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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jul 19, 2014 5:33:09 GMT -5
Sibalba was less an island and more giant landmass of limestone that had naturally risen from the sea in ancient times. Although terrain and fauna had come to settle overtime, a side effect of the foundations of the island was that there was no surface lakes or rivers, at least not freshwater. Underground though was a different story, and a vast network of subterranean rivers and streams spanned much of the island, and even ran farther out down beneath the sea floor if the rumors were true. Something like this was not a particularly rare occurrence in the world but in Sibalba the rivers ran close to the surface, and could be accessed via great cenotes, sinkhole depressions through the surface to the underground water supplies. From an outsiders view, they might resemble vast natural wells, or simply deep craters.
For many who lived here, this network of underground currents was vital to their way of life and culture, and so they gravitated towards them. Certainly not everyone, and a good few people chose to live about as normally as you'd expect of anyone on the grand line. Some though, built their lives up around the cenotes. Circular cities lining the stone walls and running down then to the waters below. As well as a source of sustenance, the subterranean currents were even used as a means of transport, for ships and other waterborne vessels to traverse the underground rivers to get from sinkhole to sinkhole. Of course this meant that in many cases long periods of travel through complete darkness were required, but like many aspects of the land, the people there had come to adapt.
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Such was the case for the Black Spot Pirates, whom had been invited to a river tour. Upon reaching Sibalba, locating the town wouldn't be too hard, though reaching it initially might be somewhat strange. Upon reaching the island, having to enter through one of many large caves opening to the sea, docking and leaving their ship to traverse to the topside. From there is was a relatively short trip to find the town in question, and then traverse down through to the bottom of the cenote, where said town's dock was. There waiting, amongst many other ships, was a surprisingly fancy paddle-driven riverboat. The Lacandon was ready to go, and had been boarding passengers for awhile now.
For the crew to find their way aboard was no great trouble, and upon handing over their tickets and being shown to their rooms, they would be given passes to a fancy topside dinner on deck. Given the sounds of music from the instruments of a band, they would probably be able to find their way to the right place without help. Even so, they might have looked out of place amongst the other clientele who would be sharing the dinner, many of them dressed formally for the occasion.
Either way, the group wouldn't have trouble finding tables, either together or separately.
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Post by Kyubey on Jul 22, 2014 6:24:08 GMT -5
Bardsey Singleton was frowning as he found a table to rest at for a while. When he was first invited to the ship, he had been excited, thinking that he would be able to operate in a manner that he had been used to for most of his life, by that point. After he learned that the ship he was to visit was not actually accessible by sea, and he therefore couldn't use his more traditional methods of boarding an unfamiliar vessel, he had been in quite a sour mood. Though the Lacandon was as nice as could be expected, it wasn't the sort of place that the captain of the Black Spot Pirates felt all that at ease in. This was his first time in a formal setting, at least, the first time his entrance wasn't immediately accompanied by screaming and cannon fire. He wasn't at all dressed for the occasion, seeming to wear the exact same clothes he had on during the fight with Doc Super, down to the same ragged jacket. Even the chains that seemed perpetually wrapped around his wrist were there, the pieces that had been broken off now welded back together. His eyes flitted here and there, staying for a second on each and every person there, as he tried to guess how much money they had on them at the time. Quite a bit, if his guesses were still accurate.
"There you are, Cap'n," said a voice familiar to Singleton. Simon Gow, his navigator, took a seat at the opposite end of the table, followed by Alcantra, Stevenson, and a third man, the quiet, stern-faced gunner of the Black Spot Pirates, who went by the name of Selkirk. Whenever the pirates went out, they always left one man behind to guard the ship. Last fight, it was Selkirk who was given that duty. This time, it was Vincent, who was, naturally absent from the cruise. Unlike the captain, most of the crew was dressed at least somewhat better than usual. Selkirk was the exception, wearing a ragged shirt and exceptionally large pants.
"Why so gloomy, Bardsey?" Stevenson asked. "It's not everyday we get luxury like this."
"Luxury's what we're calling it, eh..." Singleton said lazily, his chains clanking beneath him.
"No need to not enjoy it, now and again," Alcantra chimed in. He was dressed well enough to make up for his entire crew, decked out in attire that was flashy and extravagant even by pirate standards. "This isn't the sort of life I'd want forever, no, but still. I've missed fine food and good music. Not to mention the women."
"Aye, that is a plus."
"Missed it? You never knew it to begin with."
"Hm? And how could you say that?"
"Because if you did, you would know how to tie a cravat correctly."
"We are not here for enjoyment," said Benjamin, who had taken a seat at the table some time before. Having gone unnoticed until he spoke, all at the table, save for Singleton, jumped a little when they realized he was there. "There are enemies on this ship, do not forget."
"I haven't," said Gow. "But, as there's no way of telling who they are right now, might as well keep up pretenses. I think some of us are having fun."
"Where's Harry? Haven't seen him since we boarded."
"Oh, he's here," Stevenson replied. "He's just hiding somewhere, causing a mess. I think he may be trying to pick the pockets of our fellow guests."
"That's what we should be doing. Not sitting around like this."
"Bah, once they serve us some drinks, you'll change your mind. As a matter of fact... when do they plan on serving us?"
Not even a minute after he sat down, the captain was already restless. The way he saw it, he didn't come such a distance, along with a crew that was harder to control than a horde of rabid cats, to be left waiting like this.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jul 25, 2014 3:39:40 GMT -5
"Oh ho~ Monsieur how may I serve you this evening?"
A fancy-looking and fancy dressed waiter happened over when at least most of the pirates were seated, with a pen and a pad and ready to jot down the crew's hearts' delights. When he wasn't occupied with whatever it was that waiters did in their free time, he busied himself with adjusting the rose in his jacket, or twirling his mustache.
"The house specialty is T'lourant du le A'voine in a fine Gar'sol je Petrete dressing over a bed of Shricout ne Crom'voulet. Of course, I personally would recommend the Trivout Nipais with Sargot J'tesre, or even a fine Zestre si' Estrentse. I might add that the select bottle for today is a fine 38' Chateu du L'maine, chilled with a fine Cromnvegre je palais du comte vous si entreu an nois le se ti an sepestre hrou devre sa pantres youlvenre cre tous amdvadre serheriha fah flhfah hfeupnvh hczvh aupeh pe fncpuh nvpaoeipohepuh nvpanprvnqprn nn nvorqnip punqpurh npnv piovnpain aaaaad foiep oi n pnpoiwnaeenfo infnnnnnnnnnnn pn po fffffffffffffff eeeeeeeee rrrrrrrrrr nmmmmmmm m eeeeeeeeeeee aaaaaaa sssssssssssssssd dddddddddddddddddddddddddd yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy cccccccccccccccc-"
What a fancy fellow he was. All the while, the small orchestral band let the most soothing melodies drift about the deck. So soft and sweet in fact, that the pirates would begin to feel themselves becoming dreadfully tired and sleepy. So much so that even falling asleep standing up was preferential to keeping their eyes open for even one more moment.
Of course this was the truth, that it was the sounds of the music causing this, but it probably wouldn't be apparent to anyone. Especially not since the ensemble wasn't actually playing to anyone's attention yet. That was for later when the ship was en route. For now, they were just playing some soft undertones to set the mood. A sleepy mood though it seemed, and only for the pirates oddly enough.
Or at least, the obvious ones sitting at the table.
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Post by Kyubey on Jul 27, 2014 5:13:51 GMT -5
Normally, Singleton would have stared the waiter down until he started making sense, but the music in the background was so relaxing, he couldn't focus his usual intimidating stare as well as he could, and wound up just having an expression like he forgot what he was going to say, and was mildly annoyed by this.
"Meat n' rum," he mumbled.
Benjamin was already long asleep by this point, having drifted off almost immediately. This would have been rather hard to notice, however, as his posture and facial expression stayed exactly the same. The only difference was, now his eyes were closed.
"They ain't got that, Cap'n," said Selkirk lazily. "Gotta be... fancier..." he trailed off after that.
Stevenson's face fell onto the table in front of him.
"Jus'... gimme somethin', then." he lowered his hat over his eyes, and began snoring.
"Would you happen to have any matelote a la mode with some baguettes du fromage and maybe a chateau de escargoooo..." Alcantra tried his best, but was already in a deep slumber before he could finish improvising his order.
"Just an Iturut-Subulga Stein for me... thank you... actually... hold my order." mustering just enough energy to remove his glasses, Gow rested his head on one of his arms, and nodded off.
With that, all pirates at the table were sound asleep, each with their own dreams swirling about in their heads.
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In all the Grand Line, there were few children so short for their age, who looked so perpetually displeased, as Harry McNichol did. There were also few children who looked as dirty and out-of-place, especially for a cruise ship, as Harry. Even by street urchin standards, Harry was remarkably dirty-looking. And most of all, there were very few children who cared quite as little about all of that as he did. As his fellow Black Spot Pirates were drifting off, he was wandering around the dining hall, looking for any change he could swipe, whether it was still being held by its original owners or not. No good targets caught his eye, however. At least, not as much as he could see behind the veil of greasy unkempt hair that partially obscured his vision. He didn't want to be on the ship any more than his captain did, and even as we wandered about, he was thinking all sorts of dark thoughts about what he wanted to do to the people surrounding him. He'd been on boats like these before, albeit only on the lower decks, so he knew what the upper classes thought of children like him. They could think whatever they wanted, as long as he could steal from them, but as there were no good openings to make his move, he had to wait. After getting a good feel for pretty much every corner of the deck, he began searching for his crew, and eventually, he found them, being rather still at the moment. Maybe they were trying their best to act proper.
"This is borin', mates," he whined. "How much longer are you planning to keep all this up?" No answer from the pirates. Strange, since normally they would acknowledge him, at least long enough to tell him to shut up and go about his own business. He thought he even heard a couple of them snoring. But that couldn't be right. They were adults, they wouldn't just fall asleep like that.
"Mates?"
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jul 27, 2014 5:42:06 GMT -5
"Monsieur? Monsieur!"
The waiter was too busy adjusting the flower in his jacket to notice specifically the point where they all started to dose off, though he couldn't miss the snoring. He tried to rouse the captain at least awake, snapping his fingers a few times but under this kind of sleep, there was no point. Once he was certain that they were sound asleep, he straightened up and clapped his hands aloud, gathering everyone's attention.
"Attention Madames et Monsieurs! That will conclude the dress rehearsal, now if you will please make your way back to the dock to the secondary vessel, this ship has been booked in advance." there were some grumbles about it all, but in general the fellow diners gathered their belongings and proceeded in an orderly fashion towards the aft of the ship to make their departure, "Thank you all for your cooperation."
No one seemed to particularly care about Harry, or at least, no one had yet checked their pockets. Either way, even the waiters simply ushered the others out and then set about cleaning up anything left behind by the diners. Even the band began to pack up their instruments and chat amongst one another, or with the remaining waiters, but looked to themselves be leaving soon. And well for it, as the whistle for departure made the first call. Assumedly, the ship would be leaving the dock soon enough, oddly empty now as it were. Well, except for the handful of people remaining who either themselves would also leave, or were remaining to crew the vessel.
"Hello there. Are you lost? Do you need help finding your parents?"
A pretty-looking young woman approached Harry in a gentle manner, her soothing voice giving her kindly words a spoonful of sugar to go down with, as she leaned down a little to talk to him. Her sleek black hair matched the elegantly simple black dress that looked like the uniform of the ensemble, and it could rightly be assumed that she was one of the performers.
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Post by Kyubey on Aug 2, 2014 4:33:38 GMT -5
To say that Harry was overwhelmed by everything that he didn't understand would be quite reasonable at the moment, as there was very little about the situation that he could have been prepared for. Despite having much more freedom than most children his age, when left completely on his own in this unfamiliar location, with his crew asleep and everyone doing things he didn't understand, the boy was distraught, if only a little. He couldn't accept that everyone was just leaving, while his shipmates remained where they were, without plundering or even doing anything at all. There might have been something he was doing wrong, normally there was at least one person in the Black Spot Pirates telling him he was making some kind of mistake at any given moment, but he didn't know what it was. He was on the verge of losing his temper completely, but that, as he knew all too well, was not something that pirates did.
"Hello there. Are you lost? Do you need help finding your parents?"
"I don't have parents," Harry replied sullenly, not looking up at the woman. "Never needed 'em." He finally turned to make eye contact with the young woman, realizing she was the only person who acknowledged he was there. "My crew's asleep. They're all lazy gits, I say. But I ain't lost. No idea what's goin' on, but I know wheres I am."
He crossed his arms and frowned, expressing his disapproval. He knew the woman was talking down to him, which he didn't like at all. If most people spoke to him that way, he would correct them in a much more blunt fashion, resorting to violence if he saw the need, but there was something about this woman that made him refrain. He didn't know what it was though, or even why he was so hesitant around her.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Aug 9, 2014 22:38:54 GMT -5
"Your crew? Oh... you mean these people? I'm sorry, I thought..."
The musician showed some confusion at first, but was clearly surprised when she realized what Harry meant. He seemed awful young to be in a place like this, especially in a crew situation, and it was a little worrying to her. He might fit in well and have a good life with them, but just as easily he could be exploited by them and made to endure horrible things. It was not impossible for someone of his age, and she had heard of some horrible situations before, just one reason she could never see herself living a life at sea.
"Akki, you coming with?"
"Ah no, I'll probably stay here awhile with the boy."
"Very well then, thank you for your performance here Ms. Reijin."
"Don't just thank me, you've got the rest of us on your other boat!"
It seemed the last requirements to be made before departing were taken care of, and the rest of the ensemble and waiters made for their leave. A member of each, respectively, spoke to the lady to which she responded. After that they bid their farewells and went the way of the passengers. Before long, only she, the sleeping crew, and Harry remained on deck. The ship whistle sounded again, and eventually the boat started moving. It seemed there had to be at least some people remaining on board, perhaps the bare minimum to keep the boat operational, but they were nowhere to be seen. The ship proper, and the deck in particular, was now eerily empty.
"Well what's your name then? It looks like we're going to be spending some time together, the next stop isn't for awhile now, and you know my name now."
The remaining musician pulled out an unused chair from the table, and carefully sat down without trying to bother the sleeping crew.
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Post by Kyubey on Aug 13, 2014 2:59:06 GMT -5
The boy frowned, crossed his arms, and faced the other way from Akki. Just because he was at a loss, didn't mean he had to show it, and he definitely didn't need to be nice to anyone. Especially not the woman, who he had a particular disdain for, despite being strangely compelled by her for some reason. Nobody had been so honestly kind to him before. It made him uneasy, and he didn't like the uncertainty of it. As the various waiters and staff members spoke to Akki before leaving, Harry shot each of them a dark, bitter glare, before going back to purposefully looking at nothing. He was waiting for the woman to leave, but knew she wouldn't. It wouldn't be so bad, if he thought he would have been able to steal something from her, but at the moment it didn't seem like an option.
"...I'm Harry," he said, after staying silent for as long as he could, which wasn't very long for someone so young. "Harry McNichol. Member of the Black Spot Pirates. Best pirates in all the seas, we are." He puffed up his chest as he went on, feeling rather good about himself. He was proud of the crew he was in, even if at the moment they weren't giving him much reason to be.
He knew the boat was moving, and, as someone who had spent his entire life on water, he understood that this put him at a disadvantage. Being on a hostile ship, out in the open, with no easy means of escape, was about the worst position a pirate could be in. And he did consider himself a pirate, even if he was just a lost little boy.
"So, what d'you think made all my mates go to sleep like that? It ain't like 'em to just nod off all over the place. They need to get up soon anyhow, there's someone we're supposed to fight on this boat, I think. It'd be a real mess if they saw us all lyin' around like it's bedtime."
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Aug 19, 2014 23:51:13 GMT -5
"Best pirates in all the seas? No way, what about those really famous ones? Emperors, I think they're called? There was that old guy that attacked the headquarters of the Navy awhile back, and others like him. Nobody is better than them, right?"
Akki laughed a little at Harry's boasting, moving from the chair to her feet as she made her way over to the stage area. For the most part the rest of the band had taken everything with them, but there still remained standing a large bone-white harp, and a chair aside. Akki didn't sit down yet though, she just knelt and checked the tightness of the strings, though without actually making any sound.
"Well that was probably me, I played them a nice lullaby, if I do say so myself. I didn't know you were with them, or I would have sent you off as well, but then we wouldn't have been able to have this nice little talk. If there's supposed to be a fight though, then you're right, they probably should wake up. Ah, it was such a nice lullaby though, I don't think they'll even want to wake up."
Still testing the instrument, she looked to Harry with a soft smile.
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Post by Kyubey on Aug 20, 2014 20:21:46 GMT -5
"The Four Emperors? HA!" Harry laughed, crossing his arms and throwing his head back in a display of pride. "They aren't as fearsome as everyone thinks! If Whitebeard truly was the strongest, he wouldn't be dead. So only reason everyone's so scared of 'em, is 'cause nobody was brave enough to give 'em a proper challenge. But not Cap'n Singleton. He's gonna be the man to take 'em all down, show the world who the strongest pirates really are. He'll put things in order, he says."
It was clear at this point that Harry was simply parroting things he heard his captain say before, and not truly understanding most of it. Still, he fully believed that he was part of the greatest pirate crew in all the world, if only because he never actually saw any of his shipmates defeated. As such, while he knew his situation was far from being good, he wasn't nearly as wary as he should have been. At the time, he was pleased with being able to enlighten someone about how great and terrible Bardsey really was.
As Akki moved up to the stage, Harry followed her, a little irked that the person he was talking to just up and started walking away from him. Even if it was someone he didn't know, it was far better than standing awkwardly alone next to the napping crew. As Akki admitted to making the Black Spot Pirates fall asleep, his smug expression turned grim and angry. How dare she, really? When he first met Akki, he found her expression condescending, though still comforting, but now, he found nothing but anger towards her.
"So it's your fault?" he asked, speaking mostly through his teeth. "That's real dirty, and I don't like it at all. If you were plottin' against us, you should've come out with it at the start, and not talk as if you were all friendly like. If you did that to my crew, you can put 'em back, right? They've got someone to fight, and they can't do it like this! Put 'em back!" From his pocket, Harry pulled out a carving knife, not all that large, but disproportionately big for one of his size, and pointed it at Akki in a fashion that could be called threatening. "Put 'em back!"
He was young, and obviously inexperienced in direct combat, but Akki likely would still have been able to sense his bloodlust, which ran far deeper than what most would expect from a mere boy. He looked up at her with an intense glare, the grip on his knife tightening by the second. It seemed most natural to him that, since Akki had put the pirates to sleep, that only she would be able to set things right. And he was about ready to do whatever it took to make it happen.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Aug 21, 2014 1:56:35 GMT -5
"But if I came out with it at the start, then it would have just been all of you ganging up on me... actually it will still probably be like that. At any rate, I wouldn't have been able to single you out like this." she kept her focus on the harp as she spoke, but brought her fingers to a stop on the array of strings. "And I don't want to have to hurt you, you seem like such a nice young man."
Without warning, in a heretofore display of speed, her fingers danced across the strings to let loose a little flurry of music. Almost immediately, it would have felt like someone struck hard Harry's knife with some sort heavy club, like a metal bat to cause it to resonate violently along with the massive downward force. It was not an attack on him directly, but if he didn't let go then his hand might hurt just from being so suddenly jerked downwards, and perhaps even feel a bit numb from the violent resonance.
Either way though, Akki didn't wait to see if her disarming attempt worked, and went to grab him. She gambled that if Harry wasn't disarmed outright, then at least he would have a hard time of using the weapon against her properly. She might not have thought of him too highly as a threat, but she didn't just blindly ignore someone with a knife, so she felt the need to use her harp to help. With the sudden force, she had hoped to catch him off guard really.
"Don't freak out, it's ok! I don't want to hurt you!"
Along with some basic attempted stress reduction with her words, Akki aimed to grab Harry by the arms and pull him close. If she could wrap her own arms around him and hold him close in a bear hug of sorts, then from there she could proceed. Her most basic ambition with all of this was to get the angry child under control without either of them getting really hurt, and though she was no stronger than any other average woman of her age, she was still an adult and Harry a child.
It was of course, all a big risk to take, but she hoped she would at least be able to restrain him.
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Post by Kyubey on Aug 22, 2014 3:23:50 GMT -5
Harry scowled at Akki, still holding up the carving knife. He was only just now beginning to understand that she was the enemy that his crew was to fight, but more than that, he was furious beyond words that she wasn't taking him seriously. He was just about to follow through on his threat, when suddenly whatever Akki did took effect. Harry's eyes widened with surprise and fear, as it seemed as though his weapon had begun to move on its own. His first instinct was to drop it, but he held on, clenching his grip on the hilt as tight as he could, until his fingers turned red from the effort. He still had the knife, but he was forced to pause long enough for Akki to grab him.
"Oi, what're you doing?"
He struggled, trying his hardest to stab Akki while she was so close, but his arms were pinned. In that moment, he felt helpless, like there was nothing he could do. He hated that. He knew that Akki wasn't all that strong, and so not being able to do anything against her at all was a cruel humiliation.
"Didn't you hear me?" he shouted, "I told you to put 'em back!"
With all the strength he could manage in his position, he began violently thrashing about, in a mad attempt to force her to release him. He squirmed, kicked at her shins, and even attempted to bite her, if he could, clamping down on wherever was closest and holding on to the best of his abilities. He was doing everything he could think of, to get his knife hand free. Just because he was smaller than Akki, weaker than her, and the lowest member on his ship, did not mean he didn't still see himself as a true pirate, all the same. And though Akki didn't want to fight him like one, that just encouraged him to struggle all the harder.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Aug 23, 2014 2:42:26 GMT -5
She probably should have at least expected it beforehand, but Akki wasn't really prepared for how much Harry struggled against her efforts. As such, while trying to avoid getting kicked and stabbed, he managed to bite her shoulder without much problem. It hurt for sure and in the struggle she lost her footing, falling to the ground, somewhat on top of Harry. Thankfully her frame was smaller than average, but still it might hurt a little.
"Calm down, Harry stop it! You can't be in this fight, and not just because I don't want to hurt you!"
Either way they were on the deck, and rolling to the side a bit so she wasn't just laying on top of him, she hoped to be able to better restrain him or at least pin him to the deck. Seeing as he wouldn't give up so easily, her main focus was on the knife now, since she could feel more certain about physically subduing him if he was unarmed. Although she ran a greater risk of him breaking free in doing so, after attempting to restrict his movement a little more, she aimed to quickly turn her attention and grip to his knife hand. Obviously not grabbing the blade itself, but if she could get his wrists or even just his hand, she might be able to wrest the knife from the boy. Even if it meant twisting his wrist a little or squeezing his hand to get it.
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Post by Kyubey on Aug 23, 2014 4:54:27 GMT -5
"Mmmrrrrph! MMMMMPH!"
As Akki began to fall forward, so too did Harry lose his footing, given his much smaller frame and the fact that he was currently latched onto her in more ways than one. As he hit the ground, with Akki's weight on top of him, Harry clenched his teeth with pain, which, given that he was still biting his opponent, probably would have been felt to some extent. Given how hard he had bitten her, it was likely that he may have started to draw blood. Now that he was on the floor, Harry felt even more vulnerable than he was earlier, but his position was not without some small advantages over where he was previously. He was ever so slightly less restrained than he was before, being now able to slightly move his arms, and his legs being significantly more free. The main downside, apart from being pinned to the floor, was that his visibility was low, and he couldn't fully see Akki. However, he could feel her moving about and acting to restrain him like she did before.
His first and most immediate instinct was to use the opportunity granted by how open his legs were, and began thrashing about, even harder than he had been when the two of them were still standing. As he couldn't see his legs, he could only guess at which direction to kick in, so he was more attacking wildly and randomly than with precision. It was only when she went for the knife that he began acting with more of a direct purpose. He maintained his tight grip, his hand stinging under the effort, as he fought to keep control over his weapon. Even as his hand was being directly held back, he put all his strength into pushing it forward, straining it against Akki's efforts. With how strong Akki was compared to him, however, it wasn't likely that Harry would have been able to keep it up for long.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Aug 28, 2014 0:53:50 GMT -5
Although he managed to get some clear hits on her, since they were right next to each other, there wasn't all that much reach he could get to really give them any impact. Plus, the fact that he was just a child, so she wasn't in some significant danger of being seriously hurt by his physical strikes to begin with. Chances were, his biting was about the most dangerous thing he could do unarmed. Seeing this, or rather feeling this though, still holding onto his hand she moved up and attempted to position herself to be sitting on him. Not in a manner to hurt him, but just to simply keep him from flailing around and causing much further trouble.
"Harry, enough! Cut it out, or I'll just put you to sleep too."
Again, she just continued to focus her effort on his knife hand, if he wouldn't listen to reason or her body weight.
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