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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2007 10:29:26 GMT -5
"Bloody alcohol." Fenrix opened her eyes and sat up, looking annoyed, her wings had given her trouble all night, the mage must've done something to suck what little power she had. Even more annoyed at that thought she shrugged on black pants and a blood red corset and boots. She pondered over the thought of carrying around her four boot knives, then decided it was best to carry them. She left her cloak, today she didn't care if anyone saw that she was a dragon, at least she didn't have horns like most human-dragon mixes, the fangs, tail and wings were enough. "Lets go find that mage."
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Post by Ikkin on Feb 22, 2007 12:45:09 GMT -5
"I'd rather not talk about my past," Ikkin said. "Needless to say, there was a bit of a misunderstanding, and I ended up being accused of treachery. I was forced to run, on threat of execution." She sighed; she really did not want to talk about what had happened.
"Anyway, I was not originally from Meridell; I'm actually a kitsune, which explains the ears you seem so fixated on. And my tail. My name is Ikkin, by the way. And you are... Ridr?" She pronounced the other girl's name exactly as it was written, ending up with something like "ridder."
She then turned to Kat, finally able to take her attention away from Rider. "'Red-Cape' here stole my necklace, and then tried to use it to bribe me for the rest of the money that I don't have," Ikkin said. "As for my sword... I was unable to take proper care of it while I was running away from Meridell, and one of the ruffians who attacked me got in a lucky shot. I'm definitely considering getting myself a cutlass, though. After I can come up with some dubloons to pay for it, anyway..."
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Post by Huntress on Feb 22, 2007 14:02:36 GMT -5
((WHAT did you all do here when I wasn't around? x.x))
The waves licked the sides of the white brigantine that stood near the end of the dock. The tavern stood right on the dock, so the thirsty - and wealthy - seafarers never had to go far when looking for a drink. Naturally, they never had to go far either to drown when they stumbled out in the dark, but that was called natural loss.
Now the front of the tavern had a fistful of dizzy scallywags groping around, trying to figure out why their tongues tasted like cat droppings and avoiding looking at the white ship as the sole sight of her was royal torment on their sore eyes. Huntress was sitting on a crate next to the wall of a nearby house, squinting into the sun, enjoying the warmth and keeping her ears open.
Something trotted over the pavement. The girl opened her eyes to see the dark blue meepit land in her lap. "And where have you been?"
"Looked around," said Bloody Mary. "Loads of interesting people in town. Best to keep the eyes and ears and noses open, y'know."
"The ship leaves tonight," muttered the girl, leaning against the wall again. "Might just as well get back on board and forget all about this filthy little town... and that meepit last night, what was the deal with him?"
The meepit shrugged, as much as meepits can. "Elementary politeness. Meepit courtesy, y'know. Boring for you. I'm hungry."
Huntress got up. "Same here, infact. I s'pose this tavern should have something better to offer for breakfast than ship bisquits. Let's go inside."
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Post by Kat on Feb 22, 2007 16:39:45 GMT -5
"'Tis a pleasure to meet you, Ikkin," said Kat, about to curtsy as only a wench could, but quickly stopped and stood ramrod straight. She thrust out a hand, and revealed a glittering charm bracelet on her wrist. "And...Ridr? Is that your real name, Red-Cape? If it isn't, I'll have to keep calling you Red-Cape.
"Name's Kat. Not Katherine or anything. Just Kat. And Red-Cape, since you weren't listening awhile ago when I was telling Ikkin, these ruffians tried to force me on their ship. They probably wanted a cook or something. Well, for one thing, I'm bad at cooking. And another thing, I have absolutely no intention of coming with a bunch of scallywags like them."
Kat turned to Ikkin. "Interesting. I've been to Meridell a few times - one time, a group of adventurers challenged me to a little game. I won this." Taking out her wand again, she twirled it once and watched it grow from a black, star-topped rod to a long steel stick about as long as she was tall, with the ends molded into golden flames.
"I told a couple of these adventurers to hook up with each other," she added, chuckling as she twirled her staff.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2007 18:02:37 GMT -5
"Shiney wand, can you do card tricks as well? Perhaps pull a bunny out of your cape." Fenrix stepped into the tavern and smiled calmly. "Good morning, who are your friends?" She flicked the barbed end of her dragon tail, touching the edge of Rider's seat. She sat down on the bar, ignoring the scowl the bartender gave her. "Still want to fight me or are you done."
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Post by Kengplant on Feb 22, 2007 18:31:25 GMT -5
Keng cast a questioning glance at Fenrix from where she was sweeping up some broken glass in a corner. She recognized her from the night before but was surprised, though not shocked, to discover her part dragon nature. Well, all part of the increasingly spooky world she seemed to live in she supposed, and she returned to her work, though kept an ear casually open to the conversation, though it was not hard to overhear, as they were the only ones making much of any noise on that sleepy morning.
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Post by Rider on Feb 22, 2007 19:18:03 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]"Rider," the fallen cap'n said through gritted teeth. "Not ridder. And who'd you say you were?" she asked Fenrix.
Ventratta stood on his tiptoes and sniffed the air. The scent of Meepit again. That same tinge to the scent, like a disease. These weren't your average Meepits.[/glow]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2007 19:30:58 GMT -5
"Fenrix Silverstreak, named after me mum, Fenris Goldeye, of the clan Dracus. Ex-assassin for the Treasure. She cocked her head, "Rider? Lovely name. Who's the little meepit?" She smirked and flicked her tail at Ventratta, a scornful look in her eyes.
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Post by cyrillen on Feb 22, 2007 22:31:33 GMT -5
Cyr perked up her ears. For a second, she thought that they actually quivered.
No one was watching her; the only people who mattered were having a lively conversation off somewhere else in the tavern. Cyr moved surreptitiously down one seat in the bar, and cracked her neck muscles experimentally.
No one so much as flicked their eyes in her direction. Ah well.
"Barman, barman! Hey, is anyone back there?"
. . .
No one was. "Ugh," she groaned. "I hate situations like this." Reluctantly, she slipped one of her pocket rifles (comes with a handy pocketknife function for an additional 50 cents) and dragged it screechingly across the metal of her cool swively chair. "Barman!"
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Post by Kengplant on Feb 22, 2007 22:48:38 GMT -5
"YARRRGH!" Keng screeched back at the chair anf knife duet. "Stop screeching that thing or else I'll see to it you never get service from here." she complained to the girl at the bar. The barman's out right now in case you haven't noticed, I'd serve ya if I could but it'd be my ears if I went anywhere near a customer's pocket or the ale if ye catch me drift. Have a pint of patience, he'll be back within 5 minutes."
Having explained the situation she turned back to her work and privately rolled her eyes. Pirates.
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Post by Kat on Feb 23, 2007 1:07:04 GMT -5
"Hmmmm...I think I'm done venting out my temper. You can pass, Fenrix Silver Streak," said Kat, shrugging. "Perhaps I won't need to beat you up like I did those snoopy pirates yesterday. And, pleased to meet you, Rider. I guess I won't be needin' to call you Red-Cape, no?"
She twirled her staff once, and it went back to being a simple wand. Tapping it on Rider's left ear, she made a five-dubloon coin come out of it. Kat tossed it in the air and blew onto it, and out of the cloud of purple smoke came a white Weewoo, wagging its tail plaintively like a dog waiting for its master's orders.
"Now, isn't that much better than me pulling out a bunny from my cape?"
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Post by Rider on Feb 23, 2007 9:20:04 GMT -5
"Lovely name. Who's the little meepit?" [glow=red,2,300]"His name is Ventratta. Please don't mistake him for a girl." She stared in awe at the conjured Weewoo, and it triggered something in her extraordinarily selective memory. "There's a white beauty perched in the dock outside here. How interested are ye ladies in findin' a ship o' yer own?"[/glow] |
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Post by Ikkin on Feb 23, 2007 9:38:07 GMT -5
"Finding?" Ikkin asked, a bit skeptically. She knew that a pirate's idea of "finding" probably wasn't something that an honorable knight would want to take part in. However, there was pretty much nothing else that she could do. She had no money, Rider still had her necklace (which wouldn't have done her much good anyway), and she was in the middle of Krawk Island, which was filled with the sort of people one wouldn't want to meet alone in a dark alley.
Besides, Rider was probably talking about a pirate ship, which was probably stolen in the first place. Nothing wrong with confiscating something from someone who didn't really own it, right? Okay, Ikkin didn't really believe that, and was really just trying to justify her choice. Because she knew that the only way to survive was through that ship.
And maybe, if she got lucky, she might just be able to get her necklace back from that Rider girl.
"I suppose that would be my best chance at starting a new life," Ikkin said. "I'd be willing to help you with the ship, if I can join your crew."
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Post by Rider on Feb 23, 2007 9:52:24 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]((Guess which episode of Avatar I was watching yesterday? The Waterbending Scroll! YAY FOR HIGH-RISK TRADING!  )) ... ((But remember, kids, stealing is wrong. >.>)) "Ye seem useful enough," Rider said. "I'd love to take ye aboard."[/glow] |
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Post by Ikkin on Feb 23, 2007 10:09:37 GMT -5
((Stealing is wrong, unless it's from pirates.
...wait a minute... >.>
Okay, stealing is wrong, period. ^_^; ))
"So, how are we going to go about acquiring this ship, anyway?" Ikkin asked. "Do you have a plan?"
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