forum The Andromeda (Pirate RP//closed)

Started April 11, 2018 by Deleted user

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(An enemy ship? Oh. Okay.)
(plans Kameo's death scene)

(Plans Cicada's death scene. I was doing it first you copier.)

(An enemy ship? Oh. Okay.)
(plans Kameo's death scene)

(Now wait one second)

(An enemy ship? Oh. Okay.)
(plans Kameo's death scene)

(WHAT!?)

( NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOO )

"Really?" She said, pulling on an apron.

"Yeah, apparently it's a girl's thing," Daso laughed. "My mom was always so pissed off because my sister couldn't cook, but I was good at it. So she's forbid me."

(An enemy ship? Oh. Okay.)
(plans Kameo's death scene)

(WHAT!?)

( NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOO )

(STOP TRYING TO HURT HIM LET HIM THE SEAGULLS BE HAPPY)

"Yeah," Cicada looked at her, "Well after you're done we are having a talk."

"A talk?" Leah asked, furrowing her brow in confusion. "Good or bad?"

"Yeah," Cicada looked at her, "Well after you're done we are having a talk."

"A talk?" Leah asked, furrowing her brow in confusion. "Good or bad?"

"Depends on how you look at it," Cicada sighed. She had decided maybe it would be best if she told Leah about her old crew. It would mean that Leah knew what skills she really had.

"Really?" She said, pulling on an apron.

"Yeah, apparently it's a girl's thing," Daso laughed. "My mom was always so pissed off because my sister couldn't cook, but I was good at it. So she's forbid me."

"Huh. Weird. My bro couldn't get me to stay out of the kitchen." She said, pulling out the pasta sheets.

Daso watched her work for a moment. "You've never told me about your family. Are they still around?"

(Making a schedule for injury or death I see? Lucian hasn’t been through anything yet..)

AIT WAT NO MIRRIGAN WILL LITERALLY KILL HERSELF HES THE ONE THING KEEPING HER ALIVE

Morrigan snorted. “Not particularly. They weren’t exactly quiet, the wholee street could hear them in the bed.”

"Yeah," Cicada looked at her, "Well after you're done we are having a talk."

"A talk?" Leah asked, furrowing her brow in confusion. "Good or bad?"

"Depends on how you look at it," Cicada sighed. She had decided maybe it would be best if she told Leah about her old crew. It would mean that Leah knew what skills she really had.

Leah set the pulley and focused her gaze on Cicada. "Well, I'm here to listen."

(Okay. If any of you kill your characters, I will make Kameo get tortured to death by flaying off his own skin. I'm warning you.)

(You wouldn’t dare)

(Okay. If any of you kill your characters, I will make Kameo get tortured to death by flaying off his own skin. I'm warning you.)

[swear wird] NO! Unless you do something to him first…..

(Okay. If any of you kill your characters, I will make Kameo get tortured to death by flaying off his own skin. I'm warning you.)

(You wouldn’t dare)

Especially since Morrigan is suicidal

(Okay. If any of you kill your characters, I will make Kameo get tortured to death by flaying off his own skin. I'm warning you.)

( Don't you dare. Leah will come close to dying. )

"Yeah," Cicada looked at her, "Well after you're done we are having a talk."

"A talk?" Leah asked, furrowing her brow in confusion. "Good or bad?"

"Depends on how you look at it," Cicada sighed. She had decided maybe it would be best if she told Leah about her old crew. It would mean that Leah knew what skills she really had.

Leah set the pulley and focused her gaze on Cicada. "Well, I'm here to listen."

"Okay so uh," Cicada had to clear her throat, "Could we talk somewhere private?"

Daso watched her work for a moment. "You've never told me about your family. Are they still around?"

She paused. "My parents died when I was a babe. It was just me and my older brother Jordan, fending for ourselves until a feller named Pablo took a shinin' to Jordan. He offered for us a spot in his gang. Jordan declined saying he wanted to be an artist instead. Ol' Pablo got him apprenticed to his bro, who happened to be an artist. I was 5 and he was 8 when that happened."

Morrigan snorted. “Not particularly. They weren’t exactly quiet, the wholee street could hear them in the bed.”

Lucian burst into laughter, eyes scrunching up as he did so. “Oh god, you poor thing,” he managed to get out.