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(2012-09-21 - 2012-09-21)
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Zeke ELSEWHERE

"Cap'n," Large burly dark skinned man looked down at Zeke worridly. "If that skelleton isn't as friendly as he makes out?"

"I Know Gil," Zeke put a hand on the larger man's shoulder. "If it's a trap then I'm stepping right into it, but if we can gain anything on these beasts it's worth the risk." A smile then as something seemed to just now cross his mind. "Though having you in shouting distaince wouldn't be amiss." He pulled a pistol out and handed it butt first to the big man.

NOW
Things never do go as planned do they? THe meeting with this 'pumpkin king' either was a bust, or there was some communications mixup. So Zeke signaled to his lookout things were off and he was going for a walk. The large man, big as he was, could be very quiet when picking his way through things. Well if the Captain was off doing whatever then he could afford to go nose thorugh what this strange place had in way of trading vessals. Could be if Finn and Jim could offload their former cargo then they might have enough to buy a suitible replacement to the Reliant.

So what of the 'good' captain that continually was mistaken for a pirate 'round these parts? Shave, haircut, and a little polish to try looking more respectible. 'Course it'd work better if hey'd let 'em cut those braids and beads out of is hair, but no. Those were too important to him. Yet even with that touch of foolery he was noticably cleaner for the effort... and lighter in the purse, but impressions need to be made and he was tired of being mistaken for a common thug.
Faruja Senra Never let it be said that one Temple Knight Faruja Senra isn't willing to try new things. WildKat Cafe is something that Faruja would only find partially familiar. Certainly Lindblum had similar places, though he'd rarely had the chance to visit the city of Mistworks. The added 'modern' touches only make it more of an oddity, as well as the coffee they serve. Despite all of this, the home of the Players has a very 'lived-in' atmosphere somewhere between chaos and order. The Templar almost immediately came to like it upon setting claw within.

Then, there was the matter of the most hip (and likely only) barista in town. Sanae Hanekoma is a man many would consider difficult to dislike, and Faruja certainly found himself oddly endeared to the human. It didn't take long for the pair to be chatting as Faruja sipped his coffee, educating the man on his home and race with not a hint of sadness. Truly, Mr. Hanekoma has a gift for gab!

By about the third cup of coffee, other customers have taken the barista's attention, the ratling contenting himself with a few moment's peace outside. Just as he's about to sit in the tiny metal-wire based table, he notices a figure strolling by. The clean looking gentleman causes the rat slight pause, in the manner of one trying to remember just where he's met a person. Then it hits him.

"Excuse me. Ser...Fawkes?" Comes the Templar's slightly hesitant voice. "How gallant. Your new look becomes you. The Lord's blessings see you well this day?" Faruja then swiftly follows up, trying to smoothe whatever slight insult Burmecian custom might imply there. Crazy rats and their etiquette.
Zeke Zeke tipped his hat to Faruja on the way to get a cup of Coffee. Granted he usually took tea, but he's been to a coffee house or three so thought he knew he was doing.... Then was promptly proven wrong so jerked a thumb at Faruja, something about 'whatever he had, no cream, little suger, double strength.'

And he paid in good old english coin. Bit of an annoyance but a cosmopolitin place like this seemed well versed in exchange rates. So after taking his mug Zeke settled in across the table from Faruja. "Got tired of being mistaken for Pirate Sir Knight." He took a tenetive sip from his mug and set it down with a frown. "They don't play by half measures when they claim hot and fast. How are you adjusting to this place?"
Faruja Senra In the time honored tradition of hot beverage drinkers everywhere, Faruja takes a timed sip just after his merchant companion. Sitting down himself, the Burmecian's tail curls about the arm of his chair while he crosses his legs. Greaves and cloth clank and rustle as he gets comfortable, taking a moment to shift about. If it weren't for the possibility of Heartless, he'd get out of the uncomfortable suit of armor more often!

"Ahh, but to think all sailors such? Foolish, but the caution will do you well. Swinging from a rope for imagined crimes would be a tragedy for a man so brave. Every hand to fight back the darkness is most valuable."

The rat glances out through the window to the city in question. "Well enough. Not far removed from home, if...pardon saying so, it lacks a nezumi's guiding claw in the architecture. I nearly fell to grievous harm from a shingle upon this very building's roof tearing free. And not a drop of rain since my arrival. But the people are interesting, and free with information more importantly." A thought strikes the rat.

"What endeavors befall you? A merchant without ship, or does cargo and transport yet survive?"
Zeke Zeke pondered the implications of Faruja carefully. Roof hopping? Madness! Yet it would make sense for such stout legged people if it meant getting out of traffic's way. "Other than running into ah... Mister Skellington I believe? Yes that one. Ran into him again and he's supposedly promised to have another go at communing with these fiends as they've done practically nothing to his home as yet." He sipped again tenetivly before taking a full drink. Hot, but he could touch on the different flavors. Plus the caffine would do him good. "My ship is back under my former employer's control due to my angering the local lord in charge by stepping into these mists to see what could be seen."

There was a bitter small laugh. "So while I've made every pence and farthing honest I'm branded pirate. Fortunately my crew, those I didn't dismis so they would escape punishment and find employ elsewhere, has carried most of my cargo Here to try selling. With luck I'll earn enough to buy another ship, Without luck I'm hoping to at least make enough to sustain myself and my men so we can find out what devil is playing which tune and how to make them stop." Another sip. "Preferably by beating the damnation out of them. Been entirely too long since I've seen my kin and I've little idea what condition they're in."
Faruja Senra Faruja's lips tighten into a line across the muzzle upon hearing of this 'Skellington' attempting to converse with the Heartless. "A spirit speaking to abominations? I know not whether faith or taint touches the being, but he risks what semblence of life he bears as well as his soul by doing anything less than destroying them." A pause. "But, on the other claw, there is a case to be made for not inviting the fall of a world. Not a judgement for mere merchants and Knights as we."

A nod on the tale. "Unfortunate. Governors and rulers, I have found, are oft more concerned with themselves than whom they govern. A temper and some imagined slight as well? Perhaps, despite your ship's loss, this may be something of a boon. You shan't find yourself labeled pirate without a vessel, and from what I have gathered, those who patrol the skies here are more like to simply cut down a pirate than waste time with things such as trials." A shrug. The mention of his 'plan', however, earns Zeke a laugh.

"Ahh, but you would do the Knights Templar proud with such pious words! And your assistance not a fortnight ago only lends them strength. But things are rarely so simple. Powers that consume entire worlds are rarely beaten with naught but a firearm, a grudge, and few well-intentioned seamen. No, information and alliance, Captain Fawkes, is the sword with which we must strike. With enlightenment, comes wisdom. With wisdom, action."
Zeke "A risk yes, and in all honesty I doubt think it will succeed." Zeke's voice was steady. "Though it'd be useful to know what they're after. If our worlds could be swallowed whole I'd guess they would have been. Yet pieces still remain and apparently can connect to eachother. Maybe they need to sever those connections before taking a world complet, or they left us because they're looking for something."ely
Faruja Senra Faruja gives a slow nod. "My first theory would be these shards are saved but by fortune and the Lord's grace, but I would not put it beyond the beasts to have some nefarious plan. It stinks of being slowly cornered, drawn into a place of the enemy's choosing, then cut down. But who can say. Intelligence seems not these beasts' forte. Yet, I know well that they can be guided by mortal hands. Discovering those hands, or hand, that entreats them to attack would be the most expedient course of action, as difficult as that may be to enact."
Zeke "Right things never do seem simple." Zeke finished his coffee in a long swallow. "But we're together and we have time. Sure I don't know how much we have but I'm sure each worldlette can trade with the others. After all what have we if not eachother?"
Faruja Senra Siiip. The rat contemplates silently, before sighing. "In an ideal world...or worlds, I suppose, such would be the case. But all races are sinners, and groups of them a sight worse. Even in such darkness there will be those who seek gain from the chaos. United, these beasts would be torn asunder. Lord forgive Your Children, but as much as I pray it, I fear war, strife, and greed shall rage without cessation even in these dark times." Quite the pessimist today, rat!

"But, good persons remain. It is telling the difference that shall be our salvation or downfall."
Zeke Zeke slowly got to his feet and offered Faruja his hand. "I know not what tomorrow will bring Sir Knight, but if you'll have me and my men we'll fight." He gently picked his cup up and tossed it into the nearest garbage can. "I mean sure I'd honestly rather be away from the guns and playing more to the logistical problems, but I've doubt we're given a choice. Fair you well." He tipped his hat, left some coins on the table along with the address and room number of a hotel on a scrap of paper, and was headed for the door.

 
This scene contained 11 poses. The players who were present were: Zeke, Faruja Senra