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buywithme[Video clicks on, and say hello to your friendly neighborhood hostaged Commodore. Prefect is slumped, shirtless against the stone wall of his cell, his expression is tired and irritable. He's a little scuffed, and there are bruises climbing up his chest, but as he begins to broadcast, you can see him force himself to straighten up, so that he can deliver his daily bitching session with an air of authority and professionalism.]
This is Commodore Prefect of His Majesty's Royal Naval Forces, calling all officers who are yet to join the cowardice hoard here in their treachery to the crown.
Myself and First Lieutenant Pendragon are now entering the hundred and twelfth day of our imprisonment here. Spirits are high, and neither one of us have swerved in our loyalty to his majesty, or our certainty that God, and right shall deliver us from this ugly circumstance.
[His expression slips slightly, and there's a hint of a glare coming through as he continues:]
It is in that spirit that I wish to add to the list of charges which I have recorded thus-far, to be pressed against the inhabitants of this vipers nest, when they are brought before the hand of the English courts and to the satisfaction of the just.
Two days ago, as Lieutenant Pendragon and I commandeered a vessel for the departure from this island, we were waylaid by two men known to be in the employ of Captain Reaver, known locally by the names "Black-Eye Dan" and "Fists McCall". Both men struck at us, and while alone we easily outmatched them, it did not take long for them to enlist the aid of the local mob, and we were swarmed by collaborators before we were able to depart.
[He's looking progressively embittered at this point, like even saying all of this is leaving a bad taste in his mouth.]
I have added the names of those guilty of colluding with our captors to the list [The list which he has been compiling since his arrival, which has the name of almost everyone in the port on it by now, which he updates every few days just so you know that you're on it.] In addition to the names of several local criminals who we have witnessed operating from the confines of our imprisonment.
The only men here more worthy of the noose than these scurrilous curs, are those deserters who come here, shed of their colours and entrenching themselves as deeply in the crimes this place as any other man! They are the shame of His Majesties Navy, and I name them too! I've much hope that you and I, oh last and loyal men, shall carry them to court martial, and to pay in blood for their cowardice, and their treachery!
[He ends in a pissy little snarl, before clicking off the video. Once the broadcast is finished, the text function scrolls down the communicators face, with a long, long list of the people Prefect is eventually planning on hanging. Feel free to assume that your character's name is on there.
It may go without saying that he makes these broadcasts frequently, and that they're only superficially intended for loyal Naval Officers. They're more like a giant, petty, ongoing fuck you to the pirates and inhabitants of Barcaza.
The cell (housing both Prefect and Arthur) is literally built into the corner of a building, and open to the street and passers by, so feel free to spam!]
This is Commodore Prefect of His Majesty's Royal Naval Forces, calling all officers who are yet to join the cowardice hoard here in their treachery to the crown.
Myself and First Lieutenant Pendragon are now entering the hundred and twelfth day of our imprisonment here. Spirits are high, and neither one of us have swerved in our loyalty to his majesty, or our certainty that God, and right shall deliver us from this ugly circumstance.
[His expression slips slightly, and there's a hint of a glare coming through as he continues:]
It is in that spirit that I wish to add to the list of charges which I have recorded thus-far, to be pressed against the inhabitants of this vipers nest, when they are brought before the hand of the English courts and to the satisfaction of the just.
Two days ago, as Lieutenant Pendragon and I commandeered a vessel for the departure from this island, we were waylaid by two men known to be in the employ of Captain Reaver, known locally by the names "Black-Eye Dan" and "Fists McCall". Both men struck at us, and while alone we easily outmatched them, it did not take long for them to enlist the aid of the local mob, and we were swarmed by collaborators before we were able to depart.
[He's looking progressively embittered at this point, like even saying all of this is leaving a bad taste in his mouth.]
I have added the names of those guilty of colluding with our captors to the list [The list which he has been compiling since his arrival, which has the name of almost everyone in the port on it by now, which he updates every few days just so you know that you're on it.] In addition to the names of several local criminals who we have witnessed operating from the confines of our imprisonment.
The only men here more worthy of the noose than these scurrilous curs, are those deserters who come here, shed of their colours and entrenching themselves as deeply in the crimes this place as any other man! They are the shame of His Majesties Navy, and I name them too! I've much hope that you and I, oh last and loyal men, shall carry them to court martial, and to pay in blood for their cowardice, and their treachery!
[He ends in a pissy little snarl, before clicking off the video. Once the broadcast is finished, the text function scrolls down the communicators face, with a long, long list of the people Prefect is eventually planning on hanging. Feel free to assume that your character's name is on there.
It may go without saying that he makes these broadcasts frequently, and that they're only superficially intended for loyal Naval Officers. They're more like a giant, petty, ongoing fuck you to the pirates and inhabitants of Barcaza.
The cell (housing both Prefect and Arthur) is literally built into the corner of a building, and open to the street and passers by, so feel free to spam!]
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Date: 2012-03-16 02:23 am (UTC)[There's a brief pause, before Prefect turns towards the bars of the cell, raising his eyebrows in an expression that is either alluring, or... well, just slightly less irritated than usual.]
What if instead of bringing me all of this junk, you were to bring me, say... a set of lockpicks? Or a rapier, perhaps?
[That might earn you a kiss, you filthy degenerate.]
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Date: 2012-03-16 03:10 am (UTC)[Narv's heart pitter patters at the slightly less irritated expression on the Commodore's face.]
A rapier is a bit big, sir. Not that I can't handle big. [Degenerate eyebrow quirk.] But it would be tricky to sneak it in without anyone noticing, like. Lockpicks I can do easy. Didn't think a gent such as yourself would've been able to get much use out of them. [Unlike, say, a very practical box.] But if that's what your heart desires, I will deliver.
And might I say, sir, knowing that you are proficient in the skill of my trade makes me admire you all the more. Picking a lock from the inside, when you can't see what you're doing and 'ave got all the wrong angle, is a tricky business even for a skilled thief.
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Date: 2012-03-16 03:23 am (UTC)Well, perhaps what my heart truly desires, deep down, would be for you to pick the lock for me as well?
[Okay, so perhaps he's no longer quite maintaining that un-annoyed expression, but he's trying, damn it!]
That would definitely be enough to make me kiss you, incidentally.
[Pause]
But only on the hand.
[He has his virtue, damn it!]
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Date: 2012-03-16 04:24 am (UTC)I wish I could. I sorely do. But that'd be against pirate law. It'd be worth m'head to do that. [Bringing (mostly useless) objects is one thing. Even things that might be used to escape but couldn't be traced back to him. Actively breaking out a prisoner, though, that was something else entirely.
But he did want that kiss.]
What if I brought m'own lock with me next time and picked that for you?
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Date: 2012-03-16 04:41 pm (UTC)[But wait! A thought occurs!]
This lock, that you'd bring to pick for me, would it be anything like the one on this cell?
[He tries to make another potentially alluring, potentially just less angry face.]
Perhaps you could show me how? It would be, so that I could understand you, and your work better, and therefore would not in any way infringe upon pirate law?
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Date: 2012-03-16 11:00 pm (UTC)[Narv brightens at the suggestion.]
A five pin tumbler? Yeah, I could bring one of those and show you how it's done. [Narv is quite happy with the idea of having an opportunity to show off for the Commodore.]
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Date: 2012-03-16 11:47 pm (UTC)Excellent! I look forward to your demonstration with baited breath.
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Date: 2012-03-16 11:57 pm (UTC)Until tomorrow, then, sir.
[He blows a kiss and scampers off.]