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Post by JourneyHorse on Mar 2, 2017 19:28:17 GMT -6
Balthier
Balthier stepped away from where he had watched the proceedings at the bar. He had finished his rum, (no use wasting a good drink that was already paid for) it was time he had a say in this mess. As he moved he shot a, don't think I've forgotten about you and my money, look at the cloaked grey mare. Then shouldering his way through two heavily inebriated rogues he moved closer to the kirins, taking in their finer details, their fear and confusion and the way they clung to each other for support. He listened to the other captains' offers with an amused smile on his lips. Just as the pale stallion finished his pitch, Balthier let out a harsh bark of laughter. "Ha! Trust these two? Who were the first to draw swords against you. Yes, I'm sure they'll take good care of you both." He scoffed as he made a blunt gesture that included both Ceto and Kraken. "And this fellow? Wouldn't trust him with a simple slip knot." This comment was directed towards the latecomer. Though he didn't know him personally, Balthier had recognized the albino stallion the moment he had barged in. Like the rest of them, Leviathan had seen an opportunity and had jumped on it. The dark stallion had nothing against the newcomer or his acquisitiveness, but this was business and in business one always sought to make the competition look incompetent. Balthier turned to the two kirins, making sure he had their attention before he spoke in a much kinder tone that didn't give the slightest hint to his true intentions. "I can get you where you need to go. And aboard the Rancor, none of them with be able to touch our wake." This time his gesture was far more vague, encompassing the whole rest of the room. His gaze passed from the other rouges to the kirins, a decision had to be made, whether it would change the inevitable outcome of this whole ordeal was another matter entirely. Outwardly he remained casual and calm as ever, but a close observer would have noticed that Balthier's muscles were tensed, ready for everything to go to hell at any given second. He allowed himself a slight smile as a thought passed through his mind. Two kirins and a half dozen rogues walk into a bar... we are about to see what happens next. posts: 5 words: 401 |
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Post by GingerBlues on Mar 2, 2017 22:33:41 GMT -6
Penderrin And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuriesThe striped stallion couldn't help but roll his eyes as the equines who had just been threatening them began to attempt to lure him and Auryn onto one of their ships. While he appreciated the idea of returning home to Valore, some of the things they'd said didn't make much since. Though he couldn't remember much solid information about his own life, he knew enough about his homeland to know that something wasn't right.
His eyes darted from horse to horse as each spouted off their own offer. He glanced back at Auryn, wondering if he was feeling as overwhelmed by all of this as Pen was. Snorting softly, he returned his gaze to the bickering ship captains, listening to their grand claims of getting the kirins home safely while throwing eac hother under the bus. If Penderrin hadn't been as angry as he was, he might have found it almost amusing.
Looking around the room for any sort of writing utensil and parchment, he finally laid his eyes on a quill pen and ink sitting upon a small stack of papers nearby. Warily, he moved towards the table they sat upon, making sure to move slowly as not to instigate something with the rather combative looking rogues. Carefully levitating the pen, he dipped the quill into the ink before pressing it gently to the paper.
Though a bit shaky, the stallion's penmanship was still impeccable as he wrote out a single question. 'Why should we trust any of you?' He held the paper up for all to see, looking at the rather large group questioningly.
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Post by manabuns on Mar 2, 2017 22:59:57 GMT -6
And this fellow? Wouldn't trust him with a simple slip knot. Another belly deep laugh rolled off of the albino stallion's tongue, once again abandoning his attention on the Kirin's to eye the pirate who had spoke the jibe. "Give me a good ale and I'll show you how well I tie knot, lad." He barked in good humor. There was no sense in picking a fight, he understood the game and the rules well. Leviathan rather liked the barb, odd perhaps, but there was no getting through life as he had picking on everything that so much as uttered indifference or malice.
The movement of one of the kirins drew him back however, the broken shreds of his ear tipped forward with a mild flinch at the uncomfortable ripple of pain it provoked. Damn thing, he had half a mind to get the rest of it cut off and be done with it. As the parchment was lifted, his crimson gaze flickered over the perfect penmanship. "Got better writin' than I, I'm almost jealous." He chuckled, that was swept aside for a look of seriousness. To business. "Y'don't have to trust us, just our ability to get you where you want to go." He began leisurely, "you're on the isles of the dead, gentlemen." Leviathan stated simply, accompanied with a sluggish roll of his shoulder. "Gettin' off this rock is goin' to be costly, even if y'don't find a ship and a crew in this tavern. What's to say those outside will even want to help you get home safe. What's t'say you walk on your merry way outta here, straight into the net of another who won't stand 'ere and try an' win you over." He paused for a few moments, another glance given to those gathered. "I offered m'ship n' no strings attached to it. I'm a rather simple stallion with simple pleasures, I likes to see how the world spins when things get interestin'."
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Post by silencethewolf on Mar 3, 2017 5:03:44 GMT -6
Calypso sneered at the stallion who replied to her. Just another person who's wound up in the mess that was unfolding before them. She decided to take a step back, observing everyone. It was amusing to watch them all make offers to the kirins all the while insulting each other. She smiled with a slight smirk, if she had the time she would've been able to watch them like this all night. She always liked drama and would follow it keenly wherever it sprouted up.
However, the situation had changed. As that strange stallion had said earlier on in the evening, as far as they were concerned the mainland was attacked. Who knew how long or safe it would be on the isles (not that it was even safe to begin with in the first place). With the kirins' unexpected arrival, who knew what was going to next. She glanced at the piece of paper that one of them held up. The green-eyed mare sighed, about to speak.
"Look, I don't give a shit about who takes who, as long as they're out of the way and dealt with." She thought for a while, they could be able to go to Valore. After all, Aodh must've been the herd where they'd come from. Then, a thought popped into her mind and stirred as she began to speak again. "What if, instead of bickering among ourselves like a bunch of fucking idiots, we all go to Valore. That way we can get this over and done with without any more problems." She paused, her expression subtly changing into a sort of frown, as if she was plotting something. "Besides, if we hand them into their king, we may all get a reward and the kirins may get off free of harm."
Last time she'd checked, aodhians liked kirins, so returning them to their homeland would be sort of a good plan. She then turned, addressing the kirins directly.
"Or you could just walk on out of here and start wandering the streets, that's fine by me, I don't give a shit."
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Post by mariahwhy on Mar 3, 2017 20:22:24 GMT -6
Kraken's face sank into an expression of long-suffering impatience with the other rogues. While he had started this round of one-upping, and admittedly found it a talent of his in most instances, there was no time for such things at the moment. He had known his proposal was a long shot, and had only hoped that his relay of profound information would be his winning ticket. But the kirins seemed to have overcome their confusion, and were quickly sinking into visible frustration. It was understandable, sure, but typically horses that were being bickered over like pieces of meat showed a bit more fear, and Kraken didn't like this audacity.
The dark stallion threw a death glare towards Ceto though he had completely expected her reaction. The others were of less importance to him, and he cared little of their denigrating words, but they were business rivals and never more so than in this instance. And that meant that all of them, even those claiming they had little interest in these walking piles of gold, were his enemies. He cast them all humorless stares as each spoke in turn. This situation seemed pointless. They were rogues, after all. Each wanted the profit for themselves. Not to let it go. Certainly not to share it. They could stand here bickering until the end of time and never come to an agreement.
He tensed suddenly from his position of annoyed boredom as the striped kirin moved. His telepathy gripped the sword that had been returned to its sheath, but he did not draw it just yet. Instead his eyes, once more sharp, followed his every movement. Spotting the inkwell in the kirin's path, he anticipated his move, a revelation coming to him. A mute, huh? How damn useless are these beasts? He released his telepathy, and waited for the kirin's message. As soon as it was shown he let out a deep guffaw, raising a brow at the stallion. Another laugh escaped him as Leviathan voiced what he was thinking. "He's right," he jerked his head at the white horse. "You shouldn't trust any of us. We're rogues, and deception is the only way to live on the Isles."
Ironic that he would talk about lying, and yet be more honest than he had been since stepping into this bar. But, oh, well. There was nothing for it now. "Listen, we'll all give you a good pitch. Or... a not so good pitch." He looked wickedly at the other rogues. "Truth is, like he said, you aren't getting out of here without a price on your head. I might chain you." He grinned knowingly at Ceto, brazenly admitting to his trade. "They might let you aboard 'for free,' but we're all going to sell you. And if you think the other drunken pieces of shit in this town are any less of a risk than you are sorely mistaken. Your best chances lie here in this bar." He gestured widely, a rolling of his shoulders under his cloak and a swing of his thick neck, to the rogues standing around the kirins. "So make your pick. We'll all get you where you need to go, but don't believe anyone that says they won't do it to make a profit."
Kraken stood, feeling suddenly that this was a pivotal moment in his life. He was either about to acquire the most valuable slaves of his career, or he was going to die fighting for them. The tension in the room fizzled almost as if the lightning remained about the kirins - unseen but crackling against their nerves. Calypso spoke of them all traveling together, but Kraken didn't even consider the idea. Ride along with Ceto and share a bounty? Not on his life. He had already lost Keta to her. He would not lose this.
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