Sheva and her deadly clique walk with Tekun down to the docks. blooded Noxian warriors one and all in full gear, resident pirates and other inhabitants wisely give them their berth. They scarcely notice the Yordle in their way, as they discuss leaving for Zaun.
What caught Titus' eye are the Iron Maidens, Sheva, and Tekun walking down the docks. The people surrounding the humans gave way to the battle hardened warriors and Titus soon gains interest.
He quickly moves closer to the group, still in his dark cloak so that no one can see who he really is.
Along one of the docks, a rope hung loose seemingly for no reason until one might venture to look up. There, a small airship would linger looking like it'd had its fair share of usage over the years. The sail at the front was down, and the engines cut as a sole woman would hang upside down from the stern. Her leg wrapped up in the rope to make it easier to slide up and down, with part of it also wrapped about her waste allowing her to secure herself and work on the engine she hovered in front of. She'd have her goggles down, and a blow torch ignited, welding something back in place with a look of intense concentration on her features.
The Sky Pirate frowned a hint at whatever it was she was fixing, before killing the flame and tweaking another few bolts with a wrench. "Hm. That should help with the output.." She muttered to herself.
Post by malcolmgraves on Feb 24, 2013 4:47:01 GMT -5
Out from one of the taverns that scattered the docks came Graves. In his right he held Destiny, ready at any moment to fire if need be. His left contained a whiskey bottle, to drink to his hearts delight on a usual Bilgewater day which consisted of drunk pirates and bar fights.
He took a swig of whiskey and scanned the docks for new ships, spotting Gangplanks and Miss Fortunes counted upon the number...as well as another familer ship. An airship at that. He remembered the girl,Skylark, from the card game...is mind a bit cloudy of what happened that night.
" Better go spat a hello.." And he began walking to the airship.
Upon arrival he looked up to see her working on the engines and knew one way to gain her attention.. He aimed Destiny at an angle that would miss the ship (and her) yet fly by dangerously close and fired. The rounds cracking by the sky pirate as she worked on the ship.
After a moment he yelled out " I think ya' owed me ah drink! Oh, and how did ya' like the shotgun lesson?" He scoffed.
Sky had let the torch fall loose beside her, strung up by the hose that gave it fuel. However her wrench was in grip. and her head was partway inside the engine hold. As the shotgun fire went off, her head jerked down smacking the inner floor harshly and dropping her wrench into the engine. She'd curse loudly in Ionian, before pulling her head out with her hand rested atop it.
When she saw Graves there, and heard him, her brows flattened with annoyance. "I don't owe you shit, Outlaw!" She called back as she pulled herself upright, and started to fish inside the engine for the lost wrench, "You shoot at my ship again, I'll hang you from your entrails from the port side."
After she'd retrieve the wrench, she'd stuff it into her obi and slide her way down the length of the rope with ease before dropping onto the dock in front of him. She'd smirk slightly, trying to hide the annoyance at the fact that he'd shot at her ship, "Besides, if you're any kind of gentleman, you'd be offering me a drink."
Post by malcolmgraves on Feb 24, 2013 5:27:23 GMT -5
He just laughed while she yelled back at him, regaining his composer when she dropped in front of him. "Drink eh? Guess ah' can deal with that for some company round' the docks." he hefted destiny over his shoulder and grinned.
" Suppose i would have ta' buy a drink for ta' girl who takes ah' stroll with me through Bilgewater." He replied smugly. It would be a change from his solo adventures through town and this time with a equal minded individual, oh the bar fights to come and the drinking to commence. He adjusted his arm so that the cape covered it and Destiny from view. Nobody touches the shotgun..
Last Edit: Feb 24, 2013 5:30:17 GMT -5 by malcolmgraves
Sky watched him cover his arm and destiny up with the cape before shrugging a bit, "Yep. So where to? Been a while since I wandered Bildgewater for more than a few fights, and resupplies." Grinning as she'd start passed him to head down the length of the dock. She didn't have much to say for the moment, though the thought of stirring up trouble with Graves only gave her more reason to be excited about being in the pirate town.
Post by scriptsthird on Feb 26, 2013 17:37:14 GMT -5
"Come on, boys! Put your backs into it! Chop-chop!"
On the docks, a certain bowler hat wearing merchant stood watching his hired hands carrying crates of various sizes onto the deck of a fine ship that was clearly meant to carry highly valuable goods across the sea. The Merchant of Death was no stranger to the people of Bilgewater, as he was a notorious dealer of arcane arms, a veritable collector and seller of cursed relics that were said to give their wielders incredible powers. The price, of course and suitably, was rather steep, but Damian Faust made his living from those fools who were desperate or wealthy enough to pay the exorbitant fee.
Besides the man himself, there were four larger and more physically built men with him. They were all members of the crew that would be overseeing the transport of the precious cargo that Faust was entrusting to their ship. The rest of the crew had yet to arrive, as Faust had only just hired them to move his wares across the sea to the mainland - he even paid up front!
Post by Richard "Scrod" Wiedemann on Feb 26, 2013 18:53:01 GMT -5
Not too far from the coast one would be able to see a little dingy captained by a single, albeit large, elderly looking man. At a comfortable pace the small little boat made its way to the docks and upon reaching them the man tied his small boat up and gathered his things.
"Per' usual, feels like I do more fishin' then catchin'..." Scrod muttered to himself chuckling, he was in a good mood. He slung his fishing-pole over his shoulder with one large fish, easily 50 pounds, hanging from the end of the line making the rod bend comically.
He made his way down the docks, taking his time whistling to himself. Scanning the docks he saw a few oddities, namely the now "famous" Outlaw of the League Malcolm Graves and a strange looking man wearing fancy clothes and a bowling hat.
He made his way over to the man in the cap since he was closer just to see what a rich looking man was doing around the docks of Bilgewater.
"Givin' by yer' fancy clothes n' such ya must got coin comin out yer' rear end, hahah! Mind an old salt like myself askin' what ya' got in all them crates there bowlin' cap?" he asked Faust grinning to himself at the nick-name he had already given the man.
Post by scriptsthird on Feb 27, 2013 0:50:31 GMT -5
Faust, who was busy directing the four brutish crewmen in safely moving the crates aboard the ship, arched an eyebrow as he was spoken to. The merchant turned his head to affix his violet gaze upon the one who addressed him to nonchalantly, only to find an elderly man adorned in the rags of a fisherman. The Bilgewater-born aggregator gave his elder a smile and nodded in respect to the man who appeared to be pushing more years than himself.
"Ah, hello, fine sir! Just come back from catching some fish, I presume?" Faust eyed the fishing rod bent over the older man's shoulder. "But it appears you've only got the one. Are they not biting today?" It was clear that the merchant didn't want to speak about his cargo, which was understandable since the contents were how he made his living and a secret that should only be known to himself and those who would seek to purchase them.
((Aw where'd Sheva's post go? D: I was gonna reply!))
Sky carried on down the docks with Graves beside her. She seemed pretty relaxed, and unworried. Nothing particularly unusual here. Rich looking people came and went - most of the time with far less then they arrived with. Such is the way of Bildgewater after all. Pirates here were notorious.
The sky pirate gave the Faust a once over, then the old man as she'd stroll along with the well known Outlaw of the League. She'd stop nearby to them and grinned a bit, nodding her head towards the cargo.
"Whatcha packing?" She asked the bowler wearing man.
Post by Richard "Scrod" Wiedemann on Feb 27, 2013 9:31:18 GMT -5
Scrod took note of how the man completely dodged his question by changing the subject so quickly. He could take a hint, he obviously didn't want him knowing what was in the crates. While it did make Scrod a bit more curious as to their contents he truly didn't care enough to pry anymore about it.
"Oh no, they're bitin' sumthin' fierce, I just aint catchin' them all that much. Way I see it is there aint no limit to how many times ya' can go fishin' so I figure I take this decent sized one, sell it n' make ends meet fer' the day." he replied as he motioned towards the rather large fish on the end of his line.
"That n' ya' can only bring so much back with ya' when yer' in a lil' dingy like mine if you aint tryin' to swim back to shore with yer' catch, aint that right bowlin' cap? Hahah" he laughed heartily at his own joke as he took out his pipe, lit it and began to smoke.
"Ah, almost forgot! Names Richard Wiedemann. Folks 'round here call me Scrod..." It was at this time he noticed Sky make her way towards them with Graves in tow and ask about the crates as well.
"Miss..." he tipped his hat to welcome her with a genuine smile and then paused before he looked over to Graves with a raised eyebrow.
"Aint you that big bug League champion, Malcolm Graves? Can't imagine what brings a man like you back to Bilgewater..."
Post by darkomega3 on Feb 27, 2013 19:13:38 GMT -5
If Graves,Sky,Damian and Scrod would turn to their backs,they would see Nautilus slowly rising from the depths of the water,not getting out of the water because the planked floor might not support his weight at all,he then looked at Graves before saying.
"Graves...have you seen Gangplank around here.....i need to know if he has found the whereabouts of the guilty..." He looked at the other 3 before turning back to graves.
Post by malcolmgraves on Feb 27, 2013 19:44:03 GMT -5
Graves followed Sky until she stopped to talk, just a minor talk until they reach the back alleys. Looking over the so called "Merchant of Death" trying to sell off his wares for extraordinary prices. The stories of his "goods" were enough to keep Graves from wanting whatever the man was selling. Then turning his attention to the older fisherman, looking the man over. Just looks like a simple man who would rather fish than watch the League of Legends.
" Yep, ah' make sure ta' come by Bilgewater for games of chance and the saloons are sure as hell more exciting here than anywhere else." He revealed Destiny from under his cape and propped it over his right shoulder.
Upon hearing a deep voice, Graves turned to face Nautilus. It was quite the surprise to randomly find the titan of the sea.
" Na, try his ship out in ta' bay. From what ah' seen he is not around the town."
Last Edit: Feb 27, 2013 20:00:57 GMT -5 by malcolmgraves
Post by Richard "Scrod" Wiedemann on Feb 27, 2013 20:22:29 GMT -5
Scrod nodded his head in approval of Graves response, and mostly ignored the behemoth of a diving suit that was Nautalis. One doesn't get to be as old as Scrod without seeing a lot of strangers things in your time.
"The saloons, eh? I can see yer' angle on that n' I agree with ya' on how riled up they can get..." he replied chuckling a bit.
As Graves slung Destiny over his shoulder Scrod couldn't help but admire the craftsman ship of the gun. It reminded him of his younger days when he was still living life on the edge and to the fullest.
Truthfully, had he been younger he probably would have had the ambition to try and become involved with the League, but that was all behind him now. His days of excitement were long behind him now, although he did actually enjoy watching and hearing about League matches from time to time in addition to his fishing.
"I gotta say I seen n' handled me a great amount o' firearms in my time but that gun is still one o' the most amazin' things I ever did see. If I could get me one like that my old ass might just stop fishin' fer' a livin' n' take to piracy, hahahah!" he sad jokingly as he took another puff from his pipe.
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