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Post by EloHim on Aug 9, 2020 14:16:40 GMT -8
[Elorit / ? ? ?]
Whilst a group of people accosts someone near the board, Elorit simply walks up and reads the postings. Some of these are quite violent, but not something he needs right now. He needs funds, but he also needs something to pick himself up. A simple job, easy one... slow ramping up of difficulty was in order..The haunted ship seemed easy enough. A good way to start over after a bandit attack. A way to close the old wounds without getting new ones.After that little job...he will hunt again.
Ursa...That was the ship. The whispers in the tavern said quite a bit about it's recent quarry. So finding it in this place would be easy. The captain goes down with the ship so he or she will be there...eventually. He can wait.
He has all the time in the world and as long as he is surrounded by people - he will not be attacked by the usual suspects.
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Post by Kidney on Aug 10, 2020 11:39:40 GMT -8
[Saoirse] "Oh I'm sorry," she says, and the finger jabs into his chest a little bit, "'sit not enough for you that I killed somma the damn bastards today?" She grabs her collar, pulling down a bit more than necessary in haste and passion to reveal the already deep, purpling marks on her neck. "Got choked out n' called a whore by one, that ain't enough either? I gotta sing praises every time someone wants t' draw blood?" She lets go of the fabric, the neckline returning to mostly where it should be, rumpled from the tension she'd laid on it. "An' who're you, walkin' around the streets at night, preyin' on women - FOLLOWIN' women - who don't do 'xactly as you think they ought to, eh?"
He took a long look to her, in her drunken stupor, and less-than-desirable condition. Like a toy that had been played with too roughly, but Dane felt he were the thread and needle that could stitch her into something new, something stronger. "It will not be enough until each and every last one is in pieces in the pits of Hell." His resolve was his shield, his words his weapons. "You've done well, killing some of them. You've done more today than your employer, The Heir, has done. I hope to see you soon, on the field, killing some of them myself." He stopped, taking a deep breath, "I am Dane. And you?"
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Post by rosallora on Aug 10, 2020 11:50:08 GMT -8
[Saoirse]
"I don't think I'm givin' you my name," she says. Her eyes look back towards the Tavern. Where the hell had Joseph gone off to... he'd been sober enough. "An' I don't need strange men followin' me around praisin' me about killin' off mens' kin. We clear there?" She takes a step back, somewhat unsteady."Goddamn... followin' around all quietlike. DANE. Dane like a dog, followin' people in the street n' accusin' them of shit.." she kicks a rock. Rolls her shoulders.
"What do you want a me, huh? You lookin' for a lay? This some weird convoluted plot to get into my trou?"
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Post by Kidney on Aug 10, 2020 12:08:50 GMT -8
Dane wasn't exactly impressed. His eyes watched her like a surveying investigator, taking in her movements, her words, the way her face shifted as she spoke. She operated like a true drunkard, though that was to be expected from a drunk in an alley after being recently frightened. Dane took back the space he gave with another half step, feeling almost trapped within a delicate dance of death and mockery.
Her rants did not fall on seemingly deaf ears, though, Dane's were open, peeling layers off of a seemingly fatty sentence, like a butcher, he cleaned this excess away, piecing the sentence together again without any of the needless insults or...strange dialectics. "Tell me." He began, serious. Looming.
"Do I look like I want to be in you?" He asked, voice tinged in a way to already confirm the correct answer. "I don't want a lay. I want Justice. In time, I think you could help me to that end. Though we'd certainly have to move past withholding names, Bandit."
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Post by rosallora on Aug 10, 2020 12:53:12 GMT -8
[Saoirse]
She doesn't like any part of this. And the name - Bandit - rings through her, shedding a few layers of alcohol from her system. "I don't think I wanna help you wit' anythin'." She swallows, her mouth scrunching in a few different positions as she looks around for someone, anyone, to help.
She looks past him, pretending to look at a figure behind him. "Oi JOSEPH, I could use some help-"
She cuts herself off, pivoting and breaking out into a sprint, hoping that that he'd fall for the false distraction.
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Post by Kidney on Aug 10, 2020 21:42:00 GMT -8
Dane's face was more or less a dark statue of a man looking unimpressed. His form was stoic still, staring at Saoirse, bored and waiting for a response of substance. Her scream did not make him shift, his gaze locked on her, chin turned down to show her just how focused he truly was on her movements. Her sprint was more or less expected, not the preferred outcome but one nonetheless.
"We will meet again, Bandit." He said, loud enough for her to hear, before turning slowly to address this Joseph. Seeing not one other among these dark alleys, Dane sniffed, and growled. "Feh."
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Aug 11, 2020 14:32:23 GMT -8
Ellie was going to speak to Tod, the man, the religious figure who could actually exorcise a ghost of it somehow was real. A man perfect for the expedition to counterbalance her own physical stature and hidden strength. Even if she distrusted most religious people she realized to ignore their prowess of the mythical arts was pure ignorance. But then the hairs on her neck stood out on end as she felt eyes watching her, the smell of dog in her nose, the thoughts of her attacker and it’s pack came rushing back like a rush of adrenaline and her head slightly snapped away from the board to a place away from them. She scoured the buildings, her eyesight slightly better than normal but not nearly as good as her nose.
Sascha would see her ‘prey’ very much aware she was watching, a lot more perceptive with her senses than one would usually be as she looked across the buildings. But she seemed scared, frightened, and couldn’t pinpoint exact locations harrowingly missing her exact location. So with no apparent sight of her ‘hunter’, Ellie had to speak to Sal or ‘Captain Faerth’ as she says.
“Well nice to meet you Captain, you can call me Ellie. And by your expression I can already tell you think this ghost is a load of bullshit. Well let me tell you, I’ve seen enough bullshit topping the existence of ghosts that I’m half inclined to believe they’re right. But don’t worry, if it’s just rats or say a thief I’ll deal with it just the same.” She grinned as she turned back to the woman, a lot more bold than she was feeling right now that was for sure. Not able to shake that feeling of terror hidden in her gut.
“My only concern, is how I’ll be rewarded for guarding your vessel. After all of it IS something I’d rather not leave empty handed.” Ellie commented albeit a bit sarcastically. Although it was true she saw worse, given this was just a warm up for her, she wasn’t going to go in like a greenhorn blind and dumb.
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Post by Kidney on Aug 11, 2020 21:54:38 GMT -8
[Sal] It's like goddamn magic. Why the hell can't this happen when she's looking for literally anything else in her life. Low on pocket soup tabs and it takes her two days at port to find a guy who can make some over a span of five fucking days. Need some specialized wax for the Ursa, but she has to endure the weeklong goose chase that it takes to get to the right supplier. Even getting here, to this fucking port out in the middle of ass nowhere, always feels like it's fighting the tide. But no. Her crew wants a goddamn ghost hunting group and they all appear within minutes. She purses her lips. "I'm Captain Faerth." She looks at the first comer, a little woman who looks like she'd be perfect for looking for ghosts that don't exist. The same for the man that comes after, slight enough looking but also claiming to be an exorcist. Must be of the faith. Must also be of the dumbass. "It's my ship that..." she rolls her eyes "is allegedly possessed."
He turned back to Sal, "Alas, even in the event the ship is not haunted, my magicks are tempered towards a supportive role! Seeing the stock of possible compatriots..." He turned to address and gesture in the direction of the collection of mercenaries all around. "That would something good to have!" He stopped himself, adjusting his coat and standing tall. "Anyways, should you care to take me on this expedition i'd be happy to lend my services! I've gone quite a few nights without...much of anything happening to me. Nothing that I could proficiently address, that is." |
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Post by brazilianguy on Aug 16, 2020 1:49:12 GMT -8
/ Sascha Holzmann and Milo /Three people became four. She would prefer to remain from a distance, getting more intel, but Sascha knew that Captain Sal would not have infinite employees for a task that she don't want to spend time and resources, in the first place. And for that, was time to act and secure a spot in the endeavor.
Sascha started to walk towards the Bounty Board. Knowing that the poor prey, with clueless eyes looking over the landscape, was already feeling in its guts the presence of the predator, Sascha decided to get closer as slow as possible, with a disciplined Milo walking on her left side. Was just a matter of time for the prey be aware of the approach, and Sascha wanted to make her feel that this was as painful to endure as possible. Slow... menacing... creating a lot of tension of what would happen when the unfriendly woman and the doberman finally arrive.
Eventually she arrives, and anchoring herself in a position that in this small circle of people, she would be in opposites sides of the circle with Ellie, but face to face. This was intended, so Milo could keep his intimidated demeanor creating pressure on the prey, without being obvious, once the dog was, in the point of view of others, simply looking forward, not specifically to anybody.
In her face, Sascha didn't showed any sympathy, what besides being intended, was her normal countenance, almost all the time. The cavalier hat and its shadow suggestively covered a small part of her face, creating a aura of mystery, and she was open carrying a rifle and a pistol, presenting herself strongly as being "the answer". Her hand reach for the poster in the board and pull it out, without abandoning her position, with the confidence that after having her for the job, Sal wouldn't need anybody else and therefore, no reason to have a poster on the board.
"So, you are Captain Faerth. And you need to get ride of a ghost.", said, eyes down on the paper, and then to the Captain, without moving the head. "I can assure you that if any ghosts, displeasant or unholy creatures are on your ship, this will be dealt with.", she continued as in between two slow blinks, her eye discretely went on Ellie and back to Sal. "For a matter of fact, its common knowledge that dogs and other animals can see ghosts. And nobody can afford having to deal with ghosts and things from the beyond life, when there is so much to do and achieve in this life here.", finally stated, handing over the poster, having the privilege of the information that the Captain more than anyone want this ended and go back to her business.
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Post by rosallora on Aug 16, 2020 16:17:56 GMT -8
[Captain Sal Faerth]
She looks between the gathered members, nodding her head slightly. "I have some spices from the East to give for it, paper says so. And a small sum..." she looks over the waifish woman and the wee thing that was the supposed exorcist. She looks favoringly towards the woman with the hound - it was true, animals did have something uncanny about them that helped them in such situations. Or at least, that was what wives' tales always said. She hums.
"If you want to take on the job then you understand the risks. Which are none," she sighs, nearly deflating at the statement. "I'm sure that it might be some rats or some unfortunate creaking. It's wonderful you think yourselves experts with ghosts, but there's not going to be anything of the kind aboard the Ursa. No unwelcome visitors, if you get what I mean." She crosses her arms.
"But... come Friday. I'll take my crew ashore and you'll have the Ursa to yourselves. We'll stay at the Inn, Lord knows the man in charge will be charging me more than I'll be wanting to give, but that's the price you pay for picky sailors. Damned demons, the lot of them..." she devolves into muttering, then seems to realize she's in the company of others. "Friday. Six're so... before sundown."
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Post by brazilianguy on Aug 17, 2020 7:34:12 GMT -8
/ Sascha Holzmann and Milo /After getting the job and the info needed, Sascha simply nodded to the Captian and gave a last look in each one of them. Without further words, she was out, never looking back.
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Post by EloHim on Aug 25, 2020 17:59:44 GMT -8
[Elorit]
The deed was done. Or was it? The surety...it was a decieving feeling.
He heard the wails of Ellie, but didnt stop, and did not return to console her. This was the reality that is Hamlet. The outpour of emotions was inevitable... And Sasha, the one who antagonised her from the start - would do better to console her. He surely wasn't up to such a task. Who was he to them? To her? No one.
He walks to the tavern, his steps a little bit shaky from all the pressure sustained not but ten minutes ago. He opens the door. He has little in terms of desire to enter that den... The place of his first death.
"Captain! Captain Sal!!! It is done."- he screams to the insides of the Tavern, secretly hoping for the entire building to just collapse...
He waits for her to come out.
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Post by rosallora on Aug 29, 2020 9:57:27 GMT -8
[Captain Sal Faerth]
Her response comes in the form of the door opening a few minutes later. The dawn was just starting to peek above the horizon - she looks well rested. "Man at the front said you called for me?" She looks over the figure - he was injured, she could see that much. A wave of concern flows over her, though not exactly for the man. "What exactly...?" she steps forward, making sure the tavern's door was closed behind her before going further, "What did you find?"
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Post by EloHim on Aug 29, 2020 20:06:08 GMT -8
[Elorit]
"Yes. Our job is done."-he answered.
"Some rats that managed to grow so fat on your pantry's food, they could kill a man...A bunch of fishmen, who decided that ship without crew was easy pickings..."- he recollected without any emotion.- "And your previous captain. With lungs full of brine and an anchor bound to his leg." - he gives Sal some time to digest the information. Not every day someone tells you that the man you and your crew sent to the depths managed to crawl back out...even if only in spirit.
"He occupied his...well, your quarters, naturally. And was not keen on getting out, especially with an "Abomination" on "his ship", whatever that meant. We had to repeat the execution in order to get rid of him properly...well, as properly as we could."
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Post by rosallora on Aug 30, 2020 8:34:16 GMT -8
[Captain Sal Faerth]
"I... see." She takes his information in slow pieces, though her stride is long and quick. If something was happening at the Ursa, she wanted to be there immediately. The captain... the former captain. Yes, and with... it made sense, enough.
"And what of the others?"
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