06-03-2018, 03:48 PM
[div style="width: 45%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]At the Nautical Mile captain's call the snowy Siberian tiger padded in the direction of the admittedly beautiful and ornate Tempest, sparing no time to climb aboard and abandon the island for the time being. A meet and greet was entertaining and all, but only for so long. After all, it was often just the same thing: get together, say your name, stick around and hear othe names, leave. Frankly he didn't expect this instance to be any different, save for the fact that they were on the Typhoon's treasured seafaring vessel instead of some random circle somewhere.
Then Pincher decided to throw a curve and undocked the whole ass ship with everyone there in tow, himself included. He had to admit, he wasn't even surprised in the slightest. Of course.
Iosef figured that as a warbound pirate, he had to expect anything and everything and be prepared to handle whatever was thrown at him. In this instance he didn't seem particularly taken aback, leisurely letting himself take a seat where the others were gathered and wrapping his tail around his white paws. He wasn't afraid of the sea—why would he be? They were pirates, and pirates sure as hell knew how to navigate out in the vast waters. His crewmates had to be expert seafarers, otherwise Pincher would not pull this hilarious stunt in the first place...would he?
Regardless, he was here to get acquainted with everyone else that got onto the Tempest for the same reason. And that he would be more than willing to do. "I'm Iosef Aslanov," he declared, "and I'm from Mother Russia. I spend my days chugging vodka as if it were water and doing Slav squats at three in the morning." None of this was remotely serious, and he punctuated on that with a charmingly deadpan tone and a completely straight face. It wasn't that far from his real daily routine, after all.
//what the h e c c is up y'all, I'm Psy and I'm a college student who's praying for the sweet sweet release of death. I like to read and write and watch films and play guitar and all that jazz since I love music, movies, and books. I also roleplay Zjarr and that's kinda it for now uhhh...at least until I get every other potential character set up. Idk what to do with my life but I know I'm here for a good time not a long time so uhhh yeah that's my sorry ass
Then Pincher decided to throw a curve and undocked the whole ass ship with everyone there in tow, himself included. He had to admit, he wasn't even surprised in the slightest. Of course.
Iosef figured that as a warbound pirate, he had to expect anything and everything and be prepared to handle whatever was thrown at him. In this instance he didn't seem particularly taken aback, leisurely letting himself take a seat where the others were gathered and wrapping his tail around his white paws. He wasn't afraid of the sea—why would he be? They were pirates, and pirates sure as hell knew how to navigate out in the vast waters. His crewmates had to be expert seafarers, otherwise Pincher would not pull this hilarious stunt in the first place...would he?
Regardless, he was here to get acquainted with everyone else that got onto the Tempest for the same reason. And that he would be more than willing to do. "I'm Iosef Aslanov," he declared, "and I'm from Mother Russia. I spend my days chugging vodka as if it were water and doing Slav squats at three in the morning." None of this was remotely serious, and he punctuated on that with a charmingly deadpan tone and a completely straight face. It wasn't that far from his real daily routine, after all.
//what the h e c c is up y'all, I'm Psy and I'm a college student who's praying for the sweet sweet release of death. I like to read and write and watch films and play guitar and all that jazz since I love music, movies, and books. I also roleplay Zjarr and that's kinda it for now uhhh...at least until I get every other potential character set up. Idk what to do with my life but I know I'm here for a good time not a long time so uhhh yeah that's my sorry ass
[glow=#0097a3,2,300]LOSERS WEEPERS[/glow] — ❆
haha rip these goofs