It might be worth botting her for now? I'd really hate to let this just die.
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Round 2, Initiative Count 11 Kila once again tries to thump the creature multiple times with his hammers, but it seems that the sudden addition of the webbing is hindering him rather than helping him at the moment. Or maybe it's just the interrupted sleep catching up with him. Regardless of the actual reason, the result general ineffectiveness, prompting a string of incoherent curses saltier than the sea outside the hull.
Round 1, Initiative Count 11
Kila, a bit bleary and confused, is mostly angry at having his rest interrupted. Both his hammers are quickly in his hands and he's ready to put this crazy thing down. He swings both his hammers in rapid succession, though he's not quite sure if he's supposed to hit the tentacled being or the moaning crewman, and his hesitance shows in the effectiveness of the second hammer. "What the devil is that?" he demands of nobody in particular.
It seems that way. It's been almost a week :\
I'm not entirely sure how to proceed from there. Should we start posting the next day's actions, perhaps?
Kila, much more alert tonight, tries to spend some time tonight to get more of an idea of who's on the ship with them. Specifically, he's most interested in finding out some more about that auburn-haired woman who seems to have his interests at heart. Unfortunately, his gruff demeanor can be extremely off-putting to others.
Kilah is feeling quite a bit better today. It seems he's worked the drugs out of his system, and his morale is at an all-time high after the amusing end to the potential altercation earlier. He's not thrilled to work the bilges, but while it's stinking work, it isn't difficult. If this ship is anything like the Karaboudjan, then there's probably some interesting stuff that's gotten lost down here over time, and he tries to keep an eye out for anything of interest while he goes about it.
Unfortunately, the stench is really quite distracting.
Kila stares for a moment, dumbfounded by the sudden and unexpected torrent of water before breaking out into riotous laughter. "Thank ya fer that," he says putting the hammers away and clapping Calah on the back. "That just broke all th' tension an' totally made my day! Where'd ya learn a neat trick like that?"
Understood, thanks! Since he beat me in initiative, I'd like to wait to see what he does before I post my own actions for round 1.
Do they look like they're wearing armor? If not I'll probably try non-lethal damage until that one with the dagger cuts me.
"It just never ends here, does it?" asks Kila, rhetorically. "Whether we're in a hurry or not, ya best stand aside else we're gonna have a problem. And when all ya have is a hammer, every problem looks like a nail." With a great deal of quickness, both of the light hammers that the mystery woman had passed to him are in his hands and ready to go. "So, ya miscreants want t'get out of the way, or are ya in the mood t'get nailed?"
Kila raises an eyebrow, but tries not to draw attention to the exchange. He feels like he has a bit more agency now, though, with the ability to defend himself if he needs to. He's really curious about who that woman might be, and why she would want him armed, but for now he feels the best thing is to sleep off whatever lingering effects that grog in Port Peril had that have made him so worn out. There'll probably be plenty of time for asking questions in future nights, and the work will be much harder tomorrow if he's already tired to start with.
Kila knows what he's doing with the ropes, but still seems to be feeling some lingering effects from whatever these pirates had used to knock him out, and the work makes him much more tired that it has any right to.
Kila stares down Scourge, deciding whether or not he really wants to go through with further antagonizing this man. Ultimately, he decides that he's taken this far enough, and he'll save this beating for another, more important, battle. If he's going to have to be a swab, he would prefer to do it mostly intact. He doesn't want to appear to be intimidated, however, so he scowls back silently waiting for the other party to make the next move, muscles tensed for anything just in case.
As a heads-up, I'm going to be traveling this weekend. I'll definitely not be able to post sat/sun, and probably most of monday, too
"I'm as much a landlubber as you are," answers Kila with narrowed eyes. "I s'pose it's too much to hope that means yer not talkin' to me, though. If Plugg's that sorry excuse for a talent scout, then yeah. He's done with us." Kila nods to the door Scourge came out of, knowing that sooner or later he's going to get it, big time, but it's better to find out just how far that line is, and how much he can get away with, while he's still fresh and a little insolence is expected. "Who're you supposed to be, anyway? The bo'sun or the cabin girl?"
I'm still here. I'm hoping that isn't the case :\
"Ya really don't wanna let me anywhere near the galley," says Kila, crossing his arms. "I'm still mighty bitter about this whole thing, and sure any food I make would show it. How much salt do ya think ya can handle at once?"
Just Calah, I think, unless I wasn't clear that I was taking 10 the whole way up and down, perhaps :\
For once Kila doesn't comment right away, but he also doesn't hurry either. Instead he rolls his eyes, saving his energy for whatever comes after and taking the easy way up. It's something he's been doing for so long, the thought that it could be a test is frankly absurd to him.
"What's next?" he asks when he gets back down. "Testin' to see if we can breathe an' recognize colors?"
Kila regards Tik Tik for a moment, trying to understand what might have prompted the question. "Whaddaya mean?" he asks back, quietly in a startlingly calm voice that represents a complete reversal of his attitude. "Pirates don't take anything ya say seriously unless ya shout an' call 'em names while yer at it."
"Exactly what I'm talkin' about," says Kila as though he's talking to a small child. "We only ever had ta do that twice the whole time I can remember on my old ship, and I was there my whole life. Free men who make agreements are far more likely ta be content, see. You're all goin' about this all wrong, ya blathering incontinents. I'm shocked this whole boat hasn't erupted into mutinous flames by now."
Kila mutters inaudible curses the whole time he climbs the rope ladder. For Kila, they may as well have lowered a proper set of stairs for how easy that is.
"Yer captain's a codfish's lung," he offers, at the top. "Takin' self-respectin' pirates doesn't inspire much in the way of loyalty or enthusiasm. Never woulda done somethin' like this on the Karaboudjan. We got our crew as free men!"
Sounds fine to me
Kila watches as the others come to consciousness around him, each seemingly stranger than the last. Perhaps they'd been captured by a travelling freak show. He's heard of such things before, but that wouldn't really explain why he's here, so kidnapped by pirates is probably still the most likely scenario. "I'm Kila," he says, sullenly. "Most of my life I've been a pirate on the Karaboudjan," he pauses for a moment glaring around at the others in case they want to make something of the ship's name or his life on it, "until she was destroyed with almost all hands by a blasted Kraken." He spits after the word for emphasis. "I had just managed to float my way to Port Peril and was just starting to look for a new crew to join when I woke up here. Stupid nincompoops shoulda just asked. I probably would've agreed to join 'em freely, if they hadn't pulled a stunt like this. I take my freedom of choice seriously." He pauses again with an extremely sour expression on his face. "And I had better get my axes and hammers back in the same condition I left 'em!" he adds, loudly, for the benefit of anyone listening.
Username: Lee D. Request: I'm thinking some combination of party buffing and/or status removal would be helpful, and free up Tik Tik to go with whatever spells he wants. Perhaps a bard or evangelist cleric or something along those lines?
Kila glares at the talking cat-person for a moment, considering. "I hope you're wrong, 'friend.' If you're right, then being press-ganged is not gonna be nice. If that's what's goin' on here, then I expect the bilge rats that took us keep conditions so bad they couldn't get a pirate to want to join 'em of their own accord." He glares at the cat-person for another moment. "Isn't that right, you filthy, mother-loving..." he shouts at any of the captors that can hear him, trailing off into various and sundry unfavorable comparisons to all sorts of animals, vermin and diseases.
Kila groans audibly from the splitting headache he's woken up with. He's had hangovers before, but this feels different and worse. He's not sure why, and assumes that the Formidably Maid must have been serving some nasty rotgut. Finding himself on a boat he didn't choose to embark, he quickly reaches for his axes... only to find them gone. His hammers are missing, too, and all of his weapons can't have dropped away by accident. The fact he's been disarmed can only be intentional. He lets out a string of unfathomable curses and clutches his head. "Someone's goin' to the depths for this," he mutters, angrily, looking around for someone who isn't a captive to blame. "I demand to know who's got the stones to confuse Kila Nikora with cargo."
Checking in. Thanks for choosing me! I'm fine using either the token I found or the Profile picture if that would be less confusing for everyone.
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