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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2019 5:38:09 GMT -6
 Flight and Rogues Open Faction Thread Chapter VII Journal Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
Prompt: While some of your fellows are off finding the perfect spot for a new trading post, you’re keeping busy with something equally useful. Your two factions have come together in a shared effort to gather supplies for the new trading post - whether it be as simple as lumber and stone, or something more decorative, the shore surely offers many possibilities. There is time for socializing as well - you oughta know your allies. Location: The Isles of the Dead Time of Day: July 14th, afternoon Current Weather: Hot and humid, but slightly cloudy This thread is open to Flight and Rogues!
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Post by ThatDenver on Jan 5, 2019 3:51:43 GMT -6
RAOUL
Usually Raoul could not have been arsed to help anyone unless paid in advance. However, the new alliance some of the captains had struck with the Flight seemed beneficial, at least if the rumored trade routes they had promised were a real thing, and not just talk. He wanted in on the trade if it was real, as it sounded like an excellent opportunity to build his personal coffers.
Besides, the Flight were the enemies of the Mainland, and he had never been fond of the Mainland, so in his books the feathery fiends were alright.
Raoul was also hoping to perhaps attach himself to a crew once more – he had been a while without proper work and playing on the corners got to be boring after a while. He was a man who needed action in his life to remain sharp, and it seemed he would have to go looking for that action all on his own, rather than having it fall in his lap.
A shame, but what could one do.
Raoul had arrived on the site early that morning, and in an unusual stint of helpfulness and organization skills, allocated a certain area of the beach as the spot where they would gather the supplies – that way they would all be neatly in one place once the others returned, and could be easily loaded for transport.
Right now he was making himself busy by collecting large pieces of good quality driftwood – he knew this wood well from his time on various ships, and had often been sent to gather it to repair damage to the hull. He was sure it would do well as a building material too, especially since most of these driftwood logs were nice and thick, probably trees felled by the hurricane.
Manual labor was not exactly his favorite thing in the world, but he tried to keep in good cheer, and was loudly singing a shanty as he went, pulling the log after him with a makeshift harness.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2019 17:27:20 GMT -6
SASHA It was a conundrum indeed – Sasha really liked getting paid, but the actual work less so. He didn’t think back on the storm and empty promises of treasure with warmth, so he chose to stick to land instead. He considered just making Ephraim work for him and possibly gathering some loot while he was at it, but after a while he was bored. Who knew his favorite activity – hovering around doing nothing particularly useful – could turn out to be unfulfilling.
After a while of no one in particular catching his eye, Sasha laid his eyes on him. A striking hippocampus, gathering wood along the beach. Tossing his curly hair slightly and raising his tail like a flag, Sasha trotted over with his stupidly exaggerated gait and a grin to match. As he did, he could hear the singing better, and was even more enchanted.
“Need help with that wood?” he asked, a cheeky glint in his eyes.
He didn’t usually like offering help, but well… He could make an exception for a good looking dude. Just this once.
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 17, 2019 18:55:42 GMT -6
RAOUL
Raoul wasn’t really quite sure where the very flashy, cheeky hippocampus had come from – he could swear he’d been perfectly alone and in peace just moments ago.
But there he was, his tail like a flag and a positively insufferable expression on his face.
Raoul could hazily recall seeing them around before, somewhere on the Isles. He knew for certain that this guy was a pirate, and not a Flight member – not only did they look familiar, but there was also the fact that he had never seen a hippocampus among the Flight.
Like, ever.
“You think you can handle it?” Raoul replied, smirking a bit and pretending to not get the potential other meanings of what this stranger had just uttered.
“It is a pretty big hunk of wood”, he added innocently, but then cheerily shed the makeshift harness, and slapped it on the other rogue, smirking to himself and stepping aside, gesturing for Sasha to show how he was going to handle the log, now that he had been so kind as to offer his aid.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2019 19:15:07 GMT -6
SASHA ”Of course”, Sasha replied immediately, his grin just widening: “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
His tone was a lot less innocent, but he stood politely still for the harnessing.
He had been so enthralled by his own joke that he hadn’t – as per usual – quite thought this through, as he would find out once he would have to actually start hauling the piece. He couldn’t very well back off now, so putting his back and hind quarters to work he started moving the log. The log would drag into the sand, making it heavier than it needed to be.
The smirk faltered slightly as he fought really hard to pretend he wasn’t soon out of breath, which really only made it worse for him. As his muscles started burning he was very certain this wasn’t the kind of exercise he wanted. Preferably ever. He glanced around just to see that his pegasus servant had conveniently disappeared out of sight too – typical.
“See? - No - problem”, he told the other pirate as he slowly neared the marked spot for the supplies.
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 17, 2019 19:24:49 GMT -6
RAOUL
Raoul looked positively cheerful as the other rogue struggled – rather obviously, he might add – with the log that Raoul had just pulled. It was clear that whatever this person did for a living, it did not evolve much honest labor. Which was fine, obviously, as they were rogues, but if even Raoul had more tone, well.
Feeling rather mischievous about the whole situation still, Raoul returned to singing the shanty, walking alongside Sasha and his log, singing merrily and loudly to the tune of the log being dragged along the sand. It did sound a bit sarcastic, perhaps inevitably due to the circumstances, but it was nicely sung regardless.
“Yes, you are quite strong”, he remarked with amusement. He figured that if the other hippocampus could ever have been bothered to do real work, he might actually be strong. He had the body type for it, much more so than Raoul did.
“I’ve seen better, however”, he added gleefully, stepping ahead and releasing Sasha from the harness once they got to where the log needed to be.
“I’m Raoul, by the way. Performer”, Raoul introduced himself simply, and made a point of his job with a few easy, happily dancing steps.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2019 19:47:14 GMT -6
SASHA Sasha was used to being the cheerful one in a bunch, and looked momentarily less pleased at the sarcastic tone of the shant. He shot the hippocampus a bit sour look, but soon forgot to be quite so sour. He had to admit the other rogue did have a nice voice to go with his looks though, so Sasha was willing to forgive him. The singing gave slightly more spring to his step, even under the strain.
He looked proud at the other rogue’s remark, regardless if it was genuine or not. The next statement, however, had him huffing in disbelief. Yeah, sure, who hadn’t seen some of the hunks rogues could be, but to say that to his face? Outrageous.
“Sasha, Pirate”, he stated, and then regained his grin: “Admittedly this kind of handling isn’t really my thing. I’m much better at locating more… precious items. But if you occasionally have to haul a thing to find a diamond in the rough…”
His grin widened even more as he looked at Raoul, his head slightly tilted and eyebrow raised.
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 17, 2019 19:55:07 GMT -6
RAOUL
He wasn’t quite sure if he should be amused, a bit offended, or just take it all in his stride. This Sasha sure was quite sure of himself and his charms, Raoul had to give him that. Raoul was not a stranger to feeling like that either – he had been called vain quite a few times, after all – but he didn’t consider himself quite this obvious with it.
His vanity was more of the individualistic rude rebel variety, not so much straightforward flirt.
Not that Sasha wasn’t good looking. He’d been approached by way worse, way too many times.
“Is that so?” he asked, sounding amused but not rejecting them outright.
“Clearly not too often, otherwise you’d have more muscle”, he noted, grinning, but then added: “Then again, you are a bit too pretty for hard labor.”
He looked at Sasha again, shook his head, and grinned. Diamonds indeed. How cliché. But he supposed there was a lot people forgave when the dumb mouth was attached to a nice face.
He leaned closer with a smirk, and once their faces were mere inches from one another, gave a wild, near bloodthirsty grin. Hungry.
“When you are in town, perhaps you should look me up”, he suggested, rising his eyebrows and then remarking: “I might give you a discount. For the wood.”
With that, he grinned smugly, and stepped away, heading back to do some actual work.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2019 20:12:05 GMT -6
SASHA His confidence did take a slight knock from Raoul’s words, but bounced right back from being called pretty. Sasha was the type to always land on his feet, even if he had no reason to, really. He smirked knowingly and swished his tail. He was too pretty for hard labor, that much was true. And he owned that.
“No need to work harder than necessary”, he smirked.
He let Raoul lean closer, his ears perked and curious. He was really fighting to stay on top in this conversation, but the other hippocampus was making his head spin more than he was used to. Not everyone was taken by his charms, of course, but rarely did he feel like he met his match in any capacity. Not because he was the smartest, but because his head just was impossibly thick like that.
Sasha looked surprised for a second as he batted his eyes, then his grin widened once more as Raoul’s words set in.
He snorted in amusement, and told his back: “I might just take you up on that!”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2019 14:57:05 GMT -6
Participation rewards 20 AP and 20 CS to Sasha and Raoul! |
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