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Fluttershy
15-10-10, 17:55
"Alright guys! Start it up!" a lone man yelled from a small outcropping. The wind whipping his long coat back threatening to carry him down the hill side. The man did not care tho, for his life long dream seems to finally have come to fruition. He gazed happily down at his project appreciating how the fading violet sun's light glinted off the thirteen metal propellers sticking up into the growing night. And how the growing noise from the Airship's newest engine steadily increased in pitch to create a perfect symphony to go along with his greatest invention, an almost theme song if you will.
"Boss! All systems seem normal! The Engine is stabilizing!" Someone yelled from a window on the prow of the ship.
"Excellent!" The man replied, putting his small goggles on and sliding down the side of the mountain behind him. Whipping up dust in his wake. "Now, start up the collector! It SHOULD work this time! But stand back just to be careful! Remember what happened to Larry!" The man yelled to his compatriot upon reaching the bottom of the hill. He then started heading towards his masterpiece, eager to board it.
"Aye aye, Captain Raifel!" The man in the window responded. Soon afterward, a low humming joined the din of the engine. "It's working Captain! The crystals are forming! YOU DID IT!" The man told his captain.
"That's not quite true, Alex, WE did it. All of us. Now, why don't we go for a test drive and pass out the fliers? For tonight, the Devil takes flight!"
Several days later. News and rumors were buzzing. Some people thought it was a hoax, some thought it was just an error, but no matter what people thought one thing was undeniable. The flier was real.
Come one, come all! Come fly with The Winged Devil!
The world's first flying Tavern! Or if your out on a long trip come and stop by for a rest! The Winged Devil can also accommodate those in need of a good rest.(Max of 12 rooms available)
And for those who are dangerously low on fuel or just want to pick up some extra crystals have no fear! With The Winged Devil's unique Arcane Generator we can actually make the crystals you need to continue your journey!
Whether you're just in the neighborhood or wish to check it out yourself. The Winged Devil's doors are always open. Just look to the skies!
The lone man smiled as he looked at his flier one last time before he flipped the sign on the main entrance to, OPEN.
OOC: Well, here it is boys and girls. The beginning of the RP. You can come in via Airship for now since that's the only way on there. Tho it could even be an AirRowboat(HAH!). The WD will eventually make stops so if your char doesn't have a means of travel they can get on there. Now, for those of you who I've already approved jump right in. For those I haven't approved yet, just give me a little bit. Been busy lately. I'll get to it later today at the latest. Enjoy the RP.
MonoEyeGuy
16-10-10, 02:05
The airship came to a halt and Duke stepped off, his crimson wings stretching out behind him for the first time in hours. Despite being quick and affordable, airship travel was not always comfortable, especially for him.
He had come to The Winged Devil for one reason and one reason alone. To make money, of course! Not only was Duke involved in mercenary work, but he was constantly trying to sell anything to anyone, including spellbooks to mages, swords to knights, crossbows to archers, all that sort of thing. Also, he'd tried to become the first person to travel into space, a story for much later.
Not only had he packed a full set of clothes, but also various wares to try and sell to the other tenants, for there would doubtlessly be SOMEONE who would buy from him. His smug expression as he surveyed the tavern clearly showed the world his desire to make money by any means necessary. Well, almost any. That's another incident that would need further explanation.
Karnstantine
17-10-10, 18:29
"CAP'N! Thar's somethin' on the horizon!" Captain Rigger pulled the goggles around his neck up over his eyes, and started flicking small some small switches and flipping over some lenses. He then pulled them back down, leaving some red rings on his face. "I'll be damned. That's that Winged Devil we heard 'bout from the Templers, ain't it?" "Aye, do believe 'tis, Cap'n." "Well then. LADS! MAKE READY T'LAND! GET YER HEADS OUT THE CLOUDS AND GET THE GEAR READY!" There was a chorus of ayes out from the men on deck, and the ship veered towards the flying structure. It was a fairly ominous looking ship, with offshoots of its magi-boilers spitting smoke along the sides of the hull, making it look as though it were constantly being followed by a dark cloud. The ship was wood with jagged metal plates on the bow and along the keel, and it had the obvious tanks on its aspects and an enclosed wheelhouse. And unlike most pirate vessels, this ship had heavy cannons on the deck as well as below. "Close the clouders, route 'em through the main stacks!" And thus, when it reached where it could prepare to land, the smoke pouring out of the hull ceased, and the exhaust from the stacks doubled. Plates along the lower sections of the hull lifted, and large, hook-like legs descended, providing landing gear. It promptly sat down, surprisingly lightly, in the bay of the Winged Devil. Rope ladders and a long, wide gangplank emerged from the side of the ship. The men scrabbling down the ladders were wearing all manner of clothing associated with veteran skyfarers, and surprisingly well maintained. Among them was a smattering of mechanical hands, arms, legs, eyes, what have you, indicators of having been in many bloody battles. And down the gangplank clanked Captain Rigger, with his metal hand resting on one of his sabers. "WHERE'S THE BARWENCH? WE'RE WANTIN' TO BE SEATED!"
"We're there, sir," the driver said. The ship landed. It was a fairly small, but very luxurious ship. Kindron usually rode around in style. Kindron wanted to see this place. Kindron had just finished another adventure with the Sky Pirates. He had heard about this place on his way back. He thought it would be a good place to relax.
"Thank you, John. I'll bring you back something good, maybe some wine you can drink on the way home," Kindron replied. Kindron was joking about the wine thing. Kindron lifted his head and got up. He walked out of the ship onto the deck. As he did, he watched his driver take off. This would definitely be a dangerous place, and Kindron didn't want to have to watch over him. Kindron could see one ship on the deck, the one that he parked next to. It was big, and had a lot of cannons. Kindron looked at all the cannons.
Can anyone say "overkill"?, Kindron thought as he walked towards the bar. Kindron hoped there was a shop here, because he needed a new sword. He had two swords on his waist, but the one on the left was broken. He sheathed both pieces so it wouldn't look that way though.
Kindron saw a pirate that was holding on to one of his sabers. He seemed to spout some nonsense about being seated. Kindron looked at him and walked to the bar.
Fluttershy
18-10-10, 21:57
A young woman around 20 years of age with dark pink hair walks up and punches the man who just called her a "Wench" in the gut.
What did you just call me?
As the young man walked up to the bar, Jace popped out from behind it with a bottle of Gin in his hand. Setting it on the table he proceded to shake the newcomer's hand.
Hi! My name is Jace Raifel. Owner of The Winged Devil, what can I do ya for?
MonoEyeGuy
18-10-10, 23:39
"Nice place, nice place indeed..."
Duke helped himself to a seat at the bar, almost ready to get his mojo on and try to woo the young woman he just saw when she punched some pirate guy in the stomach.
"Ouch, she's a spunky one."
Then a barkeep came out, the kind of guy Duke ALWAYS loved to see. Bartenders not only were good at what they did, but also good sources of info. Duke knew this all too well. Many of his more successful business dealings came from listening to bartenders talk about what was new and popular in town, leaving Duke to find some way to sell a better more profitable version of it and get rich quick.
"Hey barkeep, what is this place anyway? I bought a ticket on a whim and I wanna know if this was a waste of my time and money or not."
Thankfully for everyone else there, Duke was patient enough to not cause a scene to try and get answers right away.
As Kindron sat down at the bar, he looked back as a young women punched the pirate, who was asking for a "wrench" to seat him, in the stomach. Kindron started laughing at the whole thing. He couldn't get a word out. He took off his sunglasses and wiped the tears out of his eyes. Kindron always finds the humor in everything. People often wonder why he laughs at things that most people wouldn't laugh at.
Elzio Lanza
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Sitting in a chair in the corner of the tavern, nose in a book, Elzio is distracted by the commotion at the bar. He looks up and sees a swift punch being delivered to a newcomer to the bar. Clever girl, he mused to himself. Punching some guy with a mysterious background you know nothing about... He shrugs and returns his attention to his book, when he hears the welcoming cry of the barkeep.
"Oi could use a drink," he murmurs. Putting his book down, he slowly paces towards the bar, and addresses the barkeep. "Two, my good friend, one for me, and one for the rose-tint haired one down the way."
OOC: I'll be recording/hosting tindeck mp3s of my posts for maximum nerdage and so you can get a taste of Elzio's (vaguely Australian?) accent.
Karnstantine
21-10-10, 02:28
Captain Rigger clenched after he received his newly-punched gut with a "Huuuurrrghk..." He then coughed a few times. He wore a breastplate, but that didn't stop it's edge from sticking into his stomach. After wheezing a few times, he said "Sorry about tha'. I keep forgettin' me manners with the citzinry. Been an airman for 10 long years, lassie, some things stick..." He then pulled a piece of parchment from the leather satchel on his side, though it sounded decidedly like he was shuffling through scrap metal while doing so. He unfolded it and handed it to the waitress. "I think ye'll find me papers satisfactry." And she should have. The parchment had a Knights' wax seal and was signed by a representative of their order.
Fluttershy
22-10-10, 20:25
"Hmm. What's this?" The woman asked absentmindedly. Looking over it she discovered it was a formal paper saying the Knights of the Ivory Sky have indeed promised not to stir up trouble whilst at this establishment. "Ah. I see. Good. We we're worried they might start storming in and arresting our paying customers. I'll show this to the owner later. Now, speaking of customers, who the hell are you? You don't look like a Templar?"
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"Heh, I wouldn't try hitting on her if I was you. I've known her for quite some time. She's liable to take your head off. Trust me. I was lucky to come out alive the first time I met her. But if you want to try your luck be my guest. Just don't say I didn't warn you." The barkeep said as he put two bottles of his best pale down. "That'll be five Silver." With that he turned to the other man who asked about his establishment. "Well, this is The Winged Devil. Didn't you read the flier I passed out everywhere? As for worth your while, it's a FLYING TAVERN. Where the hell else can you find a place like this?"
MonoEyeGuy
22-10-10, 23:17
"You got a good point, there."
Duke knew his next step was to scope out the crowd. A good salesman doesn't make a cent unless the audience for his wares is receptive, something very important to anyone trying to make money. So far his audience was a woman, a barkeep, a man with an odd accent, and a pirate. Not the best group to try and hock his wares to, but he'd sold things to more unlikely crowds.
He hunted about for somewhere he could set up and sell things, before realizing that he was going to be LIVING THERE, and thus the whole tavern was his shop!
"If anyone needs anything, I can sell you anything! Trust me!" He pulled out a smallish nondescript brown bag and soon swords, armor, and medicines were coming out of its top.
"If you can fit it in a magical holding bag, I probably have it! Come one and come all, to Duke Redwing's Traveling Bazaar! Where your shopping dreams come true!"
"If you can fit it in a magical holding bag, I probably have it! Come one and come all, to Duke Redwing's Traveling Bazaar! Where your shopping dreams come true!"
Kindron's attention was caught by a guy with a brown bag. Maybe he could find some things he needed there. He had brought a good amount of money with him. He got up and walked to him. Kindron pulled the hood on his cloak down, and left his sunglasses on. Kindron smiled.
"That's convenience for you. I need to do some shopping," Kindron said cheerfully as he was standing in front of the mysterious salesman. He pull his sword from his waist on his left side and set it on the table nearby. He pulled the broken part of the sword out. He set it down so that he wouldn't scare anyone. He lifted the sheathe and the other part of the blade fell into his hand.
The blade was made out of a highly valuable material. Not only is it fairly strong, but it is highly conductive. Most people that see this would know that Kindron paid a great amount of it. Most swords of this high quality are rarely used because it costs so much to repair, if it can be repaired at all.
"I need a new sword. One of the same material and size as this, and another of the same material, but bigger and with a sheathe I can put on my back," Kindron said cheerfully. "Had a run-in with some very unfriendly people. And all I wanted was the time of day."
MonoEyeGuy
23-10-10, 18:58
Open just a few minutes and Duke already had interest.
"Well let me take a look at this blade of yours. I can't find what I don't know, you know?"
He took the pieces of the blade and looked over it. Sure enough, it certainly wasn't able to be fixed, but he did in fact recognize the metal it had been made from.
"Ah, I see! I do happen to have what you're searching for, for a young man who travels and sells always grabs something unique from every place he goes!"
Into the bag his hand went. After a few minutes of intense rummaging, he grabbed onto the hilt of a sword. Unfortunately, it was the wrong one. This process continued for about half an hour until Duke FINALLY pulled out the right sword.
"Here we go! This is a perfect match for what you want. If you give me the broken sword, I'll knock 30 percent off the price and it will only be 4000 gold."
The first day, and already a successful sale. Duke could get used to this.
(OOC: Monoeyeguy, you do know he wanted two swords right? one about the size of a katana to replace the broken one, and a bigger size one he could put on his back.)
Kindron pulled a chair while the salesman went through his bag. After awhile, he pulled out a sword about the size of the broken one.
"Here we go! This is a perfect match for what you want. If you give me the broken sword, I'll knock 30 percent off the price and it will only be 4000 gold."
Kindron grabbed the sword and held it up. He was holding the hilt in his left hand, and brought his right hand to the blade. Kindron prepared a small spell.
"Zaker," Kindron muttered as a small bit of electricity came from his hand and charged the blade. He didn't put much energy into it, so it was only a small bit of lightning that came out. Kindron watched it shine for a minute and put it in the sheathe. The blade conducted electricity better than his original one. If this went well, this guy could give him just about all he would need. Kindron pulled out a little over 5000 gold from inside his cloak and gave it to the salesman. Kindron looked at the salesman and smiled.
"You can have the old sword, but since this is better quality, I think I'll give you 4500 for it. I'd feel bad if I shorted you. Now, we just need a bigger sword, and maybe a few other things." Kindron smiled, "While you do that, I'm going to get a drink. Would you like something?"
MonoEyeGuy
23-10-10, 19:39
Duke was so busy looking he forgot the big sword.
"Alright, let me find the other one and I'll charge you for both at the same time."
He went back into the bag, which was now minus one sword. Still, it took him even longer to find the large sword, for it was one of only a few of that size he happened to have and so it took quite a long time to grab onto.
Still, he persevered, and soon a large sword in a scabbard came from the bag, exactly what Kindron had wanted.
"Here we go. Since this one's bigger, it's going to be 6500 gold." He held out the sword to Kindron and placed the remains of his old one into the bag. Rare metal was always valuable, and he had made many a penny by taking broken swords and melting them down.
"So your total is 11,000 gold. Are you sure you can pay that? And yes, I would like a drink."
Another airship soon arrives at tavern. A sturdy ship, but clearly older and not built for speed at all. And clearly marked as a templar ship. Only two leave the ship. One an average sized female, headed straight into the tavern before stopping. The other is more remarkable, as it was best described as a large steam mechaniod. It, or more truthfully, she, was rather careful stepping off the gangplank, as if she was either unsure about whether the floor would hold her or really wanted to avoid damaging the floor. Once firmly off the gangplank however, she increased her speed although still cautiously.
That same caution was should by the human upon entering the actual tavern proper.
This is an odd group Luralai thought to herself. The apparent merchant was of particular note, she'd have to take a closer look at him later. If he proved shady, it was in her interest to know just what dealings he had. If trustworthly, he might be quite helpful. Time would tell.
Kindron looked at the barkeep. "Two of your finest drinks." Kindron picked up the big sword. He pulled it out of the sheathe and held it with his left hand. It took some effort, but he was able to hold it, and muttered his spell again as he held his right hand to the blade.
"Zaker." A bit more lightning came out than last time, and Kindron watched the blade shine before putting it in the sheathe. That sword was a bit heavier than what he was used to. Kindron set it on the table.
"Very nice. There is one last thing that I am looking for," Kindron said as he reached into his cloak. He pulled out a red spellbook that held his lightning spells. These types of books can usually only be read by experienced spell casters. "I'm looking for a blue book with ice spells with the same letters as this one." Kindron put it back in his cloak pocket. He had a special pocket in his cloak for the book. He really didn't need it, but he wanted a reference to show the salesman. Kindron pulled out a large amount of gold, roughly about 20,000. "I can definitely pay well for everything." In truth, this was mostly pocket change to Kindron. He had quite a bit of money, and this wasn't even much to him. Something that comes with being the head of the second leading producer of technology.
Karnstantine
24-10-10, 04:11
Captain Rigger pulled his hat off and bowed to the waitress. "Cap'n Mael Heinrick, at yer service, lassy. The lads call me "Rigger". And I work ferr the Royals out a' Cealia." His crewmen had already settled into various corners of the bar, some playing dice games, others proceeding with alcoholic merriment, and a couple had left to shave. "Now, ah... Ye wouldna mind showin' an ol' airman to the bar, would ye, lass? Eh... I'll find meself a seat. Get me a brandy though, would ye?" Rigger proceeded to clank past the waitress down his gangplank, and towards the two fellows who were bartering over some junk that one lad had in his bag. He sat down at the bar near them, and watched their exchange slightly confused. Though... Ah, there was somebody from the Knights here now. He wondered if she'd know who he was. Though what followed it... Rigger said breathlessly, though likely audible enough that the two bartering between themselves would have heard: "What in the name o' the gods...?"
MonoEyeGuy
24-10-10, 04:24
"So ya need a book of ice spells, eh? Interesting purchase, I mostly sell weapons, armor, and medicine so I don't have much in the way of magic stuff...I don't use much magic myself and I don't deal with mages often, but I'll see just what I can get for you. Let me dig into my bag and see what I'll find..."
Into the bag he went again, a small pile of various trash piling up next to him as he sorted through. The less of something there was, the harder it was to find, and taking out the trash, quite literally, made it easier to find things that were actually worth trying to sell.
He had almost given up hope of finding that damned book when his fingers brushed against what was unmistakably a book binding. With a little more feeling around, Duke had it firmly gripped in his hand and fortunately for him it was the right book.
"You got lucky, this is the last spell book I've got. Alright, now with both swords and the book, your total comes out to 16,000 gold. Thank you for shopping with Duke Redwing, and have a nice day."
He took the drink he had rightfully earned and got a well-deserved gulp of the cold refreshing beverage.
"I'll have to hold off sales for a minute, I need somewhere to put all this trash..."
Kindron heard the pirate mutter something in surprise. He looked and he saw a templar. He had seen templars before, but usually just ignores them. Looking at templars has a way of drawing unwanted attention. Kindron went back to his stuff.
Kindron put the smaller sword on his waist, and the bigger sword on his back. He didn't expect to actually get the spellbook... He grabbed the spellbook and looked it over. He held the book in his right hand and put his right index finger over the drink.
"Freezoto," Kindron muttered. A small frost came from his hand and froze the drink. Kindron checked the glass. Glass wasn't frozen, but the drink was. Kindron released the spell and the drink went back to liquid form. He put the spellbook with his red book, and got up. He grabbed the drink and started walking. He stopped next to the salesman with one last thing to say.
"If you get any good rare items, I'll be happy to buy them. I am a collector of sorts, and enjoy stuff. I'll be here for a few days," Kindron said cheerfully. Kindron stopped smiling and got serious. "One last thing. If you hear any rumors about another guy that can use lightning spells, let me know. I am looking for a black-haired guy like me. Unlike me, he doesn't say the spell before he uses it. I'll pay you quite well if something turns up."
Kindron started smiling again and walked towards the woman that punched the pirate earlier. Kindron knew it was a bad idea, but it never stopped him before.
"Hi there. I saw what you did earlier. I like strong girls," Kindron said cheerfully.
MonoEyeGuy
24-10-10, 15:30
"Black hair, lightning spells. Got it."
He pocketed the results of his first sale and got rid of all that trash, most of it being empty bottles of healing potions and other drinks, and lots of scraps of paper, mostly doodles of ideas that never went through, old receipts, and food wrappers.
"I really need to clean out the bag more often..."
With the trash gotten rid of and his sales complete for the time being, Duke was back at the bar. He still had more questions for Mr. Bartender here.
"Hey, barkeep, do you know if there's somewhere a guy can train on this ship? My magic skills are a little rusty, and I'd rather not cause a ruckus in the main area. Scandals hurt business, ya know?"
Of course, Duke was no mere salesman, for salesmen don't usually have offensive magic and a sword. He had also dabbled in mercenary work from time to time, because sometimes it was more profitable than just selling things. Plus, it allowed him to get out all his frustrations by beating his targets to a bloody pulp with his magically-charged fists, a rush unmatchable. Of course, he didn't think he'd find mercenary work here, but it wouldn't hurt to keep those combat skills fresh...
Fluttershy
24-10-10, 15:54
"And I like it when random people don't try and hit on me." In a sleight of hand the sword that Kindron had at his belt was unsheathed in Aria's hands and now the point was at his throat. "You following what I'm saying?" Just then she heard a sharp whistle coming from the Bar.
"Yo, Aria, stop intimidating my customer's and take the Brandy to the old guy already!"
"Yea yea." With that she handed the guy his blade back and proceded to bring the old captain his brandy.
Kindron put his blade back in his sheathe. If he had really wanted to, he could have shot her across the bar, but that would have been something that probably would have gotten him into a lot of trouble, especially with a templar here. He went back to the bar and sat down.
"She's got a lot of spirit. I like that," Kindron said. "Another drink please."
Elzio Lanza
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Sitting at the bar, Elzio takes in all the happenings around him, without saying a word. As he sees the Templar airship dock, he watches as a knight steps off of it and into the tavern proper. He slaps a coin down on the bar, muttering "Thanks for the drinks, keep."
He strolls casually over to the Templar, shuffling past the "barwench" now holding a sword at another customer's throat. A fun time, I'd reckon... he thinks.
As he arrives next to the Templar [Luralai], he introduces himself. "Hello, the name is Elzio. Elzio Lanza. I'm a teacher for the Templars, perhaps you've heard of me? I'd like to ask you a few questions about the Sky Pirate situation, if you don't mind." For a moment, he stumbles. I need this information for myself, but I can't just say that... I need a good excuse. Sure enough, he thinks for a second and blurts out, "It, uh, is always helpful for my students to know about the current situations, you know. So any information is appreciated!"
A small, quite worn down airship flew in towards the Winged Devil. It was rare to see such a contraption; though the main ship was not very new and well built, then steam engines it used were far better than a standard airship's. The small craft flew in at amazing speeds towards the flying Tavern, and came to an abrupt stop. Deep crimson hair poked out of the ship, with the body following closely.
"Well, isn't this a nice place?"
Quick notice was taken of the Templar ship parked beside his. A look of concern was on Lito's face, but was quickly concealed. He stepped into the main Pub area, and quickly took note of everyone in the room. His right eye moved in a quick, robotic fashion.
Lito moved towars the bar, striding.
"One glass of chocolate milk, if you kindly would."
Lito never did like the alcohol. Everything about it turned him off. The smell, the taste, the effects, and most of all, the hangovers. He once again took notice of those in the room. Now that he were to be staying here for an unplanned amount of time, he assumed it was only necessary to know those around him. He took notice of the Templar woman and the... thing accompanying her. Something was off with the woman.
Regardless, without taking too much attention off the Templars, he introduced himself to the man who seemed to be making bargains with the other people here.
"The name is Lito; and you are?"
As Elzio speaks, Luralai's look of caution fades to one of a more gentle nature.
"I am Luralai Emily Gravefist. Please feel free to ask, but first we'd better find a better place to discuss this."
She motions to a nearby unoccupied table. Elzio's pause and blurt had her slightly curious as to his intentions, but there was no harm in hearing him out.
And she did have another set of eyes...
The seeming Mechaniod eventually settles itself at a table of her own, one rather out of the way. She had wanted a corner, as to best view the rest of the tavern while still remaining unobtrusive. Now was not the time to appear forceful, and a large armored one such as herself would seem that way just by being there. Her current location would have to do for now.
Elzio Lanza
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"Of course," Elzio begins, "I can understand that this might be a..." He searches for the right word. "...touchy subject, I suppose? At any rate, let's take a seat."
He walks over to the table Luralai gestured to, and takes a seat. He pulls out a notepad to take notes, and a pencil. "Can I get you a drink or anything? You must want to relax after all the hard work you Templars do, yes?"
MonoEyeGuy
27-10-10, 02:18
Duke was quite surprised to hear an unfamiliar voice suddenly just talk to him, he'd thought all his housemates (tavernmates?) were already here. Of course, he avoided the rookie mistake of talking to new potential customers as if he knew exactly what they wanted and wanted to sell it to them immediately. He'd seen many a man lose out on a day's profits from being too forward with their selling style.
"I'm Duke Redwing, Jack of all trades, and master of...most of them. Unless someone else comes along with a better stock than I have, I suppose I'm the general merchant of this flying tavern." He said those last few words with a certain bitter edge, almost as if he was angry he hadn't come up with such a thing first.
"Also, if you need someone to spar with, I'm a good candidate. Let's just say I have some battle experience." He didn't want to go into his mercenary career, there was a Templar RIGHT THERE and he'd rather not end up arrested during what he saw as a vacation.
"One last bit of advice from not-so-old Duke here. Don't hit on the girl behind the bar!" He said this with a hearty, only slightly drunken laugh.
"One last bit of advice from not-so-old Duke here. Don't hit on the girl behind the bar!" The merchant said.
Kindron looked over and smiled at the merchant and the new customer.
"Unless you want to possibly loose a limb. We could save a ton of money on amputations," Kindron said jokingly. He wasn't about to give up trying just yet. Kindron looked at the man behind the bar. Kindron looked around and made sure she wasn't close by.
"Speaking of which, is she single?" Kindron asked the bartender.
"I was actually refering to the fact we were in the way of people trying to enter, but yes this can be a touchy subject." She sits across from Elzio, wondering just why he was being so cautious about this. A lot of the information on the subject she could give quite freely, since the situation was quite open. Of course there's a few countermeasures she couldn't discuss with out actually knowing if he was allowed to hear it, but why would he be asking about those? Slight curiousity aside, she might as well take him up on his offer.
"You may, just something inexpensive and not too strong"
Interesting. Quite a few ships seemed to have been attracted but a flying bar. This information would be recorded by Zred's eyes as she watched the ship from a distance. She was about to pass on inspecting the vessel, but then a Templar's ship docked. Now it could be more interesting. Had anyone been watching, they'd see Zred upside down in the air, with no sign of a ship supporting her in sight. They'd miss her exit if they so much as blinked, too.
Zred sat quietly in the corner of the room, inspecting the occupants around her. She could say with definite certainty that no one had seen her enter, since she had not used the regular door most would. Her gaze would shift upwards to see those present; no sign of Templars. That was disappointing. She made her first announcement a few moments later, directed at the bartender. While her arrival was silent, there would be those, prominently pirates, capable of recognizing her. She had worked with them before, and last she checked the Templars were upset with some of her actions. Oh well.
"Gin and tonic."
Kindron heard the new voice of a young woman. He looked and saw someone he hadn't seen enter. Kindron thought for a minute. He looked around for other entrances. He saw no other doors than he had already seen. He had been paying attention to people who were coming in, but he completely missed this person.
How could I have not noticed someone walk in?! Kindron thought. He was starting to panic, and it wouldn't be long before he stopped thinking clearly. Maybe he just needed some fresh air. Kindron put his hood back up. The last thing he wanted was someone to recognize him, since few people know about his connection to the Sky Pirates. He finished his drink and walked out onto the deck. He put the sword on his back on the ground and looked over the edge of the platform for a few minutes.
Karnstantine
05-11-10, 01:00
After his outburst that few people took notice of, Rigger sighed and returned to his drink, muttering about "Them blind idyits...", and in general just tuning them out behind the dull hum of his pack. He noticed, however, some younger fellow on the bar who seemed to be unsure about how to act in regards to the Knight who had walked in. When the younger fellow left, Rigger's curiosity was piqued. He pulled some money and, accidentally, an odd magi-widget that seemed to be an odd combination of gyroscope and light that floated a few inches off of the table and glowed. Rigger walked out to the skydecks, and towards the younger fellow who seemed to be staring off the deck in a way he misconstrued as contemplative. He walked up as quietly and nonthreateningly as he could with the mechanical noise of his pack and the metallic thud of his fake leg, and said: "Ye ain't thinkin' a'... jumpin', are ye?"
"The girl behind the bar, eh? Dark pink hair... Pfah, women these days. Though, I'm not one to talk, with a hair color such as mine!"
Lito chuckled to himself, and then considered Duke's offer. A fight... He hadn't fought in several months. It might be necessary for Lito to fight in the near future, but he didn't particularly feel as though he needed a sparring match. He shook his head at Duke.
"Thank you for the offer, though."
He then turned his attention to the barwench. After Duke's comment, he was interested in her, to say the least. What would cause him to discourage Lito from having a nice discussion with the woman? He walked towards the pink-haired woman.
"Hey, baby."
He purposefully tried to enrage her, to see her response.
Kindron heard the pirate before he got close. Kindron must have gotten a little distracted staring into space.
"Ye ain't thinkin' a'... jumpin', are ye?"
Kindron looked back and smiled. "No... It's too big a fall for me. I kinda like living." He stepped away from the edge and put the sword he set down on his back again. "I do appreciate the concern though. I just needed to clear my head a bit." Kindron looked at the pirate. Kindron was able to tell in seconds where to hit him with his attacks if the pirate attacked him. Kindron didn't think he was going to attack, but it was a habit Kindron got into so he wouldn't be caught off guard. Kindron waited for a response. He figured the pirate came out here for a reason.
MonoEyeGuy
05-11-10, 20:21
"Aren't up for it, eh? I understand."
Duke then noticed someone new who had just recently shown up. She gave him some odd vibes...In fact, she reminded him of some of the mercs he'd worked with, but most of them were either dead or very far away, so he knew it wasn't someone he'd met before. What he did know is that she was likely in the same boat as him if a Templar showed up.
"So, what brings to this crazy flying tavern? Fortune? A unique lodging experience? Becoming king of the skies?"
He knew what HE wanted (to make money), but the desires of his traveling companions were far murkier than his own...
♥♦♣♠Fenril♠♣♦♥
06-11-10, 16:24
Just a short ways below the ship's railing, for whatever reason, was a girl. Clinging to the hull of the ship, just a few feet away from her goal. She swung her crowbar-poker upwards and it lodged itself neatly into the wood, inches below the deck floor. Hauling herself upward, she faltered for a moment thinking she heard a voice just nearby, but with her pick rapidly losing it's grip, she made a grab for the rail. Unhooking her crowbar-poker while she was still in a position with leverage, the girl swung it up over the railing, letting it clatter a short ways away. She then proceeded to hoist her own self over the rail, an affair which could be described as anything but 'elegant'.
She landed in a heap, rolling over onto her back and groaning for a moment before jumping to her feet. So! This was the Winged Devil? How exciting! She cast her eyes around for a moment, briefly casting over two men standing near the railing. An older man with grizzled hair and beard, and a younger man in a black coat. She didn't pay much attention to them, having spotted her crowbar-poker iron bar thingy. Man, she needed a better name for that thing. Like, fire-poker... crowbar... thing. Iron fire crow. Poker bar? Crow poker.
...yeah. Crow poker. Totally.
Fluttershy
06-11-10, 16:50
"Hey, baby." Was the last thing that she heard before she snapped and grabbed the man by the neck.
"Say that again, and you DIE." and with that she stalked off to continue her duties.
As Jace finished getting a Gin and Tonic ready he looked over his bar with pride. Then in order to be ready for more customers he turned to leave and get some shut eye.
OOC: Yea, sorry for not responding to this much. Been REALLY busy lately. I'll try and update it more but please understand if I can't. Karn's in charge of keeping things orderly while I'm gone. K Karn? :D
Kairos had just stepped onto the deck when he noticed the woman, for lack of a more humorously fitting word, flail onto the deck of the ship. He considered helping her or checking if she was alright before he stopped caring completely.
Besides he'd rather not start with a "nice guy" reputation anyway, people might actually expect something of him then.
He continued onward to the bar and was instantly greeted to commotion, one woman was strangling a red-haired young man, screaming about "Not to call her that" or something."Tch. Bitches." he mumbled, as he continued to scan out the bar.
Mostly unknowns, noticed a group of well kept men who must've been Rigger's men, whom he had noticed on the deck earlier. He notices a woman in uniform talking to a man at a table in the far corner of the bar, instantly recognizing her as a templar. "Shit, they're here?"
Kairos really wasn't sided with the Templars or Sy Pirates, being seller of wares, he received many customers from both sides. Though, for his...shadier business, he rather they'd not poke around.
Kairos sighed and took a seat at a bar. "Somethin' nonalcoholic, please. Like ginger-ale, if you have it." He ordered in a kindly tone, placing his bag next to his seat. "I'd also like to have a word with the captain, if at all possible.
Zred had apparently drawn in attention, though minor, by ordering her drink. That seemed inevitable, so at the very least few took notice to her arrival, which was good. Raising one hand to eye level, her drink was now firmly gripped and money was on the bar's countertop. By tr time her arm was pit down the glass was empty and Zred had not even put it to her what could be called her mouth. She adjusted her gaze slightly on the merchant.
"Whatever it is you'd like to sell to me, I can get myself for less. Fortune is useless, I'm here out of boredom. Now run along you overpriced scam-artist."
MonoEyeGuy
07-11-10, 12:11
"Ouch, people usually call me an overpriced scam artist AFTER they buy something!"
He had to laugh at that. Duke was no scam artist, he always kept an endless log of prices on particular items and made sure that when he sold them, they were close to the average price of said item elsewhere. It made for good business everywhere he went, for people knew that the traveling merchant wouldn't charge them any more than the local merchant AND had a better stock.
However, shooting the breeze with...whoever that was didn't seem vital at the moment, for there was someone else who had entered. Judging by his outfit and his belongings, Duke took him to be another shopkeeper.
"Sigh...competition already? I won't make any money any more!"
Of course, there was always the slim chance that this person didn't come here to make some money on the side...But Duke knew better than to rely on mere slim chances.
"Well, unless he can beat my stock, I'm just fine." He chose a seat away from the bar now, trying to escape the crowding round it.
Kindron looked at the pirate and noticed a woman climb over the railing. Kindron walked over beside her while she was looking for a poker-looking thing. Kindron looked over the side of rail downward. Nothing in site. Kindron couldn't see the siding to see if there were marks in the ship, but it appeared she climbed... Kindron was kind of surprised. Kindron looked at the girl and hesitated for a minute.
"Exactly HOW far did you climb?"
♥♦♣♠Fenril♠♣♦♥
08-11-10, 12:32
She stared at him for a moment, squinting ever so slightly in annoyance, before replying, "Far enough."
Cripes almighty! What are the odds someone would spot her? Well... she didn't actually know the odds. Maybe it was the other way 'round and she was bound to have been spotted. Getting further annoyed by this idea, she went after her poker, meandering a few steps this way and that, seemingly a little off balance. You'd think she'd be used to the whole up-in-the-air thing, but nooo! Everything had to adjust each time. Curse you vestibular system! Curse you!!
If anything, getting worked up about this somehow made her ability to walk in a straight line even worse, so she just flopped down on the floor next to where her poker had fallen. Having reclaimed her trusty weapon, she felt much less frustrated, and decided to attempt communicating with the natives. She directed her attention to the heavily armed young man clad in black, "An' what infinitely more logical manner o' showin' up might you 'ave used, if I c'n ask?"
Kindron watched the girl fall over. "An' what infinitely more logical manner o' showin' up might you 'ave used, if I c'n ask?"
Kindron smiled. "I just took a ship like everybody else. Nothing oversized like the ship over there," Kindron said as he pointed at the ship the pirate had arrived in. Kindron noticed the girl was hardly able to get up.
"Would you like some help?" Kindron asked as he extend his hand to assist the girl.
♥♦♣♠Fenril♠♣♦♥
08-11-10, 15:44
"Tch! Eh'ryone took a ship, hurr?" She smiled to herself. Good. That probably meant she was first to the metaphorical kill, and would get the lion's share. She glanced towards the ship the young man directed her attention to, and popped a somewhat surprised smile this time. Holy cow! That was a beautiful ship. Maybe after she'd had her fill of the Winged Devil, if it were still there, she'd 'hitch a lift' with them for a while.
It took her a moment to return her attention on what the young man had just said to her, but he was offering his hand to her, obviously to help her up. She batted his hand away, jumped to her feet, and snapped, "What? Git off! Whadda I look like, a cripple 'r somethin'? Cripes!"
Then she got a head rush. Hurr hurr.
Elzio Lanza
"Hey, barkeep, two drinks this way, please! Nothing too strong!"
Elzio took a moment to consider careful wording for his question, but decided that perhaps following the simpler route would lead to better results.
"I suppose I'm not really looking for any specific information on the Sky Pirates. Just tell me what there is to be told. Any new updates from the front, that sort of thing. I have to keep up to date, so my information is correct, of course." He shrugged, and pulled a notepad out from his pocket. "I'll take some notes, if you don't mind?"
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Elzio felt that someone was watching him, even in this isolated corner of the tavern. But he pushed it aside and awaited Luralai's answer.
OOC: Sorry for not responding for like ever. Shouldn't happen again.
"Okay. But if you haven't been drinking yet, you'll be in trouble later on," Kindron said. Kindron watched the girl jump to her feet.
This place is attracting all kinds of strange people. Kindron noticed she looked like she was about to fall again.
"You sure you don't want a little help?"
Well, this question puts me at quite the disadvantage, Luralai thought to herself. Truth be told, she wasn't really sure of that many of the details of the frontlines. She was a defender, not a pursuer. But she did know something.
"I'm not sure you'd need to take notes really, but go ahead. Honestly, most of my information of the frontlines is outdated. But I can say that the templars believe some pirates may try to stir up trouble here. I mean they decided to uproot me from my former post and sent me here after all."
Opps. She let out a bit more of her irratation towards that strange move than she would have liked. It was likely only barely noticible, but still, she didn't like even hinting at disapproval of a reasonable order.
Lord Wraith
10-11-10, 02:48
The storm thundered all around the Daedalus. Gabe looked back from the helm at the Sky Pirates in pursuit. His mentor, Raphael "Smith" Vulcan, stayed defiantly into the dark clouds ahead. He was not about to let his most prized possession and piece of craftsmanship fall into the hands of bloody Pirates!
"Take 'er into the Dancing Cliffs Lad!" Gabe could just barely hear Vulcan's voice above the roar of thunder. Turning the helm of the great forge ship, Gabe steered her into the route known as the Dancing Cliffs. Accurately named so, for the rock formations stood on top of a fault line. A fault line so unstable, that the cliffs rarely stayed in one place for more than a year, if that.
The hull moaned and creaked under the pressure of the winds, and the demand the two men were putting on the airship. The Daedalus, while well built, was not a ship meant to be taken into pursuit, let alone pursued. She was a floating forge and living quarters for Vulcan and his apprentice. But Vulcan was one of the most skilled weaponsmiths in all of Terraia, and with such a title came the price it carried. Today that price was being pursued by pirates seeking free weapons and the secrets of the forge master.
Lightning lit up the sky, Gabe covered his eyes from the bright blast illuminating what seemed like eternal darkness. Suddenly the ship shuddered with impact only to be echoed by the cracking of timbers. A slight miscalculation on Gabe's part, as a low hanging cliff ripped off a mast as the airship sailed beneath it. Glancing back he smirked in satisfaction as the sky once again lit up as the pirate ship combusted upon impact. Now all he had to do was safely navigate the remainder of the Dancing Cliffs. Vulcan waved his arms from the bow, something was off. A shot rang out, splintering a segment of nearby railing as steel collided with timber. The pirates had launched a skiff. Vulcan took up arms, firing a shot. Gabe hadn't had time to take this in as he moved the ship to port intending to crush the pirates against the nearby wall of granite. Sure this plan worked, but not without damaging the hull, the airship was going down. Panicking, Gabe tried everything he knew to land the ship. The Daedalus hit hard as she plowed her way into the mouth of a rock formation. Sliding to a dead stop, the hull barely able to support itself, let alone sustain flight. Steadying himself, Gabe scanned around for Vulcan. But there was no sign of his fallen mentor. Looking back in the swirling vortex of dark clouds, he fell to his knees in grief. Lightning lit up the sky as the deck suddenly gave way beneath his weight...
Gabriel Apollos woke up to a thud. In the midst of his nightmarish memory flash he had fallen out of bed. The light of a new day shone through the shattered porthole above his bed. It had been nearly three years since the day he crashed the Daedalus inside the Dancing Cliffs. And in nearly three years he had been able to do very little to reconstruct the great ship. Sure Gabe had been able to repair a few things here and there. At least he managed to repair the forge and get it up and running. That helped with fixing the defense mechanism. Not to mention finishing the construction on his own personal aircraft the Helios. One might say, that Gabe had almost begun to call this home. Sure the first time he felt the cliffs shift, he had no idea what to expect. But in the following years he had managed to rig up a system to keep the Daedalus secure and support the cave in case it ever decided to attempt collapsing. However doing all this took time and supplies. Supplies especially which cost money, and in gaining money he needed to give more time to performing work. He sighed at all his excuses for not having the Daedalus back on her "feet". Looking over to his right, he saw his exo-skeleton, just sitting there waiting on him to put it on. Standing there in his undershirt and shorts, he realized it was time to get dressed and get on with the day. Walking over to the skeleton he began to buckle himself in.
After getting dressed and having a small breakfast, Gabriel had moved his way down towards the forge. Taking a stroll by an area where a complete segment of the hull was missing, the young man couldn't help but notice a few pieces of papers which had been blown in by the wind. Most of them fell apart as he tried to pick them up, but one had been spared by the elements.
Come one, come all! Come fly with The Winged Devil!
The world's first flying Tavern! Or if your out on a long trip come and stop by for a rest! The Winged Devil can also accommodate those in need of a good rest.(Max of 12 rooms available)
And for those who are dangerously low on fuel or just want to pick up some extra crystals have no fear! With The Winged Devil's unique Arcane Generator we can actually make the crystals you need to continue your journey!
Whether you're just in the neighborhood or wish to check it out yourself. The Winged Devil's doors are always open. Just look to the skies!
"Well by the gods, a flying tavern. And here I thought the Daedalus was a one of a kind idea." Gabe laughed aloud. What luck, a place he could easily lend out his services, or even just trade for supplies. Sliding on his leather jacket, he scooped up his helmet. Fitting the breathing pieces to his mouth and pulling the straps tight. With the strange breathing cylinder and dark round goggle like eye sockets. He must have been a bizarre sight. Stepping out of the airship and into the cave. He walked over to the makeshift landing pad he had built to house his Helios. Climbing onto the saddle, he stamped down on the clutch and fired the ignition. The arcane crystal glowed to life, as the props began to spin. Gently allowing her to float off the ground, he gunned the engines and brought them to life. Pulling back on her controls, he shot into the deep blue sky.
The Winged Devil was even more impressive in sight than Gabe would've first guessed. Many ships were already docked on board. One in particular was quite impressive in size and might. Hopefully she was Templar and not Pirate. Landing the Helios, Gabe took a walk inside the main cabin. Why not start at the bar for a drink? He thought, taking a seat.
"Scotch, on the rocks. If you don't mind thank'ye!" Gabriel ordered, taking a seat as he pulled his helmet off. His brown hair falling perfectly into place as it reflected shades of red gold from the nearby light hitting it. Drumming his fingers on the bar, he took a look around taking in his surroundings.
♥♦♣♠Fenril♠♣♦♥
10-11-10, 03:36
She steadied herself and glared, "As if! I bet I c'n hold my liquor better 'n you, boy! It's jus' I flip through altitudes so-" oh wait, she shouldn't say that. She tensed for a moment, something between anxiety and rage in her expression, before realizing she was keeping her footing this time. Noticing this, she relaxed and took a few steps this way and that. Alright! She could actually WALK again. Alrighty then! What to do first?
Maybe she would go grab a drink- oh wait, did they have an age limit here? She could pass for whatever even if they did, right? Besides, with all these pirates around, who would even care? Or maybe, she should just get down to brass tacks. It wasn't like the ship was going to get away from her, but she was pretty pumped about this entire escapade. And then she was distracted by something shiny.
Some sleek and beautiful piece of machinery sitting on deck. When did that get there? Holy cow she would've noticed that thing right away! It was so pretty. Oh man. She scampered over to it and stared, her expression something along the lines of dreamy glee. She reached out and slid a gloved hand over it, simply unable to resist.
"Alright then... Be careful," Kindron said as she walked off.
Kindron moved out into the open a bit and pulled out the sword on his back. He was going to have to practice to get a good hold on this thing. It was big enough that he had to use two hands to hold it up and swing effectively. He started swinging it. He started to up his speed, and was moving very fast. Anyone who would have seen him would have seen a collection of motion blurs considering how fast he was moving. He was going to have to master this sword, and do it quick. He had noticed the sword had been slowing down his movements. He was still a little slow if people would be seeing a collection of blurs rather than just a guy who is one big blur.
Upon a minuscule hill stood a lone figure. A midget if you will, they called him. He was caped completely and stood as shot as 43 centimeters. He walked slowly but made not a noise upon stepping. The cloak was supposed to hide him it seemed, yet not his presence. The cloak had been perfectly white, with no sleeves and an awesome White Fedora. The only awkward situation he had had was when someone noticed his hands and arms were much like slippery branches. This amazed him, as for the past five days, not one other man had noticed that. This was odd and frustrating as he enjoyed the attention. But then he came upon a flier. He needed a drink, but he felt like taking to the skies for one. He felt like swimming, but was far from home. This we say, for our brave Figure, is none other than part of the Kraken's bloodline of small octopus. These minuscule squid-like octopuses are as mentioned earlier, Krakens, only tiny, and quite a bit more humane, and with a sentient mind. These are mutants of the most awesome kind. They are complex little critters with just one wish, to find a way to grow and become like their ancestors. And throughout time, not one of these tiny buggers died smaller than a giant ship. For throughout time, there has never stopped being a way for these bastards to grow. It simply seemed a mystery why each of them sought to do so and rebel against their blood. It seemed oddly alarming, to, as a giant kraken, give birth to a squid-like son not larger than a baby, when this kraken's size could easily allow him to wrap up the empire states building with one tentacle.
And yet life was so. This line of krakens simply wouldn't stop. They enjoyed the challenge of growing, even if it cost their lives. They enjoyed it deeply. It was like a search for a soul-mate, or for a purpose in life. Only much harder because Kraken's are not over-emotional and simply get over things. Except for our little Squiduid. He seemed to experience emotions such as that of an average human. Some of his neighbors believe this was because his mother or father was a human. This seemed sickening, he could not possibly believe his mother was tentacle raped by tentacles easily larger than them, and believing a human man could score with a giant kraken, let alone want to, was nearly fifteen times more sickening. To pass on the thought he drank. And for those of you with sick images; No, he was born much like any other kraken. He was simply sophisticated.
And let us return to our situation, shall we?
Tiny midget, White Fedora, Branch-like tentacles, white cloak.
And a large copper bowl.
This bowl came completely out of nowhere!*That's what you get for hugging all of my screen time, you little bitch.
And then the bowl burnt up. It simply incinerated itself with a blue spherical fire. It seemed to push the bowl against it, pushing it away as if it were anti-gravity. The minuscule hill suddenly glowed a fine cyan, as the flame's colors instantly consumed it. And blast off. In less than a second, Osek jumped off the ground, tearing through his awesomely white clothing and onto his dish, flipping it just before landing, and watching it quickly connect to his iron-plate and hiding below his tentacles and tabard. The blast was not sufficient to reach to the skies, but just enough to float about 10 meters off. He seemed annoyed. He rocked it from side to side, frustrated, trying to reach for the skies. It was then that it hit him. Why not swim in the skies?
Because it is impossible, he thought...
But then something remarkable happened.
In a flash of light, the bowl combusted completely tearing itself into shreds, revealing only the insides of the clever mechanic and the blue flaming trail streaming behind them. He crashed with his destination in what seemed like a second since blast-off, but he was too consumed in keeping it from exploding and keeping himself on it, balancing it, navigating around in the skies and just when he finally got used to it,
Bang.
Dang, he wasn't expecting that. Overall the flight had taken an unknown amount of time as he didn't quite catch the time before leaving and upon arrival, but once he stepped off the Floatpod and pulled it with him, he decided he better leave it there at the dock and look for someone to fix it up. It was just then that he felt this extreme concussion. He fell headfirst, curling himself up into a white ball, just outside the door. He started sucking on his tentacle. The concussion came with a long delay, but seemed to freeze him from brain to toe.
"Help."
He whispered in quite a manly, British voice, not the least bit as if he was hurt or something, more like him asking for Tea than anything else.
OOC: *:Only not really, this is none other than the famous floatpod! Hidden by Osek between his tentacles, behind his iron-plate and below his tabard, The Floatpod is capable of allowing him to float. Or, if overheated, fly and explode like a missile.
Disclaimer: The Floatpod(TM) is Not to be used to fly long distances, as it is unsafe and unstable.
Lord Wraith
10-11-10, 14:17
The smell of the somewhat newly constructed timber was almost overwhelming as Gabriel was brought back to reality by the sound of glass on word as his drink arrived. Sipping away at the drink with the burnt taste, he gazed once again around his surroundings. Some sort of trinket lay on the ground just a few stools over. Standing up, he bent over and picked up the strange object. Leaning back on his seat, Gabe began to look it over. It fit perfectly into his palm, it was almost like a ball but made up of many hexagonal shapes. Rolling it around in his hand, it almost looked metallic but at the same time it seemed to change to being transparent when the light struck it directly. Perhaps one of the merchants had dropped this strange object, or perhaps by fate it was left here for him to find. He wondered what it would be like to smelt down this orb and forge something from it. The orb suddenly slipped from his hand, landing with a very audible thud on the bar. Gabe's eyes flickered as the orb suddenly seemed to light up.
"It's a map!" He exclaimed, now recognizing the various shapes appearing around the smooth surface. One dot glowed out at him, it was moving, well barely it seemed, but moving none the less. "That must be here, the movement is accounted for the progress of the Winged Devil." Gabe muttered under his breath. Turning the orb he found what he had been hoping for. "And that must mean this..." he rubbed his thumb over a glowing red X. "This is where the 'treasure' must lay." Smirking, he had become absent minded of the fact there was both pirates and Templars nearby, likely watching him.
♥♦♣♠Fenril♠♣♦♥
10-11-10, 16:34
She paced in a small circle around the craft. She was completely certain it was a small air transport vehicle, so very compact and so deliciously well made. It struck her as resembling a sort of saddle, like one might mount upon a horse, however the horse and saddle being seamlessly built into each other. It had three pairs of wings, increasing in size towards the back, and at it's very end topped with a propeller. She knew better than to go sticking her hands in propeller blades, but every time she saw one, she still had the urge to. This would have worried her, had she ever stopped to think abou- OH MAN it had a turbine too.
There was a rather bothersome internal conflict going on inside her at this point. She wanted to possess this fine piece of machinery quite badly, so much that she had the knee-jerk reaction of a small child simply reaching out to have whatever it was they so dearly desired at that moment. And then of course, her moral side, lax as it may be, was telling her that was a dick move. She never really stole anything per se. Just messed with things a bit, and she always left all the pieces there, mostly in tact.
Glancing around, she didn't see anyone too nearby. No one would probably mind if she just sat on it for a second. She'd be quick too, so hey! No one would probably even see her. She hitched her poker to her belt to free up her other hand, and swung herself on the craft.
Suddenly, she found herself repressing the urge to make 'vrrroom vrrroom' noises.
Lord Wraith
11-11-10, 01:41
Pocketing the small orb, Gabe decided it might be best to take a stroll back outside. Surprised no one had really taken a notice of him yet, he took a stroll out onto the deck where he had left the Helios. And speaking of the Helios what exactly did that woman think she was doing sitting on it? Though Gabe had to smile, the way she was looking down at his hand crafted machine was definitely a compliment. Mind you, the woman herself wasn't too hard on the eyes either. He certainly wouldn't mind giving her a ride. Though Gabriel had little experience when dealing with women. Walking over to his ride, Gabe leaned up against it, hanging his helmet off one of the controls.
"Nice piece of work ain't she?"
♥♦♣♠Fenril♠♣♦♥
11-11-10, 06:20
No one would probably even see her, eh?
She jumped somewhat guiltily when the man approached her, and scooted away from him. He wasn't particularly menacing or anything, and in fact seemed somewhat friendly. Judging by his attire, and how familiarly he treated the craft, she supposed it was his. This threw her back into complete suspicion of him. He seemed relaxed enough, but she'd been fooled by a semblance of calm before falling victim to a sudden outburst of rage many times before. Most, if not all of these occasions were more than likely her own damn fault. Regardless, something clicked inside of her.
"So, it's yours, uhn? Sure looks nice enough. Though, any ol' piece o' crap c'n 'ave a well polished coat o'er it. " She was completely sure this thing was most certainly NOT a piece of crap in any sense, but... she probably had her reasons for saying such a thing.
Probably.
Lord Wraith
12-11-10, 03:12
Her words said one thing, but her body language read another. Whoever this girl was she had a few stories to tell. Her eyes were as constantly searching him for a clue as to what he was thinking as his eyes were doing the same to her. Gabriel mused at how to respond to her words, words that almost seemed to throw him off. He was most certain she had been admiring the Helios only seconds ago. Perhaps she was a thief? Nay, she would of had plenty of time to take the Helios by now, or at least attempt and run afoul of her defense mechanisms.
"You're most certainly right about that. But I can guarantee you, ol'Smith taught me a little more than how to shine up a piece of trash. The Helios there can outrun any ship I've ever met." He extended his hand, "The name's Gabriel Apollos, my friends call me Gabe."
♥♦♣♠Fenril♠♣♦♥
12-11-10, 21:15
So, he was a mechanic? Or at least had experience in that field. And as long as he was acting friendly, she might as well take advantage of that. Though she did have an objective in mind, and was anxious to get started, she supposed pleasant formalities weren't entirely out of the question. These people seemed to be reassured by it, and were more likely to act favorably towards someone who returned the gesture, so she took his hand and shook it firmly, "Gabe? Well, good t' meet'cheh. I go by Fenril m'self." She pulled back and flashed a somewhat cocky grin at him, "So, Gabe, you know much 'bout these big ol' airships? I've come 'ere t' research 'em m'self."
Lord Wraith
13-11-10, 02:40
There certainly were some grand airships in the hangar, in fact this whole place was one massive airship. Fenril had come to the perfect place for what she had in mind. Gabriel smiled at the question.
"I know most models inside and out, been working on repairing one from some severe damage myself. What exactly are you seeking to know about them?"
Looking over he, noticed another man swinging around a rather large sword. What is he doing exactly? Gabriel thought to himself before quickly returning his attention to Fenril.
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