Posted November 26, 2013 (edited) Roberts was done with the meals for the day. He wasn't exactly a gourmet, but he had enough experience in the kitchen to make some better stuff than the crew was used to. He had a stew, two goats salted and put on ice so he could cook it later and bread rising. The French boat had had plenty in their food store. But now that his labors were complete for awhile, he thought he'd go sleep off his tired feeling. Oh? You thought I meant he was going to bed? That's an adorable thought. No, Roberts was off to a brothel. But he paused before he got to the gangplank. He saw Garrett and decided to offer the lad a chance to tag along. "Oy, Garrett." He called as he walked across the deck. "How'd you like to get some'a pain outta yourself the good old fashion way? Drink is great but women are better." Poppy was sitting around, wondering about Stark. She couldn't get a read on him and he didn't seem interested even when she clued in some stuff pretty heavily. She didn't like him particularly, he just puzzled her. But she noticed Castiel take the wheel and decided to mend bridges since she'd burnt so many lately. Taking on a graceful stride, she approached and said, "Castiel, would you have a minute to speak?" ((God, I am all sorts of out of my charries' heads right now. Forgive me if I have them do something seemingly out of character. Also Poppy is short because I have to eat dinner.)) Edited November 26, 2013 by Dusset Share this post Link to post
Posted November 26, 2013 (edited) Mary She heard voices as she neared the place where Robb usually was. Garrett was down here too, which made sense since she heard that he was wounded on the last raid too. She raised her left hand to in front of her chest try and somehow steel herself. She hissed when she moved it, the pain flaring up her back and over her shoulder. She could feel blood start to trickle down her back, she she had to hurry. "Hey, Robb," she inquired. "I think I opened up my wound... again. Can you look at it?" she hoped that she hadn't angered him too much. Time had passed from the incident when they were drunk, but it was still on her mind. They said a drunk man's actions and words were a drunk man's thoughts. She vaguely remembered asking to kiss him, and knew it had been her fault. Well, at the very least, Robb had already seen all of her so showing her bare back -as scarred and beaten up as it was- wasn't a big deal. "Please hurry, this is only clean shirt. The other one I had kinda was ruined when I was cut." she was sheepish, her previous bravado abandoning her. She avoided eye contact with him. Theresa . She cradled her hand, which was bleeding now. She'd let it go on too long... the thought of Poppy and the others talking about being a prude and snobby made her punch a wall. She watched the blood drip down her fingers. She grabbed bandages which she had for this exact outcome, and wrapped her hand expertly. This wasn't working, so she decided to go relieve Ceto. It sounded like she had a... long night. She moved abovedeck, noticing that she and Stark were talking. Ah, so that was the lucky man who had bedded Ceto. "Ah, Stark. Ceto. Good morning," she hid her hand carefully. She didn't want to draw attention to herself. "Are we almost to Italy now? Goodness. You get some shuteye Ceto, you look tired." she never smiled and her tone fell flat, but it was the best she could manage right now. She was too scared that the demon would let loose, and she would lose her temper. Edited November 26, 2013 by RainDash Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 Garrett The man drank deeply from his bottle. The pain was becoming dull, and he was slowly feeling better. Beer was always a cure, wasn't it? From headaches to heartaches, which Garrett felt often, especially when he saw Cullen and Abe together. Why couldn't that be him, eh? Why couldn't that be him laughing and kissing her? Because he was stupid, slow, dumb, that was why. He drank deeper from his bottle and savored the taste. This was a stronger tasting beer, probably from Germany. He needed that... He had to be wasted, just once. A voice sounded and he lifted his head to see Roberts come over. He was talking about women. Women? What did women have to do with this? With his poisoning? "Women? What women? There aren't many women on board..." he said, sitting up with a groan. The poison was in him, he knew. And it was painful... Castiel The ship smoothly slipped into port, with Castiel at her helm. Ah, what he wouldn't give to have a ship as great as the Sista Viska. And without Ceto, Tessa, Abe, Cullen... No one. Just him and a pretty woman. Speaking about a pretty woman... Poppy walked up beside him and asked if she could speak to him. His blue eyes darted over to her quickly and grinned. Ah, yes, very spicy. He saw her as a pepper. She smelled nice and tasted nice, but she had a sharp bite. "Sure, we can talk. Usually, I wouldn't want to speak unless the day is pretty as this. Other days, non, no, I would not speak. Today, oui, I would speak. And I will. What do you want to speak about?" he asked, watching as the men began to tie the boat to port. The ship rocked back and forth on the waves as the men sang and worked. He grinned, humming along the song. Ah, it was a happy song! Robb Someone spoke to him, a sweet person with a sweet voice. A friendship gone sour. Perhaps a bit of both? The young man cast his eyes back and saw Mary, with blood welling on her shoulder. She opened her wound again? "Didn't I say not to move around too much? Look what you did. If the wound keeps opening, it will leave a bigger scar." he said. Crossing his arms, he turned toward her and blinked his eyes at her. Was she angry at what he did? He was really worried that she was. "Open your shirt up and turn your back toward me. It seems that the wound is quite irritated. A lot of blood is seeping out and it will most definitely stain your shirt." he demanded ,pulling a rag from his belt and dabbing it with water. He glanced up at her expectantly. Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 Stark pursed his lips against the anger he felt. Ceto might let him sound off at her when they were alone together, but now that Theresa was here there was no chance she wouls let him get away with such insubordination. He nodded, throwing in the most sarcastic bow his body could manage, and smiled. "Oh of course milady Ceto. Anything my French princess requires of me." (Short busy) Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 Ceto She felt the boat thump lightly against the docks. Ah, land. Even if she was a pirate, she missed land at times. Ceto glanced between Theresa and Stark, a grin on her face. "I'll get some rest later. I find myself itching for land. Strange, even for me, eh?" she gave Stark a flick on the head and walked away, striding down the gangplank. She missed Italy, sometimes. It was a longing, a longing for a life she once had. But. She knew that if she left this life, she would long for it. She would want water when she was on land and land when she was on water. Ceto was like that. She was a female lion that could purr at you at one moment and maul you the next. She was also like... She didn't know. She was just very indecisive. But Italy was as gorgeous as ever. No need to be iindecisive about that. She just hoped that she could visit Lipari one day. That would be nice, it would calm her nerves. Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 (edited) With a sharp order to a few of the crew, Stark gathered the silk and rum. He wasn't sure where to take the goods, but one of the crewmen stated he knew a good buyer. Stark followed the men, eyes flickering across the crowds of people. He had been raised in Italy, but this wasn't like the homecoming that he had expected. Stark wasn't nearly as excited to be back as he thought that he would end up being. The hangover, of course, didn't make him particularly excited. In fact, nothing that had happened that day had worked out in a way that would lead him to be excited. It all started with Poppy. That woman... she was... easy on the eyes. Her words were like honey. Strangely, he found himself unmoved. Stark had to admit she was beautiful, and a part of him wanted to take her up on her offers, but the fact that she was so ready made him wary. And Ceto! He could kill her! The woman knew him better than any living soul, and she had used him like that. It wasn't out of pity for him, no. Ceto didn't work that way. It was for herself. The sale happened without much of a hitch. The crewmen left Stark, and he found himself with much more time than he had expected to be left with. What was the harm in doing a bit of exploring before he returned? Stark slipped into an alley, and began to climb the side of one of the buildings. The feeling of climbing was perfect. It took all of your attention, otherwise you would make a mistake. And, if you were climbing the right way, it only took one mistake to guarantee that you'd never make another. This is what he missed the most whilst they'd been out to sea. The surety of the buildings was so different in comparison to the way the Sista Viska bucked in the sea. As he reached the top, Stark felt a rush of excitement. Even with his hangover as bad as it was, he was still excited to be back climbing. He reached the roof, and immediately launched himself to the next. And again. Until suddenly, he was laughing. Stark reached another, and as he jumped off of this one, his foot caught on the ledge and suddenly he was crashing down to the ground, luckily hitting an unfortunate household's laundry and softening his fall. Edited November 27, 2013 by Kokay Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 (edited) Mary Mary hesitated, not wanting to remove her shirt but also she wanted this over as quickly as possible. She opened her shirt, letting the huge scab which had barely patched over, show. It was so awkward here, she couldn't stand it anymore. Doing the one thing that would fix everything between them. "I... I don't know why this is so awkward. It's not like you haven't seen it all already..." she stopped. "It's just... I was drunk. It doesn't even have to mean anything." [sleep~] Edited November 27, 2013 by RainDash Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 [Time for the girl I didn't take advantage of.] Velia "Do you really have to follow me around everywhere?" The Templar guard beside her let out a guttural grunt from under his helmet. The day was very warm and Velia just wanted to be left alone for a bit, but the Templars were guarding her as if she were a precious jewel. Which she was, really. She was literally born with a purpose- to marry someone named Dumont on her twentieth birthday and have many children. The Dumonts were an extremely influential family that would do well with tighter binds with the Templars. Velia sighed and rubbed the back of her head, finding that it was surprisingly itchy. She had to get this Templar away from her... But how? As she walked, she came across a store that sold dresses. "Oh, they are all so lovely! Can you buy me one?" she asked the Templar, who sighed and walked into the shop. She looked around with him for a bit before telling him that she was going to use the lady's room, to put it nicely. The Templar watched as she exited the building, supposedly searching for the center of relief. Walking away, she grinned and began to explore with a skip in her step. It was so nice here, when no one was breathing down your neck. Suddenly, something fell from the sky. It was a man. The laundry that was hanging on a wire saved him. "Are you okay?" she asked, rushing to his side and touching his shoulder. Robb Robb looked at her before tending to her wound. What did she mean to say? That she was sorry or something? His brow furrowed as he cleaned the wound and bandaged it up with clean bandages. "I understand. You don't need to say anything." [bed] Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 "Lad we aren't talking about women on our good ol' Sista Viska!" Roberts laughed. "I'm talking about women, lad. Courtesans as is respectful to call them." He grinned and tapped his nose twice. "They're wonderful ladies, I tell you. No matter where you are. All you need is a little coin and one could make you forget you even got stabbed, boy." He was confident this would work, plus even with courtesans it was best to have a wingman. "C'mon. I know a wonderful one here in Rome. Been here plenty before. Might get a returning customer's discount." He joked, but he really did know the madame well. "What do you say? No shame in doing it. They're respectable business women, and it's better than how most scourges of the sea act. Taking women like that. Can't say I'm innocent of it but at least I try to do better these days." Heidi was offset by the man's cheerfulness but went along anyways. "I wanted to... Apologize." She said. "I know you meant no harm but I think I overreacted about what you did in France. I took it a bit farther than I should have and I just wanted to say sorry." She paused a minute and thought about her seemingly increasing debt to others. "I want to make it up to you. Anything you want. You've got a whole city. Name it and I'll make sure you get it before we sail again." She was genuine. Wanted to make amends. She was horrible at it, too. Most people just shunned her off, especially if she had to do it twice. There was normally only one shot with people, and after that, they wouldn't let you back in. Cullen woke late, or early, or whatever. He hadn't slept a solid night since France. But he'd been staying in Abigail's room in the nights. His stuff remained at his bunk but he hadn't slept in it for a long while. Abe was in his arms when he woke but the sounds outside told him they were near shore. A port, actually. Okay, so they'd made it to Rome. He wanted to get up but was torn. Abe was so warm and he was always so cold lately. Staying would be the most comfortable thing but he needed to walk on land. As he stood gently from the bed, he got dressed and knelt on the floor for a moment. He was either busy or asleep most of the time, so he hadn't had a chance to do this in awhile... "Oh Lord, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, your will be done on Earth, as it is done in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil." He recited from memory. "And allow those souls taken by this unholy crew and myself into your kingdom. And forgive these men and women of their sins." He didn't pray to forgive his own, because he'd made them. Consciously. Always consciously. "Amen." Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 (edited) Garrett Garrett blinked at the man, frowning a bit. He was inviting him to a brothel? Really? He glanced away, shyly. Garrett wasn't one for brothels or anything, and he definitely was an untainted man. Never had he had a woman, and he didn't know how to have a woman, exactly. He knew that it involved certain parts... "Okay. I'll go with you. It can't hurt, can it?" he asked him, tipping his head to the side. Maybe this would get his mind off of Abe. He had seen her, curled up in bed with Cullen. How they spoke and smiled to each other. How they kissed... It was as if Cullen was sending an arrow through his chest every time he spoke to her. Maybe he could imagine that one of the women was Abe? No, that would be sick. "Lead the way. I don't know where it is, exactly." Castiel She was... apologizing to him? Castiel glanced at her, walking away from the helm. Why would Poppy apologize? Maybe she truly felt sad. "No problem. I don't need anything from you. I accept your apology, though." he smiled at her, and looked over the city of Rome. It was so beautiful, the winter sun casting long shadows on the world. He wondered what would happen if he would have been a normal towns person. Perhaps he would have stayed in France. Perhaps he would have found himself on the streets. There was no other life for him other than being a pirate... "Are you busy? Did the captain give you anything to do? I'm itching to get back on land. I love the ocean but sometimes my legs want to want in a field." he shrugged. "Cheesy, I know, but it's true. Do you miss land sometimes? You know, when we're at sea for months." Ceto Ceto had gone to the Creed with Theresa. She was her first mate and her most trusted crew member, which had earned her the position. It was quite ironic that they both had clashing personalities, and yet they were closer than two peas in a pod. Ceto stepped into the Brotherhood's headquarters, knowing she had no power here, just as Casio and Aelia had no power on the Sista Viska. The two were brought upstairs, and into Casio's room. "Aelia isn't here at the moment. She entrusted me with receiving and locking up the Apple." Casio said, his hands folded in front of his face. Beside him stood a woman, with multiple sachels over her shoulders that were filled with many books. She shifted uneasily as Ceto took out the Apple. She said nothing, however, as she handed it over to Casio. The man took it and placed it in a drawer where it was locked. "This is Ambra. I trust you remember her?" "Si, she was an apprentice when I left." she turned toward Ambra. "If you remember, my name is Ceto. Captain Ceto, when you get on the ship. And this is Theresa, my first mate." Ambra bowed toward Theresa shakily. "Nice to meet you." [sorry if this was a bit moddy.] Edited November 27, 2013 by TwilightMoonDragon Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 "Great." Roberts said as he spun on his heel. He rode the gangplank as it was pushed outwards and hopped off just before it clattered to the port. Not waiting for Garrett, he at least set a pace the boy could keep up with. He didn't have much coin on him and so he took a detour down a alley. Once at the other side he snatched a noble looking man and mugged him. Walking back out again, now laden with coin, he dusted his hands and made a b-line for the brothel. He wasn't an assassin and had no experience in pick-pocketing. When he stole, he stole big. So of course he mugged the man. But once he was at the door, he waited for Garret to catch up if he'd fallen behind then proceeded to enter. "This place, lad. This is a wonderful place." A girl came up to him and started flirting him up. "I'll be... Around." He said before disappearing into the small crowd of women he'd managed to attract. Must be a slow day because dried blood was plastered on his boots so he wasn't exactly in his best dress. "No. Haven't talked to Ceto in awhile." Heidi said. "I don't have any particular duties, remember. I'm just a seaman." She looked out at the city they docked at and shrugged, It was... Red. And it was. A lot. Nothing special, she thought. Colosseum was crumbling and so were all the 'impressive' structures. "No, I understand. It's not very often but I like having something solid under me every now and again." Not an innuendo. "Boats are shaky, you know? I've been on one that's sank. Barely got off. Captain was a fool but that's what I get for being naive and seventeen." Her record was sketchy. She had bad luck when selecting boats to join. That was why when the Creed opened one up she jumped on it. Besides, a returning assassin was more valuable than a sailor from some port. Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 Garrett Garrett walked after Roberts, suddenly becoming very itchy. He got like that when he was nervous, on top of biting his nails. Rome was a pretty place, he supposed. Warm, bright, and very interesting people. He lost sight of Roberts for a moment, and supposed that he should go back to the ship. However, he appeared once more and he was laden with coin. Probably pick pocketed someone. Sighing, he followed him to the brothel, and for once was captivated by the red lantern that swung lightly in the chilly breeze. Garrett paused, having second thoughts. Maybe he... shouldn't go. He had been saving up for something and he wasn't about to blow it off here... But as he turned to go back down the road, a hand clasped his shoulder and dragged him inside. The inside of the brothel was dense with clouds of sweet and mysterious smelling scents, and very dim. He sat down on a plush couch that smelled a lot like perfume and sweat. "Uh... Roberts?" he muttered, glancing around. There were other men here, men who touched women and laughed in other rooms. Garrett pulled at his collar, finding that he was beginning to sweat and his mouth became dry. Castiel Castiel glanced at Poppy. She was on a sinking ship? For a moment, he wondered why the ship sank. Heidi was always the mysterious woman. Pretty, but she had a dangerous air around her... "Perhaps you would like a proper walk around town? Kill a few guards? I guess I have to make it up to you." he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets and raising an inquiring eyebrow at her. Maybe she just didn't want to spend around him? He guessed that she just wanted to apologize. No one really wanted to spend time around him, though. He was strange, and he was extremely bipolar. He could be laughing with someone and then snap their neck in a second. He knew he was sick, and it scared everyone, even himself. He just couldn't help himself. Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 Mary "I'm gonna say it anyway, because I don't want you mad at me. I'm sorry. It was my fault." Like always. "I was mostly worried that you would be mad. I shouldn't really feel bad though, it was a great evening before… that happened. I still can't believe we ate that much food and didn't throw up." Mary smiled, thinking of the waiter's face as they ran away. Theresa "Are you certain that she can handle being on the boat? She looks like she could merely be trampled just because of inexperience." Theresa sized up Ambra, and didn't like what she saw. Weak, small, and shaking in fear. Theresa's cold blue eyes watched every action of Ambra's. "I suppose it is your judgement after all, Ceto," she tried not to think about how much moving her hand hurt. She would have to visit a doctor to make sure she hadn't broken it. [school.] Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 (edited) Stark Dietrich The fall had practically knocked him silly. As Stark slowly surveyed what was around him, he realized there was a beautiful girl next to him. Indeed, a very beautiful girl. More, she was wearing a gorgeous red dress. She wasn't common, not even a little bit. Slowly, bit by bit, he was regaining full use of his body. He felt her hand on his shoulder, he heard her breathing, he didn't smell her. Most commoners stank, and here was this woman, sticking out like a sore thumb in every way she possibly could. Stark's head thumped angrily, reminding him that he knew better than to jump around when he wasn't at his best. What was the girl doing out? Without a full guard? Didn't she know that the streets were no place for a noblewoman to strut alone? It was unsafe for anyone, but far more so for someone of obvious noble blood. "I-I'm fine. What about you? Why are you alone here," He paused. What was the proper way to address a noble? "M'lady." Bruna da Silva One man, two men, three men, four... That's how the day had been. No breaks. However, lucky for her, the clients today hadn't been particularly... full of stamina. Bruna had already cleaned up and was taking a bit of a break before she moved on. "Roberts is here, love," She heard someone say. Great. Bruna knew that man. She preferred to avoid him. He was just a bit too much for her tastes. She preferred new blood, those who had no clue what they were doing. They were kind, unlike the majority of the men. They didn't know yet that you didn't have to respect the women at the brothel. Bruna rolled her dark brown eyes and stood up from the cushion she'd been sitting on. It looked like she'd have to get right back to work. A spritz of perfume, straightening of clothing, and Bruna was back out on the floor. And there was Roberts. She slipped around the side of the building, giving him a wide berth. The other girls could take him, she wasn't keen on keeping his company. Not today. And then, like God had heard her thoughts, there was another man! Gorgeous strawberry blonde hair, tall, and muscular. To top it all off? A face that looked like it'd never seen a brothel before. He was tugging at his collar nervously, obviously he had no clue what to do. Bruna moved in fast, practically running to him. The others would get their chance. This one was her's. She stopped short near the man and put on a small smile as she approached him now, at a much slower pace. "Hey there, you speak Italian, queridinho?" The man didn't look like he'd react very well to the traditional come on. New blood rarely knew what to do when a woman approached them. "Ou talvez português, amor? Posso falar tanto." (Or maybe Portuguese, love? I can speak both.) Edited November 27, 2013 by Kokay Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 (edited) ((Yeah, I think Garrett is a brunet.)) "Sure." Heidi said. "I don't have much else to do." She hooked arms with him again and said, "Just keep your head, huh? I don't wanna have to break that pretty face of your's." It wasn't really a come on when she flirted openly with most men. Hell, even some women... "I don't know Rome well, so lead on. I've never been compelled to look around. I think I had a meal here once and that was it." Rome was nice. But she liked Munich better. Maybe that was because she liked cold weather. Mediterranean wasn't really her go-to destination and she was impartial if not intolerant to docking there. Edited November 27, 2013 by Dusset Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 Robb Oh, yes, the wound would fester if it opened again. For a moment, Robb wondered if he should stitch it shut so it wouldn't open. It could get infected and she could get sick. He tipped his head to the side as he thought, and then decided against it. The wound would not fester as long as Mary listened to what he said. "I'm pretty sure that I gained quite the few pounds from eating there. Crabs, lobster, wine! What more can a man ask from someone?" he made sure that the bandaging was secure before he pulled away. Yes, he remembered that the next day he had a huge headache and a stomachache. It was a good day. "Now, listen to me. You can't be moving around too much. Let the wound close and you'll be fine. Okay?" he said, crossing his arms and gazing at her. He knew Mary was a stubborn woman. He wouldn't be surprised if the wound opened again. Ceto "Ambra is not that weak. Okay. Maybe she is. But her experience with medicines and poultices will most definitely rub off on your to be surgeon." Casio explained, watching the two pirates. "Not only that, but she is very intelligent and can stand for herself." Ceto crossed her arms, glowering at the man that stood in front of her. Surely, if this woman was smart enough, she would be an asset. Though from her weapons that she saw on her, she could easily tell she was an archer. The black painted bow that rested on her back gave it away. Her eyes drifted down to the woman's hands. Her left ring finger was branded. A full assassin. Then she would be an asset... "We'll take her. When do you want her back?" Ceto asked, glancing at Theresa to see what she would say. Casio shrugged. "Whenever you're done with her. I don't mind." Casio said. "No one will miss her much. She doesn't have a family that will moan for her to come back." Velia Well at least the man was not dead. The fall was very bad, and she was expecting a few broken bones. However, the man seemed hardy, strong. He had a very well built frame, probably from working. Maybe he was a mercenary? Then, he began to speak. He said that he was fine, and asked what she was doing there. She immediately knew what he meant. The man was questioning her presence without a guard. She usually had a full guard following her around, but she had escaped from the current Templar guard. He was such a brutish thing. "I left my guard behind. Wanted to be alone for a little bit." she said, smiling a bit. Then, a firm, metal hand clasped on her wrist. "My lady! Why are you alone here?! I thought you were using the pot!" It was her guard, and he was not happpy. Velia frowned, attempting to pull herself out of his grip, but he already began to pull her away. Velia whimpered and allowed herself to be dragged away from Stark. He was a strange man... And she didn't even get his name. Garrett Well, he had to admit that the women were pretty. The colors of their dresses were also very pretty. They fabrics looked soft and smooth, and it did not seem to bother the women's creamy skin. Yet, the smell bothered him. Garrett was a very plain man. Very plain indeed. He liked women that didn't have make up on. He loved food that wasn't that heavily spiced. Well, some say that was because he was British, and he was raised in a plain lifestyle. Yet the colors and the sensual voices of the women mesmerized him. Perhaps... just once. He could die any day, and he wouldn't want to die without having a pretty woman first. Though... that was the devil speaking. He knew he wasn't supposed to make love out of lust. But a woman, dark skinned, dark eyed, dark haired, walked to him and asked if he spoke Italian. Garrett sniffed. "Yeah. I do. It's required of me on the ship. " he said, gazing up at her. He had to admit that she was pretty... Castiel Castiel grinned again as Poppy hooked arms with him. He liked it when she did that, it felt nice. Thankfully, they hadn't ruined their friendship. Or whatever they had. He walked down the gangplank and heaved a sigh. What could they do? Where could they go? Maybe they could go and get something to eat. No.. They could go to the market! They sold nice things there. "Want to go to the market? They have very nice things for sell there." he asked, walking slowly down the main road. Yes, he had been at the market many times. They even sold paintings there. And there was always jewelry. And art supplies as well. He wondered what the merchants would have for sale that day. Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 ((I think it's funny that both archers are Irish. But then again, we've pointed this out many times in G1.)) "Sure." Poppy said. "Last raid was pretty lucrative. Plus I snagged a little more from the chest I found back in the cave. Can't let the good captain just split up my find without getting a little more for myself..." She gave him a wry smile. She was the one who jumped in freezing waters. She deserved more than just a even share. "I need a new dress, actually. I doubt you think I'm one for such things, but the last nice one I had got snagged on a winch and tore at the waist. I imagine you would be the best choice to help me seek that out. You French are all about flair, right?" Some stereotypes were true enough. Besides, she wasn't in good standing with Theresa she thought. She'd be the best, actually, for this, but her response to her rescue had been stupid and selfish. Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 Stark Dietrich As soon as he got a response out of her, she was being taken away from him again. Of course she was being taken away, she was noble and she'd sneaked away from her guards. They were paid to keep her safe. No wonder the man was mad. Stark stood up carefully, noting where his body hurt and where it didn't. Of course he'd hit the ground hard, but he was pretty sure he'd made out alright. Heavy bruising of course, and maybe a broken rib now that he moved. His pale blue eyes found Velia's and he pursed his lips. "I... I'll see you around. Look for me, eh? If you see me, yell. I'm Stark." Only then did he give a good look at the guard. Templar. What had he gotten himself into? Ceto would want him to tail them, and so he would. If he could learn anything about the Templar plans, that would be good. If he could get the beautiful girl's name, that would be good too. Maybe the next time he was in Rome, he could call on her. Bruna da Silva Italian again. She had honestly been hoping for something different. Oh well. He was handsome, unlike the usual rabble. The man didn't seem to be too sure of himself, nor was he particularly good at conversation. That was just as well. The talkative ones were always the hardest to please. Besides, Bruna wasn't paid to talk, she was paid to please. And since she got the first word in, he was Bruna's. "Ah, a working man. On a ship, no less? You must be tired. Why don't you come with me, we can talk about what I can do to," She paused, smiling warmly at Garrett. "Ease your burden." Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 (edited) Castiel "A dress?" Castiel peered at Poppy, a frown on his face. She wanted a dress? And he thought that she hated them. Luckily, he knew a place where they sold beautiful dresses, since he always looked at them. There was a gorgeous sea green one that seemed to be selling well. Whoever designed it was making a lot of money. Snow white frills at the hems, opened up just a little at the legs. There were other pretty ones, of course, but that was his favorite. A man could look, no? "I know a place. Pardon, but I'm a little confused. I thought that you liked pants and shirts, not dresses." he laughed, walking at a brisker pace than before. Within minutes they were at the market, and Castiel wove through the crowd, continuing his brisk pace. "Here it is. I heard that the lady is very nice and you can try out any dress you'd like." he told her as he entered. The place was very small, but contained very beautiful dresses hung at the sides. [Pretend that Velia nodded, kay, KoKo? Or do you want him to follow now?] Garrett Garrett flinched at Bruna's words. Oh God, what had he gotten himself into? He knew what a brothel was, yet he was extremely shy with women. He could have just said no to Roberts, but then again, he couldn't afford anyone else disliking him on the ship. He already made Cullen dislike him, since they shared the most smoldering of glares. Maybe, just maybe... No! He would not. Maybe just talk to her... But he couldn't reject such a pretty face. "I... never pleasured a woman before. I haven't even..." his voice was drifting off, and he glanced away. His face was as red as a tomato. "I-I mean... I'm pretty sure that no one would... Ah... I'm sorry... It's hard to get out any words..." he coughed, choking on his saliva. Great, now he was making a fool of himself. Just great. He pounded a fist against his chest until he stopped coughing. "The point is, I'm not great with woman. Some may call me a cold fish. I was... Invited here, you see, and being a proper English gentleman, I could not turn down an invitation." he spared her a glance up at her. She was most definitely exotic. Probably from the east. Or maybe from the New World? Edited November 27, 2013 by TwilightMoonDragon Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 Bruna da Silva Oh dear. He was a talkative fellow. Bruna frowned internally, but kept her small suggestive smile on her face. He stuttered something about being a proper English gentleman. Of course, that explained his accent. Funny that she would pinpoint someone else's accent when her own was so heavy. Bruna waited patiently for him to stop talking. "Querido, it's not your job to pleasure me. It's my job to pleasure you." She took his hand lightly and pulled him towards a room. "Come with me and we can talk more. You don't need to worry about knowing what to do, amor. I will take care of that for you." God she hoped this fellow woild stop talking oncd they got to the room. Maybe he would be more comfortable if he could treat her as someone he already knew. "My name is Bruna da Silva. You can just call me Bruna, that is my first name." ((Apologies about any errors. On my phone)) Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 Garrett Garrett blinked when she took his hand. If Garrett could turn any redder, then he did. About two or three times as red. She began to pull him to a room, and he looked around wildly for Roberts, someone who would save him from this situation. Oh, he should have stayed on the ship. He should have simply talked to Abe, even if she didn't like him anymore. He could have practiced his free running, since he always failed to run fast. Garrett glanced back at Bruna, and then at the floor. His heart and mind were racing, and he was pretty sure that he was going to pass out. "... M'name's Garrett. Garrett Hemsworth. Uh... nice to meet you." his voice became very quiet, and soon he did not speak at all. All he could do was remain silent as his hands became sweatier and sweatier. He passed by some closed doors and gazed at them. Was someone in there? Or were two people in there? He set his jaw, gazing ahead. Okay. He could do this. He was a man, right? Men did this all the time. Right? Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 Mary "I can't help it if people keep asking for me to do things. 'Sides, if it did get infected it'll be fine. Been through worse." Mary adjusted her shirt, covering the bandages. She instantly felt better, being less exposed. "Maybe when we dock we could do something just as crazy, but maybe it won't end like last time. If we can avoid booze that is." Mary hoped that he would accept, she missed him. It was lonely without him, and she didn't want to admit that she was growing a bit attached. Theresa "I suppose we could figure out where to put her. No family though? A cute girl like you would have settled down outside of the Creed," she said. "I suppose that we all have our reasons. Ceto, we should head back now, Ambra needs to get acquainted with the ship before she can make any decisions." Theresa was thinking about where to out her when fighting. Crow's nest was taken, and archers needed to have the height advantage. Maybe she knew how to sword fight? [school.] Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 Stark Dietrich He thought about leaving. Surely Ceto would wonder where he was, and surely he would get to hear about how irresponsible he was. Stark knew better, he truly did. Stumbling blindly behind a pretty girl directly related to the Templars. This was a bad decision. But, he didn't have her name. He wouldn't be able to find her again unless he stumbled on her like this time. So, ribs aching, head pounding, and pride stinging, Stark launched himself up another building. This time, he kept low. He planned his jumps carefully, and found that he disliked the lack of intimacy in following from the rooftops. Stark descended to the streets and walked by Velia and her escort, whistling. Bruna da Silva She turned her head from him, catching the eyes of one of her sisters. She rolled her eyes. The other woman giggled and went about her business. They often would joke about the men that they were bedding. Sometimes, that was the only way to deal with the situation. Bruna had yet to meet a woman who actually enjoyed this job. You became like a piece of meat, just something to be used and thrown to the side. No one on the planet seemed to care about you, and that often wore you down. Bruna glanced back at Garrett as they reached the room. "Nice to meet you as well, Garrett," She pulled the doors shut behind them. "Now, amor, what can I do for you? You seem awfully nervous. There's really no good reason to be so nervous. I've done this a million times. And, since you're the one paying, you have complete control over what happens while we are here. So, querido, what do you want?" Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 Robb The man grinned. "That would be great. I would love to go and walk around for a while with you." Robb would love if he could spend the day with her. Mary was a fun person. Ceto Ceto nodded at Theresa and bid farewell to Casio. She turned on her heel and walked out of the Brotherhood. "That went great, didn't it?" she questioned. Velia Velia was led to her home, and locked into her room. Her father was going to be so angry... [Dinner.] Share this post Link to post
Posted November 27, 2013 ((Escaped from Minecraft! No rush to reply, TMD.)) "Can a woman not like both?" Poppy asked. "I grew up in dresses. I may have changed my life style and my surroundings but I cannot change my tastes." Even if they were pounded into me. She followed him to the tailor's shop, or dressmaker, or whatever this woman called herself. A bell jingled as they strolled into the charming little shop. She pulled her hood back and looked around. These were masterfully done and some of the prices astonished her. She set her eyes on a blue one, which was simple. Not many frills and only two layered, as opposed to those with four petticoats. "Miss?" She called. The old woman appeared and they chatted a moment. Poppy disappeared into the back and re-appeared ten minutes later. "Castiel? What do you think?" The velvet was an interesting feeling, a good one. She didn't exactly wear the fabric often. Share this post Link to post
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