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| PMD14 | Sep 7 2012, 10:30 AM Post #41 |
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The young man gave a polite grunt, as polite as a grunt could be, and blew a wafting cloud of smoke to the side before proceeding. He took no effort to hide the fact that he was sizing up the gunslinger, looking him up and down, specifically eying his bags and the spot under his coat where a revolver might sit. "Cash is fine. These days, most'n want to trade with it anyhows." He gave a nod, as if supporting his claim, before continuing. "All travel 'board the Horiz'n is discreet, my good sir. Price would be a solid three hundred, extra fifty with meals included. It's a short run, y'know - some folk like ter bring their own munchies." He flicked the cigarette by his side, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. "Cap'n likes to have a sit down with all passage folk, y'know. If yer in'rested, I can just have your name and a sign of the Creds, an' we can find you a bunk, traveller." He spoke with a sense of simplicity, though the gunslingers keen eye could see beyond it - this man, young as he was, clearly knew what he was doing. |
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| Balketh | Sep 8 2012, 01:07 AM Post #42 |
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As the man rattled the prices off, Tobias cocked an eyebrow almost instinctively down at him. Despite the fact that he had a bag full of uncountable amounts of credits, he reacted, how some would say, appropriately. "Fifty fer food? Could buy a ruttin' banquet fer that. You offerin' me fresh meals or protein?" He said in an incredulous tone. "'Cuz if it ain't fresh, I got two hours t' be goin' 'n gettin' my own..." Rustling the inside of his coat pocket, Tobias drew out a small wad of credits with an intentionally slow motion. He flicked forward a few bills, surprisingly totalling to exactly three hundred credits. With no effort, he flicked forward another fifty. "Three hundred down fer the trip with a guarantee y'won't leave without me, an' fifty to... Appease th' Cap'n, convince 'im havin' a sit down ain't all necessary." The tall, nameless figure kept his eyebrow cocked, gazing down at the other man. "Jus' wanna quiet ride, real discreet." Briefly, Tobias managed to catch his own voice, bouncing off his hat and back to his own ears. The strange accent he'd manifested was unbelievable to his own mind, but sounded... Strangely natural. |
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| PMD14 | Sep 10 2012, 10:59 AM Post #43 |
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The young man gave a grin as he accepted the notes, not bothering to count them as his eyes stay locked on the gunslingers. He slipped the wad of notes into his chest pocket, taking another long drag on his cigarette before extending a hand in welcome to the man. "Names Reylan, sir. First mate of the Horizon." A hardy grin, as if Tobias' strong words ahdn't had the desired affect on him. "Don't be fussin', we eat fairly well on ship. It's only a short trip anyhow, y'know." After shaking hands with the stranger he wiped his brow, taking a few steps back into the shade of the cargo bay. "Like the sign says, liftoff is comin' soon. You need to do any bus'ness, or should I show you to your room, Mr...?" |
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| Balketh | Sep 10 2012, 11:24 AM Post #44 |
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Tobias cut his gaze from the stranger, 'Reylan', lowering his hat completely as the hand was offered to him. He took it with a brief hesitation, and shook it twice. Instinct demanded he attempt to crush the other man's hand in a friendly, overpowering manner, but he fought it off, and instead kept his hand soft and malleable in the grip of the shake. "Whatever y'say, Reylan..." Tobias echoed seemingly absent-mindedly at the man. Finally, when he inquired to the tall, dark man's name, Tobias shot him a disapproving glare, cocking an eyebrow solely as if to say 'Really? Didn't I emphasise discreet with enough credits?' "Call me Havo..." Tobias replied after a fairly long pause of disapproving staring down at the 'cowboy', but almost choked back the name. "Hav... Lock." The grim-looking man cleared his throat. "Call me Havelock. Sorry, Eavesdown whisky." He grunted with more gravel than usual, to add surprisingly believable performance and credence to his blatant lie. "S'not my real name, o'course." The tall man suddenly threw out the extra line, an extremely unexpected tidbit for the effort he put into lying. It was one thing to lie about your name, it was another to admit it as well. He grinned, bearing his surprisingly white, orderly teeth at the first mate - though it was the kind of grin you'd see on a wolf in an insane asylum, if there were such a thing. The best lies are often truths... Half-truths, even more so. "An' if yer food's up to scratch, then I got no business here whatsoever." Never having taken his eyes off the first mate of the ship, Tobias let his hand linger down by his hand cannon's grip, perfectly levelled to sit less than an inch below his palm. "Sooner we leave the better." He muttered. It slowly dawned on him exactly how much of an improvisationalist he seemed to be, which at this point had ceased to surprise him. |
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| PMD14 | Sep 10 2012, 03:29 PM Post #45 |
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An eyebrow rose and a smile, perhaps an uneasy one, spread across Reylan's face as he nodded at the introduction, lowering his face a little. "Not a problem... Havelock." He then turned, walking into the ship, his swagger suggesting that their deal had been completed and that the gunslinger was to follow him. "Already got a few passengers on board, so it might be a bit cosy. Follow me down the back here, I'll see if we can find yer a room." He led 'Havelock' through the cargo bay and beyond, passing a small infirmary. Further back there were the passenger dorms. Until then, the pair didn't come across any other souls, the younger lady from earlier having disappeared. Int he common area, though, the passengers made themselves know. "We got four rooms, mister. And more then that many passengers. You don't mind sharing on such a short trip, or...?" The suggestions was clearly that a room to himself was going to cost. The common area, where a small table, a couch and a few chairs sat opposite a large bookcase, was populated by a few others - an older man who was sitting uneasily on the touch, typing on a portable computer; a middle aged women was sitting at the table talking quietly with her young boy; and a small, younger looking lady was just heading out of the area when Reylan and 'Havelock' entered. The first mate caught her before disappearing to the rooms. "Ms Cobb." He was speaking to everyone, and they listened, though for some reason he specifically addressed her. "This here is Mr Havelock. Joining our little family for the flight." The old man and the woman offered polite smiles and nods, the young boy looking frightfully at the gunslinger before turning back to his mother. |
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| Balketh | Sep 10 2012, 04:35 PM Post #46 |
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With a heavy, weary sigh, Tobias trailed the main in through the ship. He felt drained, but determined to at least get as far away from Persephone as possible. As they walked into the common area, Tobias hissed under his breath. "Jus' gimme a corner an' promise me peace, I don't care where." The slouching tower muttered over Reylan's shoulder. He paused as the man idly introduced him to a very specific member of the passengers. Slowly, his left hand reached out almost from the shadows, the same tanned colour as his skin, yet oddly... Matte, perfect in complexion; it gripped the man's shoulder, and slowly began to tighten to somewhere between 'uncomfortable' and 'is he going to break my shoulder'. "Friend, discreet is my M.O here. I don't need introductions. Just gimme the basics an' show me my room..." The tower growled in an almost sickly sweet, 'pretty please or I'll break your shoulder' tone. |
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| Jamie Cobb | Sep 11 2012, 07:34 AM Post #47 |
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(OOC: Sorry in advance, I’m a little rusty )An easy ride, at least that’s what the young brunette wanted out of this passage on the Horizon. Seemed easy enough especially with who her fellow passengers were: an older man always on his computer and a mother and son. Yea, a real group of troublemakers those were. Even with a simple ride, Jamie still couldn’t seem to let her guard down as much as she wanted to. With living every moment from when you wake up to when you lay your head down at night completely on her toes, it’s hard to do anything but. She was getting better, not every little sound made her draw her gun, of course her hand grasps the handle of her knife, but that progress…. Right? The young sibling was on her way out of the common room when the second in command caught her with their newest passenger and introduced him. Her crystal blue eyes scanned him immediately. She didn’t like what she saw. Suspicious would be putting in lightly in her book. It set off a lot of alarms in her head, especially the way he was grasping the man’s shoulder and growled something under his breath that was just loud enough to catch. “What’s the matter.. friend?” the brunette’s nice words seemed to sting the ear when they hit it. “we make you nervous?” She finished, placing her hand on her hip and popping her below out, cocking her hip to the side. She was planning a nice relaxing passage and god help any person that gets in her way of that.... including this new stranger. Edited by Jamie Cobb, Sep 11 2012, 09:05 AM.
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| PMD14 | Sep 11 2012, 09:30 AM Post #48 |
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As Jamie initiated conversation, Reylan took the moment to squirm out of the gunslingers grip and took a few steps toward the door, a dirty grin on his face. "Right. Ya'll play nice, now. We'll be prepping for launch and then Cap'n will come see ya'll for a sit down." He turned to Tobias. "You two can be room mates in the back bunk. It's big enough." It was clear he was referring to Jamie, and it was clear that the choice was deliberate, for his entertainment. With that, the first mate departed, whistling a hearty tune as he went. |
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| Balketh | Sep 17 2012, 12:10 AM Post #49 |
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Tobias was left standing with a sneer spread across his face, and he scowled at Reylan before he vanished, turning to the woman who'd addressed him in an overly cocky manner. "Kid, y'all're the least of my problems." As he spoke, the towering man, looming lower than usual due to the low-ceiling situation of ships, more out of precaution than direct necessity, immediately took a decisive step toward his room. The confused masquerade he was playing, a mixture of gruff gunslinger and shifty smuggler, frightened Tobias internally, but he had neither time nor place to show it. He made for the door, intent on sourcing out his room. A corner to sit in, a place to tip his hat low, and a wall to put his back against was all he wanted; that and a quiet ride, not one filled with sass from cocky brunettes. Even if she was quite easy on the eyes... Edited by Balketh, Sep 17 2012, 12:11 AM.
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| PMD14 | Sep 17 2012, 09:41 AM Post #50 |
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The small room was actually the largest of the passenger dorms - there was a bed on either side, a curtain running down between the two like one would expect to see in a hospital, and a small chest of drawers at the end of each bed. To the newcomers dismay, it seemed the Cobb girl had already claimed one of the bunks. |
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| Balketh | Oct 3 2012, 11:06 AM Post #51 |
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Easily enough, the ruffled man made it to his room, only to find it shared. With a growl, he slid in and closed the door. Grabbing what passed for a pillow from 'his' bunk, he tossed it into a corner near the door, and walked over to it. Deciding it better not to de-kit, Tobias made himself as comfortable as he could without removing his duffel bags. Finally, he drew out his revolver, a massive, metallic block of a barrel and all, and checked if it was loaded. Satisfied that it was, he sat in the corner, back to the wall, and stared at the door, ready to ride the trip out in quiet security. He kept the hand cannon near his own legs to mask its presence. If that bratty girl were to reappear, he would make every effort to leave the room in silence. A thousand and one things were missing from his mind, and he didn't need the distraction of a piece of tail breathing down his neck all day. |
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| PMD14 | Oct 8 2012, 01:55 PM Post #52 |
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Some time went by as the gunslinger relaxed, the light sound of talking coming from the common area. After what could have been half an hour, the ships started to come to life and he felt the engine roar outside as a crackled voice came over the speakers. "Prep for take off is a go. Little sooner than expected, so we'll be more than sticking to schedule." The voice wasn't familiar and as Tobias mulled it over, a quiet knock at the door introduced the first mate again. Reylan smiled at Tobias where he'd taken up a spot on the floor. "Cap'n is keen to have a sit down, stranger, if you wouldn't mind." |
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| Balketh | Oct 11 2012, 04:34 AM Post #53 |
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Twisting his head slowly to one side, Tobias glared up at the man, Reylan, who had frankly been a pain in Tobias' rear since he boarded. Some unknown part of him screamed to pull the trigger of the gun in his lap, pointing directly up at Reylan's smug grin. The soft click of the big, metal hammer gently being released wasn't exactly reassuring. Tobias rose slowly, and flicked his coat back, holstering his weapon with blink-of-an-eye speed and precision. His coat hadn't even begun to reach its peak when the gun was holstered. The heavy leather fabric whipped as it peaked, and flittered back down against his back, where silence then reigned; he stood at full height. With both hands, Tobias straightened his duster, cracked his neck slowly and meaningfully, then walked to the door, standing just before it. Gazing far down at the man with half-lidded eyes, Tobias let his memory-less tongue run free for a moment. "Y'know I don't blame the captain... But you? You're one annoying sunovab*tch. Thick-headed, too; ain't nothin' but a good .454 would crack your skull." His tone was almost matter-of-factly, like a torturer talking casually to his captive victim, if the torturer had a voice of gravel mixed with a slight hoarseness. "A theory I'd enjoy testing greatly." With a heavy sigh, Tobias continued. "Take me to 'im, but let's make it clear - " Leaning down slowly, mostly to stoop under the door frame, Tobias menacingly leant over the other man, simply so as to get him to move out of the way. He lingered, however, and stared the man down. "I do mind. Just be lucky I'm not the sort who gets easily riled up over losin' money..." Ducking under the door, Tobias made his intent to follow the man, and made his annoyance obvious by blatantly resting his hand on the grip of his hand cannon, thumb sitting idly on the hammer. |
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| PMD14 | Oct 11 2012, 08:31 AM Post #54 |
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Reylan gave a nervous laugh at the skull cracking suggestion and, convinced the newcomer was following him, made his leave. They moved silently through the common area - everyone but the young lady had retired to their quarters; she was propped up at the table in one corner, reading a magazine lazily. She gave paid them no attention. The cargo bay seemed to be the destination, where two other men were tying down the last of a few larger crates on side of the bay. One of the men, dressed in cargo pants, a white shirt and a dirty black vest, smiled to Tobias as the pair entered the bay, standing up straight and cracking his back. The other, a smaller, tubby man with a comb-over, just continued moved the crates around until he was satisfied they were positioned safely. Reylan stayed back to the far end of the bay, leaning against the door frame. "Mr Haw... Havelock, is it?" It was the young man in the vest who'd spoken, taking a few steps across the open cargo bay floor to meet Tobias midway. A revolver hung by his waist. The ship shuddered then, ever so slightly, and the absence of the Black could be felt outside the hull. They were away. "Welcome aboard the Horizon. She's something, don't ya think?" |
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| Balketh | Oct 11 2012, 09:02 AM Post #55 |
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Having finally made it to the cargo bay, Tobias was surprised to note there was only three men in total in the cargo bay. He could hear Reylan hang back as he moved into the bay. He walked straight up into the bay, and gazed down at the younger man, cocking an eyebrow. The massive, armed man eyeballed the vest-wearing one, and opened his mouth to speak. "-" Before he could even get a word out, Tobias caught the very first words of the young man. The sound of his hammer clicking could be heard easily across the quiet bay. "I heard that..." He growled, gripping his hand cannon tight. "I said Havelock. That wasn't the name on yer mind, I gather." He growled yet again, tipping his hat lower. "Y'got 5 seconds t'start talkin', or I draw." He gave his words a moment of silence. Fear crept up his spine, yet it didn't affect him. His mechanical limb clenched tight, to its utter limit. "D'you really want that?" A final, low growl given ended his speech. He wasn't even sure he was talking to the captain, but that didn't matter - he was fairly damn sure he was now on a ship filled with people who knew more about himself than he did. And that was bad news. |
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| PMD14 | Oct 11 2012, 09:21 AM Post #56 |
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The young vested man took a single step back, holding up a hand as the clicking echoed around the bay. Reylan remained where he was, the third man finished with what he was doing, backed towards the stairs that led up to the catwalk. Despite the tension levels going through the roof, the vested man still had a smile on his face. "Easy now, hold up. None o' that is necessary." A moment later he couldn't resist anymore, and started to laugh out loud. Tobias heard more of the same from behind, from Reylan. "Oh, man. You're just like the stories tell, y'know?" The man took another step forward, shaking his head. His hands had never gone near the revolver firmly clipped to his belt. "No, no, y'got it all wrong." He extended a hand out to Tobias, or Havelock, despite the distance between them still being a few meters. "I'm Captain of the Horizon, Tristan Dustfoot. It's only a pleasure to have you on board, sir." He was still on the brink of laughing, a genuine smile on his face. "You wanna put away the peashooters and have a drink, or what?" |
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| Balketh | Oct 11 2012, 04:55 PM Post #57 |
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"Y'seem to have the misconception that I'm joking." The silence that followed Tobias' quiet statement was deafening, but the noise that followed was even louder. A single click barely got its chance to echo in the cavernous cargo bay. The sound of a hammer striking metal - the metal of the end of a .45 calibre round. The brilliant flash of light was only a few feet from Dustfoot's face, and the roaring thunder of the cannon was unlike anything a single-handed weapon should sound off. Amazingly, the weapon barely kicked in his hand; Tobias had expected it to buck like an unbroken stallion, but it barely moved. That wasn't to say it didn't want to - it simply couldn't in his vice-like grip. By all accounts, Tristan should be dead. If that was what Tobias wanted. The shot was aimed unconsciously, though he wouldn't directly admit it, straight past Tristan's ear, and into the corner of the bay. Somehow, he realised instantly that if his aim was true, the shot should ricochet back off each side of the corner, and end up somewhere within a few feet of it, with nary a scratch on the hull. Of course, he still wasn't at the point of trusting his own thoughts, let alone his own aim - but all that would have to wait. In a scary piece of machination, the autorevolver in Tobias' hand had rotated its own chamber and cocked its own hammer from the recoil of the shot. With a twitch of his finger, it would fire again. He made sure, this time, to level the barrel directly to Tristan's head. "I don't miss." He growled, solidifying the complete intention of his shot. "You caught me at the worst possible time, and I'm playin' fer keeps here." Glaring out from under the very brim of his hat, Tobias kept a keen ear out for the two behind him, but continued to growl the most menacing voice he could manage at the Captain of the ship. "Start talking, or I show you how much I don't miss. What do you know about me?" Edited by Balketh, Oct 16 2012, 07:16 PM.
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| PMD14 | Oct 16 2012, 10:32 AM Post #58 |
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Tristan stopped, shocked, and took a step back with both hands held out before him. "Woah now... let's just calm down... what do I know about you?" He looked confused, worried, and kept glancing at Reylan who was standing silently behind Tobias with one hand on his sidearm. "What does that even mean, what I know about you? I mean, everyone's heard the name..." His words faded off before he could finish, and Tobias could almost hear the gears in the Captains head turning over. "Wait... do you know what happened yesterday?" |
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| Balketh | Oct 16 2012, 07:31 PM Post #59 |
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Without warning again, Tobias acted, striding forward as Tristan stammered out his reply. Like a snake lashing out at its prey, the towering, dark-clothed man lunged out to grab the young captain by the scruff of his collar. As the hissing plates of is metallic grip closed around the fabric, in the back of his mind, Tobias thanked his subconscious for not lunging at the captain's throat... In the same motion, his pistol-bearing arm swing around wide, seeming to immediately, and unconsciously, lock onto Reylan with barely a glance. Now towering over Tristan, the bloodlust in his own eyes, Tobias barked down at him. "You don't seem to GET it, you ching-wah TSAO duh liou mahng!" He boomed directly at the poor man. "So let me spell it out for you! I don't know WHO I am or WHAT I've done - I can't remember a damned thing! All I know is that I'm armed, I'm desperate, and I can kill all three of you before any one of you gets the draw off!" Dragging the young captain up and forward, just to the tips of his toes, Tobias growled terrifyingly into his face, staring at him eye to eye. "So start. Talking." Ching-wah TSAO duh liou mahng = frog-humping S.O.B |
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| PMD14 | Oct 18 2012, 11:49 AM Post #60 |
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The expression of shock on Tristan's face turned quickly to fear as he was snatched up by the gunslinger, unable to reach for his gun in time. Reylan quickly produced his own weapon, reluctant to fire, and froze as he ended up at the end of Tobias' barrel. Tristan started to open his mouth, most likely to plea as apposed to answer the questions he'd been asked, but before he could everything turned white and Tobias felt himself falling down. A sharp flash of pain exploded behind his eyes, boring into his skull. Around him the white materialised into a room again, cold and dark and sterile. He began to shiver, though sweat poured down his face. A flash of light and he was in the cargo bay again. Blood. It was everywhere. Tristan was dead. Reylan, dead. There were six other bodies there, too. And just blood. Everywhere. Tobias blinked, unsure of what he was seeing, and the cargo bay came flooding back as he remembered it. He was flat on the floor now. His gun was a few metres away, likely kicked by Reylan who was standing over him. Tristan was only a few steps away, his own weapon now drawn. Both were just staring at the gunslinger, shock and fear on their faces. Tobais ached all over. "What the f-" |
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