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Post by Orivy Assassin on Apr 17, 2005 16:39:33 GMT -5
Orivy leaned on the wall of an alleyway which faced the sea. She narrowed her eyes skeptically as she scanned the waves ahead of her. If no work showed up in a day or two she would have to move on; this Dream Valley port was too tame for the likes of her. She got strange looks wherever she went, decked out as she was in a black trenchcoat and with a sullen look in her eyes. In her line of work, she could not afford to draw that kind of attention to herself. Anyhow, the area clearly had no work for assassins or pirates - it was too clean, too quiet, too safe.
But as she turned her head something caught her eye. A ship had docked which she found intriguing. It did not look like the usual trading boats which flocked Dream Valley's shores; rather, it looked comfortably familiar. She had never seen this particular ship before, but she had certainly seen others like it...
Orivy was fairly sure that she would be getting involved in some way with this mysterious vessel. She stepped back into the alleyway and was suddenly gone.
[OOC: RatSkull, your call to come snoop around town - Ivy'll be watching, so you won't have to do much for her to find you! ; )]
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Post by Bella on Apr 19, 2005 12:25:21 GMT -5
The brown stallion had supervised the crew as they got the ship restocked, and as they all made their way off he had stayed on board a while longer. He hadn't sailed on a ship without Jack since he was part of Glarung's crew a decade ago, and had never captained a ship without her. He could run the ship on his own, oh aye, and could get the treasure and make it home without a helping hand. But when it came to just hanging out around town he was hopeless.
With tenative steps that were nothing like his usual character, Ratskull desended the plank to the dock and made his way into the filthily bright town of Dream Valley. Jack, how could you do this to me? How could you leave me on such an important run by myself? Things will not be the same anylonger - they cannot be. With a sigh he got himself lost in the crowds that were always near the docks as he thought on what he would eventually have to tell Jack when he saw her - that she was no longer co-captain of his ship.
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Post by Orivy Assassin on Apr 19, 2005 16:35:19 GMT -5
With a sharp eye peeled from a dark corner Orivy saw the mysterious ship empty of crew. But none looked to have any real authority, and so she waited.
Finally, far behind the others, a brown stallion stepped down the gangplank. 'Ivy pushed herself from the wall she was leaning on and wove herself into the crowd.
Silently she surfaced beside the pirate, who appeared to be lost in thought. She was vaguely disgusted by his lack of attentiveness, but there was that voice in her head that reminded her how much she needed work... and upon closer inspection there certainly was an appropriate salty rough air about him. [OOC: Hope that's all true and I'm not stepping on your toes! ; )]
She fell in step, turned her head to look into the distance beyond him and said, so lowly that no one nearby but he could hear, "YOU don't belong here."
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Post by Bella on Apr 20, 2005 13:20:40 GMT -5
Ratskull had indeed been lost in thought as the stranger appeared beside him, and misstepped when she spoke, although not enough to trip himself up or even need to catch himself from falling. He turned his head just slightly to take the mare in and process what she had said. Then he turned his head back straight and lowered it slightly as if moving against the rain although the sun was out and the breeze from the ocean was minimal.
"Its quite obvious that you do not either, and so I can guess that you are in need of work?" Ratskull had been confronted by enough ponies looking for work on his ship in the past that he could tell them at a moment - when he was paying attention. "It just so happens that we have had a recent purging and are in need of an extra hoof or two."
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Post by Orivy Assassin on Apr 20, 2005 15:18:46 GMT -5
Ah, he may have stumbled at her appearance, but his words proved the stallion was sharper than she had thought. Good! Her pride, swallowed by begging for work, was somewhat restored.
"Indeed, four hooves, one deadly."
Orivy turned her head casually as she spoke, as if disinterestedly taking in her surroundings, but her ears were both pricked towards the pony beside her.
"I'm Orivy." She flicked open one side of her trenchcoat casually to reveal the glint of a gold handle, and as she spoke she glanced into the stallion's eye. "What are you looking for?"
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Post by Bella on Apr 20, 2005 21:27:46 GMT -5
"Right now our immediate need centers around a master theif," Ratskull said quietly as he continued to walk into the non-existant wind. "If your interested be on the ship at dusk."
Ducking around a corner towards a little-known pub he left her in the street and took to drowning his anxieties over Jack in the strongest liquid he could find.
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Post by Orivy Assassin on Apr 20, 2005 21:38:31 GMT -5
Perhaps the stallion had missed the point of her glance; but more likely, once again, her killing skills were probably unneeded.
As the brown pony ducked away, she turned towards the beach to take a walk on the relative solitude of the sand.
She mulled over his proposal. A thief? It had been years since she had stolen anything - her assassin fees paid a decent living now - but in her younger days she had been fairly talented at it. Nothing technical or brilliantly planned, but she was swift and silent and that counted for a lot.
Also, she remembered, the flip side of any thievery is loot.
Orivy put one hoof in a pocket and felt the few remaining coins rattling around at the bottom.
They sealed the deal. She would be on the mysterious stallion's ship at dusk.
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