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15Stars in the Sea (Open) - Page 2 Empty Re: Stars in the Sea (Open) on Sat Apr 23, 2016 2:26 pm

Idaru

Free Agents
Free Agents

Idaru
His eyes widened a little bit as the young man mentioned surgery. So he was better at his job than Idaru was, that much was for sure. The young man had only ever assisted his mother in surgeries, never actually taking the scalpel into his own hand. "I was only ever the assistant in surgeries, never had to take the knife into my own hand. Don't get me wrong, I would certainly try if the situation ever arises. I believe I could do it as well, but... Damn. You must be very good, and very diligent." He wasn't just kissing ass either, he was genuinely impressed at this. That was something he had yet to do, and truth be told he hoped he'd never have to.

Idaru looked around at let out a long, low whistle. "Well this place certainly picked up in business. I don't mean to keep you if this sort of atmosphere isn't your style." The free agent didn't really have a destination in mind, nor did he have an idea of where to go. He was kind of just hopping from island to island, place to place, hoping to find what it was that he had been looking for. Hell, other than a family, he didn't even know what he was looking for really.

"Regardless of if you choose to head out or stay for a little longer, it has certainly been a pleasure making your acquaintance, Marcel Law."

16Stars in the Sea (Open) - Page 2 Empty Re: Stars in the Sea (Open) on Sat Apr 23, 2016 3:04 pm

Bro

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Pirates

Bro
Law smirked at the comment. No mater the rank difference, the samurai values the compliment of other doctors very much. "One doesn't have to perform surgery to be a good doctor. Just by having this brief conversation with you, I can tell that you have what it takes to become a master at medicine." Marcel complimented with a small smile. "You are honestly the first doctor I've met in these Blues that I could sit down, and have a reasonable chat with."

The samurai turned around, facing the many people who just came in. A small sigh escaped his mouth at the sight. Sure it was nice to see all these friendly people around, laughing, and enjoying a good time, but a crowded area isn't in Marcel's taste. "Indeed it did. I suppose everyone had the same idea to come out." the red eyed pirate commented before snickering a little. "Yeah, this really isn't my cup of tea." Marcel stood up, stretching a little before digging into his pocket, taking out enough beli to not only cover his drink, but to cover his new friend's things as a token of respect.

Law then nodded at Indaru's last comment before saying, "Perhaps we'll meet again on the medical field. It's been a pleasure, Indaru Shuka." he said with another nod before walking of, maneuvering himself around the others politely until reaching the exit. This was certainly an enjoyable experience for Marcel. Not only meeting another doctor, but also making a new friend.

Now what's next? The day was still young, and fresh. Marcel began to walk towards the destination of his usual training spot with a confident smile on his face.

-Exit-

17Stars in the Sea (Open) - Page 2 Empty Re: Stars in the Sea (Open) on Mon Apr 25, 2016 3:21 pm

Blink Shortson

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Blink Shortson
Blink was not happy. Why was he not happy you ask? Well, that’s really simple; it was mostly because Blink could not seemingly catch a break. He had done some contracts with his crime buddy, the yungin’ lad Eldritch Delano, and gone to a bar as well. Of course, right now all that was, was simply work, you know? When he was starting out becoming a pirate he was hoping for something a bit more glamorous than simply “sneak around and kill a noble” or “run around to give your team mate an opening.” This was frustrating to him, and now he found himself on Crescent Island, which was a place inhabited by natives. The small angry dwarf decided that he might need a mini vacation, so he decided that he would take one here, among some relatively peaceful natives. Another good thing that there was, was that this place was luckily under low threat level risks from the marines, it wasn’t totally annulled or black listed of course, it was just the marines never really felt like paying close attention to this place. Mostly because this area had never really troubled them before, so why would it trouble them now? It was never known as a place that harbored pirates, or a place that criminals gathered, and never really bothered marines, so marines had no reason to oh, say, raid a bar while a perfectly almost honest dwarf was simply trying to steal some booze. Here though, he wouldn’t have to worry too much about that, because it was all okay right now, he was simply another man with nothing to hide. Well, at least, another man that went unnoticed by the rest of the population for today, because of his size of course, like, people are looking straight on, at eye level, not down to a 4 inch figure on the ground. It was quite the polar opposite for yours truly however, because of his unfortunate small size on the ground, the dwarf always found himself looking around at everything, examining even small details to see their relevance, sometimes glancing behind him. Luckily, since he was walking in some rather deep gutters that had luckily been washed our by rainwater the night before, none of the denizens had taken note of him so far, due to his relatively out of the way position, and his size, that was usually the case. Fortunately he didn’t have to find a small animal to ride, because people were unaccustomed to walking in the gutters, and much preferred walking on sidewalks and the middle of the street. So, he was free to walk in the gutters and not worry about his visual risk or racial hazard of getting stepped on. He wasn’t so cautious before, but now he was, for two main reasons.

One was that he had been doing some jobs that involved killing people, and while he made sure to do it as fast as possible, and was almost sure that nobody had seen his face (and no marine would be able to pick him out of a crowd besides the fact that he was a dwarf.) He was still aware of the fact that when you killed people, especially nobles, people wanted answers, people like marines, and law bringers. Luckily though no marine had anything on him that could definitively put him behinds any real bars, they could just treat him with suspicion, most likely because of his dwarfness, and the fact that he was an oppressed person because of his race and size. It totally disgusted him how oppressed he was, he was a proud dwarven man, yet if people looked at him all they would see was a tiny person, wrought with mystery and probably suspicion. Secondly, there was the fact that he had run into some trouble with marines before, in that psychotic bar with criminals, thinking that since it had large amounts of crime they would have good drinks to make up for it. This was an obvious mistake because of how the marines decided to bust the place up, and he ended up having to run away without getting in the least bit buzzed, well, maybe a TINY bit buzzed, but nothing to write home about really. With this he knew that marines were not afraid to target seemingly crime ridden areas, so if he wanted to avoid the law (like he did now because he was on vacation,) he would have to stay in the neighborly parts of town. It was one of the reasons that he chose this small settlement for his vacation after all, because of course he wanted to enjoy a nice bit of peace without having to worry about the law catching up to and hurting or jailing him. And this was just the place, as it was a great place to enjoy some peace and quiet (the peace and quiet being one of the reasons that the marines never really felt the need to put this place under any real heavy speculation, although they still kept it monitored, their finds had never really found anything noteworthy or suspicious.) Of course, all of this was really just an academic safety precaution, because after all, the marines really had no reason to suspect him or think that he was the criminal that committed some crimes. And even if he did, it wasn’t like he would have racked up a large bounty, something that only lesser marines would see fit to bother themselves with if they felt like bothering themselves at all.

Again, he felt the need to do something that he had started to do last time he found himself with a fountain of free time on his hands, go drinking again. He was beginning to feel the thirst coming onto him, and really just wanted to have a good time and relax, he didn’t come here to be overly paranoid. The marines didn’t even really care about him, anyways, if some marines DID try to take him in, then he wasn’t afraid of knocking a few heads together and letting himself loose, of course he was getting ahead of himself again, he just wanted to drink really, nothing special really.

He didn’t want to get involved with the Marine’s again (hard as that was here,) and he could not say that he relished the idea of walking into a bar of psychos again, so he decided that he would go for a small and quaint establishment, simply getting to a nice little area and having a nice little drink. This time he would go to one of the friendliest places there were in this town, a restaurant that served nice and regular customers, in a nice and regular place, in a nice and regular part of the small area, it was all nice and regular really. So, he continued his way through the gutters, making sure to not go too fast as to arouse suspicion or unwanted eyes, but still fast enough to get to his wanted for area in a reasonable amount of time.

In the distance, he saw the restaurant; it was more of a hut really. To describe it you would have say that it was a nice establishment; it looked very welcoming, very welcoming indeed. One of the things that added to its welcoming aura, was the fact that it didn’t have any real walls, just four sturdy wooden poles on the corner, that help up a thick brown canvas that guarded from sun and the occasional rainfall. In the center, there was a final pole, thicker than the one’s on the corner, that had some shelves carved into it. There was also a circular shelf around it, for bartenders and servers to stand behind, and make drinks and do the general serving things that bartenders were supposed to do. Of course, this was only the drink making area, the part where they cooked was actually out in the open sun, about ten meters to the left of the little hut for a restaurant. Out in the open, where they cooked and fried meats, vegetables, fruits, and prepared all manner of things. They decided that it was not a good area to subject people to fire hazards, especially not if they wanted to base their fine establishment under a fucking canvas that was liable to catch fire. One of YET ANOTHER things that added to the friendliness of the place, best part was it wasn’t even friendly in a suspicious way, it was just a non-threatening environment where people could sit down and just be relaxed.

Honestly though, in this area to the left of the restaurant they cooked all KINDS of meat here, they cooked dogs, cats, iguana’s, any types of foods they could get their hands on in here really, it was a pretty nice place, but newcomers beware, if you ordered a plate with some sort of meat on it, chances are you were eating Suzie’s missing cat. Nothing illegal about it, after all the laws about food were pretty lax around here, there were even some rumors about eating people, not killing them for it of course, but simply wandering across a dead body and finding hey, it’s a desert island right? Nothing wrong with providing yourself a bit of sustenance, especially if they aren’t going to need it anymore, at least that’s how a few people saw it. But the marines had not made any official motion on whether or not they were going to condone that sort of thing or not, they didn’t know what they wanted to do right now. On one hand, they wanted to keep locals appeased, and when really pressed to it, they didn’t find any major damning errors in the concept of not wasting supplies. But still, these people are really just kind of sick in a way right? And the marines really didn’t want to start a precedent of cannibalism, and especially did not want to find themselves under speculation for people who condone cannibalism; it really put the organization as a whole under estranged looks.

As for the rest of the restaurant hut place, around the center pole, and bartending area, to the right of the meat cooking area out in the open, the place was littered with wooden tables, filled with perfectly content people. It wasn’t one of the boisterous bars, where people loudly talked and laughed, but more the type of place that people had their nice little quiet conversations, that if you were at about the center, you would be free to look at, and probably listen to any conversation if you tuned in and listened well. To the right of the nice little hut area, was a small thicket of palm trees, nothing that you couldn’t see through, just added a nice little atmosphere to the place, giving the real “island” feel. Behind the small area was a nice and deep lake, which you could barely see the bottom of, and was a pretty nice area to be sure, again, tis large fountain of water that hugged past the thicket of palm trees, and the cooking area, almost exactly bordering the restaurant, maybe about 100 meters wide from the center (the center conveniently bordering the restaurant why it was probably made there in the first place, for the general aesthetic purposes that made it feel so homely), and 200 meters far from away from the bar. Someone could even fancy a nice little dip there if they felt like it, swimming and all that. Then of course there was the front entrance, which wasn’t really an entrance at all, but was really just two stone totem poles with small bowls carved into the tops of their heads, with flames in them, giving you the real full islander experience, and the whole native urban experience, it was the place considered the exit and entry point if only for the novelty, even if you could really enter at any point whatsoever and there was really nothing anyone else could do about it if only some disapproving a little for going against the flow. All in all, the designers of this restaurant had created to feel like a home, and an extension of ones self, so when entering the area, anybody could simply feel good about themselves, appearing friendly simply because of the nice area and sunny days, making more people want to come in because even from the outside (obviously) you can see “woah, look at all those friendly faces, maybe I should go in there and talk with the friendly people.”

Of course, the one that Blink was interested in was the right side of this area, because as he wanted to lay low, he felt like it would be a bit weird going to a perfectly normal establishment as a tiny dwarf, and suddenly being served as a regular person, expecting not to ruffle any feathers at all. That and to mention Blink did not especially like the idea of paying for drinks today, he had paid society enough, now it was time for him to take a little back. He was tired of entering a nice place and the place being busted apart, and he just wanted a nice drink. So yes, you could say that he planned on stealing so drinks and dashing, drinking and dashing so to speak.

So he decided to take the “road less travelled” as it were, and go through the side entrance, the right one to be specific, and see if he couldn’t find himself a nice little area where he could sit and relax a bit. So he took a nice curve around the restaurant, where he was out of eyesight of anyone in there, and could make his way through the makeshift palm tree forest, that was happily undisposed right now, as in it had nobody inside of it for Blink to be wary of. So he weaved himself from behind tree-to-tree, being relatively cautious, reassessing his situation with each tree and dash, getting closer and closer to his destination, the restaurant that these people seemed to like currently. As he got closer, he made sure that he was moving quickly, but still stealthily for his plan was to sneak in and get a drink, and sneak out, which wouldn’t be too hard considering his predisposed size, and natural speed. Finally, he was at the edge of the forest, thankfully there would be a very low chance of anyone seeing him throughout this journey, mostly because of the fact that these people were all wrapped up in the conversations, and really had no reason nor need of looking out to the palm trees, and even if they did, they would be far more attracted to the high leaves of the palm trees and the coconuts that really made for the scenery, and identified them as truly, “palm trees.” Not the boring old same old same old dirt. Of course, if against all odds someone DID look at him, and saw him for a tiny dwarf and made eye contact, he would probably go behind a tree again, and hope that they summed it up to a trick of a hallucination, and get back to more important things, like looks at the broad leaves, or talking with someone, or eating the shady slab of meat that was simply labeled “mystery meat,” on the menu, and would wait until the person had shifted their attention back to their mystery meat, and then resume with his process. He was of course doing all of this cloak and dagger business because of the fact that he was of course, not planning on  entering the bar to be a perfect model citizen, but was instead planning on saving (and earning as the saying goes,) a bit of beli. If of course, they were so inclined to leave the warm atmosphere of their conversation and the food place to go find a possible hallucination behind a tree (I mean, who really sees a tiny bald dude and thinks “oh wow, this seems like a totally logical thing I just saw, I better go check that out,” like seriously?)  And of course, seeing a small blitzing figure, one usually would not look out for a dwarf because of that, because dwarves were in no way a commonplace person to see, it was rare for someone to see one of them in entire lifetimes. Little was known about them of course, they were just your average everyday small person to the average person, their unknown battle prowess in no way common knowledge, mostly because the ones that got captured were the weakest dwarves, and nothing really to base a race off of. It would take someone like a historian to realize the true fighting potential of a dwarf, and even then it would be strange for him or her to leap to conclusions when seeing a blitzing figure, because they would know more than anyone the rarity of a dwarf running around.

If he reached the edge of the gathering of the palm trees undisturbed, near the very edge of the piece of wooden planked ground that paralleled the final edge of the brown canvas that overlooked the entire restaurant, shielding it with its warm embrace of protection from the sun and elements that descended exclusively from the sky down completely, no room for diagonal lines. Finally, he could proceed with the next phase of his plan of waltzing right on into the area. Now, you may be thinking that this isn’t the stealthiest action to perform, and how it was not a good plan at all actually, but in fact it was a perfectly sound plan when you took all of the facts into account. For example, there was the fact that these people were not looking at the ground for tiny dwarven men, but were in fact looking at each other, or their food, or the waiters to bring them food, and the staff definitely had their hands full. Not to mention that the bar was plenty crowded, with people all over the place, so a even a lazy eye wanders ocular nerves would find themselves looking at the pretty ladies, or the pretty men as their preference may be. So he was allowed to walk into the area undisturbed, and he started hugging the centerpiece, and he was walking to the right, so he was on the side that had a nice like for a nice view, and had a nice area to find him in. He made sure for his eyes to quickly dart from person to person, so if any of their eyes were looking down, he would see them, and from there he would not run away as a symbol of being a guilty man, but rather walk up and introduce himself, finding himself as a kinder man to them. Not running away like the guiltiest person you could be, but rather simply walking up as another friend. After all, while it may have been considered an oddity, it was hardly a crime to be a dwarf, in fact in might make him seem harmless, as most people didn’t know they dwarves had the same amount of the strength as humans, but when concentrated in their little bodies, they could apply it more effectively, not mention how very fucking fast they were, it was almost unreal. But all people really knew and saw was that these people had funny little bodies and tails, so probably were not a threat to them or anyone else. Still being cloak and dagger because if people knew he was here, that would put a damper on his whole “stealing some booze” effect.

To further cover up his disguise, he would see a well-placed wooden tavern mug on the ground right in his path, out of everyone’s way but his, not a tripping or spillage risked area, which nobody would really have any reason to notice or look at, standing at about 6 inches high, and 4 inches in diameter. He was able to knock it over his head; it was pretty simple, just knocking it over his head, sliding in one basically fluent motion. Even if someone happened to be looking his way (which was hard to consider when remembering the aforementioned other visual stimuli.) They would really only catch a glimpse of a mug flipping over all of a sudden, which was pretty fast, anyways while he put his new outfit on, he made sure to be keeping tabs on everyone, even if they were talking with someone, and their attentions were completely shifted to one person in  a conversation, just because this motion was a bit more risqué, if the risk was still relatively small. Quite literally almost becoming a piece of furniture, now, he would have to do something about sight, so he would press his finger against the mug, and put a few well placed scratches for him to easily see out of, so he could comfortably see the rest of the bar in piece, monitoring the situation, while the cup would just a little scratched up, and due to the lighting inside of the mug, it would look dark inside, so nobody could see him inside, for enough light to get inside, he would have to make a hole with about 1 inches in radius, and the person would have to be looking down and have good eyesight to boot. Luckily, judging from the ground of the floor, he would not have to worry about his mug being cleaned up, because the ground was covered in pieces of cutlery, mugs, and plates, it really added to the homey laid back feeling, another reason a mug on the ground wasn’t really an oddity. The pieces of eating utensils and eating tools were probably only cleaned up at the very end of the day, when the crowd had cleared out, which it was definitely nowhere near doing. It was here that he could relax and be himself, just so that he could formulate a plan for getting behind a bar. Sure, there was a small gateway that led to the area behind the counter, but that usually had a steady supply of waiters walking in and out and in and out, and that could prove to be rather unpleasant to deal with the time of that whole situation, so he wanted to do something simple, something relaxing, something he could just have fun with on his mini vacation. Of course, if there was a stipulation in his area, and someone saw him, he would of course most likely take the cup off, and crack a joke or something, if everything was regular of course, if something else was going on, then he would have to choose a different course of actions.

Then he saw it, or rather him, the samurai that he observed before in the bar, well, he had sort of thought that he had recognized him a bit before because that tale of the bar was still sadly fresh in his mind, but he had not really gone through the thought processes required to totally connect him, unless he had done something to really gain his attention, he would just regard him as much as he would another person. The samurai, on top of everything else, was also just another guy, if Blink was on the counter behind him, he could probably just barely hear their conversation when tuning completely in from the distance that he was in, but since he was inside of a mug right now, it would be a bit more difficult, at least he was basically out of their way, no different than any other piece of scrap on the ground. The fateful bar that was sadly outclassed by some marines who seemed to think that simply BEING a murderer and wanting a few drinks was a crime. Like, everyone knew that it was the murder that was a crime, there was nothing really wrong with being a murderer, and besides, one doesn’t just invade a bar, crime center or no, like, come on, that had to break a bro code of some sort. Right? Well, apparently not, because the marine seemed to take no problems with simply breaking up an otherwise lovely drinking party. Marines just had no sense of common decency, even the ones that were not corrupt, and those were hard to find.

AND CAN WE JUST GET BACK ON THIS? Like, come on man, there are more corrupt marines than there are actual bad pirates. You don’t see that many pirates going around simply murdering children, but you see so many corrupt marines doing so much corrupt shit, yet you see pirates making friends with the locals and the wildlife, and make the marines look like they should be the pirates, and the pirates should be the official good guys. I mean, come fucking on, am I the only one who sees a problem with this? The pirates do the same stuff they would do as marines, except for the fact that they’re pretending to be bad guys while doing it, while the marines are pretending to be good guys and suddenly doing bad shit. Why does nobody just decide to be bad so they can do bad shit, like, you can kind of understand it for the marines, they get special privileges, but the pirates do all of these good deeds, and get bounties for it for no real reason? Why has the mass public not called out and gone “Hey, we want the pirates ruling us now, not the corrupt marines.” I know there must be propaganda involved, but god damn it is propaganda really that strong? Strong enough to cover up even blatant corruption that I’m pretty sure the marines don’t try to hide, and the good deeds that pirates do on a daily basis? BUT WHATEVER, BACK TO THE TOPIC I GUESS.

Anyways, he saw the sword wielder; the one he had seen in a bar before, what was memorable about this man was that he FUCKING STABBED another man. To death as well, in front of his crying gang mates, and then scared them away as they cried for the loss of their friend. It seemed that the sword wielder was drinking a glass of water. Quickly, Blink scanned the floors, in case he had missed someone getting stabbed, hard as that may be. Because last time he saw the sword wielder (which was admittedly one time, but still killing someone is kind of a big deal, and drinking water afterwards is kind of stone cold, and seems sort of like a habit honestly,) he killed a man and drank a cup of water like nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired. He decided that he should definitely stay in his little mug for now, lying low, he could also listen into the conversation; maybe see what the situation was with this sword wielder. Unfortunately, due to his impromptu style right now, it was but hard to hear their conversation. So he could only really make out a few keywords that the two men were talking about, through a combo of lip reading and making out vague sounds. One thing that he heard was the word “doctor” coming out a lot, were they both in need of a doctors aid? Or were they both two of your everyday psycho killers talking about how many men wished there was a doctor nearby, since they were going to bleed out otherwise. Luckily, the sword wielder had most likely not noticed him yet, because neither of the two of them would most likely look his way, because of the fact that they were both enraptured in their conversation, and were relaxed, not suspiciously looking at a mug on the floor. Of course, if certain events transpired, which made them feel the need to put up their guards all of a sudden, and target mugs, or their eyesight collectively or individually went to him, he would remove his mug and play it off carefully, choosing his words and actions carefully, not caring to make himself seem suspicious (although he admitted that would be pretty fucking hard when it came to acting unsuspicious when he had just spent his time in a wooden mug.) He wouldn’t only focus on them of course, making sure that he kept slight tabs on other people in the bar, but for the most part his audio sensors were tuned to the, even if they proved to be slightly ineffective in the current state he was in.

Of course, he was not sure what to make of the white haired scar-faced dude, who looked like some sort of bondevil villain just because of his white hair and scar, but he hadn’t seen him do anything shady yet, he might just be a regular person. Then again, he WAS talking to this psycho, so what was up with him? The two men continued talking about doctors, and seemingly mothers. Slowly he got more accustomed to reading their lips, it seemed that possibly… They may have been talking about being doctors? That was certainly more of an enigma, what was the samurai’s play? That was certainly a strange thought, as if he was a sort of person who saved people, certainly going against the person that he was. Or least, the type of person that the dwarf had thought he was. It did not make sense, why would a doctor kill someone with little care for human life? It did not make sense, unless he was an especially shit doctor, or the doctor was just a cover up for murder, or way to discover the vital areas of the human body. The other man on the other hand, could simply be an innocent in the line of duty. If duty was drinking at a homey feeling bar, however, Blink wasn’t willing to simply amiss this man in every way shape or form simply because he MIGHT be nice, when in fact his face looked like something straight out of a children’s story book (and he wasn’t the one playing the kind hero.) For all he knew, it might be an actual rule that you could only get scars on your face like that if you had a pension for making world dominating plans involving den den mushi overloads, and robbing every bank.

Finally, the doctor killer or whatever started taking a bit of displeasure in his area, seemingly scanning the area, and deciding to leave, Blink was not sure why though, why would the doctor wish to leave a place with so many friendly people? And that felt like such a homey place? Did it bring up memories of the homes that he has probably wrecked with his reckless abandon of murder? Maybe Blink could give him a break though, he wasn’t exactly a saint, he had killed before, from simple anger that he felt no need to cover up and control, or for jobs, but killing someone for no reason at all as a first course of action? Stone cold. As it so happened, our little dwarf was a bit angry at his anger and current confusion, so he decided to clear it up in a relatively free manner. He was reasonably confident in his ability to be able to catch the man off guard, seeing as the rest of the population usually thought that they (the dwarves) were a harmless people, unless they had spent some sort of time studying them like a historian. And he was in a SLIGHTLY generous mood, so he might as well also give the man a warning. Slowly, after giving the samurai plenty of time for a timely exit, taking much care he would lift the mug off of his head, and saddle to the now dining alone man with a scar on his face, the one that was known to many but the dwarf as Idaru, if the man looked his way he would make eye contact, and possibly change his recourse depending on whether or not the man had done anything else than simply make a blank faced eye contact. But still, this was a tad unlikely still, because he was still a tiny dwarf. When he got to the man, position how he was for the previous duration since he had gotten into this humble establishment, he would hoist himself onto the chair, and then onto the table, most likely gaining his attention by this point.

“Laddie? Do ye ‘ave anee’ idea on whetha’ er naught ye ‘ave just been a possible victim ta? What ‘as just transpired? Did me own ayes deceive meh? Or did sam real gobshite just go down’? I need ta’ know, fer me own safteh as well as yers.” He would ask, his accent thickly masked with the consequences of a lifetime of living among dwarves. If the man reacted with overly large amounts of surprise or other negative emotions (or even overly positive ones) during his speech, or interrupted him, Blink would take these factors into account in the choosing of his actions. He knew that his size could be off putting for many. Even when walking up to the man, and climbing up his chair, he would make sure to keep focused on the man, because he couldn’t just expect a human to simply think “Woah, you must be a completely regular person, and you’re a dwarf, so I will totally be calm about this and have a logical thought presence knowing of you as a dwarf.” But he would still think of himself, and right now his anger towards his own lack of information. Now standing next to the man’s now half full mug, he would meet his eyes, with a questioning but still firm gaze. He hoped that the man was not actually a psycho, and was in fact just your everyday other man, because if he made a grab for him, that would have to be met with a well timed sidestep and strong swat, but he really hoped this was just your everyday doctor.

Of course, this hope would not create a false sense of hope for him, as he was still waiting for the man to speak, if the man “’ad anee’ idea on whetha’ er naught e ‘ad just bin a possible victim ta,” well, then a very new recourse of action might need to be taken. Whether it was his much loved stress reliever, or simply a quick exit due to his wish for a relaxation couple of days. However, he was here to gather a bit of info, and he wouldn’t give up on that so easy that he could be mistaken for a bendy strong with the way he changed his direction so quickly.


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18Stars in the Sea (Open) - Page 2 Empty Re: Stars in the Sea (Open) on Mon Apr 25, 2016 5:10 pm

Idaru

Free Agents
Free Agents

Idaru
As Marcel stood and chose to exit the establishment, Idaru watched as the samurai made his exit. To be honest, even with that conversation he wasn't entirely sure of what to think of the man. Sure, he seemed polite enough and acted genuine in his inquisitions, but that wasn't necessarily reason to trust someone. Due to the nature of Idaru's upbringing, he wasn't entirely use to people who were so reserved. Going by the stories that his father had told him, those who were extremely reserved often times had something to hide. While he had absolutely no proof to go on, it still felt odd.

Regardless of that, it had been nice to meet someone other than the natives of this tiny island. It was a rare experience that he found himself coming across other people who seemed to travel. As Marcel reached a couple of meters away from him, Idaru would turn and sip at his water again. All was quiet again. Well, in his personal life it was quiet. With Marcel gone, there was now no one attempting to make idle chitchat with him. The bar itself had blown up with activity, though, with plenty of people having filed in and paired off at tables, forming small parties or simply joining up with people they knew from the island. This place truly had a vibrant, happy atmosphere about it. Allowing himself to zone out momentarily, staring into his glass of water while the noise around him continued to grow, he found a moment of peace within the hectic environment.

“Laddie? Do ye ‘ave anee’ idea on whetha’ er naught ye ‘ave just been a possible victim ta? What ‘as just transpired? Did me own ayes deceive meh? Or did sam real gobshite just go down’? I need ta’ know, fer me own safteh as well as yers.”

Idaru was suddenly yanked from his daze by the words that came from way too close for him to have not noticed their origin. Turning towards the sound, Idaru quickly began to speak."I'm sorry, can you rep-" Locking eyes with the dwarf, the free agents voice stopped abruptly. Face remaining unchanging for a brief moment while he speculated on what this was, he realized that there was no explanation for this. The bartender himself had begun looking at the dwarf as well, though his look was more shock than Idaru's. The doctors eyes were much more filled with curiosity. After all, as a man who had only just recently left his home for the first time in his life, this vast open world held a plethora of unknowns to him. How could he decide if this was truly uncommon?

"I'm sorry, I was kind of lost in my own world there. I didn't hear what you said, could you please repeat it?" Idaru desperately wanted to understand what the deal with this man was, but he didn't want to press for details on that subject until he dealt with the one at hand. Whatever the tiny person had said, he was completely oblivious. He wanted to understand what was said before he continued forward with any of his own inquiries. However, mere moments after Idaru had spoke up (and regardless of if the dwarf man had begun answering), a patron who was also on the bar, though a couple seats down, commented on the tiny man.

"Oi, ain't that be a dwarf?"

Regardless of the reaction of the tiny man, Idaru noticed and threw a glance at the man. The scarred face man had never heard of a "Dwarf" before, not even in the stories from his father. He could only assume it was the description for this tiny man, or his people if there were more.

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Blink Shortson

Pirates
Pirates

Blink Shortson
When he walked up to the table, did Blink have doubts about his course of action, and himself? For sure he did, he was risking his well being on a ploy to gather information, what person in their right mind would do such a thing? Right? Like, this man right here had some sort of relationship with this samurai bloke, so why did he have to risk himself like this? Now that he was here and on the table, he got a quick look of his surroundings, his main attention focused on old scar-face who seemed curious, the nature of curiosity yet to be revealed. But he eyes flickered around them room, his head tilting from the casual side to side, now that he was on top of a table, things were a bit easier for him to see now. For one, people seemed to be looking his way, that was to be expected due to his size, now, all eyes are on him, as it seemed to the middle aged dwarf. Ugh, he was kind of fucking done with all of this attention you know? Sure, he was a couple hundred centimeters smaller than your average human midget, but really? Why did he have to fight these people? At least in the ocular sense of the word, he supposed that the main reason that he was being observed was mostly because of his rarity, if not for his size, if dwarves were more commonplace, he was sure that he would be not speculated on as much as he was now. Still though, he can’t say that he relished the attention that he was getting from most of the bar, not to say that EVERY eye was on him, and from his browse around the room, there didn’t seem to be any malicious intent In anyone’s faces directed at him, and indeed right now in this bar nobody could really say that they wanted to bring harm to him. Unless the man in front of him was a wildcard and started to change his demeanor considerably, (psycho’s do that you know, one second they’re your best friend, and the next they’ve killed you for shits and giggles.) Blink had to say though, there was a tad bit of enjoyment on his side for the time that the man shifted his attention to the dwarf, replying in a casual tone, and then stopping short in surprise.

As for the rest of the people in the bar that Blink had observed, they seemed to be going about their regular lives, while some of them had now a new fountain of interest that went beyond simple leaves and people and lakes, he really had no need of this attention, but besides that, he still had a job and a duty to perform to himself, figure out just what in the fucking fuck of fuck-sakes was going on, and he intended to perform this duty to its maximum potential. Anyways, back to the area of the bar, it seemed that none of the tables really had any candles (for obvious reasons, considering the giant brown canvas on top of the tent.) But fortunately this didn’t really matter because it was about brunch time, no seriously, it was too late for breakfast right now, but too early for lunch, making it a brunch time, that was probably why most people came here, the restaurant was well known for its special on dog for brunches. Why many people were here. Being brunch time of course, it had a ton of natural lighting, and would remain that way for another nine and a half hours or so before they had to create another outside source of lighting like lamps around the canvas to avoid catching fire, but of course this was a very long ways away, and nobody here right now would likely have to see it because they would leave soon enough. The patrons of the bar would likely one by one lose their interest, and go back to sitting on their relatively high stools and high tables, as a dwarf is really only entertaining as long as it retains its level of mysticism as most dwarves have sometimes tried to do, because they view their temporary popularity as a gift, and try to keep it as long as possible, it becoming a crutch for them, but this dwarf, for one, most definitely was not one of the mystic sorts, as he would soon probably reveal in the rest of his dialogue later down the line. In his peripherals he acknowledged the plate, to his left, with the crumbs of the previous meal. He wondered how good the mystery meat was here, as that was what they were serving here was, the man probably got a very good price on it, considering its contents. Anyways, probable bleached blonde (like, seriously that hair color is in no way shape or form natural, come on over here had requested that this dwarf repeat himself, explaining himself as being in a different world.

For one, that didn’t make any fucking sense to Blink. How could he be on a different world? He was right fucking here the whole time, Blink saw it, the rest of the bar saw it, the Stabby McStabberson saw it, so that left Blink with only a couple of actions on what to think. Either he was a huge idiot, who didn’t know the difference between not paying attention to someone or something, and fucking space travel, he was a blatant liar who had been surrounded by idiots his entire life and now thought he could just fool everyone into thinking he was a space traveller with no actual basis, he REALLY fucking fast, and was able to space travel to a planet that he owned, and travel right the fuck back before anyone could notice him (which was improbable due to how when you own a planet and when you travel there usually you wish to stay there and chill out on your planet, not rush there and come back.) Also, even if he was the fastest man alive and was able to get to his planet, he was still an idiot. Mostly because why would he spend so little time on his own planet? Secondly, how would he get lost on his own planet? If it were really his planet then it would be kind of hard to realize a new kind of a place on it, and get completely lost on it. And thirdly, and this was really the deal breaker, how can you get lost on your own planet so fast? It was really hard to consider when you thought about it. Of course, all of these revelations came and gone extremely quickly, with Blink dismissing them, he supposed that it was more conceivable that the human was doing something known to the humans as a “metaphor,” but he still did not really get why that would be. It was a disgusting practice in his opinion, he much preferred it with dwarves, sure, they were all pansies who liked to keep their negative emotions locked away instead of embracing them as part of who you were, but when they said something, they were straightforward with it, not weaving these little fucking girlish poems with their little fucking girlish words, it was entirely possible that they were hiding something or lying, but at least you could make out what they were saying easily enough. The man that Blink might someday know by the name Idaru might notice his displeasure, but since Blink had a permanent scowl that made him perfect for playing poker, having no tells at all except for the look for white hot anger, the agent would have no way of knowing whether or not Blink was angry, or whether this was just a way that dwarves look. Of course it would be completely logical for him to think it was the former, as Blink was in fact, very fucking angry, as he always was, he didn’t really have any other go to emotions, anger was really the only emotion he had left in him, well, not the ONLY emotion he had left, but his anger had kind of beaten his other emotions into submission, so even his calmness had to have a bit of anger in it, and had to be ruled by his anger. And not to mention that when someone had an angry look on his or her face, it was a good idea to assume they were angry.

Luckily for out little but mature dwarf, he was able to think through these thoughts that he had about the whole “own little world” thing fast enough, when compared to the man’s calm talking that was not too rushed or fast, he was able to tune in at around “n’t hear what you said, could you please repeat it?” So he could easily make the assumption on how “n’t” equaled the second half of the word that he missed for “didn’t.” He was about to make his response, although it was a bit hard for him to start formulating a response amidst his ever-growing anger, due to the attention that he did not want nor like, and had to now be a bit more careful thanks to how he decided that he needed to expose himself, but was still seemingly fucking getting for some reason. Now he had to be on guard against these people as well, since their attention was on him, at for a few of them, so he needed to be sure that he did not attract any more unwanted attention, unfortunately getting them looking at him, luckily though. He wondered why he put himself in this position, just putting himself out here in the open, with unwanted eyes on him (even if they really did not mean to do any harm, it never didn’t pay to be extra cautious,) well, he didn’t really wonder, he just asked the question so he could quickly answer mentally. The answer being of course, he saw the psycho guy once, and now twice, so he wanted to know where he would stand a third time if such an instance came, and he was more likely putting himself in a more dangerous position if he did not know what was going on later, as opposed to now, when the situation was under a heavier guard and ability to be monitored, some variables at least being the slightest bit under his control. There was also the fact that he wanted to know where he was in respects to this guy, he wished to know fully on whether or not he had another possible person to be wary of right now. Coupled with the fact that this guy might have his own planet that he visits for a few nano seconds and BOOM, gets lost like a total idiot. Of course, while he started to create his response to the man within his sputtering, his time scanning the area once again and his self questioning made a gap for him to be interrupted by a man a few tables over, calling out him for being a dwarf.

Oh yes, very fucking well done. He just called out the fact that he was a dwarf, cause everyone needed that questioned answered in the bar. It wasn’t like LITERALLY EVERYONE was thinking the same thing in this bar, or was there a tiny race of tailed creatures that everyone was confusing him with? This also made Blink very much more angry. Like, what level of idiocy do you have to have when you think you’re contributing to a conversation saying something that everyone knows? Blink really wanted to forget this whole thing about discovering who and what these two men were and what they were up to, just so he could walk up to the other man at the table for now, and beat the living tar out of him so he didn’t do stupid shit like think he was contributing to a book reading club by saying something stupid like “hey guys, did you know that Dumbledore dies and it’s sad?” And think that he’s an active member of the book club circle. Still, he exposed his presence for this, and quite possibly left behind his chances at getting a free drink (although he could possibly now cash in his mystic dwarf card for a little bit of booze.) So instead he just decided to give the man a little offhand remark to settle the mood back a little bit. So, almost instantly after the man had spoken, and while his words were still just beginning to make a mark on the minds of people (not a big one because people usually knew about who Blink was.) Mimicking the man’s tone as best as he could when you considered his accent he replied with a simple remark of.

“Oi, ain’t that be a faggot? I can smell the idiocy and faggotry in the air from ‘ere.” While never missing a beat in speaking, and keeping his demeanor and actions up with his guard still active and up, evening when he was calling out someone at a bar. This was met from a general laughter from within the bar, especially on the man’s friends part, because although Blink had no way of knowing this, but the man was actually teased by his friend group on account of his rather unknown affection for the symbols on the phallic side, and not just the symbols, he could find himself at night having strange thoughts towards men that he had not known about. In part, Blink had just destroyed this man’s life, now no woman would ever really seriously consider him, and he had just been publicly emasculated and eviscerated by someone smaller than his hand. But in another part, Blink had begun a new life, because while he had totally destroyed the man verbally with this remark, much akin to a roast (the islanders here had extremely low standards on what a roast really was,) this would allow him to put all of this behind him, and start a new life in respects, and be able to become a new man, and discover who he truly was, and his true love for the dick, without being bound by societies rules, and turning a new page because of his newly awakened self, all thanks to a comment made by a dwarf in the bar one time. So, finally, the Shortson was able to turn his attention sort of back to the man who all he knew about him was that he was sort of affiliated with the guy that he saw do some shady shit in that bar one time. His words did ring a bit true though, even to himself, he truly did smell the faggotry in the air coming from the man who had called him out as a dwarf back long ago (a couple of seconds) when there was a small level of shock to the crowd, which was slowly fading thanks to the way that Blink had dealt with this man, they expected someone a bit more like a fairy tale, not like…. Whatever Blink was. It was kind of that know it all, the person who even when they don’t know it all, they feel the need to let everyone know what they know, and know that they know it all, because what are they if not someone who knows it all? It smelled like malnourished knowledge that was more desperate than anything, wanting for a purpose, and acknowledgement, taking sympathy as a crutch. One of the worst types of faggotry you can find in the air really. Of course, knowing his words and statements may ruffle the feathers of those around him, he made sure to keep tabs, ready to strike back if someone lashed out at him, with something like a jump at the throat.

So here we air. Are you enjoying yourself right now reading? Because if not turn back now, because it doesn’t get any better, just downhill from here. Like, you think describing the air quality in regards to the style of faggotry in the air is bad? Or a man finally being able to let it go and embrace his true sexual preferences and starting a new life because of what someone called him? A cakewalk to what there is left my dear reader, for we aren’t even halfway through this post. If you have truly decided on continue reading, god speed, I hope you make it out undamaged.

Now, this was looking to be a worse and worse day for Blink. First, he wants to go on vacation, goes through the effort of making sure that he can get through the bar unseen, which he does successfully. Then, unfortunately for him, he sees someone that he needs to get more information on, well not needs, but he should probably learn more about him, it would be beneficial towards him at least. As the saying goes, “know thy enemy” (or in the dwarves case “know ye enemah.”) To be fair, he was not sure about the sword wielder from before was his enemy, but he still had no real recourse of anything else to believe, and someone that so casually killed a random person without even thinking about it was, chances are, definitely not your friend. So it paid to be able to stand on guard when it came to him. Then, in pursuit of knowledge for this guy, hoping for a payoff, it seemed that revealing his presence was a bit more surprising than he had counted for, and that in fact the rest of the population of the bar had now focused on him, at least slightly, but still, he did not say that he totally liked all of this unwanted attention (I mean, obviously, that is why it was called unwanted attention.) AND WHY THE FUCK CAN’T I FIND A GOOD PLACE TO STREAM GAME OF THRONES? (Sorry, had to let that out.) Now, he was dealing with this man, who was a blatant liar most likely, because for some reason, maybe the inquisitive gaze, he didn’t seem like he was a stupid person.

Then again, there was the scar on this man’s face, which kind of marred his appearance, Blink had observed it earlier in his little mug, as well as when he took in his face from a closer distance, he never focused on it completely, as his eyes were usually darting around, looking at around him, always coming back to the man, and he noticed the scar as more an attribute to the man’s face, not a thing on its own, kind of like how you don’t notice the color of someone’s hair, but you notice that they have brown hair along with their face subconsciously. As for the scar, the reason that it attributed the man may be lacking in the intelligence department, is how the fuck do you get your face marked like that? Like, it’s not hard to not get your face fucked up, come on man. You literally have one job, well, technically each person has about 48 jobs, but one of the most important is to not get yourself fucked up. In all of the nicknamed Big John’s years, he had never had his face marked once, what does that tell you? Two things, one that he fought really fucking dirty and stayed at the back at the start of his pirates career, but also that he didn’t get his face fucked, which said something right? His face was as smooth as a baby’s ass, never once seriously touched by an enemy’s blade. Still, the dwarf would quickly concede that a scar did not make you foolish, for all he knew the man didn’t get his scar in a violent manner, could have been done by some sort of baby face cutter upper who got his kicks from slicing up little baby faces. Or the man was a super idiot, and he got it somehow from a bad cooking accident involving two knives that were two blunt for even cutting butter, and some garlic, and that was how his face got marked. Still, in Blink’s humble experience, idiots were rarely curious about the rest of the world, or anything they did not understand, if the man in front of him were an idiot, likely his response towards Blink’s dwarven nature would be suspicion or anger or even violent actions, instead of curiosity.

Then again, the man WAS in acquaintance with the sword wielder from before, and had truly not seen anything suspicious about this sword wielder, like Blink so obviously did, he could be more to the idiot’s spectrum, and have more of a trusting nature. Then again, Blink had not written off the fact that he could be in cahoots with this psycho, and might very well be a psycho himself. For one, Blink had seen the sword wielder take a glass of water on not only one occasion, but TWO separate occasion’s, you can’t seriously tell me that isn’t a bit telling to you, or at least, a bit of the wielders person tell. And here the man was right now, drinking a glass of water, this could be a coincidence, or a symbol of the bond of these two sword wielders. That might be bridging on a conspiracy theory though, and Blink did not know if he wished to be known as one of those tinfoil hat wearers though. He was a proud and sane dwarf, not a conspiracy theorist! So for now he would give him a possible benefit as someone who at least possessed an adequate intelligence, even if he thought he owned his planet, somehow got his face fucked, and did not know how to speak, judging from his inability to recognize what Blink said.

Fortunately though, he was ready for his reply to the man, as all of these revelations had happened both while the crowd was settling, and while he was replying to the faggotry of the man that had deemed to tell everyone that Jesus died at the end of the bible like he was actually bringing news. So he spoke to the man, this time meeting him with his trademark-scowled gaze into the eyes, the eyes about over a foot away from his own body, position, elbow’s on the table, leaning forwards a bit, inquisitive about Blink’s dwarven nature. Well, he was about to figure out a little bit about whom and what Blink truly was.

“Ahr ye FOOKIN DAFT LADDIE? AH AHM TRYNNA SAVE YE S’WELL AS MESELF! CANNAE YOU NAUGHT UNDERSTAND! TELL MEH EVERYTHANG YE KNOW ABOUT THE PTHYCHO’ YOU ‘AVE JUTHT ‘AD A LOVELY CHAT WIF!” As his anger grew, his articulation lowered, as there was more spit than vocals coming out of his mouth. To further make sure the man did not attempt to space travel, at the beginning of his speech, he made sure to push over the beverage that the man had enjoyed with his right arm, which was closest to the object in question, in the direction in which it would spill all over this doctor, at least, this was what Blink had meant to happen, which it would do if being allowed to meet its destination. Of course, just because anger had overtaken his speech, that did not mean that it had overtaken his common sense, he still made sure to keep tabs on his surroundings, taking all into account. If someone had decided to interrupt his actions, he would strike out against the delivery system that had tried to silence him, like the hand that stopped and tried to muzzle him and his intent, when reasonable to go against, or the vocals that had tried to overtake him, most likely both if they were seriously annoying or idiots, same if someone came within an area less than a bit over five meters all of a sudden with the same intents and bothering’s, then he would be forced to lash out against them. If it was too hard, he could just go against the body that opposed in the same manner, going against whatever that was most convenient, something that he could easily rely to help him, like the vocals of what gave his so much trauma and inwards anger. The same went for whenever his guard was up really, and he was performing really any of his actions afore or after mentioned, if these stipulations were met, in that case his actions would have to be forthwith.

Now, back to the man, he was hopeful that the man would not lash out at him for anything he did, but if he did, he had his guard up to prepare for any such actions. He almost hoped for the need to use this guard upped, and react to what was thrown at him, because he was starting to not only become, angry at the rest of the marines who broke his fun, the psycho’s that made him forced to go on his own guard on vacations, and the idiots like the one a few tables down who though he was helping the bar by pointing out the fact that Blink was a dwarf.

Chances are, if his defences needed to be activated, depending on the severity of how hard they were activated, and how hard they needed to be activated, and then he may just leave the scene, through the exit to his left, over the lake, that is. And yes, I do mean over, because of how fast he was, and his size, he could very speed right over the surface of the water. As you hopefully know for the sake of this discussion, the speed required to run on water is about as fast as three times the speed of the fastest man in the world. Fortunately, that was considering the size of someone. So Blink would not have to run that fast, although running three times faster than fastest man in the world was very well possible for Blink thanks to not only his dwarven speed, but also the fact that he had a penchant for using his speed to its fullest potential. While he knew that it was a bad idea to use your speed as a crutch, and rely on it overly, he also knew that it would be foolish not to use it to his fullest potential. This would carry over to his self-imposed restraining order; it was helpful for him use his speed in every situation he found himself in, while it might be considered cheating and not fair because of race, he found himself not really caring after a while, or it would be unfair to him to not use his abilities to benefit himself after all. Even to in this situation, and everything that he had prepared for and all of his trenches that he had dug for himself, he would always perform his actions with enough speed for him to complete them, which would be easy enough to do, because of how they were a strong and powerful race, dwarves at least, and they could perform very well when it came to that area of and circumstances of needing to use speed to perform their tasks at hand. Still, he knew that this was not the only way, and that speed needed to be coupled with thinking well, and speed was most definitely not the only thing he had and needed and force he needed, he also had strength to fight on, and not to mention his dwarven ability of damage. While other fighters with all of their strength, and a human size used their fists for bludgeoning instruments, his small dwarven size along with his basic strength made his actions far more akin to piercing than they did to bludgeoning. For example, while another fighter of his strength would smash through would, he would instead drill right through the wood. Now well this could sometimes prove to be non-beneficial when it came to dealing larger scale destruction to something without the aid of skills, it was helpful when he needed to deal a direct piercing damage to a target, which he found ways to utilize in combat.

Although he knew that he needed to not be so reckless when picking fights as he may well have just done when attempting to knock the glass of water right over onto the man. Not that he was opposed to such a conflict however, but still, he acknowledged that he had a bit of room for improvement in the personality department. He just wasn’t ready to put the effort in to get it there just yet; he was willing to live with who he was for now.

Despite this acknowledgement, he was still on guard against the man, and ready for what would come possibly. He was eager to see his reaction, he did come here for the reason of finding out just exactly what the guy with the sword’s deal really was, and possibly here, after clearly stating what he wanted to know, maybe now he could finally find out what he wanted to discover. Something that had been eating away at the back of his tiny little dwarven skull, he wanted to know just what was going on today, and wanted to know what could happen to and for him when finding out. He didn’t know what would happen if he had discovered, but he was still hoping that he had the situation under control. The crowd had seemingly lost it’s interest in him, just as he had lost his interest in them, besides a survival and stealing booze standpoint, since long before they knew he existed, so there was one problem gone really, like, they still had to be monitored, but hopefully they would not be bothering him again. They had lost their interest when he did not do his little dwarven jig to reinforce the idea he was magical, instead by yelling at on patron, and insulting another, he really just appeared to be your regular angry middle aged dude, and that was boring, he did not do anything to make them think he was super magical, and that was why that had no longer really found an interest in him. Right now the only thing that had not gone along with the crowds was this man right here old scarface (Blink was probably going to have to find a better name for him soon.)  If he found scarface keeping on with his annoying mannerisms though, he would probably find himself keeping to his actions with the previous provisions, like the self imposed restraining order on the bar. He really hoped that this would not be what his day of vacation would be like though, as it was uncouth for that to be his vacation. He much preferred relieving the stresses of life when he was on duty, but on vacation was very well as well, still, unfortunately he would likely not be able to relieve his stresses or anything else here, because he was forced to gather information here.

He would make sure that he was focused on this man while thinking these thoughts though, planning all before, after, and during his speeches, going through it as fast as the mind could go, thankfully one of the things that went so fast thanks to his thought process involving anger was that it was constantly pushing forward, going through different thoughts, making sure that he could plan and push easily, staying on his toes.


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20Stars in the Sea (Open) - Page 2 Empty Re: Stars in the Sea (Open) on Tue Apr 26, 2016 10:58 pm

Idaru

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Free Agents

Idaru
Idaru sat there, wondering who it was that this dwarf was as he turned and shouted back at the man who called him out for being what it was without missing a beat. He couldn't help but grin a little bit. This little man was quick witted, and seemed to have a decent sense of humor about him. He was very much so opposite of the Samurai, Marcel Law, who had been in his presence only moments ago. While the Doctor had been more reserved and calm, deliberate in both words and actions, this tiny man seemed to be very forward with what he had to say. He was quite the trip, he was. This was likely the start of what could turn into a good friendship, a dwarf with a quick mouth and a man with an odd demeanor. Maybe this was the first of his Nakama that he was so desperate to find?

However, something would occur that instantly made Idaru's eyes widen with surprise, his entire body becoming stiff. He had only just drank from his glass before this dwarf appeared, and had never removed his hand from the glass after placing it back down upon the table. Therefore, the fact that the beverage was his own was very obvious. Due to this, when the Dwarf shoved it and knocked the liquid all over Idaru, he remained not moving at first, his hand falling flat upon the table as he looked down at the mess that was made. Water all over his shirt, the glass rolled away from him and fell to the ground, shattering. This was pure and blatant disrespect, of that there was no question.

"I believe..." Idaru started, looking from the drenched part of his shirt and pants to the Dwarf making eye contact. "You owe me a goddamn apology." As the last syllable left his lips, Idaru's hand that was on the table and therefore only inches away from the dwarf shot backwards while simultaneously clenching, back-fisting the dwarf with an upwards motion. Idaru didn't care if this man was smaller, or more fragile, than a normal sized person. This man, however tiny, just disrespected the ever-living fuck out of him. How would he ever earn respect if he just took that lying down? What sort of people would want to make nakama out of a man who took blatant disregard of Idaru?

As the back-fist finished its full motion, doing whatever it was capable of to the dwarf, his reaction would depend on what happened. If, due to the close proximity, it was able to connect and send the Dwarf Man off the table, then Idaru would quickly stand and look at wherever it was the dwarf man was sent in a sort of surprised, but not stunned, silence. If the dwarf man was somehow able to stop this unexpected and close backfist in its tracks, well then he would be shocked and probably at the mercy of the dwarf. Regardless, throughout the ordeal he would keep his guard up, ready to react at a moments notice. After all, though he was merely acting out of annoyance for this massive disrespect, he was still ready for this to turn into a brawl.

21Stars in the Sea (Open) - Page 2 Empty Re: Stars in the Sea (Open) on Thu Apr 28, 2016 7:25 pm

Blink Shortson

Pirates
Pirates

Blink Shortson
(i have claimed some hits, talking it over with Idaru in PMs now, if he disagrees and we cannot find a middle ground, we'll contact staff, although we hope to do it individually right now)

Inconsiderate, that was the term that he wished to use. It was really inconsiderate how these people just disregarded him, was it because he was a dwarf? Small? Was it because of his accent that made it hard to take him seriously? Blink did not know, all he did know what that it was hard for him to get across what he meant to at times, usually all the time. It was one of the things that made him so… Angry all the time, at the world, at people, he would not hold it back any longer. So here he was, not holding back. Idaru the man planned for a blow that would knock Blink over the table, and hopefully make a decisive blow with his left hand, while his right hand still lay dormant on the table as, with his elbow resting and all. Unfortunately for Idaru, Blink also had plans, plans that he had made with the intent of not being interrupted, not being looked over like some cheap piece of background again, he had also made plans that involved.

He was trying to save the man, Idaru, admittedly, it was hard to do so with his accented vocals, but still, it should have been perfectly reasonable to get across, right? He was trying to get across that he and the man may have run aground of a very dangerous possible psycho, since that man had already proven himself to be someone that his mind may be elsewhere at times, he thought it only needed for him to get his attention by pouring water over him. The man thought differently, as was apparent by his intent to hurt him backhand style. Unfortunately for the man though, something happened that he obviously did not account for, Blink, being in his already unstable and angry state, was ready to rumble, snapping at the moments notice of someone interrupting his actions, the actions that was not only for his own benefit (that was the general idea behind it at least, though the other man benefited as well, or at least he potentially would have if the conflict had not arose.) Blink was in such a state that he basically already been set off, by the man pointing out he was a dwarf, just like he was, for some reason, adding something of worth to this entire conversation, to the man being on his “own little world” and “getting lost there.” Like what the fuck was that supposed to mean? All this man had really done was become a potential victim to Blink’s anger, incurring his wrath through interrupting him, something that was really just the tipping of the violence iceberg for Blink. This man had interrupted Blink, and in doing so had activated his “trap card” in a sense. Blink was shouting, keeping focused on the man, just beginning his speech, when the man said “I” just this one simple word, Blink snapped. It was like he had become an embodiment for wrath itself, becoming anger, releasing all of the aggression that he had gained over the past few weeks, the past few weeks where he could not really let himself loose, and attack someone, just having a fight between two men, er, dwarves, er, two organisms that can fight.

When Idaru had interrupted him, Blink sprang into action, performing at the speeds needed for him to complete his task effectively, while the man was still looking down at his wet shirt. Since Idaru’s eyes were about over 1 foot away from Blink since he was leaning forwards, his neck was more around a foot and a half away, so it was a relatively simple task for Blink to charge at his intended target, the throat that dared try and silence him, talk over him, and worst of all ignore him, Blink was angry at this injustice, and was going to make it right. The man did not seem to be able to react to it, Blink’s fist that is, or maybe he just did not want to, maybe he didn’t notice the dwarf running for him while he was in the middle of beginning his sentence, and looking down at his wet shirt to boot. So, fast enough to get his job done, with a run and a small jump, the dwarf known as Blink made his way for the target, and struck home hopefully enough. Now, even if a regular man punched another regular man in the throat, it would be bad. Very bad as one might imagine, crushing windpipes, strangling, stunning, and all sorts of other bad things. However, Blink was not only a regular man, for one, he was stronger than your average joe, much like Idaru, with the ability to break wood with a single blow, however, even with strength, he was far smaller than your average man, probably because of his inheritance from his parents and their dwarf ancestry, creating him as their legacy. Now, he hit just as hard as a human with the same amount of his strength would, only all of the strength was concentrated into a tiny body. So, this of course meant that wood, instead of simply being broken, it would more have the effect of being pierced through, brutally. Now, this might be a weakness for some dwarves, and some might consider it a weakness, and maybe they would be right, but if one of these dwarves were able to use their strength to its maximum potential, and hit a critical area, as you can imagine the effects would be quite devastating with the dwarven ability to pierce areas. Now, Blink had aimed for the throat, and would hopefully hit this man Idaru. If it did, when considering that the throat is less hard than wood, just imagine, blood, pain, trouble breathing, you name it, it was a rather grotesque business really, luckily for Blink, he had grown used to it by now, and would not be phased by such a sight.

Now, Blink knew that this would not spell out a victory for him, if the blow connected to the man’s throat, dealing all the damage it could, this, while definitely needing treatment far sooner rather than later, might not win this whole ordeal for him. After all, in the final moments of the fight, Idaru might catch Blink with a last minute nasty surprise, so Blink could not get cocky and presume to have won just yet. Instead, after directly punching the man in the throat with his right arm, pulling it back quickly, he would grab the throat, and pull himself upwards slightly, high enough to reach the jaw, slamming the man in the jaw, rattling his brain around, knocking him out cold due to both the shock of the blow to his neck, and the blow to the jaw rattling his brain around. While the man might still live, and probably very well could survive if he could get a first responder inside this bar, the fight would be determinedly Blink’s. Of course, while doing these sets of moves, Blink would make sure that his peripherals also focused slightly down, being able to see that man’s chest muscles, moving or not moving, so that Blink could see if the man had decided to try and punch him from behind while performing this actions, or even tried to grab his throat out of the shock of what had just happened to him, ready to react in that situation if it looked overly bad, as always, performing at the speeds that he needed to complete his actions.

Now, for disengaging, it would be a relatively simple task for Blink to simply tug down from him, and jump down to the ground, allowing for his small weight and mass, and strong legs to absorb most of the shock, allowing for him to make for a speedy escape. Fortunately for Blink, he may not need to do that, although he was prepared to if needed to, when charging at this man with his strength, punching him in the throat, the force of it would more likely than not knock the tall stool over, and have the stool tip over and fall to the ground, backwards Blink and Idaru (now hopefully unconscious) with it. Luckily, this would cushion Blink’s fall to the ground, and allow for him to make a speedy escape. Even if the first hit did not create enough momentum to make Idaru hit the ground along with the stool, the second hit to the jaw almost certainly would generate enough force to get the stool tipping, as well as the two of them.

As for the escape, he would run away at speeds fast enough for his timely escape, making sure to keep an eye on his surroundings, making sure not to running into anyone or anything if unneeded and unbeneficial. He would take the route most convenient for him to make his much wanted for escape, like possibly through the cooking places if that was the place of least resistance, or even with his ability to run over the water due to his smaller size, and high capacity for speed. Since this entire situation had happened so fast, the other patrons of the bar would not know what to think, instead for a while wondering what had happened. And by the time they had pieced together fully what had happened, Blink would already have been out of their grasp, and all that would be left would be to help the fallen man back on to his feet, and give him any needed medical attention. Of course, for Blink this was not the end of their relationship quite possibly, as he ran away he might feel a tiny bit guilty for what he did, (although if the circumstances were the same he would have done it all over again,) and might very well become friends with that man one day, but that could be far away, for now Blink had to run away. The dwarf also made sure that he would be on his guard when performing his actions, reviewing Idaru’s positioning and movements, so if he needed to, he could very well react to those actions as well, although hopefully it would not come to that, and the fight could simply end on this relatively happy note for our dwarf.

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22Stars in the Sea (Open) - Page 2 Empty Re: Stars in the Sea (Open) on Thu Apr 28, 2016 9:57 pm

RedHood

Marines
Marines

RedHood
Hood was in the bar unknowingly to most people there but the bartender. It went from quite to loud within moments to which he tried to block out. Hood was sleeping well was he opened his eyes to see two people over by the bar talking. His ears moved moments later when the short one started to yell at the taller one. This greatly shocked Hood for the prayers shouldn't be yelling at the hunter. This was the law of the jungle or Hood law that is. Hood began to stretch as he was getting up hitting his head on the table knocking it over. This caused people to jump away with fear. Hood paid them no mind as he saw the shortly leave.He yawned as his teeth showed they was as sharp as a feline teeth was. Seeing the taller boy stance Hood laughed to himself, pirates these days all bark and no bit. He soon made his way over to the bar as the smaller boy walked out. Leaning over to Idaru he lowly said, a small boy yet big issues am I wrong it's unusual for pirates to argue but not fight. There yall go getting my hopes up for what what gives. Hood looked down as he got done talking to him picking up a glass of water he started to try and drink it. Odd because he had his orange mask on so the water didn't he go into his mouth but poured all over the floor. Looking down he said, oppsie guess I kinda forgot I still had my mask on. * fuhohoho fuhohoho. He laughed

23Stars in the Sea (Open) - Page 2 Empty Re: Stars in the Sea (Open) on Fri Apr 29, 2016 1:20 pm

Idaru

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Idaru
As Idaru had opened his mouth to speak, a series of events were set into motion that he had overlooked as a possibility. As his eyes rolled up, looking at the location of the Dwarf, he caught the barest glimpse of the dwarf beneath his nose. Eyes closing and opening his mouth the grunt, no noise came out. He went to take a sharp intake of breath, only to notice that no air would travel through. It felt like a needle had just forced itself into his windpipe. As this happened, he felt a sharp sting underneath his chin that could only be compared to a rocket propelled wasp. Head snapping up as he fell backwards and off the chair, he was lucky enough to have maintained consciousness, though his vision went black as the back of his head collided with the floor. As his entire vision came back with stars and spots, he felt himself coughing repeatedly. That was a sort of event he had never witnessed before. How was he to know that Dwarfs were that fast, or strong? He'd never even heard of them.

Hell, even if he'd been able to react due to different circumstances, he'd probably still have gotten caught with all of that. He had never expected that series of events. Things away from home were so strange- He'd have to adapt, and from this point forward, expect the unexpected. As his ringing ears caught wind of someone speaking, sounding muffled, he looked around to notice that the dwarf was long gone. Standing and cracking his neck, unable to speak and struggling to breath properly, he made his way out of the bar. That sort of thing could never happen again- He had to work hard to make sure of it.

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