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Ship Fish

2013-04-02T12:20:50Z

EzekielFawkes: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2013/04/01 |Location=Off the Coast of Port Royal |Synopsis=After the insanity involving Tortuga Zke and Ariel have a quiet moment on ship. |Cast of..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/04/01
|Location=Off the Coast of Port Royal
|Synopsis=After the insanity involving Tortuga Zke and Ariel have a quiet moment on ship.
|Cast of Characters=Zeke, Ariel
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Well. After all that insanity with Tortuga, the harbor falling apart, having ot tend to wounded, Zeke reuniting with his family and hatnot the Good Captain has been pretty scarce. Ariel's had leave to stay in his quarters as she wished for the duration of the stay partially because of her newly revealed condition possibly needing privecy belowdecks won't give, but mostly to give her space to sort out what's happened. Of course it's been a long and tiring day(s). Time gets kindof funny between fighting for your lives, helping people out of the drink, salvage, and dropping other folk off. It was dark and most of the crew was either asleep or belowdecks. Zeke however was at the bow of the ship watching the waves while playing an accoustic guitar. There was a lot on /his/ mind what with something trying to posess him and a lady he was interested in turning out to be a mermaid alongside his parents being safe and for the moment sleeping.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel has just come up from below deck to look around. She hears the sound of the guitar and steps forward... tentatively. Her pirate skirt is nice and dried out by now, at least, and she's looking put together. She's yet to find a replacement for her lost hat, but that will come in time. She lurks a little in the shadow behind Zeke, wondering if he notices her. She's a little concerned.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke continued playing soft music but straightened slightly. "Miss Ariel." There was tiredness in his voice, but also a small bit of happiness there. After a moment or three longer he stopped playing and turned to look at the proverbial and litteral fish out of water showing he was just as tired as he sounded. "Have you had any problems with the crew? I'd spoken with them before but-" There was a pause before he sighed and ran a hand thorugh his hair. "No. I'd wager if anyone gave you problems you'd set the matter right on your own." It was one of the reasons he liked her. Very pro-active young woman.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Oh, no problems at all," says Ariel. She's a little hesitant, but still keeping her chin up. "...How about you? You got... taken over by that demon thing, didn't you?" She walks up and finds a seat next to him.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke nodded slow and blew onto his hands. "Aye. It appears to have left no lasting harm but when we get back t'land I aim t'make sure it didn't leave anythin nasty upstairs." He tapped the side of his head before setting his guitar down. "And you?" He looked first from the lady's legs then to her face and smiled weakly. "I imagine that was something you had hoped wouldn't have gotten out yes?"

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel looks out over the water. She clenches her throat a little bit, because she's about to lie. "I don't know what happened."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke snorted sharp. "I don't mean to push too hard but it's the best explaination for everything else i know." Tenetively he moved to put a hand on the mermaid princess's shoulder. It was a very light touch, almost as if he expected to get smacked away. "Between yer crab friend speaking of King Triton an yer newness to everything as if y'never seen even th'common objects o life..." Beat. "If y'need help or advice ask." There was firmness to his words and if one were to look a sincerity in his eyes. "You came to my aid with no questions. I'd be a poor friend to repay that sort of kindness by isolating you."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel shivers at the touch, but... she doesn't knock Zeke away. She doesn't look at him, either. "So... how do humans treat mermaids in your world?"

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "I've only heard story lass." Zeke's words were apologetic, "But our worlds generally dunna converge. an when it does it not be pleasent." There were mad stories, legends and ravings from the mad explorers that would occasionally come from florida. "Mad ravings about a fountain that grants life tied to merfolk. Others that live off an island that eat the flesh of men to stay forever young." The tone of his voice and set of his body seemed to incline disbelief in that one. "Others tell of etherial music..." And love that could heal anything. Then he brushed the lady's shoulder lightly. "And what of your home? What stories of us land-folk are there?"

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "My father told me never to talk to humans," Ariel says, plainly. If this is really what they're going to talk about, then... she may as well be honest. "And that goes double for pirates. He... said humans only want to kill and hurt us. I've never believed that, though."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke nodded and looked down at his hands. "Sounds like a man wanting to protect his daughter more than anythin else." There was a small headshake before he let go and sat there still. "I've said I can understand why merfolk seem angered at us and I spoke true. We fish their waters, go to and fro as we please acting as if we're lords of Everything." Beat. "Then there's those two louts that were on my ship a few weeks back thinking to make sport of one they thought they'd sighted." He spat before adding. "Threatened t'throw 'em overboard stark naked an leave 'em if they wished t'continue that discussion. I've caught one in my nets once. Years ago..." Memory made his eyes grow distaint. "Lovely thing but she was so tangled in the nets. Jake wasn't willin t'lose our catch. I made the call an' we went home empty handed an me with a black eye." THen his focus turned back to the hear and now as he looked to the lady beside him. "I couldn't do anything diffrent. She said only one word. 'Please' she asked..." A tear rolled down the corner of his eye at the remembered turmoil. "I've never told anyone 'bout that though I be sure I'd have made a fortune off sellin th'location."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel is quiet for a moment, thinking about it. The story really troubles her. "I'm so glad that you helped her," she says. "...One thing's different, in my world, merfolk don't become human easily. It takes a strong magic."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke seemed thoughtful at this revelation. "Then a thing of the portals nature I suppose." That made him looke first down then away. "If the portals can give you legs the ncould they give me fins?" At that question he turned to face Ariel more fully. "I had found out no world can connect to traverse unless there are heartless about. Yer father need be warned if he dunna knew already an I aim t'go with y'lass."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "I guess that would make sense," Ariel says, thinking about her homeworld. "The portal I found was pretty deep under water." She looks... sad, at his comment. "I guess that means I should find it and go back there."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke reached over to grab one of Ariel's hands and give it a squeeze. "Whatever troubles you ran from. What ever happens you won't face it alone."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel is having a small, quiet moment... but, hastily takes back her hand when Negetta interrupts. She is... such a strange one, huh, she doesn't seem to be bothered by the tail she has at all, Ariel thinks. "We were just talking about my homeworld. About how I might have to go back. I guess I'm not eager to. Is your homeworld underwater too?"

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke quickly straightened at Nagetta showing up. Wait what was he looking abashed about? "I do hope you've had time enough to look thorugh a few of the books i left in cabin Ariel. Modist collection I know, but interesting." Then he cleared his throat and just kinda leaned back, taking his guitar and busying himself by looking it over.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel pushes some hair out of her eyes. "Uh, well, sort of. There's people that are various ... halves of things, I guess, is a good way to put it." She looks down at the water again. Then back at Zeke. "I saw the books. Thank you. They're very interesting... the mermaid story is a bit scary, isn't it?"

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke nodded slow, knowing which one she meant as there was only one there. "I think it was meant more as a cautionay story to look before you leap and weigh possible costs against rewards." Then again the mermaid in story was risking the rest of her long life for the one thing humans had she didn't; a soul. "Speaking of. I'd made a compact with Miss Rosemarie. Knew enough beforehand to make... stipulations on what could not be bargained or bartered. I trust her to keep to her word but when making deals with amgical folk it is best ot be specific." Beat. "And have whitnesses."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel nods. Maybe it's just cautionary. She doesn't like what it implies, though. "Rosemarie does make bargians sometimes. She's been fair with me, though. I don't suppose she'll try anything too funny..." She glances over at Nagetta again. "So, is your world all people like you?"

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "A fair woman and she's given me no personal reason to be distrustful." Zeke admitted when Ariel brought up bargaining with the lady elf. "However the few times i've entered into contracts trusting on good will I've gotten walked all over." There was a dismissive snort. "And it isn't like I don't trust her at all else i wouldn't have bothered. Shes a good person. Least s'far as I've been able t'tell."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Oh." Ariel wants to ask more, but... has a feeling it's a sore spot. So, instead, she looks at Zeke, and... she has to poke another sore spot. "So, if, you... don't mind me asking... can we stop talking about me, so I can ask what exactly happened to you?" She wrings her hands a little.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This... was what he dreaded. "That thing. The thing that'd made the face and then turned the harbor into itself." He was trying to remember so wasn't looking at either woman in particular. "Instead he was just trying ot figure out what exactly happened. "I'd say it took the first target it could after my little show woke it up but I don't know. I'd already planned on confronting Tom... so maybe it felt that and jfound a hook it could sink into enough to drive me past reasonability."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel sniffs just a little, taking in the familiar smell of salty sea air. "... And Tom, I guess you have a history there?"

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Nor did it really make much sense ot Zeke either. "Maybe the sound and magic show had woke it up." There wasn't much willingness to believe himself there. "I'm going to go get looked at when we get back to traverse. Promise." He... didn't want to hurt anyone. Least of all these two. At the mention of Tom Zeke's eyes and manner went ridged and hard. "He was as good as a brother to me. We took him in when his own family tossed him on the streets. Gave him a home, gave him work. He talked of joining the navy, seeing the world in service of King and Country." THere was a small laugh. "My elder brother taking da's boat. Me taking the merchant route and Tom taking to the life of a soldier. We laughed at that and thought the sea would keep us together." Then the joy, ghostly as it was, vanished. "But instead he crews a ship tha kidnaps me parents an dozens of others and... and.." He couldn't say it. He could barely THINK of it. "He had them /use/ these people."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel's eyes darken, like a storm rolling over them. "...Use them?"

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "Aye..." Zeke sounded about as cheerful as a thunderstorm. "I dunna wish t'elaborate lass but forcin anyone t'do anythin." Especially what uses these men had put their 'guests' to. "An this man had people as good as family treated as such. Can y'blaim me for getting twisted int'acti na bit daft?" Daft... As in trying ot flat out murder someone on sight.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "No. I ... guess I can't. Anyway..." Ariel looks over the water again. "I guess when we make port, I'll head out and explore some other worlds again. Try to find my way home like Sebastian wants."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "Mayhap." Zeke's voice cracked. "I wouldn't mind traveling with you as my obligations allow lass. Help you through the small details yer friends sadly don't have a particularly good grasp on." Again he reached over to try taking Ariel's hand. "Even if that is not a good possibility I'd ask you keep in touch."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel allows the hand-taking this time, and she looks at Zeke with a nod. Her eyes drift back over to Nagetta, and she frowns. "Does it... make you sad, is your home gone?"

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "Aye. Miss Nagetta if ygive word I'll give what support i can." Zeke's words were solom as he sat there with Ariel's hand in his. "Ye risked yerself fer my sake." Then he looked from Nagetta to Ariel and grinned. "NOw then Miss Ariel. I have an eight foor tall cyclopse, a werewolf, a gaggle of imps, thee goblins, a couple things I dunna have any idea what they are, an I treat all of them as i would any other person. What call would i have fer treatin you any diffrent an' I did before on account of your condition? Ye be a good person with a good heart. That is all that matters t'me." Well that and she was rather lovely and had an enchanting singing voice... but that is neither here nor there.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel smiles, brightly, at Zeke when he says what he does. "Oh. Well, thank you so much. But please don't go around telling everyone... okay? I don't want people to think different about me." She nods to Nagetta: "And, if you're not worried about it, then, okay. But I hope you can find happiness in other worlds."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "Y've my word miss Ariel an I be sure t'let my crew know yer wishes on th'matter." Zeke let go of Ariel's hand to pick up a hat that had tumbled their way and stuck it on her head. Then, after inspecting the mermaid's new look, he nodded once. "The winds and seas carry us where they will bot while each port and island holds risks there be a fortune t'be made by the sweat of our brows and quickness of wit." There was joy there. Why not? The seas had brought him much in his life. "It cares not what sation or creed ye follow either. That's the best part of it. It be a wild and unpredictable thing, but it plays all fairly."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel stands up, and nods to both of them. "I'm... going to head down under the deck for a bit, and get my things before we make port. Thanks for being so understanding."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke nodded as Ariel got to her feet. "What's to understand? You're a young lady wishing to find out what is out there in the wid world and y've managed to show the world you're not some defenseless mewling babe blindly wanting and hoping for rescue." His attention turned to Nagetta. "And you yourself have shown the sort of courage and fortitude ot try in the face of Everyone and Everything telling you to go away... or try hunting you that my ship will always have a place for you if you wish.."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke slowly got to his feet and toused Nagetta's hair. "Frank seems to like you, or at least he seems curious enough to want to get to know you." Zekelaughed softly. "Funny man that. Comes off a breakup and gets back in for more. Mind you any rumors about him are liable to be exadurated. Got the most mild temper of anyone I've ever met and he's only ripped the arms off of ONE guy."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke nodded and squeezed one of Nagetta's shoulders. "If nothing else we're all friends here miss. Go get some shuteye. We're due in port tomorrow. From there your business be your own but I do plan on spending most of th'week gettin my family settled in traverse."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke nodded. "Hrm." He hadn't really thought about the woman's eyesight. "Might be for the best. Doubt we're gonna have trouble but..." He pointed and started asking questions, jabbering about this and that. The night wears on uneventful save for captain and snakey deckhand getting aquainted.

Collateral Thinking.

2013-03-30T06:32:47Z

EzekielFawkes:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/02/25
|Location=Traverse Area - Bodhum - Beach / Traverse Area - Traverse Town - Hotel
|Synopsis=A chance encounter with a strange woman gives Zeke clues as to the whereabouts of his mother.
|Cast of Characters=Hati, Zeke
|Tinyplot=Family Ties
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Ah the beach. Warm. Inviting. OK it might not be for many other people but Zeke's always been facinated by the bountery of land and sea. However as of 'Right Now' he wasn't at the Beach itself. More to the point he was poking around one of the many coastal tourist trap places hoping a change in scenery, and maybe a few of those silly umbrella drinks, might help his head sort after getting both a bit of a bombshell dumped on his head and a 'request' from the same person (well actually crab) that dropped, albeit accidentilly, said bombshell. Yes a Guy straight out of the Seventeenth Century Carribean looking over stupid overpriced tourist junk while drinking a mixer. You'd think he'd go for Baileys or at the least Captain Morgan right?

:'''[[Hati]] has posed:''' Since her supposed change of heart, along with her decision to leave the direct service of the Shadow Lords, Hati had been seen far more publically than in the past. There are still a few groups who might be looking for a small female thief, but it would be hard to really connect the two. The werewolf side, well... that's the one that she might risk more by showing. Pyre was not always a nice wolf. For now, though, Hati is in Traverse Town, here like so many others, to watch the tournament. At this particular moment, though, she's relaxing, dressed out in a strange sort of bathing suit that actually seems designed to cover most of the right half of her body. It is a color of brilliant blue that matches the highlights in her hair. Sidling up to the little tourist bar places, sliding in right next to Zeke without even asking. "Give me a rum and coke. Easy on the ice." The wolf-girl's tail swishes, those ears visible from within her hair. "Having trouble deciding? I'd peg you for a rum man, myself. You should try the ice tea, though. It's got one heck of a punch." Likely, she's referring to the 'long island' variety.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke looked Hati over appraisingly and smiled. "Might be next on my list. Usually it's Whiskey or ale but I figure Why Not? Touranment's going on. I'm making a mint ferrying people on short hops here and there plus usual rounds of shipping to and from." He sounded happy. "Though canna say what this long island has to do with tea." Again he took note of the lupine's outfit and arched an eyebrow. "Not that I'm complainin lass but innit a mite breezy for wear like that?"

:'''[[Hati]] has posed:''' "If you want good ale, you should check out the Old Kingdom. Some of the pubs make the sort that would even give a man like you a run for his money." Hati notes, taking her drink as it is offered and passing over a handful of small-ish denominations of munny. She sips the drink, rolling it across her lips, then chuckles to herself. "So you work on a ship, then? A steward? Or maybe a captain?" It's the sort of small talk that can come off as a little flirty, the wolf-girl leaning her head on her hand, tail swishing again. Her bare feet play against the bars of the stool. "It's a place that used to exist near Manhattan. Came from there, supposedly. Doesn't taste a thing like tea, though." Hati explains, bemused. Normally, the wolf-girl doesn't care for the cold, but the ocean is still quite warm, even this time of year. "It's not so bad. So long as it isn't snowing, I'm alright. Besides, the water is warm. You should come in for a swim sometime."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke chuckled before ordering another drink, straight rum this time. "Lass. I've been in shipping, trade, fishing, and in general most things involving the Sea ever since the first time I snuck 'board my fadder's ship when he'd go fishing. T'would like t'think I'm very good at what i do. Probaly would be a rich man had things fallen diffrent." Then a dimsissive handwave before looking 'round the tourist bar. "Tehn again Ive won and lost what you mayhap would consider small fortunes for the sake of seeing what can be seen on the horizon." The accent might be a bit thick, especially for someone that's frankly far too young to be considered a captain of anything. Sure Thirty or so was realistic for getting your own ship, but twenties? Hardly! Guy had to be pulling legs and inflating his own ego right? "Now then a swim would do good. Always refreshing, and there's always points for doing something for the sheer thrill of it, there's... problems and mysteries I've been tasked with." With this his voice lost some of it's friendlynes and face lost some of it's care-free lightness. "Heard tell of a girl washing up yonderways," Thumb jerked to the beach, "A couple weeks back. I"ve a few facts to rub together an make suppositions but always best to sniff 'round an try turnin new clues forward. More knowledge tends t'make th'work easier once y'get goin."

:'''[[Hati]] has posed:''' Sure, he's a bit young for a ship's captain, especially from the world he is likely from by the judge of him, but... it's part of Hati's nature to alure at times. It did tend to make people be a bit more friendly. Serrak had taught her well how to use her wiles, and she'd yet to really figure out the meaning behind doing such things in the first place, aside from information gathering. "Really?" She seems genuinely interested, a small smile quirking the corner of her lips as she shows part of one fanged tooth. "I imagine it must be strange, with the worlds changing. Then again, there's entirely new horizons to find. Oceans you've never seen. Creatures that are nothing but myth and fairytale." Clearly, she is one of these creatures, since the tail and ears are real and not part of some costume. They move, the ears helping her expression and the twil seeming to sway with a regular rhythm. Her expression still shows that interest, although the flirty smile falters a moment, "Lots of people wash up here. It's like Traverse Town calls to them from the darkness between worlds." She shrugs her shoulders, looking out towards the expanse of beach. "So, tell me about this girl, then?" One brow raises. "Maybe I can help." It seems odd, for a girl like this to come up and offer her aid, the sort of thing that certainly might raise suspicions.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke wagled a hand, "Well as far as these things go I"m sure it's pretty standard. Girl washes up, sadly in this case litterally, one night in what is to her a strange culture and place." Depending on how observant Hati was she might start picking up on clues based on posture, tone... Scent if she's got a good enough smell. Whoever this girl is Zeke had at least more than a casual interest. "Lots of unknowns as to her past but she's from some isolated out of the way an' is important enough t'have the local lord of the land." Well Sebastian was worried about a 'king' but Zeke wasn't wanting to share all the details he had. aFter all he only just met Hati. Then again he was being uncarictaristicly chatty with some woman that by all rights he should have considered a heathen monster. "So I've got on the one han d a girl that's run from home, ignorant of the Heartless and their tender loving savagry so I halfway want t'try finding this place an see if it really is free of their taint or if it be merely she lived so sheltered she didn't see the pyres and ruin in their wake." Finally his drink showed. Something.... Pink and in a funny looking glass. He tossed it back and made a horrid face before grinning and slamming the glass down on the bar. "That was refreshingly abrasive. I think I'll have another." He fished coin out to tip the bartender. After all he did like his drink. "On the other if instinct is right I try sending her back home the girl's gong tobe locked away by an overprotective father. All she wants is t'see a bit of the world and she's already saved my hide... an by saved i mean she called down a small thunderhead on this rather monsterously foul smelling green skinned bloke that wanted t'have my head for lunch." He looked to the bar, then looked to the beach before looking back to Hati and smiling lightly. "I've had folk try runnin from their troubles at home by signin on. So I've spoken with abrasive and oft worried sick family, an I dont want the girl t'have as her last memories whatever argument that caused her t'run so vigerously. However i get the itch that this be more complicated than a minor family squabble."

:'''[[Hati]] has posed:''' "Yeah, that's pretty much standard." Hati agrees, although her own story is anything but the usual. There hadn't been a world fall, or waking up somewhere strange. She's had years to get used to the idea of multiple worlds out there, and this is just another step in the evolution of that. It's easy enough to pick up multiple smells from him, but just who each of them are is a mystery. Perhaps if she met this girl, she might have a better understanding. "If she ended up here, then I can tell you that her world has seen the Heartless, even if she hasn't. People from worlds the Heartless have never seen, don't end up here." The wolf seems to speak from her own experience, her more social demeanor dropping in favor of a more somber attitude. "Seems to me, that if the girl wanted her freedom, and came this far to get it, then it has to be her decision to go home or not." Hati sips at her drink again, holding it in her mouth for a while before swollowing. "As long as we're talking about nearly adult girl. If she's like... six, then take her home for pete's sake." With a chuckle, she leans back a little, balancing with her feet hooked on the barstool. "If she wants to see the world, show it to her. She'll learn soon enough that she can't run away from her problems. They'll find her, sooner or later. But... better to have tried than to stay under her father's thumb forever." There are paralells there, and it makes the scars on her side itch. She hadn't run away, though. She'd been exiled and left for dead.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke nodded gravely. "T'be frank she's old enough that I wouldn't mind a night or three of pleasentries. However," Mournful headshake as Zeke's mind ran through a laundry list of reasons /that/ wasn't on the table, "She's just so naive it's not even like when someone from one of these technologically dependent places sees my ship and wonders where they plug their doodads into, or even someone that's never seen a boat wondering what sourcery keeps it up. Its... like she's from somewhere so alien most common objects hold little meaning to her other than somethin new t'poke at." And while she was charming and friendly, dear Gods above and below was she ever the friendly and helpful sort, its like she was raised somewhere so off that basic refrence points were a mystery. All this caused Zeke to frown into the refill he'd been handed. "If you speak true, an i see no reason why you wouldn't, then there is an obligation t'send word through t'her family 'bout the sort of storm on their heads. I wouldn't risk her going since she's earned her right ot go as she wishes s'far as I'm concerned but there's need to make sure she'll have a home t'go back to when she's ready... or failin that try pullin those that can be saved here affore th'door closes and we be left in the same shape Manhatten's in right now."

:'''[[Hati]] has posed:''' His way of putting it actually draws a laugh from the wolf-girl. As she shakes her head, the few strands of hair blocking the scarred side of her face shift, those mismatched eyes watching him with some bemusement. "Pleasantries. That's one I'll have to remember." She puts on a faux-British accent, "My dear sir, would you be so kind as to accompany me for a night of pleasantries?" She hesitates, then chuckles a second time, rubbing her hands on the glass of her drink. "I wonder if that would work on the mouse..." This last part is more of a comment to herself than to Zeke. After a moment, she nods, though. "It's possible she comes from a world that is quite different from any you know of. I mean, since the fall of the worlds, you can't tell me you haven't seen a few things that you wouldn't have expected." She watches him, then flicks her tail, an amused quirk to her lips. "The thing is, her world might already be gone. People don't just get taken from their worlds. They fall. If there's light enough, some part of it might still linger, though." The wolf taps the glass with one clawed finger. "If she has anything that might belong to her father, or to someone else of that world... I might be able to find out if it still exists. I've a bit of power in that way. Finding people." Then, with another shrug, the wolf drains to the bottom of her drink before ordering something else... a bit stronger. "If not, then at least you know it's a fool's errand to look."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke buried his face in his hands at the faux accent bit, though as embarassed he is at the miming the 'mouse' bit caught his ears. Granted the only mouse he knew of was a rather studious churchmouse those proceedings seemed rahter unlikely. Ah well. "A few things unexpected." Zeke echoed Hati's own words as his mind cast back to the first time he saw a car... and about got run over by it, or the first magic he saw that wsn't creepy voodoo sea magic. Zombies. EEEAAARG. Wait. Magic... Hrm. That bit about finding out using a bit of this or that caught Zeke's attention and made him perk. "Though Ibe a stranger to the was of magic if you could use say... a scrap of clothing or a lock of hair to find a target as like attracts to like could you not use the same to affect one using the other? I mean no disrespect lass but currently the girl's stayin with someone tha already has enough on her plate without possibly having t'concern of possibly been an insturment of her father's downfall. NOt that I don't trust You per sey but Magic itself makes m'teeth itch." And for the record Zeke had very good oral hygine, especially for someone of the era. Nice smparkley whites.

:'''[[Hati]] has posed:''' The wolf-girl still maintains that amusement now that it has come back to the conversation. Seeing him give that expression at her fake accept only draws more of a smile. "A little too close to home, eh?" She asks. Since he doesn't ask about the churchmouse, she doesn't see fit to answer. Instead, Hati focuses on his reservations about magic. "You mean voodoo." She looks at him with the scarred blue eye that peeks out from behind the fringe of her hair. "No. I'm not really a practitioner of that realm of magic. What I do is older." The drink she orders arrives, and it comes in a small glass. The liquid is an amber color. "Do you have something that belongs to one of your crew?" She holds her hands out. "I promise, no harm." The wolf crosses her heart with her fingers, then smirks.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke thought about this for a long moment. His crew? Hm Actually he did, but he had something a lot trickier in mind. Not to mention a lot closer to home. However it might not work given the object was technically his and he was wanting to know about the one that made it. He slid off his bar stool and pulled his coat off. "A test of good faith then." He held this battered and oft patched great coat out ot Hati. "What can ye tell me of the one that made this?" His mother wove the thing, stitched it together and did the embroidery at the coller herself. However she was wherever the rest of his world was in shadow and he's owned that coat for what felt like an age but really was only a handful of years. Still, it might be too much to try for but always a slinder thread to hang hope off of. He missed his family so.

:'''[[Hati]] has posed:''' The wolf watches him with those almost feral eyes as he gets up, taking off his coat. Her head tilts subtlely, but she doesn't question it until the garment is offered out towards her. Carefully, Hati takes it, laying it across her lap. She rubs the fabric slightly between her fingers, looking throughtful. "A difficult task, I see." She smirks. With her other hand, Hati nudges the glass towards herself so she can look down into the liquid of it, focusing. "I keep seeing you, standing next to a girl in a bathing suit, but that's not particularly helpful." Letting out a breath, she pushes the rest of the world out of her mind. Once, she had told Katyna how much effort it takes to actually scry things, and this object is far more bound to it's owner than to the one who once made it. It's like trying to unweave a tapestry to find the pattern of the weaver. She's quiet, squinting at the liquid for a time. "I see a woman. Older, but she has your eyes." After a pause, she tilts her head, as if trying to make sense of what she's seeing. "She's kneeling on the deck of a ship. There's a scurvy looking guy watching her. He's got bad teeth." Hati's lip curls, showing her own disgust. "Her hands are bound. She keeps looking at an island. The ship is moored in some sort of bay, I can't see too much from where she's at. Just a big rock that looks kind of like a bird the way it sticks out over the water."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' At first Zeke frowned. The personal 'read' he'd expected but to find the fat of the object's maker. Was it going to be too hard on the lass? He stared intently at Hati as she started speaking. Emotions mixed and clashed in a personal storm. He had to know. Had to, there wasn't a chance to pass up that didn't involve selling his own soul or gambling away his crew. This wasn't just some pretty little redhead that'd somehow some why caught his fancy. This was Family. Manhatten, everyone was convinced, was salvagable. If that was true then so to would his family's home. When Hati started describing what she saw in her glass he fought down instinct to grab her and demand she tell more. It took effort bought by long hours of having delt with errend messengers with too little detail on matters too important t'ignore. Hati might have smelled the emotional turmoil he'd been thrown into, or more likely simply saw it on his face. "You are absolutely sure of this." His voice was harsh, but for him this was one of those things he'd thought never to get an answer on. Even this scrap. It was something. "Is there any way you could be wrong? Any way this could be some trick of eldritch winds or twist in the aetheric stream that's cast your sight crosswise?" His body shook at the prospect, but he wouldn't let himself believe. Not yet... .Not yet would he allow himself hope. Too many questions. Too many variables and Hati could still be wrong.

:'''[[Hati]] has posed:''' Well, at the very least, he didn't actually try to grab her when in that tranced state. Otherwise, the poor ship's captain might have had a few new scars to call his own. Still, his harsh response jolts her from her focus, causing the wolf to blink, turning away from the drink to look up at him. "I see what I see." Hati replies with a faint growl edging into her own voice. With her hands, she shoves the jacket back towards him. "If you didn't want to know, you should have just given me something from one of your crewmen. It would have served as just as good a test." With the jacket handed back off, the wolf takes the drink and throws it back. She is clearly quite used to alcohol. "But next time you want me to get a read off of something, you'd best be willing to pay for it. I'm don't do this out of the kindness of my own heart. And if you want more information than that, you'd best be willing to shed some of your own blood for the reading, or be willing to pay dearly for me to shed mine." His repsonse, clearly, is not sitting well with the wolf, who's tail twitches with irritation.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke answers Hati's irritability by fishing a large coin purse out of his coat and setting it in beside her drink. "Your pay lass." Then without much warning he drew a large heavy knife from his coat. This got the bartender to suddenly have a gun in his hand and a pair of bouncers seem to materialize from thin air. "Peace." Zeke's voice was still rough. "All of you peace. I do no wish harm on this woman. She says I have to bleed for a clearer picture then by God where do you want me to bleed woman? That's my mother out there and I want ot know who has her."

:'''[[Hati]] has posed:''' Those mismatched eyes follow the color of the coin all the way to the bar. When he draws that knife, though, her claws tense. She doesn't react quite as much as the others, but her teeth bare in a distinctly feral show of defiance. When he goes on to explain the reasoning, the wolf's settles, her heckles relaxing as she pushes herself to her feet. "Relax boys." Clearly, even if she's just in a bathing suit, the wolf has no problems taking care of herself. "You." She motions at Zeke, and then does a come-hither motion. "Come with me." It probably looks a bit strange. A woman wearing so very little, walking out from a bar, with a sailor in tow. It probably looks even more strange when she leads him towards the hotel, which has a certain conspicuous red door that some have suggested means that it is a house of ill repute. Assuming that he follows her that far, the girl heads up the stairs without greeting the innkeeper, and then fishes a key out from somewhere to open the door to her room. The room itself has a bed, left unmade, with extra blankets piled up from somewhere. It has a 'lived in' look, since the wolf has likely been here a few days. "Do you mind if I slip into something more comfortable?" She asks, looking over her shoulder.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke sheathed the knife and tipped his hat to the bartender, before further depriving himself of coin to pay them for actually being so speedy to break up what must have looked like a 'dispute' between guests. Then after following thinly clad lass to a house of taudry reputations the Merchant Captain quirked an eyebrow, but his mind was purely on business so he was starting to wonder at both venue and rather blatant attemtps at being provocative. Oh sure he wasnt' Dead so he noticed these things, but his mind was otherwise focused. "Do as you need to lass an just tell me what part I'll need to play in this." He turned his back to Hati then. If this needed to get 'personal' then thats what would happen, but until then he would show respect and behave the part of a gentleman. No mixing business and pleasure. Plus he was finding his mind drifting to a little redheaded lass just then. What would she have thought on the matter? FOr that why did he even care waht she thought?

:'''[[Hati]] has posed:''' With his permission given, Hati steps into the bathroom for a moment. There is some sound, but then she emerges in what is clearly a set of templar's robes. They might even be a familar set. She hadn't bothered returning them after the last time he had loaned her a set, but clearly the wolf-girl and her mouse companion are similar enough in size for them to fit her. Her feet are bare, and the ties of the robes keep it close about her, although wandering eyes could certainly take a look when she moves. Not expecting any questions on her attire, the wolf walks over towards a table which has been set out with a bowl. "Come here. Sit." The wolf explains, motioning to a chair across from her. "The deal is simple. You pay for my room and board here, meals included, until the end of the tournament. I give you as much information as I can." She lets the offer stand, then holds out her hand. "I'll need the coat, too." Hati settles in her own seat, reaching for a bottle set next to it. The room is dimly lit, and it isn't hard to imagine this as a place of sorcerery, or at least a place where certain sly things go on. In the mean time, she pours a liquid out from the bottle, then lights a candle closeby, letting it's light illuminate her features. "Scrying isn't a perfect magic. I can't see people who are dead, or those who are lost to the fall. I also can't see the past or the future, just the present. There are ways to guard against such sight, too. Luckily, it seems the one you're looking for isn't shielded. So I should be able to give you some more information."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke did indeed note the robes and knew their prior owner. Yet he made no questions and instead sat as told. This was the lady's dominion and domain after all. He had taken the opprotunity before then to hang coat and hat on the door. Sure this exposed the fact he had a sword belted but it also removed most of his throwing knives, pistols, and grenades from easy reach alongside this 'phone' thing people had finally convinced him to buy. Then when Hati told him she needed the coat he looked down sheepishly and muttered an invictive before retrieving it and handing it over, guns and all. Sloppy working captain. Sloppy... that or at this point he was grasping at straws. It's not like she was asking for his soul right? "Aye. What price do I need to pay? What hazard for this added clarity?" He had no pad or pen to work with so Zeke would simply have t orely on memory for anything gotten. He shook, fear hitting him now. He was gambling hard here and he hated to gamble. Warned his men about such dealings. The lass here held all the cards and the scales as he saw them were weighted, but what other game was in town.

:'''[[Hati]] has posed:''' Where Zeke didn't have pen or paper, Hati does seem to be prepared. Maybe this is a 'service' that she offers to people on a regular basis. If nothing else, it's clear that she's done this before, since there is a practiced sort of movement, making it almost ritualistic. "Besides the cost of my stay?" Hati muses, and for the first time since she'd begun scrying in the bar, she smirks slightly. "A bit of blood. Blood of the person who wants to find out works well. Blood of the seer works better, but I don't even know your name, so you'll excuse me if I'm not willing to do that." Once he returns with the coat, Hati lays it across her lap. She takes out a sharp looking knife of her own, with a thin blade. She runs the length of it under the fire, the light reflecting in those mismatched eyes. Once it has been cleaned, she holds out her hand for his. "This is going to hurt like hell." She notes, not pulling punches on the fact that some pain is necessary for this sort of dark magic. Should he actually provide that hand, it would be as simple as a quick slice of the knife, then her fingers fold almost intimately around his, holding them over the bowl so that a bit of the blood can fall into it. "Hold there for just a moment." As she releases his hands, Hati grabs up a towel and a roll of bandages, offering both of them out to him as she uses her other hand to grab a sketchpad and pencil. "Now, I'll need you to be quiet. I'll try to describe what I see, and sketch it out, but if you interrupt me and I lose it, I might not be able to get it back."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke held his arm out calmly. What was pain next to finding answers. "My name is Ezekiel Fawkes, Son of Gabrial and Emmily Fawkes. Cut made he spent time bandaging the wound before going for paper and pen. What, no screaming or exclamations about how much the cut hurt? Npe! Zeke had a goal and by thunder he wasn't going ot let a little thing like his body giving lip over a bit of blood spilling.

:'''[[Hati]] has posed:''' Once the blood hits the bowl and she has given her warning, the wolf swirls it slightly with the tip of her finger. "Hati." She doesn't give sire or dam, only that singular name. Where her brother might introduce himself as 'Ulfang', she would never take that surname. she would rather it stay buried forever. "Well, then, let's begin." Her eyes find the red-tinted oil, her fingers clutching the pencil as she starts to sketch. For a time, it's quiet, just the scratching of graphite on paper. "This is the woman you're looking for. Just say yes or no." She slides it across without breaking eye-contact. The wolf is quite skilled when it comes to drawing, and it is a fair approximation of his mother. Now and again, her eyes squint, as if she's looking at something. "They're pirates. Not the very well off kind, either from the look of them." She tilts her head, "This is their leader." She starts another sketch, this time of a man with one eye and a gristly looking beard. "Red hair, blue eyes. He's got a captain's coat, but it isn't his. Imperial navy, I would guess, by the look of it." She sketches it slightly, without looking down. After a moment, she flips the page. "They're docked in an island that looks like this." She draws the rough shape of a small island with a large rock formation that resembles a bird. Surely, with a full sketch like this, some sea-farer would be able to recognize it, if not the face of the captain. "She's a prisoner. There's a couple of others in chains, but I can't tell if they're from her ship or from some other one. They keep them as servants, it looks like, though I'd guess with men at sea..." She trails off, not wanting to explain that one further. "She's a smart one. She's always looking around, trying to get information. Makes her perfect for this. The men are talking..." She squints again, "They're going to be heading for a shore leave, someplace called Tortuga." Two more faces join that of the captain, this time a pair of rather unsightly looking men with bad teeth and scarred faces. "They're looking to pick up a few new crewmates, apparently the last ship they took put up quite a fight. It might be a way in..."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' on getting asked for a straight Yes/No Zeke paused to consider what he knew as well as the last time he saw his mother. Was that her? Would she behave in such a manner? "Yes. That's her." Then he sees the pirate's 'leader' and frowns. "I... Know that man." The corners of his mouth twitched into a frown. "Worked my Da's fishing boat for a couple years, said he was going to join the navy when he came of age wanted experiance.?" There was a touch of sadness to his voice. Better it have been someone he didn't know to have done this. Better it be some faceless Devil instead of someone he'd got on with tolerably well. He exhailed sharp; no help for it. He started noting the details of the man's coat to try getting a sense of rank and position and then promptly discarded that line of thinking when Hati informed him the coat was stolen. More images. Island. Aye. He knew this place. He knew of Tortuga. More than enough information than he could have hoped for. "I.... This I can work with this." He held his knees to keep from trying to grab Hati and break the trance or in some other way foul what happened. "This would be enough lass an' I be grateful for it. However be there anything else that can be found? If there's time then I can gather a proper crew beyond what i have." If it came down to it he felt his crew of Monsters would be enough. However Tortuga. That was Pirate Country there. Lopsided odds even if these rouges would be considered oathbreakers even in their own kind. Best to gather allies and for that he needed to have a sense of how long he had. "If ye canna do that lass no worries. Jus any scrap t'plan with will help."

:'''[[Hati]] has posed:''' As he speaks, pondering over the various aspects of the things she's seen, Hati still focuses on the bowl in front of her. As she does, her expression shifts subtlely, and her own hands grip at the side of her chair. It isn't Zeke who breaks her focus, but the wolf, herself, ears slicked back. With a growl, she turns her head away, as if it required some effort of will. "You... don't want to know the rest." A female on a ship full of pirates. Well, he could certainly imagine some of what she might have seen in that instant. The wolf sits there for a moment, catching her breath, a bit of sweat showing against her bare neck and down along the bit of her cleavage that is visible beneath the robes. "If you want my suggestion... go to Tortuga, con your way into their crew, and get her out quietly. If you go in with your entire ship, they'll just kill her." Hati taps her claw on the drawing of the captain, "He's the one you'll want to kill. If you don't, she will." That said, the wolf sits back in the chair and closes her eyes. There is a reason that she charges a high price for her services, and the exhaustion that comes afterwards is part of it. Seeing this much, forcing herself to see that much, it taxes her strength. "You have maybe three or four days, a week at the most. They won't waste time looking for sailors. They've got some bigger plans in mind. I couldn't catch most of it. It's hard to read the lips of someone who's talking like they're chewing on gravel." Apparently, the pirate accent is quite hard for her to decypher when it isn't audible.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke knew full well what a woman's lot on a ship of that sort would be and how it made his blood boil. "A handful of days. Aye." While taking his Ship was quite impossible even if that would have been the best course would be impossible due to the size of the portals he's seen. "Miss." He started to his feet and looked Hati over curiously, making no move to touch her on the off chance she might lash out of instinct. "I will see to it you are left alone. Rest you well and I thank you." This was wonderful and troubling news indeed. His Mother, and posssibly others of his family, were alive. Yet they were in irons in a den of thieves. "Rest you well." With that he left Munny on the table and departed. He never got her name, but that was something he could find out when he spoke to the man at the front desk. He had plans to make and a ship to intrude 'pon.

Ahoy!

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EzekielFawkes:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/03/04
|Location=Port Royal
|Synopsis=Zeke and Faruja discuss plans for their raid on Tortuga over breakfast.
|Cast of Characters=Zeke, Faruja Senra, Nagetta
|Tinyplot=Family Ties
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' It'd been a couple days since Zeke had left word to diffrent people that he needed aid. While he wasn't entirely pleased at the Church's official indiffrence to the situation he could understand given how stretched thin they wre. On the balance the one Nezu he had hoped would sign on anyway had promised aid and so long as he wasn't directly ordered not to go... Port Royal. Just as hectic and Chaotic near the docks as Zeke remembered. Sure the world was in a rather peculiar spot and all sorts of dark nasties about but life goes on. It has to else everyone's heads go pop from stress. Zeke himself had just finished hauling a few people back from an overly foggy island which he hand't really planed on doing but it was a short enough hop, relatively speaking (and especially with hte aid of a pair of magi that knew how to manipulate the winds to their own use,) before his main jaunt ot Tortuga itself. This was right and prudent as you don't take untried gear into a life or limb situation and it was a good thing he had done so as there were several 'minor' things that could have turned major had he not spotted them. While Zeke's crew was busy wit hrepairs the man himself was waiting 'round an eatery. OK fine it was a bar and it really wasn't that pleasent to look at but it's where he'd left word he'd be findable at. Why here/ Why when the customers tended to be disreputable and the decor was of the 'demolish it and build something better instead' school? Somehow the owner had gotten Coffee in spite of Coffee being the Drink of the upper class. Plus they had some of the best sweetrolls on the island. Never underestimate the value of a good breakfast.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Peeer. Faruja stands outside the bar that his employee slash ally had chosen for their meeting place. Well used to run-down taverns in his time as both Inquisition agent as well as soldier, this one however makes what he's used to seem fit for kings. Nevermind he was here at Port Royal. He'd already racked up one duel challenge from a rude noble, and been forced to knock a few teeth in within the rougher parts of town. He doesn't take well to being referred to as a 'filthy rat'. Sitting down as he enters, the Burmecian smiles. "Dear Captain. Lord bless. Quite the...interesting choice of venue." All said lowly so as not to insult the owners, of course. He'd rather not have his food poisoned or spat in.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke smiled warmly to Faruja and saluted the Nezu Inquisitor with his mug. "I know i know it be a rough and delapidated place." He jerked a thumb at the hefty sized lass working the counter. "But Mabel do be a fine an' forgiving lass." Faruja would have caught scent of Coffee. "This the man you were telling me about Zeke?" Mabel's voice was warm and friendly. When Zeke nodded she poured a second mug of coffee and went to retrieve somethign from the kitchen that, on her return was a plate of bacon, eggs, sweet rolls all on a clean ceramic plate and smelling apppetizing. "Lord bless and keep you Sir Knight." Zeke took another drink. "But I find the service more than makes up for the decore." Sure no two pieces of furnishing matched in the place and the two other customers were grey haired wild bearded sorts that looked like they'd litterally washed up a few hours before, but the food smells were pleasent and unlike many of the other residents of Port Royal Mabel herself didn't give pause or show any horror at Faruja's obvious inhuman nature.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Mmm. Coffee. A plate is brought over, the ratling soon sipping. Standing, Faruja offers a bow to the proprietess. "Well met, M'Lady. Such thoughtful service is a boon to any establishment." Then, sitting, he takes up eating. Breaking teeth and generally defending one's race and honor make a nezu hungry! Nom. "My reputation precedes me, then. Pray tell the good Captain has shared less folly than righteousness." "And you as well, dear Lady. Do allow me to pick up the good Captain's meal, hmm? Those whom labor well in the Lord's service deserve that much at least." Then, he turns to the Captain. "So. Tell me, doth the sea grant thy fortune for good or ill?" he starts, turning things to business.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta smelled something good as she made her way into the eatery. She hadn't eaten in a few days and it was getting a bit hungry. She nods at Zeke and Faruja as she makes her way in. She feels a bit more relaxed with familiar faces around. Hopefully, she wouldn't get in trouble for coming in here. Lamias aren't welcome in a lot of places.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke shook his head. "Just got back from a short hop to make sure my aquisition works as well as advertised. Both fortunate in that there are repairs that needed making, and shameful in how much I had to pay for even this much." Seriously he was like... almost broke. However the ship would be His. "While out an about I caught sight of Miss Zia an a few others. Short story we ended up stumblin onto a group of the sorriest pirates ever claiming th'title lookin fer somethin. No fightin' Small favors. Managed t'find a fine pair of boots an a watch. Not sure where the Watch came from as it not be from here." Before he could continue Nagetta slithered in. Mabe blinked at the Lamia and smiled warmly after a slight pause. "You." SHe sounded both amused and cross as she addressed Zeke. "You didn't tell me more company was coming." Then to Nagetta she gestured to an empty spot at the counter. "Sit... or whatever it is seems comfortable I'll have fresh made soon enough." Food smelled good. God help this woman she didn't know how much Nagetta could eat. Yet she seemed genuinely friendly. Zeke tipped his hat to the lass. "Miss Zia, Emi, an another found portions of a map I'm offerin t'help decipher. After all be it from here I am the best choice an if it lead t'nother shard any personal deprivement of welth be worth th'reward."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja tilts one ear as he listens. "Did you now?" The mention of Zia has him smiling widely, before he coughs and regains his composure. The mention of a watch has him nodding. "Interesting. Mayhap you should have it examined. Know you whether 'tis but a watch, or something more magical in nature?" Inquires the Templar, before turning to spy a certain lamia slithering on in. "Ahh, Lord bless Lady Nagetta! Come, come. You look famished, my dear. Meals are on me." Poor rat. He too may just go broke soon, with those very words. He perks up again at the mention of a map, the ratling pulling aside a chair to let Nagetta have a spot to coil up in. "Quite. The shards simply cannot be estimated in value. Well done. Let me know should it come to anything, I may just be able to convince my superiors of the necessity of lending more direct aid."

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' "Thank you." Nagetta takes a seat on the chair, coiling her tail below her so she can fit on it. That's a better reaction then she got from a lot of people. "Are you sure about that?" Her attention turns towards Faruja. You didn't know how much she could eat if she was hungry enough. Thankfully for him, she wasn't completely starving. "A map, is there anything I can do to help?" She's not sure if she can decipher it, but there must be something. She grins a bit as she hears Emi's name.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "It do be a watch." At those words Zeke fished the pocketwatch out to let Faruja examine. It looked like your classic 19th century pocketwatch save that it didn't work and it's hands were stuck at 4:30. "I only know it canna be native of this world an it was found in a box of rusted an rotted junk." Maybel had brought out a plate of Bacon, Eggs, bisquits. Lady worked fast, that or she was already cooking when Nagetta slithered in. Probably the latter given Zeke had been here for awhile. Oh and fresh coffee, black, with honey for sweatener. "Also lucked out an foun a fresh pair of boots. Very comfortable, an feels like they be made fer me. The rest of the clothes not so much. In fact with a wee bit o trimming an stitchin Miss Ariel might find a few t'her likin." There was a soft laugh and the captain hid the sudden flush by turning attention to his food. "Suspect she would be interested with a wardrobe with a story to it rather than finery for it's own sake. Besides, several of th'shirts are quite well made." The pants? While she did seem the more pro-active sort of girl Zeke just couldn't see Ariel wearing pants. Besides most of his human crew had raided the contents of the footlocker he'd brought back. Then Nagetta asked how she could help. "Actually y'both can help with a wee... personal matter. Me mother's alive, fled when th'world started breakin apart yet she's in the 'tender' care of some git currently weighin anchor at Tortuga." Pause. Thankfully for him Mabel didn't seem to be the sort to chime in and the other patrons were busy with their game of cards, or talk... or whatever the two old salts were up to. "I only have a couple days t'get her an whoever else is in irons with her. I have a plan... but I neeed people t'help pull it off."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' A small nod, and Faruja smiles. "I shall be sure to point you to someone whom can properly appraise it." He comments on the watch. Tail flicking, he turns to Nagetta. "Hardly could I allow you to go hungry. Eat, please. Pay no worry to it." Famous last words of Faruja's bank account. His face goes grim at the mention of Zeke's mother. Remembering well his own lost kin, he stares the merchant in the eye. "Go on." There's an edge in his voice that wasn't there a moment ago, righteous anger bubbling beneath the surface.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta's eyes light up as she sees the food, and grabs an entire piece of bacon. She sticks in it in her mouth and swallows it without chewing. She then turns a bit red as she realizes, "Oops, I'm suppose to take smaller bites and chew..." She remembers the proper manners she was taught. "Sure, I can help with that." The lamia would be a good distraction if nothing else. "Just tell me what to do. I don't know much about boots and pants." She doesn't wear them of course. "The shirts do sound nice though." Sure, she might be half snake, but's she still female and interested in clothing.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke watched Mabel stare at Nagetta's almost litteral inhailing of the entire platter. "Huh... Well this is going t'be interestin'." She gave Faruja a level look. "Still sure you wanna pay her way Sir?" After that The Captain eyed Nagetta appraisingly. "Depends. How well cn you swim?" Beat. "OK depending on if you can or not here's what I"m thinking. Notall of my money was spent on the Talisman." Apparently that was a ship of some sort, or it could be something else. However it was Important. "I'd, before leaving Traverse, gotten hold of a quantity of explosives. Dunna ask how, an way t'set these explosives off from afar. What I need is someone who can put these charges beneath th'water line of several ships as once things get hairy we be needin t'ensure persuit isn't possible an where we go will be a hostile port. Pirates everywhere, guns blazin, Once our hand tips," He paused to try sorting himself. Tortuga was a place of legend and story. A haven of pirates and outlaws. "Tortuga is a bad place full of bad men. Despirate men. It isn't completely lawless though an these sort do have generally a code of conduct atwix themselves. They will band together when we show that we are outsiders after one of their own." then to Faruja he gave a level glance. Behind his eyes a storm was brewing. "Much as i would love t'have this man's head hanging off the bow of my ship Miss Hati says they be plannin somethin and whatever that be it's liable t'be important." From an inside pocket of his coat he pulled out a sketch she'd made of the man and another of the bits of ship she'd seen. "That man. He must be taken alive and able to speak. He has....." Headshake. "A bound and defensless woman aboard a pirate's ship..... I dunna wish t'think of the particulars an th'crime is why I'm gon be part of th'distraction instead o the strike team. Too much risk I'll simply run th'<GOOSEHONK> through an be cone with it." Then Zeke paused to look around just in time to see a goose waddle thorugh the front door. Sigh. "Shoo!"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja /stares/ as the snake-woman inhales her food at an impressive rate. Turning slowly to Mabel, he steels himself, and nods. "A Temple Knight is hardly one to rescind his word, M'Lady!" With every bite Nagetta takes, he can practically feel a coin slipping out of his pocket. Be brave, rat! Slowly, despite the grim matter at hand, Faruja smirks. Excitement at the prospect of some real action begins to take over. One doesn't become a knight without loving danger, after all. "Well then! We shall simply have to make the best of things. Certainly thy crew can handle their seamanship, 'tis all in your hands come our escape by sea. Quality over quantity, as they say." The thought of half of the port being against them doesn't seem to phase the rat. Indeed, he almost looks pleased at the prospect of slaying a few outlaws. A swift nod. The rat quickly memorizes the man's features. "Ahh, he knows the location of our captive then. If it pleases you, once we take him, I shall have the dear Lady Inquisitor ferret out the information. She is quite good at that sort of thing." A pause. "Provided you did not wish to...interrogate...him personally. Few seem to survive their confessions after a few weeks."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' One ear perks, however. "...When did you last speak with Hati?" he asks, suddenly. The Burmecian can't quite hide a look of hope on his features, as well as deep concern.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' "Well, I can eat less I know most people don't eat for a long time all at once." Nagetta didn't want to be too much trouble. "I can swim fairly well." She notes "But I think I would be easier to notice." She's fairly long after all, and certainly stands out in a crowd. "I can try and charm the information out of him if you would like?" Of course that doesn't it always work and he could always panic upon seeing her.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke snorted dismissivly. "I do not know where his ultimate fate should end up Sir knight. Mayhap he's not entirely at fault. Mayhap this is the extent he can do t'keep those held" His Mother.... nO Block it. Push it aside. Worry later. Focus on it as an abstract rescue job. "While Hati gave more than I had right to expect and well worth every coin paid she couldn't read lips. Somethin 'bout local accent playin' merry havok for her." There was a deep breath as he considered the matter of 'interrogation'. His own crew had been threatened with this. He's had a tour of the facilities and means this would happen with when he stood up to the foul tempered screamy man who was originally his overseer. "If it comes to Questioning th'man," He emphasized 'question' as if it were an activity of importance, "I ask that I be there t'watch. Wouldn't be right fer me t'put a man to hazard an go about my way." He did not sound like he enjoyed the idea. iN fact it made him just a little ill, but it would be on his hands that this would happen so he wouldn't back away from watching the result. "I spoke with Miss Hati a few days back. She warned I had at best a week t'act afore a new crew be located and this man take t'sea again." He looked from Faruja then to Nagetta. "Hm. My plan had been as Ariel has a good singing voice to have a prformance drawn in with promise of free rum an othe rrefreshments while Faruja leads those 'board ship. Miri and John are already on th'way there t'find the ship that we need t'target. Faruja will lead once information has been gathered as he seems the proper choice." Then he looked to Nagetta. "Ye be rather long, but ye also might be mistaken fer mermaid... an given how they be takin in these parts that be protection all its own." Saw a ship that'd escaped the heartless only to be litterally ripped t'shreds. "However I leave Faruja in charge with who he wishes on his team." Though a thought had suddenly hit. Just as Mabel brought out a whole pig. Whole. Roasted and glazed before setting it in front of Nagetta. Strong lady if she's able to heft a ham like that around. "I'd brought hte guns off the Reliant through an the Talasmin far as i know can out-fight anythin short o a man of war, and even then it'd be a stalemate situation. I can hitfrom further off an more accurately, but in this instance we potentially be outmanned ten ships t'one. S'why I wish t'even things out by havin demolition charges set t'cause mahem in our wake." Plus there was One gun.... More specifically the shells that this gun had been prepped to fire. It cost him near as much as the ship to have crafted. Rifled slugs infused with magics that would make them hit with the power and force of a gun three times it's size. Everything he had was sunk into this. It was, after all. His Mother. Yet there was more here. "However not all take th'life o piracy by choice an, like Sparrow, not all are inherently wicked men. If at all possible I wish t'try appealin t what better nature might stil lexist. We need all we can in this war. Any ideas Ser Knight on how t'both prepare t'level th'place an yet hold back on those that wish t'aid our efforts?"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja silently takes in both of his companion's words, frowning lightly. The matter of the wolfess takes up much of his attention. A few days ago. Prior to the celebration in Fluorgis. It all starts to fit together quite well, and the rat shivers. "'Tis your operation, Ser Fawkes. If you wish to be so...merciful to those whom deprive others of their Lord-given freedom rather than meting out righteous justice, well...you are a merchant. I suppose I cannot fault you." Clearly the pair have differences of opinions when it comes to slaving pirates! A glance to the naga. "That would be for the best. Easiest way, if he is of weak will. You shall come with the assault team. Given the performance, your length shan't be overly obtrusive methinks." Turning back to Zeke, trying to ignore the entire pig that the nagaess is no doubt about to consume, the rat nods. "Then, good Captain, we simply need something more subtle than simple firearms. There are a few newly made Temple Wizards that could do with a bit of target practice. From what I know, the locals are a superstitious, ignorant lot...no offense to current company...and seem to believe our Faram-given magic is witchery. Considering the lack of enchantments against flame, well...I think it shall do nicely, hmm?"

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' "Do you want to share this with me?" Nagetta looks at the entire pig, a bit surprised. She hadn't plan on eating that much. She was hungry, not completely starving. "A mermaid?" She's kind of curious if there's any water snake people here now. Or just normal snake people. "I see, I shouldn't eat a whole pig if I'm going to go swimming soon." That would just weigh her down. She just cuts off one of it's legs for now. "The assualt team? I think I can manage that."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "What i Want Faruja is to flay the man. Strip him of everything and leave his exit from this world as weeks of pain and screaming." Zeke's words were suddenly hard. Maybe it was Faruja's insistence on Zeke being merciful. "He's a slaver and he's taken my family from one horror into another. However" Deep breath. "He has information that might be of importance. I do not believe /all/ of Tortuga though should suffer that fate. We might have aid if this be played right. Tat man though." A man he had for a time treated as he would a brother. He was a man that crewed alongside him and his older bother on his father's boat. "That man.... After we have our answers I want him screaming." There was sudden coldness to his voice. "Even your inquisition's methods I would consider too kind with what he's done to my family." He shuddered both at how easy it was for his mind to go to such a dark place and because he had been daught to show mercy and compassion as the lord had shown unto man for their collective transgressions. "Yes... I am ill suited for the direct assault so I leave the particulars in your hands. Perhaps..." He started to grin slowly. "A little smoke and thunder to go with the display I had in mind so I cn personally make an appeal. England. The Spanish. The Other powers of the world all seem to think slavery itself is fine and proper. 'Save' a native populous by putting them in chains, wipe their culture from the map. I dunna care what heathen gods they had before. T'make a man quite claim over their own culture that completely and tell him he is now no better tha na piece of furnishing." Mabel summed up Zeke's thoughts by spitting at something on the other side of the counter.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' The outburst by Zeke is taken calmly by the Templar. A small nod. "Such can be arranged. My apologies." The rat smoothly counters, crossing his legs. "However, the greater concern is thy dear kin. All simply enough contrived, my dear Merchant. Truly, and I thought Ivalice to be vile. Whatever the politics, at least we keep our evils amongst each other, rather than reaching out to place others in chains." Standing, the rat nods. "Then I have much to prepare. Here, for the meal. Oh, and M'Lady Mabel? Take the rest as thy well earned wage. Ladies, Ser, by your leave. I shall meet thee both once everything has been arranged."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke bowed politely to the Nezuian then got to his feet before offering a hand to Nagetta. "Shall we then? Port Royal has much to offer. Jewelry, finery, games of skill and chance. Art.... All that the New World has.... Had... Wahtever. It's a grand city. Care to take a stroll?" Smile. Time to put the bleak mood behind him. Enjoy the day for tomorrow we may die.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta cringes a bit at Zeke's comment. She knows Zeke's upset and isn't going to argue with him. Still thinking is painful. She finishes eating, before getting up and taking his hand. "Thanks for the meal, it was quite good." It should keep her full for a while at least. "Sure, if I won't cause too much trouble by being around.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke waved a hand dismissivly. "They be needin t'get used t'the stranger ways of the worlds." He didn't much care what anyone thought. The lass wasa friend. "Besides. I figure y'might like t'see the stuff I'd gotten off the island last night."

Pirate Radio

2013-03-30T06:30:53Z

EzekielFawkes:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/03/28
|Location=Tortuga Harbor
|Synopsis=Zeke has asked, begged, bartered, and hired a group of people to help rescue family from being sold into slavery. To do that though a diversion has to be created. This is the first part of that story.
|Thanks=Oblivion
|Cast of Characters=Zeke, Nagetta, Rosemarie, Ariel, Margaux Fleury, Myla Mason
|Tinyplot=Family Ties
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Tortuga, port city of Pirates, Theves, Refugees, and anyone in the caribbean it seems that had no place in 'propper' society. Zeke's men, those he had sent ahead days ago, had reported via one of those wonder devices he picked up in his travels (Radio actually but even understanding the concept is Science rather than Magic it's still something memorable to a man of the era of High Piracy.) So Zeke turned to those who had answered his requests for aid. First his attention focused on Ariel, who he had done as best as he could in finding clothes that would both let her blend in a little better than what she had worn before, but not call too much attention to her being a rather lovely woman. The results... were good on the former, but there was no hiding the lady for what she was. "Miss Ariel. We're due in port soon. If you do not think ye be up to th'task it's no shame to back out. These be rougher sorts than ye be used to an even if ye wish t'sit out I can still use yer eyes." Then to Rosemarie his attention turned. "Lady elf. I do hope your concoctions be ready and potent. Yer efforts and aid i do appreciate but... This be a hard course ahead. It is good you came t'oversee this affair. Make sure there's no last minute snags." To Nagetta and Myla then his attention turned. "Both of ye, I thank you." There was a hitch in his voice when he spoke as theirs was the one task that he Ariel and Rosemarie's tasks were intended co cover. Well their efforts as well as that of the strike team waiting for their signal. He didn't know how these c4 charges worked other than 'stick to what you want blown up. hit button and they go boom... and it all supposedly works underwater too. "Just plant the charges and fall back. If these gizmoes work as intended we can push a button while away from th'harbor an." He made a 'poof' gesture with his hands, fingers expanding out as they moved away to imply an explosion. "Wait until Ariel has their attention. If yer task be done before time t'go I want eyes waiting in case things go amiss and my men need bailing out. Simple idea really. AT TORTUGA "Oi!" A lank man put a hand on Miri's shoulder. "Wot be that thar?" He pointed to a cluster of squarish things connected by wires and cables to eachother with more leading off and away. "Don't worry friend." Miri wore her human face. Light skin, dark hair, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Merely setting up for entertainment due any time now.." She gestured to a bucket of ice, which on it's own would have raised eyebrows but it also contained bottles of cold (!) beer. "Have a drink. Rest. Call your friends over. "Oh Aye.." The man, after getting shown how to open one of the bottles took a slow sip, swished and took another drink. "This be a wonder all it's own." He looked from Miri to the chilled beverage. "What be th'catch lass?" "No Catch Ser Sailor." Miri's smile was genuine and her words held an honest tone to them. "These are dark times and this port filled with people driven hard. Me and my friends offer song and sustainance. After all the Lord himself came down not to mingle with the lords and Nobles but the poor and downcast. Free admission." She held u panother bottle. "Bring your friends. Bring everyone you can." Meanwhile others were busy setting up the stage itself... More a cleared section of dock that happened to have enough space for insturments, amps, speakers, and whatnot to be prepared. To the cultured eye it looked like an absurde blend of eighteenth century port city and twentieth century rock concert. All thorugh it all stood five men in preastly robes chanting soft prayers to Farem and looking on at nothing in particular. They were, mostly, taken as either insane or missionaries and left to their own devices, which was just as well really.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "I'm up to the task!" Ariel says, a little insulted perhaps that Zeke might still think otherwise. But, she does pause. "Now, we're supposed to be a distraction, so, it's okay to use magic...?" That seems to be pretty attention-getting.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Of course Nagetta didn't really have any idea how the explosive worked either. Just that you pushed a button and things blew up. Hopefully, she wouldn't draw too much attention to herself. There's no telling what reaction she might get from the pirates. Her attention turned towards the stage equipment not really being familiar with it either. Where had Zeke came across such technology? She's not sure about all of this, but she was a bit quiet with all the strangers present.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Margaux de Fleury was not a part of the main plan. The Death Corps member only became involved in this caper in the eleventh hour. Thankfully, the redheaded fencer was well-equipped to help out thanks to her former trade of being a dancer. Her objective was simple, she was going to hide in plain sight and keep an eye open in case things took a turn for the worst. Her outfit consists of a white peasant blouse that leads into purple, yellow, red, and blue skirt that is held to her body with a bright green sash. The dancer's garb is complemented by a multitude of jewelry that jostles and clunks together everytime she moves. The purpose of her outfit was simple, she was to if need be draw attention to her and away from the others if everything went pear-shaped. And if -that- plan didn't work, Margaux had hid a rapier near to the stage being set up. It always pays to have a backup plan to the backup plan.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason hd met the strangest captain some time ago. Zeke was certainly a man of the sea but he wasn't one of her people. He wasn't tied to the water like she was. Still he'd needed help and she'd been willing to hear him out. She'd not expected to encounter the Lamia Dragoon again but such is Fate isn't it? She listens to the plan and nots it semed solid enough. She had to wonder though just what would they be facing at this point?

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Rosemarie was contracted for a very specific task to aid in Zeke's plan. It would not be too much of a stretch to assume that Rosemarie helping directly is an oddity (it is), but sometimes the only person qualified for the job is Rose herself. Other times her employees are too occupied or too incapacitated to be sent out. Whatever the case she's on board the ship with the others as they're heading in to port. "Oh of course, sugarplum. I always make certain things come together splendidly for a steady customer," she smiles before corking a bottle and placing it alongside several others in her bag. Once they're in Tartuga Rosemarie is nowhere to be found. At least, not immediately. Zeke, Ariel, and anyone else whose seen her regularly may notice that one of the hostesses tending to refreshments looks oddly familar. She's a raven-haired, dark skinned girl dressed in a white blouse and red skirt with a purple sash around the waist. At present, she's checking the food and distributing drinks to the early arrivals.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "What new devilment be this?" Bob, the sailor that Miri had introduced to the wonder of Cold Beer, had indeed gone to show his friends. This one, Tom, and yes that was the man Zeke was here to find, simply felt of the bottles. It was warm out. Given this was the caribbean Warm wasn't a surprise. IT was the fact the drink was cold as the middle of winter that was cause for amazement. "And this lass said something of entertainment and refreshments?" There was doubt in his voice. There had to be a catch. "I know man it's daft innit?" Bob sounded enthusiastic in spite of himself. "Seen several barrels like this set up, and there's word tell of more on the way." "Hmmm..." Tom had brushes enough with sorcerous and eldritch doings in the past months. "Be this a chance for a trap?" "by who? Brits and Spanish both be tied up defendin themselves. I say we all show." The third voice belonged to an elderly chap, bearded and having a peg leg. "If it be some new witchcraft I want as many there t'fight as possible. "Aye!" All in the bar sounded agreement at that before going out ot gather more of their friends. Nevermind the caution. There was beer to be had! ON SHIP "I am sorry Ariel. You've been practicing hard but for now let's start wit hsong." Zek's voice was soft as he spoke, trying to discourage such... Drastic means yet. I have Faruja's magi working effects. Your magic I want in Song unless things go horrible. Then you're there to watch my back. That I know you're up to lass." He did the best he could to project confidence. Then he spun to turn to Nagetta and the guitar she had brushed against. On picking the insturment up he stroked it's ocean blue paint and smiled while strumming a little. As it wasn't plugged in only muted sounds were made. "Miss Nagetta. Miss Myla. I have faith in both of you." Then his attention turned to everyone, those going on shore and everyone on ship. "My faith is with all of you. Friends, Followers, People hoping for a quick bit of coin. You're here because I thought you were the best," That he could get at a moment's notice. "You do your jobs no matter what strangeness be seen out there. It be mere illusion and theatrics. Twists of Magic and Mania to dazzle and confuse. If luck be with us I'll have tom down in th'hold affore this day's done an my family freed." He had sent word to Jack that he would give the man a ship for his aid, but given how.... unpredictable that man was he couldn't say for sure where, how, or even if he'd show. AT TORTUGA "Yer alright lass?" Jon looked Margaux over carefully. Sure she seemed competent in her own way but he'd never seen the woman in action. "They're mostly refugees. Mostly bound to scatter or stare rather than fight." The big man had hoped to provide comfort. "It's not an army thank God." He sat behind a drum set as he spoke, waiting for their lead and vocals to show. Meanwhile a diminuative woman, dark of skin and dressed strangely for the period was busy touching diffrent bits and bobs connected to oen of the boxes mumbling this that and eight other things in technical gibberish. At each touch there was a small blue-white spark from her hands to diffrent things which caused needles on a device in her other hand to move this way and that. Satisfied, apparently, she got up and moved on. There were surprises in these black boxes beyond being able to make Noise. Unexpected and hopefully delightful in their own way. She hoped that there would be someone out in the crowds that might appreciate what gifts eh would leave. HOURS LATER "Land Ho!" came the cry from the crow's nest. "Land Ho!" Zeke snapped to life as did his crew making ready to dock. Last minute bustle and noise was about even after they had been tied off and Things, likely of Rosemarie's design, were being carted from the holds. Zeke gave Ariel's shoulder a squeeze. "You'll start us off then? I'll play the way. do not hesitate if any get too close for comfort's sake." With that he was away, his guitar plugged into an apperatus worn under his great coat so when he started playing it was a jangly tune that carried not only about his immediate person but was picked up and played by ever yspeaker cluster through port and stage. This sudden burst of noise prompted Zeke's 'band', in reality members of his crew that had shown aptitude for the task, to join in on what he hoped to be a bombastic enterance. The Magi had joined in by weaving a spell that, apparently, caused the clouds to part, sea breezes to blow away the stench and noise of town in favor of the foods and melody this ship brought. Even though they were of religious bend and Godfearing mentality even they nodded approvingly at the music that now played. It was energizing. It was uplifting and merry. It was... This world's first taste of the Glories of Metal. Mostly the crowd just stared slack jawed not sure what to make of this new sound and yet... and yet there were a great many that started gathering at the stage, involentarily forming a clear path for Zeke and his crew in the process so they progressed unimpeeded. This was something New. It was Bright. It was... Fun. It seemed to capture the spirit of the town quite nicely.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel laughs a little at Zeke's comment. She's not disappointed at all. Singing is kind of her favorite thing, and so she's sure she can happily contribute to that as well. It takes her a moment to catch up with the blaring of the band. But when she does, she starts singing along, wordlessly at first, to match their tune. Even wordless, her voice does draw distracting attention. There's something about it. But only other pirates have probably heard the like.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' All the noise from the music makes Nagetta cringe. It's not that she hates it, it was just a bit hard on her ears. She knows it was necessary for their plan. Besides, she would be underwater and unable to hear it soon enough. Of course, there's no telling what might be waiting down below for her. She would have to rely on her spear and magic, jumping wouldn't be a good idea after all.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Margaux may have picked up the sword in recent times, but she is still quite a talented dancer. She was an a learned practicer of the bewitching dances that Ivalice and Ordalia were known for. Many people underestimated the power of a dancer can hold over a crowd. But it looks like such a thing would not even be needed by the elaborate plan that Zeke has dreamed up. The strange equipment that was being fiddled with by a...stagehand...causes Margaux to look over distractedly. What -was- all of that equipment anyways? Her blue eyes seek out the person who addressed her and she flashes a demure smile in response. "One can never be too careful in a place like this," replies Margaux in Ordalian accent which might end up sounding much more like a French accent to those present from this world. She shrugs her shoulders and motions around herself vaguely. "But if there is no trouble, then at least we will have a great positon to watch the show from, no?" Finally, it was the strange music that is countered with some beautiful singing was sign enough that everything was so far going to plan. The magical breeze that cleared out the certain colorful stink of the port was much appreciated as well. It was now Margaux's turn to get into positon so to speak. She gathers up her skirts an parks herself in front of the stage. While it takes a moment for Margaux to adjust to this sort of music, she picks up the beat soon enough. It was time to dance and hopefully influence some others to do so as well. The more Pirates dancing and being merry, the less they were watching over the rest of Zeke's merry band when the next phase of this little operation went into effect.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason has been prepared as best she can she ponders about the remains of both countties it seems this world got off better than her's at least one city made it through even if it was a den of pirates, that's something right? "I been called a Sea Witch." She seems rather amused at this bit she looks over to Ariel for a moment then before she turns hert attention backt o Zeke she's a bit distraction, not that anyone would know she's trying to get a feel for the water. "Shock and Awe, I get the concept. Should work hopefully."

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Not-Rose continues to pour drinks and serve food. She handles plates and trays gracefully, balancing several at a time as she gets tables set. When she's not doing it herself she takes to managing the other staff so that any guests that have arrived are accounted for. That is, until Ariel starts singing. "Oh, she's splendid," Not-Rose observes, possibly making a mental note to ask her about it later. In the meantime, she starts handling the tables closest to the stage, even if she finds herself covering her ears a bit due to the accompaniment.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' As Ariel Sung Zeke's music changed. It was difficult to find a transition point that satisfied him but even he was not immune to Ariel's voice. Those that had never heard her? The gathering of men and women alike when she joined made Zeke's efforts pail in comparison. Yet even with the grandness of technology and talent overshadowed by a simple woman's voice Zeke powered on moving into something more familiar. Still happy, ut at the same time thoughtful as the song described a man's voyage into the unknown chasing after dreams. "See mate?" Bob clamped Tom across the back. "Wha'd i tell ya. Innit worth any doubts y'might've had?" Tom for his part felt uneasy. Something about the man on the guitar. Something familiar and disturbing but there wasn't enough there to jog his mind clear. Elsewhere Ships that Zeke had singled out as well as the one ship that was to be boarded and, if possible, taken over, could be found easily. The guards, more or less people each captain had wanted to watch their ship, had started to grow distracted by the sudden den of noise but just as alluring as the enchanted song was the promise of food. Many of these men had been on shift for hours with only hard-tac or jerked meat as sustanance. "Scrum?" A man had tried to stop one of his fellows. "Scrum whatcha doin man?" "What's it look like I'm havin a right propper meal y'<HOOONK>" Scrum blinked and looked about before throwing a piece of cast-off at a goose that'd somehow gotten free and was wandering the docks. "G'wan you!" He made shooing motions til the offending bird waddled off indignently. Beneath the waves were no men and apparently only a few critters. If first looks were to be believed an easy enough in and out job. Yet something felt wrong. Both Myla and Nagetta wold feel something in the water. Not a Creature or Beast but a preasence that seemed to be on the waves watching. Waiting... As Zeke played and Pirates were Entertained Tom took a drink from Not-Rose and tried to stop her. "Lass. Who be that there?" He pointed to the stage. "What ship did he come on and why? There be no profit made from all of this."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel grabs a loose pirate, and dances a bit, during the instrumental bit that intros the song. She has finally learned a little bit about how to make dancing work, since it was one of her Top things to learn to do while she was visiting the land. Right now, there's not much that could bring her down. The last few weeks have felt like a weird dream, though she knows she'll someday have to wake up... When the words begin, she sings them along well - she's learned the songs for the set prior to the show. But she's trying not to think about the sadness in them as she transmits that to the audience.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' The Dancer known as Margaux de Fleury just keeps on dancing. As she dances both by herself and with the random party-goer, Margaux does her best to keep an eye on the others. Hmm. It's that girl from before! Margaux would think it strange that they both seemed to be dancing every time they met, but what else would you expect when you keep running into each other at party like events. Regardless, Margaux will keep a protective eye out on Ariel when she dances with some of the pirates. Redheads have to stick together, afterall.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta indeed feels something strange in the water as she swims. It awfully quiet, shouldn't there be more sea life around here? Of course she does have to surface once in a while for air, but she does her best to not get noticed. Of course the snake tail made that easier said then done.

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Not-Rose does indeed stop, if briefly, when called to. "Beggin' your pardon, guv'nah, but I've been so busy in the kitchen I 'aven't 'eard 'is name. Chap says 'e's tryin' to share the wealth of a good haul." Not Rose pours Tom a bit more to drink. "Methinks 'is generosity'll get the better of 'im, but ooh am I to judge? Good friends is more valuable than any gold they says."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke laughed deep and loud to cover the gap between songs. "Enough of this! Enough of Meloncolly and Storm! Away with dread and morass. Why?" He punctuated the beat with a quick strum of his guitar. "Because. YOU ARE A PIRATE!" For the next few minutes, if nothing else, all was merry and proud revelry in the fact all here were in their own ways outside of the law. Even he was caught up in the mood. There were many bands across many worlds that reveled in the outlaw image and what better outlaw than a crowd of pirates? Beneath the waves an inky blackness gathered. It had no form on it's own until summoned but sommoned it had been and was being drawn by the thunderous noise and roar from above. It saw Lamia and Sea Witch alike and reached for them. Too thick shadows that didn't belong could be seen for a moment before it receeded. There was a better target. One who's heart lay bare by the rush and roar and exaultation. Zeke continued on with a jaunty tune about a ghost of a man recounting his debauched life and priding himself on making the same of it given a second chance when he saw Tom. His hands faultered for a moment and he was thankful to God that he was not having to sing. But.... His hands started playing. It wasn't the next tune in line. The Magi knew this as their cue though no matter if it was moved up from the plan. While Zeke played alone the wind picked up gathering clouds and slowly swirling at the waters. He sang of what happened. The fall of his world. Of a man seeing the oncomming storm and gathering what he could unto ship and setting sail. Tom looked about. "How...?" His voice was a whisper as the song went from contemplative to an all out rage filled account of the man's ship getting boarded, overun, captured. It was a spot on account of what he had done. "God's name how?" Clouds gathered and turned from white to grey as the winds picked up. Thunder rolled somewhere in the distaince and there was a bell tolling. Something was diffrent about Zeke. Rosemarie might have spotted some shadow. Some... Thing that wasn't meant to be there. She might have even sensed it's malicious intent as it snaked from here to there and finally struck unseen by even his crew at the 'good' captain. Zeke laughed again. This time an unhealthy maddened laugh that seemed to reverberate around and through. "Thomas. Son of Benjamin and Ann." He abandoned the guitar as he slowly advanced to the edge of the stage with something very much approximating hate and or murder in his eyes. He made no move for either sword or gun but Tom stood there for all the world like he faced Judgement Almighty. "Do. You. Fear. Death?"

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel sings merrily along with the happier song. People are definitely watching her, when she sings, it's captivating in a way that probably ties to her natural magic. But there is something that stops her... and gets everyone else's attention, when shadows begin to form. She doesn't know the words to Zeke's new song. It wasn't on her list. "...What's happening?" she asks, looking for Rosemarie. "Is it the Heartless?"

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason is suprised at the music she shifts back a bit to listen to the song to enjoy it without getting too distracted herself bu the music. She doesn't focus too hard on it as she's well as the song starts a Pirate? She almost cna't help but trying to not laugh she looks at Zeke as he contiunes she's not much musically inclinded cept she knows what she like meanwhile she contiunes to work. She's got charges to plant things to do right? The distraction is in full swing, so plkanting the demo charges is what she's doing. It should make a heck of an impression once they are all set.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' It seems that Margaux should have been keeping an eye on Zeke and not Ariel. The sudden change in his behavior and in the weather was troublesome to put it lightly. For the first time that day, Margaux frowns and not-so-politely excuses herself from the person that she was dancing with so that she can gravitate closer to where she hid her sword. Somethings just never seem to go to plan, but who could have predicted -this-?

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Not-Rose raises an eyebrow when things start to get dark. Shadows gather and the sea roils. It is troubling. Ariel asks her what's going on and Rose's face takes a strange expression. As if something just dawned upon her. She moves closer to Ariel, trying to lead her farther away from Zeke. "I can't answer that one, sugarplum, but I think it's best if you and I get to higher-ground.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta feels something nearly grab her, but watches as it suddenly leaves. She knows it's trouble, but getting the demo charges in place was more important. If they weren't in place the plan would be a failure. She just hopes that the others can deal with whatever that was.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "Faram..." One of the magi tried to snare Zeke but their magic just slid away as Zeke pushed both dancers aside. "You stand accused of taking what is mine." Bob as well as a few others were boken from the trance of music only to look on in a mix of facination and orror. Was this part of the show? Why wer ethe pretty skies gone? Why were the clouds dark? Was that a demon's skull grinning at them from on high? Tom was flung onto the stage, whether by Zeke's hand or some invisible force could be debated over and over agai nas people saw a bit of both and no two accounts would line up. He backed away from the now enraged and possibly posessed Captain. "Ezekiel?" He finally put a name to the face, but it was the coat that was the give-away. "I didn't know man I didn't-" Zeke grabbed him by the throat and lifted him. "It shouldn't have mattered." Lift. His other hand supported the man so he wouldn't strangle. "You were raised as good as my brother. Come hell or high water we swore we'd watch for eachother." His eyes were clouded, dull. Some might see Things swarming from him to the clouds above, mists that neither budged nor seemed ot have a discernable source. "When both came you Ran." He flung Tom down to his back. "You showed your colors and you Watched as my mother was Beaten." Step. "Tortured." Another step. "And abused as only Pirates are wont to do." His sword was in his hand. "And I've come to collect that which is mine." "God... Zeke please." Tom got his sword out just in time t odeflect a hammerblow. "You have to understand. Please!" "What's there to understand?" Zeke's assault lacked his usual flare. His usual finesse and rythem. "You are not the man I called family." "And you are not yourself!" Tom rammed Zeke, sending him off his feet before punching him, wailing on him really but could one blame the man? "Look at you! This isn't you!" Zeke shoved his attacker, the man that was the center of everything, away. "You're no man to call high ground on me." The magi tried to summon wind to blow the clouds back and holy prayers to undo whatever this Thing was doing. Yet the clouds remained unmoved and skeletal hands joined the daemonic face. Boney fingers puppeted strings of mist that had coiled 'round the young man's heart as the two fought and rolled 'round on the stage. There's no telling what started it. Whether it was some charge gone wrong, which was unlikely as none were placed on the docks themselves, or some twist of cruel and dark magic but there was a loud Snap-BANG. Only then did the audiance break from their stupor. The docks were breaking! The Plan was gone! Flee you idiots!

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel nods, and grabs Rose's hand, but... she looks back at Zeke. That's her friend, too, and she really wishes she could help! "Zeke!" she shouts, but then the dock itself is breaking. Now Ariel is not afraid of the water, but... she's not entirely sure she knows how to swim, with legs and everything. She nearly drowned the last time. So, she bolts away, as the dock starts to crumble. She looks back, and up in the sky, sees the demon creature. She screws up her courage, and, now, throws a bolt of lightning at it from her hands. Maybe she can distract it. But she doesn't notice the ground below her about to give way.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Well, at least it was easier for Nagetta to see with the dark skies. Then she notices the trouble over in the distance. She knows this isn't part of the plan. Something had gone horribly wrong. She forgets the charges and begins to swim quickly back to the docks. This was more important and besides they couldn't carry things out like this anyways.

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Rosemarie keeps her focus on keeping Ariel intact, placing--for better or worse--Zeke's safety as a secondary. Still, Rosemarie has an investment here. Her ability to let that go is poor. When Ariel stops to drop a lightning bolt, that only makes it even more necessary for Rose to act. She produces a vial from somewhere and uncorks it, a faint smoke pouring out the mouth of it when she does. The vial is tossed, overhand and with quite a bit of practice, out toward Zeke and Tom. It shatters in a cloud of light blue smoke, spreading around in a fashion not unlike a Sleep spell. Rose, however, does not wait to see if it helps sedate whatever it is that has a hold on a Zeke before she tugs Ariel along. "Come on, sweetheart, we'd best be going," Rose's expression sours. "The dock'll collapse any minute and--" She looks up at the sky. "I don't think we want to be in the sea at this rate."

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' My, my. It looks like it is time to exit stage left. Gathering her skirts up with one hand and grabbing her sheathed blade with the other, Margaux dashes away from the docks as fast as she can. The dancer has to weave her way through the fleeing crowd, but her agility seems to be paying off despite being hampered by her current attire. And Margaux suddenly remembers why she does not accept work from strangers she did not know. There was a too great of a chance that it would end in skull clouds and dark magic these days.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason is just keeping the heck to her job she's got the charges place she's done shes' going to get the hell out she's not wantin to be here if and when they go off. Either way she's turning to book it even as things start to go bad? The Plan's gone, it's time to get the Diablos out of here rreally and that's what she's doing.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Splash! Ariel's in the drink along with a bunch of random debris that would make swimming... Problimatic at most. Thing of it is once she hit sea water she had her tail again. Actually it wasn't quite the same but close enough that all her old experiance would work. Close enough. The demonface flinched and Zeke screamed as if he were the one struck, or maybe it was from the fact Tom was a dirty fighter and wanted despirately to live. Someone screamed his name just before the pain and there was something else. Something strangely scented combined with that woman's voice that punched through the fog and the drums. Who? He tried to think and there was a flicker of something in his eyes. Then just as realization something was amiss he got punched in the face. So the fight continued a moment longer before both men realized where they were fighting wouldn't be there much longer. Yet before Tom could run off Zeke grabbed him by the leg. "No cully jim. No.... You're coming with me." THen he added in a less vengeful tone. "My ship be closer too. Straight thataway." Point for emphasis. "That way. Run. Now." SHove. He would've 'escorted' the man himself except in the scufffle his leg's d gotten bound and he had the problem of a voice screaming in his head."Get out!" <No.> There were no words from the skullface in the sky but it's 'voice' reverberated in Zeke's head. <You have woken that which lay eternal and I have named you my vassel on this earth.> Horse laughter even as the dock broke apart and men were diving for the ocean. Zeke's crew would have aided but they had troubles of their own fighting free of the stampeeding crowd and in more than a couple cases getting tangled in debris themselves. "I renounce you." He reached for where his sword had fallen. "God as My shelter and provider I renounce you Daemon." <Then go mortal man. Go to the sea and see what mercy it shows.> Given he was tangled and wouldn't be free before going under. About the only mercy he could expect would be if something knocked him out before the thrashing was over.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel screams as the dock underneath her tumbles apart. She grabs for Rosemarie's hand - but, in the confusion, when Rose is throwing a potion, she loses her grip and tumbles off the dock. She's in the water, and worried. She has no idea how humans do it, being unable to breathe down here... But after a few gasps, and glubs, she realizes she's breathing just fine... her lungs expelling air and filling with water without any problems. Then she looks down. She has a mild moment of panic. She lost her thingamagiggers... er, her boots, and that's the first thing she ntotices, but it only registers a moment before she she realizes she has no legs anymore, at which point, she just starts flailing as if that'd be the best way to escape herself.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' As Nagetta moves closer she's noticed at the docks collapsed, that wasn't part of the plan at all! Of course the sunking debris making a bit difficult for her to get too close but she tries to swim around it. She doesn't see Zeke or Ariel, hopefully they weren't getting pulled underwater.

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' It takes her a moment longer than Ariel, but Rosemarie goes under. When she resurfaces she looks like her normal self again, save for she's much messier than usual and soaked with seawater. She treads water for a moment before muttering something to herself, after which she blows a bubble. It's small, at first, but before long it's bigger than her head. There's an awkward moment where she has to work her face through it, but afteward she seems significantly less worried about drowning. In fact, the dark elf dives back under in search of Ariel, Zeke, and the others. It's rough swimming, but she seems to be doing well enough.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason has to make her wy to escape she's running as fast as she can the feeling od the Daemon has set the water a bit well on edge fart as she can tell she knows the thing is a horror that should not be. AS for her she's sprinting through the port making for hte harbour if she's got to swim it she'll do so at this rate.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' <That's it.> THe demon not-voice crooned. <Rest. Struggle no more...> It was a seductive idea. What more did Zeke have to give? Also he was hallucinating since apparently he saw Ariel with a fish tail. Wierd. It was actually kindof nice down here except the whole burning lung thing. Wait... Oh right Drownding. <Jack that and you. I plan on LIVING!> Zeke wriggled free and started swimming for the flaily mermaid under the idea he wasn't hallucinating and she was in trouble all her own. Nevermind getting elbowed or punched he grabbed her by the back of her shirt and shoved her towards where all the bubbles were goin.. which is kindof the direction he wanted to try swimming too. AIR! He breathed deep before almost getting clonked in the noggen by a speaker. Thankfully it was only a near miss which for some reason eh found funny. And something was screaming overhead. Oooh right 'mister sunshine demon face' He reached past the camera's view to make a gesture at the clouds before trying to figure out where Ariel was. "Ariel!" Dive. Look around. Surface for air. "Ariel! We have to get to the ship!" For the moment at least he didn't give any outward sign of seeing her fins. Indeed his crew had either already made it safe and were fishing anyone up they could or were in similar 'trying to get out' situations. Tom was on ship busy pulling anyone and everyone he could out of the drink. All while this was going on the face in the clouds made clawing motions with it's hands while the magi threw lightning and fire it's way to keep the daemonic whatsit distracted. Zeke caught sight of Rosemarie and actually didn't seem that phased by the bubble. "Where's Ariel?" There was an edge of panic in his voice. He wouldn't have noticed her if she was right behind him at that moment. Then again kindof hard to hear anything going on unless it's right next to you thanks to all the screaming, and stuff floating around. Was that cannon shot? Yes. Yes that was. Most of the ships in the harbor it seems were shooting at the sky. Seems everyone had the brilliant deduction that whatever was up there caused the mess down here. At least they seemed to have their priorities straight? A few of them could even be heard, if one actually could bother to listen, 'You Are A Pirate!'. A merry lot most of them. Could be the song more than the shot was doing damage.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel nods, and tries to get to the ship. Yes, she's... a really good swimmer, though the skirt she's got on tangles her up a bit as it takes on water. She has no difficulty at all adapting to her old form. In the waves, she loses her pretty hat, which she definitely is going to regret later. Though... maybe not as much as letting her friends see her with a fin. That's kind of hard to explain. "Zeke, are you okay?!"

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta's a bit surprised to see Ariel with a fin, but she's not upset or anything. Instead she's more concerned, as she makes her way back to the ship. She does her best to try and help them as well. It looks like they're going to have to try again some other time, getting out of here was more important right now.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "Later later! Go!" Zeke swam surprisingly well given all the debris in the water. He even at one point managed to pass Ariel and patted her on the shoulder. "We'll talk later. Want them to try carrying you on board?" He wasn't surewhat to do about her new condition. He really wasn't.

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Rosemarie quirks a brow at the fin, but refrains from comment. If she spoke up about every bit of strangeness she encountered she would never stop talking. This is just a fact of her life. She seems anxious to get on the boat, whatever the case, because she does not like being wet. The bubble is still there. "Good to see you're back with us, sugarplum." she says to Zeke as she climbs aboard. And then there's the issue of Ariel. She seems to be considering how to best tackle that one.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel isn't sure what to do about it either. But, she does appear to be a mermaid, under the condition where she hits the water, at any rate. She'll need to be drug up onto the ship. And then, she looks horrified. Maybe it will... go away on its own. She remembers the portal worked before... "If we get out of here," she tries to explain, but it's very hard to explain.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Of course this isn't the first time, Nagetta's seen someone's lower body change shape. Still, she's never seen a mermaid before, so it's a bit surprising. "Is everyone alright..." The shy girl speaks up a bit, still not fully sure of what happened. There would be time to go into more detail later, she knows they need to get out of here right now.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason has mande it well to the water and she's diving in she's swims quickly like she was something that should be in teh sea as she's making for the ship her self it's time to go and she does know she'll need to get back to the ship. She can see it now and she keeps on swimming.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Not everything went to plan. In fact nothing did really. However Tom was in their custody and the clouds were breaking. The ship the strike team was on was still free and clear however. That was the important thing. That and even with whatever curse had veen lain on him Zeke had his friends. As for Ariel. There were orders to treat her as they had before. If she wished to talk it was her choice, but there were more important matters to tend to before then.

Follow That Ship!

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/03/29
|Location=Tortuga Harbor
|Synopsis=After the events of Pirate Radio Zeke and his merry crew must hunt down and stop a ship full of kidnapped people all without getting eaten by a demon that's built a body for itself out of all the debris that used to be Tortuga's harbor.
|Thanks=Stormfall
|Cast of Characters=Zeke, Faruja Senra, Ariel, Jack Sparrow, Myla Mason
|Tinyplot=Family Ties
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' RECAP! As far as plans went what Zeke had in mind was actually pretty good. Keep most everyone around the ship he wanted taken over occupied and hopefully bag the 'captain' of said vessal in the process as well as introduce the locals to a little something known as rock and roll. Unfortunately the 'plan' kindof fell apart along with a good chunk of Tortuga's harbor thanks in no small part to a demon that had been woke either by the loud music or by Zeke or... Something. Point is Their target was casting off and Zeke's own crew and ship were too busy pulling people out of the drink to be of immediate aid. On the plus side Zeke had gotten the ship's captain on /his/ ship and under guard. Still didn't make up for nearly becoming a demon's pupet, massive property damage, Ariel turning out ot be a mermaid and having to get hauled out of the water so she wouldn't get left behind when they started chasing. However Faruja and with any luck at all Sparrow if he's decided to put an appearance in, were on a ship full of people in chains right as it was casting away from the rapidly deterriorating scene. Rosemarie, Zeke, and a few others were on his ship. Myla and Nagetta were in the water with no clear direction. ON BOARD THE TALASMIN Zeke looked about the chaotic mess just as the magi Faruja had loaned him made their own way on his ship. "Anyone who thinks i shoudl be releaved of command you have about five seconds to speak your minds because our quarry is escaping." There was no anger or fire in his voice, just a bone weary tiredness. Given he'd, with the help of friends and associates, had to shake off posession, get free of a tangled mess that threatened to drownd him, and found out the young maid he was interested in was part fish it was a lot for his head to take in. As Ariel was lifted out of the water her tail turned back to legs whch thankfully for the censors and director were still in the skirt she'd worn to this shindig. Yay for modesty preservation. "Anyone at all?" Zeke asked. "If there be no objections then I want that ship. Any gunfightin breaks out aim for the rigging.." ON BOARD THE MERRY ROSE The ship herself was actually fairly quiet. The crew had been enjoying a drink and the 'interesting' music that they could hear coming from the port. At least it had been all quiet and smiles (save for the prisoner/slaves i nthe hold) til all hell broke loose. Nobody knows who gave the order to cast off but cast off the ship did eve nas dozens of people were making a mad dash to get away from the sudden instability of the harbor itself. Ah well, crowds are easier for sneaking than alone as was panic. Yet Given the demonic face in the clouds and whatnot Faruja might get lumped in with other 'unnatural' doings if he wasn't careful.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel's skirt is pretty wet, but... not worse for the wear. Of course everyone saw she turned into a mermaid, and she's not entirely sure why in this one specific instance, but she's so glad that there's so much going on that she doesn't bother having to explain. She's just wringing out her skirt a bit as she starts to put herself back together again. "Are you going to be okay, Zeke?" She's not worried about herself.

:'''[[Jack Sparrow]] has posed:''' WHERE IS JACK SPARROW? ELSEWHERE Jack lays in a sodden mass of transient self pity in the 'bedroom' he has leased at usurious rates beneath the staircase of Rosemarie. "Blood and thunder... the Sandwich islands filled with... with /teenagers/. ON THE SHIP SAILING ON STRANGER TIDES An abandoned purse sits near the side of a gunwaling. It flops over, strangely enough, out of synch with the motion of the ship on the waves. A clasp pops open. Jack Sparrow is abruptly disgorged, wrapped in a slightly whimsical cat-pattern bedsheet which is available at reasonable prices at many fine retailers in a half-dozen world. He slides across the deck, not noticing it in the slightest as the fabric is torn like some mass-market caul, doubtless increasing his rental payment substantially, even if this may be the dark will of a certain woman. Jack rolls over himself several times, finally slamming up on the opposite deck of the ship. "Don't hog them, l," Jack Sparrow begins to say, before his eyes open. Rolling onto his back, then pulling himself upwards, he gazes up at the demonaic face in the clouds. Adjusting his hat, Jack says to himself, "It must be Friday."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' It had been ridiculously easy to get on board the ship, thanks to dark clouds, and general chaos. Having the ability to leap into the air to ridiculous heights certainly helped, when one has to flee a crumbling harbor in the process! Sneaking isn't exactly Faruja's strong point. But panicked crowds are something he can work with. Most on board the ship ignore the strange being, but one or two on board notice the Templar. One pirate jibbers about 'walking vermin', while the other draws his knife. Faruja is quick to grab the knife-wielder's arm. One twist and shove later, the man's overboard. Glaring at the other pirate, he watches as he joins the panicking pirats. Onwards goes the Templar, in search of the ship's hold and Zeke's Mother!

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "For the moment." Zeke shook his head to try making the tired go away. He didn't have time for tired! "Sorry for hauling you up like that but we're havin' t'give chase. dunno how fast you swim." There was a glance at her suddenly having legs again. "Glad we don't have t'do anything undignified t'keep ye on board either. We get closer y'think y'd be up for a swim in case people need fishin out of th'drink?" Y'know since people might take the who'e 'posessed captain shooting at them' thing a bit badly. Especially given what he knew his guns were capible of. The skeletal face in the sky was being fired at. Canon fire from random ships, costal 'defenses'... such as they were at Tortuga 'proper' and random people firing muskets, pistols, or just plain chucking random things while shouting into the wind. All this activity, this directed opposition to it existing caused the mist bourn creature. Yet even then it tried to hold together by manipulated wind and foulness in the air causing the clouds to reform. ON BOARD THE MERRY ROSE As Faruja tossed one man overboard two more grabbed at him what with the whole obviously not human thing overhead. "Quick! That thing's spawning minions!" One of the other men grumbled. "Naw he's merely posessed. We drive the demon from hsi body he'll turn normal 'gain. Like that time on" THUNDER! There was a bolt of lightning that struck just off the bow of the ship causing the whole thing to rock. There was screaming overhead. Inhuman wailing as the demon tried finding something suitible. It's current form could not hold and yet it's former, albeit brief, host was closed to it. It had tried to touch Faruja's heart and recoiled in pain. No posessing the rat for you! "Oi!" Someone spotted Jack stumbling about. "Get ye below man canna ye see we're busy?" Rough hands tried grabbing at the distoriented and possibly drunk 'captain'.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel gives Zeke a sort of wary look. She looks down at her skirt, and up at him again. "...I... I could, yeah. You aren't..." Mad? Well, why would he be? "... um, I guess I we can talk about that later, right? Anyway, I swim pretty fast, I guess." Ariel tries to summon some wind magic to blow the evil clouds away. A little tornado forms in her hands which she throws toward it.

:'''[[Jack Sparrow]] has posed:''' Jack blinks a few times as someone yells at him. He takes in the world at a glance, at a sniff, even. Sweat. Not friendly sweat either. Many people, Jack thinks, nearby. He can smell iron, mixed with sweat, mix with seawater. He stands alone, without even his cutlass, and hearing some kind of a scuffle down the deck. When a man reaches out to touch him, he slaps the wrist. And then he raises his voice. "Avast with your hands, you lubbers! Is this how you treat a representative of his oceanic majesty, Neptunus Rex?" Jack hops up onto a nearby piece of nautical furniture, putting one arm across his belly and looking down his nose towards him. "And here I thought ye trusty shellbacks, good citizens of his Imperial Majesty's kingdom! And lo! I see ye've fallen into disarrears, with a mere reordering of the world at that! Know ye, men, that the rule of the waves remains intact, and Queen Amphrite's benevolent gaze still is the only hope thou might have for a safe passage over the Line that now wanders across all seas!" He snaps his two fingers and points towards Faruja. "And you bedevil our chosen representative, the Sea-rat! Make your apologies and bear him forth so we may conduct our duties - for you and all the swabs below have crossed his majesty's line, and if you would not doom yourself to an eternity of Pollywogdom, you know what must be done. Assemble!"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Being grabbed by dirty pirates wasn't on the plan, but just about everything has gone to hell as it was. Faruja doesn't struggle for the moment, an incantation instead on his lips. Before he can put whatever plan he has in motion, however, something seeks out his very being...only to recoil from the fire within his soul! A clap of thunder, and the rat is forced to try to keep his sea legs. Hopefull it allows him enough room to get away from his would-be captors! Jack to the rescue! Inwardly, the rat /laughs/ at the utterly insane bit of acting. Thank Faram he's a lover of plays. "Indeed, how /DARE/ you miscreants lay thy hands upon me! The dear Queen shan't allow passage to those whom would treat her servants so rudely! 'Tis as though you lot hath not set eyes upon the noble sea rats before!" The Templar hmph's, turning up his nose like some noble diplomat, and makes to pull away from the two men. A mental note is made to buy Jack a drink after all of this.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason has managed to reach the ship and scramble aboad the strange lady's clothing is clearly made for water use as it's already drying off even as she gets on deck with some help from the crew itself. She's happy to be alive and now is just catching her breath while tyrinf to get the situation and she looks up at tjust eveyrthing that's going on. Oh It's a hell of a mess nd the demon face has left her on edge to put it mildy.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "Miss Ariel." Zeke's voice was steady as he looked her way. "You are who you are that hasn't changed. We'll talk later if that's what you like." Deep breath and he straightened his waterlogged coat before shouting orders for the cannons to be readied. "I want all guns aimed high!" His voice was clear as were his eyes. He had a job to do and no amount of magical juju would keep him from seeing it finished. "I want two guns aimed at yon ship's rigging. The rest at Peaches up there." Point at the cloudline. "Assemble!" There was, against all hope of making sense of Why, people bustling to follow Jack's orders. Then again he sounded like he knew what was going on, even if the titles were bunk and nobody actually knew what was going on. That's the important part about being captain. Act like you ave a clue and be able to present a bit of certainty to those on your command. "Wait.." One man whispered to another as dozens got up on deck. "What's the propper course o'action here Bill?" The other man, Bill, shrugged. "Beats me Dave." Then somewhere in the crowd a shrill voice. "To th'hold with that one!" Sudden dawning comprehension. Hey someone knew what was going on! let's all do that! Dozens and dozens of people grabbing and trying to pin Faruja down so they could dump him below with the other 'cargo'. "Wait! Wait!" Another voice called out. "What if 'e's right an he's an envoy?" "Somoene smacked the speaker roughly. "We be pirates ya git! We dunna care 'bout no envoy!" Again with the grubby hands and attempt at bum rushing. While Pirates were squabbling with the sudden intrusion of Holy Rodents the clouds started to break. The wailing died down. Was it over? There were cheers from the other ships. Myla might feel something wrong with the waters. A sense of Something there as the debris begain slowly floating against the waves and towards a central point. Most people wouldn't notice it at first but she would. Something's Happening and it's not going to be pretty or likely fun. Then the junk and debris started to form into a humanoid shape. It's as if the same demon had draped the leavings and castoffs of the harbor about itself and was chest deep in the water. There was a ship embedded in it's chest. Canons in it's arms and when it screamed.... It screamed a gale laced with rum and refuse and a foul sulfuric oder all mixed together.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel has a pretty good idea of what to do, now, so...she starts climbing up the rigging a bit, wet skirt and all. If someone DOES fall overboard, she'll jump out no problem, but while she's high and dry, she's going to shoot a wave of lightning at that cloud creature. Her hands charge up, and, she keeps one holding onto the ropes as she fires some more thunder magic at that spiraling cloud. She gets the shot off, but then the demon disappears and emerges in a new form. The suddenness causes her to almost tumble off the rig, and she catches herself at the last second to see it out on the water. She tries another lightning blast at it. It may catch its attention at least.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' As the gambit fails, Faruja holds in the urge to start laying about with a spear. The mention of the hold has him holding back a smirk. Perfect! Letting one of the pirates grab him, he gives a short and indignant little struggle. "Knaves! Roundabouts! The Queen shall hear of this! I demand reasonable accomodations as befitting an envoy!" Otherwise? He lets himself be led along, hopefully without chains involved. Casting his gaze out to sea, Faruja peers at the strange monstrosity. "...Lord save them."

:'''[[Jack Sparrow]] has posed:''' "BEHOLD," Jack bellows, sweeping an arm out towards the demonic entity. "Behold what yer wickedness and perfidious ways have wrought! Come, good sea-rat, we shall have to address this -" He drops character to say, "Hauling him belowdecks, I can't believe --" His nostrils tickle then. Back in character. He extends a hand towards one of the nearby swabs. "Your cutlass, or I swear by the seven seas your tattoos shall be filled with fire!" Slightly lower, "I shall return it presently."

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason she's on deck she's nopw well staring at Jack, the man's proven to have well the fortunde of several generations behind him with that stunt he just pulled. She does feel something issn't eright with the waters and she does not like it, it makes her on edge and she's proven right shortly after the thing forms she looks at it and she gets her pistols out and well she's brought some more Dakka as she opens up on it without much fan fair.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' To answer Rosemarie's request of a Gun Zeke pointed to one of the forward weapons being loaded. Contrary to weapons of the pirod this one was breech loaded and currently had a shell being inserted, something more ninteenth century than seventeenth. Strange but Zeke seems to have not been shy of modernizing. The Demon thing took Ariel's lightningbolt to the face and started lumbering towards Zeke's ship. Great you've got it's attention. NOW WHAT?! "Right. New plan." Zeke swallowed hard. MIss Crowley!" His voice was loud, since he had to be heard over the rush and noise and... Gods the smell was a hammerblow to the senses. When a slender dark skinned woman seemed to appear out of thin air on deck he pointed to the ship that made up the thing's chest and handed her his spyglass. "Is that one of your bombs lass?" "It is." The woman grinned and nodded. "And I think we're still in range-" Anything she might have said got drownd out by the sudden burst of fire from dozens of ships at the harbor monster. Chunks and bits of this and that were blasted away. Yet it still stood tall and countered by pointing at one of the ships and all the guns on that arm fired. Thirty or so guns all firing whatever happened to be inside. Sure the boat wasn't blown apart but not pretty. Yet what else do you do when faced with a junkmonster demon? You fight! Especially if ye be pirates accustomed to ruffling feathers by having the nerve to not be good little boys.After the initial volly from the demon it seemed distracted both by having to figure out where to shoot next and by the fact Everything else in the water was trying to kill it. Well the whole 'everything's shooting at it, and more than a few people had the bright idea of pulling it apart with their hands.. "Dunna worry friend." Bill clamped Jack on the back. "We'll sort yer friend out never fear." Nevermind Bill had no way of knowing Faruja's 'condition' was natural and wholly unrelated to the dongs here. Faruja was 'escorted' with only a minimum of roughness and as soon as he was belowdecks the majority of the men made for topside. After all they still had to decide whether to run or fight. So Faruja was stuck with only a trio of men 'escorting' him to where the others were kept. Three on one, should be no contest. "Run or fight man?" This was the gist of what several people were clammering for Jack's say so on. Run or fight? And yet a cutless was pressed in Jack's hands. Anything to make yon Demon go away. So? Who has more dakka? Pirates or Demons?

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel's attention-getting worked! Good... wait, not good! She looks panicked for a moment, but runs to the edge of the ship. She practically leans over the side to get a better shot at the creature, but she's not ready to tumble overboard yet. "Is it... really made of water?" She gathers up and fires another lightning bolt at it. From her experience, water and lightning don't mix very well. But her magic isn't the most powerful there is yet.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja squeezes a wink Jack's way as he's led down into the hold. Not exactly having a head for ships, he's content to allow the two to lead him through the bowels of the ship for a time. Such a pity, really, to see a fine vessel under the command of a bunch of pirates and outlaws. Once the knight has judged they're relatively near where prisoners are kept, he pauses. "Much obliged, Sers. Much obliged. However..." The small Burmecian spins about in the grip of one man, laying a gauntleted fist across his jaw. Bone snaps beneath, and several rotted teeth go flying as the man is caught cold. Now free of immediate hands, a short spear slips from within his robes and into his hand. Slavers weren't people on his list of those he spares often, but the pure ambiguity of their guilt is enough for the resulting blows to the startled men's skulls are done with the blunt of his weapon rather than the tip. One is clonked out neatly, but the other goes for a cutlass. Lashing out at the suddenly armed rat, the pair exchange a trio of lightning quick blows and parries, to no effect on either. Faruja finds himself smiling. "...A shame, you've some skill. Take this day as a lesson to ye, Ser, and may God turn thy blade to a righteous course." Disengaging from his opponent, the rat leaps back in that floating manner only a dragoon can produce. Thrust! "Life is short. Bury! Stasis Sword!" The resulting column of falling ice would be enough to encase the man, but not outright slay him. He'll thaw out in a few hours. Turning to leave, the rat heads deeper into the ship. "Now, to find our missing Lady."

:'''[[Jack Sparrow]] has posed:''' Jack accepts the cutlass with a curt nod. When Faruja erupts into a whirlwind of face-punches and Stasis Swords, Jack spreads his arms as if to communicate with his very body language, nay, his very /soul/, a simple and pure concept to Faruja: 'party foul!' "Well," Jack addresses the piratical sorts around him, "I see that he's taken some offense, but remember! No rat will stay on a sinking ship, savvy? And so, obviously, we are destined to be quite successful in this engagement!" He grins, showing most of his remaining teeth. Then he sweeps the cutlass forwards. "Return fire upon that hell-born thing, lads! Heave your chattels overboard - take off their chains, so the sharks of Neptune's court can have their fair sport!"

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Faruja didn't have to search all that hard to figure out where the screaming was coming from. It wasn't just one woman screaming. It was dozen's of people of diffrent nations, ages, these pirates weren't that discrimnating in who they took. All that kept the door held fast was an oak bar. Given one needed to be on Faruja's side of the door it seemed good enough to keep Inside from getting Outside. Yet as he neared those inside were fearful since what they saw was a, albeit short, human sized rat. What fresh madness had come 'pon them? Was it related to outside? Then came a rush of a half dozen men with keys and cutters to make with the proposed sacrifice of flesh to placate the beast outside. It was a narrow corridor and really only room enough to get two side by side so Faruja wouldn't have that much trouble purloining those keys. Outside were sounds of Cannon fire from all corners at the monster. Even with the two or three ships now in flames it was increasingly clear that the demon-beast of junk wasn't able to keep pace. For ever ydirection it turned it's opponents swarmed at it's flanks much like a Scorpion verses a colony of ants. Crowly pointed a device that looked very much like a fifties era toy raygun at the junk monster and squeezed the trigger Before Zeke or anyone else could ask what happened the hull of the ship that made up the monster's chest exploded leaving a gaping hole that it could only look down at before another volly of canon shot tore into it's left shoulder, then another tore apart it's right. Then Rosemarie's 'Special' magically crafted napalm shell loged into the thing's head before exploding and sending what wreckage was left into flame. With as much damage as was taken the monster could not hold together and so started to fall apart. Was it finally over? Was it done? Myla couldn't sense any darkness not even within the debris itself.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel is preparing a lightning bolt, but lowers her hand. "Did... did we stop it?" She looks around for injured pirates, preparing potions to offer the men by grabbing nearby bottles of rum or grog. She's willing to work with whatever is at hand.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Seeing the poor people packed within, a vast majority of the Templar's sympathy goes right out the window. The sounds of yet more pirates charging after him hits his ears amidst the wailing and general discontent. Faruja sighs. "In the name of the Lord, HOLD THY TONGUES! I am here to free you all! And I am not a demon, I am a /Burmecian/! As much a Child of the Lord as you all! Now, tell me, is there a Lady Fawkes within, mother of Ezekiel Fawkes?" Questions the rat, before he turns his attention to the on-rushing pirates. A stab of his weapon has the bar falling, and the prisoner hold open. "...Keeping others as slaves. May Faram have mercy upon thy souls." Claws, and the sharp end of his spear ends the pirates in the narrow corridors, the rat's mercy at its end. Grim work done, he sighs, turning to collect his prize! He ignores the newly gained wounds from the recent fight.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason is now quite concerned at this point she's looking at the thing and realises her pistols will not do very much to it. Nay she's got to well use the resource thats all around her the water. Thank fully she'd only been channeling her spell but it sems the others are more than enough she lets go of the wate rbut it feels clean there's nothing there. It's just gone. "I don't like this, it's gone, all gone...Not a trace of it." "Slavery was something that was done away with a long time ago on my world." Now they had Wage slaves but that's another tale for another time.

:'''[[Jack Sparrow]] has posed:''' Jack Sparrow - Is represented on the slave ship by a dotted outline in the shape of Jack Sparrow. because he just VAULTED onto the deck of the other ship, letting go of a swinging line and landing near Ariel. "Ah, just the thing, lass," he tells the redhaired girl, taking the bottle and upending it. When he returns it the level is visibly lower.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel is happy to offer a rum potion to Jack. She may be blushing a little as he snags it. She looks a little shocked at how much lower the level is when he returns it. "Oh.... glad you're okay!"

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' With the monster apparently gone there still was the 'small' matter of the harbor itself ruined, people injured and in the water, ships all about in flames and no a bunch of pirates with no common goal binding them. Ah well most of the ships just sailed on reveling and debauching as they saw fit at the victory. Others fled because there was no sure way of knowing if the demon was truely gone. Zeke Declined healings as he continued looking about. "When we have time we'll need to aid in cleanup." His voice was steady as he surveyed the mess. "My fault it got this way after all." No. Not his fault a demon chose a giant gathering of Happy Cheerful Revelry to try making it's comeback. No fault of his at all. "But for now." He turned attention ot the Merry Rose. "That ship. Bring us closer to it. He nodded thanks to Rosemarie before issuing moreo rders to make ready to board. Arm and prepare for hostilities. Miri shed her human guise whiel growing an extra foot and gaining lupin features. Frank hefted a couple spare cannons after making sure they were loaded with grape shot. Zeke went to get Tom from where he'd been stowed and pressed a megaphone into his hands. "Order your ship to stand ready to be boarded." There was an initial roughness to his voice. Then he closed his eyes and asked. "Tom. You will never make up for what you've done in my eyes, but this can end here. Let me get my parents." The other man sighed and after a brief moment of confusion then being shown how to work the thing breathed deep. "The battle's ended. Release the prisoners and prepare to be boarded. Offer no resistance." Zeke whispered something in Tom's ear after he'd spotted Sparrow standing around. "SParrow is now in command. I say again offer no quarrel and none of us will be harmed. Release the prisoners." Belowdecks Faruja could hear that proclaimation. Apparently Zeke had managed to get the man he was after to speak sense. Stand down and.. Wait. Sparrow was given command of the ship? Oh Lord Farem help us all. Those that were chained soon grw quiet. An older woman, hair shot through with grey blinked and looked to Faruja. "Ser..." There was a pause as she tried pronouncing the word slow, "Burmecian. That'd be me." She gestured to a man held across the way. "My husban be over there." After the initial shock wore off she showed a degree of calmness. "Ezekiel you say?" She dared not hope. She Dared not want to think he'd survived. "My son?" The shiv she'd had hidden wouldn't need to be used after all it seemed. Then after a moment another thought occored to the woman. "What of the rest?" Surely Ezekiel wouldn't want just this person and that let go then the others left in chains. For that matter the churcch would have a dim view of such selectivness themselves. "Where will we be taken. Port Royal?" Let's see. What else was going on? Jon, a few of the rescued sailors, dock workers, and other assorted washed up sorts on Zeke's ship were fishing out debris, people, and were amassing a pile of refugees all their own alongside swords, clothes... at lest one locked chest of considerable weight, several sealed bottles and barrels of drink, food, and possibly other such things. Thing about hte bottle Jack was drinking from? While it had lowered when he got done drinking it just as clearly was in the process of refilling itself as soon as he stopped drinking. It wasn't Ariel's magic at work here. Nor was it Rosemarie's. What witch-craft was this? If it was, as it appeared to be, a bottomless bottle of rum. IT WAS THE BEST WITCHCRAFT EVER!

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel watches the bottle refill, and looks back at Jack. "Oh. I guess that you're the captain now? I'll get to..." cleaning up? Maybe she should just get out of the way. Of course, if he didn't see her turn into a mermaid, it's less of a problem. "...swabbing, the, bilgerat," She is no good at pirate terminology.

:'''[[Jack Sparrow]] has posed:''' Jack quietly reclaims the bottle he'd been swigging from, even as he gives Ariel a companionable pat on the back. "Don't worry - Ariel! It was Ariel, wasn't it," he continues, before kissing his fingers towards Rosemarie. "I'd adore the pleasure of you comely ladies upon my newfound, apparently, ship, albeit," and here a raising of the index finger, "not, I may add, a substitute for what has been taken me, but rather a token in kind and for now." He does advise Ariel, "I'd stay on deck for the while. Accomodations below deck are decidedly..." His lips push to the side. "Well, it's no place for a young lady at any rate."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "Well done, Ser Fawkes. Well done." Mutters Faruja, before turning back to the rather large group. His tail yoinks the keys, spinning them with his appendage idly as it becomes clear the battle is over. A low bow is given first to the older woman, then towards the group at large. Chains are already being unlocked by the Templar as he answers her questions. "The very same. Such a pious, brave soul, easily swallowed by fell darkness? Surely you jest, Madame! Alive and well, the very architect of thy rescue. As for these poor unfortunate souls...I cannot say were we are to land at this moment, the plan has...well, taken a far different course. However, to put it bluntly, you are all free to go as you desire." A pause. The Burmecian smiles. "However, if no more fitting a place can be found, the cathedrals and spires of Holy Mullonde would open its arms wide to any in need."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "Lady Ariel." Zeke tipped his hat to the red-headed lass. Yer assistance with the wounded is greatly appreciated as was your help in bringing me back to myself." Granted it was Rosemarie's potion that gave the opening but Ariel had given him the jolt needed to realize something was wrong. "If ye need more space t'work with th'wounded my quarters be at yer disposal." He then passed by Rosemarie. "I promised Captain Sparrow first pick of any material goods we come across but all's the same if ye see anythin that takes yer fancy I've no objections t'takin yer share." As for Tom? Tom was being shoved belowdecks again. No beatings were given but Zeke was still cross with the man and Miri had little love for slavers anyway. Once he was locked away she leaned against the door to his room and stayed there since. Well. Who's going to be stupid enough to try fighting a werewolf in a confined space? As the prisoners were free and made a surprisingly orderly line for topside those less injured helped those less fortunate up the steps and into the sulit surface. Dozens of people black, white, rich and poor they were all in sad shape, but now they were all free. And Zeke made a fair approximation of Jack's dotted outline shape trick as he found himself on the slaver's vessel in search of his family. And yet when they reunited what were the mother's first words to her wayward son? "I TOLD you that boy had something wrong with him!" She grabbed his ear and pulled. "Didn't I tell you?"Then she hugged him close. "Don't ever scare me like that boy. I thought we lost you." He hugged back just as fiercely. "I'm here mom." In that moment Zeke wasn't captain of a successful traiding ship or even leader in a prison break. He was a boy that'd found his parents after the world itself had gone to hell. After all that trouble anything else was going to be mere technicalities and trivialities that were of little immediate concern to him.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason just is leaning back at this point she was only a minor player in this play really. She doesn't mind at least something is going right in this scattered up messed up world. She was content top just sit back and watch. Okay that's a lie she's get a photo from her cell's camera of the whole affair. She may even blog about this if she's honest.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "...Above deck? Well, that's all right. Most of the wounded are here." Ariel doesn't realize just how bad conditions might get - she's a bit naive like that. She nods to Zeke, but, alas, she lost her own hat to the sea. She'll have to get a new one. She hopes she gets a pick or two of material goods too, but... just for her collections. She won't beg. For now she gets back to making rum potions. She tries a sip of the stuff herself, but... it's got a surprising kick that makes her wince.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' With the family reunion in process, Faruja can't help a brief jealous look towards Zeke. It vanishes quickly, however. So much as he would like to see his own family reunited, he knows well the chances of that being possible are nearly non existant. A crossing of his chest, and he's off towards Ariel and the recently freed slaves. Unlike the poor maiden, the ratling has managed to obtain some rum, and is swiftly both sipping it at regular intervals, and using it to clean wounds before his curative magics are laid heavily upon those needing it. "There we are, orderly now! Mind not the sting, 'tis the Lord's way of letting you know there is life yet in thy body! Excellent work upon these potions, Lady Ariel! You've the makings of a Chemist!"

:'''[[Jack Sparrow]] has posed:''' Jack takes hefty nips from his bottle of rum while gesticulating with the cutlass. When finally asked for it back, he says, with astonishment, "What?!" Then, "Right. Yes!" A twist around and a tip of the hat, followed by a flip upwards of a piece of eight. After this he retires to the wheelhouse (probably not actually much of a house). Last reports indicate he is steering with one foot.

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|Date of Scene=2013/03/28
|Location=Tortuga Harbor
|Synopsis=Zeke has asked, begged, bartered, and hired a group of people to help rescue family from being sold into slavery. To do that though a diversion has to be created. This is the first part of that story.
|Thanks=Oblivion
|Cast of Characters=Zeke, Nagetta, Rosemarie, Ariel, Margaux Fleury, Myla Mason
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:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Tortuga, port city of Pirates, Theves, Refugees, and anyone in the caribbean it seems that had no place in 'propper' society. Zeke's men, those he had sent ahead days ago, had reported via one of those wonder devices he picked up in his travels (Radio actually but even understanding the concept is Science rather than Magic it's still something memorable to a man of the era of High Piracy.) So Zeke turned to those who had answered his requests for aid. First his attention focused on Ariel, who he had done as best as he could in finding clothes that would both let her blend in a little better than what she had worn before, but not call too much attention to her being a rather lovely woman. The results... were good on the former, but there was no hiding the lady for what she was. "Miss Ariel. We're due in port soon. If you do not think ye be up to th'task it's no shame to back out. These be rougher sorts than ye be used to an even if ye wish t'sit out I can still use yer eyes." Then to Rosemarie his attention turned. "Lady elf. I do hope your concoctions be ready and potent. Yer efforts and aid i do appreciate but... This be a hard course ahead. It is good you came t'oversee this affair. Make sure there's no last minute snags." To Nagetta and Myla then his attention turned. "Both of ye, I thank you." There was a hitch in his voice when he spoke as theirs was the one task that he Ariel and Rosemarie's tasks were intended co cover. Well their efforts as well as that of the strike team waiting for their signal. He didn't know how these c4 charges worked other than 'stick to what you want blown up. hit button and they go boom... and it all supposedly works underwater too. "Just plant the charges and fall back. If these gizmoes work as intended we can push a button while away from th'harbor an." He made a 'poof' gesture with his hands, fingers expanding out as they moved away to imply an explosion. "Wait until Ariel has their attention. If yer task be done before time t'go I want eyes waiting in case things go amiss and my men need bailing out. Simple idea really. AT TORTUGA "Oi!" A lank man put a hand on Miri's shoulder. "Wot be that thar?" He pointed to a cluster of squarish things connected by wires and cables to eachother with more leading off and away. "Don't worry friend." Miri wore her human face. Light skin, dark hair, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Merely setting up for entertainment due any time now.." She gestured to a bucket of ice, which on it's own would have raised eyebrows but it also contained bottles of cold (!) beer. "Have a drink. Rest. Call your friends over. "Oh Aye.." The man, after getting shown how to open one of the bottles took a slow sip, swished and took another drink. "This be a wonder all it's own." He looked from Miri to the chilled beverage. "What be th'catch lass?" "No Catch Ser Sailor." Miri's smile was genuine and her words held an honest tone to them. "These are dark times and this port filled with people driven hard. Me and my friends offer song and sustainance. After all the Lord himself came down not to mingle with the lords and Nobles but the poor and downcast. Free admission." She held u panother bottle. "Bring your friends. Bring everyone you can." Meanwhile others were busy setting up the stage itself... More a cleared section of dock that happened to have enough space for insturments, amps, speakers, and whatnot to be prepared. To the cultured eye it looked like an absurde blend of eighteenth century port city and twentieth century rock concert. All thorugh it all stood five men in preastly robes chanting soft prayers to Farem and looking on at nothing in particular. They were, mostly, taken as either insane or missionaries and left to their own devices, which was just as well really.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "I'm up to the task!" Ariel says, a little insulted perhaps that Zeke might still think otherwise. But, she does pause. "Now, we're supposed to be a distraction, so, it's okay to use magic...?" That seems to be pretty attention-getting.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Of course Nagetta didn't really have any idea how the explosive worked either. Just that you pushed a button and things blew up. Hopefully, she wouldn't draw too much attention to herself. There's no telling what reaction she might get from the pirates. Her attention turned towards the stage equipment not really being familiar with it either. Where had Zeke came across such technology? She's not sure about all of this, but she was a bit quiet with all the strangers present.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Margaux de Fleury was not a part of the main plan. The Death Corps member only became involved in this caper in the eleventh hour. Thankfully, the redheaded fencer was well-equipped to help out thanks to her former trade of being a dancer. Her objective was simple, she was going to hide in plain sight and keep an eye open in case things took a turn for the worst. Her outfit consists of a white peasant blouse that leads into purple, yellow, red, and blue skirt that is held to her body with a bright green sash. The dancer's garb is complemented by a multitude of jewelry that jostles and clunks together everytime she moves. The purpose of her outfit was simple, she was to if need be draw attention to her and away from the others if everything went pear-shaped. And if -that- plan didn't work, Margaux had hid a rapier near to the stage being set up. It always pays to have a backup plan to the backup plan.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason hd met the strangest captain some time ago. Zeke was certainly a man of the sea but he wasn't one of her people. He wasn't tied to the water like she was. Still he'd needed help and she'd been willing to hear him out. She'd not expected to encounter the Lamia Dragoon again but such is Fate isn't it? She listens to the plan and nots it semed solid enough. She had to wonder though just what would they be facing at this point?

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Rosemarie was contracted for a very specific task to aid in Zeke's plan. It would not be too much of a stretch to assume that Rosemarie helping directly is an oddity (it is), but sometimes the only person qualified for the job is Rose herself. Other times her employees are too occupied or too incapacitated to be sent out. Whatever the case she's on board the ship with the others as they're heading in to port. "Oh of course, sugarplum. I always make certain things come together splendidly for a steady customer," she smiles before corking a bottle and placing it alongside several others in her bag. Once they're in Tartuga Rosemarie is nowhere to be found. At least, not immediately. Zeke, Ariel, and anyone else whose seen her regularly may notice that one of the hostesses tending to refreshments looks oddly familar. She's a raven-haired, dark skinned girl dressed in a white blouse and red skirt with a purple sash around the waist. At present, she's checking the food and distributing drinks to the early arrivals.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "What new devilment be this?" Bob, the sailor that Miri had introduced to the wonder of Cold Beer, had indeed gone to show his friends. This one, Tom, and yes that was the man Zeke was here to find, simply felt of the bottles. It was warm out. Given this was the caribbean Warm wasn't a surprise. IT was the fact the drink was cold as the middle of winter that was cause for amazement. "And this lass said something of entertainment and refreshments?" There was doubt in his voice. There had to be a catch. "I know man it's daft innit?" Bob sounded enthusiastic in spite of himself. "Seen several barrels like this set up, and there's word tell of more on the way." "Hmmm..." Tom had brushes enough with sorcerous and eldritch doings in the past months. "Be this a chance for a trap?" "by who? Brits and Spanish both be tied up defendin themselves. I say we all show." The third voice belonged to an elderly chap, bearded and having a peg leg. "If it be some new witchcraft I want as many there t'fight as possible. "Aye!" All in the bar sounded agreement at that before going out ot gather more of their friends. Nevermind the caution. There was beer to be had! ON SHIP "I am sorry Ariel. You've been practicing hard but for now let's start wit hsong." Zek's voice was soft as he spoke, trying to discourage such... Drastic means yet. I have Faruja's magi working effects. Your magic I want in Song unless things go horrible. Then you're there to watch my back. That I know you're up to lass." He did the best he could to project confidence. Then he spun to turn to Nagetta and the guitar she had brushed against. On picking the insturment up he stroked it's ocean blue paint and smiled while strumming a little. As it wasn't plugged in only muted sounds were made. "Miss Nagetta. Miss Myla. I have faith in both of you." Then his attention turned to everyone, those going on shore and everyone on ship. "My faith is with all of you. Friends, Followers, People hoping for a quick bit of coin. You're here because I thought you were the best," That he could get at a moment's notice. "You do your jobs no matter what strangeness be seen out there. It be mere illusion and theatrics. Twists of Magic and Mania to dazzle and confuse. If luck be with us I'll have tom down in th'hold affore this day's done an my family freed." He had sent word to Jack that he would give the man a ship for his aid, but given how.... unpredictable that man was he couldn't say for sure where, how, or even if he'd show. AT TORTUGA "Yer alright lass?" Jon looked Margaux over carefully. Sure she seemed competent in her own way but he'd never seen the woman in action. "They're mostly refugees. Mostly bound to scatter or stare rather than fight." The big man had hoped to provide comfort. "It's not an army thank God." He sat behind a drum set as he spoke, waiting for their lead and vocals to show. Meanwhile a diminuative woman, dark of skin and dressed strangely for the period was busy touching diffrent bits and bobs connected to oen of the boxes mumbling this that and eight other things in technical gibberish. At each touch there was a small blue-white spark from her hands to diffrent things which caused needles on a device in her other hand to move this way and that. Satisfied, apparently, she got up and moved on. There were surprises in these black boxes beyond being able to make Noise. Unexpected and hopefully delightful in their own way. She hoped that there would be someone out in the crowds that might appreciate what gifts eh would leave. HOURS LATER "Land Ho!" came the cry from the crow's nest. "Land Ho!" Zeke snapped to life as did his crew making ready to dock. Last minute bustle and noise was about even after they had been tied off and Things, likely of Rosemarie's design, were being carted from the holds. Zeke gave Ariel's shoulder a squeeze. "You'll start us off then? I'll play the way. do not hesitate if any get too close for comfort's sake." With that he was away, his guitar plugged into an apperatus worn under his great coat so when he started playing it was a jangly tune that carried not only about his immediate person but was picked up and played by ever yspeaker cluster through port and stage. This sudden burst of noise prompted Zeke's 'band', in reality members of his crew that had shown aptitude for the task, to join in on what he hoped to be a bombastic enterance. The Magi had joined in by weaving a spell that, apparently, caused the clouds to part, sea breezes to blow away the stench and noise of town in favor of the foods and melody this ship brought. Even though they were of religious bend and Godfearing mentality even they nodded approvingly at the music that now played. It was energizing. It was uplifting and merry. It was... This world's first taste of the Glories of Metal. Mostly the crowd just stared slack jawed not sure what to make of this new sound and yet... and yet there were a great many that started gathering at the stage, involentarily forming a clear path for Zeke and his crew in the process so they progressed unimpeeded. This was something New. It was Bright. It was... Fun. It seemed to capture the spirit of the town quite nicely.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel laughs a little at Zeke's comment. She's not disappointed at all. Singing is kind of her favorite thing, and so she's sure she can happily contribute to that as well. It takes her a moment to catch up with the blaring of the band. But when she does, she starts singing along, wordlessly at first, to match their tune. Even wordless, her voice does draw distracting attention. There's something about it. But only other pirates have probably heard the like.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' All the noise from the music makes Nagetta cringe. It's not that she hates it, it was just a bit hard on her ears. She knows it was necessary for their plan. Besides, she would be underwater and unable to hear it soon enough. Of course, there's no telling what might be waiting down below for her. She would have to rely on her spear and magic, jumping wouldn't be a good idea after all.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Margaux may have picked up the sword in recent times, but she is still quite a talented dancer. She was an a learned practicer of the bewitching dances that Ivalice and Ordalia were known for. Many people underestimated the power of a dancer can hold over a crowd. But it looks like such a thing would not even be needed by the elaborate plan that Zeke has dreamed up. The strange equipment that was being fiddled with by a...stagehand...causes Margaux to look over distractedly. What -was- all of that equipment anyways? Her blue eyes seek out the person who addressed her and she flashes a demure smile in response. "One can never be too careful in a place like this," replies Margaux in Ordalian accent which might end up sounding much more like a French accent to those present from this world. She shrugs her shoulders and motions around herself vaguely. "But if there is no trouble, then at least we will have a great positon to watch the show from, no?" Finally, it was the strange music that is countered with some beautiful singing was sign enough that everything was so far going to plan. The magical breeze that cleared out the certain colorful stink of the port was much appreciated as well. It was now Margaux's turn to get into positon so to speak. She gathers up her skirts an parks herself in front of the stage. While it takes a moment for Margaux to adjust to this sort of music, she picks up the beat soon enough. It was time to dance and hopefully influence some others to do so as well. The more Pirates dancing and being merry, the less they were watching over the rest of Zeke's merry band when the next phase of this little operation went into effect.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason has been prepared as best she can she ponders about the remains of both countties it seems this world got off better than her's at least one city made it through even if it was a den of pirates, that's something right? "I been called a Sea Witch." She seems rather amused at this bit she looks over to Ariel for a moment then before she turns hert attention backt o Zeke she's a bit distraction, not that anyone would know she's trying to get a feel for the water. "Shock and Awe, I get the concept. Should work hopefully."

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Not-Rose continues to pour drinks and serve food. She handles plates and trays gracefully, balancing several at a time as she gets tables set. When she's not doing it herself she takes to managing the other staff so that any guests that have arrived are accounted for. That is, until Ariel starts singing. "Oh, she's splendid," Not-Rose observes, possibly making a mental note to ask her about it later. In the meantime, she starts handling the tables closest to the stage, even if she finds herself covering her ears a bit due to the accompaniment.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' As Ariel Sung Zeke's music changed. It was difficult to find a transition point that satisfied him but even he was not immune to Ariel's voice. Those that had never heard her? The gathering of men and women alike when she joined made Zeke's efforts pail in comparison. Yet even with the grandness of technology and talent overshadowed by a simple woman's voice Zeke powered on moving into something more familiar. Still happy, ut at the same time thoughtful as the song described a man's voyage into the unknown chasing after dreams. "See mate?" Bob clamped Tom across the back. "Wha'd i tell ya. Innit worth any doubts y'might've had?" Tom for his part felt uneasy. Something about the man on the guitar. Something familiar and disturbing but there wasn't enough there to jog his mind clear. Elsewhere Ships that Zeke had singled out as well as the one ship that was to be boarded and, if possible, taken over, could be found easily. The guards, more or less people each captain had wanted to watch their ship, had started to grow distracted by the sudden den of noise but just as alluring as the enchanted song was the promise of food. Many of these men had been on shift for hours with only hard-tac or jerked meat as sustanance. "Scrum?" A man had tried to stop one of his fellows. "Scrum whatcha doin man?" "What's it look like I'm havin a right propper meal y'<HOOONK>" Scrum blinked and looked about before throwing a piece of cast-off at a goose that'd somehow gotten free and was wandering the docks. "G'wan you!" He made shooing motions til the offending bird waddled off indignently. Beneath the waves were no men and apparently only a few critters. If first looks were to be believed an easy enough in and out job. Yet something felt wrong. Both Myla and Nagetta wold feel something in the water. Not a Creature or Beast but a preasence that seemed to be on the waves watching. Waiting... As Zeke played and Pirates were Entertained Tom took a drink from Not-Rose and tried to stop her. "Lass. Who be that there?" He pointed to the stage. "What ship did he come on and why? There be no profit made from all of this."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel grabs a loose pirate, and dances a bit, during the instrumental bit that intros the song. She has finally learned a little bit about how to make dancing work, since it was one of her Top things to learn to do while she was visiting the land. Right now, there's not much that could bring her down. The last few weeks have felt like a weird dream, though she knows she'll someday have to wake up... When the words begin, she sings them along well - she's learned the songs for the set prior to the show. But she's trying not to think about the sadness in them as she transmits that to the audience.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' The Dancer known as Margaux de Fleury just keeps on dancing. As she dances both by herself and with the random party-goer, Margaux does her best to keep an eye on the others. Hmm. It's that girl from before! Margaux would think it strange that they both seemed to be dancing every time they met, but what else would you expect when you keep running into each other at party like events. Regardless, Margaux will keep a protective eye out on Ariel when she dances with some of the pirates. Redheads have to stick together, afterall.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta indeed feels something strange in the water as she swims. It awfully quiet, shouldn't there be more sea life around here? Of course she does have to surface once in a while for air, but she does her best to not get noticed. Of course the snake tail made that easier said then done.

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Not-Rose does indeed stop, if briefly, when called to. "Beggin' your pardon, guv'nah, but I've been so busy in the kitchen I 'aven't 'eard 'is name. Chap says 'e's tryin' to share the wealth of a good haul." Not Rose pours Tom a bit more to drink. "Methinks 'is generosity'll get the better of 'im, but ooh am I to judge? Good friends is more valuable than any gold they says."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke laughed deep and loud to cover the gap between songs. "Enough of this! Enough of Meloncolly and Storm! Away with dread and morass. Why?" He punctuated the beat with a quick strum of his guitar. "Because. YOU ARE A PIRATE!" For the next few minutes, if nothing else, all was merry and proud revelry in the fact all here were in their own ways outside of the law. Even he was caught up in the mood. There were many bands across many worlds that reveled in the outlaw image and what better outlaw than a crowd of pirates? Beneath the waves an inky blackness gathered. It had no form on it's own until summoned but sommoned it had been and was being drawn by the thunderous noise and roar from above. It saw Lamia and Sea Witch alike and reached for them. Too thick shadows that didn't belong could be seen for a moment before it receeded. There was a better target. One who's heart lay bare by the rush and roar and exaultation. Zeke continued on with a jaunty tune about a ghost of a man recounting his debauched life and priding himself on making the same of it given a second chance when he saw Tom. His hands faultered for a moment and he was thankful to God that he was not having to sing. But.... His hands started playing. It wasn't the next tune in line. The Magi knew this as their cue though no matter if it was moved up from the plan. While Zeke played alone the wind picked up gathering clouds and slowly swirling at the waters. He sang of what happened. The fall of his world. Of a man seeing the oncomming storm and gathering what he could unto ship and setting sail. Tom looked about. "How...?" His voice was a whisper as the song went from contemplative to an all out rage filled account of the man's ship getting boarded, overun, captured. It was a spot on account of what he had done. "God's name how?" Clouds gathered and turned from white to grey as the winds picked up. Thunder rolled somewhere in the distaince and there was a bell tolling. Something was diffrent about Zeke. Rosemarie might have spotted some shadow. Some... Thing that wasn't meant to be there. She might have even sensed it's malicious intent as it snaked from here to there and finally struck unseen by even his crew at the 'good' captain. Zeke laughed again. This time an unhealthy maddened laugh that seemed to reverberate around and through. "Thomas. Son of Benjamin and Ann." He abandoned the guitar as he slowly advanced to the edge of the stage with something very much approximating hate and or murder in his eyes. He made no move for either sword or gun but Tom stood there for all the world like he faced Judgement Almighty. "Do. You. Fear. Death?"

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel sings merrily along with the happier song. People are definitely watching her, when she sings, it's captivating in a way that probably ties to her natural magic. But there is something that stops her... and gets everyone else's attention, when shadows begin to form. She doesn't know the words to Zeke's new song. It wasn't on her list. "...What's happening?" she asks, looking for Rosemarie. "Is it the Heartless?"

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason is suprised at the music she shifts back a bit to listen to the song to enjoy it without getting too distracted herself bu the music. She doesn't focus too hard on it as she's well as the song starts a Pirate? She almost cna't help but trying to not laugh she looks at Zeke as he contiunes she's not much musically inclinded cept she knows what she like meanwhile she contiunes to work. She's got charges to plant things to do right? The distraction is in full swing, so plkanting the demo charges is what she's doing. It should make a heck of an impression once they are all set.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' It seems that Margaux should have been keeping an eye on Zeke and not Ariel. The sudden change in his behavior and in the weather was troublesome to put it lightly. For the first time that day, Margaux frowns and not-so-politely excuses herself from the person that she was dancing with so that she can gravitate closer to where she hid her sword. Somethings just never seem to go to plan, but who could have predicted -this-?

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Not-Rose raises an eyebrow when things start to get dark. Shadows gather and the sea roils. It is troubling. Ariel asks her what's going on and Rose's face takes a strange expression. As if something just dawned upon her. She moves closer to Ariel, trying to lead her farther away from Zeke. "I can't answer that one, sugarplum, but I think it's best if you and I get to higher-ground.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta feels something nearly grab her, but watches as it suddenly leaves. She knows it's trouble, but getting the demo charges in place was more important. If they weren't in place the plan would be a failure. She just hopes that the others can deal with whatever that was.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "Faram..." One of the magi tried to snare Zeke but their magic just slid away as Zeke pushed both dancers aside. "You stand accused of taking what is mine." Bob as well as a few others were boken from the trance of music only to look on in a mix of facination and orror. Was this part of the show? Why wer ethe pretty skies gone? Why were the clouds dark? Was that a demon's skull grinning at them from on high? Tom was flung onto the stage, whether by Zeke's hand or some invisible force could be debated over and over agai nas people saw a bit of both and no two accounts would line up. He backed away from the now enraged and possibly posessed Captain. "Ezekiel?" He finally put a name to the face, but it was the coat that was the give-away. "I didn't know man I didn't-" Zeke grabbed him by the throat and lifted him. "It shouldn't have mattered." Lift. His other hand supported the man so he wouldn't strangle. "You were raised as good as my brother. Come hell or high water we swore we'd watch for eachother." His eyes were clouded, dull. Some might see Things swarming from him to the clouds above, mists that neither budged nor seemed ot have a discernable source. "When both came you Ran." He flung Tom down to his back. "You showed your colors and you Watched as my mother was Beaten." Step. "Tortured." Another step. "And abused as only Pirates are wont to do." His sword was in his hand. "And I've come to collect that which is mine." "God... Zeke please." Tom got his sword out just in time t odeflect a hammerblow. "You have to understand. Please!" "What's there to understand?" Zeke's assault lacked his usual flare. His usual finesse and rythem. "You are not the man I called family." "And you are not yourself!" Tom rammed Zeke, sending him off his feet before punching him, wailing on him really but could one blame the man? "Look at you! This isn't you!" Zeke shoved his attacker, the man that was the center of everything, away. "You're no man to call high ground on me." The magi tried to summon wind to blow the clouds back and holy prayers to undo whatever this Thing was doing. Yet the clouds remained unmoved and skeletal hands joined the daemonic face. Boney fingers puppeted strings of mist that had coiled 'round the young man's heart as the two fought and rolled 'round on the stage. There's no telling what started it. Whether it was some charge gone wrong, which was unlikely as none were placed on the docks themselves, or some twist of cruel and dark magic but there was a loud Snap-BANG. Only then did the audiance break from their stupor. The docks were breaking! The Plan was gone! Flee you idiots!

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel nods, and grabs Rose's hand, but... she looks back at Zeke. That's her friend, too, and she really wishes she could help! "Zeke!" she shouts, but then the dock itself is breaking. Now Ariel is not afraid of the water, but... she's not entirely sure she knows how to swim, with legs and everything. She nearly drowned the last time. So, she bolts away, as the dock starts to crumble. She looks back, and up in the sky, sees the demon creature. She screws up her courage, and, now, throws a bolt of lightning at it from her hands. Maybe she can distract it. But she doesn't notice the ground below her about to give way.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Well, at least it was easier for Nagetta to see with the dark skies. Then she notices the trouble over in the distance. She knows this isn't part of the plan. Something had gone horribly wrong. She forgets the charges and begins to swim quickly back to the docks. This was more important and besides they couldn't carry things out like this anyways.

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Rosemarie keeps her focus on keeping Ariel intact, placing--for better or worse--Zeke's safety as a secondary. Still, Rosemarie has an investment here. Her ability to let that go is poor. When Ariel stops to drop a lightning bolt, that only makes it even more necessary for Rose to act. She produces a vial from somewhere and uncorks it, a faint smoke pouring out the mouth of it when she does. The vial is tossed, overhand and with quite a bit of practice, out toward Zeke and Tom. It shatters in a cloud of light blue smoke, spreading around in a fashion not unlike a Sleep spell. Rose, however, does not wait to see if it helps sedate whatever it is that has a hold on a Zeke before she tugs Ariel along. "Come on, sweetheart, we'd best be going," Rose's expression sours. "The dock'll collapse any minute and--" She looks up at the sky. "I don't think we want to be in the sea at this rate."

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' My, my. It looks like it is time to exit stage left. Gathering her skirts up with one hand and grabbing her sheathed blade with the other, Margaux dashes away from the docks as fast as she can. The dancer has to weave her way through the fleeing crowd, but her agility seems to be paying off despite being hampered by her current attire. And Margaux suddenly remembers why she does not accept work from strangers she did not know. There was a too great of a chance that it would end in skull clouds and dark magic these days.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason is just keeping the heck to her job she's got the charges place she's done shes' going to get the hell out she's not wantin to be here if and when they go off. Either way she's turning to book it even as things start to go bad? The Plan's gone, it's time to get the Diablos out of here rreally and that's what she's doing.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Splash! Ariel's in the drink along with a bunch of random debris that would make swimming... Problimatic at most. Thing of it is once she hit sea water she had her tail again. Actually it wasn't quite the same but close enough that all her old experiance would work. Close enough. The demonface flinched and Zeke screamed as if he were the one struck, or maybe it was from the fact Tom was a dirty fighter and wanted despirately to live. Someone screamed his name just before the pain and there was something else. Something strangely scented combined with that woman's voice that punched through the fog and the drums. Who? He tried to think and there was a flicker of something in his eyes. Then just as realization something was amiss he got punched in the face. So the fight continued a moment longer before both men realized where they were fighting wouldn't be there much longer. Yet before Tom could run off Zeke grabbed him by the leg. "No cully jim. No.... You're coming with me." THen he added in a less vengeful tone. "My ship be closer too. Straight thataway." Point for emphasis. "That way. Run. Now." SHove. He would've 'escorted' the man himself except in the scufffle his leg's d gotten bound and he had the problem of a voice screaming in his head."Get out!" <No.> There were no words from the skullface in the sky but it's 'voice' reverberated in Zeke's head. <You have woken that which lay eternal and I have named you my vassel on this earth.> Horse laughter even as the dock broke apart and men were diving for the ocean. Zeke's crew would have aided but they had troubles of their own fighting free of the stampeeding crowd and in more than a couple cases getting tangled in debris themselves. "I renounce you." He reached for where his sword had fallen. "God as My shelter and provider I renounce you Daemon." <Then go mortal man. Go to the sea and see what mercy it shows.> Given he was tangled and wouldn't be free before going under. About the only mercy he could expect would be if something knocked him out before the thrashing was over.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel screams as the dock underneath her tumbles apart. She grabs for Rosemarie's hand - but, in the confusion, when Rose is throwing a potion, she loses her grip and tumbles off the dock. She's in the water, and worried. She has no idea how humans do it, being unable to breathe down here... But after a few gasps, and glubs, she realizes she's breathing just fine... her lungs expelling air and filling with water without any problems. Then she looks down. She has a mild moment of panic. She lost her thingamagiggers... er, her boots, and that's the first thing she ntotices, but it only registers a moment before she she realizes she has no legs anymore, at which point, she just starts flailing as if that'd be the best way to escape herself.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' As Nagetta moves closer she's noticed at the docks collapsed, that wasn't part of the plan at all! Of course the sunking debris making a bit difficult for her to get too close but she tries to swim around it. She doesn't see Zeke or Ariel, hopefully they weren't getting pulled underwater.

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' It takes her a moment longer than Ariel, but Rosemarie goes under. When she resurfaces she looks like her normal self again, save for she's much messier than usual and soaked with seawater. She treads water for a moment before muttering something to herself, after which she blows a bubble. It's small, at first, but before long it's bigger than her head. There's an awkward moment where she has to work her face through it, but afteward she seems significantly less worried about drowning. In fact, the dark elf dives back under in search of Ariel, Zeke, and the others. It's rough swimming, but she seems to be doing well enough.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason has to make her wy to escape she's running as fast as she can the feeling od the Daemon has set the water a bit well on edge fart as she can tell she knows the thing is a horror that should not be. AS for her she's sprinting through the port making for hte harbour if she's got to swim it she'll do so at this rate.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' <That's it.> THe demon not-voice crooned. <Rest. Struggle no more...> It was a seductive idea. What more did Zeke have to give? Also he was hallucinating since apparently he saw Ariel with a fish tail. Wierd. It was actually kindof nice down here except the whole burning lung thing. Wait... Oh right Drownding. <Jack that and you. I plan on LIVING!> Zeke wriggled free and started swimming for the flaily mermaid under the idea he wasn't hallucinating and she was in trouble all her own. Nevermind getting elbowed or punched he grabbed her by the back of her shirt and shoved her towards where all the bubbles were goin.. which is kindof the direction he wanted to try swimming too. AIR! He breathed deep before almost getting clonked in the noggen by a speaker. Thankfully it was only a near miss which for some reason eh found funny. And something was screaming overhead. Oooh right 'mister sunshine demon face' He reached past the camera's view to make a gesture at the clouds before trying to figure out where Ariel was. "Ariel!" Dive. Look around. Surface for air. "Ariel! We have to get to the ship!" For the moment at least he didn't give any outward sign of seeing her fins. Indeed his crew had either already made it safe and were fishing anyone up they could or were in similar 'trying to get out' situations. Tom was on ship busy pulling anyone and everyone he could out of the drink. All while this was going on the face in the clouds made clawing motions with it's hands while the magi threw lightning and fire it's way to keep the daemonic whatsit distracted. Zeke caught sight of Rosemarie and actually didn't seem that phased by the bubble. "Where's Ariel?" There was an edge of panic in his voice. He wouldn't have noticed her if she was right behind him at that moment. Then again kindof hard to hear anything going on unless it's right next to you thanks to all the screaming, and stuff floating around. Was that cannon shot? Yes. Yes that was. Most of the ships in the harbor it seems were shooting at the sky. Seems everyone had the brilliant deduction that whatever was up there caused the mess down here. At least they seemed to have their priorities straight? A few of them could even be heard, if one actually could bother to listen, 'You Are A Pirate!'. A merry lot most of them. Could be the song more than the shot was doing damage.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel nods, and tries to get to the ship. Yes, she's... a really good swimmer, though the skirt she's got on tangles her up a bit as it takes on water. She has no difficulty at all adapting to her old form. In the waves, she loses her pretty hat, which she definitely is going to regret later. Though... maybe not as much as letting her friends see her with a fin. That's kind of hard to explain. "Zeke, are you okay?!"

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta's a bit surprised to see Ariel with a fin, but she's not upset or anything. Instead she's more concerned, as she makes her way back to the ship. She does her best to try and help them as well. It looks like they're going to have to try again some other time, getting out of here was more important right now.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "Later later! Go!" Zeke swam surprisingly well given all the debris in the water. He even at one point managed to pass Ariel and patted her on the shoulder. "We'll talk later. Want them to try carrying you on board?" He wasn't surewhat to do about her new condition. He really wasn't.

:'''[[Rosemarie]] has posed:''' Rosemarie quirks a brow at the fin, but refrains from comment. If she spoke up about every bit of strangeness she encountered she would never stop talking. This is just a fact of her life. She seems anxious to get on the boat, whatever the case, because she does not like being wet. The bubble is still there. "Good to see you're back with us, sugarplum." she says to Zeke as she climbs aboard. And then there's the issue of Ariel. She seems to be considering how to best tackle that one.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel isn't sure what to do about it either. But, she does appear to be a mermaid, under the condition where she hits the water, at any rate. She'll need to be drug up onto the ship. And then, she looks horrified. Maybe it will... go away on its own. She remembers the portal worked before... "If we get out of here," she tries to explain, but it's very hard to explain.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Of course this isn't the first time, Nagetta's seen someone's lower body change shape. Still, she's never seen a mermaid before, so it's a bit surprising. "Is everyone alright..." The shy girl speaks up a bit, still not fully sure of what happened. There would be time to go into more detail later, she knows they need to get out of here right now.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason has mande it well to the water and she's diving in she's swims quickly like she was something that should be in teh sea as she's making for the ship her self it's time to go and she does know she'll need to get back to the ship. She can see it now and she keeps on swimming.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Not everything went to plan. In fact nothing did really. However Tom was in their custody and the clouds were breaking. The ship the strike team was on was still free and clear however. That was the important thing. That and even with whatever curse had veen lain on him Zeke had his friends. As for Ariel. There were orders to treat her as they had before. If she wished to talk it was her choice, but there were more important matters to tend to before then.

Ahoy!

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:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' It'd been a couple days since Zeke had left word to diffrent people that he needed aid. While he wasn't entirely pleased at the Church's official indiffrence to the situation he could understand given how stretched thin they wre. On the balance the one Nezu he had hoped would sign on anyway had promised aid and so long as he wasn't directly ordered not to go... Port Royal. Just as hectic and Chaotic near the docks as Zeke remembered. Sure the world was in a rather peculiar spot and all sorts of dark nasties about but life goes on. It has to else everyone's heads go pop from stress. Zeke himself had just finished hauling a few people back from an overly foggy island which he hand't really planed on doing but it was a short enough hop, relatively speaking (and especially with hte aid of a pair of magi that knew how to manipulate the winds to their own use,) before his main jaunt ot Tortuga itself. This was right and prudent as you don't take untried gear into a life or limb situation and it was a good thing he had done so as there were several 'minor' things that could have turned major had he not spotted them. While Zeke's crew was busy wit hrepairs the man himself was waiting 'round an eatery. OK fine it was a bar and it really wasn't that pleasent to look at but it's where he'd left word he'd be findable at. Why here/ Why when the customers tended to be disreputable and the decor was of the 'demolish it and build something better instead' school? Somehow the owner had gotten Coffee in spite of Coffee being the Drink of the upper class. Plus they had some of the best sweetrolls on the island. Never underestimate the value of a good breakfast.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Peeer. Faruja stands outside the bar that his employee slash ally had chosen for their meeting place. Well used to run-down taverns in his time as both Inquisition agent as well as soldier, this one however makes what he's used to seem fit for kings. Nevermind he was here at Port Royal. He'd already racked up one duel challenge from a rude noble, and been forced to knock a few teeth in within the rougher parts of town. He doesn't take well to being referred to as a 'filthy rat'. Sitting down as he enters, the Burmecian smiles. "Dear Captain. Lord bless. Quite the...interesting choice of venue." All said lowly so as not to insult the owners, of course. He'd rather not have his food poisoned or spat in.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke smiled warmly to Faruja and saluted the Nezu Inquisitor with his mug. "I know i know it be a rough and delapidated place." He jerked a thumb at the hefty sized lass working the counter. "But Mabel do be a fine an' forgiving lass." Faruja would have caught scent of Coffee. "This the man you were telling me about Zeke?" Mabel's voice was warm and friendly. When Zeke nodded she poured a second mug of coffee and went to retrieve somethign from the kitchen that, on her return was a plate of bacon, eggs, sweet rolls all on a clean ceramic plate and smelling apppetizing. "Lord bless and keep you Sir Knight." Zeke took another drink. "But I find the service more than makes up for the decore." Sure no two pieces of furnishing matched in the place and the two other customers were grey haired wild bearded sorts that looked like they'd litterally washed up a few hours before, but the food smells were pleasent and unlike many of the other residents of Port Royal Mabel herself didn't give pause or show any horror at Faruja's obvious inhuman nature.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Mmm. Coffee. A plate is brought over, the ratling soon sipping. Standing, Faruja offers a bow to the proprietess. "Well met, M'Lady. Such thoughtful service is a boon to any establishment." Then, sitting, he takes up eating. Breaking teeth and generally defending one's race and honor make a nezu hungry! Nom. "My reputation precedes me, then. Pray tell the good Captain has shared less folly than righteousness." "And you as well, dear Lady. Do allow me to pick up the good Captain's meal, hmm? Those whom labor well in the Lord's service deserve that much at least." Then, he turns to the Captain. "So. Tell me, doth the sea grant thy fortune for good or ill?" he starts, turning things to business.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta smelled something good as she made her way into the eatery. She hadn't eaten in a few days and it was getting a bit hungry. She nods at Zeke and Faruja as she makes her way in. She feels a bit more relaxed with familiar faces around. Hopefully, she wouldn't get in trouble for coming in here. Lamias aren't welcome in a lot of places.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke shook his head. "Just got back from a short hop to make sure my aquisition works as well as advertised. Both fortunate in that there are repairs that needed making, and shameful in how much I had to pay for even this much." Seriously he was like... almost broke. However the ship would be His. "While out an about I caught sight of Miss Zia an a few others. Short story we ended up stumblin onto a group of the sorriest pirates ever claiming th'title lookin fer somethin. No fightin' Small favors. Managed t'find a fine pair of boots an a watch. Not sure where the Watch came from as it not be from here." Before he could continue Nagetta slithered in. Mabe blinked at the Lamia and smiled warmly after a slight pause. "You." SHe sounded both amused and cross as she addressed Zeke. "You didn't tell me more company was coming." Then to Nagetta she gestured to an empty spot at the counter. "Sit... or whatever it is seems comfortable I'll have fresh made soon enough." Food smelled good. God help this woman she didn't know how much Nagetta could eat. Yet she seemed genuinely friendly. Zeke tipped his hat to the lass. "Miss Zia, Emi, an another found portions of a map I'm offerin t'help decipher. After all be it from here I am the best choice an if it lead t'nother shard any personal deprivement of welth be worth th'reward."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja tilts one ear as he listens. "Did you now?" The mention of Zia has him smiling widely, before he coughs and regains his composure. The mention of a watch has him nodding. "Interesting. Mayhap you should have it examined. Know you whether 'tis but a watch, or something more magical in nature?" Inquires the Templar, before turning to spy a certain lamia slithering on in. "Ahh, Lord bless Lady Nagetta! Come, come. You look famished, my dear. Meals are on me." Poor rat. He too may just go broke soon, with those very words. He perks up again at the mention of a map, the ratling pulling aside a chair to let Nagetta have a spot to coil up in. "Quite. The shards simply cannot be estimated in value. Well done. Let me know should it come to anything, I may just be able to convince my superiors of the necessity of lending more direct aid."

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' "Thank you." Nagetta takes a seat on the chair, coiling her tail below her so she can fit on it. That's a better reaction then she got from a lot of people. "Are you sure about that?" Her attention turns towards Faruja. You didn't know how much she could eat if she was hungry enough. Thankfully for him, she wasn't completely starving. "A map, is there anything I can do to help?" She's not sure if she can decipher it, but there must be something. She grins a bit as she hears Emi's name.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "It do be a watch." At those words Zeke fished the pocketwatch out to let Faruja examine. It looked like your classic 19th century pocketwatch save that it didn't work and it's hands were stuck at 4:30. "I only know it canna be native of this world an it was found in a box of rusted an rotted junk." Maybel had brought out a plate of Bacon, Eggs, bisquits. Lady worked fast, that or she was already cooking when Nagetta slithered in. Probably the latter given Zeke had been here for awhile. Oh and fresh coffee, black, with honey for sweatener. "Also lucked out an foun a fresh pair of boots. Very comfortable, an feels like they be made fer me. The rest of the clothes not so much. In fact with a wee bit o trimming an stitchin Miss Ariel might find a few t'her likin." There was a soft laugh and the captain hid the sudden flush by turning attention to his food. "Suspect she would be interested with a wardrobe with a story to it rather than finery for it's own sake. Besides, several of th'shirts are quite well made." The pants? While she did seem the more pro-active sort of girl Zeke just couldn't see Ariel wearing pants. Besides most of his human crew had raided the contents of the footlocker he'd brought back. Then Nagetta asked how she could help. "Actually y'both can help with a wee... personal matter. Me mother's alive, fled when th'world started breakin apart yet she's in the 'tender' care of some git currently weighin anchor at Tortuga." Pause. Thankfully for him Mabel didn't seem to be the sort to chime in and the other patrons were busy with their game of cards, or talk... or whatever the two old salts were up to. "I only have a couple days t'get her an whoever else is in irons with her. I have a plan... but I neeed people t'help pull it off."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' A small nod, and Faruja smiles. "I shall be sure to point you to someone whom can properly appraise it." He comments on the watch. Tail flicking, he turns to Nagetta. "Hardly could I allow you to go hungry. Eat, please. Pay no worry to it." Famous last words of Faruja's bank account. His face goes grim at the mention of Zeke's mother. Remembering well his own lost kin, he stares the merchant in the eye. "Go on." There's an edge in his voice that wasn't there a moment ago, righteous anger bubbling beneath the surface.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta's eyes light up as she sees the food, and grabs an entire piece of bacon. She sticks in it in her mouth and swallows it without chewing. She then turns a bit red as she realizes, "Oops, I'm suppose to take smaller bites and chew..." She remembers the proper manners she was taught. "Sure, I can help with that." The lamia would be a good distraction if nothing else. "Just tell me what to do. I don't know much about boots and pants." She doesn't wear them of course. "The shirts do sound nice though." Sure, she might be half snake, but's she still female and interested in clothing.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke watched Mabel stare at Nagetta's almost litteral inhailing of the entire platter. "Huh... Well this is going t'be interestin'." She gave Faruja a level look. "Still sure you wanna pay her way Sir?" After that The Captain eyed Nagetta appraisingly. "Depends. How well cn you swim?" Beat. "OK depending on if you can or not here's what I"m thinking. Notall of my money was spent on the Talisman." Apparently that was a ship of some sort, or it could be something else. However it was Important. "I'd, before leaving Traverse, gotten hold of a quantity of explosives. Dunna ask how, an way t'set these explosives off from afar. What I need is someone who can put these charges beneath th'water line of several ships as once things get hairy we be needin t'ensure persuit isn't possible an where we go will be a hostile port. Pirates everywhere, guns blazin, Once our hand tips," He paused to try sorting himself. Tortuga was a place of legend and story. A haven of pirates and outlaws. "Tortuga is a bad place full of bad men. Despirate men. It isn't completely lawless though an these sort do have generally a code of conduct atwix themselves. They will band together when we show that we are outsiders after one of their own." then to Faruja he gave a level glance. Behind his eyes a storm was brewing. "Much as i would love t'have this man's head hanging off the bow of my ship Miss Hati says they be plannin somethin and whatever that be it's liable t'be important." From an inside pocket of his coat he pulled out a sketch she'd made of the man and another of the bits of ship she'd seen. "That man. He must be taken alive and able to speak. He has....." Headshake. "A bound and defensless woman aboard a pirate's ship..... I dunna wish t'think of the particulars an th'crime is why I'm gon be part of th'distraction instead o the strike team. Too much risk I'll simply run th'<GOOSEHONK> through an be cone with it." Then Zeke paused to look around just in time to see a goose waddle thorugh the front door. Sigh. "Shoo!"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja /stares/ as the snake-woman inhales her food at an impressive rate. Turning slowly to Mabel, he steels himself, and nods. "A Temple Knight is hardly one to rescind his word, M'Lady!" With every bite Nagetta takes, he can practically feel a coin slipping out of his pocket. Be brave, rat! Slowly, despite the grim matter at hand, Faruja smirks. Excitement at the prospect of some real action begins to take over. One doesn't become a knight without loving danger, after all. "Well then! We shall simply have to make the best of things. Certainly thy crew can handle their seamanship, 'tis all in your hands come our escape by sea. Quality over quantity, as they say." The thought of half of the port being against them doesn't seem to phase the rat. Indeed, he almost looks pleased at the prospect of slaying a few outlaws. A swift nod. The rat quickly memorizes the man's features. "Ahh, he knows the location of our captive then. If it pleases you, once we take him, I shall have the dear Lady Inquisitor ferret out the information. She is quite good at that sort of thing." A pause. "Provided you did not wish to...interrogate...him personally. Few seem to survive their confessions after a few weeks."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' One ear perks, however. "...When did you last speak with Hati?" he asks, suddenly. The Burmecian can't quite hide a look of hope on his features, as well as deep concern.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' "Well, I can eat less I know most people don't eat for a long time all at once." Nagetta didn't want to be too much trouble. "I can swim fairly well." She notes "But I think I would be easier to notice." She's fairly long after all, and certainly stands out in a crowd. "I can try and charm the information out of him if you would like?" Of course that doesn't it always work and he could always panic upon seeing her.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke snorted dismissivly. "I do not know where his ultimate fate should end up Sir knight. Mayhap he's not entirely at fault. Mayhap this is the extent he can do t'keep those held" His Mother.... nO Block it. Push it aside. Worry later. Focus on it as an abstract rescue job. "While Hati gave more than I had right to expect and well worth every coin paid she couldn't read lips. Somethin 'bout local accent playin' merry havok for her." There was a deep breath as he considered the matter of 'interrogation'. His own crew had been threatened with this. He's had a tour of the facilities and means this would happen with when he stood up to the foul tempered screamy man who was originally his overseer. "If it comes to Questioning th'man," He emphasized 'question' as if it were an activity of importance, "I ask that I be there t'watch. Wouldn't be right fer me t'put a man to hazard an go about my way." He did not sound like he enjoyed the idea. iN fact it made him just a little ill, but it would be on his hands that this would happen so he wouldn't back away from watching the result. "I spoke with Miss Hati a few days back. She warned I had at best a week t'act afore a new crew be located and this man take t'sea again." He looked from Faruja then to Nagetta. "Hm. My plan had been as Ariel has a good singing voice to have a prformance drawn in with promise of free rum an othe rrefreshments while Faruja leads those 'board ship. Miri and John are already on th'way there t'find the ship that we need t'target. Faruja will lead once information has been gathered as he seems the proper choice." Then he looked to Nagetta. "Ye be rather long, but ye also might be mistaken fer mermaid... an given how they be takin in these parts that be protection all its own." Saw a ship that'd escaped the heartless only to be litterally ripped t'shreds. "However I leave Faruja in charge with who he wishes on his team." Though a thought had suddenly hit. Just as Mabel brought out a whole pig. Whole. Roasted and glazed before setting it in front of Nagetta. Strong lady if she's able to heft a ham like that around. "I'd brought hte guns off the Reliant through an the Talasmin far as i know can out-fight anythin short o a man of war, and even then it'd be a stalemate situation. I can hitfrom further off an more accurately, but in this instance we potentially be outmanned ten ships t'one. S'why I wish t'even things out by havin demolition charges set t'cause mahem in our wake." Plus there was One gun.... More specifically the shells that this gun had been prepped to fire. It cost him near as much as the ship to have crafted. Rifled slugs infused with magics that would make them hit with the power and force of a gun three times it's size. Everything he had was sunk into this. It was, after all. His Mother. Yet there was more here. "However not all take th'life o piracy by choice an, like Sparrow, not all are inherently wicked men. If at all possible I wish t'try appealin t what better nature might stil lexist. We need all we can in this war. Any ideas Ser Knight on how t'both prepare t'level th'place an yet hold back on those that wish t'aid our efforts?"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja silently takes in both of his companion's words, frowning lightly. The matter of the wolfess takes up much of his attention. A few days ago. Prior to the celebration in Fluorgis. It all starts to fit together quite well, and the rat shivers. "'Tis your operation, Ser Fawkes. If you wish to be so...merciful to those whom deprive others of their Lord-given freedom rather than meting out righteous justice, well...you are a merchant. I suppose I cannot fault you." Clearly the pair have differences of opinions when it comes to slaving pirates! A glance to the naga. "That would be for the best. Easiest way, if he is of weak will. You shall come with the assault team. Given the performance, your length shan't be overly obtrusive methinks." Turning back to Zeke, trying to ignore the entire pig that the nagaess is no doubt about to consume, the rat nods. "Then, good Captain, we simply need something more subtle than simple firearms. There are a few newly made Temple Wizards that could do with a bit of target practice. From what I know, the locals are a superstitious, ignorant lot...no offense to current company...and seem to believe our Faram-given magic is witchery. Considering the lack of enchantments against flame, well...I think it shall do nicely, hmm?"

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' "Do you want to share this with me?" Nagetta looks at the entire pig, a bit surprised. She hadn't plan on eating that much. She was hungry, not completely starving. "A mermaid?" She's kind of curious if there's any water snake people here now. Or just normal snake people. "I see, I shouldn't eat a whole pig if I'm going to go swimming soon." That would just weigh her down. She just cuts off one of it's legs for now. "The assualt team? I think I can manage that."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "What i Want Faruja is to flay the man. Strip him of everything and leave his exit from this world as weeks of pain and screaming." Zeke's words were suddenly hard. Maybe it was Faruja's insistence on Zeke being merciful. "He's a slaver and he's taken my family from one horror into another. However" Deep breath. "He has information that might be of importance. I do not believe /all/ of Tortuga though should suffer that fate. We might have aid if this be played right. Tat man though." A man he had for a time treated as he would a brother. He was a man that crewed alongside him and his older bother on his father's boat. "That man.... After we have our answers I want him screaming." There was sudden coldness to his voice. "Even your inquisition's methods I would consider too kind with what he's done to my family." He shuddered both at how easy it was for his mind to go to such a dark place and because he had been daught to show mercy and compassion as the lord had shown unto man for their collective transgressions. "Yes... I am ill suited for the direct assault so I leave the particulars in your hands. Perhaps..." He started to grin slowly. "A little smoke and thunder to go with the display I had in mind so I cn personally make an appeal. England. The Spanish. The Other powers of the world all seem to think slavery itself is fine and proper. 'Save' a native populous by putting them in chains, wipe their culture from the map. I dunna care what heathen gods they had before. T'make a man quite claim over their own culture that completely and tell him he is now no better tha na piece of furnishing." Mabel summed up Zeke's thoughts by spitting at something on the other side of the counter.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' The outburst by Zeke is taken calmly by the Templar. A small nod. "Such can be arranged. My apologies." The rat smoothly counters, crossing his legs. "However, the greater concern is thy dear kin. All simply enough contrived, my dear Merchant. Truly, and I thought Ivalice to be vile. Whatever the politics, at least we keep our evils amongst each other, rather than reaching out to place others in chains." Standing, the rat nods. "Then I have much to prepare. Here, for the meal. Oh, and M'Lady Mabel? Take the rest as thy well earned wage. Ladies, Ser, by your leave. I shall meet thee both once everything has been arranged."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke bowed politely to the Nezuian then got to his feet before offering a hand to Nagetta. "Shall we then? Port Royal has much to offer. Jewelry, finery, games of skill and chance. Art.... All that the New World has.... Had... Wahtever. It's a grand city. Care to take a stroll?" Smile. Time to put the bleak mood behind him. Enjoy the day for tomorrow we may die.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta cringes a bit at Zeke's comment. She knows Zeke's upset and isn't going to argue with him. Still thinking is painful. She finishes eating, before getting up and taking his hand. "Thanks for the meal, it was quite good." It should keep her full for a while at least. "Sure, if I won't cause too much trouble by being around.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke waved a hand dismissivly. "They be needin t'get used t'the stranger ways of the worlds." He didn't much care what anyone thought. The lass wasa friend. "Besides. I figure y'might like t'see the stuff I'd gotten off the island last night."

So there's all this Rum see...

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}}
:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' It's been long enough since hte business with Atlantis, the Giant Crab, Zeke getting flung back onto dry land and missing all the 'fun' that he's back in Traverse. This time though he's at an open lot between buildings sitting on enough kegs of, at least by the markings and what's in his mug, rum that you could use as furniture. He took a drink and whenever someone slowed down to look he'd point ot the sign proclaiming all this leftovers from a party last night that didn't actually happen. Then he'd set the drink down, pick up a guitar, and start playing whatever song happened to come to mind. Surprising, since he only first saw the insturment since hitting Traverse, at how good he is.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra had retuened home the giant mecha crab was defeated, they'd bene bklown out she thinks they got the shard but it been time to sleep shortly after she got back to town and she'd slept as she always does. Like a freaking rock, as he always does she's now down at the b3ech just out andf about really she's paused at the place and is going to sit down for the moment, she needs to take a break. Unaware of the captain for a moment

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke was playing a slow tune and enjoying the 'donations' from the diffrent persons helping themselves to the rum thanks to a hat he'd set out for that purpose. When he spotted the leathery wings of a Gargoyle wander past he upended the cap into a canvas sack and passed the guitar on to somebody who seemed interested in playing before persuing. While by all rights he should be, and was, rather tipsy Zeke did a reasonable job of mantaining composer even after he recognized the Gargoyle as someone from the expidition he'd invited himself to. "Oi!" His voice sounded loud in his ears. "Miss..." He frowned and muttered an oath. He didn't remember if the lady had introduced herself or not. "You were at the Giant Crab Thing Roit?"

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra pauses for a moment turning to the man chat's calling for her. She looks over at Zekek for a moment "!!! Your all right, we been wondering what happened yo you Captain. It seems you surived well enough and yes I was there."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke snorted dirrisivly. "Takes more 'an a overgrown crab t'end me lass." In spite of the good natured laugh there was something about his face. "Just wounded pride and was thrown back t'land. Other an that I'm fine." Wounded pride mostly. All he managed was to get half killed off the rock crab. "S'while I was at loose ends went over t'miss lOckheart's bar an... ah... comendeered most of her stock in Rum an Other liquers." Dismissive gesture. "Dunna worry I paid fair price an she's gettin a cut o what donations I be gittin. Wha'd i miss last night? Ye find what ye were lookin fer?"

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra says "Not sure if it was a crab or not it lookc mehanica." She listens "Never thought otherwise honestly and you eem to ghave been enjoying it." Shw wonders "Is that rum is is it something else if it's rum i'll take a glass of it."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke grinned and led the gargoyle lass to his impromptu booze stand before pouring a glass. "Really... iffin tha's where Miss Ariel be from an maybe it's fer the best I dinna run inta her Da." There was a soft chuckle. "Guard Dogs like that make for very paranoid persons in my experiance." The phrase 'overkill' might have been used if Zeke knew what that meant.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra drops some mummy in there. "Overkill, it's like using canon to kill a flea." She tilts using osmething she hopes Zekek would get and she'll get some booze her self one thing o it shouldn't hurt too bad and she drops in some mummy to cover it. "Dunno the worlds are such a patch work it's honestly hard to tell." And she starts working at her drink a bit.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke laughed again. "Aye .ass. That about sums up what th'monstrocity felt like. Usin artilliery t'go after mosquitos." Along with the kegs and old wood barrels and whatnot there were platters of food set out. Of these he plucked a handfull of cheese sticks out and started eating. "But if that do be Miss Ariel's home I'm afraid I'll have t'go back. Promised her I'd talk with her da. Try getting him t'see sense in at least allowing th'lass a little leeway else she's gon do as she pleases anyhow an leave him completely forgotten til it's too late t'take it back."

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra says "There's a term for that in Manhattan it's called Overkill." She downs some more of her drink now seeming to enjoy it it been a hell of a long time since she'd had anything really to drink. "I don't think I met her in more than passing I'm afraid, and family issues those can be tricky but what do I know really. It's not like Gargyoles have quite the same family struture as humans do."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke shrugged before finishing the cheese things off. "Givin th'watery nature of th'place I dunno what sort her family be like an it foolish t'assume it be like my own." After all Atlantis was, by accounts, full on so far underwater had they not had that light to go by they would have been in pitch blackness. Strange living conditions indeed. "By the by." He poured himself more drink. "Have ye any of those coins still? Th'ship designs looked a might familliar. At least wha wasn't smashed t'bits. I'd go tryin t'track Sparrow down an... releave him of his excess burden he's no doubt made away with, but good luck tryin t'catch that one! Plus," Laughter, genuine warm laughter, "He's likely already spent it all on dice an women."

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra says "The question is given all the recks that thing had been functional for hundreds if not thousands of years. Either it was being maintaned somewhere or somehowe it was self maintaning. "I do have a few of the coins back at the TDA I as keeping them to try and date some things. SParrow was an interesting fellow...and I can't blame him after what happened."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke shooked his head. "He is a good man in spite of himself an no matter how hard he tries at being selfish." More people gathered 'round and money, drink and whatnot happened. Sure he wasn't getting nearly the sort of money he would if he were actually /selling/ rather than hat on the ground, but it wasn't something ot sneeze at. "But he is not somethin or somebody t'put faith in unless y'can convince him it's in his best interest an self preservation." Still. He had a warm memory of Jack in the one time he'd robbed Zeke's ship. "Took far less an he could've but he is every inch a pirate."

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra says "I'll keep that in mind in dealing with him in the future." She leans back a bit using her tail for a moment "I can get it and well the are far worse people right? I'll deal with theives if I have to so long as they are not slavers. I'll worry about worse evils in the world to be honest. There are far too many." Also more drink whee.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke shivered. Slavers. "Aye.. That is One thing. Possibly the only thing Jack will never hold to. Canna say I blame him either. Takin a prisoner. Havin someone pay with service for a debt That I get. Kidnappin someone or Obligatin them t'strip of their rights as persons an be Property." Tch. "Mate. People Ain't Cargo." Rather unambiguous sentement. Sip. He picked the guitar up and started playing again. When I stand and look About the port And contemplate my life, will I Ever see my countrymen again? As the captain calls us on the deck I take my things and walk To the harbourside, I glance back One last time.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra says "Then I'll have some respect for the man at least he doesn't deal in that. Agreed people are not cargo, at all." She downs the rest of her drink "Thanks for your help captain I do appricate it I'm sure a lot of others do with the shards we may be able to drag Manhattan out of the darkness..."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke smiled and continued playing his guitar. Fleeing our nation, our problems We leave behind. Ships by the tenfold sail Out on the tide. We are pleased to be out and Embracing the open sea. Free from our troubles And more free from thee. It sounded like a contemplative song hopeful and at the same time mournful. This caused more than a little confusion from the party goers but whatever. Party On.

Zeke

2013-03-04T06:14:49Z

EzekielFawkes:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Ezekiel
|lastname=Fawkes
|age=Mid 20's
|image=Jean_Laffite_1873.jpg
|caption=Dashing Fellow innit?
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=6'0
|weight=197
|series=Pirates of the Caribbean
|styles=+Pirate
|hometown=Clovelly, North Devon - England
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Pirates of the Caribbean
|occupation=Merchant Captain
|themesong=Talisman - Iron Maiden
|quote="A tall ship and a good crew I have. It's a matter of Fortune an Adventure I lack."
|footer=Got beat up by a Magical Stone Crab, Found a new pair of boots, About to go to Tortuga and punch a pirate in the nose.
}}
= Overview =
One does not simply make deals with entities capable of coming through on such tall orders as fully equipped and crewed sailing vessels of an ocean-worthy nature. One especially does not do these things without reading the fine print and consider how these terms can be twisted about. It isn't a case of Zeke being made to do things he would find repulsive, as he has enough leeway with the church to do their mandated tasks in manners he deems fit (much to their continual annoyance.) It is a matter of constantly being at beck and Call on exceedingly short notice. This translates to him thinking he'd get a ship where he' only have to do the occasional job and instead has found himself constantly doing work he cannot speak of with little time for personal business.

Ah well there is still plenty of strange to be had in the worlds between the young maid Ariel, Faruja proving time and again no matter how much the church grates under the young captain's skin it has good people working within it, and the creature known as Deelel that claims to have been made by Men.

Some of these mysteries are more pleasant than others and Zeke intends on unraveling them. After all what else can he do when the big tasks of finding and freeing lost worlds seems so far beyond his capabilities one might as well wish for birds to carry them to the moon?
= Skills =
*'''Man of the sea:''' Zeke has served on ships since he was old enough to walk. He's familiar with more or less every position from the lowest deckhand to charts and even how to work the guns. It is as natural an occupation to him as weaving or baking are to others. Even 'modern' advances that are past his time make some amount of sense after a few minutes of walking it through logically. Though just because he can understand the value of modern conveniences like motors or whatever does not mean he's fully transitioned away from sail and muscle power. After all it is what he knows, it's what he's found dependable. Why tinker with what works? 

*'''Adaptable:''' Stuck in a strange land thanks to your own refusal to follow the orders of some stuffed shirt On High? Better be able to mentally deal with the consequences! Even before Zeke's trip to Traverse he had to deal with the likes of zombie pirates, merfolk that's wanted to haul him into the deep, pirates, the Spanish. You either have a good head on your shoulders or the sea pulls you under. Not much phases this man, which is good because the worlds be a weird place. 

*'''Slightly Educated:''' A side benefit of having a family that's worked the Shipping and Trade industry since, well nevermind. Point is from an early age he had learned how to read, write, basic mathematics, and why these things are important. After all while ye olde nobleman will gladly take him in as a simple minded fisher, or shipmaster Zeke is just waiting and totting up all the little things that can be used in his own favor come time for negotiations. Plus gotta know how to read to know what to make of ship's charts and maps! Sadly while he does have an uncommon amount of education for a man of his time Zeke is still of 'common' stock and so skipped out on philosophy, theology, and the like.
= List of Notable Associates =
'''[[Ariel]]:''' Curious lass from a world so unlike what Zeke is used to that even every day objects to her are new and interesting. She possesses an interesting and melodic singing voice and though inexperienced and not wholly understanding the risks and dangers freely puts herself in harm's way for the sake of others yet apparently comes from a home where she was to be shut away from the world. 
'''Status:''' Would I be a terrible person for pursuing the lass as a companion? Failing that I intend on ensuring she patches things up back home. 

'''[[Deelel]]:''' A Strange woman claiming to be a Program and thus a creation of Men rather than God. While he does not quite believe this claim she has proven smart, capable, and quite the little artist. She presents a mystery... as does her fear of water (the fact that Water from her home is lethal caused Zeke a temporary fit of catatonia.) 
'''Status:''' Interesting lass wit ha forthright nature and has stood between those that wish to harm others and those unable to fend for themselves. However she represents an unknown. 

'''[[Faruja_Senra]]:''' A Knight of the Church of Glabados. Honorable, but unlike most Monks or other Men of Faith Zeke has noted the curious fact that Faruja both possesses a sense of humor and a sense of fun about him. Yet the Nezu is quite dedicated to his faith and if given reason would likely stab the 'Good' captain if given sufficient cause. However Faruja would have to have a ''very'' good reason for this to happen. 
'''Status:''' Willing to drop just about anything he's doing to aid. 

'''[[Jack_Sparrow]]:''' Not really an 'Associate' So much as someone Zeke has had past dealings with after a fashion. Zeke knows this man. Knows he is not to be trusted and will cheerfully steal, plunder, etc etc his weasly black guts out. Yet he also knows Jack is a man of his word and a decent fellow in spite of best efforts. 
'''Status:''' Friendly, but Not Trusting. 
= Current Quests =
'''Name:''' ''A Broken Clock is Right Twice...'' 
'''Quest Giver:''' '''N/A''' 
'''Location Received:''' Mystery Island, Caribbean 
'''Key Item(s): Pocket Watch (''broken'') 
'''Status:''' ''Ongoing.'' 
= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Zeke

2013-03-04T06:04:10Z

EzekielFawkes:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Ezekiel
|lastname=Fawkes
|age=Mid 20's
|image=Jean_Laffite_1873.jpg
|caption=Dashing Fellow innit?
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=6'0
|weight=197
|series=Pirates of the Caribbean
|styles=+Pirate
|hometown=Clovelly, North Devon - England
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Pirates of the Caribbean
|occupation=Merchant Captain
|themesong=Talisman - Iron Maiden
|quote="A tall ship and a good crew I have. It's a matter of Fortune an Adventure I lack."
|footer=Got beat up by a Magical Stone Crab, Found a new pair of boots, About to go to Tortuga and punch a pirate in the nose.
}}
= Overview =
One does not simply make deals with entities capable of coming through on such tall orders as fully equipped and crewed sailing vessels of an ocean-worthy nature. One especially does not do these things without reading the fine print and consider how these terms can be twisted about. It isn't a case of Zeke being made to do things he would find repulsive, as he has enough leeway with the church to do their mandated tasks in manners he deems fit (much to their continual annoyance.) It is a matter of constantly being at beck and Call on exceedingly short notice. This translates to him thinking he'd get a ship where he' only have to do the occasional job and instead has found himself constantly doing work he cannot speak of with little time for personal business.

Ah well there is still plenty of strange to be had in the worlds between the young maid Ariel, Faruja proving time and again no matter how much the church grates under the young captain's skin it has good people working within it, and the creature known as Deelel that claims to have been made by Men.

Some of these mysteries are more pleasant than others and Zeke intends on unraveling them. After all what else can he do when the big tasks of finding and freeing lost worlds seems so far beyond his capabilities one might as well wish for birds to carry them to the moon?
= Skills =
*'''Man of the sea:''' Zeke has served on ships since he was old enough to walk. He's familiar with more or less every position from the lowest deckhand to charts and even how to work the guns. It is as natural an occupation to him as weaving or baking are to others. Even 'modern' advances that are past his time make some amount of sense after a few minutes of walking it through logically. Though just because he can understand the value of modern conveniences like motors or whatever does not mean he's fully transitioned away from sail and muscle power. After all it is what he knows, it's what he's found dependable. Why tinker with what works? 

*'''Adaptable:''' Stuck in a strange land thanks to your own refusal to follow the orders of some stuffed shirt On High? Better be able to mentally deal with the consequences! Even before Zeke's trip to Traverse he had to deal with the likes of zombie pirates, merfolk that's wanted to haul him into the deep, pirates, the Spanish. You either have a good head on your shoulders or the sea pulls you under. Not much phases this man, which is good because the worlds be a weird place. 

*'''Slightly Educated:''' A side benefit of having a family that's worked the Shipping and Trade industry since, well nevermind. Point is from an early age he had learned how to read, write, basic mathematics, and why these things are important. After all while ye olde nobleman will gladly take him in as a simple minded fisher, or shipmaster Zeke is just waiting and totting up all the little things that can be used in his own favor come time for negotiations. Plus gotta know how to read to know what to make of ship's charts and maps! Sadly while he does have an uncommon amount of education for a man of his time Zeke is still of 'common' stock and so skipped out on philosophy, theology, and the like.
= List of Notable Associates =
[Jack Sparrow]: Not really an 'Associate' So much as someone Zeke has had past dealings with after a fashion. Zeke knows this man. Knows he is not to be trusted and will cheerfully steal, plunder, etc etc his weasly black guts out. Yet he also knows Jack is a man of his word and a decent fellow in spite of best efforts. 
'''Status:''' Friendly, but Not Trusting. 

[Faruja]: A Knight of the Church of Glabados. Honorable, but unlike most Monks or other Men of Faith Zeke has noted the curious fact that Faruja both possesses a sense of humor and a sense of fun about him. Yet the Nezu is quite dedicated to his faith and if given reason would likely stab the 'Good' captain if given sufficient cause. However Faruja would have to have a ''very'' good reason for this to happen. 
'''Status:''' Willing to drop just about anything he's doing to aid. 
= Current Quests =
'''Name:''' ''A Broken Clock is Right Twice...'' 
'''Quest Giver:''' '''N/A''' 
'''Location Received:''' Mystery Island, Caribbean 
'''Key Item(s): Pocket Watch (''broken'') 
'''Status:''' ''Ongoing.'' 
= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Zeke

2013-03-04T05:47:08Z

EzekielFawkes:

Barmaid and Mermaid

2013-02-26T23:41:17Z

EzekielFawkes: Inserting content that was accidentally in another scene. My Bad.

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/02/23
|Location=Traverse Town - Cloud Nine
|Synopsis=A barmaid, a mermaid and a crab walk in a bar. No punchline, just a social.
|Cast of Characters=Zeke, Tifa Lockhart, Deelel, Emi Dennou, Ariel
|pretty=yes
}}

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Its a quiet day in the bar. Well 'day' is entirely relative considerng that its always night in Traverse. But that doesn't stop the bar from running, they just look at the clcok more often rather than at the sun. Plus its not like all of the worlds are synched with their sun either. Its just all odd, but people get used to it nonetheless. Buysing herself behind the counter, one might miss her being there at all when they enter, as she's bent down behind it, checking on the stock underneath the counter, and in the small fridge there. Though there's a sound of 'hmming' musically, matching the music from the radio.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel decides to check out the bar. She's passed by it a few times, but hasn't stopped in yet. She now has a little extra pocket munny, though, and aside from that some new clothes to wear for different occasions. Today, however, she hasn't seen any reason to change out of her blue dress. Sebastian has been tagging along with her. It's partially since he still feels it's his job to keep her out of trouble, and partially because he really doesn't feel safe around most humans. Mostly, he stays hidden somewhere. Ariel has gotten used to having a babysitter since he can't really stop her from talking to people. When Ariel enters, with crab crawling slowly behind, it looks like there's no one in the bar at all at first. Maybe it's not open yet. It's so hard to keep track of time here.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart hears the door though, so she doesn't miss it. A hand appears behind the counter, pointing a finger up "One second~" announcing that there is someone there at least. A few seconds later, the barmaid bounces up, lifting a box up on the counter ro rummage in it later, pushing it aside as she sees the lovely red-haired girl sitting there "Hiya, welcome to the Cloud Nine." She smiles, quite the friendly girl.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ah, someone is here after all. This only startles Sebastian SLIGHTLY. He's getting better about this. He crawls up onto a stool, but, one in the corner. Ariel on the other hand just walks right up to Tifa. "Hello! I'm Ariel! I guess this is where people are buying the ice creams from!" She noticed the sign. She also noticed the Detective Agency sign, which means Emi must work here, but right now she doesn't need a detective.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart smiles, taking a rag to clean her hands a bit from the rummaging "Well we have sea salt ice cream, yup. But we're also a bar and restaurant, we handle all kinds, since we're also an inn. There are rooms on the upper floors." She glances over to the crab, tilting her head a bit "Friend of yours?" She's used to talking animals and such, so it wouldn't surprise her all that much.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Ohhh. That's good to know," Ariel says, though she isn't in need of another inn right now. "I bet you get all kinds of travelers from other worlds here." Ariel looks at Sebastian, and for a moment there's a silent communication. She sits up at the bar, crossing her legs, and then she squints at him. Finally, he speaks up. It's kind of quiet. "'Allo." "Yes, that's Sebastian." Ariel sighs, and rests her chin on one hand. She still wishes he'd get over his fear of humans but he especially dislikes restaurant locations. She tries... "I... don't suppose you serve fish here."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart tilts her head "Serving fish, as in a fish meal, or serving fishes like serving your friend there." She plays a bit on the words there, without ill intents, just giggling a bit. "Because we do have fish for those that ask of it. In filet mostly." Of course, she doesn't think that might pass off as a bad thing for the two, but there are many kinds of people here as well. Just the first time she meets a mermaid, even as a human shape. Not that she'd known Ariel is a mermaid at first glance, and she has no special powers to guess those things either. she waves to the crab nonetheless "Hi, if you wish for anything, let me know~"

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Sebastian looks at Ariel for a second, as if to say - you SEE? He points a claw at Tifa. Ariel sighs again, rolling her eyes. "Sorry, no, it wasn't a joke. He's just afraid of..." Ariel leans over as if it's a secret, but knows very well Sebastian can hear her. "Being eaten." She hasn't let anyone in on the fact that she's a mermaid. She's not interested in being a mermaid anymore, anyway. But at some point she's going to have to figure out how to get back home just to see if everything is okay... "I think I'll have an ice cream, though."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart smiles and nods, moving over to the ice cream bin to fish out a stick with the frozen treat on it for the ex-mermaid. "Here you go. Check the stick for possible prizes too." Sometimes you get a free one after all. Then, she moves over to the crab, leaning down to his level "Don't worry, we don't eat sentient, talking one. You have to understand that in every world things are different. In my homeworld, fishes weren't talking or even intelligent, they were simply food. For that matter, so are ducks. But in this world, there are many kinds of talking animals. I ever turned into a jaguar myself, you know." There's a story behind that. She pats the crab on the head before moving bck to the counter.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "A.... jagwar?" Ariel has never seen one. She looks like she wants to learn more of the story. But she also looks gleeful at getting the ice cream. The novelty hasn't quite worn off yet. "In our world, fish are not for food, and we t'ank you to respect dat--" Sebastian suddenly pipes up. Then he realizes he's talking to a human, and adds... "ma'am."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart nods "You've seen the portals, no doubt, that leads to different worlds? Well apparently when crossing certain portals, you also adapt to it, like how your money is converted to the local currency on its own. Same with bodies. We are still investigating it, but when we crossed a newly opened portal, we were in a savannah, and everyone had turned into animals." She nods to Sebastian "Don't take any offense when we say we eat fishes. If we captured a fish that would talk to us and beg for release or something, we wouldn't be able to eat it. Heck, I wouldn't be able to eat it personally. But the fishes we capture are... nothing. They are lifeless, no intelligence, they just stare in space, unfeeling. I understand you wouldn't want to eat any either way, just like I wouldn't want to eat human. Its just... a different way of thinking in this world, you need to adapt."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has heard about the place while she needed to aquire energy she didn't consume material for it as often as a human or another organic creature might still it was an intereting social thing. They had bars on the grid but that was it no real eastery the Users eating their local version of grid bugs for power was something she tried to not think about too hard. Still she needed to reachrge right and so here she wa wndiner into the pub looking for a place to at a converstion about food she thinks? The basic listens for a moment and then speaks up. "Also the natives of this world seem to need to consume other creatures to surive. It's the way of things even if it is ... disturbing at times. Generally the consumption of people is not taken well by most I seen." That may or may not have been the basic's attempt at humor

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel thinks for a minute about what Tifa said about portals. That... makes sense. She came through one, too. She looks at Sebastian for a moment, and there is another silent comment as if a mystery has now been solved. "Ahhh. I didn't... know that portals did that." About the fish, she frowns a little. "That's... really sad, actually." She looks over her shoulder and sees Deelel come in, and waves. But she's still being sad about the fish. The 'consumption of people' part just makes her look horrified. She didn't get the joke.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart nods, smiling "Don't worry anyway, we won't eat your friend there. As I said, its only because animals seem without any intelligence that we do. Some animals are smarter for us, like dogs and cats, and we don't want to eat them." She waves to Deelel "Its generalizing alot here, but if we were able to sense the animal's emotions we probably would be alot less inclined to do so. And different worlds showed us the possibilities. Talking animals, mostly ducks around here even. Walking on two legs, wearing a top hat even, those are traits that would be entirely human in our world. So you get used to the idea that its not humans, but any living creature with intelligence instead.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel considers that. She's eaten a few meats since she came here to this island. None of them were fish, but... what kind of animals were they? At home she always ate seaweed and such and it was so dull, so nice to have ice cream and other amazing human food. She nibbles on it a bit, hoping the ice cream didn't come from any animal that was upset by it. Maybe she should stick to vegetarian food. "I guess it's really a lot to think about. So what is your world like, other than no talking fish?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel seems to have failed at humor. "It is a chaotic world. To be sure and a veyr alien one to be honest." She looks at Tifa and nods a little bi "I'm sorry I'm still coming to understand some aspects of this world. "I was trying to make a joke I asn't trying to ... err." She didn't figure humor of her own people would be funny to many so prehaps she was trying too hard. She'll move to sit down and join the coverstation. "Oh! I'm sorry I should have introduced myself. I'm Deelel.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart smiles, leaning on the counter a bit "Well, if you ever go to the world of ruins, you'll know how my world looked like, more or less. Around Goug at least, otherwise known as Midgar in my world. It was a big metal, mechanical city in fact." The new world did have some advantages on that side. She nods to Deelel "its alright, sometimes humor also has different shapes, and what sounds funny for one person doesn't work on other people. It depends alot on their minset, like if they are distracted, angry, or otherwise not receptive. Also, it depends on other factors." She looks at Sebastian "Like mr Crab there, if you tried a fish or a crab joke, he might not find it amusing at all. Its hard to guage of the proper audience and timing for humor."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Ah, Sebastian used to be a lot more fun. I'm sure you'll be back to your old self in no time," Ariel asides to him. The crab starts to reply... "Well, if YOU were b--" I'm NOT gonna talk about it," Ariel says to him, cutting him off. Then she looks at Tifa. The talk of her world is fascinating. "That sounds so incredible! Is it still possible to get back there?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "I have been to the world of ruin on and off given I'm ith the Shard Seekers at the moment." She still had a hard time grasping few users could even understand what a computer was let alone operate or code with one. It was a sobering experiance to be sure, as for Goug I travel there very often given my current life situation at the moment." IE it was the Shinra or LEXUS with the grid box and thankfully it was the Shinra who while appear to just be notehr company well? Are not a elrich horror that has no place in the user world or the grid itself. "I'll get it some day, I'm doing better than some of my friends at adapting to here it would seem. Anway how much is the special?"

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart smiles and nods to the red-haired girl "Of course, I have another bar over there too. Its not too hard to get there once you get used to things. We have maps to help out as well." She smiles softly, Midgar can be fascinating to people that aren't new there, but the novelty wears off when you realize that people live in the slums. "Its always fascinating for people visiting for the first time, every world is like that. Like being transformed into a jaguar was pertty interesting." She looks at Deelel, "100 munny for today." She smiles "Here, let me test something about humor." She walks over to Sebastian again, sitting on the side of the table "Let's see if this kind of humor works on crabs." She clears her throat "Ms and Mr Lobster were at the beach, when mr Lobster decides to go get some ice cream cones. On the way back, since it wa sa hot day, he pauses to eat some of his ice cream. But meanwhile, his wife's cone was melting, so he licked his claw clean, and then ate the ice cream too because it was too melted. When he got back to his wife, she asked where's the ice cream, so he explained that he ate it. And she says 'You shellfish bastard'." Maybe not the best kind of humor either, but its a fish pun. At least its not stereotyped. She waits for a reaction before going back to ready the day's special meal for Deelel.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Well... Sebstian laughs. And so does Ariel. She covers her mouth as if choking back a guffaw, whereas his is more of a chuckle. Tension... slightly diffused. "I guess that's all right, girl," Sebastian says to Tifa. "I really want to go visit," Ariel says. She seems to be almost thinking, right now, but... she should at least finish her ice cream. It's dripping. She licks at it for a moment. Then she considers something. "Who are shard seekers?" she asks Deelel.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel forks over the money without much issue as she listens to Tifa's joke she 's not sure what to say to teh joke but she'll look at Sabsitan for a moment then to Ariel for a moment as she gets the joke it takes her a momen but she laughs. "A group of Adventurers who operate out of Fluorgis."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart smiles as she starts to cook it up. Its chicken rice today, with a side of vegetables. Nothing too fancy there, but its yummy smelling right now in the bar. "Shard Seekers devoted themselves to find the world shards, which are keys to finding new worlds. We saw one world get unlocked, the one we turned into aninals. We also saw one get locked down, Manhattan, which we are still trying to recover the world shard for it. They announced it was the first prize of the Hades Tournament, which I'm part of.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Manhattan. Ah. I've heard of that place. I hope you do restore it. I... wanted to see it!" Ariel says. "Big buildings, with metal and glass. It sounds amazing." The food does smell good, too. And it's not fish. She could probably have some. She finishes the ice cream as, well, maybe it's an appetizer.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "As am I our teams still need to face eachother Tifa." She nods to Ariel for a moment "It's the cloests I seen to my home outside of it to be honest." Given there seems to be some sort of connection between the grid and the world o it's creations it might not be that suprising to someone who'd seen both worlds. "I'm still concerned given how the election went."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart smiles to Ariel "Want some too? Its not much harder to cook for 2." She hmms musically, she seems to enjoy what she does really. "Manhattan was quite special, even compared to Midgar it was somewhat cleaner. It had alot more cars too. It was different, but similar at the same time, preffering glass towers to metal ones." She nods to Deelel "Should be next week, I'm looking forward to it." She smiles. She's competitive, but not mean.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Sure! It smells really delicious." Ariel has to ask, though... "What meat is that?" And what's a car? Oh no. She should know what a car is, shouldn't she? She tries to imagine it.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart smiles "This is chicken." She lets Ariel smell the plate she's readying. She would help about cars, if she knew of the confusion of the mermaid of course. "How about mr Crab, anything to eat or drink?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "It was an interesting city, but if we succeed it will be so again. I still wonder if it is restored what it will do about baron. Given some of the armorments they may have access to or be able to construct it could get bad. Can't worry about that right now and as for the election a I said I'd be careful Tid be very wary of the Black Guard...err DPS."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Sebastian seems willing to consider, but still a little uncertain. "M...maybe some udda time." Ariel gives him a kind of crooked look. Then she explains to Tifa. "They don't eat much anyway." She tugs on a piece of hair for a moment. "Well... I haven't fought a Heartless. But I'm willing to learn and help," she says to Dee. "With, uh, the Black Guard or whatever." Not sure who that is. So much to learn!

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Two Dennous are coming downstairs. Umi walks right up to the counter and says, "I desire a beer! A root beer!" Emi gives Umi a look and Umi waits a few moments and then adds, "The Network ammends the word 'please' to that statement a bit belatedly." Emi continues looking at Umi. "...This one will tip extra for acting out." She hangs her head. Emi nods once and then approaches Ariel, reaching into one of her pockets as she gets closer, a look of--yes!--determination on her face.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' The odd thing about tRaverse is it's always night. On the downside this makes a personal carcadian rythm pretty well go haywire unless you find other cues to go to bed, wake, go about your routine. On the plus side there's always someplace open to get a drink at. An this particular bar has so many interesting people in it. Zeke came walking thorugh smelling of sea and sun. He looked a little more tan than usual and there wre fresh patches here and there 'pon his coat."Miss Deelel." He nodded to Deelel carefully. "Ariel." He smiled to the redhead warmly. "Good to see the two of you around. How've the winds been blowing here as of late?" Somewhere else in the bar a trio of two foot and some odd change oddly dressed fellows chittered amongst themselves incomprehencably. In reality they were arguing over what to get to drink but from the outside what with the three stooges slapping and eye poking and whatnot it was so much violent comedy in the background. Well, mostly the background, Zeke noticed this and sighed theatrically. "Oi! You three!" The three shorties were suddenly at attention. "Behave." Then he looked around for whoever, or perhaps whatever, might be the bartender here. "Those three," Thumb jerked in the direction of the midget-stooges, "Nothing overly strong and none of this caffine business. They're... Exciteable enough as is."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart waves to the newcomers to the bar today, smiling. Yes, its always night in traverse, but the clock says its around 5pm right now. That's why its there at least, because otherwise good luck with it. She serves up the two plates of chicken rice and vegetables to Deelel and Ariel, nodding "No worries, that's why I was asking. Didn't expect him to want rice, but he could have wanted something else." She turns over to serve up the root beer for the network with a grin, and then turns back over to clean up the large, black cooking plate.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel notices Umi and Emi who get a wave from her perch at the bar. Zeekek gets a wave as she goes bck to her order. "Found shard of a city called Tokyo. Well part of it eitehr way. Still it's up to those who know how to deal with it. "They are not heartless they are form my world. I originally came here to seek help. i'm not sure what they are up to right now but they haven't broken any laws yet but I'm very wary." She shudders tot hink if the GAMES were ever implemented here.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel can definitely smell the sunshine and ocean when Zeke comes in. She'll have to go somewhere with sunshine again soon. "Hello! You've definitely been on an adventure! Hello, Emi!" She pauses, and then looks excited about something. "Oh! You should give me your... your number!" She grins. "So I can call you on your Telling Fone!" "What's Tokyo?" she asks Deelel. She has a hard time keeping up.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke had no clue of the Games or CLU or any of Deelel's homeworld but with a name like Black Guard these fellows sounded... difficult to deal with. That or they were ramatures taking on a grand name. Trouble is Deelel's so human you'd think she were lying by claiming to be a program involentary responses hinted ot zeke that she at least thought they were bad news. "Kokyo eh?" He looked sidelong at the Program. "Got a cook offn somewehre 'roundbouts there. Way he described it lots of tal lbuidlings, odd sounds... something called an arcade." Shrug, the word meant nothing to him. "Said all he was was just a food vendor before things went bad but... bah seeing th'man carry himself I canna believe it. He's a scrapper that one, and one of the best cooks this side of the carribean." Again he looked over to Ariel and quirked an eyebrow. "All I've got lass is this earpiece linkshell thinggie." He pulled the apperatus out of his ear and held it up for Ariel to see. "Seems whoever has one so long as y'speak theri name clear it'll give ye a connection and sounds just the same s iffin they be right aside ye. Downside is they haffta have one too else it dun work." Then his attention moved to Tifa. "Ale if you please missy and." Hrm. Chicken and rice. Something about that interested in. "Same as these two had if that's no trouble." Without much further preamble he founda seat for himself near enough to keep talking. "Sadly my own week hasn't been nearly so grand. Merely a village getting shelled by pirates diverting me from a routine run twix here an there ferrying supplies. Thankfully no more an we could handle an most've my crew have stayed behind to aid in repairs and defenses while I came back here to gather supplies to ferry back through."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Umi dejectedly puts some extra cash down for the root beer. Emi is being a little more generous than normal due to all that cash pinata money from Fluorgis. Though hopefully now they'll be able to recover what their city has lost. It should be over. It's over, right? Right. Emi glances over to Zeke. She nods to him once but remains silent otherwise. She assigns Umi to wave to Deelel and Umi waves to Deelel. "Strange, all this work to restore Manhattan...and yet we've found so many world shards in that pursuit, The Network supposes this is akin to irony." Emi is about to offer something to Ariel but she was distracted and--ends up having her Telling Fone number asked for. It takes her a moment to realize what she means by Telling Phone. "...Ah...Alright. This one has something for you as well." She reaches for a napkin and presses it down on a table, writing down the number. "Though on that note, where have you been staying, Ariel?"

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel tries to look at Zeke's shell. She has the regular phone, but that looks very interesting. "Okay. I can call you on the Fone too." She looks at Emi. "I'm staying with Rosemarie now. In fact, that's where I left my Fone and my other stuff."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart smiles, sliding her phone out of her pocket "There's also MaBelle phones to communicate around, just need a number to reach someone." She's had her own for a long time now. She turns back to the cooking plate, readying another batch of chicken rice, looking all merry as she works. She always seems to enjoy herself when she's in the bar, no matter what she's doing really. While its cooking, she serves up Zeke's ale in a large mug. She knows that people enjoy the authentic feeling.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is now just slinging into her drink and little bit of food really. She's looking at Zeke, CLU if he's not derezzed is likely doing something to ruin SARK's day at the moment. As for Deelel she's just enjouing the drink and she says "Arcade? Generally those are a shop that rents out time on videogame units." She notes looking at Zeke for a momen longer before turning her head again to look over at the tins she thinks. "Prehaps but anything we can system restore I think is worth it, right?"

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke pulled a pad of paper from somewhere in his coat and a pen and started writing addresses down. Then did the same to a second sheet of paper before offering one to Emi. "In case this network of yours be needin me." He sortof understood Legion being a bunch of differing people that essentially were in constant commune to the point that they might as well be of a single mind with many bodies. "I realize mine isn't what you were after lass an more's the fool of me, but never know when you need a fast ship 'sppose."" The second slip he slid over to Ariel. Why he bothered even the 'good' captain couldn't answer. This time no words were said. Though he did make a note of finding one of these 'fones' to keep in touch with the lass. "We can only do so much at any given moment Miss Deelel and anywhere is better than nowhere." Zeke tried to smile even though for a moment, just one, his mind flitted back to a small fishing village back in England he wasn't sure if he'd get to see again. "Plus way I understand it Manhatten has a ton of resources that can be used to help free other places still under shadow's dark sway."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel thinks she might stop trying to listen to Dee. Not that she doesn't seem like a nice person, but every sentence from her drops out at least two terms Ariel doesn't recognize, and she'd hate to embarass herself by not knowing a perfectly innocent Obvious Human Term like whatever a Vidyagame is. Ariel smiles a little as she takes the slip from Zeke. She nods. Then she pays attention to the food. She has already learned from previous shenangans that the dinglehopper is not for hairbrushing. But boy, that really annoyed people in the hotel dining room. Sebastian seems to be trying to get Zeke's attention a moment later but... semi-discreetly, as in tapping toward his hand. He might have not noticed the crab on the table before that point.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Is that so..." Emi says after some thought. Rosemarie--she supposes that makes sense, she seemed very infatuated with that store. Emi is a bit more suspicious of Rosemarie. Still--even if in the past Rosemarie's been a nasty, and even if in the past they were calling her, well, a witch. It doesn't mean that she hasn't turned her attention to helping poor unfortunate souls NOW. She offers the napkin to Ariel. It has her number on it! Emi also uses a regular Telling Fone. Umi dejectly drinks root beer. She's like the town root beer drunk! Emi takes Zeke's number too while she's at it, she doesn't even act surprised to be offered it. She says, "Thank you." sincerely to him, however. She writes down another one of her numbers on a napkin and offers it to him as well. She really needs to get those business cards and just throw them everywhere. Emi then finally reaches into her pocket and sets down a bottlecap near Ariel's plate. "It's a good luck bottlecap." She tells Ariel simply enough.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "That is a good way to put it really, if we can restore it yes. It's technological level is higher than most other worlds. Not to discount magic but technology is something you need not be born with the ability to use to make use of it unlike magic." She seems to have been thinking on that a little bit. She goes back to her meal

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke nodded to Emi then looked over to Umi. "Uh... beg pardon but she alright? I stil ldon't quite get the right of this hive mind thing...whatchimacallit ye have goin so i dunno if askin you is th'same as askin her but if nothin else you two are 'round eachother oftn." Was he concerned? He's seen 'professional' drunks go at their drink in similar near mechanical fassion so yes. Concern seemed appropriate. Then.. wait what's this? Crab? He looked at Sebastian curiously and scooted over. "What is it small-" Fry? no that'd be an insult.. or a threat. "Guy?" Still somewhat insulting but less likely to be taken as such. "Something on your mind?"

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart serves up Zeke's food shortly after, sliding the plate over to him "Here you go. Chicken rice and vegetables." Its balanced and yummy smelling at least. There's alot of technobable going on, which she's not very keen upon, even if she knows of the programs. Well she understands more than knows about them, since they are electronic and stuff. She looks over to Ariel, checking if she finished her food to clean out the dishes.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel takes the cap and looks just as excited about this as if Emi had handed her a diamond ring. "Oh! I used to have one of these!" ... Wait, it's called a Battlecap? Nuh-uh. Well, okay. Emi will probably see that little uncertainty, then, return to happiness, flicker across Ariel's face. She isn't quite finished eating, though, so collecting of the plates may wait a bit. Sebastian makes a 'a-hem' noise, and gestures for Zeke to lean over. He may be counting on Ariel being distracted by the Battlecap.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke shrugged and leaned over to let the crab have his say. After all he seemed to be the chapperone here. Idly he waved to Tifa before tossing a few coins her way, hoping the lass was deft enough to catch them. If not he'd pay her proper later. Come to think of it he'd pay her proper anyway this was just the tip.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "She'll recover." Emi tells Zeke. "She is looking for someone to eat her shoe." Indeed, it seems that Umi has been walking around with one shoe on one shoe off for some time. She does have a sock on, at least, but this is what hapens when you eat one of your shoes, you end up missing a shoe! This might not be the full story of the matter, however, as Umi takes a long swig of root beer. "I whuz jusss tryin' to be friendly." she says, drunk on root beer. "The Network thinks you've had enough, Umi." Emi says. "I'll tell you when I had enuff!" Umi waggles a finger at Emi who stares at it unflinchingly. "...Okay I'm done." Umi says, finishing off her root beer. "I'll find someone to eat my other shoe if it kills me! No hero gives up at first failure. You!!" She takes off her shoe and points at Zeke. "...Will you eat me shoe????" Emi observes Ariel's reaction. Definiteyl something going on here, but she does smile. "You can do with it as you'd like, I have another bottlecap that is of that variety." Yes Emi actually has a battlecap collection apparently. Perhaps with which... TO DO BATTLE?! "You seemed like someone who would like them." She looks on over to Tifa and adds, "Is Ping still staying here?" She asks of her.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart looks over to Emi "Yeah, still has a room here. The cricket he carries around seem very fond of me too." She scratches her cheek at that a bit. Cricket been playing music to her and what not. Quite odd.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel pauses "Ping? I know that name." he was the Imperial Solider who'd helped them recover one of the manhattan shards and she felt she owed the man one for his efforts. "I'll have to speak to Ping later." Though something about the Imperial Guardsman's name seems to be midly funny to Deelel. She can't help it given what Ping means to her in normal use. Well the word, antway.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Sebastian mutters something to Zeke. "Sorry to interrupt, but, ahem-- Dese are somewhat desperate times for me. I was wondering, ah - seeing as you: are a pirate, then you must have a pirate ship, and you must like de t'ings dat pirates like, such as jewels and pearls and so forth. So, while I do not normally make a deal, with a pirate, would it be possible perhaps to find de girl's home... out... over da wata--" Over seemed like it wasn't what he'd hoped to say. "And return her?" Ariel meanwhile is finishing her food. She puts the bottlecap into a pocket in her skirt. "Where does he keep the horse?" she asks, which might seem out of the blue. That's the main thing she remembers about Ping. And she wants to see that horse again.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart hs "Well the stables are in front of the inn, so it should still be there if Ping isn't out with the horse at least.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke made a shushing movement with his hand to Sebastian. "I'm not a pirate lad." Sure right now to try getting to proving that. "Just a merchant that goes as he pleases. No uniform no boss.... usually." He tried keeping his head voice down but hey he needed to keep Ariel from going 'what the fin' about all this. "However ifin you need to get the lass home I kinda want t'know a little of what she be goin back to. Much as I dun want t'keep lass from family an home I need t'know her da isn't gonna flay her to strips." He's seen parents do that to their children for misbehaving. "If needs be I'd go back with her... However constant pressure innt always the best way."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi nods slowly. She hasn't seen Ping in a few days, she just might be missing him. She nods to Deelel. "That's right, he helped us with one of the shards." Though granted he was also a bird at the time but that's besides the point, Ping is still Ping even if he's a bird. THE MANLIEST OF ALL BIRDS? Sure why not. Emi seems to to be put at ease by Ariel's battlecap acceptance. She nods once and then steps away a bit so she doesn't bother her while she's eating. Emi glances towards the crab and Zeke but doesn't seem to hear what they're telling one another. HOWEVER! Umi approaches noisily and waggles her shoe at Zeke. "It's...it's not that bad once you eat it. Honestly. I'll show you how." Desperate times.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel, with her plate mostly cleared now, stands up suddenly. "I want to go see the horse!" And she starts to head in that direction. Though she'll probably be back. Sebastian is actually a little glad she got distracted. "Ah, well, it's--" And then he mutters something that sounds kinda like 'terrible wrath' but maybe that's your imagination. He gestures with open claws and tries again. "If de girl were to have been, kidnapped by pirates, say, den it would be understandable, to de king, where she had BEEN, and maybe de terrible wrath would not be directed at me. So much." A-hem. "Oh, and not at YOU, because he would be so happy and give you a ransom or at least dat is de idea." Somewhere 'king' slipped out in there and he didn't seem to notice.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke snorted dismissivly. "King eh?" This talk of ransom and Wrath and hrm. Then Zeke shook his head. Kings do not usually take such an interest in the affairs of nobility or especially well to do merchants. "So this girl is a princess that ran off from home because she felt a mite too confined." Shrug. "I care not about treasures. A thousand fortunes have come and gone in my hands in a few short years since I"ve been master of m'own ship. If Money is all I sought in the world I could have settled at the first windfall that blew my way. Seeing the lady safely reconciled with her family?" Headhsake. "Would be a waste were her last memories be arguin with kin. I'll make sure she finds her way home don't you worry."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "I'm a pirate!" Umi says. "I'll kidnap her for you!!" Sure she said she was a hero earlier too but now she seems to be a pirate. "But in return," She aims to place the shoe on top of Sebastian. "My shoe--is yours!" And then she jogs on out as well, perhaps intent on kidnapping Ariel now. She slows down for a moment after however as she nears the door before turning on her heel and looking back to Shoebastian. "Hey! Where is her home and family anyway? The Network inquires." Emi murmurs, "Never heard of such interest in horses either..." She's starting to get perhaps a bit SUSPICIOUS??? "Mm...then again, it is a very nice horse." OKAY MAYBE NOT. THIS IS A TOUGH INVESTIGATION.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart crosses her arms as she listens to the crab and pirate talking "I suggest you keeps your paws off her. If she wanted that liberty, I don't see why you'd need to deprive her from it. And on top of that, there's many capable fighters around here to keep her safe, should the need arise." Yeah, she heard the two from her side of the counter, but she's not too happy with it.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel is now outside to check out the stables. Though if there are no horses there, she'll be back pretty quickly. She just has yet to see them up close, with all four legs and everything. Sebastian looks torn for a moment, because he's not sure how to properly answer this direct question. Of course they would NEED to find out where it was in order to find it and take her back. But she'd probably be... well, she'd be really sad, she'd do that pouty thing and weep. But then again, horrible wrath. "De girl's home is de kingdom of Atlantica," he compromises, "and I don't suppose you know how to get dere from here?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel listens in on the convstation for the moment and tilts her head a little bit she's not trying to listen in too hard but she's sure curious abotu what could be going on. This could not be going anywhere good she thinks. "Try to control something too hard and all you'll lose total control in the end." She goes to finish off her meal. She doesn't heat much maybe once a day at the most but it's at least a social thing right? She can watch and learn about abotu the beings that made her. So strange these creatures of meat and bone....

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke hrms thoughtfully at sebastian, interrupted as it were by the sudden addition of the shoe. "Atlantica. Not a clue, but I hae heard rumnor of the night she first showed up in Traverse includin a near case of Drownd so I'm guessing some sort of underwater thing with some kind of shell keepin air in an water out an such like." Oh if only ye knew mate. If only ye knew. "Might explain the isolation a fair bit more. Hard t'get word an such when ye stuck on the seabed next door to davy jones's locker."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke grumbled darkly. "If you'll excuse me." He tipped his hat to Sebastian and left a small stack of coin on the table before heading to the door. "Do plan on bein back but just in case business sweeps me away." He whistled a merry tune as he headed for the door.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' It is a kingdom under the sea, if you will. Though Sebastian is relieved in a way that he's leaving now, as he won't be torn with explaining any more about it.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Yeah, that's right! Plenty of people here to protect her!" Umi adds, jerking a thumb towards her chest. "You are kidnapping her, The Network has nothing to do with this." Emi says, trying to make herself small. "Oh yeah..." Umi says, on the verge of an existential crisis. "...But I am a hero pirate so I will save her again at the last moment!" She laughs like, well, a pirate. She hrms lightly at the name though. Atlantica? Atlantica... She asks the Network for information and...aha! "Yes, This one knows all about Atlantica..." Umi grins. Note, this is not true. Also she is mistaking it for Atlantis. Emi writes down a food order.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' About this moment, Ariel walks back in, looking a little disappointed as apparently the horse has gone. She moves back to her seat. Sebstian tries to mouth 'we'll talk later' at Umi. He at least has a pretty expressive mouth for a crab. Then he says "Oh, yes, that's very interesting-" as if the conversation had been something else. Ariel seems to cheer up right away at least, seeing he's... making friends! She gets out some munny and passes it to Tifa. "I owe you this for the ice cream and meal! Thank you so much."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart smiles to Ariel "My pleasure, you can come back whenever you want, we're always friendly here. I also have a bar in Goug if you ever stop there. You wanted to see it, I could show you the way there too.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Umi Dennou may not even know what her own plan is so it may be difficult for others to know what her own plan is. It's something to do in any event. She's not terribly worried about this going pearshaped though. Confidence is the measure of a pirate hero / pirate / hero after all. Especially if they are self proclaimed at that. Though...the city was saved, wasn't it? Emi thinks that one over. They saved a city. A full city. A city of flowers and water in the middle of a desert and--it's going to be okay there. And it's in no small part thanks to them. Emi glances over to Umi for a few moments. In the span of seconds the two have a full conversation about what they're up to in order to achieve consensus and, ultimateley the two turn away. "Ariel..." Emi speaks up finally. "Would you call yourself something of an explorer? Or perhaps--an Adventurer? If I called you one, would you agree--and say that's how you see yourself? The Network inquires subtly." Umi nods to Sebastian, grinning widely. "--And that's how you boil a shoe!" ...

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel nods to Tifa. "Yes, I really want to see it. Thank you!" She looks at Emi next. "Yes! I think I've always been, or wanted to be, an adventurer." A little of column A, a little of column B.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart smiles "Well you just need to wander around. And you'd be a shoe in for Shard Seekers, Reize is an adventurer too, and exploring, although don't let him be the one to hold the map.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart thinks about something "You ever rode a chcoobo?" She asks Ariel, she doesn't even know her name yet, she wasn't paying attention if anyone mentionned it earlier at least.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel shakes her head. "Reize, hm. Well, I guess I'd have to meet him. I don't ... know what a chocobo is," she confesses. "It's like a horse?"

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart nods and smiles "But its a bird, you can ride it like a horse. Mine is in the stable over there, if you want to see it. Premium Heart is a lovely, friendly red chocobo that I've been raising.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Oh." Ariel nods. "That would be great. Maybe we can go for a ride some time, too." She looks at Sebastian and seems to wonder if he's up to something. "You can come too." "...Oh. Goodie?" Much sarcasm. But she remains cheerful.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Well, staying around Traverse Town is no good, then." Emi says. "If you'd like, we could go on adventures with you. There are a lot of worlds out there, and of course some of it is dangerous, but exploring..there's nothing wrong with that. And with adventure comes experience, The Network says in a totally non-suspicious manner." She nods to Sebastian. "We haven't ridden chocobos either."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke managed to sneak back into the bar, presumably this was after Ariel and Legion had amscray'd from the scene. While he was perfictly sober he apparently was attempting ot change that what wit hthe bottle of wild turkey in one hand as he sought somewhere to settle down. Whole time he was muttering at being an idiot, being drunk not solving the problems at hand, and debating on whether he should swap to rum or scotch whiskey when he cleared this bottle.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart turns around back to Zeke as some of the other tennants leave "So what's your story then?" She asks, making small talk since its so quiet.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks over at Zeekek for a moment tilint her head a little bit at the ship captain. "Wht at about her? Oh I see your considering that ort of thing?" She tilts her head a little bit "I heard him talking he sounds more like some other basics I know that are ahem employed in lacky functions more or less he seemed woreied about his contiuned well being."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "Well." He smiled to Tifa, managing to actually look at her eyes rather than her... other attributes. "The redhead? Ariel? I... well to be blunt I find her facinating, amusing. Rather like her need to be everywhere find out everything and whatnot... and admittedly she isn't that bad to look at." He grumbled something incoherent and sipped his drink. "Don't know her that well, would like to... but I found out from th'crab that hangs around her that thigns could be a teensy tad bit complicated. As in some head royal muckamuck back wherever this Atlantica is wants her home, or probably never knew she left home to begin with and wee little talking crab wants me to get her home."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart smiles "I can tell she's friendly. She looked interested in horses, so I thought that a chocobo ride might be fun for her. I have a pretty tame chocobo for that." Except for the time she got ejected after it started chasing after Reize's hair, but that's another story.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke snorted darkly. "I've had t'deal with folk tryin t'sign 'board t'run 'way from home so dealin with folk wantin to flee what they feel's a bad spot at home I've delt with. Nobility though?" Pffft! Dismissive gesture. "Tends t'complicate matters. Plus th'lass is headstrong an heart set on seein th'sights and th'places in th'wide worlds. Canna push her too hard so Imma gon try teaching her what I can and try teasing out a visit so perhaps I can talk to both sides, get some sort o agreement atween th'two of 'em." "Other an that?" He chuckled. "As I said. Lively spirited young lass. I wouldn't say no to her continued company if it's realisticly possible."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart giggles "Hard to resist being around rpetty girls anyway, right? I mean, its not everything, like personality and talents, but being pleasing to the eye is a bonus hm?" she smirks.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "Indeed it is lass. Indeed." He tossed more coin on the bar. "I do have a wild theory I want some sort o feedback on iffin y'can." He finished his drink. "She comes from a world where the sea life is sself aware and convercent, or at least those near her environs. She is important enough that a 'king'... Sebastien's title not mine for the man, makes th'poor crab uneasy about returning without her. She also gets twitchy whenever merfolk get mentioned and is from someplace known as Atlantica... and th'crab thinks i'm a pirate."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart grins "She got you curious then. Well if a king wants her back, and she has a crab following around that acts more like a butler than a friend, there are chances she's from some high class huh? She's probably up and about because she couldn't get out of the house back home.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "Just so just so... Th'crab said something about payment but t'be frank I've won an lost small fortunes in cards an' cups." Zeke stretched. "I care little fer money as its own ends an I'd rather not want t'have her thinkin my whole associatin with her was t'get some sort o payday out'f the deal."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart nods "Yeah I'm the same way, payment has little importance over the well being of someone. And she seems to want to stretch those legs of her for a while before having to go sit back home doing nothing, why not give her a bit of that pleasure while checking over her really. She'll go back home when she's ready.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke nodded. "I do want to know more 'bout her end of reality... 'specially since either she has no knowledge of th'heartless thar," Then another thought wormed it's way into his head. "Then again there is the possability, remote as it is that her world hasn't been touched by these beasts. If so then there is a certain obligation t'try warnin them that there's a hole in reality in thar back yard that might let Cthuhlu swim through and start eating the minds and sanity of everythin an' everyone."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart hmms and nods "Yeah, I see what you mean. That'd be interesting if their world wasn't touched at all, but doubtful if she's here. That means her world got disconnected, or she got displaced, or either way there's a portal that goes there, or her world got merged into ours somewhere, like how the cities are all jumbled together in the World of Ruin.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke sat a bag of coin on the counter. "Well. As she seems t'ahve a slight bit of trouble with work at th'moment. I'll leave this hear on her account." He got to his feet and tipped his hat to Tifa. "Lady Barkeep."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "I admit somethings till confuse me greatly." She finishes off her drink and leaves some mummy on the counter. "Thanks for the Drink, I best be going." Hopefully she'd not need to recharge for another day or so...

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart smiles and nods to Deelel "You take care and come back soon then." She takes the bag of money that Zeke left for Ariel, putting it aside for later giving.

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2012/12/13
|Location=Traverse Town
|Synopsis=Gargoyles displaced from a recently fallen Manhatten confront Kaydin. Oh and there's a Merchant Captain in there somewhere too.
|Cast of Characters=Zeke, Deidra, Kaydin, Brooklyn, Skyline
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Not every day can be on ship, and even Zeke had need of going to land from time to time. Of course right now he was in Traverse looking for news that might help him aid in finding what refugees he could from the fallen shards. That was bad business and he would need to pay the church back dearly for making him miss it. Ah well. He was out for a walk with a sandwich in hand. Wonderful little thing these 'sandwiches'. Portable, infinite in their variety, and less messy than a full meal. Then again he wanted something more filling. Plus he'd heard a cafe around here was taking donations to help hte refugees. Sure his last few jobs were less than pleasent, but the pay was well. So why not make it go to something worthwhile?

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' This was so weird. Being able to wander around and not have people even give him a second glance, let alone run screaming from the very sight of him. Brooklyn makes his way towards the cafe in district 1. He's heard lots of good things about it, even for the short amount of time he's actually been here in Traverse Town. He can't do anything to help Manhattan at the moment, and has to find something to take his mind off of it.

:'''[[Skyline]] has posed:''' The cafe was the first place Skyline had gone off to after her talk with Deidra and Brooklyn. It was there she was given some food, a drink, and realizing she was a refugee, put it on the house. It left an impression! As such, Skyline is, today, making her way toward the establishment once again. This time with a few bits so she could actually pay for what she gets.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra has been having a long month, she's just happy to not be alone She's keeping with the other Gargyoles and looks over to Brooklyn. She wasn't klidding about this world at all, sh really wasn't. The cafe had good food would take whatever money you had and the owner was an interesting man to be sure. "It's never day here, so long as I visited here? This places has always had it been night."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "Strange innit love?" Zeke was lounging on a chair when Deirdra spoke. "Amazing what this place offers as a melting pot really. So many people, cultures... trae. Terribly exciting." He smiled wide. Nevermind he was horrified at the reason most people seemed to be here these days. Take what you can.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "Well I suppose that's good on some end." Brooklyn says to Deidra, upon spotting her, "How do we sleep, though? I mean it's not like we can just make ourselves turn to stone."

:'''[[Skyline]] has posed:''' Getting closer to the cafe, Skyline spots familiar faces, and then another that's not. Human? That's not to bad, hopefully. He's not running in terror from the other two at least. "Hey!" A greeting, a wave to anyone that looks her way, "Thought I recognized you two," but to Zeke? "Though not you. Nice little place isn't it?"

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra says "Actually, eventually I get tired and it just happens. You know how you feel when dawn is near. That's the feeling you need to act on. When you feel that you should go find a good perch. I slept here before, Mercade had me passing through here a few times." She frowns "He's been missing since before the Heartless assault happened none of the TDA was able to find him." She looks to Zeke and nods a bit "I don't finf it strange I like it honestly. It's true I met Lamias, demi humans." She trails off looking over at Skyline as she arrives "Hello, and the owner's an interesting man. He's from another version of a city on earth called Tokyo or so he's said."

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "Skyline, it's good to see you again!" Brooklyn says, his day brightening up upon spotting her, "Are you adjusting well enough? I know it's a bit on the hard side...I know what it's like to lose a home...Twice, now.." He mutters, as he looks for a place for the group to have a seat.

:'''[[Skyline]] has posed:''' Skyline gives Brooklyn a nod before having a seat nearby. "Well enough. I was at this place last night, they gave me a bit of food for free and then I even borrowed their roof for a few hours. Didn't look like dawn but.. hey, it worked anyway, I'm not complaining," she muses, not commenting on losing another aerie. Nope. Don't even want to think about it.

:'''[[Kaydin]] has posed:''' "I knew if I waited long enough, those from manhattan will emerge, those with stronger will." A voice is heard. Kaydin normally wore full armor but this time he wore a sleeveless tunic, with trousers, both black, and is barefoot. He approaches the gargoyles, tilting his head. "I believe I saw you below the city, red one." He says, he held his sword in a reverse grip, blade wrapped in a lengthy black chain as he watches them. "I come to speak to you concerning Manhattan." He says with a neutral expression on his face and his tone was also neutral.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke took a sip from a bottle. It wasn't whiskey or rum, but whatever it was went down good. "I... don't know your kind that well," He admitted as he looked the Gargoyles over. "However if I can do anything. Name it. No charge if you need passage anywhere and I'd only charge for costs if my crew's needed in some other fashion." He'd heard about the fall from refugees. Heard about these Gargoyls that called the place home and it pained him to see such wayward sorts again cast adrift.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra is just relaxing ador niow and nods to Skyline. "I'm still trying to find the rest of the TDA, I need to figure out what's wrong with Will, and as I said Mercades' been missing for a while. Though Riku may be to blame for that." She's about to contiune on when the not a pirate speaks up. "It's appicated..." She trails off again ans she looks Kaydinf or a moment, a snarl escapes her lips as she looks at the Dark Knight. "Speak Quickly Knight of Baron..."

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' Deidra may only be looking at Kaydin, but Brooklyn is upon the unarmored knight before either of the other two gargoyles can react. Neutural tone or not, the red gargoyle was the most hot headed of his group, "Act like I care about anything you have to say." His fist is clenched, and ready to strike, but he doesn't. Goliath would not want him to strike at a human, even this one, at least not without provocation. But at the moment, Brooklyn would give anything to be provoked. "This place have rules about beating someone within an inch of their very existance?" He asks back to Deidra or Zeke.

:'''[[Skyline]] has posed:''' This leaves Skyline in a rather confused situation. Baron? Kaydin? She had no idea who or what any of these were, or who the man Brooklyn had, was. She could tell the red gargoyle wanted to maul the armored human though, that much was certain, "... I think I don't have some of the information you all have."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke nodded slow to Brooklyn. "Aye. You'll have town guard on you pretty hard." Then he jerked a thumb in a direction. "There was an ally a few rows back you could cart him off to." He didn't know who this guy was but well along with the nice words he flexed, showing the gaggle of guns he had on his person as well as his sword. "I can tell you whatever he's done it's not breaking his neck over. He was likely the puppet rather than puppetmaster."

:'''[[Kaydin]] has posed:''' "Yes they do." Kaydin says as Brooklyn comes to him. Despite the charge and the gargoyles wanting to beat him down, he doesnt react, he doesnt even bring his sword to try and defend himself. "Mercade is in Goug, in the slums. The seventh heaven bar there is ran by people who tried to help stop the shadow lords. I have already approached him." Kaydin says before looking to Skyline. "I am a dark knight of Baron, I wield the darkness like one would wield a sword or those firearms in your world. Baron was one of those who helped the shadow lords invade your world and let the heartless consume it. In the end I couldnt let them destroy so many people so on that last day I tried to help defend the portal." He says calmly as he then looks to Zeke. "I believed my nation could be saved from within. We were once a proud nation, one that only defended itself. But...our king has become off. He has enlisted the help of people that others believe to be fiends, and the heartless. I thought maybe I could convince my nation from within from this evil path. I was naive and may people paid with everything.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra is growling stil l as sh rises up from her place at the table her wings are flaring out as she's nearing Kaydin "Given me one reason to belive you. You are in the employ of baron, helped to destroy our world." Her eyes have turned red. "You have been a servant of the Darkness, for all I know your just setting a trap on the orders of that Dark Elf white Mage." She not very happy at all and she's lookinc like she's an inch away from ripping Kaydien apart. "Maybe so but I doubt you'll have anything to do with it. I will tell you this only once. Be gone or I will rip you apart with spell and Claw."

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "Why should I trust you?" Brooklyn says, as he looks back to Zeke. The thought of taking him to the alleyway does sound quite promising, but he doesn't do it yet, "Your people? Your people are still alive. Millions of people from my world aren't. Let me know when the Heartless completely devour your world. Then you can talk to me about your people paying with everything." Brooklyn of course doesn't know for sure if Baron has been absorbed by the Heartless or not. He's just infering based on the fact that they lead the attack upon his home.

:'''[[Skyline]] has posed:''' Skyline wasn't sure what to think at this point. On one hand Kaydin appeared to be involved in allowing what happened to Manhattan to.. well happen. Though on the otherhand he tried to stop it in the end. If not for that, she probably would have shot him on the spot. "We need a reason to -believe- you at this point. I wasn't at the ... heart was it? Prove you actually tried to prevent what happened.

:'''[[Kaydin]] has posed:''' "Think things through. I knew you all were part of Manhattan forces and here I am, unarmored and not even so much as stopping you or making any hostile forces. I honestly do not know if Baron thinks I am dead, or a traitor, or if they still think me in their service. If you wished for proof of my involvement, ask Aerith and Tifa Lockhart at the seventh heaven bar, in goug. Or perhaps the man who wore the metal winged armor, Xanatos. He demanded I stayed in manhattan as it was devoured, so I would be consumed by the darkness. I was even willing to do that but...Someone close didnt want me to." He says the last bit as he looks away.He then looks back to them. "I approach you now, wanting to offer my help. Wether or not you believe my offer is sincere or a trap doesnt matter. Do what you will with it." He says calmly, not backing down. He even holds up his sword and throws it aside. "Now I am completely at your mercy. My fate is now yours. Will you let me live and help? beat me down? Or kill me, I dont care."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke stood there impassivly. "I don't personally care on whit if these fine people take out the los of their homes and the lives of God alone knows how many people from your hide mate." He loosened his coat anyway showing off several guns. "I just don't want 'em doing it here since nobody wants to have to clean up after a bar fight." 5rHe watched the rest of the cafe and took a drink from his bottle. "Personally if it were me though in your shoes. I'd start running. You have no proof to back your claims and you're talking to the exact wrost people at the worst times to try finding friendly company."

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra is very angry from the looks off things here. "This likely another Baron's lies. You butched more people than you can even concives of and are likely from your world. You made the darkness all teh stronger I want nothing to do with this." She leaves money to pay the Cafe but seems to be getting ready to leave. "I have better things to do..." She looks like she's about ready to stalk off.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "We'll ask them when we get the chance." Brooklyn says, in response to the witnesses of Kaydin's actions, "And I will talk to Xanatos personally." He turns away from the knight, "I still won't trust you, but if they vouch for you, that'll be good enough for me." Xanatos maybe not so much, but the others, Brooklyn would believe.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke grunted and started for the door. "Suddenly feeling rather chilly here. Better to find more pleasing company."

:'''[[Skyline]] has posed:''' Skyline seems a bit pleased by this, but she had every plan for getting some food. So. After that's all done she seems to relax a bit, heaves a sigh, then waves a waitress over to place an order. Its as simple as that.

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