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

Started August 25, 2022 by @ScotchTapeWorm group

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( T^T And why couldn't I have been born as that, God!? WHY?? )

(Lmao, idk. Ask Him yourself, when you see Him XD )
(I'm patient. Ish.)

Orion without a doubt spoke english and just about any other language he's heard, but Orion knew the captain wouldn't be happy with him and his greek curses-so obviously he didn't give him the satisfaction of giving the man what he wanted.
He watches the him with careful eyes, his goat like iris' focused on him as they shrink into horizontal slits, his blonde hair sticking to the side of his blood stained face. The gills resting on the side of his cheeks open and close slowly, straining with every breath. If one were close enough to him you could here the soft "Ssssss" coming from his gills as he exhales the blood-riddled, salty air.

Orion's eyes follow him while he studies the snakes expressions and his body language.
Too bold. Too cocky. Too….
Empty.
"καημένη ψυχή…" he muttered under his breath when his smile reappears. That wicked smile… he half expects a forked tongue to slither from in between those cracked lips of his as he whispers sour words to one of the crewmates.
Orion was hoping for the captain to step towards Orion so he could get a closer look at his eyes just so he could spit in his face.
Still his muscles tense up when the man comes forward with such obedience. Reaching for the siren and pulling it from the nets.
Swallowing hard, he clenches his jaw as he watches. How was this amusing?
The large man was lucky the sirens nails had been already damaged and dulled enough as it scratched away at him. Most sirens like himself kept their nails long and nice to puncture smaller prey or mens flesh. Though the seniors more often than not had worn down claws made of bone. This siren wasn't any older than him but he knew they had seem some shit and dealt some bad cards. He admired them for that.
Even still, the siren claws at his skin, almost begging him not to. Though Orion knew the siren and knew that they would never stoop so low as to beg a man for anything but another's life.
Orion's sharp teeth dig into his gums as the wailing of the siren goes on. Scales ripping from flesh and muscle from bone. He hears every in their tail snap and rip against the barbs.
When the siren is finally set free of the barbs, Orion is almost relieved until he sees what remain.
The sirens fish like tail spurting blood all out on deck, the vertebrae hanging onto the sirens torso as it bleeds out. The end of their fins twitching and flopping on the wood and against the barbed net still.

Now seeing the siren in its helpless state, Orion makes eye contact with them for a quick second, tears spilling out of the sirens wide eyes and down their cold cheeks and gills.
A shiver surges through the nerves in his skin as they let out its whine, hair whipping around from side to side with their head.
Orion bites the inside of his gills(cheeks) until blood draws and slips down his throat. The words the siren speaks, the words hurt his heart and soul to hear but he hides the emotions swelling up inside.
He didn't know this side of them but he didn't ever expect to. As a siren is a whole other being when they're awaiting the kiss of death.
Fear was not something they were known for, but what else could they do?

"Well! Not the answer I was.. Well. Hopin' fer." The captain starts.

Do duh dipshit Orion thought to himself. Why do you think i did it?

"But, y'see, I have a hunch that you do speak our language monsters."
If Orion were in any other situation he would be mimicking the man with his hands like a puppet and rolling his eyes.
But now his annoyance only grew.

"Yer just not bein' very.. Cooperative." He finally finishes.
Though Orion knew this wasn't the end of his ear-aching rambles. No, he wanted to give everyone a show right? Show everyone how cool he was.
He cares too much about what other people think
Now when the barrel of the gun is placed by the sirens temple Orion almost wanted to say "it's about damn time!". But for now he stays silent, letting the captain finish.
how much of a fool can he make of himself?
Orion had given up hope for their life as he watches them bleed out on deck. He could grieve later. He would grieve later.
He knew the heartache would catch up to him if he made it out of here alive. The pain of knowing he would never be able to talk to the lost souls for as long as he's alive and maybe even in death. Knowing they were alone in their pain and suffering up until the very end, the only sense of company was the others dying by their side.
What were they even fighting for? What did they die for? Food? Their urge to eat tonight? They couldn't have chosen a different crew to prey on? They died for such a shallow reason, yet in such a horrifyingly painful way. For what? The captains entertainment?
Orion knew the anger, confusion, denial and the tears would catch up to him. He knew that the stages of greif weren't far behind and acceptance would seem so far away if not near impossible to reach.
But Orion didn't know what else would catch up to him.
The guilt.

But right now it was all about making the right moves. What would help him get out of here? Or at least taking the captain with him as he dies.
Some would call him selfish, twisted or even sick. He would call this smart.
Sirens were normally very supportive instead of every man for himself. But in situations like this, they chose to be wise and in the end, think of how they would survive or what outcome was best for them.
And Orion's instincts were kicking in. He wasn't thinking of the others… no. He was thinking for himself.
And so with that….
Orion let out a heavy sigh. You could see the air from his gills on either side of his face. as the nights air grows colder. It looked as if the captain was wasting Orion's time as he rolls his bronze eyes. And quite frankly…. he was.
Let this one go? He would get eaten by the sharks if not by other sirens if he were to be let go. As for the other one…. Orion thinks to himself
His eyes float towards the other one, her chest heaving up and down under neath the net, looking at the sirens severed tail wriggling underneath the net in absolute horror.
He truly wanted her to make it, just as much as he'd want anyone else. But he couldn't let that show. Though if he could help it, he'd help her.
Still, Orion stays close to the corpse with the knife snuffed inside the chest cavity, soaked in blood.
i can't let her get in the way. If her life is threatened, its over. i cant help her.

Finally, Orion speaks when the captains attention is solely on him. Perfect.
"Are you done?" he asks lowly. Orion's voice was smooth, calming…comforting even. He spoke with a greek accent you could hear when singing in english as well.
He dares to hold contact with the captain. Orion needed to get out of this net and this might be the only way. Now…if only the captain could get closer.
"you talk too much." Orion states, wanting this to be over with. Maybe the man would put him out of his misery. Though maybe he would let the karcaon slit his throat with those claws of his, give him something entertaining to watch.
He could only hope….

Kavo's face didn't move from the indifferent expression, but he did walk slowly over to Inez as the Captain asked one of the bruisers to 'retrieve' the Siren.

"Hey, Inez, I need your help." He spoke quietly, nudging her to shake her out of the state she seemed to be in. "I need you to find me a bottle of salicylic acid." He uncrossed his arms to reveal a large slash across his chest that he'd gotten from one of the sirens. "I need to disinfect this. Can you find that for me? It should be down in the cargo somewhere, but I kinda need to stay here, know what I mean?" He glanced at the Siren glaring daggers at the Captain. "I'd really appreciate it if you could find it."

He hoped Inez would listen to him. If the poor dear was already turning green at the gruesome display, it was only going to get worse. The burly sailor was beginning to pull, and Kavo knew where this was going.

Of course, there was no salicylic acid in the cargo hold, no pirate ship had medicine that advanced, but if she was off looking for it, she wouldn't be here vomiting over the edge of the ship at what was about to happen.

Kavo turned and crossed his arms again, watching the events unfold. It all went exactly as he thought it would.

The meatheat pulled.
The Siren screamed.
The meathead pulled harder.
The Siren screamed louder.
The meathead put his back into it.
The Siren tore in two.
The crew cheered.
The Captain leered.

And the Siren still in the net refused to cooperate.

Kavo nodded slowly. A wound like that was likely a death sentence. There was probably no saving the riven siren, and the Siren still in the net knew it. The other one still alive was also wounded, and Kavo could see the pragmatism at play.
Every man for himself was a selfish, wretched way to live, but in this case it made sense. The other two were dead already, even if they were still breathing.
In any other situation, Kavo would have admired the Siren's stoicism. It was the smart play, showing courage and not cracking nder the pressure.
But with Captain Axel Silver-tongue calling the shots? There was no guarantee it was the right move. There was no guarantee of anything.
And certainly, making it seem like you were bored with the Captain's antics as he literally tore your friends apart was not the way to go. But the Sirens clearly weren't as smart as they thought they were, or this whole situation could have been avoided.
Kavo kept the indifferent expression on his face, letting none of his thoughts show, not about the Captain's extravagance and unpredictability, or the Sirens arrogance and stupidity, or the crew's primordial desire for blood and guts.
What would be, would be, and he was here for the ride.

(I can't speak for ScotchTape but we do have a 'splodey goblin already. Not that 2 similar characters would be impossible, but. Maybe think more in terms of ship roles? There's a bunch left unclaimed.)

(I’m thinking like, a ship scientist that specializes in mechanics and also maybe a little bit of biological warfare (because backstory).)

(Also I swear I’ll stop spamming but if I join i can do a draw and I already made a ref sheet for my character)

(And I would be willing to make custom digital drawings for you guys and yes I am attempting to bribe my way into this. But uh. Mostly I just have a really good character in mind that I wanted to use as soon as I saw this haha.)

Inez closed her eyes again, breathing shakily. She wasn't great at social awareness or anything of the like, but she knew it was selfish (shellfish) of her to feel this way. It didn't matter, though. She wanted it over. Someone nudged at her and she opened her eyes, slightly.
"Hey, Inez. I need your help." She nodded.
"I need you to find me a bottle of salicylic acid." Kavo revealed a wound on his torso, uncrossing his arms. "S-sa… wha?" She whispered back. "I need to disinfect this. Can you find that for me? It should be down in the cargo somewhere, but I kinda need to stay here, know what I mean? I'd really appreciate it if you could find it." Inez would have asked what he was talking about, then realized she no longer cared. "Y-yeah. Okay." Her voice squeaked at the last syllable. She started to walk away at a normal pace, which quickly advanced to a speedwalk, then a run.
Inez found herself in what she assumed to be the "the cargo". Standing for a moment, she was about to look for whatever Kavo had requested, and started to look around. But her knees buckled, again, and she began struggling for air as if she was drowning just previously. She mumbled to herself. Slamming her fist on the wooden floor, she said to herself breathily, "It doesn't matter right now!" This was a mix of self-control and self-assurance. Inez stood. Action is easier than words, so she decided to preoccupy herself with trying to identify whatever that thing was. She searched shelves, cluelessly. Inez regretted not knowing how to read- it was just never of importance to her. Even then, in utter confusion on… multiple levels, it wasn't easy to focus on multiple things at once, so searching for the mystery substance that she may eventually identify (wishful thinking) it was strangely therapeutic. Her mind couldn't wander, especially not to something as complicated as what she would have witnessed had she not come here. Finally able to breathe.

( 😆 really selling it here, you just gotta convince ScotchTape)
(If you're character is a mechanical minded person, ship's mechanic could work. We don't have one of those, and any ship on the Deceit's level would need one)
(Also, feel free to ignore my suggestions, I'm not in charge, but. You way wanna prep a writing sample. I don't know how you write but we've kinda accidentally developed a high level in here shrug)

(Awww! And yeah I have a few writing samples from old rps and personal writing projects. And ship’s mechanic actually sounds like a really good idea!!)