Post by The Saltwater Scourge on Jan 14, 2014 23:44:13 GMT -5
September 1st, 23 CLE
The walkway hit the deck with a solid thud, opening the ship to the group that had gathered there. Wealthy merchants, famous pirates, business owners and celebrities of Bilgewater climbed aboard the ship and were ushered into the gallery. Barrels or grog and rum were found inside the surprisingly clean mess hall. Rows of seats lined the central table.
The pirate king himself had yet to make an appearance. He was likely waiting for all thee guests to arrive and be seated.
Post by The Tidal Trickster on Jan 15, 2014 7:38:28 GMT -5
While most of the visitors preferred getting on the ship from the pier via the walkway, the Trickster was a different breed as usual. Swimming around the Dead Pool with Chomper, who was keeping watch of the bay as usual while hunting for food, he quite rapidly figures out that the meeting was in the hull of the ship, in the mess hall. So, he makes a high sound, too high for the human ear, signaling Chomper to give him a boost.
And a moment later, the Dragon Shark lunges up from the water, launching Fizz into the air and landing him on the deck of the ship while the Shark crashes back into the sea. Surprisingly enough, the Trickster seemed more serious than usual. He knew the Saltwater Scourge well enough by now that this meeting was for a reason, something big was afoot. As such, he seemed prepared for anything, wearing an ornate helmet that looked somewhat like a seashell, and a battle harness of Atlantean origin built more for mobility than defense.
He quickly slides over the deck with the water his entrance had splashed on the deck and makes his way to the mess hall. He then sticks his trident to the floorboards of the hall and sits on top of it, his feet curled around the shaft of the weapon in an in-humane position, waiting for the meeting to begin...
Post by The Bounty Hunter on Jan 17, 2014 5:37:52 GMT -5
Sarah Fortune headed up the walkway with her usual strut, hips swaying almost hypnotically to the sailors that watched her board the ship. Although she wore a faint smile on her lips, the bounty hunter's eyes were watchful, quickly identifying and labeling the so-called 'big guns' of Bilgewater.
As Miss Fortune entered the mess hall, she blinked in surprise and grudging approval; Gangplank had done well to make sure the influential were present. Her eyes scanned the room one last time, settling briefly on Fizz. She smiled once in acknowledgement and continue looking around.
"Hm," she muttered to herself. This meeting was sure to be interesting. With a quick movement, she hooked a nearby chair with her leg, bringing it close. Sarah Fortune sat gracefully, making small talk with the people nearby, as she waited for the meeting to start.
Post by The Titan of the Depths on Jan 17, 2014 18:05:56 GMT -5
With a sound like distant thunder, the floorboards of the Dead Pool's gallery would begin to quake ever so slightly, traces of dust shaking loose from the ceiling above. Something within the depths of the hold was stirring, rousing itself after the lengthy voyage back to Bilgewater. The quaking continued in a ponderous rhythm for a short time until it was joined with the beat of impossibly heavy footfalls and the creak of straining planks. At last, the cacophony's source was made clear as a vast shadow fell across the gallery entrance.
Stooping slightly to enter the great room, Nautilus gracelessly made his way into the meeting hall, scarcely taking a notice when the edge of his ever present-companion, his massive anchor, gouged the archway in passing. The elaborate setup was lost entirely on him, the Titan's gaze passing over banquet and guests alike. He was not there to revel and partake in the pleasures of high society; such things as food and drink had long since lost meaning in his world. He came as a matter of obligation, both to Gangplank as a 'member' of his crew, and as a champion of the Institute of War. No matter how appalling his transfiguration was, Bilgewater had again called him home.
There was also the matter of investigating the so-called 'elite' of Bilgewater while they were assembled in the Dead Pool. Despite his inability to remember all but the vaguest details, there was always the slightest chance that at least on of them would be in attendance. The meeting would be a chance to perhaps dredge a memory from the haze that perpetually clouded his mind, a chance to peer into the darkness. Information would be his purpose in the meeting, a grim intention that his seemingly clumsy gait belied to no end. With a final set of rumbling thuds, the Titan positioned himself in a secluded corner of the gallery and casting his baleful gaze out over the growing assembly.
Post by The Saltwater Scourge on Jan 20, 2014 20:20:57 GMT -5
A mighty kicked open the door from the deck bellow. Gangplank strolled into the crowded gallery, a cheer coming from all the pirates present. "Greetin's me hearties! Yar har har!" he yelled as he walked though the gallery. He greeted every leader and champion in the room, even giving a curt node to Miss Fortune.
He then strolled to the front and stood on a table, so all could see him. "Me mateies! Me hearites! Me rats of Bilgewater! I be' callin' ye here fer' a reason! Fer' too long 'ave we grovelled and bow to tah' Institute and tah' Summoners! We pirates' used tah' be free to sail tah' seas!" Another cheer came from the pirates in the room.
I propose we be takin' Bilgewater back fer' ourselves! Tah' Grand General of Noxus himself has offered us an alliance." As he spoke, some of his crew would pass out papers with the deal written on it. The deal would detail how Noxian vessels would now protect trade ships and galleons for half the fee they were paying in Institute. They would have less cargo restrictions, such as carrying firearms and more alcohol. All they would have to do is leave the Institute and join in an alliance with the other city state.
"Fer too long 'ave we been divided amongst ourselves! It be time fer' us to unite together! It be time we made out own course!"
Mummers of excitement flooded the room. Traders talked of profits and new expansions. Pirate dream of raiding and pillaging again like the good old days. As of know, the crowd seemed very favourable to the idea of alliance.
Post by The Tidal Trickster on Jan 21, 2014 4:10:43 GMT -5
Fizz silently watches Gangplank as he enters, as loud and sure of himself as usual it seemed. An offer from Swain... that could be good for Bilgewater, but wasn't a sure thing. Not all landdwellers were to be trusted.
That contract's all nice and good on paper, but what says that Swain'll keep it? If Bilgewater drops from the Institute, he might just ya know... forget his side? That one's a crafty one, all I'm sayin'.
He looks over to Miss Fortune, knowing that the Bounty Hunter would be most likely against anything that Gangplank would offer. Fizz himself however, was more concerned about his home. He'd seen and heard pf the kind of power the Institute commanded, and leaving them for a promise from someone who was called the Master Tactician, could turn out sour.
Do ya know what exactly Swain's got planned Plankie? Ya know I'm all for more freedom and stuff for Bilgewater, but I ain't sure that guy's trustworthy. Who knows, he might be tryin' to manipulate everyone in order to take stuff over or such.
Fizz shrugged, waiting for responses from the others. No matter what happened, he would stick around Bilgewater, it was his home now, and he and Chomper would be there to keep watch. If the Noxian deal went down an unexpected path... they'd make sure Noxus wouldn't get much from it.
Post by The Bounty Hunter on Jan 25, 2014 1:11:33 GMT -5
The Bounty Hunter crossed her arms delicately as she listened to Fizz. When he finished, she snapped her fingers, quickly drawing the attention to her.
"The Trickster knows what he's talking about." Miss Fortune began, glancing at the Saltwater Scourge with distrustful eyes. "Swain isn't to be trusted easily; that man has an agenda and he only plays his cards when he's sure of winning."
She shrugged, leaning back on her chair. "Fizz is right; if we cut off all alliances with the Institute, what's to say Swain won't just laugh and let us rot?"
She shifted slightly in her chair, her hair cascading down. The Bounty Hunter gave Gangplank a coy wink. "The deal sounds good, but I'm not biting."
Post by The Titan of the Depths on Jan 25, 2014 19:12:51 GMT -5
Throughout the proceedings, and for some days before, Nautilus had been eerily silent where the proceedings were concerned, content to simply observe with a half-lidded gaze. What use had he for politics and debates when he was but a mockery of the race involved? Negotiations of trade, allegiances, fees, they all meant so very little to him. But somewhere in the exchange of the present champions, a few choice words seized the Titan's attention. As the frail woman, Miss Fortune, concluded her brief question to Gangplank, Nautilus steadily stirred from his position to the side of the assembly. The rivets and plates of his suit strained audibly as the hulking behemoth pivoted slightly to face the two speaking champions, eyes blazing to life from within his helmet. A sound rang from deep within, a deep rhythmic rumbling. Nautilus was...chuckling?
"Don't be naive," the Titan intoned, hefting his anchor as his gaze narrowed slightly. "Laugh and let you rot...hah. You speak as though the Institute has not done so already. Held back, given just enough to not break free..."
Even through Nautilus' impossibly deep tone and periodic pauses, any and all listeners would be able to discern an edge of contempt boiling beneath the surface. With a rumbling grunt of effort, the Titan dropped his anchor crown-first to the ground with a resounding thud before continuing.
"The Institute is a farce, playing you for fools," the giant seethed, his baleful gaze sweeping the room. "I speak from experience when I say that they will deny you justice, deny all that you seek. Their interests are not your own, and you would continue to be their puppet...bah. You have nothing to gain by staying in their shadow. They cannot, and will not, help you."
Post by Richard "Scrod" Wiedemann on Jan 26, 2014 16:57:25 GMT -5
"Never take to sawin' on the branch that's supportin' you - that is unless you're bein' hung from it. Way I see it that's exactly what the Institute's been doin' all along. It's why the Swain went n' got his state out of the Institute in the first place, he knows just as much as we do that the Institute ain't doin' right by no one but themselves." Scrod interjected loudly from where he stood next to the kegs of booze. He had arrived with Gangplank but hadn't said or done anything but pass out the papers that detailed the deal Swain was offering. He hadn't planned on voicing his opinion, never having been a fan of debates or politics in the past but felt it necessary to at least say something.
"I say we take the deal. Fact o' the matter is we don't need the Institute, they need us. Plain n' simple."
Post by The Saltwater Scourge on Jan 30, 2014 12:29:50 GMT -5
The pirate glared at the bounty hunter. He knew to expect resistance from her, which had sent some doubting whispers among some of her supporters. Fizz's doubt also help to spread more doubt. Nautilius' and Scord's support brought more positive talk among the pirates and others against the Institute.
"Bilgewater an' Noxus 'ave always had good relations, I've been havin' talk with Swain me-self. He ain't got no reason to leave us high n' dry. I not be' doin' this fer' gold 'er power. I be doin' this her me home. I love Bilgewater as much as ye' other salt dogs. Do ye' think tah Institute be willin' tah help us if tah' Void 'er tah Shadow Isles comes our way? We'd be drop'd fastah' than a traitor off tah plank! I do this to make sure we be havin' allies that watch our backs! Not forget us when we help!"
Post by The Tidal Trickster on Jan 30, 2014 13:20:02 GMT -5
Guess we can't really know 'till it happens though Planky... Noxus may've liked us before, but we can't know if this Swain's gonna be the same. Who knows, he could be playin' us for fools.
Fizz leans to the side, hanging off the side of the trident as he looks around with his large, aqua colored eyes. There were seeds of doubt, and seeds of chaos in the eyes of the pirates. The latter was common, the first one not as much. There were only a few things that made pirates doubt themselves, and it seemed this was one of them.
If he's good for his word, that deal sounds pretty dang perfect for our fair city. If not... well, Chomps and I'll make sure any ship don't get close to us.
He laughs, grinning wildly at the pirates before setting his gaze on Gangplank. The Saltwater Scourge looked after his own behind usually, and this care for everyone else in the city was something new and rare. Perhaps there was a good man beneath the murderous, selfish pirate. Or perhaps this was just his way of covering his own behind, as Bilgewater was his haven...
Post by The Bounty Hunter on Feb 5, 2014 2:15:57 GMT -5
Miss Fortune scowled as Nautilus chided her. She tossed her red hair angrily. Who did he think he was? She glanced around the room as other members pitched in their ideas. As Fizz voiced his opinion, the Bounty Hunter crossed her arms impatiently.
She butted in as Fizz finished. Sarah Fortune stood up, proud and tall, bosom positively heaving with indignation.
'What would an alliance with Noxus entail for Bilgewater?' She bit her lip, her fingers gliding over the Shock's hilt and snorted. 'The only way I can see Noxus protecting us against the threat of the Shadow Isles is because they're in league with them.'
The Bounty Hunter sat down once more, rubbing her temples. 'I want the best for Bilgewater as well.' she announced. 'If we go through with this deal, we will be more chained to Noxus than we ever were with the Institute.'
She shot a look at the Titan of the Depths, eyes piercing. 'Some shadows are more dangerous than others.'
Post by The Titan of the Depths on Feb 12, 2014 15:31:42 GMT -5
At Miss Fortune's smarmy retort, Nautilus only returned a a baleful stare, the Titan's expression impossible to read within the depths of his helmet. Such opposition, such disorder. In truth, the alliance meant precious little to him. To him, Noxus was simply the name of the home of several individuals whom he had ritually slaughtered and was in turn slain by for what seemed like ages, waiting for information and secrets that had never come. The Institute of War would pay for using him like some mere tool, no, a mere amusement. Both they and the Institute alike would pay.
"And some shadows," Nautilus rumbled in return, "Must be braved, to escape from their grasp. Already you are shackled, suppressed by the Institute. Tell me, Hunter. Will the Institute allow you to seek out and destroy the one who made you who you are? Will they do so if this 'one' is among their favored champions?"
"Trickster," the Titan continued, shifting his gaze towards the comparatively diminutive Atlantean. "Has the Institute given you the answers of your people? Or are they too holding you prisoner with promises they've no intention to fulfill? You would be better served in seeking the truth without their lies fouling your path."
Post by The Tidal Trickster on Feb 13, 2014 16:04:16 GMT -5
Fizz turns to momentarily look at Nautilus, staring at him intensely then suddenly bursting into a hysterical fit of laughter, almost falling off of his trident.
Ya don't know a thing 'bout me, do you Nautilus? I didn't join the League to find my kind, I joined 'em to serve my new home. All they know of me and my kind, is what their... "Judgment" or whatever revealed, which didn't even scratch the surface of what my people are like.
He then rebalances himself, leaning off from the trident and looking at the Titan with a predatory grin.
Why would I trust some landdwellers I don't even know, to find somethin' far deeper in the Depths of the Sea than they've ever seen? What I search for won't be on ground, making it more useful for myself to search for 'em alone. Or maybe with Nami's help... the seas are restless these days.
He then jumps off the trident, pulling it from the floorboards and leaning it against his shoulder.
My path always has been my own. I'll find my people my own way, but until then... I do what I can to protect my new home. Wouldn't be fun to lose my main stomping ground, now would it Naut?
Post by The Saltwater Scourge on Feb 26, 2014 17:50:17 GMT -5
Gangplank gritted his teeth as the champions began to argue amongst themselves. They were here to decide something important, not argue over petty grudges.
"OI!" he shouted, drawing the attention of the room. |If ye' lot be done with yer' little "chat, we be gettin' back on track 'ere!".
As of this point, Fortune was his biggest opponent. If he got her on his side, the deal would be a sure thing. He paced the room to the door near the back. "I invite ye' all tah' enjoy me grog and discuss amongst ye' selves."
"Fortune" he said calling to the bounty hunter. "Meet me on tah' bridge." he asked her, before turning and walking through the door.
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