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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 17:56:09 GMT -5
The bar man nodded and refilled the tankard, then turned to the girl. "Would you like a drink lass?" He asked, looking over at the crew as they began to sing to the tune. Noticing that other men joined in with the clapping and stomping, it was a pleasant sight.
Grace had been caught up with watching the crew, a small smile showing on her face. "Huh?" She turned back to the bar man. "Do you have Gaelic coffee?" She asked, when he nodded she sat down on one of the empty seats and turned her attention back to the crew. Fighting the urge to clap along with them as she situated herself. She admired the fact that the crew seemed to have worked out whatever issue they had and were all now singing cheerfully.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 3, 2016 18:18:54 GMT -5
James continued his tune for sometime before slowly leaving his crew, letting them continue the song with his harmonica. Walking back toward the bar, he placed the harmonica back in its pouch and tied it around his belt. He sat in the seat and grabbed the tankard, taking a good sip before looking at the bar man. "Hopefully, they won't cause anymore trouble. How much do I owe you then?" He asked, reluctantly pulling out his coin pouch again. The crew cost him a lot, but they'd be raiding again soon, so the coin supply should fill up quickly.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 21:54:18 GMT -5
"That'll be ten pence." The bar man replied softly, then handed the girl her drink. "Here ya go lass, just don't drink too much tonight." He advised with an amused wink. His attention then turning to a couple men who were waiting to get some new drinks.
"Nice tune." Grace commented, glancing at the man before taking a small sip of her drink. Letting out an almost silent sigh, it had been awhile since she had gotten her hands on a good Gaelic coffee; most bar men stared at her like she was insane upon asking for the drink. Setting down her small glass tankard before looking back at the man with a glint of curiosity in her bright gaze. "So you sail?"
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 4, 2016 9:02:37 GMT -5
James nodded and pulled out he asked amount, setting it on the bar in front of the man. His attention was once again drawn to the woman as she spoke, to him this time. He turned in his chair to face the female, taking a small drink, he looked at her own drink. It wasn't anything he recognized. Must be some fancy drink the women enjoyed these days. While studying the woman he caught the glint of curiousity in her eyes. That was odd to James. Most women didn't take kindly to sailors or ocean men. Except the wenches, but they weren't respectable women, in his opinion anyway. Sure they made for a good time, but James had learn to leave the wenches to his crew. He learned his lessons over the last year or two. James cleared his throat and set down his drink before answering. "Aye, I'm only here because of that nasty storm. As soon as it leaves so will I" He said with a completely serious tone. The storm was really bothering him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 10:03:36 GMT -5
Grace nodded thoughtfully, that's how it was sailing. You can either take shelter from a storm, or be out there in the middle of it. One was a slightly better idea then the other but if you were looking for an adrenaline rush and a bath in salt water, the other choice also a respectable option. "I don't think you're the only one, I saw a few different ships come in for supplies earlier then get stuck here when the storm rolled in," She noted, narrowing her eyes slightly. "I wonder how many missing ships will pop up after this." Eyeing the door before sipping on her drink, eventually she'd have to get out of tavern and go to the small in where she was staying. It was likely that she'd get soaked, but it was better then leaving her things unattended and getting a room at the tavern... Which was beginning to fill with drunks.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 4, 2016 13:08:33 GMT -5
James nodded, he had seen quite a few ship when he arrived. He looked at the door ad shook his head at her last statement. "Probably a larger number then needed. I hate cutting a trip short just as much as any, but I'd rather cut it short and save my crew and ship then stay out and most likely lose both." He shook his head again, the foolish sailors always continued in storms, it made him angrier then it should. Such a waste of a ship. James glanced at the women, suddenly realizing he had just had a small conversation with a female, that he hardly ever had with any men. The little lady had a lot of surprises up her sleeve. James took a quick drink and finished his tankard, deciding against getting another. He looked at the female, curious. "You seem to be educated about the sea and sailors. I imagine you've been sailing before?" He asked curiously, but a bit bluntly.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 14:11:43 GMT -5
"It's worse when they can't get out of the way fast enough." Grace pointed out quietly, looking at her small tankard thoughtfully. She knew a good handful of ships that were lost at sea due to monstrous storms like the one raging outside, thankfully in her years of sailing she had never lost a ship to a storm; which for a young person and a woman no less, it was quite the feat. The question about sailing snapped her out of her thoughts, narrowing her eyes before looking back at the man. She knew it was obvious from the way she had been speaking. "Yes sir." She replied respectfully, her gaze traveling over him before her attention returned to her drink. Quickly drinking the rest of it before it got cold.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 4, 2016 14:43:00 GMT -5
James shook his head at her last reply. He had never been called 'sir' before. Mostly, people didn't like him because he was a sailor so they called him worse words. But even so, 'sir' was not a name he quite liked. James looked at the woman and again shook his head. "Name's James." He said, leaning back in his chair and letitng his drink settle in his stomach. James chuckled lightly, "I've never been called Sir before, mostly its names a lot nastier then that" He said light-heartedly.
(Sorry its so short, my imagination ran dry)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 14:52:13 GMT -5
Grace set down her empty tankard and looked back at him, slightly amused by his reaction to being called 'sir'. "I can see why." She huffed jokingly. Rolling her eyes at him before offering her hand to shake. "I'm Grace." She introduced cautiously. She didn't often give out her name, normally it was her alias of the Red Reaper or as of late a fake name. That was the worst part about being pirate, if you got caught you could get hung.
( It's fine, my muse is starting to die as well. Any ideas of what we could do to make things a little more interesting? )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 4, 2016 18:21:56 GMT -5
James smiled slightly at her reply. At least she knew how to joke. He nodded as she introduced herself. "Pleasure meeting you" He said politly with a dip of his head. James looked at the time and then his crew. He sighed, they needed to be heading out to find a suitable inn. "Need more....crew members...." James muttered under his. He'd forgotten to even try to see if there were any seasoned sailors in the tavern. And they were all to drunk now to even find out.
(Hmm, I'm not sure. Do you have any plots from the last roleplay that we could use?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 21:14:46 GMT -5
Grace shrugged when he said it was a pleasure to meet her, not removing her gaze from this James as he looked around. Barely hearing his comment she chuckled softly. "Good luck with that, there aren't many sailors around here who don't have a crew and if there are they're old and retired. Trust me I'd know." She commented coolly, huffing to herself before standing up and beginning to make her way to the door. Bracing herself for the storm raging outside, it was likely to be pitch black outside with wind, rain and lightning.
( Not a lot that I could really work into this RP, in the last one the entire crew was a bunch of werewolves and my girl wasn't a pirate by any means. )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 5, 2016 10:34:24 GMT -5
(Hmm, maybe a bounty hunter is after Grace [the people who stole her ship could've sent them] and James could help her. But then the bounty hunter goes after him and his crew? Then they find out who Grace really is? I don't know, just an idea)
James was a bit surprised. "How would she know?" He mumbled under his breath. His curiousity tugged at him harshly. This woman was full of surprsies. Curse his curiousity. James watched the woman go to leave the tavern. He needed an excuse to talk just a bit longer, to find out how she knew so much. He pushed himself off the bar stool and headed toward Grace.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 11:22:56 GMT -5
( I like that idea, that would totally work. )
Grace had made it to the door after weaving around the tables and slapping a few hands. Carefully she opened the door, watching as it suddenly flew to the side from the wind. Silently she peered out into the darkness before talking a couple steps outside and successfully vanishing into the darkness. After a few lightning strikes nearby she broke into a run, darting all the way to the inn she had been staying at and slipping inside.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 5, 2016 11:30:57 GMT -5
(Okey dokey ) James struggled to move through the crowd of drunks and he reached the door moments after she left. He looked out in the storm and saw nothing but darkness. A few flashes of lightning didn't help him either. James growled under his breath, slapping his fist on the door frame. When something bothered him he liked to answers right then. He wasn't the most patient of men. And now this Grace woman was nagging at the back of his mind. He needed answers and she was gone. James, his mood dampered, spun back around and motioned his crew, "We're leaving. We need to find an inn before this storm gets any worse" He said loudly. His crew grumbled, but stood and followed him out into the darkness.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 11:35:52 GMT -5
( Should we maybe skip to the next morning and say that the storm isn't as bad? )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 5, 2016 11:37:27 GMT -5
(Yea, that sounds good )
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 11:54:11 GMT -5
( I'll start then. )
It was early the next morning with rain still coming down in sheets, but even with the sun poking through the clouds it was a gloomy atmosphere. Especially now that everyone had to be out working in the dreadful weather. Many shops were open again with small lanterns or candles in the windows, many had smoke billowing out of their chimneys as everyone went out their daily lives. Wandering around the town was Grace, she had been up long before the sun was. Now she had left a blacksmith where she had been looking at their swords, daggers or just about anything that was sharp and pointy. Gazing up at the sky before pulling her cloak tighter and she wove through the streets in search of a bakery to find something to eat that wasn't from an inn or the tavern.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 5, 2016 12:00:40 GMT -5
(So sorry to poof on you, but I've got to go do some chores and such. I'll be back soon to answer. Again so sorry for poofing :/ )
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 12:21:36 GMT -5
( It's fine! )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 7, 2016 14:28:37 GMT -5
James sat up in the tavern bar. Sadly they hadn't been able to find any nice rooms and they were only able to get a room at the tavern. But at least the board for the room was cheap. James, knowing they probably would't be able to make it back on the sea, told his crew they could stay in and do whatever they pleased the remainder of the day. The only thing he asked was that they didn't get themselves killed. James sighed and stood, the tavern food definitly wasn't very satisying. He walked out the door and looked in the streets of the marine village. He hadn't been here often and definitly didn't know his way around. So in order to find a nice meal, James followed his nose. Within minutes he stood outside a cozy little bakery labled "Seamans Santuary". Sounded nice enough and smelled like a santuary to him. James sighed with hunger and entered the bakery.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 12:43:19 GMT -5
Inside of the bakery was a baker and his apprentice, the baker was in the back putting loaves of bread into the oven and making more dough for the next batch. Meanwhile in the front was his apprentice who was in charge of dealing with costumers, taking their orders and making sure everything was done efficiently along with making everyone happy.
Grace continued he stroll down the streets, occasionally stepping out of the way so she wouldn't crash into other people or get run over by horses. After a couple minutes she found the bakery, letting out a soft sigh of relief before opening the door and entering the wonderful smelling building.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 8, 2016 15:54:34 GMT -5
James approached the counter and adressed the apprentice with a grumpy tone. "Give me the best you've got" He said, knowing he had the coin for it. You couldn't blame him for being grumpy. He didn't sleep well at all [luxury of the storm] and thn he couldn't find a decent meal until now. H simply wanted a nice meal and quiet place to sit and set his next course. The storm would probably be here another day or two. But as soon as it left, he would have a course set and he would be gone.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 16:17:04 GMT -5
The apprentice nodded, he was used to this behavior. Everyone seemed fairly grumpy this morning with the storm and some of the wreckage from last night. "Aye sir." He responded with a light Scottish accent, running his hands through his strawberry blond hair as he looked though the fresh pastries pastries. His gaze landed on a warm beef pie, they were well liked in the area especially on colder morning. Gently he picked it up and wrapped it in brown paper before holding it over the counter to the man. "That'll be two pence."
Grace quietly stood near the door in a short line including two other people, her gaze curiously traveling around. She liked to explore new places as she had been doing the past few days, and one of her favorite things was getting to try different foods. After a couple moments she noticed the man she had met the night before, James. That was his name. Narrowing her eyes thoughtfully before looking back at the counter full of pastries and breads.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 8, 2016 16:28:37 GMT -5
James sighed and pulled out the asked amount. He placed the coins on the counter and gave a nod of thanks as he accepted the pastry. James stepped out of line, but stood to the side for a long amout of time, putting his coin pouch back on his belt and all. Finally he got everything organized. James straightened and almost immediatly his gaze landed on a famliliar female figure [that's a mouth-full xD]. Grace. The women from last last. Jamesmoved to the furthest spot in the bakery and sat down, cradling his pastry in the palms of his hands.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 17:00:07 GMT -5
After a couple more customers orders the young apprentice rocked back and forth on his feet to relive pent up energy. "How can I help you miss?" He asked the young red haired women in an almost bored tone, he had been dealing with grumps all morning so he was already anticipated the rest of the day to go the same.
Grace glanced at the apprentice curiously, he couldn't be older then fourteen and his demeanor reminded her of her own little brother which made her smile. "What would you suggest?" She asked softly, there was so much to choose from. The apprentice looked down at the selection thoughtfully. "Well personally I like the pies, meat or fruit. And the fruit and nut breads warm with butter aren't so bad either Miss." He replied, pointing to each thing as he said it's name. Grace nodded slowly. "I think I'll try both! Do you have a chicken pie and a slice of warm bread with butter? I don't really mind what kind." She decided out loud, watching as he quickly wrapped both things and handed them to her. "That'll be three pence." Quickly she paid for the food and gave the boy a kind smile before turning and walking out of the bakery to go look around some more.
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 8, 2016 17:32:16 GMT -5
James glanced up as Grace left. He was tempted to follow, but decided to finish his meal first. It smelled heavenly, so he quickly devoured the pastry and leaned back with a satified sigh. It was delicious. Finally surging to his feet, he turned and exited the bakery. James glanced around the street for any since of the Grace women. But she seemed to have gotten farther then he thought. Holding back a sigh, he turned to the right, hoping that's the direction she went in.
(So I was thinking maybe James finds her and approaches her to talk about her knowledge of sailing and thats when the first bounty hunter attacks maybe? And she could think he had set her up and he thinks the same about her?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 17:42:14 GMT -5
Grace had made it all the way to the edge of the village, having eaten her food along the way so it would be warm but not make her have to waste time sitting around. At the moment she was admiring a small tower nestled on a cliff overlooking the sea, part of her was tempted to climb all the way up there to see what exactly it was.
( That works, but I'm trying to figure out how he would figure out who she is. )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 9, 2016 12:41:43 GMT -5
James wandered for what seemed like forever before he finally caught sight of the female figure that had been in the back of his mind all day. His curiousity drove into high gear and he picked up his pace, jogging toward the figure. He hoped it was Grace adn that he didn't approach a strange woman. James stopped a few feet behind her, "Mind answering a few questions m'lady?" He asked, in a calm, but obviously curious tone of voice.
(Sorry it took me so long, I had to go get my wisdom teeth removed this morning) (Hmmm, maybe the Red Reaper has some kind of signature mark or birth mark and he sees it and confronts her about his suspicions?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 10:12:25 GMT -5
Grace had moved a couple paces closer the tower, she had decided she was going to go take a look when the sound of footsteps became apparent. Stiffening and turning around as James spoke to her. "Go ahead." She replied, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully. Hopefully this wouldn't take too long, she had a cliff to scale before the storm got worse.
( Ouch. You are totally fine! I wasn't hardly on yesterday. Well I was thinking that she'd have a ring with her family crest on it(can't remember what it's called) and it is also the mark of the Red Reaper? )
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 10, 2016 12:54:22 GMT -5
James could definietly tell she was a bit stiff and on edge around him. He probably wouldn't get many answers until she trusted him, but he would try anyway. "You wear a common ladies outfit to make it appear like you are a simply maiden. However you know way to much about the ocean to be a common maiden. What are you trying to hide?" He asked a bit bluntly. But he really wanted answers and he wasn't the most patient man.
(Yea, it still hurts like crazy, but my imagination is still in tack xD. That sounds great! And maybe James is secrectly like a history/pirate nerd. And he's read and studied practically everything about the Red Reaper because her tactics fasinated him so that's why he is able to idenitfy her so easily when he sees the mark?)
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