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Ruffio stands confident and still as Caitlin turns to walk away. Once her figure disappears from sight Ruffio lets out a sigh and falls to his knee's. "Well I have managed to live through part one of my plan, so what do I do about part two?" As Ruffio is having this though he begins to laugh out loudly to himself. "What ever tomorrow brings, I am sure that many will be surprised for what I have to show them, I might even surprise myself!"
Ruffio picks himself off the ground, turns and casually in a light hearted mood walks in the opposite direction. He slips his right hand into his pocket pulls out a coin, looking at the heads side he flips it high into the air and catches it. Opening his hand he see's that it is heads again "But of course" he says as he stick the coin back into his pocket and continues to walk and then begins to whistle his way down the dock...
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 12, 2015 21:04:55 GMT
A Few Days Later......
OPEN TO THE BROTHERHOOD OF ROGUES The wind was blowing rather strongly, the salty sea air briny and bothersome to those who were walking face first into it. Caitlin Stood on the docks, supervising the on-load of cargo to one of her waterborne vessels. They were having one of their better months for bounty since the conversion of the pirate and thieves under one guild, and she didn't want their goods sitting idle in port where any unaffiliated bum could get his or her greasy paws on it.
So in the barrels it goes, and out to sea it sails. They would break up the fare evenly between the sea and sky ports and make sure a sizable amount of merchandise was distributed to each of her assets. The thieves weren't nearly as comfortable with the thought of moving treasure. But the pirates weren't about to just leave it sitting in a cellar somewhere to be found out. She would just have to be diligent in making sure the spoils were split fairly among the factions so that the thieves didn't feel the need to supersede from the her brethren.
She was growing bored with watching the on-load, and she would have left it in the hands of someone more suited by their station for supervising the ordeal, but rumor had it there was fresh blood roaming town, and looking to pledge their allegiance to something they could believe and succeed in. As such, she'd instructed her scouts to carefully and covertly put the word out there for those interested parties to meet her on the pier at high tide. Should they be clever enough to figure out not just the proper hour, but the proper mistress to approach before her very ship then they stood a chance at admittance.
Lady Caitlin stood there, twirling her closed parasol and tapping it on the dock to the beat of "yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirates life for me."
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
An exhausted Pyre Scurried around the docks looking for anyone that looked just shady enough to help with his request. He approached a sailor with an eye patch, Well this was easy he though to himself with a cocky grin, ''Hello? hey, Hello!?'' the old man turned to look at the man. ''Are you a pirate?'' Pyre stared at the man with intent in his head this had planned out perfectly already, he would be all oh yes and then pyre would be able to find a new fencing deal. But alas he was greeted with another wallop in the face and a kick in the ribs Pyre reassessed his plan scooped himself up and decided another sailor would be best...
He was wrong, after three more attempts he sat down fist on chin and worked that stubborn little brain of his, and decided to try and ease drop.
"A man must display some madness from time to time. Helps him feel alive." - Olgierd von Everec
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 12, 2015 22:16:17 GMT
Caitlin saw the whole thing. She couldn't help watch as he sank one ship after another with all the surface-layer suspects. None of which were part of her actual crew. It was pretty obvious what he was after - but so long as he was going about it all the wrong way she wasn't about to make it easy on him.
At last the fellow sat himself down and opened his ears instead of his mouth. Better than using his eyes at this rate. She twirled her parasol and continued to whistle her little tune as she casually approached him. Finding an empty seat next to the naive man, she smiled sharply and asked, "Excuse me, is this seat taken?"
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Pyre Shrugged looking at the space next to him, "Yep, seat seems to be reserved for... Ok now that etching is eligible, looks like the seat is all yours!" He gave the lady a cheeky grin and went back to thinking about what his plan of action could be as he knew observation was not his best of qualities.
He slumped his face into his hands and let out a sigh, "So what brings you to these parts?" he chuckled to himself "People around here are not too fond of chatting though, so i understand if you dont want to chat". He moved back a bit expecting another clout as that seems to be the consensus of replies he was getting today.
"A man must display some madness from time to time. Helps him feel alive." - Olgierd von Everec
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 15, 2015 7:34:22 GMT
She considered striking him with her parasol just for laughs, but refrained from actually doing it. The man had a sense of humor, she could appreciate that.
"Funny, I've never had such sour luck with the locals. Must be something you said, what was it you were discussing that landed you so many blows?"
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
"Just a simple question really i was asking if they was pirates, I can understand they wouldn't want that information spread about but come on, do i look like i could get them in the slammer for such?" Pyre leaned back and put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes taking in the warmth of the sun and let out another sigh.He turned his head over to the lady and smiled opening one eye, "I appreciate you not hitting me, i could see the restraint on your face."
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 17, 2015 19:21:00 GMT
"Well if that's what you're searching for, you're closer than you think, and you're welcome, by the way." She stopped smiling and climbed back to her feet. "Follow me," She said, and began back down the pier toward one of her ships. If he wanted an audience with the pirate of pirates, he was going to get one.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Closer than he thought, he stood up to follow the lady, but still gave the area they had been sitting a quick scan in case that's what she meant. "So where are we going? You know pirates? They have been so hard to get hold of recently."
Pyre looked at the lady again, something twigged in his head, "Hey, so why are you helping me? I could be some scumbag and rob you blind." Hang on, why was he trusting her, desperate times he thought to himself.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 19, 2015 18:20:01 GMT
At that Caitlin laughed, fully body laughter and even wiped a tear out of the corner of her eye. Ah it felt good to laugh again. "You're too cute, but if you're not a scumbag or a petty thief than I'm afraid you're barking up the wrong tree my friend, what is it you expect to find in the company of pirates? I do hope you're ready for what you've gotten yourself into." She reached the ramp at the end of the pier, leading up to her ship. "All aboard?" She gestured with her to embark the ship. He may not have realized it, but this was his last chance to change his mind.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Pyre nodded, giving a cheeky grin “glad to have been able provide you with entertainment, so I assume you actually are a pirate?”
Upon reaching the ramp at the end of the pier, he took a last look around at the port and took a deep breath, and took his first few steps up the ramp “You know I spent ages looking for a pirate and one just appears when I am on the edge of giving up, I am sure some great person said some great quote about this kind of scenario.'' Pyre shrugged, ''Well they certainly need to work on it if they did as I was never told. Names Pyre by the way.'' He held out his hand to the lady.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 4, 2015 19:08:13 GMT
She looked at the extended hand, took it, and shook firmly. "I'm Caitlin, Queen of Rogues. Welcome to my ship." She smiled and led them aboard.
Pyre, I'm going to start a new RP for your trial and I will tag it to you once its up! Thank you for your patience till now, I'm sorry I didn't get back to this sooner
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Aug 9, 2015 23:38:00 GMT
"Anudder day, anudder..."
Thrakazog's baritone rumble-mumble could barely be heard over the din of a working harbor-yard. Between the shouts of foremen, the grunting of workers, the barking of dogs, calling of gulls, hammering of repairmen, and slapping of water on hulls, anything short of a yell was likely to be missed. It wasn't personal, of course - people generally only paid a mind to one another to avoid crashing into people or things. Social conversations had to be held between small buildings, or within arm's length of the participants.
Still, if one needed work - and who didn't? - the docks were the place to find it. It was just a matter of finding the right employer at a given time, and then proving that the prospective worker wasn't a layabout
Thrakazog sidestepped a couple of swarthy fellows who were humping a huge crate between them, bringing it down the dock towards a pretty magnificent-looking vessel. That drew Thrak's eyes, and the grey pupils dilated as he read the name on the side of it. The Lofthus, while impressive in appearance, gave him pause. It was difficult to say why, but the name just rang poorly in his ears, and his gut churned a little as he mentally recited it to himself. For a while now, Thrakazog had learned that when his gut told him to avoid something, he should - and there were few things that his gut couldn't handle.
The next ship was called the Cashmere, but despite the moniker, it didn't give him the warm fuzzies either. Then there was the Celestial Cloud, and the Frolapite, but both felt somewhat pretentious, even if they might not have been. Thrakazog had never known real money, and felt a little embarrassed about his station in life. But really, what was a fellow like him supposed to do? He was built like an ox, so wasn't he supposed to BE one? How could he ever aspire to anything more than the existence of a shiphand? Sure - he dreamed of one day working on real engines, and not just the putt-putt scooters or grass-cutters he could fix. But a real, honest-to-goodness ship engine! That'd be something! Engineers were respected, no matter how rich or poor they were. One day, perhaps, but not today...
He turned down another dock and found a merchant vessel being loaded. Unlike some of the others though, this one had a well-dressed woman standing on the main way, tapping a closed umbrella to some unheard music. Thrakazog shrugged his broad shoulders, adjusting the simple sack he carried with some changes of clothes and grooming items, and stomped off in her direction while trying to read the name of the vessel. It was just out of view though, and if he hadn't been aware of her before, he almost certainly would have if he'd walked three more steps - in which case, he could have crashed into her.
He drew up short of that though, and waved a ham-fisted greeting. "Ug dere," he said in his basso profundo, "Youz know da name of dis ship and who da Cap'n is?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 10, 2015 2:20:14 GMT
She stopped her tapping and smiled up at the fellow. Wasn't absolutely the tallest person she'd seen in ages? Harold was the closest by comparison, her seafaring first mate, ringing in at 230 pounds of labor honed muscle. And just like Commander Skye, he would still be five inches short of seeing eye to eye with this new fellow.
"How do you do? This vessel, why Do you like it?" She examined his face as he looked the ship over. "This pretty piece of driftwood is known as the Dauntless. Her captain is a bit of a mystery... to most people. Would you like to take a closer look?" Every couple of seconds, the 'merchants' working to load the ship would randomly flit their gazes to Caitlin and then away again. All of them except for Harold himself, who never looked away at all. He'd been watching Thadeus from the moment he approached his mistress. Although, if Thad hadn't noticed, Caitlin wasn't about to point it out for him. Keeping her assessments of this curious giant to herself, she motioned for them to walk further up the pier toward the ships ramp.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Peering out into the distance, twin emerald eyes set their gaze upon the labor intense docks. It seems as though someone always had some place to go around here and they would pay no heed to waiting or delays till the job was done an over with. "All in a days work.." He figured at least for the reason why the others here would be working so hard to make their wages. Though work on a shipyard couldn't be easy for those who definitely weren't accustomed to that kind of work for a long period of time, plus the dangers the instability of the job could bring maybe scared off those of the faint of heart. Though this is not what directly called Uriah to this particular location. This was more of his leisure time, making rounds around the city promoting the newer and well defined establishments within the allotted districts was a nice way to think ahead of the rest. At least among his colleagues there always seemed to be a little something extra if he was able to bring fourth a surge of business by being in the right place at the best time.
Long strides carried the lean individual across the working yard, doing his best to slip by those carrying anything to massive which took a lot of ones attention to do so. "Woah there!! How about stopin' at Alberts Sole, to keep your worked shoes well maintained then head on over to." He carried on with a sales pitch trying to send a handful of workers he passed along way over to a handful of particular places but they didn't seem to pay much mind to him.
"Hmph.." The man carried on after a moment, his smirk starting to grow upon his face. It seemed a large amount of the workers were diligent and what seemed almost indefatigable. It was something to admire about those within this particular working class, almost to a point it seemed like a majority of them should make more for what they do exactly but it was most likely a lifestyle choice that the group of them have chosen to make.
Pressing forward the man locked his eyes on what seemed to be a large truck of a man. "Phew.. That man must go through shoes rather quickly." It seemed like he could be in luck as it was not only the size of the man that most likely required a lot of custom tailored clothing, but also he got closer to approach the individual there seemed to be another, smaller and more elegant figure. Someone who seems to carry a particular charm around them.
"A closer look you say? Please pardon my intrusion but I couldn't help but simply overhearing your conversation." The man smiled and presented himself with a simple gestured bow before the female before carrying the same type of kindness to the larger male except being basically dwarfed the individual by comparison. "This ship seems to be made of some durable materials, I'm very interested to see more if you'll allow me as another guest. Perhaps learn who the suppliers of such a creation could be." Speaking with a air of certainty around him, the man was a little intrusive upon the situation but the smirk upon his face seemed to show that he didn't mind having to do such a thing among multiple individuals.
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