<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/szp3luc.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Abigail Hardwood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306478.msg14926652#msg14926652)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>everyone<br/><strong>HP: </strong>23/26<strong>Armor:</strong>4<strong>XP: </strong>1/8<br/><strong>Action:</strong>discarding items: scale armor (3 weight) dungeon rations (1 weight) poultices and herbs (1 weight)<br/>gold carried: 500<br/>put on armor<br/>threaten Maclah<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>put on armor: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=138090)<br/><hr/><br/>"Oh I'm super, thanks for asking!" Abigail cooed affectionately, giving the pirate captain a warm hug, taking the opportunity to bury her face in her cleavage for a moment, Saltbeard's own groping reminding her that it's been a while since she's gotten to rest in Claire's pillows. Weighed down in gear as she was, Abigail was only able to carry so much gold with her, but even that proved to be a small fortune. In fact in her whorish greed Abigail began hastily discarding items that were no longer necessary. What need was there for rations after all? There were plenty of foodstuffs back on the ship. And healing herbs? Pointless with their dear princess around. She even began peeling off the armored portions of her outfit, leaving only the skimpy cloth outfit underneath.<br/><br/>However as she peeled the armor off, her eyes inevitably drew back to the bundle of formerly animate armor, thinking back to what Hatch had said, "let it know huh...hmmm" she stood up, straightening her back and rolling her neck and shoulders limberly, "eh? off? oh yeah it does look pretty form fitting, good idea..." she mused, gently propping Hatch up against her pack and shamelessly shedding off the rest of her clothes right there in the treasure room as the others continued hauling out gold, "oh wow, chilly in here..." she mused with a giggle, ignoring any strange looks as she focused intently on the armor, "alright then...go!" she said, thrusting her arm out in a dynamic pose, calling forth the gauntlet...nothing, not even a shake..."Uhh...heheh, what I meant to say was...Come!"...nothing..."u-uhhmmm...fly! here! to me! return!" she shouted, each call punctuated by another fighting pose, trying to decipher the secret to it, but still...nothing, nothing, nothing, and...nothing. Frustrated the girl threw her hands up and let out an exasperated groan, "Well fuck me I guess!"<br/><br/>THWWOOMP!!<br/><br/>Before she could blink one of the gauntlets had shot forth from her pack slipping itself over her arm with dizzying speed and precision, "woah, what the-?" THUUMP! suddenly the other arm flew to her, catching her so off guard that it left her teetering on one leg, the other flailing in the air with the rest of her limbs as she struggled to keep balance. Taking advantage of this one of the greaves would thrust itself upon her leg, fitting as fine as a glass slipper, it's weight dropping her leg back down onto steady footing, "Oh I get it now!" she exclaimed, starting to get the hang of it as one by one the pieces of armor fit themselves onto her body (https://youtu.be/pa7BBLAL1i0), forming a full suit of strangely warm plate around her voluptuous body, fitting her form snug like a glove...or like a groping hand, "wow...this feels pretty nice actually..." she cooed, giggling as she squirmed into the suits affectionate caress, and with the suit in hand she was able to turn her attention back to her haul of loot once more.<br/><br/>Unburdened by life saving necessities and re-burdened by a couple hundred tiny discs of avarice, Abigail was able to significantly increase her haul, the jubilant spring in her steel-lined step causing her to splash around in the ankle deep water, like a child dancing through puddles after a storm. When they arrived on the ship Abigail greeted the crewgirl with an affectionate hug, offering out similar embraces to any of the other crew who cared to partake, "thanks for holding down the fort everyone, we scored big time!" she cooed, plopping down the sacks of gold before reaching in and throwing entire fistfuls into the air to rain down on them, though as awesome a show as it made the results were more like pelting hail than rain.<br/><br/>Dancing around in her glitzy glory, Abigail would suddenly stop as the fearsome Maclah walked by, whistling as he was, "huh? what's that?...umm, ok. I'll tell him!" she cooed, listening to Hatch. Skipping up to the warrior Abigail would gently tap him on the shoulder, "Uh hello, Mr. Macaw sir? Not to be bothersome, but my friend told me to ask you stop whistling like that" she said, as politely as possible, "and also that I should cut off your head if you don't" she said, raising Hatch up demonstrably, her casual threat coming off even more perturbing than normal with her friendly face hidden behind the emotionless steel helmet, "huh? oh just put it anywhere, I'm sure the crew have plenty of treasure chests laying around to put it all in" she said, casually turning her attention away from the man she was threatening to behead over to Salt beard, "and as for your reward...well, I suppose here's as good as anywhere" she said, figuring there wasn't much point dirtying the beds just for a quick alligator orgy. Without a word the the back and pelvic plates of her armor would pop off of their own accord, completely exposing her from thigh to belly, her dripping loins already warmed up and begging for attention "oh wow, definitely have to keep that in mind for later..." she mused with a giddy grin, turning her attention to the rest of the crew and the remaining party members who were still on the deck, waving her arms to get their attention, "Ahoy everyone! Before we get caught up sorting everything out and all the busy work, does anyone want to help me thank all the nice ghost pirates for helping us out? I did promise them booty for booty" she said, admitting that with all the hulking, able bodied and full balled men it would be just a bit difficult to thank them all on her own, granted she'd be happy to do it if no one else volunteered to join in, she was a whore of her word after all.