The Ambitious Hunt

[Rogue of Night]

ooc;; Yep. And alright!

bic;; "It's the former, actually." Blake had a thick English accent, despite her pirate lifestyle. She had been snatched from the shores of England when she was young. Too young to know anything other than pirating, and too old to correct her speech pattern.
The woman pushed some hair over her shoulder, and her green eyes glimmered dangerously.

[Alzella]

OOC: And~ I’m back!

BIC:
Leif nodded, “Well, my dear lady, you are in grievous luck!”
“…” The painter looked over his shoulder sheepishly. “Sorry to interrupt, sir, but how do you spell ‘Nightmare?’”
Leif started spelling it in French, only to correct himself midway through. “N-i-g-h-t-m-a-r-e.” He turned back to female pirate, “I happen to be in the business of hiring. Now: interrogation.” Slanting his hat, Leif leaned back against the crate and began firing off questions. “How are you with a sword? What is your best weapon of choice? Do you know anything of medicine and injuries?”

OOC: Yes, Leif really meant to say "grievous" and not "great" or "good."

[Rogue of Night]

ooc;; I thought you were just being fancy with words

bic;; "I am skilled with a sword, and have been for many years. I prefer a pistol over the sharpened variety, and I know little about the latter two." Blake was somewhat annoyed with the questions; she had answered them far too many times, of course, not all at once. Some pirates hired her on without asking anything, which made her wonder their true reasoning behind her new position. She had quickly figured it out, and now she just hoped that whoever this man was, he would have the decency to treat her like the rest of a crew.

[Alzella]

OOC: I was doing that too~ =3

BIC:
Leif heavily considered pirate’s answers, trying to determine her capability in battle with her preferred weapon being a pistol. As far as Leif was concerned, pistols were very rarely accurate. Letting his autumn brown orbs wander across the wooded dock, Leif spotted a tiny rock. He ambled over to it, scooping it up and smoothly tossing it so it landed several dozen feet away, perched a top a wooden pillar.
“Let’s test your aim with a pistol, then, eh?” He motioned for her to demonstrate.

[Rogue of Night]

Blake exhaled dramatically. This was a real pain. She withdrew her pistol anyway, taking a step to the side so her body was faced perfectly sideways to her target. She closed one eye, and fired, the bullet hitting the rock, knocking it into the water without any delay. She smirked with satisfaction, twirling the weapon about her finger before holstering it quickly. "Anything else, Captain?"

[Alzella]

“Complete!” The painter announce, jumping up and then promptly falling over at the sound of a gunshot. Leif glanced over his shoulder to inspect the elegantly written words: Lady Nightmare. After a moment, he nodded.
“Well done,” he approved. Turning back to the pirate, he resumed the interview. “Yes, actually. Name, list of enemies, and past accomplishments.”
It took the painter a while, but eventually he managed to get down. With a heavy sigh, he accepted the payment bag from Leif and proceeded to scramble off. He’d rather not lose a limb anytime soon, thankyouverymuch.

[Rogue of Night]

Blake rolled her eyes, sauntering over to the man. "My name is Blake, I have no enemies...except the countless men I have possibly dismembered, and accomplishments? Surviving the pillagers world without losing anything I'm not prepared to give." She shook her head. "Is that all?"

[Alzella]

Leif bowed politely, waving his hat about, “I am Captain Leif. Congratulations, my dear, on surviving the pirating world with all your lovely fingers intact. As you are now officially a crewmember of the Lady Nightmare, any enemies you acquire become enemies of ours. In other words: only dismember those you are willing to kill immediately thereafter.” Leif whirled around abruptly, plopping his hat back atop his chocolate brown messy hair. “The crew is off searching for our next bounty. All crewmembers are to meet back at the ship by noon.” He paused leisurely on the plank to the ship, waving a violin bow at Blake. “When you return, there will be a contract to sign. In blood.” He added. About to walk off, Leif seemed to remember one last thing. He turned to Blake, smiled charmingly, and finished, “It is a pleasure to have met your acquaintance.” He sauntered onto the ship once more, hollering a piece of advice. “Our forte involves treasure lore with curses attached.”

[Rogue of Night]

Blake grinned. First pirate not to inquire about the best way to get in her pants. This pleased her, and she spun around to locate some supplies of some sort or other. She'd need something to keep the testosterone-driven pirates at bay, considering the other tool she had been using was back on Storm Breaker. She let her hands dangle at her sides as she proceeded toward the various shops. This was going to be an adventure indeed.

[Alzella]

OOC: And now I must break for five minutes or so to create my other pirate characters! ^-^

[Rogue of Night]

ooc;; Okay!
I am going to upload the pictures

[Rogue of Night]

Charlie was the first to approach Lady Nightmare with a pleased grin regarding the ship's name. He climbed the gangplank eagerly, wanting to be the first to tell the Captain how great the name choice was.
"Captain?"
~ ~ ~
Blake whistled as she admired Lady Nightmare up close. She smirked as she leapt up the gangplank with agility like a cat, coming to stand on the deck before surveying her new ship. It was much nicer than Storm Breaker and she began to feel optimistic about her time aboard.

[Alzella]

Leif strolled out from the cabin in time to catch Charlie’s single worded question.
“Aye, Charlie?” He inquired idly. In one hand, he held a violin bow. In the other, an actual violin. Briefly, he glanced to the sky. Was it noon already? “I do aspire to hope that with you, my dear mate, you bring tidings of treasure.”

[Rogue of Night]

Charlie shook his head. "Unfortunately, no, but I did come to tell you that your name choice is highly foreboding; perfect for this ship and her crew."
Blake glanced over at the conversation narrowing her eyes at the man Leif spoke to. She then approached, pushing her hair. "Perhaps I can enlighten the Captain about some news I picked up in town?"
Charlie glanced over his shoulder, blinking with surprise. "Blake..."
"Aye, Charlie. Miss me?" Blake shook her head, placing her hands on her hips.

[Alzella]

"I'm pleased you approve of the name, Charlie," Leif answered, "And even if you didn't, I would not dare to dream of changing it." He watched silently as the two conversed. “I see introductions are unnecessary,” Leif murmured. “Enlighten us, then my dear, on a fresh piece of lore.”
Chloelia, who’d been hiding underneath Leif’s bed the entire time, slyly sunk by in a rather obvious manner: tip-toeing quietly, mouth pursed childishly, and even arms held out in a creeping manner. Automatically, Leif blocked her progress with his violin bow.
“And whilst you enlighten us, ignore the witch sneaking by.” He added. Chloelia deflated, pouted, promptly whirled around and stomped off to hide under Leif’s bed once more.