Closed RP: A Pirate Mission

[likeabadpenny.livejournal.com]

There was a mission at hand; a mission of the utmost importance. Capytan Peg-Leg Pete, the Dread Pirate Morgan and Swashbuckling Specs had formed a dreaded Pirate Crew, and the Captain had decreed that they must go find his brother Nathan.

Why? Such lofty questions were not pondered at length in Peter's mind, but this was important. Nathan had to be part of the crew! And he had to help them bury some treasure, because Nathan was an Adult and could help with these sorts of things.

So Peter led them on a dangerous mission; running through-out the halls of Hogwarts, waving their guns and swords (sticks, really), hollering at the tops of their voices. Leading the way into Slytherin (which he felt was where Nathan was), Peter stopped in the middle of the common room, looking a little lost.

"NAAAAATHAAAANNN," he screamed, and then turned to Rachel and Gabriel, hands on his hips. "He'll be here. Somewhere. Nathan's always here when it's important." And obviously a pirate mission was of the utmost importance.

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[soopernathan.livejournal.com]

Hug? Hug! There was currently A PERSON OF THE FEMALE PERSUASION. ...HUGGING HIM. Gabriel's arms shot out to the sides, as he stumbled back a few steps, with a movement that could only be described as an all-out flail. Egads. Hugging. What did he do? Did he hug her back? Did he offer consolation?! Did he thank her? This was the kind of stuff that his mother should have been teaching him! How much mayonnaise one would put into a tuna sandwich was not important, mostly because tuna fish was disgusting! Hugging, however: Important!

"I... don't... yes!" he managed to stammer back, and then Dread Pirate Morgan was most certainly doing something involving lips and his cheek that may or may not have been a kiss, and dear God. Another flail, as Gabriel's eyes widened to comical proportions behind thick-rimmed glasses and every muscle in his body went ramrod straight. Um. Girl germs, girl germs, get it off, he wasn't married, he was going to H E Double Hockey Sticks! "And I'm not good at hockey," he hissed to DPM, randomly, without really informing her as to what was currently going on in his train of thought.

Right. Apparently Big Man With Giant Chin was much more interesting than the boy who could not even handle a kiss on the cheek - which, at the moment, Gabriel had no problem with, and he was definitely taking a few waddling steps away, arms still stuck out to the sides in an attempt to get the germs very decidedly not onto himself. What to do, what to do.

Peter was definitely throwing his arms around Nathan, and, damn, he'd forgotten how adorable this kid had been, hadn't he? He still had the whole puppy eyes thing going on, but how much worse was it when it was four-year-old puppy eyes? Nathan's mouth even quirked into something that... might have been a hint towards something that possibly resembled a grin. He was just so damn cute.

The little redhead was flouncing over to Nathan, then, tears still streaked down her cheeks, and he let out a weird sort of sound of distress. Oh, man. Arms all splayed and he may or may not have felt really bad now. He made a kid cry! Who was proud of something like that? "Okay, okay, and then... Specs," he muttered under his breath, even as said Specs automatically squealed something about not needing a piggy back ride or anything else possibly involving pigs. Which were dirty.

Specs. Was that seriously his name? What mean-ass parents.

...Or maybe it was for the glasses thing. Whatever. Kids were... weird.

Nathan was grabbing Rachel under the armpits and swinging the girl up over his shoulders, protective hold of her legs to keep her from slipping and... entirely sure he was going to be regretting this tomorrow. Namely, his back. "Holding on?" Hopefully not around his throat?

[likeabadpenny.livejournal.com]

While Dread Pirate Morgan and Nathan were piggy-backing, Peter quickly lost interest and had decided to wander around behind the couch. He'd talk to Specs, but Specs kept glaring at his brother and Peter wasn't sure if he liked that, because everyone liked Nathan, and if Specs didn't, then clearly he wasn't part of everyone. Which made him... well, Peter didn't really know, but he didn't want to find out.

Turned out the back of the couch was a great hiding place. Nobody would find him here! He could be invisible. (Of course, this thought automatically prompted him to turn invisible, but Peter didn't notice at all. These things are not important when you're trying to hide.)

Ooh, a bookcase! Peter's mind automatically equated this with a great launching spot, because he'd always wanted to fly and spent a great deal of time jumping off things. So he climbed up the bookcase to sit on the top - a bit of a mission for a four year old - and swung his legs happily, watching Nathan and Rachel with a silly grin.

When it was his turn, Nathan could catch him! That would be fun!

[racheltherunner.livejournal.com]

The second I got picked up I started giggling, tears completely forgotten in the joy of a really good piggy back ride. Nathan was tall! That was essential for optimum ride potential.

Clasping my hands around the top of his head, I laughed, ducking my forehead against him in glee. Except something was missing!

"You have to make the noises," I informed Nathan in exasperation, kicking my feet against his chest. "My daddy always makes the noises."

I looked around for confirmation, except Specs seemed to be having some kind episode and Peter was...

Where was he?

Eyes going wide, I looked wildly around the room, body twisting as I tried to find him. He was missing! Kidnapped! Taken by rival pirates!

"CAPYTAN PETE!" I shouted. "WHERE ARE YOU?"

Oh no! Mount the rescue operation!

[soopernathan.livejournal.com]

Okay, yes, ow ow ow. Child hands, grabbing at his head. Tiny feet were flailing away at his chest too, and Nathan staggered for a second, realizing it was probably not good to fall on his ass with a kid latched around his forehead, Gabriel would have been muttering something relative to, 'fall, fall, FALL' were his girlfriend not all the way up there, and, dear God, suddenly everything had lapsed into total disaster.

"I'm not... making," Nathan started to puff out between strange noises of distress, grasping Rachel's legs - gently! - for... purchase! Yes. That was it entirely. Not because he was going to have foot-shaped bruises against his collarbones. Besides, something entirely more worrisome had sprung up.

Where was Peter?

"Peter?" he called out to the room, eyes narrowing into a glare. "Peter," in that 'get out here now, you little shit' sort of voice that he had to use all too often with this kid. Even Gabriel calmed enough to Purell his hands rather than the useless flailing from before, huge gasping breaths as if he'd run a mile rather than experience a hug. No, really, he was good. He was all good. So where had his captain disappeared off to...?