[[ ooc; just a note - so this is a lady (who identifies as lady) dressed up as a dude, convincingly enough to fool a lot of pirates for a long time. so just letting you know, pronouns in this will all say her/she, but Mary should look and sound completely like a young man, around teens to early twenties /o/ ]]
bears, bears everywhere;
[ mary does not make a habit of fighting bears. she generally doesn't make a habit of fighting any animals that aren't already set in wanting to take a chunk out of her, but then there's these people, who seem to think the pirate had been one of those dwindling the bear population. particularly, the weird one running around in furs, chasing rams, and claiming he's descended from the damn things, standing in the middle of the path mary'd been trying to take towards the river, so she might be able to board a ship and, hopefully, find her way to the port. apparently, this man isn't taking that story to be true, insisting she's on her way to slay more of his kinsmen. uuugggghhhh. it's fucking cold and she is not equipped for this weather or this landscape or this bullshit. ]
Look, shanker, it ain't my concern if your grandson to a bear or a bilge rat, but if your pox ridden arse ain't moving from my path very shortly, I'll be usin' your balls for fishing lures. [ it trails into a low growl, a bladed mechanism hidden under a sleeve springing forth, at about crotch level, for emphasis. ] Got it, mate?
[aaaand, that's about when a lower, much lower growl sounds from behind her. carefully, slowly, mary tilts to look back over her shoulder, spotting one of the innocent bears looking ready to chow down not 20 feet away. aaaaaw hell. ]
Piss. Chat up the in-laws, why don't you? [ she's muttering, to the man claiming relation to the bears in this area, but when she hears scrapping ice and retreating footfalls, she knows he's already running, before even turning to look after him, snow kicked up in his wake. ] Bloody pillock.
Right then. [ if the bear isn't killed or otherwise dissuaded in the next couple seconds, the assassin will be making a quick dash for the closest tree, scampering her way up nearly as fast as she runs, like she's part monkey. ]
gull & lantern; (mostly the tavern prompt from last tdm ahhh fite me)
Now we are ready to sail for the Horn... Weigh hey, roll and go... [ a voice, low and half mumbled, emits from one of the tables snuggled close to the fire pit, singing something probably unfamiliar to most here, but a shanty Mary could voice in her sleep, these days. the cakes have a nice smell to them, and mary had sampled one here or there, but bake sales aren't really her there. more so, she'd rather be drinking. feels more... normal. she'd be lying to say she doesn't miss home, and the open sea, and the sun baking at her cheeks and chapping her lips, salt water clinging to everything. thedas is an incredible adventure, and a wonder at every turn, but it's felt weird spending so many nights on a soft mattress that doesn't rock to and fro with waves lapping at a hull. ] Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn... To be rollicking randy dandy-O...
[ not that mary plans on brooding all night, and she's perfectly capable of making her own buddies to fill the time she's snowed into the tavern. you may catch her later on in the evening, when mary's gotten a lot more tipsy, and made several more friends, she's much more noticeable, standing on a chair and leading a corner of the tavern in a more jaunty sailing tune, one that's only half sung back correctly with her, as she's just taught these men the song a few moments ago. ]
Windy weather, boys, stormy weather, boys, when the wind blows, we're all together, boys! [ a wooden flagon is raised to clink against another man's (probably one of the sailors from the boat she'd taken a job on recently), sloshing ale over the rim, and none of them seem concerned about it as they continue belting along. ] Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow, Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes!
[ come hang, get shit faced, hear pirate stories, sing shanties, help mary stumble her way to her room. it's a good time. ]
wildcard;
[[ idk hit me with whatever, i'll do network things too if anyone would be looking for a pirate/sailor/really awesome rogue?? come at me. also, prose or action spam is fine for any of these, i'm easy. ]]
Mary Read | Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag (Rifter!)
bears, bears everywhere;
[ mary does not make a habit of fighting bears. she generally doesn't make a habit of fighting any animals that aren't already set in wanting to take a chunk out of her, but then there's these people, who seem to think the pirate had been one of those dwindling the bear population. particularly, the weird one running around in furs, chasing rams, and claiming he's descended from the damn things, standing in the middle of the path mary'd been trying to take towards the river, so she might be able to board a ship and, hopefully, find her way to the port. apparently, this man isn't taking that story to be true, insisting she's on her way to slay more of his kinsmen. uuugggghhhh. it's fucking cold and she is not equipped for this weather or this landscape or this bullshit. ]
Look, shanker, it ain't my concern if your grandson to a bear or a bilge rat, but if your pox ridden arse ain't moving from my path very shortly, I'll be usin' your balls for fishing lures. [ it trails into a low growl, a bladed mechanism hidden under a sleeve springing forth, at about crotch level, for emphasis. ] Got it, mate?
[aaaand, that's about when a lower, much lower growl sounds from behind her. carefully, slowly, mary tilts to look back over her shoulder, spotting one of the innocent bears looking ready to chow down not 20 feet away. aaaaaw hell. ]
Piss. Chat up the in-laws, why don't you? [ she's muttering, to the man claiming relation to the bears in this area, but when she hears scrapping ice and retreating footfalls, she knows he's already running, before even turning to look after him, snow kicked up in his wake. ] Bloody pillock.
Right then. [ if the bear isn't killed or otherwise dissuaded in the next couple seconds, the assassin will be making a quick dash for the closest tree, scampering her way up nearly as fast as she runs, like she's part monkey. ]
gull & lantern; (mostly the tavern prompt from last tdm ahhh fite me)
Now we are ready to sail for the Horn... Weigh hey, roll and go... [ a voice, low and half mumbled, emits from one of the tables snuggled close to the fire pit, singing something probably unfamiliar to most here, but a shanty Mary could voice in her sleep, these days. the cakes have a nice smell to them, and mary had sampled one here or there, but bake sales aren't really her there. more so, she'd rather be drinking. feels more... normal. she'd be lying to say she doesn't miss home, and the open sea, and the sun baking at her cheeks and chapping her lips, salt water clinging to everything. thedas is an incredible adventure, and a wonder at every turn, but it's felt weird spending so many nights on a soft mattress that doesn't rock to and fro with waves lapping at a hull. ] Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn... To be rollicking randy dandy-O...
[ not that mary plans on brooding all night, and she's perfectly capable of making her own buddies to fill the time she's snowed into the tavern. you may catch her later on in the evening, when mary's gotten a lot more tipsy, and made several more friends, she's much more noticeable, standing on a chair and leading a corner of the tavern in a more jaunty sailing tune, one that's only half sung back correctly with her, as she's just taught these men the song a few moments ago. ]
Windy weather, boys, stormy weather, boys, when the wind blows, we're all together, boys! [ a wooden flagon is raised to clink against another man's (probably one of the sailors from the boat she'd taken a job on recently), sloshing ale over the rim, and none of them seem concerned about it as they continue belting along. ] Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow, Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes!
[ come hang, get shit faced, hear pirate stories, sing shanties, help mary stumble her way to her room. it's a good time. ]
wildcard;
[[ idk hit me with whatever, i'll do network things too if anyone would be looking for a pirate/sailor/really awesome rogue?? come at me. also, prose or action spam is fine for any of these, i'm easy. ]]