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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 12, 2010 18:55:12 GMT -7
Blake exited the cabin, hurrying up to the deck while adjusting the ties on her corset. It had been a gift. From who, she didn't know, but it was nice, and being a pirate, she couldn't turn it down.
"Charlie," she called from where she arrived on deck.
Her brother glanced at her, furrowing his brow. "Where did you get that, Blake?"
"I don't know, to be honest," Blake replied, adjusting the ties once more.
"Hm." This did not please Charlie. He sighed, and then handed her a cloak. "Put it on. You'll need it."
Blake nodded, pulling it over her arms quickly. "Don't you think this looks suspicious, though?"
Charlie adjusted the hood on his own. "It won't be. Not where we're going." He glanced over at where Ashley stood then, motioning with his head for the nobleman to join them. "Are you coming?"
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Nov 12, 2010 19:01:32 GMT -7
Ashley strolled across to join them. "I am, yes, though I doubt I will be going where you have in mind."
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 12, 2010 19:04:26 GMT -7
"No, that's fine," Charlie assured. "I just figure that if we travel in a smaller group, it'll appear less and less conspicuous. Aye?"
Blake, frowning at what Ashley had said, as she had enjoyed his company, simply nodded.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Nov 12, 2010 19:09:58 GMT -7
Ashley nodded his head silently in a gesture of acquiescence, one hand reaching out to grab the rail as the gangplank was properly set up. Pirates were beginning to trickle off the ship now, whooping and laughing and talking about all the woman they'd be bedding, or some other vulgar thing. Ashley shook his head.
"Shall we be off?" He asked. He didn't know how Greece operated, not at all, so he knew he'd have to find someone who might know where Herakles - Antonio's contact - lived.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 12, 2010 19:14:39 GMT -7
Charlie motioned for Blake to follow between, and then brought up the rear once his sister had complied.
"Where are we parting ways?" Charlie asked quietly.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Nov 12, 2010 19:21:01 GMT -7
Ashley blinked. "I suppose when one of us finds out where they have to go. For me, I need to find Herak - " Ashley broke off as a man came tumbling out of a tavern, a scowl on his face as he turned to shout something at the man who had thrown him out.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 12, 2010 19:22:50 GMT -7
Charlie was immediately in the front of the group, taking the lead protectively as he so often did.
Blake came up to walk at Ashley's side, though remained a foot or so from him in proximity.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Nov 12, 2010 19:27:55 GMT -7
The man on the ground shouted something else in a language Ashley did not recognize, but the nobleman's eyes narrowed when he caught something he did understand.
"Excuse me - " Ashley reached out, and before he could react, the man turned on his, shoving him against a wall.
"What do you want, hmm?" The man demanded, and Ashley could smell the overpowering aroma of alcohol. "You aren't from around here."
"You'd be correct, and I'd like for you to put me down," the Germanic said, seething lightly. The man seemed amused by this, but he was way less amused when Ashley landed a good blow to his stomach with an unknown object he held in his hand.
Dropping to the ground, Ashley brushed off his blue jacket, violet eyes narrowed and arms crossed. "I heard you mention a man named Herakles."
The drunkard fumed. "The hell do you want with him?"
"None of your business - just tell me where he is." Ashley's voice was fortifying itself, growing stronger and icier as he stepped close to the fallen man. When the Germanic was directly in front of him, the fallen man tried to lash out again, but using the object he had been using earlier (which, strangely enough, appeared to be a bloody - not literally, though - halberd, or at least the blade part of it, without the long stick), Ashley managed to discourage him.
"Who are you?"
"Sadiq."
Ashley raised an eyebrow. "That's a Turkish name. You're... Hell..." He stepped closer, peering at the man carefully... before punching him straight in the nose.
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Nov 12, 2010 19:28:14 GMT -7
ooc;; Ack! Stupid thing - didn't mean to post it yet.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 12, 2010 19:32:15 GMT -7
ooc: No worries ^^
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 12, 2010 19:33:22 GMT -7
ooc: wait, can I post now then?
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Nov 12, 2010 19:33:47 GMT -7
ooc;; Now you can - I edited my post.
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 12, 2010 19:39:04 GMT -7
Blake stared with wide eyes, glancing at Charlie, who just stared. What the hell had they gotten themselves into?!
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Post by C H E Y E N N E on Nov 12, 2010 19:54:58 GMT -7
The Turk - Sadiq - swore loudly, covering his nose. Ashley stood over him firmly, arms crossed again.
"That was for Antonio."
"An..." The man peered at him. "Ah, yes, now I remember you! You're the little Austrian that Antonio used to hang out with all the time! Ah... S--"
Ashley stiffened, eyes narrowing. "You'd be correct in your assumptions; please don't push your luck."
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Post by Rogue of Night on Nov 12, 2010 19:57:46 GMT -7
Charlie exhaled, glancing over his shoulder. Some of the other pirates were filtering off the ship now, as he could see it from the road, and he pursed his lips. "Ashley, we have little time to waste. The sooner we manage to leave, the better."
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