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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 19, 2015 8:35:49 GMT
"Aye, she is." Caitlin responded, giving the gentleman a once over. He seemed to be doing well for himself. Perhaps not nobility, but not a slumdog either. She offered a smile and ceased her tapping. A bored gaze swept the sea and then came round inland, glossing over the busy docks. Yes, soon she would definitely need to delegate this task to another. That or people would starting gossiping again about her ladyship pining for some sailor that left her high and dry on the coast.
"Do you sail?" She asked for the sake of polite conversation.
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
Floyd turned to her as she spoke, and he offered a weak smile in return, he didn't want to come off as being impolite. But smiling was never his strong suite. " Unfortunately not. As much as I would have liked to, I've not even set foot on board a ship." He looked off wistfully, observing the ships and sailors on the dock once again. He had one shot here, and he didn't want to say the wrong thing, blow his only chance. "But I suspect you have." He glanced from her, to the ship in front of them.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 29, 2015 4:41:11 GMT
Caitlin eyed him from the corner of her gaze. Maybe he was the theiving type? Only two types approached her on the docks with that nervous energy, like they had to prove themselves. They were either pirates - or thieves. It had been a while since she'd initiated the latter.
"You wouldn't be wrong." She admitted. "So what brings you the docks then? Are you lost, or looking for something?"
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
"No, not lost. I often come to the docks. I've always had a certain fondness for them." He look down a moment, mustering his courage. Then he turned to face her. "But I came here today to pledge my allegiance to a Queen... A Queen of Rogues." He drew a deep breath. " I have a fair aim, and a loyal spirit. I'd be happy to serve someone with such an impressive reputation. If she'll have me that is." He bowed his head, and awaited her response.
Emily walked down the pier quietly, her moccasin boots doing nothing but a soft padding sound. She had come dressed in her usual treasure hunting attire, the fur on her garments standing out sharply against the darker leather. The female was on the hunt, but not for any animal, but for a person. Rumors flew about a captain searching for new crew at high tide. At least that's what she managed to pluck from the few mumbled sentences. The woman's hazel eyes scanned each person in the crowd carefully studying each of them. Searching for the one who looked like they were waiting. As she went farther down the docks she heard a distinct tapping. Emily turned her head towards it curiously but didn't approach the noise just yet. It took her only a moment to pick out its source. A woman, well dressed and looking important. As she watched a man approached the woman timidly, you could see it in his posture. They seemed to be having a pleasant conversation. Em reached up to pull her long dark hair over one shoulder before making her silent way towards them. The woman stayed in clear view of both of them, walking casually but letting her interest be known. It seemed odd that such a fine, regal woman would be standing on the docks tapping her parasol on the planks. Unless she was waiting for something, or someone. If this was the captain, then she was the one who had the ticket aboard that Emily wanted so badly.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 9, 2015 5:30:51 GMT
Caitlin quirked an eyebrow at him. A bit forward, but formal. She liked that, it meshed well with her personal views on manners and mannerisms. Another set of wandering eyes made a pass at the two of them and Caitlin cleared her throat. "It may be, my darling man, that you are not the only one on that particular mission today." She caught his gaze then flicked her eyes toward the woman prowling their way. "Timing, is everything," she said off hand but with a smile. I am sorry for the wait, I hate to keep you over a week without a response. I'm bringing in added help from our more senior BoR member(s) to help light a fire under our arse kettle. They'll be along shortly to get this party started, with or without me Do enjoy your trial dears!
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
A certain blue haired woman came walking down the docks and spotted Caitlin in conversation with two people, although one of those looked to be a bit stand-offish for the time being, compared to the nervous wreck that was the man. "Not meanin' to interrupt," said Ikuze as she got closer to Caitlin, "but it seems daddy dearest ain't taking the hints. He's approaching the docks with an EIRAL escort lookin' for you..." she informed her boss before looking to the new people properly. "I'll handle this, you sort him out... with this Martial Law going around, it's a right pain in the butt." said the thief before she looked to the man and woman. "Right then, let's get you two sorted then eh, whilst she sorts out that? Follow me." she said, waving them to follow her through the docks.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 14, 2016 2:33:17 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
It was true that there had been rumors of new blood for the thieves guild. The rumors came in the form of the name Khamsin the Ethersquall. The rumors had started a few days ago, and were still going. The fact an unguilded thief managed to stay alive this long was an oddity in Lodan. It could mean he had potential. Of course, Khamsin was unaware of the rumors or prying eyes. Why you ask? Cause right now he was being pursued by local law enforcement.
The thief in the black hood brush based, unknowingly to him, the "Queen of Thieves" as he heard her called.
"Stop! Thief!" One of the authorities called out.
"Catch me!" The man laughed as he kept running.
"I am Khamsin the Ethersquall. You would do well to remember the name!"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 15, 2016 2:00:18 GMT
She caught her balance in time to avoid an embarrassing fall after being bumped by the runner. "Stop! Thief!" the EIRAL soldiers shouted as they gave pursuit. Her eyes trailed after the commotion. It was a familiar scene, with a not-so-familiar face. She put her parasol down and followed at a brisk pace. She didn't want to be noticed but she also didn't want to lose sight of the spectacle. There was potential there, and even if it wasn't one of hers, it could be... supposing he survived the chase.
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
The thief seemed to be holding a decent sized sack which he kept upright as he vaulted over a small cart of fruits. He managed to also knock it over as the guards tried to catch their footing after being assaulted by a sudden avalanche of apples. Of course it was clear to see this man had no magical talent nor any tech on him. Which was odd, but none the less. He began to run to a nearby building and tried to see if he could scale it at a decent pace.
"I am Khamsin the Ethersquall. You would do well to remember the name!"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 15, 2016 16:47:20 GMT
Huh.... acrobatic, she could appreciate that. She snickered as the turned over avalanche of apples tripped up one of the soldiers. What had he stolen that was worth this much hoopla? She pushed ahead with the other eager witnesses, while others surged away from it, content to go about their business. Caitlin was the only one, though, that was interested enough to follow the activity into the alley where the thief was busy scaling a wall. The EIRAL soldier left standing on the ground craned his neck back to look up at the law breaker. "We know what you look like, and we will find you." the armed forces threatened. He looked over to see Caitlin and frowned. "No place for a lady, ma'am, I suggest you keep a safe distance." Then he busied himself with escorting her out of the alley. Maybe it made him feel less like a failure and gave him something else to do besides let the thief slip away.
Well, she knew what he looked like now too, or at least how he was dressed, and she knew a few of her own kin liked to stay aloft. When he got to the top, he'd find he wasn't the only one. Caitlin let herself be walked out, then soon as the uniformed man blended back into the throng, Caitlin let herself right back into the alley. 1---2---3---4 assisted leaps (Kinetics 1x4 uses) and next thing you knew, she was on the roof waiting to greet the trickster.
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
The Trickster finally scaled the building as he took off his hood, the thief grinned to himself, "Just you try," He said before he ran straight into something. The man fell down before he stared at what he had run into. That being a woman, "How..." He stuttered, "How did you get up here?" Was she one of those magical beings he had heard about. He tried to crawl backwards, "Listen ma'am," He said, "I don't want any trouble. I need to get this stuff to the people in the slums. They're starving..." He stated as the bag had spilled over, revealing several fruits and a few pieces of bread.
"I'm sure you'd understand...they don't have any money to pay for stuff like this." He said, trying to bargain with the girl he'd just met.
"I am Khamsin the Ethersquall. You would do well to remember the name!"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Nov 30, 2016 16:49:42 GMT
Her eyes twinkled at his attempt to sound noble. "Oh I do understand, except dearest, I believe you're uniformed on one crucial detail...." She waved her arm out over the rooftops in the direction of the charred and bombed out slums from the onslaught of war, and the Sved's continuous attempts to break their seize and press inward on the city. "The starving people of the slums are either dead, or have moved-" She waved her other arm out toward the shanty shacks and tents propped up in the Central Square Park. "-to there. I can escort you on your chivalrous mission if you'd like." She'd be very interested to know who he really was and what his gallant escapades were really for.
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
The thief blinked, dung...that's what he gets for trusting a random man on the dock. The man got up and grumbled, "They moved huh? I am not from around here." Oh boy this was awkward. Hopefully this person wasn't a high ranking official that could do him in.
"I am Khamsin the Ethersquall. You would do well to remember the name!"
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