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Dec 21, 2015 3:42:28 GMT 7
Post by honey candy on Dec 21, 2015 3:42:28 GMT 7
| * The sun had already begun set into the horizon, hidden behind the stone towers of the cityscape. Parents were on their ways home with their children, lights flickering in home windows as stores began closing up shop for the night, stars just beginning to peek from the passing bright light of day.
Excitement was already filling the air, but what else could be expected of Loguetown? The hushed chattering whispering through the streets, interrupted only by the occasional hearty laugh, was starting to grow louder - the streets starting to fill with people once again as night owls came creeping out from their homes and slinking their ways up from the docks.
A wooden sign swayed and creaked in the breeze, posted near a door on a building just up the street. The Gold Roger Bar was just ahead.
Honey sighed, her steps quiet against the stone-paved road leading up to the establishment. Hands in her pockets, eyes settled to the side of the road, a bitter frown hung at her lips. The fur lining the hood of her coat ruffled under the cold evening breeze, brows resting over her bored gaze.
Bar Surveillance? Her eyes narrowed at the thought, her gaze drawing to the corner of her eye as she scrunched her nose slightly. What a useless mission. She stayed off to the side, fully aware and actively keeping track of her assigned partners' locations. They could easily pass her up and head into the bar with the leisurely pace she saw fit to walk at. After all, at this point she didn't seem much for conversation.
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Dec 21, 2015 4:08:10 GMT 7
Post by Guy on Dec 21, 2015 4:08:10 GMT 7
[attr="class","afirr"] [attr="class","afir"]  [attr="class","afir1"] [attr="class","afir2"]CUT YOU A NEW SMILE [attr="class","afir3"]“If you keep running your mouth I'm gonna cut you a new smile Bring those teeth to the front So I can knock 'em out, knock 'em out. Gimme a break this is the schoolyard shit you all know grow, another weak attempt to waste my time so ante up, and call my bluff or put the cigarette down and hop the first train out of town” [attr="class","afir4"]A bar surveillance! Guy couldn't help but vibrate with excitement as he walked along the street. A large smile plastered on his face. He couldn't help himself, it wasn't very often he had the chance to take on a mission that was outside of his usual cooking duties. Loguetown had a certain air about it that made anyone susceptible to the excitement of walking through the town that once was the death grounds of Gold D. Rogers. The white haired man would most likely be the only happy marine out of the bunch assigned to the duty of looking for any pirates that were of notable worth.
Swinging his arms at his side in a cheerful manner, his gold eyes glanced towards the morose girl walking a distance from him. She didn't seem to pleased at the idea of having a job like this. When he thought about it, she was probably more used to harder mission that required more effort. Guy smiled to himself, perhaps he'll try his best to make the night eventful for her.
Stopping for a moment to look up at the creaking sign of the Gold Roger Bar, the Chef stretched his arms and gave a small yawn before continuing to waltz right into the bar. Stepping through the doorway, the man was met with a largely lit area with boisterous customers. The energy of the place easily picked the white haired man up and it didn't take long for Guy to join in with a group of men singing as they drank their alcohol. Arm on shoulder, he swayed to the rhythm of the song and shouted along.
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Dec 21, 2015 4:27:12 GMT 7
Post by Sable Widder on Dec 21, 2015 4:27:12 GMT 7
Bored with life but nowhere near ready to retire for the night, Sable was nearby, walking along some fence railing and trying to balance, much like a child would. --Not that he was anything of the sort, he was just easily entertained, was all! For a couple of minutes, at least, before he needed to find something else to do... Hopping down from the fence, he supposed he could hang out in the bar for a while... The Gold Rodger bar was always a nice place to lurk around at it's busiest hours, where the hustle and bustle would get so heavy no one would notice when things disappeared from their table.
Blinking a few times as a breeze signaled someone walking by, the petite man watched as the rather unusual group passed. He probably wouldn't have thought much of the little girl, alone, but the way she moved as if she was in control with a few strange men following along... Well, it was interesting. None of his business, but interesting. Remaining where he stood for a couple of moments longer to watch the group, Sable grinned and pulled his own hood over his head as he realized they were also headed to the bar, and following along at a reasonable distance. The thing about interesting groups was that they often had interesting things. And if there were no interesting things, there were bound to be interesting secrets.
One of the men seemed even more out of place than the girl... The weirdo was smiling from ear to ear, and moving as if he was about to burst into a musical dance number at any moment. It was concerning... Maybe they were already drunk? Well, he supposed he should give the benefit of the doubt... It wasn't like everyone had to be grumpy assholes, after all. Following the group into the bar, Sable quirked a brow as he realized he wasn't too far off and the white haired weirdo from before was indeed now singing at the top of his lungs, along with a few others drunken fellows.
Laughing some after a moment of concerned staring, Sable easily made his way through the crowd, finding the perfect inconspicuous table to sit at and survey the rest of the bar. Taking note of fork that had been left on his chosen table, the self-proclaimed pirate stared for a few seconds before sliding it into his pocket. What was he going to do with a random fork? He had no idea, but it was his, now.
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Dec 21, 2015 7:45:31 GMT 7
Post by Kevin Marley on Dec 21, 2015 7:45:31 GMT 7
Despite the clear juxtaposition between his two assigned compatriots Kevin was probably the most unusual addition to the mission. Not unusual in the sense that he was an oddity like his companions but rather, as a relative newcomer to the detachment, all anyone knew about the chore boy was that he seemed to be an oddly amiable yes man who agreed to any job assigned regardless of how mundane or disgusting the task may be. Perhaps this was the reason he was here; nobody was willing to volunteer for the job so they picked the three biggest and most obedient idiots they could find. That or this was an attempt to bond the companies oddball together.
Regardless, he trailed behind the other two in silence, seemingly heedless of the chilling shore breeze that ushered in a light fog. His gaze briefly shifted between the two Marines, but he knew so little about them that his interest waned quickly during their walk. The male seemed simple-minded and overly excited by their task... a drunkard maybe? The small female on the other hand was more interesting in the fact that she seemed out of place in the Marines but otherwise also seemed mundane. Still, perhaps he should learn more about them. Once they arrived and Guy ran ahead, Kevin approached the girl and asked, "How do you suppose we'd go about finding interesting people without... getting to know them" intent on learning her line of thought. His tone was playful and expression innocent and energetic, despite having the presence of mind to not blatantly say 'hey pirates, we're looking for you!'
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Dec 21, 2015 9:42:38 GMT 7
Post by honey candy on Dec 21, 2015 9:42:38 GMT 7
| * She was purposefully avoiding looking at Guy - seeing as he read exhausting the second she laid eyes on his big, doofy grin. Even from the side of the road she could feel the excitement gushing from his over-excited spirit.
Her gaze drew upward as the over eager Ensign moved on ahead, opening the door to the building and disappearing inside. She lifted her chin upward to glance at the sign now nearly overhead, faintly taking note of an additional pair of steps that seemed to have fallen in line with the group's own.
A voice piped up from just beside her, though she didn't turn her head to grant the speaker her full attention. "How do you suppose we'd go about finding interesting people without..." She slowly came to a halt, still staring up at the sign. "Getting to know them?"
She drew her gaze back downward, closing the distance between herself and the door and taking the handle into her delicate grip, drawing it open.
" Trouble thinking for yourself? " she questioned, turning her eyes to the patrons inside the bar. She couldn't help but wonder why Marley was there. Two kids assigned to survey a bar? They may not have been easily pinned as Marines, but it would still look suspicious in some respect. But then, she was never encouraged to question her assignments.
Her yellow eyes settled on the singing Guy as she stepped inside, relaxing under the warmth and fermented smell of ale. She stood there in the doorway for a moment before starting toward the bar, pulling a coinpurse from the front of her shirt.
She hopped up onto the barstool easily, the bartender and the particularly burly sailor two her side both cocking their brows and staring in mild confusion as she settled herself down casually, lifting her gaze to the mustached man on the other side of the counter.
" Water, " she ordered casually, as if a little girl walking into a crowded bar and seating herself at the counter was the most normal thing in the world. With a soft click she opened her coinpurse, revealing a wad of bills with more zeroes than a twelve year old girl had any right to carry. Her haul from her trip to the Baratie.
" And two anonymous rounds for the bar, " she added, easing a few bills from the clip and setting them on the bartop, scooting them toward the barkeep with a single tiny finger.
Both the man beside her and the tender stood there and gawked for a moment, another man seated nearby leaning over the counter to stare at the bills and the tiny hand resting there.
Honey drew her hand back slowly, eyeing the bartender with a confident smile drawn on her lips. " Can you handle that? " Her coinpurse snapped shut in her hand.
The tender nodded quickly, snatching the bills from the counter and stuffing them in his pocket as he spun on his heel and got to work, moving quickly to get the drinks ready as he bellowed out the good news over the rising noise of the crowd.
" Two free rounds! Courtesy our anonymous big spender! "
The two men seated at the bar gawking at her on in confusion, obviously having some trouble coming to terms with what they'd just seen.
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Dec 22, 2015 5:00:22 GMT 7
Post by Guy on Dec 22, 2015 5:00:22 GMT 7
[attr="class","afirr"] [attr="class","afir"]  [attr="class","afir1"] [attr="class","afir2"]CUT YOU A NEW SMILE [attr="class","afir3"]“If you keep running your mouth I'm gonna cut you a new smile Bring those teeth to the front So I can knock 'em out, knock 'em out. Gimme a break this is the schoolyard shit you all know grow, another weak attempt to waste my time so ante up, and call my bluff or put the cigarette down and hop the first train out of town” [attr="class","afir4"]Guy was far from drunk, but he supposed it was better if others thought that way. He noted the few people that came in after him from the side of his eye as he sang drunken love songs to the poor woman in the corner with a group of rowdy men. A man was lamenting at being rejected by the woman and was confessing his feelings loudly to all the patrons in the bar through a love song, as he was accompanied by his friends and Guy.
He glanced at Honey as she sat herself at the bar, noticing her reaching to grab something from down her shirt and then handing it over to the barkeeper. He made a thoughtful hum, briefly not participating in the serenade to watch, before turning his attention back to howling at the ceiling.
" Two free rounds! Courtesy our anonymous big spender! "
Instantly almost everyone in the bar erupted in cheer, Guy jumping up in glee himself. Pursing his lips slightly to let out a piercing whistle in excitement of the free rounds soon to come.
So that was what she was up to.
A big grin crossed his features as he gave the poor love sick man a big pat on the back and ran over towards the bar to get his share of the free rounds. Picking up a tankard filled to the brim with ale, he turned around to face the whole bar and raised his cup.
" Let's have a drinking contest! Winner gets 100,000 beli! " Guy shouted at the top of his lungs. Turning around as a cheer erupted once more from the patrons of the bar, Guy leaned against the bar and looked towards Honey. A big smile on his face.
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Dec 23, 2015 7:45:59 GMT 7
Post by Sable Widder on Dec 23, 2015 7:45:59 GMT 7
After settling in at his chosen table, Sable had taken thorough glances around around the bar to pinpoint the main points of interest for the evening. The group he'd followed was definitely a big one. He'd also spotted a few bags of Beli with distracted owners and a couple of particularly shiny bits of jewelry, but within a few moments his curious gaze was drawn back to the little girl, who by that point had taken a seat at the front bar like she owned the joint. And by the look of that coin purse she pulled out, she might as well...
Just that was enough to make his mind go mad with questions, but he managed to contain himself, remaining at his table to observe. It was kind of funny, the men around the little one almost seemed to go into shock. Sable was almost worried someone would attack her for the rest of the money, before the bartender called out over the noise of the bar that an 'anonymous' big spender had just paid for two whole rounds for the bar. What a way to earn some immediate loyalty. Had that been the plan? Little or not, the girl certainly moved and spoke like someone with a plan. Kind of odd, that...
While the young pirate pondered this, the other man that had caught his attention before, was now purposely doing the same with the entire bar. Shouting something about a contest with a rather large number following it, he had all the big toughies cheering. Just like the little girl, he'd squirmed into their good graces with the promise of money. Why'd they have so much money to just throw at the crowd? Were they pirates who hit a big score? Nooo, that couldn't be it... Maybe they were just good people. Sable liked good people. That being said, what of the third one from their group..? So far he was the only one who hadn't drawn any attention to himself. He seemed pretty young, himself, too. What a strange bunch.
"Hmmm..." Soon done with just watching, Sable hopped up from his seat, making his way to the front bar where the girl had taken position. He only slipped one shiny coin off a table as he passed. "'Oy!" He greeted, getting between Honey and one of the large men to speak. "Where'd you get all that money, huh? Even if you had rich parents, they wouldn't be lettin' their kid wander off to a place like this, y'know. Did'ya steal it?" He asked, maybe too curious and forward for his own good. "No, I guess not, you wouldn't be givin' it away if you stole it..."
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Dec 23, 2015 15:44:11 GMT 7
Post by Kevin Marley on Dec 23, 2015 15:44:11 GMT 7
Even after his brief albeit hostile interaction with the female he continued to silently smile as he stood and watched her walk toward the door the bar.
"Having trouble thinking for yourself?" Her response had been... disappointing to say the least. He sighed inwardly as he tentatively categorized her as a loner - shortsighted, easily irritated, and probably prone to wanting to take matters into her own hands. He'd need more than a single walk to a bar to establish a concrete analysis though.
Upon entering the bar, he did not set right to work like the others. He simply observed as Guy sang and mingled with the other patrons which was not a bad plan, provided it was a plan. As for the girl? She strangely walked up to the bar and had a word with the keep. Eyes went wide and an announcement of free drinks quickly explained the situation. Kevin wasn't sure what to think about this. To him it was obviously a clear waste of money and, while the intoxicating liquid would certainly make it easier to pry information, her blatant show of meager wealth was certainly going to spread amongst the pub goers. If even a single disreputable man hid among the bunch then she was certainly going to get mugged after this. Was this part of her plan? Lure an idiot out and then beat the information out of him? It was the only justification he could think of. He decided to let things play out.
Instead of standing around he decided to make himself helpful but inconspicuous. He moved about quietly eavesdropping in on each conversation while avoiding direct line of sight. Any time someone started to eye him he'd ask if he could take the patrons empty mugs or grab them another round for a simple coin taking on the guise of an opportunistic urchin looking for easy money. The bartender was far too busy with the free rounds to notice him and kick him out.
"You should has seen the size of 'em! I ain't ever seen a girl with such big ti-", started one conversation, the Kevin quickly disregarded it as irrelevant.
"Man the captain's been harsh lately. Can you believe he had me flogged when he overheard me callin' his cat ugly? He cares more about that cat than-", more relevant than the last table but... was that Tommy? Wasn't he scheduled for watch duty tonight?
"Speaking of weird names, did you know there's a new group calling themselves the 'Booty Pirates'. What kind of man names his crew that?! Even weirder is that they are apparently actually-"
Where'd you get all that money, huh? . Suddenly a few heads at the table he was eavesdropping from turned as someone spoke a little too plainly at the nearby bar. W...was the chore girl getting mugged inside the pub? Kevin certainly didn't predict that. A small part of him wanted to go assist her but he knew she'd just be irritated at him for it. Regardless, he went against his better judgment and decided to approach the blunt pub goer from behind. He splashed the remains of a nearly empty, half spit laden mug onto the back of the man's head.
"What's it matter what the rich missus does with 'er money", he questioned back, taking on an accent he'd heard from one of the patrons. He decided to emphasize the word 'rich' a little bit to stoke the fires a bit more. "I'd be a little more afraid of you stealin' it see'n a grown man like you tryin' to creepin' on a little girl like that! She'd be better off givin' it to me. I'm probably her type anyway!" He said this last line in joking mockery of other drunken men he had heard, complete with that goofy grin. He was not sure if the saying properly applied to the situation, but he would find out soon enough based on their reactions.
Kevin's eyes briefly flickered to the big man behind Sable and he could just see the man's slimy gears begin to turn. If the big man helped the defenseless little girl the he might be able to get in on said money too.honey candy
(Sorry for lack of colors, details, etc. I'm posting on my phone and not do good at it. :[.)
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Dec 24, 2015 5:32:56 GMT 7
Post by honey candy on Dec 24, 2015 5:32:56 GMT 7
| * As a roar of cheering erupted from around her, a whistle piercing the air nearby, she tucked her coinpurse into the front of her shirt and got to work on making herself comfortable. Her tiny figured leaned forward, spindly arms resting themselves on the counter as she tilted her head slightly, resting her cheek in the palm of her had. The two men beside her, finally overcoming their surprise, glanced between each other. A crooked grin spread across the further one's face as he shrugged lightly, all to happy to accept the tankard being passed to him.
" Let's have a drinking contest! Winner gets 100,000 beli! "
Honey didn't pay the familiar voice any mind, but the grinning man seated nearby at the bar was certainly interested. Bounding off of his chair the ale in his tankard splashed out to spatter on the floor in front of him. " YOU'RE ON! " being his enthusiastic response as he jogged toward the white haired stranger. The man seated just beside Honey however turned his attention to the little girl and opened his mouth to speak, a call for attention piping up from just behind the pair. " Oy! "
Suddenly a head popped in just beside her, obviously trying to steal her attention away from the tender still working frantically to fill the large order she'd just placed. She saw it well enough from the corner of her vision, but she didn't bother to pay it any mind. "Where'd you get all that money, huh?" He continued, further wedging himself between Honey and the now snarling soldier set behind him.
" Even if you had rich parents, they wouldn't let their kid wander into a place like this, y'know, " he rambled on. " Did'ya steal it? " She didn't look toward him even as he paused for a short instance to think. " No, I guess not, you wouldn't be giving it away if you stole it. "
She finally turned her head to glance at Sable, her fingers curling into her palm as she rested her chin on her fist, lids dropping a short ways over her golden eyes. " You're not very bright, " she informed him flatly, taking note of the darkening expression of the muscled sailor behind the curious young man and the slight set of footsteps wandering closer toward them.
Her disinterested gaze remained set on Sable as the contents of Kevin's half empty mug soaked the back of the man's head. She blinked slowly, her focus shifting to the little boy with the same lack of concern.
" What's it matter to you what the -rich- missus does with er money? " came his now accented voice. Thankfully, most of the simple-minded patrons were already too distracted with Guy to pay their little exchange any mind. " I'd be a little more afraid of you stealin' it see'n a grown man like you tryin' to creepin' on a little girl like that! She'd be better off givin' it to me. " She stared flatly at Kevin, watching a goofy grin spread across his lips as he continued. " I'm probably her type anyway! "
The large sailor seated just behind the curious young man well into Honey's personal space reached to set a large, calloused hand on Sable's shoulder, and give it a sudden threatening squeeze. It seemed to draw Honey's attention, her focus shifting to the corner of her eyes to watch. " You've got a big mouth, kid, " he warned sternly, his free hand reaching for the tankard resting on the bar.
A light frown on her lips she returned her gaze to the little man sporting a now empty mug - one of her assigned partners. " I don't think you can help me. " Her tone dropped as she leveled her eyes with his, unimpressed.
As hard as she had been trying to listen in on the conversations humming about the bar, between Guy's contest, the curious stranger's big mouth, and her current teammate's "support," it was hard to gather much. A few murmurs about stocking up, one group mentioning setting sail in the morning. All in all, little to write in her report.
Her phrasing, though, did seem to catch the attention of an eavesdropping patron or two, a couple of sailors sparing her a glance before supposedly returning to their own business.
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Dec 25, 2015 6:55:26 GMT 7
Post by Guy on Dec 25, 2015 6:55:26 GMT 7
[attr="class","afirr"] [attr="class","afir"] [attr="class","afir1"] [attr="class","afir2"]CUT YOU A NEW SMILE [attr="class","afir3"]“If you keep running your mouth I'm gonna cut you a new smile Bring those teeth to the front So I can knock 'em out, knock 'em out. Gimme a break this is the schoolyard shit you all know grow, another weak attempt to waste my time so ante up, and call my bluff or put the cigarette down and hop the first train out of town” [attr="class","afir4"] " YOU'RE ON! "Guy grinned as he clasped his arm around the man who was excited to take him on his offer. His other arm extended out, partial bits of the liquid inside Guy's tankard spilling out. "Anyone else!?""Aye!" A grumble of a reply as a man from one of the table pushed himself up from his chair to make his way toward's Guy. "Alright!" He began to usher the men towards the bar and they all began to settle themselves down. Putting a hand into his shirt, he pulled out a small wallet, pulling out a bill of 1,000  and slapped it on the counter. He gave out a small laugh as the men stared at him. "Fufufufufu.""Let's get started!" Several Tankards were pulled out for the three to have their contest. Both men began to down the alcohol down their throat as Guy gave a small sip before pulling the tankard back and drinking the content. His eyes glancing over towards Honey as she dealt with a few people along with uh--- What was his name? Guy finished his first tankard as the other two began starting on their second. He gave a big sigh and slammed the tankard down, holding a hand finger up to have another. He turned his attention to the others has he accepted the second tankard full of alcohol. "Ah, you guys must be desperate."The high spirited man finished swallowing what he was drinking and stopped to wipe the liquid from his beard. "Nah, we got a good haul last week. I just like money."The gruff man just grumbled as he slammed his second tankard down. "More.""Fufufufu. You too huh? I guess I can't lose then!"PHARAOH LEAP. [googlefont=PT Sans Narrow] [newclass=.afirr]width:500px;font:10px Verdana;text-align:justify;color:#777777;position:relative;z-index:1;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir]padding:9px;height:100px;width:100px;border:solid 1px #eeeeee;float:left;margin-top:-12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir img]height:100px;width:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir1]margin-left:130px;width:359px;margin-top:-24px;padding-left:10px;height:130px;border-left:solid 1px #dddddd;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir2]background-color:#70a1cb;margin-top:-12px;float:left;padding:5px 10px;color:#f5f5f5;font:20px PT Sans Narrow;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir3]margin-top:29px;background-color:#eeeeee;font:8px Calibri;padding:10px;height:59px;letter-spacing:1px;overflow:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir4]width:480px;padding:20px 10px;border-top:solid 1px #dddddd;border-bottom:solid 1px #dddddd;margin:-12px 0px -2px 0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir5]background-color:#70a1cb;color:#f5f5f5;text-align:center;font:12px PT Sans Narrow;padding:10px 0px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass] [newclass=.afir5 a]color:#f5f5f5;font:12px PT Sans Narrow;[/newclass] |
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Dec 26, 2015 5:51:56 GMT 7
Post by Sable Widder on Dec 26, 2015 5:51:56 GMT 7
" You're not very bright, " came the response from the rather rude little girl. The young pirate frowned, crossing his arms as he tried to figure out what he'd said that was so wrong it was considered stupid. However, just as he brushed that query aside and was back to pondering the contents of Honey's wallet, he suddenly took note of a rather disgusting drink spilling down the front of his hood. His face forming a grimace as he realized what had happened, he could really only be thankful that he had been wearing it up. Letting his soaked hood fall back down, Sable turned to face the culprit, his brow quirked in confusion. What'd he done to deserve that? ...Wait, wasn't this the second guy that had been walking along behind the little girl?
While he'd originally turned around with plans to confront the stranger, he was now just looking confused, his head tilted comically to the side. This didn't make sense, at all. He hadn't seen this guy with a single drink before he'd decided to approach the little girl, so why was he acting like a total drunkard..?
"I'd be a little more afraid of you stealin' it see'n a grown man like you tryin' to creepin' on a little girl like that! She'd be better off givin' it to me. I'm probably her type anyway!" The strange man continued while Sable was busy trying to figure out what was going on. Maybe he wasn't very bright... --Ah! Grown man? The drunkard had called him a grown man! Finally, someone taking him seriously! At that, Sable only grinned. "Well, okay man, but that's kinda creepy. She's like, eight... Pretty sure that's frowned upon in every society." He retorted, shrugging.
It was only then that he felt a large hand land on his shoulder, trapping it in a threatening grip. It was very clear very quickly that he'd done something to piss off the large sailor sitting mere inches away. Still, seemingly unfazed by the clear and present danger he'd gone and shimmied his way into, he turned his torso and head to look back towards the man. "I've got a big mouth? You're like five times my size, so, uh... Yours in bigger." He huffed. Of course, he wasn't unfazed. He was very ready to start running the moment he had a chance, but uh... It seemed he'd sort of been blocked in, with all sides covered by either the bar, the weird girl, the weird drunkard, or the dangerous sailor. He was pretty thankful that nearly everyone else in the bar was distracted by the whole drinking contest thing.
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Dec 27, 2015 4:59:37 GMT 7
Post by Kevin Marley on Dec 27, 2015 4:59:37 GMT 7
Whomever this man was, he didn't seem particularly aggressive and his words only served to confuse the fourteen year old boy. Judging by what he Kevin of humans, his companion was around ten years old, maybe twelve. That should place her close enough to his age for the two to interact freely, right? No wait, that was irrelevant. The man went against all expectations for Kevin's poorly thought out plan and all but ignored the boy's antics, instead turning toward the larger man. Kevin briefly watched the two with keen interest until he noticed his partner turn to him, using the distraction as a chance to prove that at least his earlier assumption had been correct- she was dissatisfied with his attempt to 'help' her. " I don't think you can help me", she cut at him with a coldly apathetic tone. 'Helping' the girl had only been one factor in why he had taken such actions, but having someone so small be both ungrateful and look down on him like this actually managed to irk him a little. He stared directly into her eyes, his eyes mirroring the same scornful indifference as hers despite the half-hearted smile he still sported. He opened his mouth as if to give a snide retort but, upon hearing the would-be thief's reply to the large sailor, his fake cheery smile returned again and he simply shrugged and walked away. As Kevin moved to grab a couple of the newly placed drinks to return to the owners of the empty tankards he brought to the bar, the large drunken sailor had chosen to take offense to Sable's inadvertently inflammatory remark and moved to grab the scrawny thief. A large meaty hand dropped the tankard to the bar as it clenched into a fist, clearly the man intended to strike if pushed a little further. Kevin wouldn't be the one to push though. He could more or less tell what his 'partners' wanted. The girl wanted to listen, the silly male wanted to talk, and Kevin? He wanted to start a commotion. He wanted a chance to just sneak someone outside and beat the relevant information out of them away from prying eyes. He had already taken (and was still taking) the time to choose a good target as he moved about the pub exchanging tankards. He spent his small amount of 'eavesdropping' time also examining the patrons' weapons, their demeanor, and their attire in hopes of picking out the most likely person to be acquainted with pirates. He already picked out two possible victims and of course he had to deal with that man, but that was a job for later. For now, he continued to scope out victims and sow seeds of greed until things went his way. If a fight didn't start then there was the likely chance the girl would be accosted when they left. And if that did not happen? Well... he never was very good at manipulating humans. He simply didn't have the age or experience to do so. Of course, there was always that full tankard of ale ready for the throwing. honey candy |
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