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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Oct 25, 2003 20:19:27 GMT -5
*Arayel does a little hop and claps happily when Maria comes too.* She's Alive!!! *A slightly puzzled look crosses her face when Maria speaks but then she smiles impishly kneeling next to Emma and whispering in her ear.* Ye know mate, we could have a mite of fun with this amnesia thing....
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Oct 25, 2003 23:11:18 GMT -5
::Barbossa glares at Arayel and Emma for touching him, but before he can pull out his pistol, Maria starts to wake up. The two women rush over to her, and he brushes off the shoulder of his coat before joining them. They gather around Maria, relieved that she's not dead. But when she speaks, their jaws drop open, and they look around worridly at each other:: Erm, just stay calm... I've seen this sort o' thing before. All we 'ave ta do ta bring her memory back is hit her on the head with something and knock her out again! I'll go first..." ::He grabs a nearby mug and smacks it on the top of Maria's head::
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Oct 25, 2003 23:16:47 GMT -5
:Emma snatches the mug away from Barbossa:What in the bleedin' 'ell d'yeh think we're doing??:She glances at Arayel and smirks,obviously thinking of all the fun they can have with this:Yeh'll hurt 'er,yeh big idiot!
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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Oct 26, 2003 17:19:53 GMT -5
*Arayel nods vehemently* Aye, aye, ye don' wanna go bumpin' 'er on the noggin again. She's 'ad quite enough already. *She sidles up next to Emma, pulling her off to the side, and whispers in her ear* So mate, should we make 'er think she's a wealthy heiress, or should we scare 'er good an proper an' convince 'er she's the daughter of this lubber 'ere. *She says jerking her thumb towards Barbossa* Course we could always convince 'er she's a goat. *Arayel muses*
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Oct 26, 2003 22:15:28 GMT -5
::Barbossa glares at Emma:: Idiot?! ...That wasn't very nice...! ::He raises his eyebrow when the two of them start whispering, and tries to scoot closer to hear. This results only in a smart blow to his nose:: OW! Grrr, what was that fer?! I swear, no respect! ::He reaches for another mug and prepares to strike Emma on the head with it this time::
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Post by Evelyn on Oct 28, 2003 0:32:17 GMT -5
At this point Evelyn stood quickly and pulled that mug away from Barbossa and called " 'Eh! Emma's right hittin' 'er over the head isn't goin' te help!" she says with a laugh and keeping the mug out of his grips. "No, we have to try and remind her of some old things...something she treasures...and Arayel...really that suggestion. Yer all mad! No, like I said bring back some old memories maties...some good times or if it comes to it, some really bad ones..." she says looking at Maria hoping they could bring the memory back to her.
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Oct 28, 2003 9:50:57 GMT -5
:Emma ignores Evelyn's suggestions completely.She grabs from somewhere behind her back...her Magic Spork!Swinging it in a graceful arc which just so happens to include the point where Barbossa's head is,she points it at Maria: BE HEALED!!!Don't ye recognize yer own...erm...grandfather??:She demands,pointing at Barbossa:
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Oct 28, 2003 12:55:54 GMT -5
* The knocking of mugs against her head would settle or help Maria* " He's.................My grandfather?" * She says pointing at Barbossa* " But,..... he looks to old."
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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Oct 28, 2003 16:01:48 GMT -5
*Arayel grins and steps in to play along* Aye mate, yer grandfather he is, I know he looks old, but tha's just 'cause o' he's been awfully worried about ye. Said he sent you out over a week ago for chocolate covered strawberries and ye never come back. Maybe ye should go give him a right big hug, an' a kiss on the cheek? *Arayel grins in her most innocent manner to Barbossa.*
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Post by Carrie "Longshanks" Barker on Oct 29, 2003 10:26:22 GMT -5
"Who on earth would want to touch their lips to Barbossa's decaying skin?" *Carrie asked with a grimace* "Ye should be a sad lass to have such a granddad as this bad egg 'ere."
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Post by Maria Maharet/Turner on Oct 29, 2003 14:54:10 GMT -5
"uhh are you sure....?" * sh gets up and looks in the parlor mirror* "'e doesn't look like me?...whats my name?" * She looks at Barbossa then at Arayel* " Whats his name.'e looks dead.."
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Post by Captain Morgan Barbossa on Oct 29, 2003 22:29:38 GMT -5
::Barbossa attempts to steal his mug back from Evelyn, but just before he reaches it, he is poked in the eye by an oversized and rather smelly spork. He whips around to see...Maria staring back at him, examining him closely, and calling him...grandfather??:: What the bloody 'ell is goin' on 'ere?! Why are ye all starin' at me like that?! An' the next landlubber ta call me old is gonna get a monkey up the - ::He is suddenly interrupted when Arayel suggests Maria give him a kiss:: WHAT?? Alright, this be goin' too far, maties! It be one thing ta pick on Maria, but me??
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Oct 29, 2003 22:29:54 GMT -5
Well,you mostly get your looks from your mother,anyways.Your name is Francine Davis,and you come from Port Royal.Don't worry about your grandfathers looks too much.You know,some people age worse than others.It's hit the poor devil's mind a bit hard,too.Sometimes he can't even recognize you...seems to think he's some sort of a pirate.
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Post by Arayel Montclaire on Oct 30, 2003 3:04:20 GMT -5
Aye Francine our friend 'ere's right. You're the spittin' immage of yer mum... And The poor blighter that's yer grandad 'ere, 'e's slightly touched in the 'ead is all. ye've been carin' for 'im these last few months and what with ye gone, it just threw 'im o'er the edge it did. Poor sad sorry blighter. *Arayel shakes her head sadly* It get's ye righ' 'ere it does. *She tapped herself lightly near her heart with a fisted hand, and wiped away a small tear from her eye. She'd always been able to cry on command, was part of what made her such an effective liar, when she chose to be. Though she rarely chose to be, but at the moment she was just having much to much fun to let this go*
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Post by Emma Hawkins/Rick MacKinnon on Oct 30, 2003 12:08:25 GMT -5
:Emma nods solemnly:Aye...'s good that yeh've come around,someone needs to keep the blighter out'f trouble.
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