The Jade Dagger - A Pirate Adventure [Roleplay]

[FireNinja1]

"Huhn?" I get up out of the wheelchair and grab the wall for balance, drawing my sword as I do so. "Who's that?" ((I assume it's rather dark in there.))

(It is indeed.)

 

[Naiad]

(( bbs Bio ))

 

[CommanderLeahShepard]

(I'm going for tonight, parents again.)

 

[lucyhartfilia]

"What do you want."

 

[TheCreeperHugz]

"...I... Er... I'm sorry..." I say quietly.

 

[lucyhartfilia]

"Why are you Are you saying sorry."

 

[TheCreeperHugz]

"Be-because... um... I..." Because you left, upset, and it seems like my fault... Urgh...

 

[lucyhartfilia]

I stand up and open the door and let him in to explain why I ran off.

 

[TheCreeperHugz]

I walk in, and sit down on a chair. "...Um..."

 

[lucyhartfilia]

"Look I ran off because you and him reminds me of my old friends who were like you."

 

[TheCreeperHugz]

"L-like us...?"

 

[lucyhartfilia]

"Yeah they act like use one was loud and one was shy."

 

[TheCreeperHugz]

"Oh... Er, sorry..." I mumble.

 

[lucyhartfilia]

"It is ok I just wish they were here right know."

 

[TheCreeperHugz]

I look down at my feet and sigh. ...And I wish I could talk more freely, but it doesn't seem like that's ever gonna happen...

 

[lucyhartfilia]

I look up at him and say "here read my memory book so will understand me more."

 

[TheCreeperHugz]

"....Huh?" I look up, then shake my head. That's supposed to be private, I can't read it...

 

[lucyhartfilia]

"It will help me trust people more so just read it I don't mind I have plenty more to fill."

 

[TheCreeperHugz]

I have to go, I don't know how to handle these situations... I stand up. "Shady, I... um... Sorry..." I mutter before briskly walking out of the dorms and onto the deck. From there I climb up the main mast, into the crow's nest where I'm less likely to have to talk to anyone.

 

[Naiad]

I keep my bayonet in one of my hands (left) ready to strike at any moment.

"Huhn?" I get up out of the wheelchair and grab the wall for balance, drawing my sword as I do so. "Who's that?" ((I assume it's rather dark in there.))

I begin to struggle.

"Get the hell off of me."

.... My dagger, I have to get my dagger.