[EVENT] And really bad eggs!

[majorarc]

Who: Everyone
When: January 10-12
Where: The Ghost Pirate Ship
What: Fighting Ghost Pirates!!
Warnings: N/A

Suddenly, you’ve been pulled by your new flying abilities and deposited so kindly on the deck of the ship. Around you are hundreds of zombies and it seems like you’re in for a fight. When you look starboard, you notice weapons lying around that have some short of a strange glow. May as well grab them and fight, right? Team up and beat those ghosties!!

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and i finally have an idea for this /facehands

[axeatyourside]

[At some point, Enkidu's lost the ax he decided to fight with, and everything else he grabbed failed to be quite as good. With enough lull in the fighting, he had been given an opportunity to run after it.

Shame it landed next to the guy who looked like he was going to fling himself overboard so his vomit had less of a journey into the sea. Enkidu approaches, very carefully, and picks the weapon up.]

--You know that vomit could be used as a weapon if someone carried you and directed the flow.

s'okaaay

[destructiveprinciple]

[Avenger is abruptly overwhelmed with the urge to introduce him to one of the aspects of modern life; an upright middle finger.

He doesn't react when the kid stoops to pick up one of the weapons scattered across the deck, beyond figuring it isn't a pirate because the person isn't attacking him.

But he does lift his head back up from hanging over the side of the ship, both of his hands clenched around the wood, and gives the guy a flat stare that plainly says, "are you fro srs you fucker."]

[axeatyourside]

[Enkidu just laughs at the expression, because there's nothing not hilarious about it.]

[destructiveprinciples]

[Laughter. B|

Hilarious.

Apparently, seasickness doesn't hamper Avenger's speed in any noticeable way: one moment he's unsteadily clinging to the side and the next moment, there's a blur of movement and Avenger's grabbed hold of Enkidu before proceeding to pitch him overboard like the immature asshole he is.]

[axeatyourside]

[It is impossible to control descent, but there's enough things on the side of the ship to grab onto. In Enkidu's case, that means one of the canons that peaks from the side of the boat on one of the lower decks. His grip is barely there, but he happily drops the ax in his hand so that he can pull himself up.

There's a few moments when Enkidu lets himself perch atop the great iron cannon, to catch his breath and take stock of the situation.

Right, climb back up it is. The window the cannon peers out of is too small. With little effort, he finds the best handhold that he can, and slowly, steadily pulls himself up the ship's side.

It'd be easier if he was bigger, he notes bitterly.]

[destructiveprinciples]

[Avenger's head peeks over the side of the ship, black hair ruffled by the sea breeze and watched without interfering as the guy perched himself on the great icon cannon for several seconds, before inspecting the window that the iron cannon extended from, seemingly deciding he couldn't fit through it, and then steadily and slowly began clambering back up the ship's side.

At least he got rid of the axe, Avenger spitefully thinks. :> Payment for the laughter.

He calls down;]

Nice reflexes.

[axeatyourside]

You are not the first person to have thrown me for a loop. I'd hardly be capable of dealing with Gilgamesh otherwise.

[A few more feet, as well as shifting to the left some in case this - whatever he is, those markings cannot be human - decides to go two for two with flinging Enkidu off boats.]

[destructiveprinciples]

Eh, I'd be seriously questioning your credentials as a figure of legend as if I were.

[He's tempted to see if he can vomit whatever's left of his meal onto Enkidu's face—shouldn't be that hard if he takes into account the wind's direction and the guy's position in relationship to that—but (wisely) decides against it.]

[axeatyourside]

[And with that, Enkidu swings his leg over the deck and rolls less than gracefully onto it.

Guess what he just slipped on.]

--You know, if we could lure some of those things over this way to slip as I just did....

[destructiveprinciple]

[A puddle of puke. B)

Avenger crackles at his graceless slip before curling inward a little, holding his stomach and hating the way the ship kept rocking under his feet.]

Bah, a-ah... They're really stupid, shouldn't be too hard if you want to...

[axeatyourside]

Really, the question is do I want to?

[Obviously the answer is yes, he has an ongoing bet with Saber about this sort of thing.]

[destructiveprinciples]

[Lineface. Rhetorical questions with obvious answers aren't that witty.]

We already know you do. [He clears his throat, trying to wash out the sour taste in his mouth.]

[axeatyourside]

Might have to spread it a bit though.

There must be freshwater on this thing, below decks. [And away from the crazy. You're kind of useless in a fight right now, Avenger.]

[destructiveprinciple]

You wanna touch something I expelled, be my guest.

[Thank you. Fuck you. Already knows how sorta useless he is for a fight right now, okay. He stares, a tad puzzled. He already tried the cabins.] Freshwater?

[axeatyourside]

--You've got nothing you, right? You need some kind of fluid back in there, otherwise it's like dehyradation

[destructiveprinciple]

[???

... ??]

Okay?

[axeatyourside]

[And with that, Enkidu happily runs off to leave Avenger baffled to the advice]