PalinDarkSword
Captain Jessie Hawk
Neon Graffiti
Neon Graffiti
[ Isle de Gambino - Marketplace ]
"What? So you're saying this brother of yours could challenge Kinza?" Lee reflected on Kinza's sizable control over the elements, which is what made him such a fantastic airship pilot. "Hey, don't get me wrong. Fortuna can wipe out those pirates alone if she wanted to," While skeptical, he spoke highly of his leader. "But I was hoping that maybe instead you guys could use a little diplomacy. Honor among thieves, right?"
Though the Moerae Clan were well affiliated with of the loosely-knit, barely-scraping-legal Gambino pirate alliance, Lee knew not the ways of the sea-faring buccaneer. He was a thief reserved for terra firma, despite all the traveling he was accustomed to. Piracy was a different story; it had a whole bunch of codes and rules he wasn't familiar with.
"Well... if you really think you need the other pirate lords, I'll talk to Kallias about 'em." Lee agreed to, begrudgingly, whilst glaring down Mel and Jo. "You just make sure you keep an eye on these ladies, mate. And tell 'em to stay outta my way!" He barked at the two women, being Neon's most ill-tempered cousin. "Listen, I may admit that lapdog of a cousin of mine is law now, but that doesn't mean I gotta trust these vixens."
He put a hand out to Jessie the pirate. "Go beam yourself over to Frosty the Snowman and get him over here, and I'll get the word on where the rest of your pirate-buddies are. You can count on it. Savvy?"
Lee Enfield arrived shortly by Jesse's side to inspect the message in paint. At first he might've thought it was Neon's work, but his cousin wasn't versed in elvish, as far as he knew.
"What's that, elvish?" Lee asked, removing his cap to scrub his red hair. Before Hawk could give him the look, he explained, "Hey, I can't read it, you're still gonna hafta tell me what it says. And I sure as hell know Leon can't have wrote it." He eyed Jesse suspiciously, spotting that sparkle in his scarlet eye. He was intrigued.
Fishing into his wallet, he offered Sy a small wad of cash. "Don't tell nobody we was here, we understood?" He told the stranger, before cocking a brow at Jesse. "Now what made you change your mind all the sudden, Cap'n?" He asked, pointing at the elvish message. "What's it say?" Lee, unlike his cousin Fortuna, was less likely to take a leap of faith, but something in Hawk's eye almost made him want to...
Making a gesture, he silently agreed to Jesse's proposition and started walking the other way. Meanwhile, he'd begin typing an anonymous message into his mobile...
::He smirked watching Lee work. Handing money over to Sy, did Sy even care about money in the same sense that the people of this world did? He wasn't even sure anymore.::
"I' be a form o' Elvish, Drow to be exac'. The language o' the Dark Elves."
::Jessie put his hand on his chin and rubbed it a bit before clearing his throat.::
"For the mos' par' i' be a message from Palin, lettin' me know he hear' me call. The message be pretty cryptic. Bu' he is askin' to mee' me a' the begin'. Where i' all began, our friendship. Tha' was on me ship, the O. Which means he may be there waitin' fer me."
::He looked over to Sy, to see if he was going to help out in any way.::
"So ye see mate, I can' be goin' if I be neede'. If Palin is here, he is much better a' enchantments an' should be able to mel' Fang's icey prison with ease. Any questions mate?"
*Four steps, the cloaked cloak shrouded figure froze in mid step as Jessie hailed him, looking for all the world as though someone had reached out a physically restrained his movement but for the abruptness with which he stopped as his name was called. Four steps, facing away as he had been the fanged scowl that creased the pale sharp features hidden within the shade of the deep drawn cowl...four steps...he had gotten four steps and been spotted. As filled with frustration at having allowed himself to be spotted out as he was Sy turned, crossing the distance through the crowd, some of which all but scrambled out of his way as though perhaps on some dim level they could sense that blocking his path might well spell their own doom as well it might have at that moment as he came to stand before Jessie at last.
His lips parted to speak the words died upon his tongue as the pirate captain, friend of the one he called Teacher, after his own fashion, one of the few of this plane let alone of any other in the infinite spiral of the multiverse to have walked the halls of the place said Teacher called home...began to speak before him. As he was adressed, again by name aloud here in the public eye he felt his anger boil, the pressure of his presence nothing at all human though accepting again who he was...WHAT he was...such a thing was far from surprising the facade of the well hidden blue grey eyes below the cowls shade burned away by the crimson fire that even then glowed in baleful radiance within their depths, standing out as clearly as a spotlight in the dead of night as the man asked his aid. Truth told it would have been possible, nigh perhaps even a trivial thing for him to render aid but that was not the point in the matter. This was not his place in which to meddle he had in fact taken to great lengths to avoid dabbling yet here he was. Fanged mouth open to speak these very words again he was cut short that baleful glare turning from Jessie to Lee. Dropping to the proffered hand holding the wadded crumple of currency.*
"If any need to forget who it is they have seen here this day it is perhaps my good fellows the two of you"
*The words were less perhaps spoken as so much as hissed, the menace in its tone almost a thing palpable in sensation. He had come to deliver a message, nothing more and nothing less and now here he was in the public eye of this world bartering words, being offered a bribe, a pittance as Jessie perhaps alone save for Osiris knew to himself. From within the heavy fall of the thick cloak, its black surface upon inspection this close looking to be of no weave of fabric identifiable to this plane a hand lifted into view, the fingers long cleverly dexterous in appearance almost spidery in thinness the flesh covering it as pale almost as parchment, the air above the proffered hand...flickered...that was perhaps the closest one might come to describing what they had seen afterwards if asked...reality itself seeming to distort for the barest of moments the empty air above the palm having been filled...where the hand had emerged empty a small but rather dense statute now rested upon the upturned palm. Carved in the likeness of a curled and sleeping dragon the statue glimmered and gleamed in the manner only a thing cast of pure and solid gold could, each scale inlaid in small but precocious stones outlining every finely sculpted detail, a trinket though one worth twice and then again a rich man might earn in two or more years of hard labor and savings...there in one moment...and then as the air flickered once more in the oddly disquieting way it had before above his palm...gone again leaving the pale hand empty. A simple showing but then and again enough to speak that such a bribe was less incentive and more insult than anyone might have cared to guess. This accomplished those baleful eyes once more turned to Jessie as Sy spoke once more*
Usstan doerrus ulu kyorl l'char'riss belbaunin, belbaunin ol uriu tlus...naubol mzild lu'naubol n'nehr. L'v'dre zhah whol dos ulu Wuzul xuil ussta An'kin
::Jessie rolled his eyes. Long ago when he first met Sy, Sy was a bit of a pain in the behind. It looks like, even after all this time the demon for lack of a better term was nothing more then the same thing. Signing he looked over to Lee with his cash and waved it away. Clearing his throat Jessie spoke words to Sy, words that he had not spoken in a long time. He was surprised that they still flowed so well off of his tongue. Yet it felt great to speak his native language again. Anyone standing near by could tell Jessie was being stern, he wasn't giving a command, but he was defiantly standing up to Sy. Sy was not his to command, but neither was he for Sy to command. He simply asked the student of his brother to help if he could. Yet all he needed to simply say was no. Instead Sy showed that he was upset. At this current moment the area Hawk was meant to control was in civil unrest. He didn't give a damn about someone's anger and feeling because one person or another had no knowledge of the man. He would not stand for it.::
"Usstan kyorl dos niss'nir jala meun d'terini'nestg dosstan k'jakr. Ula, dos xal alu, inbal jivvin xundus vel'bol rin'ov ol zhah dos xun Sy. Jhal xuat gotfrer, dosst an'kin, zhah ussta dalninuk. Usstan orn Wuzul vel'bol Usstan z'klaen xuil ukta, kyorlin 'zil dos xun naut daewl ulu tlu, d'dortho."
::Once Hawk was done he looked once more to Sy and then figured he should just let him know to leave.::
"Alu rath ulu dosst avoksu Sy l'char'riss uriu tlus nym'uerus."
::After that, Jessie then turned his focus onto Lee. How to explain all of this now. He would just have to keep it simple for now. Sy may very well one day be the end of him, however at this point, he would not be. With luck, Palin would be able to keep a leash on the lad for a while longer. For now though he would need to find his first mate.::
"Don' worry abou' payin' off the la' he won' nee' any form o' money. Leave him be. Fer now, we nee' to go to me ship. Will ye be joining me mate?"
(( Anyone who is reading the Drow and translating, but mainly this is for Palin at the moment. dosstan translates to yourself, I couldn't find a better word to translate for "Personality" Self, doesn't have it's own word. So for the lack of a word in Drow for Personality, I'm using the term "Yourself" To substitute it. That way what Jessie says makes a tad bit more sense.))
