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 Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 10:40 pm
Imogen found it rather easy to follow the captain. Other than his affects jangling about the man certainly had a presence about him. Certainly he stood out from the crowd which made it quite easy to navigate behind.
Sitting down at the counter Imogen waited for the footsteps of the bartender to come close to take orders. From the heaviness of the bartender's footsteps Imogen pictured a male. Only was the sound of the bartender's voice was a reason to believe that wasn't the case as the bar tender ask for an order.
Imogen still looking straight out into space ordered her usual. A ginger ale. Being blind drunk was fine for those who could see, however a drunk blind was another thing entirely. That and Imogen never cared for alcohol.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 10:59 am
Namid walked down the stairs carrying a tray of empty glasses. She looked over the rail to see the new guests and smiled.
Had a feeling they'd show up.
She hurried to the back to help. Setting down the tray and starting in on the orders she heard. Her boss smiling at her for the help.
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I Sinistro I Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 6:58 pm
El Diablo Loco looked over at Veran and waved, saying 'Hi' and 'I didn't see you there!' then eating the last bit of his orange. As he chewed, he looked around for place selling the engine parts and he said, after swallowing, "What would we need engine parts for? I thought you fixed everything- And didn't we already get stuff a week ago?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 7:49 pm
"What, does my skin blend in with the sand or something?" Veran joked as he kept walking. He was extremely tempted to just skitter off toward the pub and order a few glasses of scotch, but he still didn't know the others all that much and his money pouch was getting pretty light anyways. "Anyway, I wouldn't be surprised if she's just stockpiling on spare parts for when we're not docked at a port."
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 8:52 pm
Scott ordered up a bottle of rum and looked around the pub once more.
Scott went to drink his rum when two men wearing, what looked like old valuan armada armor burst into the pub.
"Scott Spyre! by order of King Randell and the New Valuan Empire, for the crime of piracy, you are under arrest!" one of the men shouted.
Scott took a swig of his rum and spoke without turning around "You really thought it would be that easy did you?" he said turning around.
Scott spoke "I really don't feel like fighting you two blokes, Imogen, show these gentlemen exactly what I think of their King and his little empire" he said turning back around as the two began to close in on him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 9:36 pm
El Diablo Loco laughed at Veran's joke, then once he spoke he replied "Well, if we're going to seriously stock up on something. . it's food. . . and beer."
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I Sinistro I Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 9:46 pm
Imogen placed her glass down gently on the counter. Taking a quick assessment of the sounds and surroundings she pulled out her revolver. Before the king's men could even register to bellow another order the shot rang through out the establishment.
The bullet was aimed at a memorial plate at the end of the counter. It ricocheted towards an old anchor and then grazing the officer's cap to finally to its resting place on a dart board. The two men backed up from the feat, practically falling out the door.
"Whats the score on that one, Captain?" The airy voice asked as the calamity settled. She didn't expect the anchor to put such a curve on the trajectory. Her best guest was an 8.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 9:53 pm
"Eh, I certainly agree with you there, not so much with the beer. I prefer straight alcohol to that grog, but that's beside the point." he said back, laughing a bit. "I kinda see why Jak would want to go get some more spare parts though. I heard that our next voyage is gonna be pretty long."
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 9:59 pm
(lol, technically grog is watered down rum, not beer or ale as it would be in this world)
Scott looked at the dart board "well 9 on the board, but you missed his head, here I got it" said Scott, pulling out his twin revolvers an shooting both soldiers.
"Lets move, they probably have the ship surrounded, so we will have to fight our way out" said scott.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 10:07 pm
"Is it? I wasn't aware." Diablo replied to Veran. From his pocket he took out his pouch full of gold, he then said to Jak and Veran "I can pitch in for some engine parts, but the rest of my money needs to go to food. If we are going to be on this long voyage, then we're going to need food." he put his pouch away and then adjusted the sword over his shoulder so that it felt more comfortable to carry.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 10:23 pm
( Yeah, I know. I had Veran refer to it as "that grog" because he hates how beer seems so watered-down to him. wink )
"Same here...although some of my gold's going toward supplies for spell-casting and such too." Veran said dismissively.
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 10:48 am
"Out of practice, I guess." Imogen rose from her chair slowly as if the sound of two bodies hitting the floor was nothing to jump about. By what she could hear, Scott was right. Outside was definelty the audible sound of armored sailors marching into postion.
With a sigh and small shake of her head she faced the enterance. With a bothered and slightly annoyed tone she waited for the captain to finish his drink.
"You think they would be a little more quiet."
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 11:07 am
Namid leaned on the to look at the two bodies on the floor.
Oh geez, I'm probably going to be the one to clean that up.
She looked at the Rouges as they started to leave. A small pain in her heart knowing she couldn't go with them.
"Hope you get out of here. But don't be afraid to come back. Though I know you won't be."
She smiled at the man in the long purple coat.
"I hope to hear some stories of your adventures if you do return to Nasrad."
She she jumped over the counter and went over to the dart board.
"Wow... that is going to be a pain to get out. Eh, I'll just leave it."
She turned to the dead bodies.
"As for them, I'll get rid of them after you guys are gone... It's no big deal... Well, good luck out there."
She walked back over to the counter ad jumped back over it. She started to hum a song as she headed to the back to get the supplies to get rid of the bodies.
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 4:54 pm
(I just thought it was funny, though I do think you would be hard pressed to find anybody selling ale in nasrad, I always imagined because of the extremely warm climate and the fact that it is so dry, people would enjoy more fruity, refreshing drinks.)
A smile grew across Scott's face. If there was one thing he loved more than talking about his weapons, it was converting people to the life of that air pirate. He knew the girl's tone, he had heard it before in almost every one of his crew's voices before they joined him.
"It's always better to make history instead of telling it, why don't you forget about this little mess and come aboard my ship?" he asked with a sly grin, his piercings glinting in the sunlight.
Meanwhile
The dusty streets of Nasrad where overrun by New Empire soldiers arresting any known air pirates. Down at the dock, Soldiers had boarded the Dark Orchid as well as some of the merchant ships, looking for air pirates. On the orchid, the soldiers fought a losing battle against the ships crew. "Come on you rat bastards! Whats the matter? can't fight a girl!?" Called out Scott's wife, Mandi as she cut down the men.
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 5:08 pm
Imogen heard the comotion that was going on and waited for the captain to finish his recruitment. The young woman that came bounding to the scene certainly had the energy for the open skies.
However what that was to Imogen was minimal. Ethier the girl joins or doesn't. Right now they had a small army awaiting their exit.
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