forum "Bloodstained Gold" (Pirate Group RP) {Closed}

Started August 25, 2022 by @ScotchTapeWorm group

tune

(no, it makes sense to me! im glad that came across; and i love how orion still is thinking about liyas, even with his life on the line- it makes it all seem a lot more personal)

(lol im glad you took notice to that!)

Captain Silver-Tongue smiled slowly, his head tipping to one side. He couldn't help but compare their catch to fish in his mind, being caught by a net and all. Having watched the tangled group of Sirens, he'd finally come to a small decision. Axel was not a kind man, he never gave anyone illusions of this, he quite liked his reputation as it was. One that sparked fear or envy in onlookers, one that made people wary even before they met him. He liked that- No scratch that, he loved the feeling, it made him powerful, gave him control over others he wouldn't normally be afforded. And being feared was half the battle won.

He'd once picked up a short woman who had claimed to be a mind doctor once, she seemed obsessed with pirates. This short little strawberry blonde thing, had practically begged to be let on the ship to 'study' the crew. On a whim, Axel had said yes, it might be amusing to have a brain witch with them for a while and the crew didn't seem to mind at the time. She'd sat the Captain down and asked him all about his childhood, his parents, life growing up, any childhood friends? She'd been convinced all of the Captains greed and anger came from growing up in a relatively poor family and he was compensating for it later in life. That everything he did in the now had reasons and was explained by the past. The Captain had listened patiently, nodding along, and then had her thrown off the side of the ship.
He could still remember the witch's shocked face, begging him not to do it, that she could help him, that he could still be a better man. He remembered looking into her blue eyes and snidely asking what part of his childhood made him do this? She didn't get much of a chance to answer. Truth was, the Captain had a few marbles short of a full collection, it made him dangerous. A wild beast without a leash, he did what he wanted because he wanted to. Why worry about 'morals' or what other people thought, he didn't have to deal with heavy things like emotional baggage or "the law". Axel considered himself a free man, and he enjoyed doing it.

Perhaps that was why he considered what he did to be one of the kindest things he'd done in his less than legal sea-faring career. The group of Sirens were wailing piteously, thrashing and hissing, doing their best to wiggle free even with gravity and barbed nets working against them. Clearly some of the creatures had fight left in them, and Kavo, bless his heart, was backing up his Captain, standing behind him threateningly. It made the Captains smile widen. Shifting Greed to his left hand, the captain slowly unsheathed his saber, glancing at his own reflection on the blade. He used the gun to move some of his hair back into place, the unruly curls again having come undone from their pony tail. They shadowed his face in an appropriately menacing way now, he really was a showman at heart.

Approaching the net, he looked at the fourth Siren, too injured and exhausted to fight or move much, it focused all of its energy on gasping for breaths of precious air, even as its blood soaked the deck. The creature had wide silver eyes, truly beautiful and full of tears. They had hints of grey in them too, reminding the Captain of an approaching storm cloud, or dark mist rolling off the ocean. Crouching down, the ends of his coat soaking in the briny puddle of blood, he smiled at the young looking Siren. He leaned in closer, his smile softening even as the dying Siren looked at him with a mixture of pleading and hatred in its large beautiful eyes. With an agonizingly slow precision, the Captain placed the tip of the sword underneath one of the creatures gills. It was lying on its side, so he had to tilt his head to retain eye contact. The Siren's eyes went even wider, hissing slowly in a pained breath as the sword slowly began to move down, cutting through the soft gills and into the larynx beneath it. Silver-Tongue made a soft comforting noise, the situation was extremely weird and very tense.

Using the last of its strength the monster tried to grab the sword, weakly pushing it back, really only succeeding in cutting the webbing on its delicate hands its claws scrabbling on the bright metal. Unperturbed the monster continued pushing the sword down, watching the Siren give a final gasp of air, before the light left it's storm cloud eyes. An expression of hatred curled on its face until the last moment, still there as its life slipped away. For a heartbeat, silence reigned over the deck, the men intimidated by the intensity of the scene, the only sound left was the pained noises of the three remaining Sirens.

Then the Captain stood up straight, wiping the salty blood off of his blade with a corner of his coat, sheathing the blade once more. His step was still light, he even began humming a little tune, some shanty he couldn't bother to remember the name of. He glanced at the last three surviving Sirens, pursing his lips in thought. All three were visibly angry, two were still trying to escape, maiming themselves further in the process. Then his head turned and violet eyes met bronze eyes..

Silver-Tongue felt a tiny thrill of excitement at the hate present in those eyes, this creature had singled him out, glaring at him as if its gaze alone could make him drop dead on the deck, to atone for its dead friends. It looked like it was trying to threaten him, and it finally clicked as to why Kavo had come to back him up, Axel had just vaguely assume the Karcaon had done it to keep the crew off his back. But no, this thing despite being the one captured, still looked like it was trying to pick a fight. It was intriguing in short. Cute even, if the circumstances weren't so filled with blood and gore.

Clearing his throat, he tried addressing the Sirens, hoping it might get them to stop injuring themselves. Despite killing one of their friends literally moments ago, he didn't currently want these ones dead, they'd sell more alive.

"Ahem. You things speak english?" The Captains voice always had a hiss to it, but this time it sounded like he was trying to hold back a chuckle. The crew continued to watch, some looking confused, others with their eyes widening in understanding. The show was about to begin.

As the sun set behind them, Silver-Tongue couldn't help but feel like the universe was trying to give him the appropriate lighting. After all, didn't all monsters come out after dark? His smirk grew wider, until he could taste blood from his cracked lips.

(…This was not what I meant to write, but we're going with it! Excuse my blatant self-insert in the second paragraph lol, I just know I'd get myself killed by all of my characters in a heartbeat if I ever met them T^T Morally grey? What's that?)

Orion points a sharp glare towards the karcaon as he snaps his disgusting claws as if he hadn't made his point enough by ripping the sirens to bits..
Maybe he's compensating for how deep his heartache ran and how pitiful the sirens lullaby made him feel. How desperate he was for one to slip from deaths peaceful grasp and into his own arms. Was it a lover? A friend? Family? Orion didn't know that much. Though he would sure as hell act like he did.
Just as Orion felt the souls of the other sailors affected by their tune, he feels the karcaons as well. Not able to read his mind, but able to feel what that desire was. Digging and scratching at him only for him to try to shake it away. Only for him to try his best to take his anger out on him. As if it were Orion who made him feel that way.
No they simply revealed their true emotions. Something sirens believe are never to be denied.

Shortly after, his eyes dart back towards the captain. That sinister, yet nastily….joyous smile that is etched onto the tall man's face only grew as time goes on and Orion could smell the blood from the fissured skin on his lips. The smell making him want to throw up.
He wasn't going to die…no. Not here. Not now. Orion refused to give up until he drives his own claws through those violet eyes, through his skull and sink his teeth into the flesh, which he assumed tasted like death and rot just looking at what kind of a "man" he is.
And his anger doesn't recede any more when the snake draws his blade towards one of the other sirens. The weight of the net is the only reason he didn't lunge at him when he pulls his sword out. The sharp scraping sound of the blade drawing along the sheath made his ears ring, the sound not stopping even long after the sound stopped.
His heart speeds up, racing as he torments the siren, Orion's disgust for him growing each second.
The hatred in his eyes soon turn to pure horror and shock as he unwillingly witnesses this unearthly, almost demonic crime. The blade underneath the gills of the siren, their blood oozing through the fleshy slits as they desperately try to do their job and help the siren breathe, though failing as they drown in blood. His vision becomes blurry, he doesn't know whether its from the trauma he's undergoing or the tears. Orion can feel the weight on his heart as if his chest was cut open and the metal barbed net above him was shoved inside only to be pushed back into the sea to sink forever into the lonely chasm of nothingness.
The overwhelming feeling of helplessness surges over him as he tries to lift his tail once again. Normally The sheer size and strength of a his tail was enough to lift the part of the net. But with how injured, exhausted, and beaten Orion was, it was almost too much for him to bare.
The barbs pull at his scales and flesh even as he stands still, the other sirens struggling to get free and pulling the net left and right.
He stays focused on the captain, the nerves under his skin shivers but he doesn't let it show through.
"μακάρι να ζήσετε για πάντα. Μόνο για να χάσεις τα πάντα" Orion speaks lowly. His voice was deep and scratchy and his tone was low as if he were putting some sort of curse on the captain.
Sirens heavily believe in speaking things into existence, as simply their voices led thousands to their deaths. Some would call that superstition, but sirens themselves are believed to be born of superstition and tales of drunk sailors and ones not able to deal with the fact that their crewmate was suicidal and wanted to blame it on made up creatures of the sea.
*"Αν πεθάνεις, θα πεθάνεις από το είδος μου, αν όχι από τα ίδια μου τα χέρια - πίστεψέ με σε αυτό. *"

(Fun fact if you didn't realize already, Orion's character is heavily based off of a thresher shark! From his build and characteristics, to his defense and attack mechanisms!)
Also, you should be able to put Orions words into google translate and it should come out fine haha. But like if it sounds a little funky, dont blame me idk greek)

Inez watched as Captain Silver-Tongue smiled slightly, cruelly. Some of the four of the Sirens squirmed, attempting to shake themselves of the weighted net. Other than one, breathing shakily, holding on. Tired, struggling to breathe. Blood pooled on the wood, and Inez shuffled a little bit, as if trying to move further away, but resisting a full-fledged panic. As the captain kneeled, staring at the otherworldly thing, he seemed less menacing. Maybe he’d spare a life? Doubtful. Maybe he’d at least let it go quickly. It would certainly die either way.
In a more dull turnout, Captain Silver-Tongue drew his sword slowly. Inez crossed her arms over her chest, with a sharp breath through her teeth. Drawing a long, torturous red line across soft flesh like a pen, or an artist to a breathing canvas. Inez’s eyes widened before she couldn’t see the blood any longer, almost closing her eyes. It gave a dissatisfied look, while watching through a slit. He stared at the Siren almost softly. ’He must have done things like this often to be so calm.’ Inez thought, seeing as, in a different situation, the look he let surface would be less malicious. The man seemed to be trying to comfort it. The Siren.
It grabbed the blade lightly, only to cut itself, a final attempt to continue on.

One of them hissed, again. The man cleared his throat, and Inez hoped it would be an order or an excuse to walk away. But it wasn’t, only more of this horrific scene. “You things speak English?” He asked.
’They can sing in English’, She thought, as far as she could tell. She half expected the captain to laugh, but he was holding back. If that was holding back, what was letting go?
Fading in and out, maybe a defense mechanism, Inez couldn’t tell what was happening anymore. Not sure about whatever the Siren was saying, nothing she recognized.
This isn’t what she’d anticipated when first boarding the ship, even while intoxicated. Not at all. The girl didn’t regret being there, but… she thought she’d seen it all. She’d seen people die, starve and kill. She’d seen people hunt, for animals or others, thought there’d be little she couldn’t handle. She was proven wrong, very wrong. Inez took a step away, not wanting to be a part of whatever the hell was happening- incomprehensible to young, clueless eyes. Found herself gripping the edge of the boat to stay, however already about to depart. No, not depart; to flee. She almost forgot to breathe, to see or even think about what was happening right in front of her, right then. Her grip on the edge tightened. “You’re not a coward.” Thoughts weren’t separate from air anymore, so Inez herself didn’t know if it had been her saying or thinking this.
But all there really was to do stay and watch.

(sorry if this is incomprehensible or otherwise hard to understand, i repeat words a lot when im trying to think of something but im kind of tired today)

The siren had clearly gotten the point from Kavo stepping up behind the Captain, and the Karcaon didn't bother to keep looking at the angry shark-man. Kavo watched the whole scene with detached disinterest. He'd been a soldier, a mercenary, and an outlaw for a while now. Abject violence was nothing new to him. Captain Silver-tongue had a flair for the dramatic, and Kavo was not surprised by the cruelty of his actions.
On the flip side, the Captain had put the the badly injured creature out of it's misery, which was a merciful act, even if malevolently executed, and Kavo was ironically more surprised at Silver-tongue showing mercy than anything else.
The Captain asked the remaining Sirens a question, and one of them spouted off an answer in some archaic-sounding language. Kavo was wary of that, despite not know what had been said.
He glanced at the crew around them. Most of them seemed onboard with the Captain's actions, wanting more blood spilled from the creatures who had attacked them. A few seemed detached, as if they sincerely couldn't care less about the situation.

And Inez looked downright sick over the whole thing.

Kavo felt for her, knowing she was new to this, new to the blood and the guts and the often insane levels of vengeance, expressed in cruel words and actions. He also knew he couldn't order her away from the situation, he had no authority to do so, but he tried to catch her eye across the circle. It'll be alright.
He wasn't sure what the Captain had in mind for the Sirens. He was getting the sense the Captain came up with everything as he went, the spark of insanity driving him.
And if that was the case, who knew if Silver-tongue himself knew what he had in mind.

The Captain didn't blink much. He never really felt the need to. Why miss out on precious seconds of the world that you could see, why waste time with trifling things like discomfort when you could see? His eyes held such vibrant intensity to them, giving whoever he was staring at his full attention, letting them see just a window into how he saw the world. So as the Siren finally spoke, the excitement in the Captain's eyes was clear, though as the sound became words, his grin faltered just the tiniest bit. The flash in his eyes was one of.. Disappointment?

Perhaps it was cursing him in its native language, calling him the foulest names it could think of, maybe it was cursing the Captains family tree to wither and die for an eternity, maybe it was just asking him to repeat what he'd said earlier, wouldn't that be amusing? The creatures had sung in english, so a part of him was hoping they could speak it too, rather than just parroting lines of songs. The bronze-eyed monster had a look that almost matched the Captains intensity, staring him down, looking like it wanted nothing more than to rip Silver-Tongue throat out and bathe in his blood. It looked almost like it had understood him Yet.. The fleeting disappointment in the Captains violet eyes was quickly replaced by a new, wicked gleam. He'd clearly just thought of a new game to play and was excited to teach everyone the rules. Part of him almost looked like an excited child, grabbing one of the crew members, a large man with more muscles than brains.

Silver-Tongue leaned in close to the man, hissing a few simple commands in his ear. It really was simple. Grab the third Siren, not the one that had spoke, but a different one. Bind it up and bring it back to him. The man gave Axel a curt nod, lumbering towards the nets, a rope ready in his hands. The Captain had chosen this particular sailor for a reason, he wasn't bright but he was blessedly straightforward. He would never bother with anything complicated, like trying to open the barbed net to free the Sirens, goodness no. That would be too much work, rather like trying to get a camel through the eye of a needle, the massive man simply.. Reached in and started pulling, doing his best to get the Siren through the gaps in the net. The creature howled in pain, the barbs ripping at its flesh with sickening ripping noises. The more it wriggled the more wounds it opened however, making its plight more treacherous. The rest of the crew watched with amusement, a few cheering their mate on, enjoying the show. Silver-Tongue swore he saw a couple making bets on how long it would take. They had wanted blood, and the Captain was giving it to them in spades.

The large pirate handled the Siren much like one would a feral cat, not taking too much notice of its sharp claws as they scratched his forearms, only wincing occasionally and readjusting his grip. The entire process took a few minutes, accompanied with the frenzied cheers of the men, making jabs and jokes at the fishes expense. With a final, massive yank, the Siren finally came free. And it was plain why it'd had so much trouble coming through the gap, overall its body wasn't too harmed, miraculously. The barbs had concentrated on a single spot, curling the creature into the fetal position as its tail was held in place with metal spikes. Still thrashing violently, the pirate had managed to free the monster from its extra appendage, it flopped weakly on the deck, its nerves still fresh and being agitated by the swift removal. Blood poured from the wound, the tail not having come off cleanly, much like tearing paper never gave you even halves.

The Siren in question had stopped screaming, perhaps its body had granted it numbness, or it was in a state of shock. Its massive eyes stared at its missing limb, mouth opening and closing, but no sound coming out. The large pirate bound the creatures hands, holding it up by its arms, not too bothered when the Siren began letting out a horrible, loud, heart wrenching whine, shaking its head back and forth. Speaking so quickly in a language none of them could understand, the rush of incomprehensible words coming out mixed with cries of pain and fear.

The Captain tapped his foot against the deck impatiently, checking his watch, checking the sky, making it abundantly clear that he was bored. As soon as the unfortunate Siren was bound however, he lit back up again, soaking up the cheers and attention of his men and the hatred of the prey. In the back of his mind, the Captain did register that Inez didn't seem to be enjoying the show, but he shrugged it off. She was young, she was new. They were on a pirate ship for gods sake, they weren't going to be playing cards every night. Kavo didn't look thrilled either, it probably wasn't what he was expecting from his first night aboard The Deceit, but he'd made no moves to stop anything, so everything was just fine in the Captains books.

Silver-Tongue decided to grandstand a little bit, give everyone even more of a show, he waved Greed around wildly, propping the Siren up between his own feet, having the creature balance on what was once the stump of its lower half. It was probably insanely painful. The tall man grinned massively, opening his arms wide, staring at the Sirens pointedly.

"Well! Not the answer I was.. Well. Hopin' fer. But, y'see, I have a hunch that you do speak our language monsters. Yer just not bein' very.. Cooperative." Another flash of a wicked grin. He placed the barrel of Greed to the captive Sirens temple, making a 'tsk' sound, like a disappointed mother. His eyes were wide open, unblinking, and crazed. He met the hate filled bronze eyes again, one of the two surviving Sirens in the net. The other just looked desperate, horrified, boring.

"Now! I want to hear some beggin' fer this ones life. And I want to hear it in a language we all speak! Right boys?" He grinned at the crew, who laughed. Shoving the gun further into the Sirens head, making it give a whimper, leaning as far as it physically could away from the human, until Axel grabbed its head, holding it in place. It couldn't get far away unless it crawled with its arms, it had to lean on the human if it wanted to even stay somewhat upright. The Captain's smile softened as he reached down, wiping the bound Sirens tears from its face, quickly moving his fingers as it tried to bite him. A gun held to its head and he cooed at the thing, petting what looked like hair, amused even more as it continued to try and bight him.

"If it's sufficiently heart-wrenchin' I might consider lettin' this one go! Or atleast not blow 'er brains out! What do you say, love?" He held his free hand out towards Orion, abandoning all pretense of speaking to the group. The desperate one would beg for its friends life, of course it would. It was terrified and sobbing. No, he wanted the proud one to break down and beg, to see the hatred and fear in the those eyes as it asked for its friend to be spared. And if it didn't? Well there was always another spare to use. Violet eyes swirled with amusement and greed, a monster in a mans skin.

(Yes- A million times yes, I always hated it in role plays where people are playing obviously evil people and everyone just kind of turns a blind eye because its another player. Realistically, most people would be like "wth, NO-", so I love that everyone has a different perspective on all of the scenes :DD Also- Uhh. Sorry Orion T^T )