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About that, folksā¦
You see, according to the instructions, dancing is strictly prohibited unless a regulation dance floor appears nearby, and I can practically count the number of times thatās happened on one claw hand!
"HEY, CORN CHIP!"
"GUESS WHO FOUND THE ACTIVATION CODES TO THE DAAAAAAAAAAAANCE FLOOORRRRRRS!!!"
ā«Ā Everything is awesome~Ā āŖ
SCREEEEEEE VRRRRRBBB WUBWUBWUBWUBWUBWUBWUBWUB SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
LEGOPIRATEAU STILL GOING ON FOR ME!
((Just here to let you guys know that Iām in still in the AU with Nyc, sorta. Any RPs already started in this AU will still continue in that universe with me until the RPs end, unless you otherwise say so.))
She gave a scoff and pulled down her sleeve, showing off her black ridden sharp claw hand. She retreated it back inside her sleeve and crossed her arms.Ā
"Ah dun care if ye didnāt forge tha signature or not, Space Jockey! Because either way, ye aināt gettinā on thee ship!"
She stood up and backed up a bit in case he decided to dash onto the ship. Because if he did she would have to take drastic measures..
"Is that a challenge?" Mack questioned, carefully looking at the scenery.
The beach was a lot of plain 3000-series bricks in gray and tan- mostly large and flat. However, long vertical connector pieces like 2449 and 60481 supported a nearby cliff-face. A forgotten sandcastle (forged of conical 59900 pieces) rested near the clear blue 30057-built waterfront, and some cylindrical driftwood (3062) rolled around on the surf.
Mack began planning some sort of weapon or trap for the figure before him; At least three basic shapes for a laser turret came to mind first, given all the clear fog pieces that hugged the landscape that would make excellent focusing lenses, though the 42284/42291 boulders would make for a good trap. Regardless of the build Mack chose, if that minifig wanted a fight, he would give her one. Master builder style.
She straightened up her posture and looked at him through narrowed eyes behind the green blindfold.
"Ah would believe so, Space Jockey! Ye better get jetpacking off now, wouldnāt want ya ta get hurt now!"
After her previous statement, he clearly was looking for a fight now. She widened her horizons and got into a more dynamic pose for him to try and take her out. On cue, she started dripping out more black fluid from her mouth, letting it trickled down her chin and fall down onto the deck. She wiped off her mouth with her sleeve and let her long black tongue slither out off the side of her mouth.
Mack got strait to work. He ripped a large flat piece from the ground and stacked several 1x2s on either side, then placed the driftwood bricks between as a cannon, attaching a clear stud at the back of it to focus it, and a 59900 piece from the sand castle on the front. He placed the two boulder halves on either side of the new contraption and fired it up.
The machine produced a red laser blast that fired over the figure's head and caught a nearby cave on fire. Mack would have to adjust that...
"Whoops."
ask-that-masked-lego:
She gasped from being pushed away. He was pretty strong despite his silly appearance! She gave a small oof from him slamming a note into her. She snatched up the note and gave a snort, studying over it quickly.
'Waitā¦ It's says here it was from Corny? Thatā¦ That can't be right!'
Why would Corny let some random space jockey onto the ship? That was too much of a risky move for travel!
She pushed the note back into his chest roughly.
"Aye, ye be lying, space jockey! Corny wud neveā let tha likes of ya on tha ship! Ye mustāve forged his signature or suchā¦"
Mack stiffened at the repeated use of the term āspace jockeyā but recovered quickly enough. He put the note back into a pocket.
"Yeah right, that cornflake would let anybody on his ship," Mack said, "and besides, do you know how hard forging a signature with claw hands is?" He motioned with his hands up, attempting to show off his lack of articulation.
She gave a scoff and pulled down her sleeve, showing off her black ridden sharp claw hand. She retreated it back inside her sleeve and crossed her arms.Ā
"Ah dun care if ye didnāt forge tha signature or not, Space Jockey! Because either way, ye aināt gettinā on thee ship!"
She stood up and backed up a bit in case he decided to dash onto the ship. Because if he did she would have to take drastic measures..
"Is that a challenge?" Mack questioned, carefully looking at the scenery.
The beach was a lot of plain 3000-series bricks in gray and tan- mostly large and flat. However, long vertical connector pieces like 2449 and 60481 supported a nearby cliff-face. A forgotten sandcastle (forged of conical 59900 pieces) rested near the clear blue 30057-built waterfront, and some cylindrical driftwood (3062) rolled around on the surf.
Mack began planning some sort of weapon or trap for the figure before him; At least three basic shapes for a laser turret came to mind first, given all the clear fog pieces that hugged the landscape that would make excellent focusing lenses, though the 42284/42291 boulders would make for a good trap. Regardless of the build Mack chose, if that minifig wanted a fight, he would give her one. Master builder style.
Mack was confused by her comments. Look? So she COULD see, despite the ratty blindfold covering her face.
"Space JOCKEY?Ā Look you little freak, I am an ELITE Blacktron WARRIOR and technician, not some worthless cannon-fodder rookie. If anyone is cut out to be a ruthless space pirate, itās ME.ā
Mack pushed her farther away from his person, but not with enough effort to knock her to the floor.Ā
"Because you CAN see, get a load of this," he shoved his note from Corny at the figureās chest, "and THEN decide who belongs here and who doesnāt!"
She gasped from being pushed away. He was pretty strong despite his silly appearance! She gave a small oof from him slamming a note into her. She snatched up the note and gave a snort, studying over it quickly.
'Waitā¦ It's says here it was from Corny? Thatā¦ That can't be right!'
Why would Corny let some random space jockey onto the ship? That was too much of a risky move for travel!
She pushed the note back into his chest roughly.
"Aye, ye be lying, space jockey! Corny wud neveā let tha likes of ya on tha ship! Ye mustāve forged his signature or suchā¦"
Mack stiffened at the repeated use of the term 'space jockey' but recovered quickly enough. He put the note back into a pocket.
"Yeah right, that cornflake would let anybody on his ship," Mack said, "and besides, do you know how hard forging a signature with claw hands is?" He motioned with his hands up, attempting to show off his lack of articulation.
Ā Now that the figure was in view, Mack regained his composure, no longer fearing some other-worldly alien monster would tear him to shreds. Instead his attacker was a short, somewhat dirty-looking little girl with a creepy blindfold and a loud voice.Ā
"Hey! I have an invitation that says I DO belong here. So why donāt you run along and tackle someone else just going about their own business," Mack said, getting pretty annoyed.
"Aye mate, ye dun look like any uther pirate ahāve seen round here!" She pushed her face even further into the helmet front. "Ye being looking like sum space jockey!"
Even if he claimed he had the right of way, his appearance really didnāt sell it for her. He shouldnāt be allowed on this ship or even near the dock!ā
She finally took her face back a bit. āSo why dun ye cāawl back to yer spacey ship now?ā
Mack was confused by her comments. Look? So she COULD see, despite the ratty blindfold covering her face.
"Space JOCKEY?Ā Look you little freak, I am an ELITE Blacktron WARRIOR and technician, not some worthless cannon-fodder rookie. If anyone is cut out to be a ruthless space pirate, it's ME."
Mack pushed her farther away from his person, but not with enough effort to knock her to the floor.Ā
"Because you CAN see, get a load of this," he shoved his note from Corny at the figure's chest, "and THEN decide who belongs here and who doesn't!"
ask-that-masked-lego:
What the-? This didnāt look like a pirate or anything like from the navy. He was wearing a weird suit with a helmet that covered his face in a green tint and he seemed to be wearing an eye-patch for reasons unknownā¦ She grabbed the front of his clothes and pull him as close as she could until her nose touched the glass front of the helmet.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, MATE?" She started yelling a bit. "YE DONāT BELONG HERE!" She hadnāt seen such a strange being like him before along the ropes of town.
Now that the figure was in view, Mack regained his composure, no longer fearing some other-worldly alien monster would tear him to shreds. Instead his attacker was a short, somewhat dirty-looking little girl with a creepy blindfold and a loud voice.Ā
"Hey! I have an invitation that says I DO belong here. So why don't you run along and tackle someone else just going about their own business," Mack said, getting pretty annoyed.
Open RP??
ask-that-masked-lego:
A shorter and darker figure appeared, staying out of his sight. It was inching closer and closer to him by the second, doing so very slowly to not alert him of its presences. It was behind him now, crouching now and then finally tackling him down.
Mack stared up at the boat, still not connecting that 'ss' could stand for "steam ship" instead of "space ship" when out of the darkness came a dark figure, tackling him to the ground.
Mack let out a scream, attempting to roll onto his back. Both efforts were useless, the figure had him pinned. All the space marine could do was wriggle and yell.
Cries of "Don't eat my organs, I need those to live!" and "ooh, if I had my laser on hand, you'd be toasted!" carried through the saturated air.
Open RP??
Mack left his apartment well after the sun had set. He had a way of sleeping profoundly late on his days off. However he had spared no expense of time getting ready for the weekās expeditions either. He had read and re-read the note Corny had given him and checked his suit for holes and pressure capability at least five times before leaving after all.
It was a lovely night, perfect for any activity short of storm chasing. Moonlight reflected off Mackās helmet and bounced brightly through the transparent green plastic of his visor. Years of looking through such a visor had given Mackās dark eyes adjustment enough to which he had no trouble reading through one at night, even with an eyepatch. He stole a glance at the paper in his claw hand.
"Dear Mack, If youāre up for some piratey fun, meet up with our crew of the SS Azure down in Brickport (walk along the west bank about two-hundred paces). Get there soon, Mack, or weāll leave without you! (Before tomorrow morning anyway.) See you there! Your friend, Corny."
Why would there be a space ship at the port? Wouldnāt the metal hull rust from the wet sea air? Even if the ship were correctly coated for wet environments taking off in water would surely be a pain, though the cartoon villain in Mack saw the possibility of exploring an underwater launch base to be too cool not to check out.
ā¦
He arrived at the port quickly, it wasnāt too far from his apartment. Sure enough the water was full of boats, many of them standard-issue 10210-1 sets crawling with robots. But something was amiss, were the robots all wearing clothes? They looked to be in old poofy dress-wear. Odd, but Mack blamed it on one of those wacky holidays that President Business guy always cooks up.
Mack started up the bank, it was eerie in the dark and quiet night, but not necessarily frightening. Sea water lapped at the rocky shoreline and glow from the moon revealed faint fog haunting the beach, broken intermittently with beams of light from the lighthouse perched atop a nearby cliff-face.
Shrouded in a thicker fog was an enormous watercraft, complete with gnarled sails, a crusty old hull, and a tattered flag sporting the olā Jolly Roger. Customized pieces on the side if the ship read āSS AZUREā clear as day in black marker. Mack did not notice anyone onboard, though a boarding ramp rested diagonally between the ground and the ship, allowing goods and people easy access to and from the main deck.
"You win, I'll play your game of pirates. Don't expect me to follow any rules though! Rules are for lesser geeks and nerds."
"Oh! Nice to see someone new!"
"Yeah, same here. Itās been a long time since I met anyone from Middle Zealand. "I remember when the blue Dragon Knights used to team up with Blacktron. Those were the days, days when we could have epic space...
"Likely, they disbanded a long time ago. They reformed and were called the Black Knights for a while, maybe you heard of them that way? Whatever, it doesn't matter much. "Technology is my life, being an aerospace and radio technician, so I'm pretty good working with complex stuff like that. "I pretty much call everyone 'kid'. Trust me, when you've been around as long as I have, it becomes a habit."
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"Oh! Nice to see someone new!"
"Yeah, same here. It's been a long time since I met anyone from Middle Zealand. "I remember when the blue Dragon Knights used to team up with Blacktron. Those were the days, days when we could have epic space battles with catapults and magic. I remember having to fireproof Blacktron spacecraft because dragons kept trying to fry us. "Anyway, yeah. Nice to meet you, kid."
PIRATE AU WEEK!
Okay A few blogs and I conversed and decided we would do a whole week of a pirate au! and if any other lego blogs would like to join that would just be wonderful!
It starts on MAY 18Ā and will be tracked under the tag #legopirateauĀ ! you can be a pirate or navy or whatever type of thing that would go with the theme! Letās just have a bunch of fun and draw and rp the mess out of that week!
Have any questions donāt hesitate to ask!
//this sounds realyl fun!!
Vacuum? Like the vacuum of... SPACE:Ā the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.
New icon, getting tired of my old one.
I'm not nice.
Sketchy self-portraits.
