The Ambitious Hunt

[Alzella]

Levi huffed, scratching his hair in annoyance. “Aye~ how about something whilst she sleeps?”

Celosia barely noticed when Blake entered the kitchen, too preoccupied with following the sneaky shadow.

On Deck~

“MUMMY!”
THUMP
Ever so slowly, Leif turned his autumn brown orbs to catch Caleb’s own inquisitive purple ones.
“There is a ‘mummy’ aboard my ship?” Leif spoke slowly.
“… Perhaps?” Caleb answered. He wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to find out what the noise had been, as it sounded high pitched like a rat. But a mummy aboard a pirate ship; well, that’s never a good thing.
“Vyrick—,” Caleb started, unsheathing his own sword. Vyrick was already three steps ahead, his sword drawn and a wry look in his gaze.
Syri appeared undisturbed but a very faint tension had entered her muscles. She stayed close to Sedna.
“If the first mate does not return in five minutes,” Leif intoned calmly, his hands steady on the helm, “I declare Lady Nightmare under siege.”

In The Kitchen

Mogen stopped his whistling, glancing over at the new pirate – Blake, was it? – curiously while still twirling the dough.
“Jack?” He repeated and glanced over his shoulder, just to be sure. “Ah! Jack!” His tone brightened considerably at the sight of the ship’s dog. (OOC: I just decided to name the dog Jack. x) And yes, I’m think of PotC whilst I type this.)
Turning back to Blake, Mogen smiled cheerily. “I didn’t know you knew Jack! Or do you just like dogs and someone told you about Jack?”
All the while, Mogen made what appeared to be pizza.

[Rogue of Night]

ooc;; xD That made me laugh lol!

bic;; Ivel shrugged. "Alright, that might be suitable. We should stalk her for awhile, figure out what she doesn't like, or even what she fears, and work with that. What say you?"

Kitchen~

Blake sighed sadly, running her fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry, it was just a misunderstanding. I was not addressing the dog, rather, I was speaking to you, but you clearly aren't him."

[Alzella]

“I say: agreed,” Levi consented, “If we’re lucky, we’ll discover she has a phobia, preferably of rats. Until then, I’m itching for a fight.” Still seated, Levi produced five throwing knives. Origin: unknown. “What if a bird hit Kyle?” He asked, hypothetically. “Think he would fight us then?”

“I am not a dog!” Mogen seemed taken aback by the insinuation. Jack whined disagreeingly. “No offense to my lovable companion, of course – unless.” Mogen paused. He set the dough down, finally done spinning it, and began pilling toppings on it. “There is another Jack, a human, who is my long lost identical and utterly unrelated twin? Is that whom you addressed?” A concentrated look overtook his features. “That’s a bit… outlandish, though.” Heavily considering the pizza, Mogen moved toppings slightly to the left, then slightly to the right, and then ate half of them. A quarter of what he ate was tossed to Jack. The dog happily ate the pieces. When the rain of food ended, Jack went over to sniff Blake curiously.

[Rogue of Night]

Ivel glanced up at the mast, squinting as he played the scenario out in his head. He smirked. "Perhaps, though I think we should find someone else; someone more easily angered. What about..." he surveyed the deck, his gaze landing on Charlie. "Him?"

"The latter is correct, I'm afraid. It was a long time ago, at least by a year, but there was a captain of a ship, The Pride, and his name was Jack. He looked identical to you. He was my lover, until he vanished. That is when my brother and I split ways without any notion of what had happened to either. Charlie, in case you were wondering, is my blood-relation." Blake eyed Jack warily, not being much of a fan of dogs, especially after a dog three ships ago managed to eat her clothing, making her run around the deck, an arm wrapped around her chest to prevent prying eyes. That was not a pleasant situation in the least.

[Alzella]

Celosia tugged her stowaway of a sister down the hall and into the crew’s quarters. A nice little white cloth separated various hammocks and beds, to provide a semblance of privacy for each pirate. But Celosia wasn’t here to admire the crew’s bedroom.
Having yet to release Stella’s arm, Celosia rounded on her sister, a wave of treacherous calm.
“What are you doing aboard the ship?” She forced her tone to remain calm. Stella clamped up anyway.
“Follow my Mummy/Big Sissy. What else am I supposed to do?”
Chloe lurked in the shadows nearby, remaining out of sight upon Stella’s request. But Celosia knew she was there.
“And you,” She frowned disapprovingly at the other child, “Are you encouraging my little sister to get herself killed?”
Chloe murmured something in Latin and returned Celosia’s disapprovingly look with an equally disapproving one.

[Alzella]

OOC: I think Emzy needs more pirates. XP

Levi grinned wickedly. “Yes, him. He resembles Blake.” He realized briefly. A sudden idea hit him. “Wait,” he held up his knife, a wickedly devious gleam in his eyes, “Instead of angering him to fight us, what if we anger him to fight…” Levi waved the knife across the deck, eventually pointing at Zekiel. Currently, Zekiel was busy show Leroy various card tricks. Abruptly, Levi twitched his wrist and pointed at Skye, currently dressed as a female. “It.” His grin grew to scheming proportions.

[Alzella]

“Oh, that’s a shame!” Mogen pouted – no, he did not frown: he pouted. “Aren’t love stories supposed to have happy endings?”
Jack barked.
“You’re right Jack, there’s still time for a happy ending.” Mogen nodded severely. Sticking the pizza in the oven, he waltzed over to the fridge and withdrew a pie. Promptly cutting three slices, he gave one to Blake, one to Jack, and kept one for himself. “To the inevitable happy ending.” Mogen toasted.

[Rogue of Night]

ooc;; Indeed, I do. I have not a spare moment currently, however, but when the roleplaying dies down at the guild, I will be sure to commence creation ^^
How many shall I create? 14? 7? 29? Another number? xD

bic;; Ilev grinned as well. "Sounds like a very good plan indeed, brother." They may have not been related in any possible way, but Ilev thought the name was a good title for his partner.

Blake smiled a little. "Not every love story has a happy ending, and although I know you mean well, I'm very certain this one shan't end pleasantly. I've been doomed since I left, but I would never dream of returning, certainly not with Captain Blade at the helm now."

[Alzella]

OOC: 7! I like the number 7 ^-^ or 13, I like that number too. =3
Guild? SD was created so we wouldn’t have to worry about splitting ourselves across guilds. Amongst other things.

“A plan it is; but what will make Charlie ticked~?” Levi hummed, his eyes narrowing. He accepted the ‘brother’ title without so much of a twitch, considering Ivel his partner in crime and likeminded non-twin. Levi’s eyes flickered over to Skye.
He entertained the idea of freaking Charlie out with the idea that female Skye fancied him, speaking with implications that Skye was female – only to later reveal him as truly male and a masochist to boot (which Skye most certainly was not). Then to Skye, Ivel could convince him that Charlie was stalking him and intended to throw him overboard – or something of the sort – and effectively freak Skye out. The result, Levi hoped, would involve Charlie punching Skye and doe-eyed Skye triggering Zekiel’s overprotective brother instincts.
In a lowered voice, Levi voiced this train of thought to his counterpart.

[Alzella]

“You never know what fate may have in store,” Mogen supplied, ever the optimist. “Captain Blade?” He crinkled his noise, “Odd name. Captain Leif sounds much better.” Jack barked agreement. “What ship did you say this occurred on?”

[Rogue of Night]

ooc;; Alright, 7 or 13 it is!

bic;; Ivel blinked, tilting his head to once more play such a scenario through his head. "Well, if you really believe it would work ... we could always include his sister in there somewhere too ... considering brother's are always overprotective of their female kin ...."

"The Pride," replied Blake. "Blade took over after Jack's disappearance, and so started the string of crews which concluded that I, was indefinitely, a whore." She scowled at this, pushing her hair over her shoulder before indulging in the pie.

[Alzella]

“The Pride,” Mogen memorized. “Wait, a wh—?” Before he could say more, Caleb popped in with sword in hand.
“Have either of you seen a mummy aboard?”
“Clear in the washing room!” Vyrick’s voice floated from down the hall.
Jack whined, his eyebrows seeming to frown in confusion, before deciding to shove his full face into the pie. He ate less than he got on his face.
Mogen checked the oven. Still only a pizza: no mummy in there.

“It’s less about belief and more about timing,” Levi answered. “But we agreed to start Blake on a light prank. This is more of a… medium-severe prank, as it will result in the potential and hopeful bodily harm of others.” He lightly tossed his throwing knife in the air, catching it easily without cutting himself. “Or would you rate this otherwise?”

[Rogue of Night]

Blake sighed as she watched Mogen's antics. He definitely was not Jack; Jack was never insane enough to check in an oven for a person. She then shifted her gaze to Caleb, a wearing expression clearly written on her face. "I do believe Celosia went off down the hall looking for something, so perhaps if you find her, you'll find this so called 'mummy'."

Ivel grinned devilishly. "Well, perhaps we should shift her standards, aye? Medium to severe would be a good way to acquaint ourselves with the new crew member."

[Alzella]

“There is no mummy.” Celosia’s voice floated down the hall. Vyrick opened his mouth to ask something, but upon seeing the near seething expression on the normally calm woman’s face, promptly clamped it shut.
“But ya’r mah mummy!” Stella chimed. Chloe trailing behind her, her lips pursed cutely and her hands fiercely tugging her witch hat down over her head.
“What’s this?” Caleb pointed at Stella with his sword, “No children aboard,” He recited the rule as his eyes flicked over to Chloe briefly. “The witch not included.”
“I’m na’ght a child.” Stella frowned. Celosia’s teeth gritted together briefly. Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply before speaking.
“This is my little sister, Stella Zonisti.” Celosia introduced calmly. Vyrick murmured a faint ‘greetings’ while Mogen grinned widely, spread his arms, and practically shouted ‘welcome aboard matey!’ Spherical dough fell from nowhere to cover his head.
“So that’s where my first pizza went!” Mogen slowly peeled away the pizza so his eyes could be seen. Stella and Chloe gawked at him blankly. Slowly, he raised his arms, making fake claws with his hands, and opened his mouth to emit odd rawring noises. The effective was immediate: both children laughed. “Ah~ the sound of laughter fills my heart with joy.” Mogen hummed. The oven beeped. “Anyone want pizza?”
Two childishly small hands shot straight up.
“No thank you,” Celosia answered calmly, lowering both of their hands. “We’re off to see Captain Leif about a stowaway and its handler.”
“I’m not an animal.” Stella snorted. Celosia opened her mouth to retort, but Caleb spoke before her.
“Animals are allowed aboard.” He finally sheathed his sword. Chloe giggled, clapped, and nodded her head in agreement. Stella considered this for a moment.
“Than I’m an animal!” She announced.
Vyrick remained perpetually calm.
“I’ll inform the Cap’ain there’s no mummy aboard.” Under his breathe he added, “Before he declares the ship under siege.”
“Momo, Blake,” Caleb nodded to the two, “Jack,” he petted the dog, “Thank you for your help in locating the ‘mummy.’”
“Do I look like a ‘mummy’ to you?” Celosia asked, forcefully leading Stella and Chloe away.
“With a little bit of toilet paper, some makeup, and perhaps no sleep for the rest of the month,” Caleb teased, “Why yes, you could.”
His teasing appeared to help cheer Celosia up. Mogen waved the lot off.
“I have pizza in case anyone is hungry!” Only once they were gone did he turn to Blake and resume where their conversation had been interrupted. “Leif doesn’t allow whores aboard while we travel. Considers it ‘bad etiquette’ as it unnecessarily endangers civilian lives. Since you’re aboard Lady Nightmare while she travels, you are no whore.” He pulled the rest of the dough off of his head and out of his hair. “As for the other pirate ships: amateurs,” he said the word with a faint French accent, “The lot of them!”

[Alzella]

Levi grinned in agreement. Catching the knife by the blade, he waved it at Skye.
“Then we’re in agreement. How to incorporate Blake?” As he asked the question, he aimed his knife. With a brief flick of his wrist, it went sailing, landing in the railing right behind Skye.
Skye froze for a moment. Ever so slowly, he turned to inspect the knife. His face paled considerable. When he turned to find the culprit, Levi grinned innocuously and waved briefly. Skye grinned meekly in return, waved, and promptly slide off to hide behind Zekiel.