#nabeandfriends

[kazeofthemagun]

@nabeandfriends asked the summoner:

Kaze breaks into Malik's house, on his birthday, yelling about bread??

Nabe has determined it's time for consequences. The breadbug is the first target, followed by Kaze himself.

Is anti-tank weaponry overkill for a single breadbug? Probably, but changing weapons takes time.

Annoy Malik Day || Continued from [ X ]

@kingdom-of-mxginica

The appearance of the crow fae was noted as the Wind abruptly stopped his "search", turning to face potential danger. And a potential danger it was, indeed.

How did she get.. all those armaments in here at a moment's notice..? So, his hunch had been correct. There must have been some teleporting at play.

(The breadbug was, thankfully, smart enough to escape in the momentary confusion - though it sure did not go unnoticed.)

"Crow." The gunslinger addressed the woman, ocean orbs narrowed. As it was, he was mere seconds away from being blasted, but he was willing to take the risk. "It may be your bread that is teleported next. Are you truly picking the correct fight?"

[sins-of-the-sea]

[Original thread, @nabeandfriends ]

"These Seven and I share the same Master--the very Master whose Eye has been gouged out. No matter which part of the world and regardless of where it is moved, I can point to the direction of the Eye as it would be in real time. Or any object as long as it is asked of me, precisely and concretely.

"This includes seven Keys of St. Emilio, hidden around the World to keep the locker in which the Eye has been kept. Even if the Sins of the Sea find the Eye, they would not have access to it as long as it's safely locked. They'll need the Keys first. And if I am in their possession, I can tell them where they are."

[nostomannia]

Unprompted || @nabeandfriends

A crow perched on a branch above the brown-and-green haired woman. The corvid seemed to crane her neck to try and look at what she was doing, before finally... Speaking?

"What doing? Art?"

"...Mh?" Well, she heard someone talking, although she couldn't pinpoint the voice. Solita looked up from her sketchpad, glancing around with confusion. Wasn't Deity- didn't sound like them. Was she finally and truly losing her mind now?

The Drifter tilted her head up, looking at the bird that was settled above her. Well, the voice did come from above but... "That wasn't you talkin', right?" She asked as if a crow of all things could answer. There'd been stranger things that'd happened, and this was the only answer that seemed plausible.

[chiromutt]

(@nabeandfriends - Nabe)

The crow stares. And stares. And tilts her head.

She is forming an Opinion™, please wait...

"Blue!" Nabe declares suddenly, feathers puffing up. "Friend? Blue friend??"

Wait is this entirely about Chinchiro's hair color?

"Birb friend!" She offers the chatty crow her hands to climb on.

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

(@nabeandfriends - Nabe)

Oh good gods, there's a crow in the library!

Repeat, there is a crow in the library!

... Nabe would like help putting her birthday hat back on. oAo

"...ah, A Happy Birthday to you then, is it, Nabe? Hold on a moment-"

It would no be long before Hriob would give her not one, but two birthday hats- and a small bowl of berries for her to munch on to boot-

[hymnofshadows-archive]

"Half of Nabe's '100% real science' facts are obviously made up on the spot. I'd take everything she says with a healthy dose of skepticism."

[sins-of-the-sea]

…Okay, yeah that did it. As soon as Ruixiong is shot in the arm, he is now too debilitated to do anything, not even float. Sure, he can still flee, but the initial pain is too much to overcome to even think about fleeing right now.

"操你妈, 贱女人!! You'll get yours! You'll get yours!!" Ruixiong screams as he writhes on top of the roof, now with an arm and leg shot. And as if things can't get any worse…. his rolling was careless enough to get him to fall off the roof.

And that's not all.

"Ruixiong! Ruixiong! Where are you?! We need to get back to the ship!" Giovanni calls out, unaware of Malik's party and without any intention to crash it. Nevertheless, he's still an intruder. Don't worry, Nabe, no need to reload your rifle.

Because Ruixiong fell on Giovanni, thereby knocking them both out. It shouldn't take too long for Malik to send someone else to take out the trash.

He looked mad.

Nabe... guessed that was a reasonable response, given the circumstances. He's the one who started it, though.

... That bandage on his other leg looked like it'd make a nice target, would that be too mean?

Probably, actually. It's already hurt.

She decided to hit one of his arms instead.

Hm... most people are right-handed so if Nabe aimed for his left, he should be mostly okay, right? Yeah, that would probably be right.

His left arm... That's the one on the right?

He was moving around too much to make this easy. Rude.

Deep breath and... BANG!!

[elementalnight-archived]

Archiving this blog

((Hey all. As much as the story and ideas I wanted to explore here interested me, I simply have more muse for other characters.))

((Y'all can find me at my other RP blogs: @shatteredwastes, @hymnofshadows, and @nabeandfriends, but I don't believe I'll be logging back into this one again.))

[sins-of-the-sea]

The Cruel Choice

As much as Guy wants to avoid having to submit the whole Crew to the Master for punishment for thoughtlessly killing Phoebus, his attempts at raiding souls solo ended up with him shot in the head, thereby partially blinding and paralyzing him. Captain Frascona and Abena find Guy just in time for the decision to either raid or be punished. But they still have to approach the Master, as the Crew is in a state unsuitable for much of anything, let alone a raid.

Guy winces at the sight of Giovanni, who seems to be bruised up but otherwise still on his feet. Though he gasps as he sees Ruixiong and Rashid with what is left of his good eye. "Aah! What happened to them?!"

"Lots of things. Ruixiong ran off to do his own thing and got himself injured… then injured some more. And Rashid…

"The less we talk about what happened to Rashid, the better." Frascona waves over to Giovanni. "Do you have the conch?"

"Yes, Captain…" Giovanni says as he holds up the conch used to call for the Master--the same one Guy watched him use some nights ago. Though now, it is not made of gold.

"Good. Help me settle Guy with Rashid and Ruixiong. I'll do the talking with the Master. He'll surely be greatly displeased with what I allowed to happen to my Crew."

"But… you didn't allow this to happen."

"I did not, no. But I am still your Captain, and I am responsible for you all. I am taking full accountability over what happened to you all here."

Guy wanted to cry on the spot as he is placed next to Ruixiong, unconscious from blood loss, and Rashid, fully dead. "I'm sorry, Captain! I'm truly sorry! I'm sorry for everything! I really am, I'm so very sorry!"

"Guy. Stop. You did enough. Demonia, set sail as far from land as you can. Until there is nothing to see in the horizon."

The floorboards and hull of the ship groan as the sails unfurl and the anchors are aweighed. And once the galleon is far enough…

Frascona blows onto the conch, a different sound from what Giovanni made as the conch's material shell fogs in the Captain's hand. This time, the sea merely opens as the Devil's Locker is revealed once more, with pillars of the sea surrounding the ship like walls as opposed to dragging it down.

Guy looks upon the waves with confusion as the ship remains on the surface. He turns to Giovanni, awaiting an explanation.

To which Giovanni obliges. "Because he is our Captain, Josep is supposedly the only one who should be using that conch to beckon the Master upon us. The Master knows it's Josep because he's using his Gift to call upon him. When I use my gift, the Master knows it's me... and I would be making my secret monthly reports.

"I didn't have to use a conch to call the Master. When I ran off, he found me on his own..."

"The Master has different ways of tracking souls. I observed these ways wax and wane too. I'm not sure how. If by the moon, as the tides do, or not....

"Or he could tell your soul was dying. And wanted to be there when it does."

"All of this happened because I ran off like a child from stupid, stupid words winter of last year..."

Giovanni reaches for Guy's hand. He squeezes it tight.

"Everything should be over soon. Because this is Josep calling upon the Master, his approach should be different."

"Tell me the Master won't lash out at him like he has at you. It's not fair. Even if he's our Captain."

"....I can't promise that, Guy. I'm really sorry."

[nostomannia]

Birthday twins! || @nabeandfriends

The crow tilts her head, studying Sol quietly.

She proposes a trade.

Nabe offers for you - special today - a shiny birthday thing (1 earring, handcrafted from silver wire wrapped around a nice amber).

What does Sol offer in return?

Solita raised a brow at the bird. Offering a present to her, huh? She may as well return the favor. "Hmm, lemmie see." She had plenty of trinkets, there was no doubt to be something perfect for the crow!

It took a moment of searching, but Solita quickly picked up a blue feather-shaped pendant, covered in intricate designs that she hung by a a ribbon that she could then place around Nabe's neck.

"If I had more time, I'd've made a portrait for you. 'R even a little felted friend."

But, hopefully this was a satisfying trade for her!

[hymnofshadows-archive]

"I'm taking this with me and no one can stop me!" Shylow proclaims, placing Nabe in a wagon decorated like that of a royal. Grapes and little egg slices are in a bowl for the crow to feed upon.

The demon starts to walk away.

Maria watches quietly, raising an eyebrow.

"... Alright, you two have fun."

Listen, it's going to keep Nabe from eating all her food, so she'll allow it.

[project115]

His ears perked up. He liked Tuna. He just didn't know what a tuna salad was. "What's a tuna salad?"

Asking that was better than thinking about the past.

"I guess we can try to talk to her tonight then." Xiaolong was still nervous and a little down from his crying. "Maybe you could describe my arms to her instead, see what she thinks."

He was getting up, ready to go upstairs with Nabe.

[xxlordalexanderxx]

(@nabeandfriends - Nabe)

There's a crow, looking up at Alexander with its feathers all puffed up.

It's time to scold!

"Bad pur-ple! No scare! No sits!"

He looks around, mildly puzzled as to the whereabouts of the sound til his fiery gaze falls on the small corvid before him. He smiles impishly, and crouches down to get a better look.

"Now who is this little mouthful~? I could use another pound of flesh for my upcoming feast." He's jesting of course, he's grown fond of crows in recent. Besides, too many feathers to deal with anyway. But the crow doesn't know that.

[sins-of-the-sea]

(@nabeandfriends - Nabe)

Oh, oh dear. It would seem that the current turmoil in the waters has thrown the poor bird off balance. Nabe does not have sea legs, she's not a sea-faring creature, she fell out of her nest and is now making the saddest, most pathetic noises she can muster.

Someone pay attention to her she's suffering.

"Ohhh!! Oh, dear! Sweetie, don't try to fly off, the winds are too dangerous!!" Abena then attempts to firmly hold Nabe by hugging over her wings to secure them while keeping herself steady while the ship rocks against the waves. She makes her way below decks to one of the hammocks, setting the crow there and even adding some extra blankets for extra warmth and security. As the hammock is freely dangling, Nabe should be less affected by the ship's turbulence.

"There, there, sweetling," Abena says as she strokes the bird's head down her back. "I know it's scary right now, but that's just the ocean for you. La Demonia won't sink. She keeps up safe." She then knocks on the nearby wall.

The ship responds with a rhythmic knocking on the wood.

"See? She takes care of us. You're safe now.~"

[nostomannia]

".........."

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

A masquerade mask, made of beech. Painted green - decorated with emeralds. The image of a hot air balloon flying over a cityscape can be made out among the intricate gold leaf designs. On the back - runes in a foreign script, but one Hriob has seen before.

With it, was a note:

"Your mask, as ordered. Using magic as you put it on will activate the illusions. I hope it suits your needs. - MT"

Shaking hands quietly grab the note, then the mask, as the Shaman - eyes faintly bloodshot, silent and fidgeting with desperate focus, trying to resist the urges of the spirits already running rampant through his head - briefly gives a sigh of relief, before donning the mask-

A burst of green light overwhelms the room, and where once a grey-cloaked figure in body wraps crouched over the parcel, now stood a much similar figure, if only in stature... instead of monk-like clothes, however, fine bright silks criss-crossed over his exposed skin, underneath a fancy, almost sparkling Pearl-and-Emerald tuxedo, with a far more streamlined, golden masquerade piece covering the skin around his eyes down over his nose. Where once he held a staff of twisted, living oak, ash, and thorn, now was a small, slim, polished wand of ebon-stained elder, capped with white pearlescent fittings on either end with the faintest hints of emerald and gold accents around their edges.

A powerful, subtle, all-encompassing glamour, but still only an illusion in the end... however, the spirits loose upon the world, not yet at full presence yet already heavily felt by their Shaman, already found their power solidifying, making more real what was still only illusion...

"Ah, about time. The Show Must Go On, after all... and I have much to see, to do, to meet, and to perform for! I wonder, though, if I'll be seeing any lost girls, cute dogs, tin-men, strawmen, or lions in the next few weeks... Time will tell, it seems! Onwards!"