They Can't Mess With Us #Theo #zaire


Who: Zaire
With: Theo, Siren's Song NPCs
Where: King's City, lake docks
When: Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK


"Said sundown, aye?" Bosede Okeke complained, meandering closer to the edge of the dock to toss the bone and gristle of his turkey wing into the water.

"He did," Zaire confirmed, taking a pull of rum as his eyes went to the sunset, streaking the sky in purple and orange. At least it was a nice evening, no small thanks to himself. "They ain't late yet, mate." He could understand the huge rigger's impatience though. His men had been too long on land and they were eager to feel the swell of the sea under their feet once again, to smell the salt air and hold their families . . .

The Captain's dark eyes swept over the crew. Some were keeping watch for the city guard but most had broken off into small groups of two or three, some talking softing while others further down the dock laughed as Jimmy regaled them all with a bawdy tale of a tavern wench with two different colored eyes. Wasn't the only thing on 'er was two diff'rent colors, if ya get me!

Zaire chuckled at the punchline, shaking his head as he held the rum bottle out to their newest recruit, "Drink up, lad. We may 'ave a long evenin' 'head'uv us."




Who: Theo
With: Zaire, Siren's Song NPCs
Where: King's City, lake docks
When: Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK

Sailors! Sure, they weren't pirates. This was a legitimate shipping voyage. Or, at least, as far as Theo knew it was. But, hell if they didn't strike him as being so exactly like he'd expect pirates to be. From the choice of clothing to the language to the innuendo-laden stories about tavern wenches, and straight down to the bottle that Kago was offering him.

He took the bottle in hand and masterfully tipped it up, downing a swig. He wasn't a stranger to a night of drunken partying--more than a few tabloids could attest to that fact--but the few times he'd had the opportunity to drink on this side of the fairy circles, he'd found the beers, ales, and wines to be fairly tame.

This rum was not tame.

His eyes might have widened a touch in surprise at the strength, but he didn't sputter, either, just finished taking a mouthful and held it back to Zaire with a grin.

"I've been drinking with too many knights lately," he joked, hoping that the jab would land a laugh. He doubted sailors had a high opinion of knights. "That's good stuff. Thank you kindly, Kago."


Rachel Balla

The carriage that stopped suddenly in front of the Siren's Song was - other than its unusual size - rather unremarkable. And had Zaire not recognized the tall blonde guard, Antonio, from Francesca's entourage, he would have been unremarkable himself. He wore no uniform and no weapons, but instead the clothes of a merchant - simple, inexpensive, but clean. His face had two days of scruff on it, while he was usually clean-shaven. He jumped from the carriage and approached the ship, offering a hand to Zaire.

"Captain," Antonio greeted, simply but respectfully, with a nod. Then, he looked over his shoulder toward the servants who were unloading the large boxes of cargo. Each required two men to carry - two meters long, one high, one wide, but they seemed significantly heavy.

Still holding Zaire's arm, Antonio pulled the pirate in to whisper: "You'll want to store these in the brig. Captain."



Theo: "I've been drinking with too many knights lately," ... "That's good stuff. Thank you kindly, Kago."

The joke had the effect that Theo meant it to, bringing to life a snicker from those close enough to hear the exchange and prompting another rigger, whose deft fingers were busy repairing a hole in a fishing net, to start in with his own tale of knight he'd once met.

". . . too drunk t' even take 'is dick out'is trousers t' piss, 'e was!"

"Ain't nuthin honorable in that," another added with a shake of his head.

Zaire though, kept his attention on Theo. The boy hadn't figured it out yet, had he? That was fine with the captain though, since they'd likely unload him right along with the cargo they were transporting. They wouldn't bring him back to the Island unless he signed on as a permanent crew member and earned the trust of the crew.

A short whistle from the direction of the city caught Zaire's attention and he handed the rum bottle back to Theo before sauntering forward to meet Francesca's man.

Stealth!Antonio: "Captain,"

It took only half a second for the Captain to recognized Antonio, despite the casual dress and scruffy appearance and as he returned the nod, Zaire made a vague gesture to his crew and a few of them broke off from the group to hop-to and take over for the servants. Others began climbing aboard the ship, heeding the Quartermaster's orders to prepare to weigh anchor.

Antonio: "You'll want to store these in the brig. Captain."

Returning the nod, Zaire allowed himself to be pulled in closer, eyes going to the cargo again at Antonio's words. "Aye," he answered, keeping his skepticism to himself for the moment. They'd made a deal and he wasn't about to go back on it now, though he couldn't help but wonder just what sort of cargo needed to be stored inside a locked cage . . .

He looked at Theo, "Pass that on t' Jimmy, yeah? To the brig with 'em."



Who: Theo
With: Zaire, Siren's Song NPCs
Where: King's City, lake docks
When: Tuesday, March 11th, 872 RoK

Sure, Theo's joke landed, but before he could go on with making friends with these wonderful pira--sailors! They were legitimate sailors, he reminded himself yet again--the shipment that they were going to be carrying arrived. He took the bottle of rum given to him by the captain and held it, watching the exchange between Zaire and Antonio with the same interest he would have given a plot-relevant video game cut scene.

Store the crates in the brig? The... six-by-three-by-three rectangular prism crates that reminded Theo very much of coffins, even if they weren't in that coffin diamond shape? If it phased the captain at all, he wasn't showing it, and neither were any members of the crew.


"Pass that on t' Jimmy, yeah? To the brig with 'em."


"Aye, sir, captain, sir," Theo said quickly. One of the other sailors snagged the bottle of rum from him as he turned to find Jimmy and relay the message, bounding up the gangway.

From the vantage point of the deck, he happened to notice the ship a couple of berths over, tied up to a nearby pier. Considering the hour, it wasn't too surprising to see most ships were quiet for the evening, but this one... He thought he could hear a sort of off-rhythm thumping coming from it. And that large hatch in the center of the deck, the kind that could be opened to store away whatever goods the ship was transporting, was it bouncing upward repeatedly, or was that just him...?

"Jimmy, Captain says the cargo's to be stored in the brig."

A sailor up in the rigging gave a sudden shout, and there was a loud cracking noise from that odd thumping ship, as the central hold burst open, and suddenly man-shaped figures started clawing out of it, climbing over each other's backs, swarming across the deck.

Something... strange was happening...


Rachel Balla

Zaire: "Pass that on t' Jimmy, yeah? To the brig with 'em."

Theo: "Aye, sir, captain, sir,"  "Jimmy, Captain says the cargo's to be stored in the brig."

With the boxes on their way, Antonio added, "One more."

He turned back to the carriage, held his hand out, and helped a young woman safely to the ground. She was a commoner by her simple clothing. She would have been lovely with her voluminous curls and her soft chocolate skin, except for the quiet, desperate look on her face. She gripped Antonio's arms tight and whispered quickly.

"No, no, no - I've changed my mind…. frightened… don't want to go…"

Antonio shushed her comfortingly at first, pulled her in for a reassuring hug, then answered her more firmly than his body language suggested. "It's too late for that."

This surprised her. As a volunteer, it seemed she had fully expected the right to change her mind. She withdrew and stared at Antonio in dumb horror, and then cast that glance Zaire's way - she recognized him, clearly, but she continued to try to bargain with Antonio. "My lady said…"

Antonio cut her off, and there was a derisive amusement in his voice. "...and when you see my lady next, you can tell her how terribly unfair I've been."  

The young woman's mouth opened and her eyes narrowed in outrage - this was a terribly underhanded insult in some way. But before she could begin to make a scene, Antonio addressed the captain, let the young woman go. "This is the last of the cargo. Thank you, Captain. Bon voyage."