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Post by »Kamui Syvil VII on Sept 9, 2007 3:53:26 GMT -5
Kamui watched Saro bandage his leg, looking a bit guilty under his hood. "Um, here," He knelt down, "Lemme help ya'..." Holding his hands over Saro's leg, a soft bluish-white light began to glow. "It's called Reiki, utilizing my Ki for healing purposes. It should cut the healing time and temporarily numb the pain... All right, let's go." He scooped up Yibbles and stood, following Olly into the crowd, nimbly slipping in and weaving through it. It was as if he had done this before, and in fact he had, many a time. Being a wanted man, it was a useful skill the learn, to learn how to hide and blend it, become just another faceless figure in the crowd. He did, however, give the discarded food one last mournful look before he went. Sakurako, following close behind, was just as deft at navigating the crowd as Kamui.
(Um, two things. He's not that tall, only 5' 7". Also, his tail is concealed, wrapped around his waist, under the closed cloak.)
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Post by wintersonata on Sept 9, 2007 13:02:42 GMT -5
(( Sorry about that! For some reason I had imagined him as being really tall. ))
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Post by valter on Sept 9, 2007 19:56:37 GMT -5
"Thanks a lot man." Saro said with a cheerful grin, patting his leg and standing up. Hmm... He's definitely worth looking into. he thought to himself, slipping three potatoes into his pack and heading into the crowd, walking in a path askew from the others but keeping them in his sight. While the boy had never done this sort of thing before, he'd had experience in weaving quickly through crowds in his line of tavern work. Garu, on the other hand, recieved free passage; passerby seemed almost intimidated by the dog's girth and the steely look in his eyes, and quickly made way. After dodging around a pair of brawny sailors carrying boxes of blasting jelly, Saro and Garu regained sight of their two companions, waiting together by a decrepit looking old ship. "We're going to ride in that?" Saro asked Garu incredulously, swiftly joining their companions. (It's not as great as I want it to be... but it's late, and I'm all burned out from homework. ^^
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Post by »Kamui Syvil VII on Sept 11, 2007 8:41:13 GMT -5
(Nah, it's cool, Winter. No need to apologize, I just wanted to set it straight.)
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Post by wintersonata on Sept 14, 2007 0:52:13 GMT -5
Olly, having managed to make it past the thick flow of people moving to and fro, had a space to walk along the docks. She eyed the ships appraisingly as she passed, with the same air of "shopping" that she had given off in Cressa's marketplace. However, like in the marketplace, this was certainly not shopping in the normal sense.
She grinned at Saro, overhearing his comment to his brother. "D'you like it?" The ship--a cog, really--was probably normally operated by a crew of five to ten, but at the moment, there was only one man onboard. Perhaps the rest of the crew had gone ashore. He was asleep in a rickety-looking chair with his feet up on the barnacle-ridden oaken edge. The little ship's sails looked a bit frayed, and the deck wasn't in the best shape... but beggars couldn't be choosers, and the other ships in sight were either far too grand to be commandeered by a party of four (or was it three? Olly thought, glancing at Garu) or much too simple fishing boats that would have probably sunk under the group's weight. Plus, the fellow onboard, being asleep and all that, seemed an easy target for seduction, paying off, or some other mode of violent or nonviolent persuasion.
Olly thought carefully. The port authorities would immediately jump on their tails should they leap onboard the ship and simply shove the man into the ocean, and they couldn't get the ship to sail that fast. Their boarding of the ship had to seem at least somewhat believable and legitimate...
Her eyes fell upon a pile of empty sacks. Also, to the group's left, a humble cargo ship was being unloaded by a pair of chatty sailors. They were stacking crates on the dock not too far from where the cog was anchored. From the looks of a bit of what had spilled out of a crack in a nearby crate, the ship's cargo consisted of plump green grapes.
The gypsy girl glanced at Kamui, Saro, and Garu. Some ideas were forming in her head, but she raised her eyebrows silently at them, seeming to ask if any concrete plans had come to find for any of them yet.
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Post by »Kamui Syvil VII on Sept 17, 2007 14:50:24 GMT -5
"Ah, yeah, she's a beaut all right." Grinned Kamui as he came beside the others, putting Yibbles down. 'Hmm...' His gaze followed Olly's, falling on the sacks and crates. It seemed to him that the sailors were distracted, improperly stacking the crates so that the bottommost one cracked under the weight. He nonchalantly bent down and picked up a couple sacks, casually turning to face the crates. Then, in the blink of an eye, he turned back, the sacks bulging with grapes. The sailors still engrossed in their conversation were none the wiser. They didn't call him Orange Blitz for nothing, his speed was unreal. With seeming purpose, he boarded the run down ship. Sakurako and Yibbles followed without hesitation, with the piglet getting some help from the wolfdog. "Well, move, ya' good fer nothin' layabouts! Ya' know we've got a schedule ta' keep!" He shouted at Olly and Saru in his gruffest voice. "Nah, stay there, mate. Kamui said as the sleeping man stirred, "Me an' the rest o' the crew can get us underway."
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Post by valter on Sept 20, 2007 21:11:07 GMT -5
"Oh Aye! Shore thin' sir captain sir." Saro replied in an equally swarthy voice, readily climbing aboard the decrepit old cog, followed by Garu. "Bit o' a bossy one, eh?" Saro added in a stage whisper to Olly, throwing her a wink.
Wow! How'd he do that? I blinked and... Hmm. What can't he do? Saro thought to himself. If anyone can solve our problem, it's Kamui. he added optimistically. "Hmm. This still doesn't look good enough, what with all these animals." Saro muttered to himself. "Alrigh' now git on the ole ship now lass, but easy-like. Don't want none o' these guard critters going nuts on yeh." Saro said, extending a hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a few port officials walking through the harbor, stopping at every boat and interogating the men aboard. "And hurry." added the boy in an undertone.
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Post by wintersonata on Sept 22, 2007 12:35:39 GMT -5
Olly grinned and gave a theatrical salute, filling a nearby sack with some grapes from the broken crate. The sailors who were unloading the crates had disappeared into the hull of their ship, so she took as many as she could and hurried onto the ship with Saro's help. She would appear to be a helpful crew member, and anyway, she was hungry! Hopefully they would be clear of trouble for long enough for her to get a bite in.
But, as always, they would have to work for it.
The port officials had made their way over to the small ship, where the man who had been slumbering was looking as bewildered as ever. One of the two officials gave the cog's new crew a wide smile. "About to take off, are we? You can be on your way if I can just see your papers." He looked at the man in the chair expectantly, assuming him to be something high-ranking since he was the only one not carrying cargo onto the ship. Olly privately thought that since the man was the one who had stayed behind while his crew went ashore, he was actually one of the lowest ranked.
The man began to stutter, pointing at Kamui, but Olly rushed over with a handful of grapes. "These are the righ' batch, aren' they?" she said loudly, stuffing grapes into his mouth. The man looked up at her wildly, attempting to speak, but she clamped a hand over his mouth, meeting Kamui's and Saro's eyes with concern. "You just make sure those're the righ' ones, mate. We wouldn' want to take the wrong cargo, eh?"
**What do we do, what do we do?** she thought in a panic. Luckily, the ship's previous crew had left most of their cargo onboard, so it looked as if the three had just been bringing the last of the load on deck. But the officials were waiting expectantly, and Olly didn't have even a scrap of paper to show them.
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Post by »Kamui Syvil VII on Sept 24, 2007 14:30:19 GMT -5
"Papers? Ah, crap. Fresh out, man... Well, I do have a book in my rutsack, but I doubt that's the kinda paper ya' want." 'Man, I wish I had some psychic paper right now...' Kamui shrugged, nonchalantly making his way to the edge of the ship, near the two officials. Behind him, his tail moved slightly in Saro's direction, then in the direction of the cog's single mast. He hoped either Saro or Olly would get the message to start preparing the ship for departure while he chatted up the officials. "Look, guys, "He reached out, placing his hands on one of both men's shoulders, meeting each of their eyes from under his hood without hesitation, "I'm... lemme be frank with ya' guys. We were in such a hurry, we never got the proper papers. Do ya' guys work out, by the way? Such firm shoulders... But I digress..."
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Post by wintersonata on Sept 30, 2007 4:30:01 GMT -5
Olly grinned, once again awed at Kamui's ability to improvise his way out of every potentially disastrous situation so far today. She caught the message that he indicated with his tail, and motioned to Saro and Garu to keep the sailor in the chair occupied while Kamui distracted the officials and she hoisted the sail. She crept towards the mast as one of the officials bared a proud smile. "Been working on my baton arm, I have," he said, clenching the weapon in his hand and flexing his muscle for Kamui to see. He seemed content to chat all day about his exercise routine, but his partner waved a hand dismissively, his eyes taking on a skeptical glint. "Port procedures are strict here," he said firmly to Kamui, meeting the man's gaze unwaveringly. Slowly the official's hand began to move to his baton as well. "We've had a lot of folks trying to take passengers and cargo out of Avalas without proper permission, or worse, smuggle things in. We're cracking down on security especially because we've had news of a couple of hooligans running around." The man gave Kamui a disgusted look. "And between you and me, pal, I don't have any time for hooligans." Olly looked at the rope before her, coiled around two hooks and attached to a very weathered-looking sail. It was patched in places, but if it was enough to get the cog here, it was enough to get them out again. Slowly and carefully she unwound the rope, then when she felt a breeze run through her hair, she began to hoist as fast as she could. She could only hope that the wind would be strong enough to take them away, and Kamui and Saro could handle the officials, and the man in the chair didn't try to stop them... OOC: Guys, feel free to toss in mod-ish things wherever you see fit. Wind failing, officials fighting, man in chair turning into dragon, etc. etc. Things are always funner when no one knows what'll happen next.
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Post by valter on Oct 8, 2007 10:01:06 GMT -5
Saro nodded, catching Olly's silent message to keep the man in the chair distracted. "So man, how's the day been going?" Saro asked amicably, stacking a few crates as he spoke. Garu sat directly in front of the man. With his back to the officials he looked like a calm, friendly pet, but he had a vicious-looking snarl on his face that promised pain to the swabby if he didn't play along. "Wh- who...?" The man began in a raspy voice, but Saro quickly cut over him. "'Ey, don'tcha reconnize me? Y'know, Beram, the ship's cabin boy? You've been hitting the ale again, haven' you?" Saro accused, giving the man a light slap across the face. Hooligans, eh? I prefer the term mischief-makers myself, but eh, beggars can't be choosers. Saro thought. This whole affair was risky business, certain to go wrong at some point.
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Post by »Kamui Syvil VII on Oct 11, 2007 17:05:13 GMT -5
"Ah, an' it shows, man." Kamui nodded, as a the man flexed his muscle. "Yes. Definitely." He turned to the second, more serious man, "Oh, yes. I completely understand, man. Kids t'day! No respect for the law!" He spoke seriously, in a tone like a crotchety old man might, even though he looked but barely twenty human years. "Well, as ya' can see, it's just us an' a few sacks of grapes on board." He motioned to the sacks, noticing Olly had the sail up. "Well, now that that's straightened out, we'll be goin' now, 'kay?" The wind caught in the sail and propelled the ship away from the dock. Then the wind stopped, leaving them dead in the water several yards away from the dock. "Dammit!"
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