forum "Bloodstained Gold" (Pirate Group RP) {Closed}

Started August 25, 2022 by @ScotchTapeWorm group

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(Ah, the old catch-up game. It's so funny seeing how everyone does things )

The Captain breathed out slowly, he still moved slowly on his trail, he didn't crash through the jungle in pursuit, if there was one thing he was sure of it was that the unclaimed islands were dangerous.Besides, three creatures running blindly through the green left an easy trail to follow, as the wake of bruised plants, torn leaves and trampled ground practically made a flashing sign saying 'people this way!'
The other obvious sign was the loud voices, speaking to each other, sound already travelling well in the humid air. The screams of Pyria, then presumably the man, then the voice of Inez, who'd arrived before him.The Captain used Greed to push a large leaf aside, letting him step into the little gathering, and he briefly wondered if the damp air would make the pistol useless. A wet flintlock wouldn't fire, but he was reasonably confident in both of his guns, if one didn't work, the other would.

The scene was an odd one, the winged person was crying, shying away from the others, a crushed expression on his face. Inez and Pyria didn't seem to know what to do, looking at a loss for words. The walk had cooled Axel's blood a fraction, so he didn't immediately shoot Pyria on sight, he managed a grin the expression dangerously forced.

"Well then. I see you two have met with our quarry. I trust it was a warm reception?" The Captain still sounded angry, his finger caressed the trigger of Greed like he was just itching to have an excuse to fire it. But you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Axel turned and inspected the marooned man, looking them over with his intense violet eyes. He looked for weaknesses, strengths, assessing them, like he was running his whole life out before him in his head. And then.. He crouched down, looking him in the eye, head cocked to the side in curiosity. This one wasn't all there, was he? Silver-Tongue could see the panic, the fear, of being hunted, and he smiled wider.

The winged person smelled of smoke, and salt-water, and leaves. On closer inspection the wings were certainly metal, but not wholly a contraption as far as he could tell. There was no harness in place, meaning that they attached somewhere to the back and by the way the man seemed to be able to move them with some fluidity, they likely had something already on their back for the wings to attach to. Things started to click into place in the Captain head, his gears turning, but the answers were just out of reach. He hadn't spent much time learning different species and their quirks, but this one probably wasn't fully human. In a low voice, still crouched down, Axel finally addressed the winged man, he spoke slowly like he was speaking to a child.

"You've been 'ere an awful long time huh?" He moved some curls from his face, still grinning like a Cheshire cat, the expression was often on his face, he'd been known to do it for an entire conversation, which could be.. Mildly unsettling to say the least. The eyes changed though, showing interest, then rage, then curiosity cycling through each other in the manner of seconds always teetering on the edge of exploding out or falling into something less stable.

Pyria landed on Inez's shoulder, which made her flinch, but she didn't ask her to leave. 'Maybe I shouldn't have left that out,' She thought. It wasn't like she didn't feel bad for the stranger, just at a loss. She heard footsteps approaching, which she could only recognize as Axel's. Her head only turned when he stopped to speak. He sounded irritated- or, as merely "irritated" as a man like him could be- in his tone. "I trust it was a warm reception?" What kind of question was that?
"Not re-" Inez interrupted herself, giving up on her sentence to watch the captain's hands. Gun in hand, he seemed to be playing with the trigger. It appeared to be normal at this point, though, and yet another one of his dangerous habits. His eyes looked as if they couldn't decide how to react.
(sarcasm, whats that?)

Juan could barely make out the newest stranger’s words, eyes moving from one place to another and never focusing. “How did I get here? I’m… no, I’m not sure…” Juan could only fumble over broken half-words. He wasn’t sure of anything right now, not even himself. He didn’t know why he was kneeling in the sand, naked and surrounded by a menagerie of people who seemed to him to be somewhat dangerous. Mostly because of the weapons, which his eyes kept falling back to. “Do you know why I’m here?” his rust-caked voice whispered.

The Captain didn't take his eyes off of the crazed man, listening to the broken words. They cracked halfway through and fell to the ground like dead leaves. They were confused, unaware, and intimidated. Perhaps it was being on this island, breaking their mind, but while weathered, the man didn't have the same rugged wildness of someone who had been abandoned for years and years. More likely they were crazy and then left on natures doorstep.
"Yer here.." The Captain trailed off for a moment, his smile faltering, then completely falling. "Because someone or something is piss drunk mad at you." A good neutral answer. Said with enough confidence to sound convincing, but really saying nothing of value. If they were abandoned, they would gravitate towards the someone, if it was a storm the something, and a god or a curse fell under either category. But it sounded like Axel knew what he was talking about, his favorite kind of answer.

Then he did something, very, very stupid. Very carefully, as if he was holding a baby he turned Greed around, holding it by the barrel, the grip pointed towards the man. He held it out, offering it slowly. Everyone had weapons but the winged man, he seemed wary of them. Avarice was still in its holster, and the Captain was going purely on the hunch that the gunpowder would be too damp from the jungle air and the little boat trip to fire, but that was a gamble. It really was just a whim.
His smile returned, tempting now, holding the flintlock out to the mad man, its twin still snugly placed on the inside of his coat, held in with straps made for that purpose, rather than parading about with two pistols strapped to his thighs, they were meant to be in Harpsford Bay today, so he had to be "low-key". Which really just meant not actively threatening civilians.

(also my phone just broke. my computer is how i can get online until its replaced, so ill be a bit less active lol)

(Oh no D: Take your time! Sorry for your- Loss? Phone loss?)

(also my phone just broke. my computer is how i can get online until its replaced, so ill be a bit less active lol)

(Oh no D: Take your time! Sorry for your- Loss? Phone loss?)

(phloss)

Juan took the gun hesitantly in quaking hand. Maria always said it was rude to refuse what was offered… so did Mother, although she was long dead from his and his sister’s birth. Father had left long ago, Avants weren’t the type to mate for life and usually the Mothers were left to do the duties of raising the children and while theirs had died, Juan and Maria had managed through the kindness of strangers. Although his disappearance had been rather strange, allegedly he’d not been seen on his home island since. Not even exiled…

He snapped back to the present. “Who are you, to give me a weapon? Do you know who I am?” the second question wasn’t to challenge, but to gain a deeper understanding of what these strangers already had gathered.

The sudden movement of the hand that held the captain's gun made Inez jump. He's offering him the weapon…? As Juan took it, hand trembling, the girl was poised in a way that'd make it easy to run. Though not in an obvious way. Would he know how to fire it? Inez didn't know much about the contraptions herself.
"Who are you, to give me a weapon?" That was… definitely a risky thing to say to someone like Silver-Tongue. She was concerned he would misunderstand Juan's question, going off the- the events that took place the night before. But the captain seemed more patient today, even if he was difficult to read.

Pyria scowls through all this, then glares at the captain.

"Is it really a good idea to give random people weapons with which they can kill us with?"

The Captains smile widened a fraction when the man took the gun from his hand. It was odd seeing Greed on someone other than him and he felt the instinctual itch to snatch it out of the winged persons hand. Axel reached forwards for a moment, but visibly stopped himself, he put his hands behind his back, not yet rising from his crouch.
"Who are you, to give me a weapon? Do you know who I am?”

The Captain rocked on his heels, considering his answer for a moment. Today was a day to think things through before saying them. Perhaps spending so long in his cabin, and thus free of his curse, had made him mindful of how he spoke. Perhaps he just felt like it today.

"I'm Captain Silver-Tongue, of the Deceit and I do what I damn well please. And yer someone who's not in a position to be lookin' down their nose on a favor or two." The Captain had a slight twinkle in his eye, like he was aware of a joke that no one else knew about, an inside joke with himself. He stood, dusting off his pants, looking down at the man curiously. "But if yer offerin' a name, I wouldn't say no. Lady Luck sure has abandoned you, eh?"

When Pyria spoke he glanced over his shoulder scowling. "And is it really a good idea to go runnin' yer mouth off to people you know could kill you? What kind of moth-addled idea was that? Assualtin' our good friend here?" He made a 'tsk'ing noise, but didn't reach for a weapon this time. Progress! He was on his best behavior for first impressions. It wasn't everyday you met a crazy, metal, marooned, avian man.