Fine? Just fine you’ll help? The voice scoffed, “Well you could actually try and help,” the voice said, “I cannot walk around at all. Again, sorta’ in a cage.” The voice sounded completely annoyed as this point. There was a silence followed by the sound of something on the soft side hitting something that was not as wielding.
“Omph! Gotta’... Get... Out...!”
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Oh great! His saviour was broken. Perfect. The ash palmie sighed, shaking his head. Well, beggar can’t be choosers, right?
“Alright I’ll wait here...” The palmie muttered, sticking his foot in the door to keep it open while Brian played hero. He only needed the velix to play hero for himself/herself, not everyone else on the boat! And of course to help the other palmie... wait, what?
Yes, when Brian returned there was yet another palmie.
“Thanks for saving us, Mister!” The palmie said with a happy squeal, both following after the velix. Of course being without arms and being on the small size the palmies had difficulty getting out. The ash seemed to be protecting the smaller common, making sure the smaller one was firmly on the next step up before following. But they were rushing too and sooner rather then later the ash palmie lost its footing, only two rungs from getting out.
It’s mouth was open in a comical “o” shape as it fell and it would have been funny if there wasn’t a thrashing, angry khimera and hydrolisk with a sword down there.
The common palmie had made it to the deck and had started to cry.
“Are you... okay?” the smaller, brighter palmie asked, calling down.
“I’m... okay... Go on ahead! I’ll get out, no worries!” The ash said, already scooting away from the fight going on infront of it.
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The voice in the back of this dark room grew angry. Ugh! These prisoners were absolutely useless!
“Stop your gripping and help me out of here! I’m use to the beach and trees and sun and I’m surrounded by metal and dark, how do you think
Ifeel?! Get over here and help me out!”
“Excuse me, sir?” there was a palmie there, quite suddenly. She appeared like a ghost, “Please do not shout... Infact, all of you should pipe down. The beentanke is not around... but he could be brought down here to silence us and I suspect none of us would like that...” That said the palmie, who didn’t seem to be chained, kicked a small, think piece of metal towards the scientist, the light of the flames on his tails playing eerily across the palmies face. The eyes were almost whitethey were so light and she was squinting a little. To bright to her sensitive eyes? Perhaps she had been in the dark too long?
The other voice, from the back of the ship huffed, "Get away! They're helping ME, not YOU!"
"If you asked nice, I would help you too. All you do is get mad..." this palmie seemed much more softly spoken then whoever was in the back of the ship, "When you get mad you get violent..."
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There was a lot going on down here and Spitz turned to hissing and, haha, spitting as he tried to regain the upper hand in this situation. But Lolana easily over powered the gangly hydrolisk. He hit one wall when her paw came up and hit him in the chest and he went flying.
The palmies on the ladder, along with the velix were already up on the deck. All but the ash who was left abandoned in the room just below them. It didn’t cry for help or assistance, it only restarted it’s climb. The smaller, more brightly coloured palmie wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity to get the ash palmie some help.
“Hey! Khimera-lady! Can you please help him?” the smaller palmie pled, going up to the large cat seemingly without fear. In a normal circumstance she would have been scared, but being captured by pirates was far from normal.
(( Tried not to give them genders. X___X; I triiied. ))
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(( Sorry. D8> He’s in a barrel so I’m trying to keep it vague since he’s in the dark. :c FAIL... on my part, obviously. P=; ))
“S-storage...” Meeky squeaked. When the strange furry thing with all the bags didn’t gut him he cook offered his hand. He was a small thing, maybe five foot, including the curly black afro-type hair that grew tightly against the top of his head. His eyes darted all around Creet, irises of red and yellow moving so fast they seemed to be almost orange. But no, the pupils were black with a ring of yellow or gold which then turned into a striking blood red. For a kid with such scary eyes he wasn’t very intimidating.
“Well, I mean, you’re in the storage on the ship The Amethyst Shadow. I-It’s a pi-pirate ship. I-is that yours?” Meeky asked as the
generic pink watch, which had apparently been in the barrel with Creet, fell out as the strange character pulled himself from the barrel.
Meeky stooped down, picked it up and offered it to Creet, “I don’t think I... I cau-caught your name?”
(( Sorry I suck. xD;; <333 ))