Flynn Amos
Thief
"I don't exactly know what's happening, but it looks like fun!"
Posts: 9
Profession: Taker of things that don't belong to me
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Kazuo
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Post by Flynn Amos on Sept 4, 2015 22:20:03 GMT -6
The salty sea air rushes across the Islander Thief's fresh face, his feet firmly planted on his ship's deck, looking out towards a small island town's dock. 'Man this is the life, nothing holding you back just going wherever the wind so desires.' Flynn cups his hands around his mouth, sucking in as much air as possible to prepare for his announcement.
"People of the Isle! Are you satisfied with your life!? Wasting away in this sandy prison, your survival depending on how rowdy the local pirates are feeling? If you're sick of waiting for the fish to bite while you sit around twiddling your thumbs JOIN ME! We can sail the seas, steal from the rich and smile like brothers all you need is some steel and worthy sea legs! Let the pirate's wooden peg legs tremble when they see our ship 'Heavens Fury' making it's way for their strongholds, for when we're finished with them all that'll remain will be corpses and empty treasure chests!"
His speech complete the silver haired boy lowers his hands and looks out to the gathered crowd, each of them chatting about the display he had put on. As the crowd starts to dissipate so do the potential recruits and with that Flynn's hope for a merry band of thieves begins to falter. "Huh, not much of a speech giver am I," the boy mumbles to himself as he seats himself on the starboard of Heavens Fury. He opens a bottle of wine that was left by the ship's previous owner and takes a swig, "here's to the good life."
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Post by Gar on Sept 8, 2015 8:11:58 GMT -6
Gar rolled off the bench he was napping on.What's with all this shouting? He turned his head and opened one eye to scan the situation. The source of the racket was a gray haired boy. Gray haired yes but Gar felt as if he had a year or so on him.Gray hair already huh? He must've seen some wicked stuff. Gar strained to listen over the strong breeze blowing by. Something along the lines of raiding a nearby pirate stronghold. Oh no, not around here. The pirates here are more like murderers.
But it seems he's starting a crew of something? At least hes got a boat. That's more than I can say. The speech delivered by Flynn was enough to gain Gar's attention. He pushed himself off the sandy ground and after dusting himself off, he moved toward the docked ship. He shielded his eyes from the sun as he called out to the man taking a swig from his wineskin. Bold. Carefree. I like his style. I'm sure we could get along. Gar smiled.
" Hey there, The name's Gar. I heard your speech. While I'm not fool enough to raid a stronghold around here, you have my interest and no legs are more sea worthy than these two right here." Gar reached for his coin pouch to find he had some spare coin. Gar grinned widely. "Now, I'm always up for raising hell. How about you and I go get a bite to eat while we come up with a less suicidal plan?"
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Flynn Amos
Thief
"I don't exactly know what's happening, but it looks like fun!"
Posts: 9
Profession: Taker of things that don't belong to me
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Kazuo
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Post by Flynn Amos on Sept 8, 2015 8:44:38 GMT -6
Drinking half of the grapes in his collection the silver haired boy hears someone yelling something in his general direction. Bloody hell he's loud, he thinks to himself as he jumps from his ship onto the jetty below.
"Food? Food's always good, sure I could eat something other than fish for once." He makes his way over to the burly man with the blue bandanna. "Gar was it? Nice to meet 'ya, name's Flynn... Flynn Amos, collector of things that aren't mine and doer-er of suicide missions apparently."
His drink clearly beginning to affect him he stumbles with Gar to a nearby tavern, surrounded by sand and full of sailors. The two sit at a table the shape of a mighty vessel's wheel. As the two sit down a waitress skips over to take their orders, "Could I get something... not fish, you know... the one with the feathers? Cluck Cluck, like a, a... uhhh, help me out here Gar". "Chicken sir?" The waitress carefully replies. "Yes yes that's the one, also get me something to sober up please and thank you my lady."
As he manages to get the room to stop spinning Flynn looks into the blue man's eyes. "So you want to do something a little less stupid? I can get behind that, what were you thinking?"
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Post by Gar on Sept 8, 2015 9:18:49 GMT -6
Gar chuckled audibly as the antics of the drunken Flynn progressed. When the waitress asked for their orders Gar couldn't help but to ask for a cluck cluck bird thing as well. The waitress laughed at the duo before departing. Gar shouted across the room to the bartender. "Hey barkeep! Gimme two glasses of ale wouldya?" Gar wasn't going to allow Flynn to get too sober if he had anything to say about it. He was enjoying himself, and he had caught a scent of adventure coming from the young man who was in his company.
"Here's an idea for you." Gar smirked devilishly. "You got a boat right? Well how about we turn that boat into a feast hall? It'll be a party for people of all kinds. There will be food and drink for all." Gar leaned forward and whispered the best part. "Here's the kicker, were going to get the goods in a -how would you say?- less than legal manner." As Gar leaned back the food and drink was brought to the table. He took a large bite of a chicken leg and washed it down with a large gulp of ale. Halfway though the gulp he decided to down the drink to it's bottom. He slammed the empty glass on the table with a force the rattled the plates that rested upon it. "I'll have another, and keep em coming!" The bartender gave him a skeptical look but proceeded to pour a pitcher of ale and give it to Gar.
"So what d'ya think, Flynn? You in for a bit of a feather ruffling? Cluck cluck." Gar laughed at his reference and drank deeply from his pitcher.
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Emelda Avery
Archer
Can you hear the sound of something devious? Something quite mysterious, lurking in the dark!
Posts: 7
Profession: Assassin
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Emelda Avery
OoC Alias: RainbowToRosie
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Post by Emelda Avery on Sept 8, 2015 15:47:23 GMT -6
Emelda was looking over a wanted poster in the middle of an ally. Earlier that day she had heard a speech, but she didn't give much mind to it. Instead, she was more focused on what she could do with that wanted poster. Well... there were many options. She could take it and turn in whoever was wanted... Rip it down for the person and maybe get payed from them for helping keep their identity hidden... Or she could do a much better and funner thing than either of those combined. In fact, that is what Emelda decided to do.
She took an arrow out from her quiver, examining it. It seemed to be damaged anyways, so no harm could have been done if she used it. She then searched through her backpack, grabbing a small bottle. She would dip the arrow into it, then she would move the arrow along the face of the wanted poster, making many wacky symbols, like drawing a mustache and messing up the person's nose. When Emelda didn't feel like being a murderer, this is what she would tend to do. Ah, the joys of life... Emelda thought to herself, finishing what she started painted. The man had a blush to him now, along with the mustache and the rather odd nose. All of this was done in black ink, however. Emelda didn't have any other colors.
She would walk off from the poster, heading towards the port where she heard the speech earlier. The man seemed to be long gone by now, so Emelda could do whatever she felt like with his ship. Not seeing anyone in sight on the decks of the ship, Emelda would walk the gangplank aboard, wandering the ship to see what was around the ship and anything worth noting.
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Flynn Amos
Thief
"I don't exactly know what's happening, but it looks like fun!"
Posts: 9
Profession: Taker of things that don't belong to me
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Kazuo
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Post by Flynn Amos on Sept 9, 2015 5:25:48 GMT -6
After eating his fill and sobering up just enough so that the room stopped spinning, Flynn picks himself up and turns to the door. "So Gar, this plan of yours. I like it, lets do it... But where are we going to get this stuff? Lets plan this out some more back on my sweetie."
The duo make their way out of the tavern and down the sandy road towards the port, the further they walk the less wonky Flynn's walking becomes. The two pass a bounty board, stopping for a moment to check for their names. "Why am I worried? I haven't even done anything yet!" About thirteen posters are pinned to the board, Murderers, Thieves and Pirates mostly. One of the bounties stood out however, still wet ink dripped from the course paper, causing the pictured man to look more humorous than threatening. Hahahahaha! "Look at this fella! What on earth could he have done to deserve th... Oh serial murderer... Yeahhhhh, lets keep moving we're almost there."
As Flynn and his new friend walk to his ship the silver haired boy notices something strange. "I didn't set up the Gangplank when I left..." He draws his blade from it's sheath and shifts to a crouched position. "I think whoever broke in to my baby is in my quarters," Flynn sneaks onto his own ship and waits outside the Captains Quarters. He looks to his Striped friend and gives him a nod, with haste the thief kicks the door to his quarters open, sticking his blade towards the lone intruder. The trespasser's face concealed by shadows the only identifiable trait a red cloak, "Who are you and what are you doing!?"
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Post by Gar on Sept 9, 2015 6:31:19 GMT -6
Gar finished his meal and drink quickly. He stood to follow Flynn out the door, but after the bartender gave him an eye Gar left some coin on the table and waved politely. He then picked up his pace to catch up with the new companion. This one sure has a lot of energy huh? Gar thought as he walked alongside the silver haired boy.
"Well the shops around here are pretty easy to uh... procure goods from. Especially around dusk, they must be too scared of pirates or something. I say we take a look for ourselves." Gar realized something else had gained Flynn's attention, the wanted posters. Gar moved to examine them himself. Ahh yes we've got Billy the barnacle, Shawn the squid and ... what the? Gar laughed along with Flynn at the serial murderer's wanted poster. "What? Did this guy sneeze too hard and sink a ship? Har Har"
Before Gar knew it something seemed to throw Flynn into action. He moved slowly up the gangplank following a few steps behind Flynn. I don't know about this. I wasn't looking for a fight. But what else would you expect in the Western Isles? Gar reached for the axe on his sash and gripped it tightly. As Flynn busted open the door Gar was on edge. Finally, once Gar saw the face of the intruder, he put his axe away and smiled.
Gar squatted down slightly to look the girl in the eye. "Oh look it's just a lass. Hey there little miss. Are you lost? I'm Gar and we can help you find your way." Gar reached out his hand.
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Emelda Avery
Archer
Can you hear the sound of something devious? Something quite mysterious, lurking in the dark!
Posts: 7
Profession: Assassin
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Emelda Avery
OoC Alias: RainbowToRosie
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Post by Emelda Avery on Sept 9, 2015 15:48:45 GMT -6
Emelda would have decided that the first thing she would do is check out what was inside of the Captain's Quarters, if there even was one aboard that ship. For only a few seconds she would aimlessly walk across the deck of the ship before she spotted the door she was looking for. Approaching the door, she would prepare some lockpicks in her hands to unlock the door if it wasn't already unlocked. To both her surprise and amusement, the door was already unlocked. She would carefully open the door, but it creaked like some of the ship's floorboards as she did, so she just opened it quickly instead of slowly.
Hmm... I wonder what goodies are in here! Emelda would think to herself, not saying it out loud. Even though that, for all she was aware, she was the only person aboard the ship, she didn't want to give people next to the ship alert that she was on it. They could have been part of the ship's crew, and heard an unfamiliar voice. She walked over to the desk, observing what was on top of it, when she heard footsteps coming up behind her. Instead of hiding, however, for some reason she found herself choosing to stay put. Emelda would decide to face away from the door, instead only showing her red cloak covering her body.
After they would ask her questions, Emelda would turn her head, showing her face to be female. She noticed that one of the two men walked over to her shortly after she did that, acting as if she was a lost little girl. She wasn't lost, nor was she a little girl, but they didn't need to know that. Internally, she would crank down her insane meter a lot, then she would speak. She 'hesitantly' shook the big pirate's hand, then spoke. "Oh... I'm so sorry sirs! I didn't mean to.. I thought this was my father's boat." She had a convincing teenage girl's voice as she would speak. "I presume you would want me to leave now... So if you don't mind I will." She would begin walking towards the exit, hoping to have avoided the silver haired man's questions.
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Kazeroï
Myrmidon
Sparring? Let's dance!! A journey? Count me in! Kill me? You will sleep in my home, the desert.
Posts: 40
Profession: Sand Wanderer/Sell sword/Gambler
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Blaze Kazeroï
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Post by Kazeroï on Sept 10, 2015 4:58:19 GMT -6
The Western Island, a beautiful place... Soiled by blood, alcohol and pirates. Blaze was wandering in the town, gathering informations and knowledge about a potential target for bounty hunters. However a pesky white haired prick just ruined all of his hard work. Everyone went to see him. The young men sighted and wanted to stand up and just scream at the men how wrong he was. But that would have created problems. Instead, Blaze's attention were taken by a woman. She was older than him, and was gorgeous. She painted the wanted picture and wandered off. (Ain't my lucky day...) thought Blaze with both anger and disappointment.
Blaze followed carefully the archer, observing her with attention. She was beautiful, but she emanated danger, a magnificent danger. Just like his insatiable thirst for travels, Blaze felt it in his very bones, this woman wasn't the average type archer. She was dangerous, and probably mad considering what she did to the poster. She eventually broke in a ship, Blaze then followed her with careful steps and made sure that he wouldn't be heard. (An archer, an artist, and a stealer. This girl has it all...)
While Blaze was a pretty good thief himself, he knew that this was utter insanity. She just broke in a pirate ship, which, yeah, seems empty, but with no plans and not even a single escape route. Her main target was the captain room. Blaze decided that this was getting way too hot and put on his entire arsenal. Armor on his legs, blade ready to go, and mostly his scarf around his face. His carefulness gave him right, two mans got back to the ship. "It's that white hair men again... And that's a pretty strong pirate. God! They smell like ale... Is he drunk???" Blaze entered in the captain rooms and hid on a corner by putting his clothes in sync with the shadows. The guys were obviously not happy that a maiden has entered in their ship and didn't even noticed Blaze in the corner.
"Oh... I'm so sorry sirs! I didn't mean to.. I thought this was my father's boat.I presume you would want me to leave now... So if you don't mind I will." She then began to reach to the exit.
(Bloody hell, woman are really scary when you think about it. Well... Showtime!) As Blaze jumped out of the shadow slowly like a corpse resurrecting from the dead, he spoke kindly while looking at the girl with terrifying smiling angry face. "Dear lady, you are a terrible liar, and an even worse stealer. You, the white haired man, I heard that this yer ship, I couldn't find you anywhere so I got here. But let's talk about this woman first." Blaze had to make this statement so that his presence was justified. The pirates could choose to kill them both. Well, try. However, Blaze couldn't look away from the girl, he was far too close from her and despite looking carefree and roguish, all his senses were ready to warn him if she was trying anything. He even took out a bit of his sword to show her he wouldn't be fooled. "Guys, your choice, what do we do with her? I respect a good stealer, but she definitely isn't a good one. Oh. Look." Blaze took out the poster "I was trying to gather some clues on him. Before our friend with white hair began a speech. And now I have nothing to show to anyone and everything went to waste."
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Flynn Amos
Thief
"I don't exactly know what's happening, but it looks like fun!"
Posts: 9
Profession: Taker of things that don't belong to me
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Kazuo
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Post by Flynn Amos on Sept 10, 2015 5:41:43 GMT -6
"Wait just a second little lady," Flynn reaches for the girls as she attempts to walk away, grabbing her cloak and pulling her back to the two men. "If you're lost we should help you find your parents," the silver haired boy said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Where are you from? Who are your parents? Their names? Your Name? How'd you end up here?" A bombardment of questions thrown at the girl in the space of about ten seconds, looking into her eyes Flynn could see something was strange about the girl.
Turning to the other intruder the islander glares into his eyes, "and for your information I am not drunk I can hold my ale as well as this man right here." Sticking his thumb out and gesturing towards Gar, Flynn leans in close to the red haired man, "who's that on the poster anyway, I can't exactly see straight right now. Ah but that matters not right now, you!" The boy spins around on the spot stopping to face the girl in an overly showy display, Flynn pulls up a chair and sits the girl down. "Once again I'll ask... Who are you? What are you doing here."
The boy pulls up his own chair and stares deeply into the eyes of the strange girl, waiting for an inkling of an identity. "You, red haired boy, bind her wrists I don't trust her. There should be some rope hanging from that hook," as he spoke he pointed to a rope hanging from the wall without taking his eyes off the girl. "Gar, what do you think of her? Is it just me or does she seem a bit... Off."
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Post by Gar on Sept 10, 2015 6:41:08 GMT -6
Gar shook Emelda's hand happily and began to walk her off the ship when Flynn grabbed her by the cloak and pulled her back. As Flynn began to interrogate her, Gar stood confused. Where's the harm in letting her go? I don't think she swiped anything. Gar looked at Emelda once again, closer this time. Eventually he did notice one detail he had missed earlier. Huh she isn't as young as I thought... She might be older than me. Certainly too old to get lost. Something strange is happening here. Gar kept this thought to himself and allowed Flynn to continue his interrogation.
Suddenly, another man came from the shadows and Gar placed his hand on his axe. crap, maybe I am drunk. I didn't even see this stowaway in the same room as me. As the man began talking Gar relaxed quite a bit. It seemed as though things weren't going to come to blows. At least, not yet. So apparently, this girl is a thief and a liar, and I'm the only person who got fooled. This upset Gar briefly but he quickly got over it. He turned to Flynn, the captain of the ship. "Har har two intruders in the span of, What? an hour? You need to post a lookout next time mate!" Gar stopped laughing and grew concerned with the red haired swordsman who was starting to draw his blade.
"I suggest you sheath that, Red. No need for steel." Gar watched the swordsman closely to see if he would agree with the sentiment. He sighed. Look at me, trying to keep the peace... I just don't want to fight today. Gar looked to Flynn again who had sat Emelda down by now and continued his interrogation. He ordered the red swordsman to bind the girl, but Gar was skeptical. He watched to how the man reacted to the order.
"Gar, what do you think of her? Is it just me or does she seem a bit... Off."
"We 'ave no reason to trust either o' 'em. They could be mates and this could be some crazy trap or somethin" Gar stroked his chin and examined the girl once again. He came to the only conclusion that made sense to him. "I say we check her cloak for any goods and if she's a thief she pays the price. Otherwise we can let her go and forget this silly wreck. Hell. I'll even by us all a round at the tavern later." Gar smiled wide enough to show his happy go lucky side. Now I just hope we all can keep cool heads from here on out.
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Emelda Avery
Archer
Can you hear the sound of something devious? Something quite mysterious, lurking in the dark!
Posts: 7
Profession: Assassin
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Emelda Avery
OoC Alias: RainbowToRosie
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Post by Emelda Avery on Sept 10, 2015 15:35:50 GMT -6
Many things would have happened at once to Emelda's current situation. For a while, she thought she actually managed to successfully get off of the ship while still being detected. Oh, she loved acting towards others. However, this false hope didn't last for long. While she did manage to trick the older man with the turquoise attire, a man with a cap on his red hair would appear at the door.
"Dear lady, you are a terrible liar, and an even worse stealer. You, the white haired man, I heard that this yer ship, I couldn't find you anywhere so I got here. But let's talk about this woman first," said the red haired man.
A second afterwards, she was pulled back by the silver haired man, who seemed smarter than she presumed. He would have grabbed her by her red cloak. Obviously there was nothing else to do to resist, but she could at least act as someone else to keep herself in check while revealing what was needed.
"Wait just a second little lady... If you're lost we should help you find your parents," Emelda would note that he said this sarcastically. "Where are you from? Who are your parents? Their names? Your Name? How'd you end up here?" Two of these questions she no longer saw reason to answer due to his sarcastic tone. Emelda would begin listening to the two blue pirates converse with the red haired swordmaster, or at least she presumed that was what he was. From the blue men's reactions, she took that as a sign that he wasn't in their crew.
As they did that, Emelda didn't speak. Not only did she need time to rethink her voice, she also couldn't say a word in if she wanted to. Soon, the silver haired boy suddenly darted around, plotting her on to a chair after pulling it up.
"Once again I'll ask... Who are you? What are you doing here," Emelda noticed he shortened his list of questions. Not only was she planning on answering two of them anyways, she also noticed he no longer wanted to know where she was from. One less thing to know about her then, even though it wasn't as important to keep hidden as the two remaining questions.
"Oh, little old me? There isn't really anything you'd want to know!" The girl would seem to have a rather more... crazy tone. "But if since you seem so eager for it, I guess I may as well." Emelda would yawn a bit, before she would continue with answering the questions. "Who do you think I am? Red cloak? Blonde hair? Oh wait, I'm in the Isles, aren't I? Emelda couldn't help but let out a laugh, both because she just felt like laughing, and to also try to slightly intimidate them. "I am none other than Emelda Avery! Assassin from Bulgur! ..Oh, but I am still in the Isles, and I doubt pirates check the hunters for hire board often." Emelda revealed many things from that. Her name, her job, her home, and the fact she was from Bulgur in Sacae. "I am here because I got bored." She would then shrug as if it was a normal thing.
"Gar, what do you think of her? Is it just me or does she seem a bit... Off." From that, Emelda learned the other blue man's name. Gar, was it? He was certainly more polite than this one here.
"We 'ave no reason to trust either o' 'em. They could be mates and this could be some crazy trap or somethin'." The man she learned to be named 'Gar' would say. "I say we check her cloak for any goods and if she's a thief she pays the price. Otherwise we can let her go and forget this silly wreck. Hell. I'll even by us all a round at the tavern later."
"Oh you're a touchy one, aren't you? Wanting to walk up to someone and search a lot of things." Emelda would giggle, but it didn't seem innocent. It seemed like one of a madwoman's. "But touch me all you want, I don't think you'll find anything of interest."
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Kazeroï
Myrmidon
Sparring? Let's dance!! A journey? Count me in! Kill me? You will sleep in my home, the desert.
Posts: 40
Profession: Sand Wanderer/Sell sword/Gambler
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Blaze Kazeroï
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Post by Kazeroï on Sept 11, 2015 15:41:21 GMT -6
(Tying her up? Really now... She was already in a room with three guys and he want me to tie her up.) "Sir, I don't think tying her up is necessary." The bigger pirate was acting kinda naive, but it wasn't his main focus, the woman was holding all of his attention.
"I suggest you sheath that, Red. No need for steel."
Blaze was taken by surprise, it was true that the steel of his sword was visible, but he didn't notice that he was slowly pulling it out. With his other hand, he put it back on the sheather, but his thumb was still at the guard, ready to make the small push to draw the blade. However, he could see in the eyes of the pirate his peaceful intent. His hand slowly left his blade and he checked the girl again. The white haired man assaulted the woman with questions, acting both cocky and sarcastic. But this didn't really affected her. They eventually got to the conclusion of searching her cloak, a pretty logical and peaceful choice. As the pirate proposed to drink, Blaze shivered : The sound of a beer sounded most delightful at this specific moment. But the reaction of their subject was... indescribable.
(What is she saying? Is she lying? Maybe not, she is just insane... But again, why? Her? An assassin, really? She doesn't make any sense, but at least I got her name) Emelda Avery, a strange name, that our young man will have trouble remembering. The woman seemed visibly insane, her laughs and moves were odd, but not to the point of being useless. It was like... Under a small control, it didn't felt her spirit was broken either. Maybe she was just like that. The thought was a difficult one to eat, but it seemed like the most plausible option.
"Don't check her. A woman with three man in an isolated room, if people hear screams, I don't think that anyone will rally to you, white man. I saw her, she didn't stole anything..." Blaze was fighting an internal conflict, she was about to steal stuff, this was for sure, but this might lead to bloodshed, and that was not what he wanted. Blaze looked at the lady with all of the serious of the world. As predicted, her eyes were empty and he couldn't read her. Blaze knew he was fearing her because we fear what we cannot understand. The young myrmidon got used to be able to read people by a simple look in the eyes. But she was on another level. Blaze couldn't actually trust his guts on this one. He was fearing her, so her being dead seemed the better option, but he knew his fear was groundless for the time being. As he sighted, he added : "I can't tell her real intentions however. But this doesn't seem that bad. We shall talk about this around a table of good ales and beers."
Blaze took out his scarf, revealing his young visage. Being nearly 19, he was easily the youngest of the group and this revelation might have a double edge. However, hiding his face is not a good option now, and he was too deep in the conversation to back out, he would just have to deal with it. "I'm Blaze Kazeroï, I'm from Nabata and my profession are gambling, stealing and sparring. I hope I can be of some use for the expedition." Blaze didn't revealed the true intent of his travel in the Western Isles. He was looking for rare materials to restore an old blade, money or raw steel could do the trick. This might give him both.
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Flynn Amos
Thief
"I don't exactly know what's happening, but it looks like fun!"
Posts: 9
Profession: Taker of things that don't belong to me
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Kazuo
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Post by Flynn Amos on Sept 12, 2015 10:38:02 GMT -6
Flynn gets up from his seat with his blade still drawn, he walks to the girl and stands her up. "Okay okay look her girly, and you too red. Maybe instead of breaking into my ship we can work together and find a bigger score,we're sure as hell not strong enough to take an entire stronghold but maybe we could take a single ship. Gar you have experience with pirates, you know what they're likely to do. Blaze looks like he can handle himself in a scuffle and Emelda says she's an assassin, it would seem the four of us could cause some trouble!"
The boy sheathes his blade as he walks to his dedicated 'war table,' he called it that but all it really seems to be is a old table with a map and toy ships on it. "I really don't have much attachment to this ship, 'Heavens Fury' is wherever I rest my head, so possible damage isn't an issue." The silver haired boy glances to Gar with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he picks up one of the toy ships and tosses it to the man in stripes. "I'm sure you've boarded many a ship, you can teach us the basics, all we need to know is how to get from my ship to theirs."
Flynn reaches under the table and pulls out another of the bottles of wine the ship's previous owner had collected, popping the cork and taking a swig. "So what do you guys think? Want to take on a pirate ship?"
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Post by Gar on Sept 12, 2015 12:59:26 GMT -6
"Oh you're a touchy one, aren't you? Wanting to walk up to someone and search a lot of things. But touch me all you want, I don't think you'll find anything of interest." Gar slightly shuddered at the abrupt change of Emelda's tone and demeanor. There was something different about her indeed. "Don't check her. A woman with three man in an isolated room, if people hear screams, I don't think that anyone will rally to you" Gar was visibly flustered and upset by the indication presented by the two newcomers. "No it's not like that I swear I was just... I mean..." Gar's face reddened as he turned his head away to look at an empty corner of the room. "Alright I'll trust you Blaze. You may have heard earlier, but the name's Gar." The pirate extended a hand to greet the newly revealed Blaze.
It appeared as the newcomers had gained Flynn's trust as well. Flynn moved to his table and conspired to take on a pirate ship. He then tossed a figurine of a boat in Gar's direction. Gar caught it with his left hand and held it up to his eye between his index finger and thumb. "Aye, I've boarded plenty o' ships." Gar answered. He scanned the group once again then walked to the table and took a seat. "Unfortunately the pirates here are ruthless. Murderers and Scumbags if ye ask me. They'd kill us on sight." Gar presented in a rather ominous tone.
Gar chuckled. "That's why they wont see us. At least not until it's too late." Gar placed the ship on the table alongside another, larger, figurine. "I say we wait for the cover of night, find a ship with a skeleton crew, about ten members then board it quickly and quietly. To do this we'll need some rope ladders, planks wouldn't be quiet enough." Gar knew that the crews around here had a tight knit communications network. If they were going to raid a ship, others would know in half a day or so. "We're gonna board the ship, gut it, and take off before anybody was the wiser. Best bet is to head to Etruria, immediately after the raid. Don't want to be getting caught by their friends now do we?"
Gar leaned back, proud of the information he presented. He looked to Flynn for his approval, then to Emelda and Blaze for theirs. "So what do you guys think? Want to take on a pirate ship?" Gar smirked once again."I'm always down to clean up some of the scum around here. They give pirates a bad name." Gar laughed aloud.
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