Khana
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Post by Khana on Sept 8, 2009 23:18:05 GMT -5
Khana was wading through the hustle and bustle of the cleaing activities. He made his was to someone he knew, the first beast to introduce himself since he had joined the crew.
"Hey, One-Eye. An overly aggresive mouthbox upstairs told me to come down here and help mop the Brig. So where's the stuff?" he asked, not realizing he was being rude.
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Sept 8, 2009 23:52:06 GMT -5
"Hey, One-Eye. An overly aggresive mouthbox upstairs told me to come down here and help mop the Brig.
One-eye tilted his head towards Khana hearing. "That overly aggressive mouthbox is Blade...Tha' first mate...You bes' show respect to him matey..." he said giving a friendly warning.
...So where's the stuff?"
"We'll ya' wont find it in 'ere mate. If ya want a mop and a bucket check the Infirmary. I'm sure you'll find one there...what with all the blood they deal with they need it! Bahahaha!" He said turning back around to tend to the beast trying to clean up for the journey. "Hey! put that down! Thats still good! I don't care if were had it seven months! Iv always eaten cheese that old! Makes it better!"
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Khana
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Post by Khana on Sept 9, 2009 0:11:52 GMT -5
Khana tried to make his way to the infirmary, but managed to get lost in the jumble of the lower deck. He walked around disoriented, until he came to an old door, with the word infirmary scratched into it...
He slowly reached for the handle, turned it, pushed... And nothing happened. He tilted his head to the side, and then tried again... Nothing. This time, he jiggled the handle, and still nothing. He pulled up on the handle, thinking maybe it was dragging on the floor, but it didn't budge. Finally, he got frustrated enough that he took a few steps back, and charged the door, knocking it loose and landing on the floor of the infirmary, face first...
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Sept 10, 2009 16:19:26 GMT -5
Khana landed on a blood soaked floor. Not a dry floor...a wet, blood soaked, floor that was stained with blood from all the past times the injured had been brought in. Even the walls were stained with blood. In fact the entire ship was quiet unsanitary. The ships decks seemed to have blood stains on it...more than likely from never being cleaned. The Smell was just as bad as the sight of things. The ship smelled like death...The Skipper liked it... He didn't mind if it was cleaned...but the stains were permanent...those would never leave...
A shadow appeared over Khana. It was dark, and towering, figure. An otter with dark, almost black fur. No scars or tattoos whatsoever. The otters eye seemed to have a light but noticeable red glow to them. He was tall and very muscular too, even moreso than the Skipper. He wore a black tunic with a black hooded cloak. Around his neck and tucked in his tunic collar, was a medallion with a blue sapphire trimmed in gold. The Otter gave a swift kick to Khana's ribcage which would send him into the wall 2 feet from where the beast landed from the door. The Towering figure said nothing...if it was an intruder or stowaway the beast would give him no chance to find anything out...Khana would have to speak first...
The figure pulled a massive, oversized meat cleaver from back and held it at his side waiting for the otter to speak.
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Khana
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Post by Khana on Sept 13, 2009 12:50:27 GMT -5
"Oow!" Khana yelled in protest as he rolled across the blood stained floor. He lost his breath as he hit the wall, a thud resounding in the entire room. Khana got up as fast as he could, despite the lack of air in his lungs.
"What's your problem?" he asked, holding his side.
The otter was much larger than he had ever seen before, and dark fur covered his body. He was an unusual one, a meat clever in his paw, and remaining silent.
"Ummm... Who are you?"
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Sept 13, 2009 14:30:13 GMT -5
"What's your problem?" he asked, holding his side.
Undertaker simply stared straight into the young otter's eyes as if searching his soul. The otter seemed to have an unnatural presence about him. He was indeed very different from any of the other otters onboard or on land for that matter.
"Ummm... Who are you?"
Undertaker took a couple of steps forward ignoring Khana's question and wanting hiw own questions answered first. "Why are you here...." The Large otter asked in a deep voice having hardly an otter accent at all if any...which made him all the more intimidating to those onboard...why would the Skipper have a beast like this onboard!?
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Khana
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Post by Khana on Sept 13, 2009 14:47:29 GMT -5
It was more of a demand then a question. And something was unsettling about this otter. Khana was actually amazed by him. Not only had the other otter just assaulted him, but he felt obligated to answer his question, like his voice was compelling him to answer.
"I'm Khana Swiftwater," he replied, realizing the other had never asked his name. "And I'm a new crew member, brought on by the Skipper..."
Khana paused. Somehow, he felt that wasn't the best answer to give or perhaps not what the other otter had wanted to hear, but what was said was said. He released his breathe, only now realizing the burning in his lungs. He scolded himself for being so foolish.
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Sept 13, 2009 14:56:18 GMT -5
"I'm Khana Swiftwater," he replied, realizing the other had never asked his name. "And I'm a new crew member, brought on by the Skipper..."
The otter continued the stare. His eyes seemed to solid and without pupils. He reached over with his free paw and closed the door and locked it, never taking his eyes off Khana. "Why are you here..." He asked again taking a couple more steps forward but not raising his voice. 2 of the sick otters in the infirmary turned their heads away not wanting to see what would happen next.
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Khana
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Post by Khana on Sept 13, 2009 15:04:48 GMT -5
Admiration was replaced by a feeling that he was being threatened. He didn't think that the door being locked was a good sign. His body tensed, and he clenched his paw, trying to remain calm. What exactly have you gotten yourself into! he thought.
"I'm here cause One-Eye told me there'd be a mop in here..." he started, "I was ordered by Blade to mop the Brig..."
He didn't know what would happen next, whether it would lead to a confrontation or not, but he didn't feel he was ready. It hadn't been that long ago when the Skipper had beaten him in a fight, and he didn't know if he'd be prepared for a fight...
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Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Sept 13, 2009 15:13:12 GMT -5
"I'm here cause One-Eye told me there'd be a mop in here..." he started, "I was ordered by Blade to mop the Brig..."
Undertaker raised his cleaver above his head as if to strike. But in the same motion replaced it behind his back in its sheath. His face was emotionless. He pointed to a bloody mop and bucket in the far corner.
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