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A feud in which a person seeks vengeance
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Post by Quennel Wren on Jan 16, 2016 20:12:46 GMT -7
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Being a grunt wasn't fun. It wasn't fun at all. Being a grunt got you stuck with the stupidest, most mundane jobs in the entire world. Quennel had been ordered down to the dockyard today. He had a scraper in hand and was waiting for the crowd around one of the larger ships to clear out. It had been in the water for weeks, so it needed to dock for repairs and some touch up. It was actually pretty amazing watching the complicated process of how the ship would beach itself on the steel beams, how it would be lifted up and the water drained away so you could see the bottom. It was crusty and covered in all sorts of sea life. It was his job to get it off there.
This one wasn't the largest ship they had. Its why Quennel was found to be fit enough to work on it himself. He could see down the dockyard one of the much larger ships, docked earlier that day, with a dozen or so Grunts weeding around and scraping down the ship. It was hard work, long work, and boring- he had heard of more than one nasty prank being pulled on the unsuspecting because the grunts were being stupid. Apparently some of these barnacles would stick to just about anything, and if you scraped them off alive it was fair game. He just hoped no one saw him alone over here and thought he was fair game, too.
Finally, there was a loud buzzing and some of the crew started to board again. Quennel was pulled from his thoughts and approached himself. Scraper in hand, he pressed the thin blade against the hull and pushed up as hard as he could. A row of the barnacles flaked off with some effort. He wrinkled his nose at the acrid scent they put off when he did. This was pretty gross work. He hoped he could get it done soon and not run into any problems.
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i turned him to gold and took him higher
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Post by ELISE ORE on Jan 19, 2016 13:03:00 GMT -7
 | ◀ | say you'll never let me go For two counts of inappropriate behavior and multiple counts of disrespecting authority, you, Miss Ore, are sentenced to a day of dock duty.
As if. Those crusty old sea men probably just wanted to see her sweat- some fetish, for sure. Elise could only roll her eyes (and her sleeves) and get to work. Fighting back was more trouble than it was worth, and she didn't want to get stuck with something more mundane or tedious. Fortunately, Aqua's perks outweighed the copious amounts of bullshit it required its grunts to pursue- the only reason she would stick around was for the money, and the security. Pirating was the family business after all- at least, it was for the other members of the Ore household. As for Elise, she had earned herself a much less glamorous life, and not by choice. The past was in the past. She would make amends with daddy and his wallet soon enough.
First task: scrape all that living shit off the ships. God forbid Aqua accept natural from the ocean to stick on their ships. So much for loving the sea and everything in it. Something something, quality of the hull, something. Upon arrival she would find another grunt already getting to work- with a partner, this was bound to be easy (AKA, let him do most of the work; he had the build for it anyway). Slipping into the water is easy enough- almost like a welcome home. The feeling is so old to her she hardly notices, instead exchanging a sideways glance and a small smirk at her to-be partner as she scrapes a small section of barnacles from the hull. They didn't need to talk. She would use him, he would finish up, she would be off the hook.
That simple.
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may the bridges i burn light the way
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Post by ruby on Jan 19, 2016 14:31:24 GMT -7
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When the ship was lifted from the surface of the water the Krabby found themselves being lifted from the very depths of the water, connected to the boat by only their claws.
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They're not a very intimidating pokemon. Bubble spill from their open mouth, and they regards the grunts with a mixture of apathy and hostility. Eventually, laziness overtakes the Krabby, and they hang there, unmoving.
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Taking them off might make them angry, but the ships are expected to be cleaned thoroughly. What do the grunts do?
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