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Post by Teej on Sept 18, 2007 23:17:30 GMT -5
"I love this time of year!" Fitz said aloud as he was managing his way around port, trying to find his way to the nearest bar or pub.
Indeed, this time of year was a great time to be a pirate in Ymaggion. With several new players joining because friends from school persuading them, there were fresh new opportunities to gather himself a nice temporary crew for a few weeks to increase his wealth within the game then allow them to continue on with their lives.
He had time to smirk between these thoughts however when he considered all the people who he wasn't on friendly terms with being on the island.
"...Nah, the chances are slim to none." The pirate told himself, casually staring down players with an intruiged eye as he continued to find his way to the nearest gathering area.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Sept 18, 2007 23:31:46 GMT -5
A revving engine could be heard in the distance, just loud enough to be heard over the din of so many people talking. And as moments passed, the sound only grew louder.
Farther down the street, the crowd was parting as a sleek, black motorcycle was moving rapidly down the streets, with two occupants on board. Many of the people were moving quickly, others were forced to leap out of the way. The driver, a young man with green eyes and brown hair, didn't really seem to care even though the young brunette latched behind him kept giving him reproachful looks.
Rua streaked past Fitz on the Thunder King, unmindful of the minor nemesis he passed by on the street.
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Post by Teej on Sept 18, 2007 23:37:46 GMT -5
Despite Rua's unknowingness on the matter, Fitz himself had no trouble identifying the two who just sped past him and swore under his breath.
"Of all the luck. I could have anyone else on my hatelist on this island but it had to be him." Fitz noted, before checking around him, then tapping his head to make sure his hat was still in place.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Sept 19, 2007 0:23:58 GMT -5
Rua pulled the Thunder King over onto the sidewalk in front of a pub and disembarked, helping Alasea off of the Isle-crafted motorcycle with a helping hand. When she was off of it, Rua pressed a button on one of the handles, and the cycle became a cube in a flash of light, resting in his hand. He stowed the cube away in his inventory and turned to the pub.
"You know," Alasea said quietly beside him, "I think I saw Fitz on the way here."
"Oh?" was the reply. "I'll have to keep an eye out for him then."
Alasea nodded, knowing the history between the two. She thought the whole ordeal was rather stupid, but these were two guys she was talking about, both with a sense of pride. She decided to change the subject.
"So will we find the client here?" she asked, looking inside the pub. It was seedy-looking, but she'd seen worse.
"Yeah, he'll be here," Rua said, looking down the street with narrowed eyes. He thought he had spotted the pirating rival of his, but wrote it off. If he was here, he'd certainly be sneaking. Or running. If Fitz was running, there was little chance he'd see the pirate without the aid of his armor.
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Post by Morph on Sept 19, 2007 9:26:12 GMT -5
Just outside the pub stood a small market stall, where a man in wide and colourful, but smuggled and dirty clothing, tried to sell his goods.
"Hats for sale!" The man shouted, putting his hands to his mouth, pausing a moment to scratch his small beard. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of incredibly dirty glasses, and atop his head stood something that seemed to resemble a cross between a sombrero and a wizard's pointy hat.
Indeed, the stall he stood near was stacked with hats of all sorts. Bowler hats, tricorner hats, hats like seen in the day of Napoleon, and even a top hat. Just like the man, the stall didn't look too good, build as if in a hurry, but otherwise just good enough to look like a decent market stall.
"Come on, look at this piece of art, mate!" The man said, poking Rua's arm and holding up a tricorner hat in his other, left hand. "Don't it look beautiful? Look at those stitches! Fine like crazy, ainnit, mate? And just for 30 pieces o' gold, too. I must say, milord, that that's a bit below me usual price, but today's yer lucky day! Just 30 pieces. Whattaya say?"
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Post by Rising Dragon on Sept 19, 2007 12:55:30 GMT -5
Rua gave the merchant a flat look when he touched the warrior's arm. He disliked these kinds of NPCs, and disliked the players of the sort even more.
"I say... that I already have a hat," he said, looking down the street once more, "And I got it in a much more interesting way than purchasing it at a stall."
Alasea tugged on the black sleeve of his shirt. "Come on, let's go," she murmured, "We shouldn't keep him waiting."
"Yeah," Rua muttered, taking Alasea's hand in his own and entering the pub.
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Post by BD on Sept 19, 2007 15:36:48 GMT -5
Kite was in hiding currently; he had received some death threats from some dwarves he insulted and well, he doesn't like pointy pickaxes that much. He sat there enjoying a sour whiskey at the bar when he saw Rua enter,"Well now, it's been awhile...since that nasty incident in the desert I think..."
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Post by Rising Dragon on Sept 20, 2007 1:01:30 GMT -5
Rua started when Kite spoke to him from a nearby table, causing Alasea to jump slightly as well. The Administrator had the nerve to remind him of that disaster in the desert with Arumon. Rua gave his fellow Beta Tester a withering glare that'd put the dwarves to shame before proceeding to the back of the pub.
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Post by BD on Sept 20, 2007 14:40:47 GMT -5
"I wouldn't go back there, if you're looking for your client he's that way..." Kite said pointing in the other direction.
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Post by Teej on Sept 20, 2007 17:26:40 GMT -5
Unaware that Rua had entered the bar, Fitz had decided to linger outside for a bit, ducking behind the hat's salesmen, reaching for one of his tri-corners, hoping to switch a much nicer-looking hat with his current one.
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Post by Morph on Sept 23, 2007 15:42:58 GMT -5
The hat salesman had gone back to saling his goods after Rua had rejected his offer and went inside the pub along with Alasea. In fact, he had been able to sell three hats since they had done so, grasping peoples' arms, asking them to buy something, telling them about the origins of a hat he'd be holding up, about previous owners of them, about what they were made of, and how much they cost. The people that bought the hats largely did it because they wanted to get rid of him.
When Fitz made his move, the hat salesman had just been rejected by a potential customer. The man turned around and jumped up behind Fitz, sensing an oppurtunity to make money from the young pirate.
"GOOD DAY, KIND SIR!" He bellowed as he took hold of the boy pirate's shoulder. "What brings you to this small porttown, hmm? My wonderful hats, no doubt! Yes yes, mate, I'll assure you you'll leave with the best of my hats." He patted Fitz back, as if reassuringly. "Now, you seemed to want this particular tricorne?" He asked inquiringly.
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Post by Teej on Sept 23, 2007 15:47:47 GMT -5
"Indeed, I'm quite sure I'll be leaving with the best of your hats." Fitz said in a somewhat mocking tone.
"Trade in, perhaps?" Fitz had said to the awkward man, taking the hat from his head, presenting it to the salesmen.
"Best leather out on the market, it is. It's been through some of the biggest events in this game's history, it has." The pirate noted, brushing some dust off...also taking the time to mentally pick out the hats that had caught hhis interest, as well as look for an easy escape route from there when he made his move.
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Post by Morph on Sept 24, 2007 8:20:19 GMT -5
"Oh really?" The salesman said in an almost shocked tone of disbelief, studying the hat Fitz presented. The leather was worn, not too good, but better than his worst hats, including one he had recently sold. "Some of the biggest events in history, eh? May I inquire which events you are referring to?" The man asked Fitz, scratching his beard.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Sept 24, 2007 9:20:49 GMT -5
"Funny, Kite," Rua muttered to the Beta Tester and Administrator, "I imagine that'd be difficult if he hasn't arrived yet. He's not due here for another ten minutes."
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Post by Teej on Sept 24, 2007 18:20:50 GMT -5
"That is to say..." Fitz said in a rather quiet voice...the time was showing itself.
Without finishing his sentence, the pirate lunged forward, grabbing several tri-corner hats, and skidded through the bar's doors, now wearing 3-4 hats on his head, trying his hardest to balance him as hge began his mad dash.
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