he sat up and flicked the man's nose. "Morning." He stood up before he could retaliate and said, "What's with the spear?" He knew the tribe had them but why did Garrett? He had a sword. He probably had a pistol, too. The Irishman momentarily wondered if he'd be getting his weapons back. He hoped so. His bow was valuable and meaningful. His mentor had helped him carve it from a log. It was a recurve and snapped an arrow across a field like a startled horse. It was perfectly balanced and sized. "Do you plan to try and hit something with it?"
Posted December 13, 2013
The flick on his nose stung quite the bit. He snorted and rubbed it, a frown on his face. The Englishman looked at his staff and grinned. "You stab with a spear, I guess. You don't hit things with it." he said, leaning on it. It was surprisingly steady. Even though he was not used to the weapon, he couldn't help but admire it. Then, he glanced at Cullen. Maybe he wasn't a bad guy after all? He was burning with jealousy but it didn't mean that he had to take out his anger on Cullen. "I need to talk to you." he murmured, crossing his arms. He should tell him now. Then he could take his anger out on the fish. "I... fought you those times because... I want to have Abe."
Posted December 13, 2013
Cullen was in his head about his bow, ignoring Garrett for the most part. He did, however, listen when he said they needed to speak. His eyes became wide and his face was a little surprised. He mulled the sentence over and crossed his arms, seemingly staring into Garrett. He wasn't sure just what to say besides, "I'm sorry." He needed to specify. "I'm sorry for breaking your ribs, and giving you that gash. I never wanted to. You forced me into a corner and I struck out." His stance became relaxed. He didn't know where else to go but he found words after another minute, and his tone was soft. "And I'm sorry you feel that way. But Abigail and I... We love each other. I couldn't live if something happened to her. I still get butterflies every now and again, even though we're professional killers. I hope you can respect that." He spoke curtly but there was compassion in his voice. Even though he had no intention of breaking things off with Abby, he felt terrible that his love was hurting someone. "Garrett, you are a good man. I hope that you find a woman deserving of you."
Now, Garrett was a very sensitive man. He was very sympathetic and felt other people's pain. He was the one who tossed the most coins and bread to beggars, which led people to make fun of him. Garrett bit the inside of his cheek, and forced himself to meet Cullen's gaze. He wanted to cry. He was always a cry baby. Always so stupid, always so slow! When Cullen finished off by saying that he was a good man, he already felt the tears filling his eyes. He hoped to God that Cullen wouldn't see. But, as a respectful lower ranked assassin, he bowed stiffly toward the man that had taken his life away. With that, he ducked out the tent [or where ever the Dayak people lived] and out into the open. There waited the hunting party, chatting idly in their own language. Garrett had just realized how hard he was gripping the spear when the natives tipped their head at them. "Well, come on then." he muttered, his chest aching wildly and a lump in his throat. "The fish won't catch themselves, now are they?"
Cullen felt horrid. He could see it in Garrett's face. He could see it in his return to rank as he bowed. He could see his hurt. But he could do nothing for it. Abigail was non-negotiable. He'd take a blow for her any day of the week and twice on Sundays. He wanted to see her happy. Garrett on the other hand, he wasn't as important. He couldn't think of a single route that might make them both happy if he stayed his course. He intended to stay his course. He did, however, follow. "Right." He said, hollowly. This pain would pass. All pain passed. He was given a spear and eyed the thing. It felt right in his hand but he felt like he needed to throw it, not stab with it. That was a javelin though. "Well then, boys. Let's go catch us some supper." He said as he grinned. He didn't know where these people hinted so he waited to be directed. "I love a good salmon."
Garrett did not make eye contact with Cullen. He just stared at the natives and thought about what they would catch. Salmon sounded nice. He hadn't had that in a while. His stomach would have growled if he wasn't feeling like at the moment. The natives smiled back at Cullen and began to lead the way. The forest was very dense, denser than he remembered. The vines would not ensnare him this time, because the natives avoided the route. They went toward the gray mountains and paused for a moment. "Stream over here." One of them said, the leader of the group. They soon came across a very pretty stream with shadows of fish sweeping in the depths. Garrett watched idly before the natives stepped in up to their ankles. Then they began to throw the spears at the fish. Watching, Garrett frowned. How were they supposed to catch fish like this? They were too fast.
Cullen followed behind, thinking all the while. Should he tell Abby? No. That would be cruel to Garrett. No, he'd keep his mouth shut. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Garrett more. They arrived at a river and he waded in. His boots were water-tight. He'd bought them just before he came to Italy, when he took a pitstop in England. He was surrounded by water everyday, anyways. The watched the natives strike at the fish but he decided to take another approach. He crouched in the water, staying still and waited for a fish to come nearby. He kept his spear just above the water the entire time and struck when the moment was calm. The spear was heavy but he was strong wnoyfh to move it faster than a fish could swim,not at least realized it needed to swim. Fish were stupid creatures anyways. His method yielded a few more but his knees were starting to give out and he decided that standing and idly throwing his soear might be better for his legs as a whole. "How much fish do we need?" He asked no one in particular.
Garrett stared at his reflection when Cullen spoke up. The man was still heartbroken, and he didn't know if he was going to get over it. Over Abe. "We need thirty fish. Enough for today, we have more fish in camp." one of the natives spoke up, holding up his spear with a shimmering fish impaled on it. "We need everyone to help. Him too. Why he no work? Sick?" the native was obviously put a bit off by Garrett's lack of effort.
"No... I was just dizzy for a moment. I'll help, I promise." Garrett murmured, throwing his spear into the water as quick as he could. The fish at the end of the spear let out a small flourish of blood. He lifted it out of the water and gazed at the flipping and dying fish. That was why he didn't like watching crewmembers fish. They died so slowly. Sighing, he placed the fish in the pile they had accumulated and returned to hunting.
She leaned over the railing, smiling as she stared at the piece of land not too far off. She wondered if Cullen and Garrett had killed each other yet, because the way they had been going at it, one of them was more than likely dead. Probably at the other's hands. She sighed, maybe she should say something to someone. Maybe Roberts, yell at him for call Robb her 'boy toy'. It was one time!
[Gotta go pick up my mom.]
Posted December 14, 2013
Robert "Robb" DuBois
Well, it was a slow day. That was why Robb woke up late. He yawned, shirtless, as he pulled off the covers from himself and pulled on his pants. Around here it was very humid, so he preferred to sleep naked. As soon as he yanked on his boots and buttoned up his shirt, a man came up to him and complained of a belly ache. Robb prescribed him some herbs and denied him any citrus; he had discovered that one's stomachache grew more intense when they ate oranges. Across from him slept Ambra, her sides rising and falling as she slept. While she might have been an able seawoman, she acted much more like a surgeon. Stretching, he walked above deck and felt the tropical sea breeze blow through his hair. Ah, if only he could stay on that island. Every instance that he was on this God forsaken boat he wanted to feel the embrace of land and civilization more and more. Castiel paced to and fro the deck, captain was at the helm... and there was Mary. She was looking out at the island. Walking up beside her, he leant on the railing and smiled at her. It was a rare smile that he gave only to her, not even to his father that had given him life. "Like that island? It's very warm. Imagine all of the fruits there are. And all of the food!" Garrett and Cullen were going to be alright. Both of them were too smart to let the other die.
Cullen carried a net full of fish over his back as they trudged back to the village. He'd offered, actually. He wasn't being stuck with it. Fishing had been liked meditation. It was calming, mind clearing. He should take it up when he was off duty. It was simple and he didn't have to think. Nothing like combat or navigating where he always had to be alert. Where his decisions had to be right. When he had to be not only at his best but the best. His training had drilled that into him, unfortunately for him. But as he walked back into the village several women greeted him with smiles and tender looks. He returned their smiles but nothing else. Apparently, his flaming head had been the topic of discussion between women since that morning. Regardless, he set down the net by a hut he was directed to and turned when one man tapped him on the shoulder. Oh? The chief requested him and probably Garrett, too. "You called?" He asked as he approached the large man.
The fishing had been very stressful. Garrett focused on nothing but the conversation that they had before and he felt more and more like . But all he could think about was Abe. Her sweet, tender face and her smile that brightened up his world. Her voice, and her soft touch that she had given him when they still spoke. He felt like he was getting pale, and so he kept his eyes on the floor as he followed Cullen. He did, however, catch the swooning gazes of the women in the tribe. He instantly thought it was his hair. It was so strange to them that they probably wanted their children to have it or whatever. Garrett was suddenly escorted to the chief's hut and there stood Cullen, asking what he wanted.
"A large black jaguar has been terrorizing our tribe for many years." The chief said, exaggerating a bit. "We have sent many men to slay it, but none came back. In order for you two to prove your loyalty to our agreement, I ask you to slay the jaguar." he paused, wanting to let the words sink in. They could die, and they probably knew that. "The beast only comes out at night. We want to bring it to an end before it could harm any others."
Garrett glanced at Cullen.
Cullen thought it over a moment as he stroked his chin. "We can do this for you." He said, "But we'll need all weapons you confiscated from us. Your spears are wonderful but I'm not adept at combat with them." He wanted his hidden and hook blade back. What these natives didn't know was that Cullen and Garrett were assassins. This jaguar might be fierce to untrained natives, but they'd spent their lives fighting. "Once that happens, it would be my honor to help your tribe." He wasn't a fool. Fishing and helping the tribe in little ways wouldn't save anything. It wouldn't get them to the treasure. It would get them nothing. They had to show their dedication and good will. This was perfect.
Great. First they were to return the favor to the tribe. And now they were supposed to hunt a savage beast?
"Fine. You will have your weapons returned, only for the duration of the hunt. Good luck."
"Yeah, but I think that I'd rather not join Garrett and Cullen on land. They're probably out for blood." she smiled, a gentle one that mimicked Robb's. "Besides, while it's land, it's still surrounded by water. Plus, there's no civilization there. It'd be lonely." she explained to him, thinking about if it would be just them. No, she'd be better off if something happened. Would she really though? She screamed and no one came.
She'd set up in the mess hall, sipping at her tea. It wasn't exciting or anything, but she liked the taste. Maybe she could use an actual teapot sometime, instead of the dented one she bought years ago. Maybe.
[Can't focus. Dragon slaying going on behind me.
Also very tired for some reason.]
Robb smiled at the ocean. "I wouldn't be lonely. I would actually like it." he said.
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