~bellatrix~ (reboot)

Hours passed as the goddess of judgement watched the recorded footage within the orb, showing the immediate area and happenings of the man with the violin she had met so long ago. Meanwhile, a bored maid gave up on waiting for her question's answer and began looking at the various abandoned items, the shelved items forgotten and unknown to many. Eventually, Innacent began to realize rotating parts of the orb could be moved to view different times. Going back revealed long periods of dull storage, before finally showing a famous violinist using it.
In truth, this violinist is dull, a man without personality.
She rubbed her eyes and looked at the maid, who stretched an item that appeared to be a black elastic harness of unusual design.
"I wouldn't wear that if I were you, not unless you want to add another fifty centimeters to your bust."
Surprised by the sudden statement after hours nothing being said, the maid jumped and quickly slipped it back onto the shelf, blushing.
"I- I won't wear it!"
"But if you want, you may take it with you. Use it for your husband."
Still blushing, the maid decided to take up the goddess's offer, slowly slipping the brassiere into her apron.
"Thank you."
Done with her brief break and no longer interested in the legendary violinist, Innacent decided to go forward in time instead. Skipping the dull times of unuse, she watched the man's doings, sifting through the footage. His usual clothing eventually changed into a style faithfully devoted to wearing black and white in equal amounts. Seeing his metamorphosis over the years, she grew sorrowful. After some time, she began to realize he did not age.
How? He's a human!
After a hundred years forward on the orb, she became more shocked by the man. He did some good things, but went on to do purely abhorrent things. Innacent trembled in rage with every moment she watched the orb. Clutching the orb, it slowly cracked from her intense grip as she spied into the past, nearing the present footage.
When... when is this man, no, this monster, just going to die!?

 

"Bah and just where is ye 'Leviathan' eh? Ye been all bark a bluff so let me she this ship of yers" Donavan begrudging stated before a woman appeared before him.

"She be me home, and my sword on the sea. Never have we ran from battle and never lost her" Donavan boosted to Leon about his ship while his crew began eyeing the dragon and leon's crew

A males voice sounded as one of Donavan's crew men escorted a rouge-ish man to him. he looked over to Leon and even to Oran before back at the man.
"He be one of yours or did this cursed place gain another inhabitant?" After looking over the man Donavan though he could use another crew member.
"Well Lad, if ye want to join me welcome aboard, I'll have one of me men take ye to an open bunk. Unless ye need one more Leon?"
Walking over to the side of the Dragon shouted to his men.
"Larry get ye arse up here, ye need to escort a new member to their bunk. As for the rest of ye dogs i got a few announcements" Clearing his throat he spoke. "Firstly, we made it lads so it's time to find that treasure . And secondly I am revoking one of me rules, there will be no lashes if are having any romance on the ship. Furthermore Blackwater be off-limits unless we feel like getting beat by her lover.... Me....." The entire crews jaw dropped while the quartermaster had a slight smirk while stiffing a laugh. Some mumbles of 'here we go again' 'what' and '10 gold says they make it this time' could barely be heard.

 

"Thank you captain Leon you won't regret letting me aboard I promise names Jason and I've heard so much about you and the Dragon it's an honor." Jason said this though in his head he was thinking damit I really wanted to be on captain Donavans boat oh well I guess.
One of the crew members showed Jason to his bunk. He walked in and set his stuff down and before heading back out he said he needed to change clothes. Which was true he hadn't changed in four days so, but as the crew member walked away a quite but very noticeable sobbing could be heard from his bunk. "Well I don't know if you can see this shino but I made I finally made it." It had always been one of their dreams to be aboard either leons or donavans ship but never did he think he would actually make it.

Jason got dressed after he cried for about ten minutes and walked out on deck and to his surprise. There was no worries amongst the crew. Jason was shocked by this fact because every crew that he's seen loos it when they know they're about to travel thread watters another reason he prefers his own boat. But he was in it for the long run now and he was committed to see this through. Jason then found the crew member that showed him his bunk and asked him if he knew we're captain Leon is the crew member said yes and Jason explained that he wanted to talk to him more mostly about his master whom Leon knew personally. The crew member showed him to the captain he thanked him then he turned to the captain and said. "You probably don't remember him but my master was once on your crew his name is shino but importantly he is dead. What really pains me about it is that he was also my closest friend. But anyway I was wondering if I could do a combat trial to prove my worth to you I know I'm new to the ship, but trust me I'm good with my sword I will fight whoever you choose and let you decide what to do with me then. Wether it be to make me walk off or make me be on the frontlines I will accept your judgment and carry out my orders."

 

Sir Valentine Le Flōch lumbered up the stairs from the lower cabin, his eyes locking on his target. He increased his pace until he reached Jason and put his hand on the person's shoulder with absolute disgust evident on Flōch's face.

He took a deep breathe before beginning, "My good sir, you are hereby officially dead. Do not turn around." He reached down, unstrapping the flintlock attached to his leg - a change from his usual Eagle, but that wouldn't matter for this.
"You have been warned various times during your course of stay and yet have not shown improvement. You are therefore put to death, immediately. Please, know that I don't care for you and this brought me no joy."
Flōch swiped his victim's popliteal using his right arm, quickly regaining his composure and resting the barrel of the flintlock on his victim's skull. "Farewell."
He pulled the trigger and the deed was done.

He discarded the gun by throwing it straight into the sea, grabbing the back of whatever clothing Jason may have been wearing and hoisting him up, propelling him straight into the sea as well. He would soon be good fish bait.

And with that, Flōch nodded to the nearest crewman and collapsed in on himself, leaving with a resonating "pop".

 

Oran sighed. "Sorry mate. No one that's ever encountered the Levianthan has been seen again."

Oran glanced over at the girl that had just appears out of nowhere.
"I'm sorry, who are you again?"

 

OOT:
Slightly edited Innacent's appearance details and creature status of her in my specs post of her. That's all.

 

I point to myself.
"Leon."
I point to Donavan.
"Donavan."
Then I look over to Donavan with a wide grin.
"Ye sure ye still want 'im on yer crew? The lad sounds like quite a handful."

That should have been the end of Jason's story...but suddenly, time stopped and a light appeared from the heavens, shining down on the floating corpse of Jason! From this glorious light came a mysterious figure clothed in bright golden spandex and wearing a stylish helmet. He was known as...

King Justice, Aspect of Divine Retribution!

The light surrounding King Justice, Aspect of Divine Retribution grew brighter and brighter until a flash of light whisked him away to a distant land along with Jason's corpse. Time began to flow once again, leaving any onlookers baffled and amazed.

In this faraway land, a forest surrounded by thick trees on all sides where they would not be disturbed, King Justice, Aspect of Divine Retribution laid his hands on Jason's body. A light came from his hands and in an instant, Jason was alive again, fully healed as if nothing happened at all! When Jason woke up, he was all like "Dude, that was sweet! Thanks, broseph!"

But King Justice, Aspect of Divine Retribution was displeased with Jason. For he had broken the sacred laws multiple times! Such evil deeds must be punished, but not by death, for such a death would also violate the sacred laws! And so, in his deep, booming voice, King Justice, Aspect of Divine Retribution spoke.
"Thou dost know the sacred laws, yet thou dost not heed them. Thou shall be shown thy evil ways and made to repent!"
He slapped Jason across the face with his palm. Then he backhanded him. Then he unleashed a flurry of back and forth slaps so furiously powerful, his hand nearly caught on fire! Jason's face was very red after the slapping, causing him to clutch his cheeks in pain as he whined and bemoaned his fate.
"Owwww! I'm sorry, I won't do it again!"
"SILENCE!! Thy judgement hath not been fully rendered yet!"

He then wrapped his arms around Jason and gave him the German Suplex of Righteous Indignation! Jason bawled as every bone in his body was shattered simultaneously, but it didn't kill him because King Justice, Aspect of Divine Retribution healed him immediately. But even after the healing, it was very, very, VERY painful. Such is the fate of one who suffers the German Suplex of Righteous Indignation!

So you can imagine how much life sucked for Jason when King Justice, Aspect of Divine Retribution performed the German Suplex of Righteous Indignation TEN MORE TIMES, healing him after each one just so he could suplex him again. It was brutal! It was horrific! But it needed to be done. King Justice, Aspect of Divine Retribution did not enjoy inflicting this unbelievably excruciating pain on others, but he did what he had to do. Fight on, you brave soul! Fight on!

After this punishment was finished, Jason was left a quivering mess on the floor, weakly whispering "I want my mommy" under his breath. After some time, Jason finally looked up and spoke.
"Is...is it over?"
"NAY! For thou hath yet to face...THE FINAL JUDGEMENT!"
King Justice, Aspect of Divine Retribution picked up Jason and held him close. Then his shoes turned into rocket boots and the two of them flew up into the sky! Higher and higher they soared until they flew above the stars and into space!
"The time hath come...for THE FINAL JUDGEMENT to be rendered! REPENT FOR YOUR CRIMES!!"
Then, at an unbelievable speed, they rocketed back down to the planet! Jason screamed at the top of his lungs as they re-entered the atmosphere, a cone of fire forming around them. As this happened, King Justice, Aspect of Divine Retribution sang a song that he had heard long ago...

'Cause you got...
No chance! No chance in Hell! You got...
No chance! No chance in Hell! You got...
No chance! No chance in Hell! You got...
No chance! No chance in Hell!

Side note, the Theory of a Deadman version is clearly the superior version. How come the WWE don't use that one? But that's not important right now, back to the story!

The ground was soon in sight...it was the very same island that they started from, Levia Infernis! The cone of fire burned brighter and now the two of them looked like a meteor streaking across the sky, approaching the ground quickly. In fact, just a few seconds after the ground came into view, the two of them violently slammed into it, creating a mushroom cloud of fire and sand as they collided with the beach!

King Justice, Aspect of Divine Retribution was unharmed, but Jason was incinerated in an instant. But again, this sort of demise would be against the sacred laws. So King Justice, Aspect of Divine Retribution revived Jason once again! Then he spoke with that deep, booming, sexy voice of his.
"Thou hast received The Final Judgement. May it cleanse thy soul from all impurities and guide thee on the path of the sacred laws!"
Then he pulled out the memory-erasing device from Men in Black and flashed it in Jason's eyes, removing his memories of everything that had taken place, including all of his deaths. Now that the deed was done, King Justice, Aspect of Divine Retribution gave Jason one last farewell, waving his hand in front of his face.
"You can't see me!"
Then, in a puff of smoke, he disappeared. No doubt he's out there right now, ensuring that justice is done in some faraway land, or even a faraway world. Wherever he is, he's fighting for us all. Fight on, brave warrior. Fight on.

Mordred nodded back to Trinity.
"It was...strange at first. In a way, I am still not quite accustomed to sleeping so close to someone else. Normally, the only sounds I hear before I fall asleep are the calm evening breeze and the occasional wild animal roaming the plains. The closest I come to staying around other people are my occasional visits to a local inn, where I hear the footsteps of the other patrons from behind my locked door."
He sat up in the bed, looking into Trinity's eyes.
"Even so, it was quite pleasant. To hear your gentle breathing, to feel your heartbeat so close to me...it was different, but it was a welcome change. Truth be told, it was the most restful sleep I have had in quite a long time."

Leif let out a weary sigh and covered his face with his hand.
"Oh, this should go swimmingly. No pun intended."
He gave the sirens a firm look.
"New plan. Follow my lead and when you talk, don't say anything stupid, okay? Then maybe, just maybe, we can all get through this without things going horribly wrong."
He waited for their response before taking them to Leon.

 

As Karma performed his Void techniques on his Vocale Violin, opening portals to the Void, he saw something he never before witnessed. Before him, in the portal he had created to monstrous proportions, he witnessed an oddly dressed man beating up another man. Never before has he ever witnessed an event like this before. Beating and healing the man, the spectacle continued on and on. Karma watched the scene before him, making a face of utter disgust.
"What... the.. f*ck?"
He nearly stopped playing, but continued when he realized the portal began to close up. When it was over and King Justice vanished, Karma stopped playing, dumbstruck.
"This somehow felt gay."

 

OOT Fixed

As all this was happening Jason muttered to himself don't come out don't come out everyone aboard the ship looked at him like he was a weakling then all of a sudden he changed and started to fight the king of divine justice and actually going blow for blow with him what happened to him then he spoke "It was not the host of this body that broke your stupid laws it was I king of divine justice the embodiment of extreme strength and anguish now you will perish as so many others have before me" he went blow after blow with the king for ten minutes with the king of divine justice before he looked over at the one who threw Jason into the water and said "You fucking prick Irony see why he didn't even use his full potential and made it seem like he was week he could've beat you really quick all he had to do was use his full capabilities" Jason's other personality kept insulting everyone aboard he then knocked out the king of divine justice everyone looked shocked. He jumped back aboard and then he collapsed blood coming out of his mouth Jason was back "oh no he came out again God if I didn't hold back this wouldn't have happened well before I pass out what do you think captain am I worth keeping I understand if you say no." Just then Jason passed out from the damage received to his body it was amazing he lived after all that

 

"Lad's name is Jason i believe, as for where we are putting him, could always move ye stuff into my quarters. Opens up a room at the least" Donavan shrugged not sure of what to say if she refused to join him. Then again after the event's of last night it would prove a more common happening of them staying in the same room.

Donavan groaned before jabbing Leon with his arm. "The lad's more yer speed, he will feel right at home with ye crew. I'll take Leif as a trade, what do ya say?"
Donavan jokingly said while leaving the ship.
"Anyway Good luck in yer quest to bring back the princess and what not" He turned to his crew and gave a wave.
"Alright lads and Lorena time we began our own treasure hunt. Inward we go"
Donavan unknowingly set out on the same path Leon and his crew once tracked to find the princess. So began the silent race to the princess, one crew for noble reasons the other for the gold alone

 

The sirens nodded in agreement and followed behind Leif.

OOT: sorry DM, not sure what else to post.

 

OOT: Right, uh...that whole thing with the new character, that was just a troll post. I thought I made that pretty obvious with the blatant rule breaking, the John Cena reference and just how ridiculous the whole thing was. So yeah, we're moving along like that didn't happen.

I smile back to Donavan and give him a quick wave goodbye.
"Aye, it's been a pleasure, Captain Donavan. May the winds carry ye to good fortune."
I've gotta admit, I'm a little sad to see them go. They seemed like good, honorable pirates-- kind of like us, I'd like to think-- and I can't help but wonder if we'll ever run into each other again. Who knows, the ocean's a big place but stranger things have certainly happened, especially to this crew.

I'm just about to walk back into the ship when I see someone coming. It's Leif, perfect timing! It looks like he's brought a few guests...I wonder what that's about. Ah well, I wave him over with a hearty laugh!
"Hey, it's good to see you're still in one piece! I figured you'd be able to handle it."
Now that Donavan and Lorena are gone, I don't even bother with the pirate accent. I'm tired of keeping it up, and besides...when I think of pirate accents, I think of...what they were talking about last night. All of that stuff about....gay pirate orgies. Yeah, there it is, I just felt a shiver run down my spine.

Leif waved back to Leon as he brought the sirens aboard the ship. He got a few funny looks and nasty glares from the crew on the way up, but he waved them off and continued without breaking his gait. With a smile that did nothing to hide how clearly uncomfortable he felt, Leif spoke up.
"Hey, Leon! So, you know those sirens that were causing a little bit of trouble?"

I nod back to Leif.
"Right, you did a great job of taking care of them. That was pretty fast! I haven't exactly worked out your payment yet, but whatever I decide to pay you, I'll make sure you get a bonus!"
I look at the three girls standing behind Leif, tilting my head slightly.
"Who are they?"

Leif's fake smile grew wider.
"So, about that. The sirens...want to come with us. It turns out they weren't actually trying to eat us, they were just trying to make friends!"
There's an awkward silence for a few moments, which was broken by a clearly unconvinced Leon.
"So you're telling me...these girls are the sirens? YOU BROUGHT THEM ON THE SHIP?!"
Leif responded with a thumbs-up.
"You're always looking for new recruits for your pirate crew, right? Well, here you go! They want to be friends and go on adventures and all that fun stuff."
"They tried to brainwash the crew!"
"Okay, admittedly, they're not very good at making a first impression. But I've got a good feeling about them, I think they're on the level. I know it sounds crazy but I believe them."
He then turned to the sirens and motioned towards Leon.
"Go on, this is your chance, so tell him."

There was something about the way Trinity shyly looked up at him, something about the way she innocently asked her question that caught the recently-awoken, unsuspecting Mordred off-guard. He blinked a few times at her, hesitating to respond.
"Ah, yes, of course..."
He averted his gaze and cleared his throat, taking a moment to regain his composure.
"What I mean to say is, I would like that very much."
With the fleeting moment of embarrassment gone, he looked back to Trinity and continued.
"It makes sense from a practical perspective. We would already be close to each other in case any sort of incident occurs during the night and we would be able to share body heat in cold environments."
Then, as he briefly averted his eyes again, he spoke in a hushed tone.
"Also...it was quite pleasant."

 

Oran shrugged.
"I say that to a lot of women. Best is relative to the women after."
Then he smirked. "And usually, I prefer fair maidens with a littlle more..." He mimed large breasts on his own chest, "...substance, around here."

 

Jason woke up coughing he was in so much pain he could barley move but he had to do his daily work out. So he then got up with determination and started his workout which consists of two hundred pushups three hundred situps twenty suicide sprints and a thirty minute plank. After he was done his body felt much better and he walked onto the main deck and got to work helping in anyway he could if something needed t o be tied he help something needed cut he helped he helped with everything.

Jason felt as if he was a burden to everyone on the ship so he wanted to make sure he did anything and everything he could to help out. "Take that you bastard I'll never be a burden to anyone ever again." He just realized he said that aloud and everyone nearby could hear him he didn't care he just continued with his work. When the day was over he went to his bunk and slept. Tomorrow's gonna be the same thing get up workout go onto main deck help in anyway possible.

 

As Lorena gave her grand speak Donavan simply shook his head while placing his sword on his shoulder. Once she finished he bonked her on the head with the hilt of his sword.
"That be enough Captain Blackwater, ye win one bet and ye be turning my crew on it's head..." He said sarcastically. he made a mental note of all the crew who said Why him, and bastard, they would get the shitter jobs as punishment.
"Any man or woman willing to join the pirate life may, now whether or not they stay be a different story. But we have no room for no barmaids nor dandy men like the Dragon. Now Onward men"
Donavan and crew pressed onward on the path, encountering a few dead crew members and elf scouts. He frowned as this meant that even more people were after the princess, or rather that her captures were elfs.
"Bah damned Pointy Ears, keep sharp lads. At sea we be nigh invincible and them elfs be like another other man... but on land it be a different story"
Keeping a eye out and an ear open he heard some rutlsing just before an ambush of an elf patrol sprang on the crew. While Donavan's crew vastly out number the party the attacked, prehaps to keep buy time for others ahead as the crew was getting close.

Drawing his Cutlass Donavan engaged one of the scouts. He took up a strange stance, almost one of a fencer, before lunging and striking the elf. The weight of the cutlass made it impossible for the elf to block the strike.
"Come on now, ye elfs are suppose to be master swordsmen, where is ye skills?' He said with a grin.
"Any old fool can swing a sword, but it takes a man to wield it with skill, and a gentlemen to master it!' Donavan landed another strike sending the elfs sword into the air, which he then caught and changed stance once again. Swinging the cutlass erratically, striking the elf then pireceing him with his own sword. The crew of the Boar had finished off the other other scouts as well.
"Well that was something eh?"