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[P]  Silly Sea Songs

Offline Borius Jul 7 2020, 6:00 AM
#1
  • Corzya
  • Age: 48
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Human
  • Rank: Howler
  • Total Posts: 15
  • Played by: Rosie
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((Pre-Ship invasions.))

He sat at the docks, cold, wet and sprayed with all the salt that there probably was in the sea. Whisky sweetened itself on his crusty dry lips where salt and fish would otherwise take up the space of scents in the air, so potently. At least for the howler, the human howler- or pirate. Either way, he had hardly had the reputation of being either said role or title. The only thing that could perhaps explain why he was above a Greenhorn and still had no descended further was his age, experience and what he had previously accomplished for his old crew and other hooligans he shut down, albeit one handedly- normally holding a beverage or an apple or one of nan's sausages in the other. His sword moving sharper, harder, if they'd somehow caused the officer to spill any bit of his drink, although it would still hold nearly most of it relatively well, surprisingly.

He didn’t move now. At least not gracefully- although grace was something the creature of a man may have never known or possessed. Except for the sway, gentle and subtle especially from afar. Like he was just something, like a leaf or a boat that beckoned and bended with the wind or the waves. He felt the same. As he drunk. He forgets the reason, but perhaps there is none. The taste, chill of it as it meets his tongue and the heat as it burns his throat is enough. It is reason enough. It reminds him of lots of things. That were bright, mellow and festive.

He liked those places- festive, bawdy and loud. The places where women would flash themselves even before they were tossed any coin. Liked the way it made him feel like a man. And warm, warm. It was always so chilly on at night on the coast, although it was on board a ship or boat as well. Better than crawling into the skin and fat of a mammoth seal (that he had done before). Stunk like hell, but he had actually managed to sleep and wake up in the morning. More trustworthy on what it said it did on the label than a great many other crew or men that betrayed him, or he betrayed. Cut loose all of them.

He hummed a melody, another one. It rumbled softly in the back of his throat, and on his lips and tongue. But he was alone, with his good old friend the wind and the steady waves that crashed up on bare feet and hairy tawny legs - and his tune soon undoubtedly, unawares grew louder. No he didn’t lose his shoes now (they were at his left), albeit in the chest hammered into the dock for some helpful holding. Although it may have looked like he did in his contentment, as he rocked and kicked his feet into the seabreeze. It’s a catchy tune, but he does not sing it well and misses the words. Seemingly knowing nothing besides a two phrases from the chorus, and a bunch of ‘da da da das’.

The drink is about empty when he puts the bottle down, and instead he gets out a hard green apple bruised and browned in spots but he doesn’t stop ‘singing’ although he looks left and right of him without moving his head as if suspicious. But looking and sounding otherwise content. He takes out a dagger and uses his thumb to guide it out as he cuts off a chunk, then two. They’re the dull and ugly brown bits anyway.

’Da da da da da!’
He almost turns, just the slightest bare moment of his head. His next cut is a bit more viscous, and it drops a nice good chunk of white apple flesh ‘plop’ into the dark water. There’s some bubbles that pop up, and he sees some dark shapes wriggling up and down in there.

He chuckles. “Food for fish. Fish food. Feeding the fishes,” he says, seemingly well taken by the liquor already before he turns around completely knife and apple held apart in separate hands. “What are you here for boy? Come to feed the fishes too?”
Offline Mercedes Darcella Oct 28 2020, 2:20 AM
#2
  • Corzya
  • Age: 26
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Human
  • Rank: Officer
  • Total Posts: 3
  • Played by: Noella
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Mercy had made herself take time away from her duties, but that didn't mean she needed to do it at full tail. Rather than sit back and relax, Mercy wanted to have a bit of fun, and fun included men and drinks. She made her way along the docks and paths of the Mainland, waving with little interest to those who greeted her. She didn't want work, but she also couldn't help but enjoy her work almost as much as she wanted to please the Royals who Governed Corzya. She hadn't traveled too much outside the island, but she had knowledge of Humans, Dire and Exmiri and the idea that Svalbard had done experiments on the Dire themselves only dull the harsh life of any Slave on Corzya. Still, Mercy had no remorse in doing it, not even for children, though she remained fair.

She didn't think too much of others, but she had to draw a line. Mercy held a strong rule that no slave be subject to any adulterous acts as a child. She also disapproved of unnecessary violence. Money needed to be made, and a corpse didn't cost much, any more than it did buried in the ground to rot. She supposed that even Dire had rules, though she hadn't minded herself to dwell on such things too much.

Her feet brought her to a tavern, a place of drink and good company. Mercy reached into the shouldered bag she carried to house various item including, coins, various potions, provisions and so on. She produced a coins and dropped them onto the bar, ignoring cat calls for the moment. "A bit smaller of a Pint, please." The bartender raised a brow at her. "Quickly, I am in a hurry." She lied. In truth, she had much of the afternoon to spend, but Mercy kept things on a schedule. She drank her ale at the bar before moving on, a sudden disinterest from the constant catcalls. She wouldn't be with a man who's sole purpose was fucking her. There needs to be something more. Besides...something caught her attention on the way in....

She needed to blink twice, but the drunken man was him, alright. She spoke in the Huma, her island oriented accent apparent. "Boy, huh?" She chuckled. "I never would have guessed the previous Officer of Corzya would sink so low, that he couldn't tell breasts belonged to the one who carries the future of any man." She had never had children. She likely never thought she would. Mercy liked to remain her own boss, not dangle on a mans arm following him about like a lost puppy. She stood on the dock behind the man, watching the back of his head curiously. If anything, his demotion had either hit a nerve or he simply lead himself to the drunken state he posed before her. Regardless...she expected more.
Offline Borius Oct 30 2020, 3:21 AM
#3
  • Corzya
  • Age: 48
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Human
  • Rank: Howler
  • Total Posts: 15
  • Played by: Rosie
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Plip Plop Plap! Those bubbles popped as soon as they began. They did. The thinner or crudely cut pieces of able so hacked they more looked like crumbs were just floating there still, at the water’s surface.

When he turns, he catches the scent of an inferior tasting pint on the sea breeze, as well as the smaller silhouette of a person affected partly by the dark. And some black leather- some of the good stuff.

Right she was. She had a pair of tits – that she did. And red hair that she had pulled away and tied behind her like someone here for business. Instead of tossed around, out and over her shoulders like he liked them. The fun womens that liked to have a bit of fun. Not that he didn’t like combing through the long locks of a man too.

"A very fine pair of tits,” he says, he makes a small slurping or gurgling noise just before he continues. As he finishes crunching the apple that’s now goo at the back of his mouth and finishes swallowing – no tries- once, twice and thrice. A dry throat it was. Parched. But neither another ale, whisky or salty sea water would do well with that- no, no, no. Although he had had an adventurer in his youth slurping sea water before when he was on the colder isles. Drove you a little mad it did.

“-You gotta show them off a little though, little miss – for better see,” he demonstrates, using his pointer and index finger to pull at the opening at the collar of his tunic – pulling it further apart to curse the woman with thick curly chest hair, flushed pinkish skin and the unsavory odor of his sweat. He grins as he says this, smugly- drunkily. Apple and knife still in held in one hand or the other. And he takes a bite.

He should care for his words; it occurs to him. Even if the officer before him was still what he considered a little fresh, and a little skinny.

If only in the slightest like the after taste of the salt and grease of a basket of chips after you’ve already had a few tankards to dull your other senses.

He always had a well taste for the ale, gin and rum – though it was true as well that he could be a lot more…functional than he otherwise upholds himself now. Caution could be another word, when he instead had a bit more of a looseness and nihilistic apathy.

So of course, he doesn’t – not really in the sense of how another man might of responded. But perhaps the standards of chivalry were here and there lower, in the land of piratery.

“What future do your breasts hold for me now?” he says, with the reflectiveness of a half truth – a joke coated in meaning, as he smirks again (whether by intention or the muscles in his cheek and the tightness of his lips constrict in one side).
Offline Mercedes Darcella Oct 31 2020, 2:02 AM
#4
  • Corzya
  • Age: 26
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Human
  • Rank: Officer
  • Total Posts: 3
  • Played by: Noella
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Mercy watched the man expose her board of chest hairs and snorted at the sight. He truly was off the deep end and Mercy decided she would have a bit of fun, if not to teach the man a lesson about drinking so much. If she wanted to, she was willing to wager she could pick pocket him after false attempts to seduce the man. Still... her respect for the old man made her sigh and guess she might as well play along though not to get too far with his childish mind currently in play.

She gestured to the whole of him and laughed. "Breasts who would not sleep with a man drunk to his gills." She glanced back at the tavern then met the mans eyes. "Have you a room to sleep tonight, or have you bled your pockets dry?" Turns out she didn't have the mind to mess with him, but she cared for his dignity as a former Officer, no matter the reason of his demotion. She supposed she ought to get him to a room and sleep off his drunken state so that she could ask him about his dealings with slavers and any advice she could gain from the experienced fellow. She knew she would need to mind herself, for a woman and a man alone in solitude led to many things. Mercy had no desire to lay with this man, though she likely had laid with those much lower on the food chain.

That was how she liked it though. Those of lower stature meant nothing, thus no risk of commitment or dirty feelings of love. There might not have been times with the slaves that she could recall, but Mercy had her reasons for the things she did. Her stature brought power and with it, freedom, though she operated within not only Kings rule, but also her own Morals. She moved to his side and grasped the druken mans arm with a firm grip. Get up. We will take you home" She said when he didn't budge.
Offline Borius Nov 16 2020, 3:46 PM
#5
  • Corzya
  • Age: 48
  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Human
  • Rank: Howler
  • Total Posts: 15
  • Played by: Rosie
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‘Breasts who would not sleep with a man drunk to his gills,’ the lady said as she gestured to him.

He had not known that was on the table. He swallowed, his tongue and throat dry, before he tilted his head to the side a little all the while looking at the little miss. Kinda in the manner of an annoying parrot. “How about one to his liver then?” he asked, like some dropping in his level of drunkness would get him there. But let’s be honest vomiting had very rarely ever turned a woman on.

Still she looked at the tavern and uh perhaps that did meet her fancy when she looked into his eyes.

“I’ve had a room,” he says.

Also. “Had it around with me somewhere,” he says again, and for some reason pats down his pockets.

He grinned as she grabbed his arm. “Easy tiger,” with the smugness of a cat, and an exposed top row of teeh that remain smiling above his lip. The woman pulled at him also, and he gets a little suspicious at first. Cocks an eyebrow up.

"Aye, we. Only you though heh? Unless you have a twin? What might her name be then?” he talks, and rambles as he follows the young pretty and unfortunately sober redhead along.
Offline Mercedes Darcella Nov 18 2020, 1:24 AM
#6
  • Corzya
  • Age: 26
  • Gender: Female
  • Race: Human
  • Rank: Officer
  • Total Posts: 3
  • Played by: Noella
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Mercy rolled her eyes as the man leaning on her shoulder slurred away about sex with twins and taking her in his bed if she fancied him. Though this was not the case at all, Mercy figured she ought to slap the man a few times once they entered his room. He seemed not to have his key which remained a matter that she would overlook and that she would care for him and hopefully knock some sense into him.

They paused briefly at the desk of a preoccupied clerk who took a look at her, the man who practically draped her shoulder and then back at her. "A room for the night." She said simply. She may have grunted slightly under his weight, but she did her best to not show too much struggle. The woman nodded and tossed a silver key to mercy whilst giving the room number six...right across from room nine. Damned if she were to let him know that this room was across from her own. She nodded to the clerk and led her friend up the single staircase. No matter how much nonsense he sputtered, she would run him out as she focused on her task.

Once they reached the room, Mercy opened the door, led the man inside and let him fall to the bed as she moved to close the door. "Finally..." she glanced around and found a bowl of cold water which she wanted no time in retrieving and splashed the liquid into the man face. "Sober up, man." She demanded.