Active Six Assassins: Part I [Clearwater Cove]

[SixSense]

Mikhail Xudriess
Titles: Fae, Lune Elf
Character Sheet

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For a while now, Clearwater Cove had been the perfect place to lay low and blend in. The collection of odd inhabitants that made up the population allowed for someone of Mikhail's appearance to fit in without attracting too much-unwanted attention. Hell, if there was going to be any attention attracted, it was most definitely going to be on purpose! Places like the Fae see were too pompous and the Empire and Republic perhaps a bit too barbaric. Someone of Mikhail's pedigree preferred somewhere a bit more roughish, and he found that within the Savory spittoon. Recently returning from the bar fight that had transpired, Mikhail held a rather annoyed expression on his face. "Damn guy had to get shot when I bet on him, what a dumbass," the Fae said as he stumbled back into the establishment, his pockets 500 Rykes lighter. The elf would adjust the guitar case slung over his shoulder as he made his way back to his seat near the bard, looking to listen to some more wonderful tunes.

He paid no mind to the fool who had just barged into the tavern, it wasn't the first time some loudmouth guy popped into the bar nor was it the last. However....potentially free food at a time when he just went down on money? This was an opportunity that was hard to pass up, and with that Mikhail would approach the man with flowing long hair with an inviting smile.

"Well Yabani, you came at the perfect time because I'm in distress." He would extend his robotic arm towards the man, and behind his shades, he would look past the Fae in front of him to see an old man standing close. "This guy with you?" Mikhail asked, holding his grin as he analyzed Yabani's body language making use of [Insight F]. Either he was about to be a victim soon or he's in on it with this old man, perhaps a new hire for the shady business. "Not that it matters, I'm interested in what you shouted when you came into this tavern. You don't look like you're from here and from the looks of you and your ingredients. I bet you know your way around a fire. If you have extra ingredients, I'd love to try some of your cooking. I'll even throw in a song." [Persuasion F] Mikhail smiled as he adjusted the guitar case on his shoulder.

Actions.
1. Use Insight F on Yabani and the old man
2. Use Persuasion F on Yabani

Maverick Six Tobi Naefaerne

 

[SilverFeathers]

Raia (#4064c3)​

Character Sheet
Maverick Six Tobi Naefaerne SixSense​

"It was nothing really. Wayyy briefer than I imagined. Thought it'd take longer." Raia scratched her head in response to Pam at the thought, wondering how Izzy could possibly treat her later on with what little information she seemed to have gleamed. Her body was nearly completely unnatural and artificial, wasn't it? Maybe Izzy had mistaken her for some similar race? Perhaps food for more thought later, but well, whatever the answer, she probably didn't care enough to correct or clarify.

Nodding at the explanation given, her ear fins briefly twitched at the sound of gunfire before she smiled. "Why am I not surprised."

Relaxing back into her seat with familiar company, Raia had to admit she felt quite a bit more settled than before her brief departure. With the examination not being as thorough and annoying as expected, and the clamorous crowd around having relatively thinned out... she just felt she could breathe a little easier.

Twirling her fork with an uncanny dexterity considering her claws, she chowed down quite comfortably, oddly enough rather enjoying the simple grilled fish she had been served, even if it was solely because of her mood. "Oh, right. Forgot about him." Though she paused briefly at Pam's reminder, she continued to eat without much care as she vaguely thought back to the lively stranger that was their dear doctor's newest acquaintance. Thoughtlessly playing and doing tricks with her fork, she did feel a little bad for forgetting about him, but in the end, food was never a big thing for her anyway.

As if on cue, a familiar-ish face burst through the main door with great fanfare, almost making her wonder how she could've forgotten his boisterous existence in the first place. Perhaps she just got used to tuning him out on the boat ride here? Who knows.

Though she was going to call back and wave him over, somewhat unsurprisingly it was a stranger that responded to his loud entrance first. Assuming it was just some passing comments being shared, she dropped her fork and wandered on over, peering into the bulging grocery bags before helping take a couple off of Yabani's hands. "Whatja buy?" She asked harmlessly, paying little heed to two strangers beside him. "The other three might take a bit. Can come sit down with us if you want whilst you wait. Or keep mingling." She shrugged without much care, moving to head back towards Pam with a small smile.

 

[Maverick Six]

Starring (Goals)

Pamela (Maverick Six) -

• Deal with her Cashback AKA [Wanted] Title

Zeke NeramoDJI

• Find a New Hideout

Raia SilverFeathers

• Bond and watch each other's backs

Izzy Moonberry

• Bond and watch each other's backs
• Give the crew a physical
  • Raia
  • Zeke
  • Pam

Yabani Tobi Naefaerne

• Spread his name and the name of his god
• Obtain groceries for a good meal
• Prepare a good meal for the crooked blades

Mikhail SixSense

• Find Some kindred souls
• Play some tunes

Clearwater Cove​

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Silverdale, Savory Spittoon

Characters: Zeke and Stella, Pamela, Izzy, Raia, Yabani, Mikhail

Pamela (Duh)
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Tavern 1

A calmer tune had taken the inside of the inn now, giving the current bard a little break. The song was one familiar and simple, which allowed her to relax in comparison to the previous bar's intensity.

WHAM

The doors flew open loudly. A few people looked over as Yabani kicked open the door and shouted. He was met with some strange looks before most got back to chatting. "Hey "laddy" You break that door and you're payin' for it, one way or another." He said, squinting as he looekd at Yabani. For around the first time ever, he sounded.

"Must say, I might have to make a fourth rule for ye while I'm at it: No insultin' my wife's cookin'. I'll let it slide for now."

Ears twitched and turned in a direction behind her. But one didn't really need very large ears to tell who walked in.

"Finaaaaaaallly." Pam said, groaning her words out as Yabani finally re-entered the bar.

Pam got up ever so slightly less gracefully than she usually did. She had to take an extra step to not lose her footing, it has been a long time since she was ever anywhere near close to buzzard and lacking the same acclimation to it that Izzy had. Having her muscles be more relaxed wasn't all that much of a bad thing, but she could tell her reflexes were much slower. How Izzy managed to fight like this was beyond her.

Yeesh I dunno how Izzy fights like this.

Still, she was far from drunk. Just buzzed. Once she realized how she'd been hit, she walked over just fine to Yabani for a second. "It's about time. Where the fuck were you?" She said, pointing right in his face.

Briefly, however, Pam's nose curls for a moment. She raises a brow as she sees a man who. Despite the stench the guy had, she was surprisingly used to it -- even if he'd caught her attention. The same couldn't be said for those who'd gotten near.

"Who's this guy?" Pam was always weary of strangers.

The old man smiled at Pam as she looked at him. Yabani had asked the old man what his name was previously and without much pause, the old man had told them one. "The names Barden! I metchur friend here on the street." He motioned, before returning a rather gentle and amicably. pat to Yabani's shoulder.

Barden​

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"You smell like a dog." Pam said bluntly and in a manner cruel.

"And you," Pam said to Yabani. "The hell took you so long? You smell sweaty and like you been roilling around in somebody's bed. Don't tell me you visited the brothel on your way." For a moment, Pam's hand became a blur.

Swish.

A subtle wind accompanied the swift, blur-like movement of her hand. She'd practically plucked the money from Yabani's person [Pickpocket] with precision. He might not have noticed she'd taken the money until after she started counting it right in front of him, comparing the amount to what he'd bought. There weren't any signs he'd visited the brothel. Or at least, there wasnt a notable amount missing.. "Maybe you got someone cheap."

Soon, some of the people had begun to pour back in as the fight in the back had ended. A bit of chatter filled the room, having some aftermath of the jubilation in it. It hadn't filled up to where it was, as people at the Savory Spittoon were known as particularly pugnacious. Some people felt like remaining outside. Though rather than dueling, it had become more the brawling the place had been known for.

Of the two who'd left, it was the angered man who'd returned. He walked up right up to the table, claimed his winnings, and left the bar promptly. While he was covered in a bit of blood and a bit rough for wear, he was overall a bit less miffed then when he lost his bet.

As the others began to enter, there was one soul who seemed to know this group. Pam's swiveling bunny ears turned to one who approached, and her eyes soon accompanied. Mikhail appeared smack dab in the middle of Pam's conversation. The declaration of food appeared to have brought.

"Man, you seem to attract a lot of strays." She said to Yabani, noticing how Mikhail.

"Strays? I know this whole like the back of my hand! I know almost everyone who comes in and out of the town, even though people come n' go pretty often."

Mikhail's Insight Yielded a few hints, that might have otherwise gone unseen.

Spoiler: Mikhail's Insight F

"Barden" appeared to have a slight twitch in his eye when telling Pam his name, so small it was invisible to the naked eye. This is an indication he is lying about his name.

"Barden" is telling the truth in concerns to his talents

Generally, the old man was quite nervous before, having residual sweat from having exerted himself before. But he is currently as calm as he appears, if not a little confident. The man however, seems to harbor a hint of that nervousness whenever he looks at or near Yabani.

In the face of Mikhail's [Persuasion F] request, Yabani would feel an inclination to take this man up upon his request. After all, he knew he'd bought plenty of products to spare. Not to mention that he was going to add a song to go with it.

"This food better be good. Hurry up will ya? Izzy's lookin' everyone over up there. And YOU." She pointed to Mikhail and then the old man. "Our crew eats first. Can't say I care after, I guess.." Begrudgingly, she felt the need to allow at least one of them to eat. And by extension, the old man too. She didn't wanna play too many favorites. There was also the fact that some had taken to eating already.

A suspicious glare shot out all around her as though she was afraid she was going to attract more.

A second set of eyes was upstairs in the form of a lady who appeared to be constantly sweeping and cleaning. Going through the rooms, before she'd go to sit in a chair positioned at the end of the hallway. While she was wearing a modest maid outfit with pants, there was a pistol and cutlass at her side, even as she replaced bedsheets and setup rooms. Most rooms were occupied, thus she appeared to sit down at the end of the hallway...and watch.

Zeke went upstairs for medical inspection. But as it turned, it seemed that the drink that Izzy had downed hit a bit too suddenly. Not only this, but they did have a long trip there. She'd laid down for just a second's rest, but by the time, Zeke had already gotten there. She didn't have any injuries on her person, leaving little indication of foul play. She mainly was uncovered and as it seemed, blissfully content.

Meanwhile, downstairs, the Bartender felt the need to chime in. "Cooking is fine. Just make sure you do it out in front. You can bring the food in here."

Noticing Raia's smiling at her, Pam smiled back.

"Say, Raia, you know Zeke asked me a good question. And it's got me curious. You have a dream of some type? Whattaya wanna do? Or are you like me, and haven't thought that far ahead yet?" Pam could hardly recount a time where she did come up with a "grande" aim beyond a way of life. Always had she more or less been something of a follower. And now that she was lost, it appeared her most immediate thoughts were to friendship and survival.

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Spoiler: Pamela Actions

Pamela Actions: 1/3

1. Pickpocket - Stealth F, Sleight of Hand F, Energize F - A form of larceny that involves the stealing of money or other valuables from the person or a victim's pocket without them noticing the theft at the time. Able to be done to small, handheld items. - Grade F - 0 Post Cooldown [Take back her coin from Yabani]
2.
3.

Spoiler: Barden Actions

Barden Actions: 1/3

1. ??? [No target]
2.
3.

 

[Tobi Naefaerne]

• Yabani || Atreian Warrior

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  Interacting With/Mentions:
  Maverick Six
  Moonberry
  SilverFeathers
  NeramoDJI
  
  Languages:
  Common, {Sylvan}
  

  ~Six Assassin's~
  Yabani's Character Sheet
  Equipped Titles:
  Genasi(Fire), Mundane Fae, Born For This
  

  

  
  

• Yabani || Atreian Warrior

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  Silverdale, Savory Spittoon
  
  Yabani couldn't help himself, he had been building an ethos in his head, one he must follow that got eyes on him. He wasn't sure when he started it, but he knew he wouldn't be easily forgotten if eyes were on him. And if he weren't easily forgotten, then just maybe others would hear the name of his god as well. That being said, as Yabani was criticized about the door, the flame man looked back at it.
  
  "The door's fine! The things sturdier than most of the so-called men I've bumped in to!"
  
  And as Yabani was about to remark on the cooking of the other fella's wife(which he's literally never gotten to try), Raia approached. Yabani still wondered what exactly Raia was, but since no one else questioned her, Yabani didn't feel like being the first. Especially since she was good-looking, in the blue sorta way.
  
  "Oh, just a lotta meat, along with gaggles of spices, and a healthy amount of whatever I saw or heard y'all liked to eat! Figured if I made a bit of everything, everyone would be able to fill their bellies with whateva they liked!" Yabani sounded proud of what he had to say, though he was a little hesitant to hand over any of the bags. But since he was at the meeting place anyway he relented. "And they can take their time! Cookin takes time too! Unless we're on the move, in which case I can manage." He offered a wink.
  
  Yabani noted Pam smelled funny as she came over, but wasn't familiar enough with the smell of booze yet to understand the smell as anything other than exploding liquid. As for her question, Yabani puffed out his chest and smirked.
  
  "I had to make sure I got y'all the best the market had to offer! I also had to teach two perverts a lesson about not hugging strangers from behind and not giving surprise haircuts!" Yabani announced his answer to Pam's question to the whole room before realizing the bard Mikhail had talked to him, causing the Genasi to blink and stare at the bard. "I mean, if your song is good enough to impress the bunny- I mean Pam, then I don't see why not. But if the song isn't as good as the food, then I might have to teach ya a lesson too!"
  
  Yabani was gonna tell Pam all about the Old Man, but the Old Man beat him to it. "I'll tell ya what Pam! This Old guy, Bardent, he even tried to help with these pervs that jumped me! Ran all over trying to find help, but by the time he got back the Pervs had run away! They didn't like their clothes being burnt, and I think oneofthem was even so weak that I accidentally broke their shoulder!" Yabani laughed as he rough-housed a little, attempting to wrap an arm around Barden and shake the old man.
  
  "Also, what's a brothel? Do they have something to do with dogs? Dogs and beds? Actually, nevermind, cooking time!" And with that Yabani would step outside and start setting up the grill and goods he had bought, relying on his actual magic, not that he understood that it was magic, humming to himself as he lit the grill.
  
  Action: Heat of the Kitchen
  

  Spoiler: Skill Reference

  • Heat of the Kitchen - Domestic Arts F, Control Environment F, Magic F, Fire Affinity F, Energized F - Yabani carefully controls the heat of whatever he's actively cooking/cleaning - Grade F - 0 PC

  
  

  
  

  

  
  

 

[SilverFeathers]

Raia (#4064c3)​

Character Sheet
Maverick Six Tobi Naefaerne​

"How kind of you." Raia hummed gently in response to Yabani's cheerful friendliness. Even if she felt meh towards food, she could appreciate the thought and sentiment. Putting down such a sunny and optimistic person was never fun either. Taking a few of the bags without much fanfare, she stepped back slightly as her crewmate marched on over.

Pam seemed oddly aggressive. Whether it was the drink, whatever she talked about with Mors, or just Yabani himself, it was somewhat amusing to see. Raia had only ever really been exposed to the leporine woman's gentler side, though she didn't really know why now that she thought about it. Whether it was for better, or for worse. Cocking her head to side, she chuckled offhandedly at the brothel comment before pondering her question.

"A dream, huh." Leaning on one leg with her tail curled languidly behind her, Raia flexed and stretched her claws reflexively as the veil of memories flew by. If she was perfectly honest, she couldn't really remember if younger her had something like that. If she had... it probably would have been some naive shit like 'leading all her orphan friends to greatness and staying friends forever'. Haha. Such cute and simple times.

"It hasn't been long enough for me to have considered that far ahead just yet. Still just enjoying my current easy-going life and freedom." She brushed her hair back, her lazy smile returning in full force. "You'll be the first to know if I think of something though." She chuckled, her gaze drifting aside for a moment behind her skeletal mask, before focusing back on her bunny-eared friend. "I like to think we have plenty of time."

Listening in as Yabani told his tale, she glanced thoughtfully at Barden, but not for long. "I suppose going off on your own in a place like this should never have been a good idea in the first place." Raia commented relatively carelessly on reflection, though in the end it didn't bother her that much. He was not exactly her friend or person to be concerned for.

As cooking time was announced, she briefly followed Yabani outside to drop off her share of the bags, before stopping thoughtfully at the doorway. She glanced at Pam for a moment, quietly concluding that she definitely seemed the type to be fine and dandy on her own, Raia wasn't sure why she had a shred of worry in the first place to be honest, before turning and walking back towards Yabani. "Hey. You. Do you think I could learn a bit about how to cook from you?"

Her request was rather bluntly asked without any fear or shame, her tail stretching out lazily behind her now that there was little furniture or people around. Her thought process was rather simple. With Izzy playing such a crucial role as their doctor, and Pam and Mors wielding their street smarts with ease, she felt it would be good if she could contribute a little bit more to her new 'crew', even if it was just for mundane matters like this. That, and cooking was undoubtedly a life skill, or so she heard.

 

[NeramoDJI]

Zeke “Mors” Valdain

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Zeke wandered up the stares with a bit of a lackadaisical movement to himself, not particularly in any rush but figuring he should at least be moving there sooner rather than later. He found the room number that was given by the innkeeper, reaching forward and opening the door. When he peaked inside, he saw a certain ship doctor sleeping in her examination chair. He chuckled a moment, walking towards her and taking off his coat, laying it on her to give her some comfort while she was sleeping.

He sat on the nearby bed, deciding it was best to make sure she wasn't accosted while sleeping, keeping an eye on her, taking his hat off and setting his saber aside, still within reach should anyone try to enter the room. He decided to settle and wait for her come to. Wasn't good to wake a sleeping lady, at least as he believed. Though, could he really consider her a "Lady" with how much she drank?

 

[SixSense]

Mikhail Xudriess ​

Mentions: Tobi Naefaerne Maverick Six SilverFeathers

Mikhail held a merry smile as Raia had interjected herself, paying no mind to him and the old man as she peered into what Yabani had purchased from the store, assuming that this person must have been a part of his party considering how comfortable she was. The elf kept quiet as she did her inspection, taking note of the amount of others who were a part of this group. Pam would interject and made her presence felt quickly. It wasn't hard to know what she was thinking. Although Pam's personality was a bit stronger than the elf preferred, he could still appreciate her blunt demeanor.

Barden's reaction towards Pam's strong personality raised suspicion within the Elf's mind, he seemed a bit on edge when he introduced himself, Mikhail's seen a bit of people off their rocker within his past time and some might even say the same about him. However, he wasn't one to look past suspicious details, behind his shades, the elf's blue eyes would study the old man out of the corner of his eye meticulously as he spoke. Reading his body language utilizing [Insight F], Yabani went into detail about his adventure outside with Barden.

Mikhail held his hands up playfully, he’d surrende as Pam pointed her finger at him and Barden, "You got it Pam"he smiled playfully before turning back to Yabani. "So I've got to serenade Ms.Carrot Cake or else I'll end up beaten in a Back alley, can't say it's the first time I’ve been under these conditions." Mikhail flashed a grin as he waited for the current song to be over, choosing to pick up on what Pam and Raia had been talking about. The mention of a man named Zeke and Izzy would be noted to memory, perhaps completing all the attendants here today from the bits of conversation he heard. Her tone with the fish woman was much softer and caring. He was interested in gauging where their heads were at for sure.

As Raia spoke, Mikhail would take his guitar out of its case and tune it to his preference while holding out a sharp pointy ear for the conversation. His expression held stern as Raia spoke about her new found freedom as though it was just recently acquired. A caged canary at one point, Or in her case perhaps a fish on a hook? Now finding a second wind and wishing to ride it as far as it takes was a feeling he sympathized with. May that wind blow for a lifetime.

As the song would begin to wind down, he’d walk over hard as they finished up their ballad. His boots hit the wooden floorboards with a heavy step. The metal that adorned his body shuffled as it rubbed against his leather jacket creating an amalgamation of subtle sounds. That conversation he heard had sparked a memory, one he had long forgotten.

“May I take a turn love?” He asked the bard politely, he’d wait for them to gather their belongings before assuming his seat. He’d brush the initials ‘LX’ that were etched into his guitar with a smile as he began to play.

Bard Song

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Invigorating Ballad E - (Magic E, Magic Targets F, Bolster Str F, Magic Range F, Performance F[music], spell Duration F) Mikhail plays a song, bolstering the strength of his allies for one hour. 1 post cooldown

As he strummed the notes it was clear that this wasn’t simply an ordinary song as unknown elements came into play such as other instruments not present. He’d stare in Pam’s direction briefly, as she would be the only one to receive the song's benefits. Though as he played, his mind felt free, devoid of the Savory Spitoon, and he felt himself return to crucial memory. A memory that had birthed his love for music.

 

[Moonberry]

As the coat fell upon her, Izzy's eyes fluttered half way open for a second. Then fell heavily again as she sniffed lightly at the savory scent rising in the air. After a few more quiet moments she let out a light sigh and stretched her arms out. Rolling off the armchair in a clumsy flourish she snapped to a standing position with the captains coat wrapped around her shoulders. She stared him down, standing not so far off from him sitting on the bed.

"Feck'n hell. Ye' dinnae bring ehnny food tae share. And here I thought I might hand feed ye'." She let out a light chuckle as she took one step towards him. Then another. "Well then! Les' get started." She reached the bed and leaned forward, just reaching the point where she was invading the captains personal space. The same coy smile curling her lips as she held his gaze. No other words falling from her lips. She placed on hand on the bed beside his knee, while the other started to reach around behind him.

Her grin split wide open as her fingers clasped around the strap of her bag that was just behind him. A low chuckle emitting from her as she quickly danced back and away from him. Her hands pulling out the tool she'd used to listen to Raias breathing.

"Don't get too excited now. Ah'm jess listenin' te' yer breathin. Alrigh'?" she grinned and leaned forward to slip the cold listening device underneath his shirt and up on his chest. Deep breath now."

 

[Maverick Six]

Starring (Goals)

Pamela (Maverick Six) -

• Deal with her Cashback AKA [Wanted] Title

Zeke NeramoDJI

• Find a New Hideout

Raia SilverFeathers

• Bond and watch each other's backs
• Learn to Cook

Izzy Moonberry

• Bond and watch each other's backs
• Give the crew a physical
  • Raia
  • Zeke (In Progress)
  • Pam

Yabani Tobi Naefaerne

• Spread his name and the name of his god
• Obtain groceries for a good meal
• Prepare a good meal for the crooked blades (In Progress)

Mikhail SixSense

• Find Some kindred souls
• Play some tunes

Clearwater Cove​

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Silverdale, Savory Spittoon

Characters: Zeke and Stella, Pamela, Izzy, Raia, Yabani, Mikhail

Pamela (Duh)

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Upon hearing Raia's answer, Pam simply smiled.

"Ah. So you're a lot like me, huh? Only thinkin' a step ahead." Pamela said, patting her on the back. In a way, she clearly felt better that she wasn't the only one.

"Simplicity ain't all that bad, if you ask me. When you mention it, I'd say freedom is definitely somethin' I'd want. Being good at stealing and being strong all makes that easier for me." A shrug. Easy-going was far from the last thing to describe Pam, at least as she felt. The rush of adrenaline and her growing to like a life of near-constant training meant that she always had to move and always had to have something to burn energy on.

But to each their own.

"You do that. You're with us. So if you want something, we'll see about taking it." At least, that was how she saw this crew.

When Yabani spoke, Pam raised a brow. "What" A slight tilt of her head, a holder over the bunny blood within, despite her own front-face eyes. "Hug? Surprise haircut?" As Raia explained, it dawned on her: Yabani got mugged.

"Ooooooooooooh. Shit. Yeah. It was probably not the best idea. You don't have a scratch on you though. Guess it worked. And you know a little about fighting. Though you don't know what a brothel is...?" She shrugged. It became notable that Yabani could handle himself in a fight. Other things, she was certainly questioning based on half of what he said seemingly being nonsense.

"Now let's see how you handle yourself on the grill. Oh and the BUNNY would like some carrots please. Can have a bit of meat but I like more veggies." Pam said, becoming rather loud herself with the emphasis that his calling her a bunny hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Keep an eye on him, Raia." At this point, she wasn't even afraid him poisoning the food -- as more so potentially messing it up.

Barden watched the interaction go down without much to add. The people here had some very spicey and outgoing personalities to them. The youngsters were too high energy for the likes of him. Still, to think he was going to get a free meal out of this at least -- and here of all places. There was glance he took towards the Enforcer...and to the three rules written on the plaque in the room.

Once Mikhail approached the bard, he was felt himself met with a serene air which matched the more soothing song she was currently playing. "Oh?" The bard replied, casually maintaining. "I could use a break anyway. Let's see what you got!" It was as though she was driving a carriage and brought to a halt, as she altered the pacing of her tune and brought to a stop.

With that space was made for him to take her place. The bard took a seat right around the end of the bar, ordering a drink as she spoke with the bartender about the nature of her break.

Once informed that she was to be serenaded, Pam's eyes got a bit wide at the thought. While some people were good at hiding their expressions, just about anyone looking at her could tell her surprise "....Sing for me? Alright. Didn't have to but, I'll take it." Admittedly, Pam felt very unsure of how to respond to this. Really, she'd never imagined anyone deciding to sing for her. That seemed like something more squarely in the realm of princesses, queens, nobility and other "rich types. "

But it seemed the bard was going to have a much bigger audience than just the likes Pamela. A few others took notice and looked on -- not necessarily granting a free audience at first. Most people were wrapped up in conversation. Yet still, soon his song began to drum up some attention from the others -- due in particular to the song's excitable nature.

Pam looked at the man with arm's cross, as he b egan to sing. An ear was raised as she kept close tabs on the lyrics. The song started out surprisingly calm and as though it could be sung for anyone. But the more and more she listened to what it what it was the song was saying, the more she found herself agreeing with it -- almost as though it was for her. As the lyrics said, Pam found it was hard for her to change. To go on any type of path other than what she was on now. There was a moment where she began to stand up.

Man I wanna hit something.

Under the effects of the Mikhail's magic, Pam felt more powerful than she'd ever been and thus it was that she began to dance. Hands pumped. Hips began to move fluidly from side to side. Her arms pumped above her head. And she got a wry, knowing smile on her face. While Pam couldn't see magic -- but her instincts were sharp enough to detect what was happening in her body.

"Oh. So you're one of those kindsa bards, huh?" She said, not missing a single beat, Pam seemed to be a particular fluid due to the Bunnykin's acrobatic nature.

"Guess you're good for more than talking."

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Spoiler: Pamela Actions

Pam 1/3

1. Starts Dancing using [Acrobatics F].

Spoiler: Barden Actions

Barden

1. Takes a seat at the bar

Spoiler: "The Bard" Actions

"The Bard"

1. Takes a seat near the bartender, conversing openly with him.

 

[Tobi Naefaerne]

• Yabani || Atreian Warrior

• 
  
  
  Interacting With/Mentions:
  Maverick Six
  Moonberry
  SilverFeathers
  NeramoDJI
  
  Languages:
  Common, {Sylvan}
  

  ~Six Assassin's~
  Yabani's Character Sheet
  Equipped Titles:
  Genasi(Fire), Mundane Fae, Born For This
  

  

  
  

• Yabani || Atreian Warrior

• 
  Silverdale, Outside Savory Spittoon
  
  Despite Yabani's big personality, he at least took food seriously, and with his innate ties to fire/heat, he invested himself in cooking over the years in his home village. With cooking in mind, he didn't even call/yell back at Pam even though she yelled bunny at him. Truly, Yabani couldn't muster more heckling when he actually cared about doing something right and proper. With that care, Yabani had found a good spot to set up the grill and start staging the area for cooking.
  
  "I mean, since I left my village I've more or less been jumping between peeps that need guarding, I think they called 'em caravans, and you guys. Just love how there's danger everywhere, actually. Beats the boring hole in the ground I came from." Yabani remarked on Raia's comment as he looked over the spices and seasonings, ensuring they were all within reach. "And I can show ya my cooking and yap about it, but you'll only really learn if you can understand wantin' more, a bit of selfishness. The old man that tough me said it was the difference between survivin' and livin'."
  
  With that Yabani would call upon his magic once again, flames flaring inside the grill before reducing to a manageable state. "Givin the state of things, we need to make a fair bit of finger food, though I also grabbed bowls for sauces and a stew, if you wanna chunk the veggies, save for like, three carrots, while I prepare the steaks and breasts, that'd be great." Yabani set a large pot aside as well, "And any skins or small bits will go in this, they'll make a good base of a broth!" He smiled at Raia as the area around him heated up further, Yabani turning his attention to the various types of meat he had purchased, applying the fatty oil he picked up so the spices would better stick to them.
  
  "While I'm mostly shooting in the dark with what I consider a 'safe' spice blend, you always want some form of fatty binder to make stuff stick to your meat." Yabani explained at he worked. "Oh, I should probably ask, since I'm imparting my brain facts on ya, what's yer story? I'm pretty sure your name's Raia, but outside of that, and the fact you make blue look good, I got nothin'." He said with a focused confidence.
  
  

  Spoiler: Actions

  Action1-3: Heat of the Kitchen

  Spoiler: Ability Reference

  • Heat of the Kitchen - Domestic Arts F, Control Environment F, Magic F, Fire Affinity F, Energized F - Yabani carefully controls the heat of whatever he's actively cooking/cleaning - Grade F - 0 PC

  
  

  
  

  

  
  

 

[SilverFeathers]

Raia (#4064c3)​

Character Sheet
Tobi Naefaerne​

Even if faint, the sound of a different, livelier tune being played from the tavern doors caught her attention. Humoured by the change in vibe, Raia listened quietly for a moment before turning back to watch her new tutor.

"Wow. What a thrill seeker mentality." She chuckled smilingly, though a faint trace of distance could be heard in her otherwise amicable tone. To 'love how there's danger everywhere' was a crazy and bold line to hear from anyone. It sounded like something one would only hear from idealistic wannabe adventurers. Something only those that had never suffered could say. It was a bit of a morbid thought, but she couldn't help but wonder how Yabani would change when life finally decided to hit him.

Crossing her arms, Raia bent down a little to watch him more closely, keeping her hair at bay with an idle reposition of her tail as she listened to his advice. She wouldn't lie: she totally didn't get what he was trying to say. Wanting more? Selfishness? The only thought that kept her going for as long as she can remember was the possibility of 'survival'. Wanting more than that was just a waste of energy. Hm. Now that she thought about it, this kinda tied in to what Pam was asking her earlier too. Was it really so important to have some driving force behind your every thought and action? It's been too long, she couldn't understand. At least right now.

"Chunk... the veggies?" Raia wasn't stupid. She knew what the words meant on their own. But, even though it had been a little bit since her return to normalcy now, it was still kinda a term and thought that felt far away to her, surreal even, after six years after not seeing a peep of regular human food, apart from maybe scientists snacking on dry stuff through glass windows. Six years, huh. She wondered why it was only now that she realized how truly long it had been.

"Ah." Snapping out of her daze, she got to work, fortunately remembering to clean her claws before immediately using them to slice through each of the needed veggies by hand (Claws E) and piling them neatly in their own little groups. The cuts were clean, precise and left each of the veggies in even, proportionate chunks, using vague size references from food she had eaten or seen before.

But... "Skins or small bits... ? Oh, was I meant to skin them first? That makes sense..." She mumbled faintly, realizing the error of her ways. Immediately, she began the painstaking task of picking up everything she had sliced one by one, peeling off any bits of skin and putting them in the pot he wanted them in. "Uh, sorry, I'm like a complete newbie at this." She smiled a little sheepishly, silently hoping she hadn't made any more mistakes or misinterpreted anything. Though she supposed the chance of that was pretty high considering her history. The mention of 'safe spice blend' and 'fatty binder' were honestly also terms that she struggled to comprehend, musing over them as she worked.

"Is fire magic important to be a good cook?" Raia's gaze couldn't help but flicker over as his flames flared, wondering how much of a difference it made, and if her impromptu newfound goal would be more annoying than she thought.

"My story, huh?" She responded rather distractedly, her attention rather occupied by skinning stuff, comprehending his cooking advice and trying to watch him all at the same time. "Even my crew haven't heard it. And I doubt a stranger, if kind, would be the first one I'd choose to spill the beans to." She responded rather bluntly, her words left uncovered by her usual veil of amused courtesy due to her focus being rather occupied. "But. Hm. I can probably shared that I once looked more human than you." She chuckled faintly, watching the little bits of skin pile up in the pot somewhat satisfyingly.

 

[SixSense]

Mikhail Xudriess ​

Maverick Six

Mikhail’s playing would slow as the song reached its end, the elf playfully strumming a few more notes before letting the guitar fall silent. A smile of satisfaction left on his own face, as he brushed his metal thumb across the ‘LX’ initials on his instrument once more. He’d pick his head up to see Pam with a grin on her face, small but perhaps she was impressed. The elf would pack up his instrument before strolling over to the bunny.

“Perhaps I am a particular kind of bard, depends on who’s asking.” He’d reply back as he placed some Ryke on the counter, “Two cups of rum, one for me and the bunny” he’d order before turning back to Pam.If she would refuse the drink then it seemed like Mikhail would be in for double the fun.

“You seem like an interesting bunch, you and your crew. Chummier than most of the trash that strolls in here, myself included.” He’d chuckle at that last bit, “Still hopeful you all look, talking about your dreams and what not, grinning from ear to ear like some school girls from the Ethereal luminary academy. I’d like to propose a question. What is it that gets you out of bed every morning?” The smile would disappear from the elf’s face as he proposed his question. Generally curious as to what the bunny girl would say.

 

[NeramoDJI]

Zeke “Mors” Valdain

"Bah, the cook ain't come back yet with the food. But from what I heard, sounds like he got here pretty shortly after I got up here. And ah'll pass on gettin' fed. It ain't very becomin' of a captain ta be spoonfed like a wee lad." He replied with a chuckle, leaning back on the bed as he saw her stand up once she woke up. However, that was when she began to saunter her way over, almost with a sway to her hips if he didn't know any better.

Zeke began to lean back a bit when Izzy got closer, unsure of what he had gotten into. This wasn't what he expected at all from a physical, nor from Izzy herself. He wasn't sure if he was still in that dragons realm or not, or even why he was embarrassed, he was sure he didn't have attraction to humans, least of all that easily risen attraction. But all was made clear when she grabbed her medical bag, causing Zeke to take a small exhale afterwards.

"Don't you act like ye didn't know what you were doin' there." He said with a deadpan expression, before rolling his eyes and taking a deep breath as asked, his chest rising up with his inhale, lowering with his slow exhale, a subtle noise of flame crackling coming with each breath he took

 

[Moonberry]

Izzy listened quietly, even as her lips curled in a mischievous smile at his words. However the smile faded slightly as she heard the crackles. She told him to do it a few more times as she listened, frowning deeply.

"Dun'sound t' good there capt'n. Yeh havin' eneh trouble wit' th' breathing?" She pulled her hand and the listening device out from beneath his shirt. She followed up her question with her hands coming up to just around his jaw line. Her fingers probing gently but firmly underneath his chin. Not quite flirting. But certainly touching. "Don'feel any swellin'..." She frowned, leaning back slightly from him. Blinking up into his eyes. The frown was quickly replaced with a small smirk as she reached up and touched his cheek gently. Her fingers just barely brushing the old burn scar that was hidden. "Ah'wonder ef et's got somethin' tae' dew wit' this...ye're goin' tae' have tae' tell me about it sometime. Can't help ye' ef ah dinnae ken tha root problem. Especially ef et's some feckin' magic .." She paused for a moment, running her thumb along his Jawline, not meeting his eyes.

"As fer knowin' what ah'm doin..." She lifted her golden gaze to meet his stormy grey. The smile on her lips fading into an almost indulgent one. "Ah'm followin' th' capt'n who said he's takin' me back to the skies." She leaned forward again, only slightly. Lingering just enough to make him uncomfortable again. Then the smile turned mischievous and her hands swept into action.

His hat was swiped from his head in a quick precise movement of her wrists and fingers. She rolled it between her hands and plopped it on her head as she danced back a step or two. Grinning at him. "Aye but ah'm feckin' starvin'. Ah'm going tae' grab some food, n'maybe Pam. Ye're welcome tae' come back ahp an'join ahs later." She winked, still holding her hand over his hat on her head. Then she was darting out the door, before he could steal it back. She came down the stairs by the twos, a big grin on her face. When she reached the bottom landing she took a deep breath in.

"Oi oi oi! Music an' food! This es exactly what th' doctor ordered! An' the doctor es me!" She panned her gaze around the bar, taking in Pam and the silver haired elf, and Yabani and Raia. She sauntered over with the same grin, her hands still holding Zeke's hat in a playfully mocking manner. "Ah'm goin' tae' need some food. But then ah'll be stealing th' cute bunny, pretty boy. We've got places t' tickle an' poke." She spoke with a slow pur as she walked up next to Pam. Her arm snaking around the woman's waist.

 

[Maverick Six]

Starring (Goals)

Pamela (Maverick Six) -

• Deal with her Cashback AKA [Wanted] Title

Zeke NeramoDJI

• Find a New Hideout

Raia SilverFeathers

• Bond and watch each other's backs
• Learn to Cook (In progress)

Izzy Moonberry

• Bond and watch each other's backs
• Give the crew a physical
  • Raia
  • Zeke
  • Pam

Yabani Tobi Naefaerne

• Spread his name and the name of his god
• Obtain groceries for a good meal
• Prepare a good meal for the crooked blades (In Progress)

Mikhail SixSense

• Find Some kindred souls
• Play some tunes

Clearwater Cove​

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Silverdale, Savory Spittoon

Characters: Zeke and Stella, Pamela, Izzy, Raia, Yabani, Mikhail

Pamela (Duh)

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Free Bird (Harp)

A few mugs had been raised into the air. It was an enjoyable song and one which hadn't ever been heard. The bard smirked, listening to the song which such skill that she'd all but memorized.

"Not bad. I rather like the tune. I hope you don't mind that I play with it, said the bard." The bard's talents would become to make themselves known, as she began to play a version of the song he'd just played. However, she toyed with the tune in such a way as to make it mellower, not drawing the same degree of excitement as his tune had before and deliberately so. They'd just made their money off a fight after all. There was no need for another.

As the music had waned in favor of something calmer, so to had Pam's dance ceased. It seemed that she'd drawn a few eyes, who promptly returned to poker. Particularly at the man ordered her a drink.

"You sure a man trying to earn a free meal should be buyin' me a drink?" She said with a chuckle. But it wasn't as though she wouldn't accept a free drink when it suited her. Though her eyes carefully watched the glass while the bartender prepared it, as it was slid over in front of a seat next to him. Thus she decided to resume her seat, crossing one leg atop the other.

"Yeah. I have a good feeling about this group. Reason to be feeling good. I trust 'em." It really all boiled down to that. There were parts of it that were worrying, as at times she wondered if some of the group had the stomach her last one did. Despite that, this one was perhaps the most trustworthy overall, with only one member who really stuck out to her as less savoury. And one person who seemed especially trustworthy.

Pam leaned backward as one ear turned towards Yabani and Raia outside. [Perked]

"Raia you fucking dolt. Not gonna respond to his compliment?" Pam was snickering, given how not too long ago Raia said that nobody could possibly be interested in her.

Her attention, however, was diverted by another question, for which Pam had a very quick answer.

"Honestly feels like there's not enough time in the day. I sleep because I get tired. You'd probably need to tie me to the bed to keep me down in it." Pam took a swig of her whiskey, before placing it right back down. "If you ask me, that's one of the few things that seperates me from the types here. I want it more. I wanna be better. I want more than just gettin' by." She wasn't sure of how much to exactly tell him. It was a similar answer to what she had told Raia.

Within was a fire, driving her ever forward. But what forward meant was ambiguous so long as she could achieve her goals. Right now, she was a pirate with a path set for the stars. But she could have been a bandit. She could have been an assassin. Or she might have been mugging someone in the street just like the goons who were pursuing Yabani. To be here and in this seat right now had been just a matter of chance.

A wolfish grin. "Let me guess, what gets you out of bed is being able to get up someone's SK-" Izzy'ss hand wrapped around Pam's waist. And within moments, the body of a hardened warrior became like a limp noodle. One could see flush starting to take place on her skin. She couldn't even conjure up enough thought.

"Yeah. I'lll um. The doc's gonna look me over." She said, managing to let out a fraction of a sentence. Subtly, she found herself leaning against Izzy.

Suddenly, Pam's eyes looked to an object in Izzy's hand.

"Hey who's hat is this?" She took it without much thought in her own hands. The ears atop her head flattened to make room as she placed it atop the crown of her head. A slight sniff and she caught wind of the scent of it.

And it was at that moment she turned to look at Zeke's face.

All the while Yabani and Raia would prepare the food just outside. A few walked by, looking at what they were cooking up. The scent of what was on the grill had been enough to gather quite a few eyes on them as many passed by, Some good. And some...not.

But who was who...?

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Spoiler: Pamela Actions

1. Perked - Supersense: Multidirectional Hearing F, Heightened Sense Smell F, Energize F - It's best for many who aren't the most durable to detect danger beforehand. Ever accustomed to being frail, Pam takes a moment to assess her environment. She raises her nose to sniff the air and her ears in multiple directions toward, danger. Grade F - 0 Post Cooldown

 

[Tobi Naefaerne]

• Yabani || Atreian Warrior

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  Interacting With/Mentions:
  Maverick Six
  Moonberry
  SilverFeathers
  NeramoDJI
  
  Languages:
  Common, {Sylvan}
  

  ~Six Assassin's~
  Yabani's Character Sheet
  Equipped Titles:
  Genasi(Fire), Mundane Fae, Born For This
  

  

  
  

• Yabani || Atreian Warrior

• 
  Silverdale, Outside Savory Spittoon
  
  Satisfied with the spices on the meat, Yabani started to pull out kabob skewers, alternating between pieces of meat, and different cuts of veggies. "Listen, being new at something ain't bad, just means you can only get better at it, right?" Yabani looked back and gave an overconfident grin, "just gotta make sure that you don't fail the same way twice, and ya don't die, easy 'nough!" Truthfully, Yabani had left the easiest bits to Raia, no out of distrust, but even if she messed up, it wouldn't be too terrible.
  
  "Thrill seeker? Maybe. But I'd be betraying myself if I didn't. I have to spread Atreia's name, and if I'm some no name, how would I do that? If I'm weak because I don't face action with action of my own, how would I back up my big talk? And If I don't back up my big talk, why talk at all? I can't carry out Atreia's will without my so-called thrill-seeking, so I shall continue it until I die, and if I've done it right, someone else will pick up the torch after I'm gone, and the warriors of Atreia will fight off the dark so those that come after can live in the light." Yabani, for once, wasn't projecting his typical overconfidence, but actually seemed genuine for a moment, before clearing his throat and going back to smirking
  
  "... Anyways, I'm still not sure what y'all mean when you say spells or magic, or crap. But my fire control just makes things run smoother since I don't gotta trust a flame not to change, I can just keep it the same!" Yabani would take the pot with all the veggie scraps in it then place it on the grill, emptying a few water skins into in and tossing a few beef bones in. "And being a good cook boils down to the same thing as being a great fighter, ambition, desire, trial and error. You have to want it, it ain't enough to need it. Same difference being living and surviving."
  
  As the contents of the pot would get up to temp, Yabani would take a spoon to fish the bones and scraps out before dropping in the meat and chunked veggies, placing a few kabobs over the fire, along with seasoned steaks and breasts. "A lot of cooking comes down to your senses, smell, sight, hearing, taste, and gut feeling. The more you like eating, the more it's for pleasure than survival, the better you can be. Or at least, if you like it when others like your cooking, that can also drive ya to be better. After all, food is fuel for the body, and the better the fuel, the more your body can do." Yabani would gesture for Raia to come closer to the grill and thus the area controlled by Yabani's ability as he tended to each thing, poking at them for hints of texture change and doneness.
  
  "Well, if they don't know it, then I say it's their fault for not askin!" Yabani would state with some sass, not so much maliciousness. "You only live once, you only get remembered if you share your flame! Also, we never used the term in my hole-in-the-ground village, so, what's a human? And you looked different before? Like, smaller? Is human another word for children?" Yabani seemed genuine in his curiosity, the man not trying to hide at all that he truly knew very little about the world. "And c'mon! Stranger? We know each other's names! We're cooking together! Gonna share a meal, at this point we're at least buddies, I bet we'd even have each other's back in a fight, so practically good friends! You can even ask me any question and I'll be as truthful as facts!" As he continued on, Yabani's voice, while never reaching a shout, was getting louder and more boisterous.
  
  

  Spoiler: Actions

  Action1-3: Continuing Heat of the Kitchen from last post

  Spoiler: Ability Reference

  • Heat of the Kitchen - Domestic Arts F, Control Environment F, Magic F, Fire Affinity F, Energized F - Yabani carefully controls the heat of whatever he's actively cooking/cleaning - Grade F - 0 PC

  
  

  
  

  

  
  

 

[Maverick Six]

Widersia​

Gambler's Row​

Earlier

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Interaction: No one at all

Silver Lights

The sliding of coin across the table.

"Yeah. Just like that." A confirmation. "Rabbit chick but with white hair. Darker skin. Little lean looking."

"Was she here by herself?"

"No. She had a some folk with her. Pretty big group matter-a-fact."

"Oh really?"

The sliding of more coin across a table.

"Tell me more."

Lips had been loose. For all the bribe money he'd gotten from the group, they robbed the place so blind that they were going through hard times. His job was in danger and now he had to look for somewhere else to work. Now what was worse was having someone from the West Empire breathing down his neck.

"They were separate at first, then came together as a big group. I remember seeing her and some others gathering up in a group. I saw one who looked like a fancy pirate with a long scar and a long scar, a pretty fancy-looking creep, a drunk woman dancing around, a fishy-lookin' lady in some nice clothes, a kid with a knife, a built guy in a suit, some bunny chick...

.... a girly looking man who looked bit like hooker, some chick who's been dancing and a lady in a tophat with some fangs. Overall a colorful" The bartender spoke on and on, giving detailed descriptions of all who were present that faithful day of the robbery.

He sang like a bird. It became more clear it was about more than the money, but the longer the man had gone on, the more his resentment bled through. The Gang had practically run through the place and coworkers were dead because of them.

"Gave me a pretty penny to keep real quiet during the whole thing. And I did. At least until I met you."
"I see so she had a lot with her."

The "figure" took a look around and commented the currently dead gold pot Casino. The place was a ghost town, but it also never appeared to really have the means with which to repel any of those present. While it held a mythical treasure box, it seems to have lacked the means to defeat a well armed team.

"Well, you can rest assured. I'll be pursuing Vengeance in your stead. In addition, here are your funds. It's been a pleasure doing business with you, for now." More gold was given to the bartender in discreetly. The Bartender turned to prepare a drink, at least under the pretense the interaction which had occurred was at least partially of a legitimate nature. And yet once he turned around, the figure had been gone.

As though the person had never been here in the first place.

Elsewhere

"So, what's the move?" Someone asked.

"Pamela is like much of her own rabble. Having friends didn't make a difference last time. And it likely won't make a difference this time. Send word out to the others that I have her trail. Just in case she manages to flee again. She had no money and hardly much skill to her name."

"I still think this a lot, for one escaped bandit."

"Like I said before, it's personal."

 

[Moonberry]

Izzy stood with a smug grin stretching her lips across her face. Her hand remained firmly on Pam's hips. Seeming almost as if the position were natural and expected. Although the two had never shared such a camaraderie as of yet. She leaned her head against the taller woman's shoulder, turning her smug grin on the bard. Her stance almost possessive.

She looked to Zeke, while she was standing in his coat, and Pam had his hat. When she caught his eyes for a moment the smile widened. Eyes dancing with mirth.

"Ah'd love t'stay an chat. But ah've got tail tae grab an' food t'be fed." She winked to the silver haired elf. Then with a swift motion her hand moved from the woman's hip to grab delicately at the fluffy white tail. Giving it a gentle yet firm squeeze. "Ooh! Jes'as nice as ah'd dreamed. Ah'll be pulling ye ahpstairs. Soon as ah'm fed. Capt'n es invited." She snickered, looking up to blow towards Pam's long ears, before she danced away and out of arms reach. Moving towards the out doors, where the scent of Yabani s cooking pulled her.

She followed her senses, inhaling deeply as she approached Raia and Yabani.

"Oi! Es Hot hands teachin' ye t' cook Sis? That's great. Ah'm goin' tae' need decent food from now on. Might jes' 'ave t' kidnap hot hands here." She grinned as she spoke to the blue fish woman. But her eyes swung over to Yabani as she teased him. Waggling her brows at him. "Ah'right then hot stuff. Ah'm excited te' try ah taste ov' yer meat. When are ye' goin' tae' feed me ah'm bite?" She purred, giving him a playful smile.

 

[SilverFeathers]

Raia (#4064c3)​

Character Sheet
Tobi Naefaerne Moonberry Maverick Six​

"Of course. Be what you want to be. Don't let my random wayward comments stop ya." Raia chuckled gently, not quite expecting to get blasted by his mentality and beliefs from her brief mention, but taking it in stride nonetheless. She hadn't quite pegged Yabani as the religious or spiritual sort, with the particular mention of an entity named 'Atreia', but it was interesting to hear about.

Watching her own reflection as the broth formed over the flames, she mused over his continued advice somewhat lazily. Keeping a flexible mindset in an ever-changing environment usually kept her more level-headed than her peers back then. And more sane. So Raia had never really been one to want or chase something super badly. Her desire to cook was really nothing more than a languid whim.

Enjoying eating was also a no go. And she wasn't sure if she'd ever get that fixed. Time was ticking after all. But ensuring her 'cooking' was palatable enough for her each of her crewmates was a decent motivator. Though, with one a bunny, and one drinking more than she ate, she might have her work cut out adjusting to palates. Straightening up at Yabani's gesture, she returned to the warmth of the flames to continue watching his motions and scrutiny.

To not know what a human... was pretty crazy, even for Raia. But she knew there were races galore across the continent, many she likely couldn't even comprehend, so she couldn't blame him too much. "A human's just uhhh... a common race where I'm from I guess. Earthen skin tones and hair colour usually. Two arms, two legs, one head. Body structure like you. And I. But no tail." She explained roughly, tilting her head to the sky and not taking the question too seriously.

"Heh, I was smaller, yes. But I also didn't used to be blue at all." She smiled, with Raia not at all overwhelmed or even really affected by his overfriendliness, still with that lazy smile and demeanour. "And, I hate to burst your bubble, but I'm not particularly looking to be remembered. Much less for my past. Though heck, with your boisterous and outgoing nature, feel like you'd forget all about this 'good friend' by tomorrow anyway." She hummed harmlessly with a friendly pat on the shoulder. One that moved with the wind met many faces. Sometimes too many to remember. She had been on the receiving end of that, once before.

"You're a funny guy Yabani, so let's stick to the fun topics. Why don't you tell me about your lovely 'Atreia'?" She mused, still pondering the foreign name that just rolled off her tongue.

Though before long, the vibrations of familiar footsteps danced on over and Raia smiled without turning back. "He does have quite the magic hands, don't think I'll be anywhere close to his level anytime soon." She sighed gently, though she was not truly that disheartened by the matter. She'd ride the waves and take things one step at a time, and maybe eventually master one dish. It's fine, she still had time.

With Izzy working her usual flirtatious banter, Raia stretched lightly and looked around, eyeing the growing amount of prying eyes from behind her mask. It's not that she hadn't noticed them at all. But life was to be lived, even on an isle of criminals like this. And heck, maybe, just maybe. Her claws itched to cut something real; even if she tried not to acknowledge it.

 

[SixSense]

Mikhail Xudriess ​

Maverick Six Moonberry

“It’s only right, I’m not one to let a favor go unnoticed.”

Mikhail listened to Pam, his expression full of intrigue, “Having trustworthy people in this world is the ultimate treasure truly. Hearing that in a place such as this is nice to hear.” The elf grinned as he took a swig of his drink.

“Your eyes are set for the highest Peaks” the man would chuckle as she spoke about the future. She was different indeed, perhaps she didn’t know how she was going to achieve what she desires or if she was but knowing what you want is a start. So far he’s met two people from this group, arguably in the same boat however he felt oddly at ease and comfortable with them.

Pam would try to turn the subject on the elf, appearing to make a joke before being snagged up by another woman wearing a captain's hat. Her manner of speaking was difficult to grasp onto as Mikhail had to make use of context clues with her words to figure it out.

“Stealing my hot date from me? That's no good” he’d chuckle, playing along with the woman. “But I suppose that’s the doctor's orders, perhaps you’d be interested in keeping me company once you’re off the clock?” He’d propose the question with a playful smile as he watched Izzy’s hands shake around Pam’s waist. Mikhail looked at how close the crew was and just chuckled as Izzy danced off outside.

“Didnt know you rolled like that Buns, I at least took you for the dominant type but you melted like butter.” He’d burst into laughter a high pitched chuckle, depending on who you asked it would either be contagious or annoying. “You guys are hilarious.” Mikhail would remove his glasses briefly as he wiped the moisture in his eyes.

“Kicking it with you guys seems like a good way to spend my time, I’m glad I interjected myself. Turns out you were the entertainment the whole time instead of me! Now all that’s left to meet is this Zeke fellow whom the brunette confirmed is your captain. I wouldn’t mind sharing a cold one with him and chatting.”

 

[NeramoDJI]

Zeke “Mors” Valdain

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Zeke glanced down from the top of the stairs, one of the comedic anger marks that one would see from an anime on his head as he came down, following the doctor with his hat as he glanced over the congregation, seeing all his crew mates sitting around doing their own thing, extending his arm out for Stella climb onto, before covering the poor dragons ears during Izzy's flirtations. "Ms. Sangrea, please restrain yourself in public at the very least. I've got to keep SOME kind of reputation." He said, walking over and taking his hat back, putting it back on his head. He did place his hand on her head, ruffling up her hair. "Glad to see we've some affection at least, better to have a familiar crew than a hostile one. Though, one can be too familiar." He said, glancing down at the hand that Izzy had around Pam's waist.

That was until she invited him to Pam's physical, in which case he went half lidded for a moment, trying to think about what that meant. "I-I... I don't fully understand the reasonin' there Ms. Sangrea, though if you insist." He said, more confused than anything, since that sort of flirting was lost on him, scratching the back of his head, until he heard the bard speak up, glancing over with a sigh. "That'd be me boyo. What's on your mind there..." He said, turning and raising an eyebrow at the way the man was dressed, sure this was going to be an interesting conversation. That is, it would be, Izzy hadn't given him an excuse to run away to whatever she was doing. Which he locked himself into by placing his hand on her and pam's shoulders.

 

[Maverick Six]

Starring (Goals)

Pamela (Maverick Six) -

• Deal with her Cashback AKA [Wanted] Title

Zeke NeramoDJI

• Find a New Hideout

Raia SilverFeathers

• Bond and watch each other's backs
• Learn to Cook (In progress)

Izzy Moonberry

• Bond and watch each other's backs
• Give the crew a physical
  • Raia
  • Zeke
  • Pam

Yabani Tobi Naefaerne

• Spread his name and the name of his god
• Obtain groceries for a good meal
• Prepare a good meal for the crooked blades (In Progress)

Mikhail SixSense

• Find Some kindred souls (In progress?)
• Play some tunes

Clearwater Cove​

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Silverdale, Savory Spittoon

Characters: Zeke and Stella, Pamela, Izzy Mikhail

Pamela (Duh)

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Free Bird (Harp)

A hand grabbed her tail.

One might swear Pamela's hair was animated -- given it seemed to stand on end in place like fur. Her ears seemed to perk up the same way, going from slack to both of them pointing straight up towards the ceiling. With a moment, Izzy transitioned to blowing on them, causing Pamela to shudder visible. "T-That's sensitive, you know..." Though, if one caught glimpse of her flush face, she seemed more embarrassed than angry.

Indeed, she soon covered her flush face with her claws. One could see calluses which had formed on her knuckles and the general robustness of her hands. Her claws were less serrated like Raias and likely a bit more akin to spikes for digging then the claws predators have. They didn't retract at all and thus were great at hiding her facial epxression for a moment. As Izzy finally left, her ears flopped atop of her head.

Soon however, her fingers parted ever so slightly as she'd look at Mikhail.

"Mhm. Trust is important in a world like this. Having to look over my shoulders for the cops is enough. Don't want the same from my friends. To hell with everyone else." To some degree, it seemed to be the thing which separate the petty thugs from the big league gangs. Trust was needed to function.

"I am off the clock. Just a Doctor's appointment is all." She said, trying to get back to the conversation. The man said that she melted like butter, and the expectations he had for a gal like her. He said something about being dominant and she simply replied. "I never said that." It was about all that she had to say on that sort of thing. Especially with a stranger -- even if he was a handsome looking one.

"Hey boss." She began, as Zeke took his hat back As he placed his hand on her shoulder, Pamela didn't even bat an eye at him.

"Yeah. This guy's been real friendly. Aside from hittin' on me, he did show me a thing or too. He plays music and it made me feel stronger. Given the fact that he's at least part elf, seems like he's a bit more than a music play." She shrugged.

"Oh and he's a bit of a sweet talker. Like you." She said, drawing a bit of a parallel between the two. Ultimately, it was up to Zeke to make the ultimate judgement, and see if Mikhail was a good fit for the crew.

Barden appeared to still be waiting in the background, some distance away. Yet still, despite the time, he appeared to be waiting about patiently for his food. There were time where his eyes seemed to flick towards the crew, particularly when they said anything of importance. However, it seemed as though he also was evesdropping on the conversations of others during this time -- waiting around quietly by himself.

The chicken Stella-The Dragon. had been eating was all but bone. And soon as the Captain returned -- Stella got into a proper stance and pounced upon Zeke. The dragon nimbly ran along his strong arm and perched upon his shoulder like a parrot -- but with scales and sharper teeth. The Draconic companion looked at Mikhail...for really no other reason than the fact that everyone else doing.

Silverdale, Savory Spittoon (Outside)

Characters: Yabani, Raia​

Outisde Yabani and Raia appeared to be cooking up a storm. It was an unusual sight for the Savory Spittoon given the fact they did have what was considered a decent cook of their own. However, it wasn't illegal. Very few things on this island were and simply put, most followed their own rules. Still, it was a small enough town that everyone knew one another. And the sight of Yabani and Raia seemed to prompt at least some stares. Yabani was very clearly consumed in his task. And so were most people in all reality. What was there really to worry about.

Raia had seen fit to take a look around. And she'd notice nobody hiding plainly. After all, they were both new and looked foreign. Particularly Raia given her unusual blue skin and fishy features. She looked more like something you'd expect to see in the continental lake -- even though she was well suited for a Sea-Fairing life.

The eyes on them were enough that one might need to pick the one they wish to look at it in particular if they wished for a bit more information on them. Some were passerbies. Others loitered outside the bar, dressed in local clothes. A few seem to be people who took interest in their food.

"Man that smells good." One blonde-haired sailor.

"Yeah. I heard that a new vendor. Prices are cheap." Said a brunette pirate.

It was then the former approached. And the latter appeared to be walking inside of the establishment past the two.

"Say, are you two sellin'?" The blonde pirate asked, looking at both Yabani and Raia. His eyes looked over the food with twinkle. It seemed almost no secret that he thought what they were cooking looked downright delicious.

 

[Tobi Naefaerne]

• Yabani || Atreian Warrior

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  Interacting With/Mentions:
  Maverick Six
  Moonberry
  SilverFeathers
  NeramoDJI
  
  Languages:
  Common, {Sylvan}
  

  ~Six Assassin's~
  Yabani's Character Sheet
  Equipped Titles:
  Genasi(Fire), Mundane Fae, Born For This
  

  

  
  

• Yabani || Atreian Warrior

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  Silverdale, Outside Savory Spittoon
  
  As Raia had explained what a human was, Yabani had started plating the first batch of skewered food and prepared to set more on the grill, along with one of the big carrots that had gone unchopped. "So, what, Humans are the plainest peeps then? Bland, no flashy colors? Almost like an insult?" Yabani almost sounded disappointed, like someone pissed in his cheerios. After all, he never thought too deeply about it. "I wonder if I'm a human then. Everyone from my village had stuff about them relating to their blood elements." But with that he turned his attention to the flames for a moment, making sure to adjust them in line with his preferred cooking temperatures.
  
  "Y'know, not wanting to be remembered is kinda... I dunno, kinda sad, almost kinda weak. Like you're trying to run away from those that would find comfort in your presence." There was no edge to Yabani's voice as he said this, but the look on his face, even as he focused on the food, made it seem like he was looking beyond the food, and was considering a scared child. Even though there wasn't one before him, however, that was until he took Raia's words about forgetfulness as a challenge. "You Idiot! As if I, Yabani, would forget anyone once I declared them a friend! Who the hell do you think I am? Do you think I could look myself in the eyes if I dared let my words run hollow and dark?" With that claim Yabani shifted his whole body to stare at Raia, Chest, Face, Feet, all pointed at the blue woman.
  
  "I, the Mighty Yabani, will only ever live up to the ideals of the Lambet King by becoming more than my words!" There was a fire in his eyes, though perhaps that wasn't a rarity. His confidence was bolding over again as his maniac smile overtook his face, "And you wanna know about Atreia? Then know this! When all worlds were young, he was the first holy flame! He flew across the skies of the newborn worlds, and taught that fire was more than destruction! It's a comforting warmth and light, and a beacon against corruption and those that would corrupt! It's a force to make way for tomorrow and those who'll live after us." The words poured from Yabani's heart, with nothing but absolute faith in them. "There's not much you can do as a fire blood in an underground village, sealed away from everything else, but Atreia allowed me to figure out my own path, and so I walk with him, and he walks with me."
  
  Lowering the temperature of the flames below the stew, Yabani heard, or at least finally noticed Izzy "I've got ya some spiced meat and veggie skewers to start, tossing some steaks and breasts on the grill now!" And with that, Yabani offered the first plate of the skewers to Izzy, "Raia, you should try some too, if Izzy likes 'em, you'll know the flavor to aim for!" Yabani explained, offering the blue woman a smile, before looking back to Izzy. "And, if there's any other meat I can offer you to taste, just say the word!"
  
  At the random guy walking up, Yabani just sorta blinked "Ah, sorry man, I'm not a merchant, so I don't think any of this is for sale. But if Pam comes out, she's the one with white hair and bunny ears, you can definitely ask her." Though Yabani did rub the back of his head, almost feeling flattered.
  
  

  Spoiler: Actions

  Action1-3: Continuing Heat of the Kitchen from last post

  Spoiler: Ability Reference

  • Heat of the Kitchen - Domestic Arts F, Control Environment F, Magic F, Fire Affinity F, Energized F - Yabani carefully controls the heat of whatever he's actively cooking/cleaning - Grade F - 0 PC