<font color='#F8F8FF'>This was probably really unorthodox. The Graders were probably watching her right this very second, in an invisible aerial machina right above her, shaking their fists and saying, Okkie, you are in deep, deep trouble with the law! But the female pendragon didn't care if that was true. Nope. Not at all! She closed her brilliant blue orbs and stretched out over the donut-shaped float, her arms folded behind her head. Okkie licked her lips and smiled as she relaxed, her tail trailing in the sea's salty water, imagining the Graders being peeved over this. She didn't know them, but she knew they loved organization and order, and that anyone rebelling against normalcy was pretty damn stupid in their book. Well, call me stupid, then, she thought, twitching a hind foot and letting her thoughts glide to happier places, as her float rolled over the waves, spraying her ivory wings. The Graders were forgotten as the caramel 'dragon thought about her trip to this specific spot. She'd been bored ever since her Evil Board experience, which had been a mere two days ago. Her being ached for adventure every second of the day! It said, Now, dammit! So, Okkie had obeyed. She'd conjured up a map of Ramath-lehi, had studied it for about half a second, and decided... THERE! She'd been to the Nyonge Mountain Range, and she'd crawled all over Swaraj's mainland. Now, it was time for XII to explore the sliver of sea in between! Hm, yes! She'd rolled that map up, tossed it over her shoulder, and taken flight immediately. Well, not before she'd grabbed an inner tube, of course! And here she was. Just a few miles off the coast of Swaraj, floating hither and thither, her mind being wiped blank of all thoughts now. This was the life, it was. She'd just relax here, let Sagar take her where it would. After all, to it, she was nothing but a little rubber duck toy, to play with, and XII would let it float her wherever it desired... ((*Tria Day 36 Year 3. Hm... private for those invited. Be prepared for a goofy experience.))</font>
<font color='#EE9A4D'>It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a.. pendragon? Cutting through the air like a butter knife through, well.. butter, a bright blue blur plumetted through the sky erratically. It buzzed and spluttered during its descent, a few high-pitched screeches echoing in the air. <font color=white>I'm gonna dieeeeeee!</font> The mouse-sized flier tumbled head over heels in a tangle of blue and black fur, gossamer wings, and a flurry of minty ribbons. She fell like a stone through the sky, though due to her size the Ranger looked more like a shooting star. Which would be quite a strange sight indeed, it was daytime after all. Right? Well Hexa didn't exactly know, as all she saw was a big whirl of blue. Blue above her, blue below her, blue around her. Surely she was drowning in blue! Was that possible? The Master's mixed up thoughts were accelerated when the vast expanse of water beneath her seemed to grow quicker than ever before, surging toward her like a great oceanic beast. She struggled to grasp the empty air around her, but she knew her efforts were in vain when she could see the large round tube beneath her. Vaulting headfirst into the inflated rubber, Hexa sprung upwards a few feet in the air before splattering quite unceremoniously into the water.</font>
<font color='#F8F8FF'>((I'm gonna go ahead and post. The others can jump in anytime.)) Okkie fluttered her eyelids a few times. Her splendid blues then peeled open and peered up at the great dome of the sky. It was big... really big. All at once 'Kie found she was breathless. She felt tiny. Like a little rubber ducky beneath the ginormous (jy-norr-muss) sky and above the fathomless (fa-thumb-luss) sea. A crippling sense of smallness crept into her body and she tried to take a deep breath. She opened her maw wide — and then suddenly it was full of salty water. The banded femme spluttered and sat up on her float (which bobbed hither and thither). She quirked a curious brow and peered around. Her eyes were super extra special shifty©. But there was no one there...? Just a few ripples. So Okkie called out (in a voice that was half assertive and half shifty and half nervous): “If you are looking for the cream filling — it ain’t here!”</font>
<font color='#EE9A4D'><font color=white>"Bbbbut.. what if I want.. sprinkles?"</font> She gurgled. A tiny, black, masked head popped out from the waters behind the lounging pendragon, with buggy, bulging eyes. She pendragon-paddled up to the rubber float and scaled its side. (talk about a climb!) Slinking across its slick surface like a sneaky usurper ready to take on some forgotten kindgom, she trotted along its edge in circles while fanning her damp wings. All the while regarding the caramel female like she was some kind of undiscovered type of fungi, not quite sure if she wanted to poke her or take a bite out of her chocolate flesh. Mmm.. mushrooms. Hexa liked mushrooms. She leaned over and buried a tiny obsidian sniffer in the realms of the stranger's tail fur, inhaling a few times before stumbling back, shocked. <font color=white>"Fleas!"</font></font>
<font color='#F8F8FF'>This pendragon made Okkie want to beat children. But really... the blue-eyed female watched the frisky little creature mount her float and then began to prance and dance around its rim. Her eyebrow was still quirked — and it was arching ever higher as the gossamer-winged miniature stopped and snuffled in Okkie's tail. It almost leapt right off her face at the other's mention of "fleas"... and 'Kie grunted and her eyebrows then went woOoOoOoooOooo all the way back down until they knit together in an expression of mild angst. “Excuse me. No sprinkles for you, you little mutt! Especially after the flea comment... if I have fleas, it’s because you gave them to me when you stuffed your crusty-boogered nose up my crack.” That was rather grotesque. But 'Kie could be like that. She gurgled at the small pendragon... waiting for a response. And trying to stifle the urge to dub the thing "mini-me".</font>
<font color='#000080'>Suddenly, off in the distance, a glimmer on the horizon! But what, exactly, could it be? Was it the graders? Was it a cruise ship of rather rich pendragons going on vacation to an exotic destination? No! In fact, it seemed to be an old car with a giant mast tied to it, manned by two of the worst pirates you'd ever seen - Oli, of course, being one of them. Poorly-drawn flag flying atop its tall mast, the ship slid closer across the cellophane surface of the water, leaving behind it ripples which gurgled their way off into oblivion. "AHOY, MATIES! SOMETHING OFF THE BOW! GET ME TELESCOPE, SAVVY?" roared Oli in the best fake pirate accent he could manage - he was trying his hardest to play the part! He was wearing a big fancy belt with an even fancier buckle, tucked in to it being a cheap wooden sword. Around his neck were all manners of fancy-looking fake gold jewlery. In fact, he looked sort of like a thuggin' pirate. Strange, but true. "WHERE'S ME TELESCOPE, LASS? SHIVER ME TIMBERS!"</font>
<font color='#000000'>Hexa giggled and continued to parade around the rubber donut in her previous fashion, every once and a while squeaking and disapppearing with a splash before clambering up its side again. "And I got 'em from this goshforsaken—" A pause. "DONUT!" She pointed towards the junky looking rig that was steadily floating towards them, hicupping and nimbly leaping from her perch into the salty sea below. A splash and she was gone.. somewhere in the deeps.</font>
<font color='#000080'>"Aye! We've been SPOTTED!" The gruff voice rang out over the gentle patter of the waves against the aluminum sides of his vessel. He stumbled down the hood of the car, since his eyepatch (did I mention he's wearing an eyepatch? DID I?) obstructed his view nearly completely. Leaning over the front, he screamed "FIRE THE CANNONS!" Then, he quickly hopped below deck, returned with a basketball and threw it as hard as he could in the direction of the enemy craft.</font>
<font color='#810541'>In a corner of the rig, 'Haret lounges on deck, a reflective hubcab helt up to her neck, catchin some rays. She scowls as Ollie commands her about, not moving in the least. "There's only ONE matey, you moron." She tosses the telescope at his head. "Now lemme alone so I can tan!* (note that Maharet is black coloured.) "Maybe you could actually hit something with that ball if you took off the damn eyepatch!" (cruddy post. Je ne care pas.)</font>
<font color='#F8F8FF'>Despite the patch, which had a significant effect on the "pirate's" aiming accuracy, he did, in fact, hit something with the "cannonball". Indeed, it was the unsuspecting Okkie who was sunk by the speeding orange sphere. She had been blinking helplessly at Hexa, who had abruptly disappeared, and also at the odd ship that was hovering ever nearer, with its pair of odd crew members. She'd been attempting to think of something to do, or say, but the weirdness of it all just made the female breathless, and frozen. That is why the basketball easily hit her, square between the eyes, sending itself and the chocolate latté pendragon to the bottom of the sea... Butnotreally. When the soaring basketball hit 'Kie, she squawked quite loudly, like a constipated chicken. Her wings spread out as her float bobbed wildly, and she was pitched into the cool waters. Luckily, she could swim, and — also luckily — the offending ball was near her, and she clutched it and used it as a make-shift float. Meanwhile, her own donut-shaped innertube had hovered off, so the Kanji-marked youth turned and glared at the wannabe pirate. “Thanks a lot... ass.”</font>
<font color='#000000'>Peeking her masked head from the waters, Hexa only managed to glimpse a huge orange sphere come hurtling towards Okkie and her craft before she ducked under again. She could dimly see the chocolatey female careen into the air with the ball and splash into the salty sea with a hearty screech. Once again the tip of her tiny, crusty, nose protruded the surface, followed by her entire front end. And there she bobbed for a little while, watching the soaked Okkie and large rig with a mixture of confusion and interest. Then she glanced at the basketball, turning her head to regard the pendragon wearing the eyepatch. "Low on budget?"</font>
<font color='#3BB9FF'><blockquote><p align=right><font color=black>out of character <font color=steelblue>Okkie replies next! Because I need her to. =3 <font color=darkred>in character <font color=aliceblue>The boat that Dragoon owned was a lot better equiped then either of the two that currently occupied the Sager with it. Of course, that wasn't saying much. In fact, the pendragon's ship was a fine example of a typical pirating vessel. In any case, the tattooed male was currently in an anthromorphic form, since that was the easiest way to go about controlling a ship. His fingers lingered on the ropes that kept the sails in check. There wasn't much wind, so they were tightly bound to the mast, and a soft sigh of longing escaped his lips. He almost disliked the tranquility of the Sager, it was hard to keep a ship moving in one direction in its calm waters. He had thought it would be a nice change from the choppy seas he usually occupied, but it merely irritated him. Dragoon was a male of action, and, while patient, had no desire to spend the rest of the day in the blistering sun - waiting for the tide to take him where he wanted to go. Deciding that it was more boring to be in the boat at the moment, the male eyed the anchor, then thoughtlessly picked up the heavy object, and tossed it into the sea. Of course, it was attached to a rope, and promptly stopped what little movement the boat had been making. The male pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the deck, not caring if it got wet or not. Shaking his head lightly - causing a faint tingling of bells - the pirate jumped into the Sager. It only took a few moments before the sounds the others were making brought his attention to their pair of vessels. Though he had spotted them before, they hadn't interested him. An inner tube and an old car - not exactly the best places to steal from. However, now his eyes focused on the latter, and his hackles bristled in irritation. <font color=gray>Fakes like that give real pirates a bad reputation...</font> The thought whispered through his mind swiftly, and a flash of anger writhed through his eyes. Strong legs slammed out, and the male's fingers twitched towards the full-length sword at his side. A dangerous smile curled his lips, and his other fingers were already prepared to take the dagger out, if need be. Deadly intentions danced within his mind. Such fools weren't meant to survive, after all. He quickly took in the others, and dismissed them as potential targets. None had pretended to be a pirate, after all. Facade or not, it wasn't amusing to the real pirate. Diving under, he swam with a speed that only those who spend hours training can acheive. A mere foot away from the fake pirate's boat, he resurfaced, a lethal smile on his face, eyes shining with malice. <font color=red>"Care to tango with a real pirate, lad?"</font> He asked in a voice that escaped as a hissed threat, his naked blade shimmering with sunlight as he awaited a response. No need to kill the bloody bugger until he had replied, after all.</font>
<font color='#F8F8FF'>OoC - I hope you don't mind the slight power-playing, Harper. iC - Okkie hadn't noticed the genuine pirate vessel, nor its genuine captain. Not until the latter popped up near to her, his teeth bared in a wicked grin, his intentions full of malice. The ringed pendragon blinked - where the hell were all these damn pirates coming from? - and then frowned. Had this latest stranger showed up on her behalf, having seen the basketball smack her in the face? Had he arrived, thinking her a damsel in distress, to play the part of the hero? Her frown deepened as she watched the male grin demonically at the "pirate" on the car-boat. Yes, she'd been offended and enraged when the orange ball had hit her, but for crap's sake, she could fight her own battles. Now, her anger was turned to this nameless stranger, with his dagger-like smile and wrathful eyes. “Excuse me.” 'Kie muttered as she paddled towards Dragoon. She was an excellent swimmer, and was behind him in no time. “But if you want to help me, you’ll drop the oh-ho-ho-and-a-bottle-of-rum act and let me deal with this wannabe by myself. I don’t need your inflated ego to help me. I may be a girl, and I may not be a pirate, but I can take car of myself, demmit.” The dialogue poured out in aggressive tones, and it riled Okkie up without her consciously being aware. By the time she was finished giving Dragoon a piece of her mind, she was really wound up. So it shouldn't really be any surprise that one of her fists drew back, and then slung forward, aiming right toward the pirate's cheekbone.</font>
<font color='#3BB9FF'><blockquote><p align=right><font color=darkred>in character <font color=black>Dragoon's eyes were focused on his victim, but that didn't mean his ears didn't capture the movements of the others, too. Besides that, the quivers of movement in the water were clear, as well as the sound of OkkieÂ’s movement, since she hadnÂ’t cared to disguise her approach. Keen, still vaguely malicious eyes turned towards the banded female, before he eased back a bit, to keep an eye on both 'Kie and Oli. Whispers of a growl rumbled in his throat, and his sword remained drawn, the bloodthirsty glint that quivered within his occuli remaining. Why the caramel-cream female had to come and ruin a perfectly good murder was beyond Dragoon, especially since he hadn't done a single thing to her. If anything, his actions had been on her behalf, or that was how she could take them... as, it happened, she did. Yet the hot words that scathingly dripped from her muzzle weren't of thanks and assistance. Rather, they were poison that spewed forth. A dislike for the banded she-dragon began to form, although he forced the growing anger down. First, she had to ruin his plans to carve up the annoying pirate faker, now she was going to go and chide him as if he were her cub? Pah, he had never taken such nonsense from his own mother (though she had died soon after his birth), and wouldn't take it from this nameless irritant, either. A sharp smile still etched itself across his lips, deadly, harsh. No one could quarrel over what a pirate intended when such a grin was dancing across his lips. Generally, it signified death for one party, or another. He was anticipating the blow that approached him. Instead of paddling forward to take it, and attac k back, however, he ducked. His head pulled beneath the surface of the water, to allow the fist to fly harmlessly above him. A sneer of disgust now laced about his features, as he spoken in turn. <font color=red>"Well, m'lady, I never aimed to assist you. Especially since it is painfully clear you can take care of yourself. Besides that, never would I presume to do so after now, due to the way you treat your protecters. Any male who dares try to be valiant in attempting to help you had better be prepared for the unorthodox way you thank them. I'm sure I'll never make the mistake of so much as thinking about helping you, unless I desire a broken jaw."</font> His words seemed both sarcastic and vaguely complimentary. Some of the things he said were actually compliments, if one looked hard enough. But anger riled within him, and that was only part of his personality. She did have a good swing.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Somehow, 'Kie knew that her punch would not meet its intended target. Thus, she was not surprised when her fist did not smash into a yielding nose, spraying blood and carnage into the sea water. It did not shock her that, instead, her arm flailed past Dragoon's cheek bone and hit nothing but air. Yet, this disappointment did not slow the female down. She bared her teeth and treaded water as she glared malignantly at the pirate. “I am not your lady in any way, you arrogant piece of shit. And you asinine males should never be thanked for trying to stand up for us females. Just because you have balls does not make you stronger, faster, or smarter. So just piss off.” Okkie wanted so badly to send another crashing blow his way, but knew she'd rather waste her strength eating a sundae later. So, she simply yawned and lifted her hands, exposing two lifted middle fingers for Dragoon to see. › OoC I just went ahead and replied. I heart Okkie. Such a badass. 0_o;</font>
<font color='#3BB9FF'><blockquote><p align=right><font color=black>out of character <font color=steelblue>I couldn't help myself! I had to reply. oo;</font> <font color=darkred>in character</font> Dragoon's eyes suddenly grew cold, although his teeth remained bared viciously. The male was almost tempted to draw a dagger against the she-dragon, but, as of yet, she hadn't spoken her second piece of words. Although he anticipated poison much like the ones spewed forth before. She certainly wasn't the type he enjoyed spending time with. Actually, perhaps that was merely because he'd rubbed her the wrong way, and vice versa, today. Who knew if they would have gotten along, given different circumstances. As it was, he was almost tempted to kill her instead of the wanna-be pirate... almost. His eyes flickered to Oli for a second, full of disgusted disdain, before returning to Okkie as she spoke. Snorting in a manner that was similarly disgusted, he replied in a tone as cold as his eyes had become. <font color=red>"It's not a term of endearment, I can assure you. Would you prefer 'risch'? It would suit you better. As for standing up for you, didn't I just get through telling you I wasn't? Hard of hearing, are we?"</font> A sneer laced his words, sarcasm a bitter additive to the words.</font>
<font color='#000000'>› OoC Yeah. Apologies to everybody if you feel we are board-running. But the current issue between our characters doesn't affect the others, and no one else was replying. So. Yeah, lol. › BiC “Good. I would not want an ugly slug such as yourself using terms of endearment on me, thank-you very much.” This little piece was spit out like battery acid. Okkie's orbs were on fire, and rage contorted her face until the bridge of her muzzle was finely wrinkled. Of course, she was not all mad. No, despite her expression of enormous fury, half of her spirit was dancing and clapping and enjoying itself. Sometimes, this particular youth could be cute and playful. Sugar, spice, everything nice — you know the deal. But now, she was giving in to her demonic side, something she hadn't done in a while; and, damn, did it feel good! “I prefer nothing from your horrid tongue, wastrel. Swears, curses, a pet name — nothing. You think you are some almighty pendragon, you little shit. But you are just another aged pissant screwing up the world for the better generations behind you. Why don’t you swim away, and quite bothering the rest of us? Go pleasure yourself in some distant corner of the earth, and make sure to never slither back out.” The Kanji-marked 'dragon offered a bitter smile. She'd lowered her lifted middle fingers a few moments ago, and was tempted to shove them in Dragoon's face again. Instead, she simply stared coldly at him, her eyes the color of flaring ice chips, and uttered her next cunning slur in a slow, calculated, and shrewdly angry tone: “And just in case you didn’t realize, I just told you to go f-uck yourself.”</font>
<font color='#000F22'><blockquote><p align=right><font color=black>out of character <font color=steelblue>Heh! :nods: What Kat said. >>; So you know... <font color=midnightblue>"Reveri speaking"</font> <font color=gray>Reveri actions</font> =3</font> <font color=darkred>in character</font> Dragoon's smile was laced with bitter danger. Evidently, it didn't matter, but that didn't mean that the pirate male was going to drop his normal self. Part of him was lashed out in poisonous anger, while the rest was a bit admiring, in truth, of the spitfire female. If she hadn't been such an irritation at the moment, he might actually enjoy the conversation they were having. Despite the fact that he doubted Okkie was speaking so with the intent of shaking hands and making up, the male - begrudgingly - admitted to himself that she was a rather spitfire of a personality, and deserved a measure of respect. If she hadn't been keeping him from his chosen prey, such respect as he currently found tentatively trying to control him to break free. However, he wouldn't respect someone who didn't respect him. That was a paradox to him. The respect quickly shrivelled, returning to a black place within his heart that hid such secrets from his knowing mind. His lip curled upwards at her words, then, abruptly, he grinned. A toothy, highly amused grin. Laughter erupted from his throat, and he shook his head, before bowing from the waist up, a only slightly mocking gesture. <font color=red>"Ah, I tire of this battle of rude words. I concede, madam, to your superior desire to tell me to go screw myself over."</font> He commented, eyes amused, mischevious. It made him seem younger, less hardened. More like the age he really was, rather then the experienced pirate that was also a part of him. <font color=gray>At that moment, an obsidian-silver form decided to fall into the water, mere feet from Dragoon and Okkie. Of course, it hadn't been on purpose. In truth, his less-then-healthy (right?) wing had decided to give out on him, and he had tumbled towards the fathomless depths. Naturally, the water that spewed forth from his collison with the ocean splashed towards Goon and 'Kie. Rev resurfaced with a sheepish grin, though it became one of baffled surprise as he recongized Okkie. He glanced at Dragoon, and his eyes narrowed in a somewhat vicious manner. A salmon tongue brushed across his lips, and his anthromorphic frame remained where it was, though he was prepared to swim towards Okkie, if he thought Goon was attempting to harm her. <font color=midnightblue>"Strange company you're keeping these days, 'sis."</font> He commented with a slight twitch of his unseen tail. Reveri didn't like the look of that pirate.</font>
<font color='#000000'>Hexa had been watching this the entire time, clutching the large orange basketball that had ironically, been the cause of all this fuss. Her wings twitched as they fought hard to keep her balancing perfectly atop the floater, but so far all was going well. The Ranger scrutinized the pirate and young pendragon with extreme.. scrutiny. All the while rather confused by this whole mess, but too afraid to speak up, lest she be carved into a roast quail to be feasted on for supper. At the arrival of this other.. the one who had fallen from the skies, Hexa sheepishly waved a miniscule paw; how retarded she looked now, balancing on the top of a basketball like some kind of sick circus freak. Oh yes, the amazing, floating, winged, fly of d00m!</font>
<font color='#000000'>Okkie was preparing herself for another round of venemous words, when Dragoon seemingly [Kat is momentarily interrupted by her French teacher, who is SH monitor today... oO;] gave in to her last lashing. The light caramel femme was completely nonplussed for a moment. But she quickly regained her cool, and sneered openly at the pirate. “Good-bye, then.” In the next moment, Reveri had entered the picture, so 'Kie's attention fell away from Dragoon. She blinked at the abrupt arrival of her soul-brother, but then crooned an affectionate note as she began to paddle closer to him. A light crinkle marked her muzzle at the mention of her "company", but she did not rebuke her onyx soul-sib'. “He is no company of mine. What brings you hear, Reveri?” And all the while, the banded Okkie kept shooting shifty glances Hexa's way. Because she was doOm'ish! ¬_¬;;</font>
