Hate her. Hate them all.

*The sun filters through the cracked and grimy windows of the abandoned warehouse. It's a nice day outside, and no doubt there are plenty of new visitors to the Nexus enjoying it ( Read more... )

( A little OOC stuff.... )

It's been a while ( Read more... )

((I'm aware that I often neglect poor Cerv in favour of my other pups - or one pup in particular. :P

But so - he needs his plotlines. I have a couple of long-term ideas, but I'm aware that people may still wish to be revenged upon him for cutting off vicioussweetie's hand. If you want a crack at him for this, I'm here and ready to play it. goodform is due to do battle ( Read more... )

Give an undead pirate a sword, and he will run you through.

Give him the means to find his own swords, and he will be able to run as many people through as he likes.

It takes days ( Read more... )

And for a long while, Cervantes thinks only of the pain...He wishes, perhaps, as he lies huddled and cursing in some hidden corner of the Nexus, that the long-lost Soul Edge would be returned to him, as it gives an odd sort of comfort and certainly helps prolong his unnatural life: wishes also that his victory, sweet as it had undoubtedly been with ( Read more... )

Burn to ashes.

*on one of the least busy corners of the Nexus, one which is even less busy at the moment because...well...big glowering undead pirates tend to put people off lingering too long - Cervantes is standing with his arms folded belligerantly, scanning any passer-by with blank eyes*