Old September 7, 2018, 01:10 PM   #1 (permalink)
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[Portshire] A huntin' we will go~

Crawling out of bed that still housed the lucky man from the previous darkening, the olive-skinned woman took her sweet time getting ready. A nice, hot bath. Fix up her hair just right. Adjust her outfit to be a bit more, erm, casual than normal. Today wasn't about swooning men or getting them into the same room.

No, today was about bloodshed. So she had to wear something that she didn't care too terribly about - just in case things got messy~

A simple black set of harem pants tied along with a nice olive-green blouse with long sleeves, but a cut at the top to reveal her shoulders. Hm. That would do nicely. One final glance in the mirror. A single kiss farewell to her one-night lover and downstairs she went.

If things went according to plan, her small lutran was to meet her on this day. Granted, she always took a bit to get ready so there was a chance that he had been waiting down here. If he was, off she went to buy the pair of them a nice meal before their journey. If not? She would plop down at a table and order herself a nice tea.
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Old September 10, 2018, 08:04 PM   #2 (permalink)
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As the brightening rose ruddily over the Gulf of Ioannolia, there stood upon the pier a formidable, foreboding form, four feet full of furry freebooting fury, stopping to survey the sea, suffused with the suns’ sanguine sign. Red at morning, slavers take warning! Webfoot Walt thought, his black eyes catching the blood red glint off of the water. This is going to be my best adventure yet!

And he was ready for it, too, not that he had a lot of gear. The satchel containing his few belongings were on his back. His longknife was poised at the lutran’s hip, from where Walt could draw it instantly with catlike reflexes at the slightest indication of peril. He had practiced quick-drawing it a few times the darkening before, even rehearsing the perfect “ha-HA!” to strike fear in his foes’ black hearts as he did so. He’d dropped the knife a couple times; almost cut off a toe or two.

Such risks were a small price to pay for the achievement of pirate adventure greatness. Or so Wuwalleit had told himself as he retrieved the knife gingerly from the Broken King’s deck. But that had only happened a couple times. Definitely no more than three times. Or maybe four. But his foes would never see such miscues. They would see only the terrifyingly smooth quickness of Webfoot Walt’s slashing blade, and they would know fear. And he’d had a good breakfast, so he was definitely ready. And he’d packed sandwiches too. Pickled herring. Not as good as fresh, but it would keep longer.

For a few breaths the dread pirate took in the suns and sea, the smell of the salt breeze and the plaintive cry of gulls, but not long did he tarry idle, for he was a lutran of action. With catlike tread upon the shore he stole, moving with surety and grace towards the tavern where waited Aedaan, the exiled gypsy princess, whom our hero had resolved to aid in her quest to free her sister from the terrible slavers of…whatever cool-sounding exotic place they were from.

The common room was still quiet when Walt entered it. His jet black eyes quickly surveyed the place, keen to pick up the subtlest threat of danger -but non-chalantly, not apprehensive or nervous-looking at all. Aedaan had not yet arrived. It was just as he had planned, getting there early to forestall any advantage the wrong party might otherwise obtain. He had ample time to assure himself of his surroundings.
And then start to get bored.

And then start to wonder if this whole thing wasn’t some sort of prank Seph and the rest of his crew had set up for him. But such idle thoughts were quickly dispelled when the gypsy appeared, all Walt had known she would. He started to wave excitedly as she came into view, then caught himself and smoothly transformed the gesture into a thoughtful-looking scratch of his ear.

”Ahoy, milady!” he called out. ”Are ye ready to chase this quarry?” It wasn’t as good as the furry freebooter thing he’d come up with earlier, but it would do.
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Old September 13, 2018, 04:44 PM   #3 (permalink)
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Aedaan couldn’t sleep.

The entire darkening was spent preparing for the journey ahead, ensuring her Talvia was in good condition and she had enough supplies. Food was good, but she would need to run down to the markets in search of some poisons. She made a small list of everything that would need to be snagged on the way to the meeting point, but gave a moment’s pause.

It was a strange thought, preparing for something like this. She had worked with others before, but never on a mission as personal as this one. Granted, the gypsy believed there was little chance of finding any hint of her sister’s location but still-! The companion in question was...well, small and innocently naive. Could she truly be the one to corrupt him in the ways of the cruel world around him?

Unfortunately, she had little choice.

By the time she fought past her emotional conflict, the woman felt the warmth of the triple suns peering through the window. Well, feth.

Donning a pair of midnight harem pants along with a crimson short-sleeved blouse that was a bit more subtle than she was used to (still had cleavage, but it covered her stomach), she made her way down. Not truly to her surprise, a small voice cried out to her. Ah, he arrived a bit early. Either that or she was fashionably late, which was definitely a possibility.

Still, a warm smile grew across her face as her gaze caught sight of him. He still acted like a child, jumping with excitement and flailing in such a manner. He was cute, that she couldn’t deny. Once she managed to close the distance between them, the gypsy offered up a bow. “Serale, good sir. I need to go to the market for a few things, but otherwise I’m ready. Have you already eaten? If not, allow me to treat you to a meal.”
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Old September 17, 2018, 05:20 PM   #4 (permalink)
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Whiskers twitched excitedly at the prospect of food. Wuwalleit had eaten rosyun before setting out, but what about *second* rosyun? Besides, Aedaan probably hadn’t eaten yet herself, so it would be inconsiderate to let the gypsy princess eat alone.

”Aye, some grub do handsomely, milady!” he said heartily, proud of himself for using the right pirate word for food. Walt looked at her appraisingly. She sure traveled light, she did. What were her tricks, the lutran wondered? A concealed knife? A deadly hairpin? Gypsy magic? Or maybe she just had complete faith in his abilities? Who knew? The mystery was so exciting, though!

Walt looked up and regarded his companion with a quizzical tilt of his head. ”So, what’s the next step you have in mind?” he asked. ”Do I come with while you do your shopping, wait here, or meet you somewhere?”

All three had their merits; he would have been fine with any of them. The first was the simplest, the second involved the least work, and the third was the most fun and mysterious. Whichever one they did, it was going to be an auspicious start to an awesome adventure!
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