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Post by Neil Wotan and Sophia Wagner on Jul 24, 2014 3:16:30 GMT
The Tyrfing drifted slowly along off the coast of Argentina on a lukewarm summer night, the waves crashing underneath and the moon shining gloriously above.
Ever since the attack on URSA, Neil had walled himself up in his captain's chamber and hasn't spoken a word to either of his crew. He merely sat on his bed, looking up at the ceiling..
With the one good eye he had left.
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Post by James Harper on Jul 24, 2014 15:32:14 GMT
James sat in the cockpit, trying to make heads or tails of the ship's machinery. It didn't help that he had already took five shots of Russian Vodka and was having trouble standing up.
"Joel" he slurred, "do you haveany ida how to thing this pilot...?"
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Post by Joel Florian on Jul 24, 2014 19:14:50 GMT
"Nope." Joel was on the floor, accompanied by a single, mostly full bottle of cheap cherry liqueur. He was a lightweight.
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Post by Neil Wotan and Sophia Wagner on Jul 24, 2014 19:53:26 GMT
"Imbeciles.." sighed Wired as best a disembodied artificial intelligence could, "I've been the one driving since we left Japan."
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Post by James Harper on Jul 24, 2014 20:02:28 GMT
"Goods. Cause Lord knows I'm not in shape to drive..." James said before burping. "Where's... Um... The other guy..."
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Post by Joel Florian on Jul 24, 2014 20:04:41 GMT
Joel half-lifted the bottle of liqueur and shook it at...wherever Wired was. "Ah, shut up, you...voice."
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Post by Neil Wotan and Sophia Wagner on Jul 24, 2014 20:05:55 GMT
"I hope you two realize that if you die from liver poisoning, I won't be able to clean up your bodies. Please do not litter the deck with your corpses.."
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Post by James Harper on Jul 24, 2014 20:34:15 GMT
James responded by trying to flip Wired over with his index finger.
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Post by Neil Wotan and Sophia Wagner on Jul 24, 2014 20:36:14 GMT
"I suppose I could always open the windows and turn the ship 180 degrees.."
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Post by Joel Florian on Jul 24, 2014 20:41:41 GMT
"Do that, and I will kick your non-existent ass four ways before" Joel paused to belch "breakfast. Speaking of, I'm hungry."
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Post by Neil Wotan and Sophia Wagner on Jul 24, 2014 21:27:29 GMT
Neil ignored the noise coming from the deck and the little robotic beetle that circled above him like a hungry vulture. He still wore the damaged belt on his waist. He had attempted to become Gattack again after the raid, but to no avail..
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Post by James Harper on Jul 24, 2014 23:26:38 GMT
"Joel... you look like a jackblack - Blackjack man."
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Post by Joel Florian on Jul 24, 2014 23:27:48 GMT
"But I'm white, and my name's -hic- not Jack." Joel half-hiccuped.
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Post by James Harper on Jul 24, 2014 23:46:09 GMT
James nearly slipped out of his chair as he began to sing the Wild Rover to himself, though he mixed up the words. "Nay never no, nay never no more..."
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Post by Neil Wotan and Sophia Wagner on Jul 24, 2014 23:51:52 GMT
It was then the door to the captain's chamber shot open and Neil stepped out. He was wearing his belt and.. just his belt. He hadn't shaved in days and had grown some noticeable stubble. It was also noticeable that he hasn't exactly bathed..
"Boss!" cheered Wired.
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