Played by THYME
Bounty 50,000,000
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Post by BEDIVERE FAULCOST on Jan 8, 2018 13:19:46 GMT -5
| [googlefont="Euphoria Script:400"] kill  [googlefont="Roboto"][attr="id","tag"] | It was quiet by the docks this day; not the kind of quiet where one could hear the waves or gulls, but the kind where the work of hammers and men and the shedding of sweat wasn't out of place. The water lapped at the sides of boats, orders were called out, and wood was dragged along the ground to where it needed to go. A mundane day by the docks, of all times and places to be. Bedivere was not here to enjoy the quiet. She was here to see if she could find what she needed; the right size and piece of wood to patch together that blasted hole the ship had in the kitchen. Exploding pots were a danger to them all, as it turns out, even when you had the protection of a hard body to keep things covered. That was how these things went on a ship that carried on to whatever tune the captain would put out. She just rolled with it and went about trying to do her job; she was sure there would be someone trying to pawn off parts or throwing away and spares. She was no stranger in these parts for the last few weeks, although she had some orders to keep a low profile. Not only did she break out of a prison transport here, but started a few bar brawls before finding a crew again. Just have to keep it calm and collected. It was with that in mind that Bedivere grabbed the vendor's drink as she rubbed her hand along the grain of the wood. "Say, how 'bout I take this off your hands, no problem?" A flashy, toothy grin and a pat to her waist-clipped flintlock. A little insurance for trying to win over this bit of goods. It might cause some trouble with someone, but it would be worth it if she got it for free or close to it. --- HONODY EMILE feel free to have an NPC mess with me or whatever you need to get in on this |
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Post by HONODY EMILE on Jan 9, 2018 18:46:57 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Montserrat] [attr="class","mmk1"]  | DON'T RING THE BELL, THE DEVILS HAVE EARS |
"... Alright," said the vendor, who was eyeing the armed woman with a mixture of fear and anger. He simply stood there and let her take it, powerless to do anything to against a gun. The crowd either didn't notice or care, moving along like wandering deer. Emile sat upon a rooftop, using the vantage point to gaze upon the docks. He was watching a particular ship that supposedly had worked with or for pirates. With nothing to go on except sparse rumors and the word of a shadowy figure within the government, the military dog watched for anything suspicious in silence. If anyone were to notice him, it'd surely be a strange sight: A black haired male in black clothes mysteriously seated atop an orange roof. He was a raven looking for a rat to chase down. | ooc | tags
notes "Too many times, I have sacrificed myself for others." |
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Played by THYME
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Post by BEDIVERE FAULCOST on Jan 24, 2018 19:55:07 GMT -5
| [googlefont="Euphoria Script:400"] kill [googlefont="Roboto"][attr="id","tag"] | She tossed over a singular coin as she waltz off, settling for tossing the wood over her shoulder and carrying it off. The crowd wasn't too difficult to get through; she mostly just powered on in a straight line, expecting others to clear the path or be bumped around. Nothing was really going to stop her at this point, which was just fine for her. Bedivere made no attempt to hide her destination, either; a modest ship capable of fielding a handful of folks, even if it was in need of some tender love and care. That was her job, but she could only work with what she had. With a heft she tossed the wood to the side and stretched, tossing her hat down and sweeping her hair back. She needed to make some hull patches from a few rock issues they ran into... her musical captain really needed to track down a navigator. Maybe that was where he was at now. She was a pirate next to a pirate ship; it might not be the best hiding place, but she never had any intention to hide as she went to work and grabbed up her hammer and started plying back some damaged planks... --- HONODY EMILE damn sorry for the massive delay, i got really sidetracked with life |
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Post by HONODY EMILE on Jan 24, 2018 22:29:32 GMT -5
[GoogleFont=Montserrat] [attr="class","mmk1"] | WALLS ARE MEANT TO BE TORN DOWN |
Emile waits until a woman fitting the description he had been given. He creeps down the roof and drops down from the side of the building. Walking casually through the crowd, he glided through the area like a phantom, acknowledged by no one. When he began to draw close to the supposed pirate, he unholstered the pistol and flicked off the safety. If he was able to get close without drawing her attention, he'd walk right up to her from behind, place the barrel against the back of her head, and press the trigger. The savageness asked of him by the government was truly otherworldly. | ooc | tags
notes "If I can't make it in the end, then atleast I didn't settle for an ordinary life." |
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