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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 5, 2016 13:41:36 GMT -6
There be treasure for anyone who helps the rebel Flight or so the rumors have said, and through some back dealings your makeshift crew has found the location of a meeting island. Some of you seem intent on creating a sort of alliance with the Flight, an agreement to ferry non-pegasi rebels and recruits as well as supplies to and from assorted places. Others are more hesitant, feeling their allegiance still lies with the Talori and even if you choose not to join with them there is still the reward from the guards for any information about the rebels. Only you decide what you will make of this endeavor.
Event Journal//
Premise Journal// Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 204: Whichever Way the Wind BlowsTeam Leader: Samael Participants: Ace, Passoa, Taalara Post Frequency: Multiple times weekly
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 posts. - AP/CS/FVR Rewards are based on the post frequency you signed up for. Check the chapter journal for earnings! - If the post frequency you signed up for is faster than the plot is designated, you can either revert to the lower amount, or commit to posting more than the others. - If the post frequency you signed up for is slower than the plot is designated, you can bump up to the faster speed if you choose, but you're still only required to do the speed you signed up with. - Your team is precious. Don't let anyone feel left behind! Try to interact with everyone. <3 - Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 5, 2016 16:37:01 GMT -6
Samael
Talori Rogue
It was a wonderful day for sailing, which was almost strange considering the storms they'd been dealing with for the past couple days. Clear skies, a lovely breeze, and the salty scent of the sea providing a sense of freedom as the massive ship barreled through the ocean's waves unseen. It was perfect, almost too perfect in way. Samael inhaled deeply as he turned The Bloody Whore's helm. Glancing at the coordinates once more, the captain smiled deviously. It wouldn't be long now. Just a few more miles and his makeshift crew would be dropping anchor and headed into one of the most profitable business deals the whole of Hireath had to offer. Just a few months earlier, he and a few others had braved the raging seas and escorted some of the terrorists that had been involved in the attack in Inaria to an undisclosed location. That decision was now paying off big time, as it gave them an in to aid these so called "freedom fighters" once more. In fact, if all went well, they'd be ferrying goods and refugees to and from Aquore's mainland for the next few months while the Flight prepared to do...well whatever it was they intended to do. As far as Sam was concerned, if the pay was good, it didn't really matter what the Freedom's Flight had planned. [Post 1 l Word Count: 227] |
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 5, 2016 16:38:38 GMT -6
 Checkpoint 1// Though it hasn’t been a long journey, you certainly faced more than your share of perils as you made your way to the Island. Between narrow straights filled with massive rocks and seas angrier than a jaguar, you weren’t even sure you’d make it in one piece. Thankfully, Cascade has guided you safely and your dangerous journey has finally come to it’s end. Quickly dock your ship and head to the agreed coordinates to meet the Rebels. The last thing you want to be is late. |
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Post by fediarwoods on Aug 6, 2016 6:04:05 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
After their last makeshift mission she'd been staying low for a while. Normally she hated playing hide and seek with the Guards, but when your safe house turned out to be one you came to feel at home, and your safe keeper became someone you loved so dearly you didn't want to leave again, you couldn't call it a punishment at all. When morning arrived and Sven awoke even more frustrated by his dreams than the nights before, she knew he wouldn't stay at his home any longer. And as he left -and she promised she would be there when he would come back- she felt the urge to finally take a breath again too. Hiding out was fun, but her legs itched and the sea called. Maybe there was a coin to earn for an easy shift...she could be back before he even knew she was gone. Her mind kept pondering, so she decided it couldn't hurt to bring a short visit to the Isles of the Death. She grabbed her coat and left a note with just a scribbled 'I'll come back for you' and was out the door like the shadow she had arrived as.
Oh, how good it felt to finally stretch her legs again; to finally be in the open air again. On the docks she ran into Samael, who was making his ship ready for departure. As soon as she heard about the possible alliance with the Flight, she decided to join his makeshift crew once more. She tried helping the Pegasi before and was willing to do so again, especially with the good coin involved. It allowed her to stay close to home, something that had suddenly became so dear to her, and she could keep a close ear on whatever was going on between the rebels and the Talorian government. Maybe she could hear things before they would happen, and keep those safe she wanted to protect. All in all it sounded like a good package deal, and thus she was in.
The soft breeze in her thick, curly mane, the salty taste in her mouth from the rolling sea beneath them; she enjoyed every second of it. The weather was them favorable this time, and Samael seemed to be in a better mood than last time. He had probably felt it in his gut that they were running into a trap, and boy had he been right. She was on guard after what happened last time, but she trusted his instinct, even when she had only heard tales about him, and had previously met him for the first time.
Land was in sight and slowly but surely the ship began sinking it's anchor. She couldn't wait to see what they were dealing with. She had heard enough about those so called Freedom Fighters, and she was eager to finally meet them.
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Post by thepaisley on Aug 6, 2016 9:19:33 GMT -6
Tala | Rogue
If Tala was being blunt, and to herself she always was blunt, the Flight scared her.
She knew enough about the group to guess its principles, and she very much disliked them. A rah-rah pro-pegasus group was all fine and dandy, but once you started implementing terrorist attacks on her herd, well... the good feelings ran out quickly. But that was not why the Flight scared her. There had been various ragged bands of horses that had sprung up over the years with similar goals as this one, but they had all vanished rather quickly without causing much damage to the herd. This one, however... the flock seemed somewhat more permanent for the time being, and if it was responsible for the horrific events of the winter solstice like she suspected it was, then it had caused far more damage to her herd than all of the other assorted groups combined. That was scary.
Thus, the fact that she was supplying the gods-cursed faction with things that it would need to grow and fester and infect more of the herd wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling. In fact, Tala felt like she wanted to throw up whenever Samael steered his ship anywhere near those rocks, knowing that she was helping a terrorist group that functioned only to wreak havoc on her beloved herd.
But the Emperor needed information, and the only way she was able to get it was if she swallowed her self-revulsion and kept her ears open. It was for the good of the herd, she told herself. They needed her out here. She was doing this for the good of the Emperor, for the good of the herd. Tala told herself this over and over again. She did.
So why did she feel like she wanted to throw up?
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Post by crazywhitearabian on Aug 14, 2016 11:04:09 GMT -6
((So, so sorry, for how late this is. I had a heck of a time figuring this all out))
It had been a rather difficult decision for Ace to join Samael's crew of rogues. The rough stranger had a boat, there was a reward in tow, and it seemed borderline treasonous. With all the chaos in Aquore right now he knew he needed money or something worthwhile out of this trip. Either way he would get it. If he helped this 'Freedom Flight" group he was promised treasure. On the other hand if he betrayed them and relayed information back to the guard he would also be rewarded. From a rogue's point of view it was a win-win situation. From Ace's, a newly minted rogue, it was one of morals.
Unsure of what exactly the group stood for, he wasn't sure what it was that he was helping. If they were implementing tactics peacefully to protect the pegasi then he could do this. However, as the rumors suggested, if they were a terrorist organization he would surely report it to the guard.
Glancing over the crew he noticed some looked more eager than others.
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 21, 2016 12:20:48 GMT -6
Samael
Talori Rogue
A voice from the crows nest called out, alerting the captain to the quickly approaching land mass. Eagerly barking out a few orders, the spotted stallion wheeled the ship around, preparing to bring it into the rather small port to which he'd been directed. After what seemed like an eternity, The Bloody Whore was eventually docked, her red sails billowing in the wind like a majestic dragon in flight. Nodding in approval, Samael turned his attention to the many equines who made up his crew for this venture. Looking from face to face, he decided on three to accompany him to shore, mostly due to the fact that though a few of them had ventured with him before, he didn't know any of the three well enough to trust them with the thing that was most precious to him.
"Taalara, Ace, and Trouble darling, I'd like you three to come ashore with me, if you don't mind. I could use your help in these negotiations." And I don't trust you alone with my ship.... He thought to himself. "Are ya with me?"
His tone was almost too jovial as he spoke, taking a swig from the flask that hung loosely around his neck. He smiled broadly, attempting to reassure them as he stepped onto the ramp and headed down towards the quiet dock.
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 21, 2016 12:24:45 GMT -6
Checkpoint 2// As the ship is being docked, you notice three figures approaching from the shadows. You can only assume these are the Freedom's Flight representatives you are set to meet. (Welcome Vagabond Plot 204: In Short Supply!) |
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 21, 2016 15:32:40 GMT -6
Renata | The flock - Apothecary
She landed heavily on the ground, gently folding her wings. Stealth had never been her forte, though you might expect it for a horse having lived a good part of her life life as a Talorian rogue and member of the flock. Her big body left little room for quiet landings even though she had become more adapt over the years. From above she had already spotted a ship with its own collection of what she supposed were the 'traders' they were asked to meet up with. Waiting for her two fellow flock members to be ready, she set off to meet them. She couldn't help but tense a little, though she managed to keep any doubts and fears off of her face. The Talorian rumours came to her again, this time of pirates. Awful horses with no moral, seeking nothing but what bettered themselves. They even lied and tricked within their own ranks, everyone thinking of nothing but themselves. She felt her spine tingle unpleasantly at the thought of having to deal with such individuals and edged closer to Oriole to bow over and whisper in the mare's ear:"Are these the ones we're meeting?" She trusted that Oriole was more familiar with the setting than she was, seeing how Perseus had asked her to guide them here.
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Post by biirdi on Aug 22, 2016 16:44:58 GMT -6
Oriole | The flock
Her hooves were getting heavier every step she took. How easy it would be if she just had wings to carry her to the island. Renata was lucky in that sense, and Oriole watched her fly in the sky while she was unpleasantly stuck on the ground. Still, the mare made her way through the undergrowth and towards the beach and onto the ship. She was buzzing with excitement, looking around the ship with wide eyes. "Whoa..." She said. even though she was raised in Talori, the mare had never been on a ship before and this one was impressive. Rouges were curious things, big and strong. Oriole had to admire them despite their rugged ways. She hoped they would understand the flocks need for supplies and allies. She cream mare nodded at Renatas comment, breaking into a nervous (yet clearly amazed to be there) smile. "Hello!" She began. "We're the representatives from the Flock. Im guessing you're the rouges right? not that you don't look like rouges! Just making sure and all. This is a really nice ship by the way, I've never been on a ship before." She commented, looking around. "Anyway, I believe we're here to talk about supplies and such! A ship like this would be perfect for carrying supplies. Having the rouges as allies would be such a great thing for the flock, too! So waddaya say?"
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Post by crazywhitearabian on Aug 23, 2016 15:03:49 GMT -6
Ace | Rogue
Grateful that they were once again near land, Ace certainly had no qualms with his captain's request. Legs still shaky from the rough sea fare he made his way to where Samael was. As the captain swigged his flask, of which Ace hoped was not full of alcohol, he carefully picked his way down the ramp. Nearly throwing himself off the last step his massive weight made the dock sway with impact. He did not return the other's broad smile, but held his gaze politely for a moment until a feathery mare seemed to appear out of nowhere, and with her a spotted one.
Before he could even say anything the spotted one began to talk. And talk, and talk. His ears flicked back and forth listening to her, she seemed very excited. Ace nodded to confirm the fact he was a rogue, but wasn't able to get a word in edgewise. Grinning at the friendly little mare he decided he would let someone else answer her.
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Post by fediarwoods on Aug 24, 2016 3:27:23 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
With a soft thud! of her hooves she landed in the sand, her curls dancing behind her as she moved on Samael's question, even though it felt more like a command. She felt the slightest itch of nervousness in her stomach because of the unknown they were stepping into. She didn't know the island, nor the horses they were going to meet. Not to mention that she knew only half their crew, and even the ones she did know, still only slightly, she didn't trust. They were Rogues, just like she was. And when it came down to it she knew damn well that everyone would choose for themselves; and right they were.
Her golden eyes scanned the island as they stepped through the sand. The thick line the jungle pulled through the sand, making place for hiding out where no-one would notice you. It was an affirmation for both that it was safe, and unknown, and that no-one would come and bash into their party. Still she felt like it wasn't that safe as it was supposed to be, but maybe that was just her nervousness pitching in, especially after their previous endeavor.
In the distance she caught movement; two winged figures landed on the sand and made way towards them. One painted with black and white, the other spotted, both with wings even bigger than their body. After all the stories she had heard from what they had inflicted to the citizens on the streets, she couldn't help but feel a hostility towards them. Normally she wouldn't. She stood as far away from the Talori civilization that she could, but since a few months that had changed. She still felt like all of them were just as wrong as their government, but she didn't want them to get hurt nonetheless: Sven was among them, and she would chase those Pegasi to the end of the world if that ment keeping him safe.
She softly snorted and lifted her head as the Pegasi began to speak, one of her curly ears pointed towards them, the other flicked backwards, keeping an eye out for her surroundings. She couldn't help but notice the big mule's grin as she looked at her accomplices for just a second, trying to figure out how they were thinking about this whole deal. There was coin to be earned, sure, but did they realize they would be helping to destroy a country, and all of the people in it?
Her golden gaze shifted back to the spotted Pegasi that spoke. Allies, that's what she called it? Not just suppliers, or smugglers, but allies? She didn't feel like trusting them, or the whole bunch of Freedom Fighters for that matter, let alone she would see them as her allies. Would that make her a terrorist too?
She flicked her ears around before she opened up her mouth. ''Depends on what kinda supplies you're after,'' she locked her golden gaze on the spotted Pegasi's green eyes. ''Seeing that our last ordeal with your accomplices didn't go so well.'' She was still slightly irritated about that fact; she normally wasn't one that got caught, let alone being wanted for the last couple of months. She wasn't planning on smuggling out another few terrorists, if that was what they were after.
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 27, 2016 13:20:58 GMT -6
Samael
Talori Rogue
"Hello! We're the representatives from the Flock. Im guessing you're the rouges right? not that you don't look like rouges! Just making sure and all. This is a really nice ship by the way, I've never been on a ship before. Anyway, I believe we're here to talk about supplies and such! A ship like this would be perfect for carrying supplies. Having the rouges as allies would be such a great thing for the flock, too! So waddaya say?"
Samael cocked an eyebrow as the mare spoke. She was young and eager, a bit too eager it seemed, though her larger winged companion seemed much more hesitant to work with them. That was at least what he’d expected. ''Depends on what kinda supplies you're after, Seeing that our last ordeal with your accomplices didn't go so well.''
Passoa’s voice seemed mildly irritated as she spoke and the captain couldn’t help but laugh. “Ease up there, Trouble. It wasn’t THAT bad. We never actually got caught, our faces were just on some wanted posters for a bit and we weren’t welcome in the mainland. Nothin’ new.” He chuckled, glancing at Ace and back at Talaara looking for their reactions before turning his gaze to rest on the young, grey mare. “Trouble here is right about one thing at least. A good deal of these negotiations rests on what it is you’re looking for from us. Yeah, the Bloody Whore is a marvelous ship and is great for smuggling, but I’m not going to put her, my crew, or my livelihood on the line without some decent compensation in the mix; And that, my dear, is all dependent on what it is exactly that you want us to do.” He smirked slightly, studying the mare’s face as he spoke, keeping an eye on the quieter but wiser looking mare backing her up. “You see, I’ll do just about whatever you want, if the price is right. Anything less though and you won’t have a deal. Time is money, and my time is worth quite a bit these days.”
Samael shot a glance back at his three companions, trying to gauge their reactions to what he’d said as he waited for a response.
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Post by thepaisley on Aug 29, 2016 20:37:14 GMT -6
Allies?
Tala felt that she had to stop this in its tracks. Any truly selfish rogue (as all the most successful were) would be cautious, and while she couldn't claim to be truly selfish she certainly did feel like she was walking on very thin ice here.
"Allies?" she said with a note of skepticism, stepping off the plank and onto the sand behind Passoa. The sand crunched under her hooves, but she knew that even that reassuring sound did not make her safe. "Now that's a bit of a strong word, darling. I don't know about anyone else, but I don't know what you want to do with these supplies, and I'd like to keep it that way." Lies, all lies. "All we're doing is doing business with you. Nothing more. I'm not sticking my neck out for you a second time. Sorry, sweetheart," she finished with a crooked sort of half-smile. "I do rather like my life, you know." That part, at least, wasn't untrue; she loved being able to serve her herd and emperor. But moments such as these were perhaps her least favorite part of the job.
Her eyes remained strictly trained on the pegasi, but internally she wondered where and how they were going to transport their new supplies. They certainly couldn't fly them back, could thy? How much could a Pegasus carry, anyway? That she didn't know the answer to this was worrisome, but she didn't exactly intend to ask them; that would be much too curious, and curiosity got horses killed.
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Post by crazywhitearabian on Aug 31, 2016 16:48:08 GMT -6
((I'm so so sorry for only posting 165 words in the last post! I totally thought that the minimum was 165 for some reason. I'll post extra in this, sorry guys!))
Ace | Rogue
Long ears flicked back and forth following the conversation. "Depends on what kinda supplies you're after," the curly mare, Trouble was it, spoke, "Seeing that our last ordeal with your accomplices didn't go so well." Well that was intriguing. She seemed irritated to say the least, which made him wonder how the last meeting had gone. Samael, however, seemed unfazed as he questioned their rewards.
The captain kept his composure, “You see, I’ll do just about whatever you want, if the price is right. Anything less though and you won’t have a deal. Time is money, and my time is worth quite a bit these days.”
Ace nodded his head in agreement. What the paint said was true, time was a very valuable thing indeed. He secretly hoped this little arrangement would be over quickly, he had other far more important matters to deal with back home. If it weren't for the promise of treasure he would not have come. He desperately hoped that this treasure promised to them was money. Unfortunately after purchasing his own ship just days before this expedition he was running low on funds, if he didn't come up with money soon he would be in trouble.
That being the main reason he was here he now listened intently, eager to see if it would pay off or not.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Sept 6, 2016 15:46:56 GMT -6
Renata | The flock - Apothecary
She nodded as Oriole confirmed her suspision and continued to walk up to the rogues as they walked up to them. She forced herself to keep a polite smile, knowing all to well how to act proper. Years of practise would do that to you. She had no trouble letting the other mare do the talking...well until she actually started talking that is. She shifted as the mare started babbling, her ears flicking nervously. Oh, dear. She had somehow expected she would have been better at is. Reactions from the rogues soon poured in and she soon got the impression they had gotten themselves into something more than expected. With a slight dip of her head, she stepped up next to Oriole, taking the word instead. "Hello, my name is Renata. My apologies, I mus say I was not informed on any prior dealings, but I assure you we are not here to cause you trouble." Her eyes slid over to each rogue, trying to convey the sincerity of her words. "I am sure we can work out a deal that benefits both our parties." She smiled again, laying the emphasis on the word deal. Surely these smugglers wanted to see coin, but they'd better return something decent for it. She wasn't exactly sure what Perseus had supplied them with for this transaction. [/b]"We find ourselves in a particular need for both potion ingredients and smithing resources. I myself am apothecary and my friend here is blacksmith so if you could show us what you got?"[/b] She looked to Oriole, eyes asking if she herself had something to add to that. She didn't know if Perseus had given her her own errands.
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Post by GingerBlues on Sept 9, 2016 13:33:28 GMT -6
Samael
Talori Rogue
Samael snorted softly, staring down the pegasus mare who had finally addressed them. “Show you what we’ve got? At the moment I have an empty ship and a hard working crew. There was no mention of what you needed before aside from a bit of smuggling, and that I can assure you, my ship is well built for, dearie.” He paused, looking first at the young excitable mare, then back at her winged companion. “If potion and smithing components are all you’re after, I can easily get my hooves on those and have them to ya pretty quickly. If you’re needing transportation for other goods that can only be retrieved on the mainland, or the ferrying of your non-winged companions, I can do that too, but it’ll cost quite a bit more.” He paused, stamping his hoof on the ground before continuing. “But like I said, it all depends on what you want. Can’t really provide services if I’m not told what services you’re after to begin with, ya know?” The spotted stallion took a long swig from his flask as he glanced up at the sky. Storm clouds seemed to be brewing in the distance and Samael didn’t like the looks of them. “I don’t mean to rush you lovely ladies, but there appears to be a storm coming, and If I’m going to get my crew home safely, I’m gonna need some answers soon. I’m sure an agreement can be made, but we had better come to it quickly. My poor ship suffered enough in the last storm I forced her to sail through, I sure as hell ain’t gonna do that to her again.”
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Post by crazywhitearabian on Sept 12, 2016 21:07:27 GMT -6
Ace | Rogue | Talori | Post Four
Long ears flopped back as he listened. So far no one had mentioned what they would paid with. Growing impatient he stamped a hoof as she spoke. Had they really come all this way to find out they didn't even have what these rebels wanted? At length he had been prepared to deal with smuggling traitors from the Flight, but they hadn't brought these supplies. The thought of making another trip for a few meager supplies made him sick.
After his captain spoke he broke in, voicing his thoughts, "Forgive me for being so blunt, but if we get you said supplies, what is in it for us?"
He felt a little rude for speaking up without being called on, and quite selfish for asking such a questions. But such was the rogue's way and he would learn to live by it. It was sort of funny, he looked like a rogue, yet he still had troubles playing the part. For years manners and self-discipline had been forced upon him, but there was no such laws in this life of his.
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Post by fediarwoods on Sept 13, 2016 6:02:44 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
She watched the scene from under her thick curly forelock, her golden eyes shifting from one to another as they each spoke their opinion. She enjoyed the soft tug of the salty wind that made her curls dance aside her, but she could also feel from it that there was a storm brewing high up in the sky. It was coming there way, closing in their time schedule. They had to come to a conclusion, or a deal, and while that thought settled in, she began doubting her decision to come with them even more.
As the spotted Captain laughed at her grumpy reply to the Pegasi, one corner of her lips tugged up in a slight smile. Even though he didn't have a clue - he was right about that. If their plan hadn't gone so bad, she wouldn't have sought after shelter. And than she wouldn't have stayed at Sven's house and well... left her heart there when she left again this morning. She loved the last couple of months, but it had also changed so many things that she was slightly confused about how to go further with her breaking the law, taunting the Guards and bringing trouble to Talori.
If she hadn't been searching for shelter, she hadn't had this knot in her stomach either. The memories of last night were still so fresh in her mind. How she curled up against him when she awoke in the middle of the night, taking in his scent before dozing of in a deep sleep again. She didn't want to loose that, didn't want to waste the opportunity to go back. She didn't even want to think about what he'd say if he would see her here.
"We find ourselves in a particular need for both potion ingredients and smithing resources. I myself am apothecary and my friend here is blacksmith so if you could show us what you got?" The knit in her stomach grew tighter, and her golden gaze shifted back to the black and white Pegasus mare in front of them. Ingredients to hurt horses. Resources to smith weapons, potions to kill horses. She had grown so weak over the last couple of weeks. But she couldn't let it show, she hadn't gone on this mission without a reason.
''I bet there'd be enough coin to be shared,'' she said, with a lopsided smile, as her eyes crossed Aces' for a second, before returning her gaze to the Pegasi mares. They were just messengers, she guessed. ''We can get our hands on pretty much anything - I'd say,'' again her gaze shifted to her companions. She herself traveled quite a bit, even though she hadn't for the last couple of months, and she knew where to find what and had her suppliers here and there. And they probably had too, so getting the stuff wasn't the problem. ''That said, where would we be delivering this stuff of yours? I mean, I can't imagine you picking stuff up off this island, to just fly them over to your little hideout yourselves,'' she put up a smile, as she tried puzzling out how this was going to work. She couldn't imagine them agreeing with Samael and his ship just dropping stuff off on their doorstep, especially since they've tried so hard to keep their existence secret for so long.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Sept 18, 2016 6:23:16 GMT -6
Renata | The flock - Apothecary
Ah. She had thought she would have been inspecting the wares, not just listing what she needed. How where they gonna memorise everything anyway? Could they read and write? How was she supposed to sum up everything she might need from the top of her head? And where did want Perseus have the goods delivered? She wished her primary had given a little more to go by. The shifting of her body was the only thing giving away her inner turmoil, giving Oriole an uncertain look. She hoped the mare was better at dealing with this though her earlier babbling made her fear not. Calming herself she coughed a bit to try and clear her throat before addressing the pirates again. "I think indeed coin is the way to pay unless there's something else you want?" She didn't exactly know these rogues after all and though her bet laid with crystal sharts, there was no telling what they valued. She nodded. "I could list ingredients I am in need off. Is someone familiar with extracts and herbs? Or will someone note it down or..." She grew quiet, eyes shifting between their 'business partners to see what they would do.
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Post by GingerBlues on Sept 23, 2016 1:25:37 GMT -6
Checkpoint 3//The massive storm is rolling in fast, and you all know if you want to make it to your homes safely, you will have to part ways soon. Lightning in the distance is worrying enough, and the darkening skies feel you with a sense of foreboding. You must quickly come to some sort of a decision if you wish to make this trip a profitable one. Wrapping Up! Hey guys, this is just a heads up to let you know our plot is nearing it's end  You'll each get to post at least once more, maybe twice if time permits it. |
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Post by GingerBlues on Sept 23, 2016 1:29:58 GMT -6
Samael
Talori Rogue
"I think indeed coin is the way to pay unless there's something else you want? I could list ingredients I am in need off. Is someone familiar with extracts and herbs? Or will someone note it down or..."The stallion snorted softly as the pegasus spoke. "Coin is definitely the preferred method of payment, Though I will take other items of value in desperate times. As for the items you are in need of, I think a list is a wonderful idea darling." The captain quickly drew a pad of paper and a rather odd looking pen from his saddle bags and looked to the mare once more. He couldn't read or write to save his life, but Samael had become rather adept at taking notes in the form of small images that would jog his memory when the time came. Thunder crashing loudly overhead caught the stallion's attention. Flicking his ears back, he glanced at his small party, then back at the mares with whom they were dealing. " I don't mean to hurry you along dearies, but if I want to make it out of here tonight, We'll have to be departing soon." He glanced skyward, taking note of the ominous dark clouds as they rolled in. "Tell you what, Give me a short list now, and we'll have a test go. See if we feel confident in each other for the sake of business, ya know? I get you a small list of goods you can't easily get your hooves on, you give me a fair price, and I'd say we have a deal. Gives you a chance to talk with your boss, and gives me a chance to talk this all over with my crew." Samael pawed the ground impatiently as he spoke. "I'll meet you here a week from today with the items you request and we can go from there. If you're happy with the quality, and we're happy with the pay, I believe this little arrangement could work out just fine. If either party is unhappy, we can walk away then with hardly any loss. Do we have an accord?"
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Post by fediarwoods on Sept 25, 2016 5:26:41 GMT -6
Passoa | Talori | Rogue
It surprised her how unorganized the two Pegasi seemed to be. She would have expected for them to be very precise, and to be very determined on what they wanted. Instead they seemed to be slightly rambling, not knowing what it exactly was their leader needed. She couldn't understand if it was just a game that they were playing, or if it was really just a messy way of working they expressed more than they would probably want.
Her eyes wandered over the Pegasi mare that had been pretty silent for a while, but soon found the darker one's eyes when she spoke. ''I know my fair share on herbs and extracts - I think we can get you pretty much anything you might need,'' she muttered slightly in between her breath. And if she couldn't get her hooves on it, she bet one of her accomplices could. She didn't knew them, nor knew all of them by name, but she was sure they all knew their way around the smuggling scene, and had a few strings they could pull.
Her thoughts shifting to the weather changing above their heads. Just as she finished her sentence, thunder cracked through the sky above them and a loud rumbling was heard. They had to hurry, or they would have a pretty bad ride back to Aquore's shores. She turned her ears around, before glancing over to Samael, that pulled out a notepad to make a shortlist for the two mares. He seemed impatient, and she was feeling it in her gut too. She liked traveling over sea, but not when it was crashing on ships so loudly it sounded like it would consume every ship sailing on it's waves.
"Samael's right: I'd suggest you two make up your mind, before both you, and we, can't leave this shore anymore,'' she tried to sound friendly, but the hint in her tone was clear; she was starting to get impatient too. She flicked her tail restlessly while her gaze shifted in between the Pegasi mares, and Samael leading the conversation, waiting for the two mares to spill the goods they wanted to have. She was curious to what they wanted to get their hooves on so badly. She was still doubting her decision to come along and actually help out this crew of extremists, and that feeling still hadn't gone with the wind. It was silently eating on her conscience and the more the silence between her crew and the two Flight members grew, and the sound of the crashing thunder loudened, the more she just wanted to leave here.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Sept 25, 2016 15:34:37 GMT -6
Renata | Flock - Apothecary
So much difficulty in communication. She wanted to sigh, wondering if they had ruined their impression of the flight. Hopefully they would still take them seriously. Dark clouds closed in on them and Renata looked up. Seemed like a storm was brewing and they'd need to leave soon if they wanted to make it home safely. She glanced back to the rogues as one of them took the worth and she wondered if he perhaps was the captain. Her ears flicked a little in irritation as he called her darling, but out of politeness and wanting to prevent unnecessary friction, she refrained from correcting him. He seemed sensible enough, even giving opportunity to back out. Almost like a real merchant and maybe in their own respect they kinda were. She would have liked to have done all in one go, but seeing the circumstances, they'd need to make do. She nodded her agreement and stepped forward towards the male, not noticing the muttering of another rogue, already going through the most important things she needed in her head. "I need Aloe vera, crushed ginger root, calendula-" She continued to list everything before pausing and giving their business partner a tentative look. "Any chances you could also get your hands on a bush viper in the future? Alive, the uplifted kind? I find myself in need of one, but sadly my options are...limited."
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Post by crazywhitearabian on Sept 25, 2016 21:05:05 GMT -6
Ace | Talori | Rogue
Now he was growing impatient.This talk was growing old and seemed to be going nowhere fast. It was so unorganized, what did these pegasi even want? Just as he was about to but in and ask again a cautious winged mare spoke up. <i>Aloe vera, crushed ginger root, calendula... bush viper?</i> Okay that wasn't so weird save perhaps the viper. What would they do with that? Were they seriously asking them to risk their necks for a pet? And those ingredients were relatively easy to get a hold of, so why were they asking them to smuggle them here? Were they really that incompetent, and if so they definitely were not making a good first impression for the flock.
"I can get you the snake," he eyed her warily, "If you give me a good reason for it, I don't want to waste resources on getting you a pet."
Now he was sure he was breaking proper etiquette and sounding more like the rogue he pretended to be. Good, now on to the mission, he wanted that money.
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