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tvk2012-05-01 01:11 pm
hellburner) wrote in tvk2012-05-01 01:11 pm
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⚓ 008; [video; dated to 5/3]
[Wherever this video originates from, it's on the ocean and it's raining. Not just a little rain, either. It's coming down in a torrent, and the water is a chaotic mess because of it. Pitch black sky, thunder, lightning, and some great and terrible thing visible a distance away. Just looking at the silhouetted monstrosity might have been enough to give anyone watching shades of a headache. In the middle of it all, a bright pink flare in the darkness...is Rider recording from the crow's nest of her precious Golden Hind.]
Put those damn fires out, do I have to do everything myself?! [A sudden shift in the camera would reveal that yes, a few small fires have in fact broken out on deck.] Oh...wait. I guess I do, I'm the only one here. God damn it.
[Yes, out in the middle of a maelstrom and with some Thing looming not far off, Francis Drake was both captain and crew of the Golden Hind. She grabbed a nearby rope and jumped over the edge of the crow's nest, sliding down to start to extinguish the lingering flames. But without warning, the tremendous shadow ahead began to move, extending a...hand? Was it a hand? Hands shouldn't have belonged to something the size of a building, and they shouldn't have ended in such wicked claws. Whatever it was extended towards the ship, a wave suddenly washed across the ship, causing it to tilt dangerously and knock the captain off her feet.]
Always knew he would be more trouble than he's worth...I hope you guys are getting this, because like hell I'm going down without some kinda record of it.
[Lightning flashed and thunder roared overhead; with the few fleeting seconds of light, the thing was illuminated and the headaches one might experience upon seeing it intensified. But no sooner had it been seen did it again become silhouetted by darkness, while Rider picked herself up and threw soaking wet hair over her shoulder.]
Sure is a hell of a situation I'm in. [The camera moved, accompanied by the sound of boots dashing across a wooden dock.] No cannons, pistols won't do shit, and obviously no Persona. [But when the shaky camera catches a view of the pirate's face, she's grinning like a woman that's just lost her mind. Maybe she has. How would anyone even tell?]
[If there was but one thing at which Francis Drake excelled, it was navigation. She read the movement of the waves and water like a skilled oracle to predict how it would influence her ship, which actions would lead to what results. Now, with her hand tightly gripping the wheel, she calculated every possible motion and outcome faster than ever before. Turn one way, leave herself open to attack. Turn another way to retreat, and have something that size on her tail all the way back to port with the wind against her.]
[In other words? Every possible option was suicide.]
[But for Francis Drake? That was just fine.]
[The abomination extended a clawed hand again, an inferno lighting the sky for a few fleeting seconds; Rider, her ship, and the cosmic horror were all illuminated in flickering orange that seemed to stretch for miles. It may well have even been seen from the shores of Prospero itself.]
You missed. [Only she would scoff and taunt a horror beyond human comprehension. Typical Rider, of course.] But don't worry, because I won't--!
[With that she threw the ship's wheel into a spin with all her strength, the Golden Hind giving as sudden and sharp a turn as a galleon possibly could to face the creature head-on. The camera shook and shifted yet again as Rider moved, tying the wheel firmly in place to keep it on course.]
Remember my name until your death by my hands--Temeroso el Draque! I am the woman who set the sun!
[She stepped forward, a pistol in each hand and the still-recording device tucked into her belt. The ship itself was set firmly on its course, heading directly for the monstrosity itself in a last-ditch effort to strike with everything she had.]
The king of storms, a swarm of ghosts--
[Grinning like the most terrifying of sharks, she aimed both her guns forward as well. No better way to go down than with both barrels firing.]
--This is the beginning of the Wild Hunt!
[There was another wave of water and flash of fire, and with that the video cut out.]
[ooc: Responses ICly delayed for reasons of being covered in eldritch abomination.]
Put those damn fires out, do I have to do everything myself?! [A sudden shift in the camera would reveal that yes, a few small fires have in fact broken out on deck.] Oh...wait. I guess I do, I'm the only one here. God damn it.
[Yes, out in the middle of a maelstrom and with some Thing looming not far off, Francis Drake was both captain and crew of the Golden Hind. She grabbed a nearby rope and jumped over the edge of the crow's nest, sliding down to start to extinguish the lingering flames. But without warning, the tremendous shadow ahead began to move, extending a...hand? Was it a hand? Hands shouldn't have belonged to something the size of a building, and they shouldn't have ended in such wicked claws. Whatever it was extended towards the ship, a wave suddenly washed across the ship, causing it to tilt dangerously and knock the captain off her feet.]
Always knew he would be more trouble than he's worth...I hope you guys are getting this, because like hell I'm going down without some kinda record of it.
[Lightning flashed and thunder roared overhead; with the few fleeting seconds of light, the thing was illuminated and the headaches one might experience upon seeing it intensified. But no sooner had it been seen did it again become silhouetted by darkness, while Rider picked herself up and threw soaking wet hair over her shoulder.]
Sure is a hell of a situation I'm in. [The camera moved, accompanied by the sound of boots dashing across a wooden dock.] No cannons, pistols won't do shit, and obviously no Persona. [But when the shaky camera catches a view of the pirate's face, she's grinning like a woman that's just lost her mind. Maybe she has. How would anyone even tell?]
[If there was but one thing at which Francis Drake excelled, it was navigation. She read the movement of the waves and water like a skilled oracle to predict how it would influence her ship, which actions would lead to what results. Now, with her hand tightly gripping the wheel, she calculated every possible motion and outcome faster than ever before. Turn one way, leave herself open to attack. Turn another way to retreat, and have something that size on her tail all the way back to port with the wind against her.]
[In other words? Every possible option was suicide.]
[But for Francis Drake? That was just fine.]
[The abomination extended a clawed hand again, an inferno lighting the sky for a few fleeting seconds; Rider, her ship, and the cosmic horror were all illuminated in flickering orange that seemed to stretch for miles. It may well have even been seen from the shores of Prospero itself.]
You missed. [Only she would scoff and taunt a horror beyond human comprehension. Typical Rider, of course.] But don't worry, because I won't--!
[With that she threw the ship's wheel into a spin with all her strength, the Golden Hind giving as sudden and sharp a turn as a galleon possibly could to face the creature head-on. The camera shook and shifted yet again as Rider moved, tying the wheel firmly in place to keep it on course.]
Remember my name until your death by my hands--Temeroso el Draque! I am the woman who set the sun!
[She stepped forward, a pistol in each hand and the still-recording device tucked into her belt. The ship itself was set firmly on its course, heading directly for the monstrosity itself in a last-ditch effort to strike with everything she had.]
The king of storms, a swarm of ghosts--
[Grinning like the most terrifying of sharks, she aimed both her guns forward as well. No better way to go down than with both barrels firing.]
--This is the beginning of the Wild Hunt!
[There was another wave of water and flash of fire, and with that the video cut out.]
[ooc: Responses ICly delayed for reasons of being covered in eldritch abomination.]
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THAT FISHFACED SON OF A BITCH BROKE MY SHIP! Dammit, next I'm gonna break my foot kicking his ass!
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[She's bruised, disheveled, and a little singed, but still kickin'.]
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Almost the full moon, isn't it? Strange seems to be the standard around this time.
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And he set my coat on fire!
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Such unforgivable things will be written down for future reference, but I might well show my concern over your health right now, Francis. Should I attempt to get some help, risking myself to your wrath later?
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[She looked like the kind of queen who could face down the greatest armada in the world and tear it to pieces.]
[She was beautiful and terrible.]
[And she couldn't be dead.]
Drake!
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[...She still might, later on.]
[But about twenty minutes later, she answered him soaking wet, a little singed, and perfectly casual.]
Yes?
[sup just killin' eldritch horrors how you doin']
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[And Waver is still the only sane man in the entire Type-Moon universe.]
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[As per usual.]
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[Can you see that vein on his forehead bulging. Because it's bulging.
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[And also right. But mostly insufferable.]
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[It's like you were born to annoy him.]
I don't have time to deal with this. Good day, Drake, and try not to destroy anything else on the way back to harbor!
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