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 Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2005 10:37 pm
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Welcome to Sobek's Meruhen!
This is a journal for Sinbari, so please don't post without her permission unless dropping off a gift.
Journal Props and (c) to Anya, for spawning a trend. .: Stats :. Str: 2 End: 3 Int: 4 Eth: 2 Luc: 8 Chr: 6 PerStr: 1 (Rage) PerWk: 1 (Rum, Rage) .: Bond/Family Info :. - Bond: n/a Parent [a]: Parent : Brother: Grandparents [a]: Grandparents : .: Wakareme :.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 3:25 am
"Clever got me this far, then tricky got me in..."
Name: Sobek
Nickname: None, really. Although he has heard people refer to him as Mr. Green. XD
Sex: Yes please
Age: Appears mid-twenties
Type: Pirate (Jolly Roger)
Species: Nile
Position: Negotiable
Personality: Crafty Leader
Ability: Airship Summon
Turn ons: Water, ships, rum, gold, weapons
Turn offs: Prison, dry land
Looks: Um...green? XD Dirty blonde (perhaps the term 'wet hay' is an apropos color) hair, green eyes, green skin, dark green horn-things -- piercings/clips on ears and horns, x-shaped scar from cheek to bridge of nose. Oh and did I mention the rather scaly tail?
Education: The fine arts of sailing (air and water), swashbuckling, and scheming. wink
Occupation: ninja -- Legal mercantile business of course. Has a shop somewhere in Elysium (with trusted people to run it if he feels like galavanting off wherever he wants XD) to sell his scrimshaw and wood carvings and other trinkets. Mostly a front for his pirate -- I mean merchant/merc dealings, where he gets his real money. Shares this shop with the voodoo Dou, Hex - who sells potions, powders, oils, and other odds and ends he makes.
Diction/accent: Good grammar and enunciation...his voice can be pretty melodious surprisingly enough, though he has a bit of a sailor accent of course. When he gets upset or annoyed, however, it tends to slip into a more feral/growly tone.
Marital status: Single
Relationships: Oh, maybe.
Sexual history: Several relationships, most of them fleeting though.
Places: In and out of, and around Elysium -- surfaces whenever and wherever he feels like -- tends to be either in his shop or out in the wilderness areas away from the metal-ness of the city.
Possessions: Airship, Ship, Feyvrn (Morgan), weapons and carvings, and plunder -- although most of that is hidden somewhere. He's almost dragon-like in collecting a hoard.
Hobbies: Scrimshaw/wood carving, writing (poems, shanties), reading (mythology, sailing and adventure type of stories mainly), and finding new ways to get gold and other shiny things.
Obsessions: Rum, gold, and weapons. Any questions?
Beliefs: Anything is fair game in getting what you want.
Politics: Hates it with a passion. He'll usually avoid it entirely unless money is involved.
Ambitions: See obsessions. XD
Religion: Not big on religion, and is usually vocal about that, although he won't diss Voodoo for some reason...
Superstitions: Oddly enough for a sailor-type, he doesn't really have any. He thinks it's just a mark of fear to be superstitious about who's on your ship, what day of the week it is, or if you fail to toss some rum overboard to appease whatever water (or air XD) gods might be hanging around. A bloody waste of drink, in his opinion.
Fears: Running out of rum, losing his plunder. XP
Attitude: Charismatic and friendly to any and all in public, regardless of personal feelings. In private he'll usually tell you what he thinks of you, unless he's just using you. wink If he's annoyed or angered he can be quick to lash out however, usually verbally. It's said his mood can change instantly if you make him mad.
Taste in books/music/etc: Books: Anything involving the sea, sailing, adventure. Music: shanties for the most part though has kind of gotten into anything slightly tribal sounding.
Foods/Drink: He's a meat and potatoes kinda guy. Seafood and red meats are both high up on his list of favorites, and he also likes spicy foods. As for drinks, do you have to even ask?
Handwriting: Easily legible, and sometimes gets fancy when he's writing shanties or such. If he's upset it can slip abit unless he forces himself to write smoothly.
Astrological sign: Scorpio
Talents: Swashbuckling, although he likes carving up scrimshaw and wood when he has no swordfighting opponents.
Strengths: Highly charismatic and lucky. People usually have a hard time not getting along with him. Intelligent and crafty, a good leader for the most part. Good sword fighter - and although physical strength isn't a high point for him, endurance is.
Weaknesses: Although he can hold his liquor pretty well, enough can cloud his thinking and sometimes lead to a loose tongue (in more ways that one whee ). He doesn't get violent though, just mellow. And even though his face rarely belies what he's thinking or how he feels about something, his tail tends to betray him, swaying when he's pleased or pensive, and twitching and jerking when he's annoyed. Also has a bit of an ego.
History: There goes the neighborhood. That, in a nutshell, was Sobek's thoughts about the situation on Imperial. Oh, sure, he'd tried to help fend off the demons for a while. Not for the humans, mind you, the narrow-minded SOBs who blamed him and his kind for everything, but for what he'd established as a way of life. It might not have been the most legal way of life, but piracy had it's excitement, even when done discretely like he had. And at a certain point, he knew there was no hope for that way of life, at the rate things were going. When you had to worry about demons coming after you more than rivals or law enforcement, you knew it was bad. And so he left. Even before the Southern city was destroyed, Sobek was gone -- cutting his losses, ties, everything...and heading across the sea away from the deteriorating continent that was Imperial.
Well, most of his ties. With him came probably his only truly trusted friend, Hex. The Voodoo Dou figured he'd come along with Sobek, if only to protect him, he had said. Mmhmm. Hex knew a doomed continent when he saw one, just like Sobek. But, they both figured they'd be semi-optimistic. There'd be nothing wrong with checking back on Imperial, and maybe former ties, whenever they felt like it. For now though, the Pirate Dou was going to focus on rebuilding. He'd brought most of his plundered stash with him, and would have to find a new place to secret it away. Then he could work on starting a new "business". Well, and finding Hex a place to practice his Voodoo unbothered.
So when they came to Elysium, and Sobek saw the sprawling, gigantic metal-infested shores of that continent, he at first veered away from the urban sight, and its teeming ports. He had no intention of trying to dock and find a safe spot for his belongings through that mess. Hoping for something abit...quieter, he kept the coastline barely in his sights and continued on for quite some time. This city was HUGE -- it took forever for them to see a part of the continent that wasn't covered in industrialization -- but they finally did.
Way past all of the 'civilization', the two discovered a part of the continent that actually had green showing. They could see forests from the sea and they immediately headed inland. To Sobek's delight, after finding a hidden cove to dock in and exploring more, they found swamps and other watery areas, too. This seemed a perfect place to stash belongings, recooperate, and maybe even live -- especially if it was as empty as it appeared. Hex preferred quiet areas to cities anyway, but even Sobek, who was used to a busy life of piracy and forming an intricate network of information and contacts, was just the tiniest bit scared of that monster of a city called Elysium.
Current: In progress
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 10:01 pm
 Crewmembers and Allies -- Past and Present. Information:Who: Voodoo Dou
What: Ally and Crew
When: Current
Where: With Sobek in a "haven" somewhere outside the city of Elysium
Why: Sobek seems to be one of the few beings that doesn't bore or annoy Hex (too much)-- and although he won't admit it, he enjoys his company and gallavanting around with him on the high seas.
How: Crossed paths and a mutual interest and
curiosity kept them together.
 Information:Who: St. Valen's Heart Dou #25
What: Ally and Crew
When: Before fall of Imperial
Where: Believed to be somewhere on Imperial still
Why: Enjoyed a close comraderie with Sobek - he felt needed and appreciated with him (well, except when Sobek referred to him by his full name instead of "Scar", his preferred nickname). Stayed on Imperial to supposedly take care of some unfinished issues before leaving- Sobek didn't press on the nature of them.
How: Found by Sobek struggling for a decent
living on the docks -- was taken in (er, taken
aboard? ^^).
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 12:45 am
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What: Feyvrn
Name: Morgan
About: Think Sobek, but female, red and tinier, without his charisma and tact, and about the same love of rum and gold -- and you've got it.
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What: Cutlass
Name: --?--
About: Sobek's main and preferred weapon. Bowl guard portrays a detailed engraving of a galleon on rolling waves.
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What: Dagger Pistol
Name: Flint
About: Sobek's 'secret weapon' so to speak. Keeps it in a special sheath that makes it look like an ordinary dagger until it's brandished, although the Nile Dou has mastered hiding the fact it's a pistol even then.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 12:46 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 11:53 pm
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SNIPPETS!
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Fun bits and pieces of lyrics, art/fanart, or whatever, with occasional witty commentary from you know who. (will look nicer soon XD) xd
Fanart
A fun pic by Chieko-chan! heart
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/sinbari/Sobekchib.jpg
An awesome sketch by Vashtya biggrin
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v27/sinbari/sobekbyvashu.jpg
"Ya drank with demons straight from Hell
They almost nearly won as well
Ya wiped the floor with victory
Then puked until you fell asleep..."
No way! I can hold it better than that... stare
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Well I fell into prison about a quarter till three
Where I found in my cell a glass waiting for me
So I filled what was empty and I pulled up a stool
But he stood in the corner, the old devil wouldn't move
He said, "You drink when you're lonely." No I drink when I want!
He said, "You'll never be sober." Sure. Why would I want that?
I only drink to be merry but unfortunately
I'm in the wrong prison cell and the wrong company
Better -- but you know I'm too crafty to end up in prison!
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2005 2:00 am
Scrutinizing his latest work, Sobek chipped off a few more small bits of wood, adding to the pile of chunks and shavings on the ground in front of him. Hmm...almost there, Sobek pondered, and a few more minutes of carving and smoothing satisfied the pirate for the most part. He had to control himself when carving or scrimshawing, for sometimes he forced such perfection upon himself that he would keep whittling or poking away at a not-so perfect section of the piece that it would eventually become too thin and thus ruined.
Wonder if Hex will like it, Sobek mused to himself, Although he usually thinks if you can't stick a pin in something it's useless. That thought brought a chuckle to the crocodile Dou, not just the thought of the his friend's obsession with his voodoo craft, but of the fact Hex probably woudn't try it on this particular piece -- a small bust of Hex himself. Sobek had even in his opinion managed to get a slightly crazy look in the figure's visage, and wondered if Hex would be as amused by the accurate look as the pirate was.
Still wearing a smile at the thought, Sobek put the figure in his pack by his side, and stretched, before looking up towards the sky and the bright sun above. "Hmmm...still some time left before we head to that stupidly huge city to get some supplies...time enough for a brief swim," he murmured to himself. The pirate had found that there was a nice lagoon not far from the hidden cove they'd anchored in. Normally he might have taken that swim in the swampy area near their found haven, but Hex would probably have a fit at him doing that before they traveled into 'town'. Not that the lagoon might be much better...but Sobek didn't really care. It was a warm day, and abit tired from carving, the croc decided it would be the best thing to wake him up abit.
Grabbing up his pack and cutlass he never kept far from his side, Sobek started off for the lagoon. It didn't take long to get there, and the pirate, even more warm from his walk stashed his stuff far enough back on the shore where they wouldn't get wet, but not too far from him if he needed it -- although that he doubted. Neither he nor Hex had seen signs of anyone else around since they'd arrived, which had made it all the nicer for a place to live far away from the city.
Stripping down with renewed energy he laid his clothes on his pack, his sword underneath it all, and then with a sparkle in his green eyes charged the lagoon and dove in the cool waters. There Sobek was in his element, and he dove beneath the lagoon's surface, his tail moving steadily behind him to help propel him along. Now this is the life, Sobek thought, as he turned, rolled and somersaulted underwater before coming back up and then repeating the process. I should convince Hex to forget about that trip today and come out here instead, he thought, and pondered doing that. Because even to the gold-hungry pirate, nothing beat reveling carefree in his own natural environment. Well, maybe a bottle of rum, but that could be fixed after his swim.
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(continued with vashu-luv! heart )
Shutting his traveller's log with a distinct snap, Hex got to his feet, stretching luxuriously. I wonder where Sobek's gotten to...he thought to himself, deciding with a shrug that there was no better time than the present to find out.
Pushing a spare branch out of his path, Hex caught sight of the lagoon, and, if he weren't mistaken, a certain pirate enjoying the cool blue ocean...nude? Oh, this was fantastic. Creeping forward, as quietly as he possibly could, Hex searched for Sobek's clothing, clutching a small leaf carefully by its stem, a positively evil expression alighting on his visage.
Spotting the abandoned clothing, he continued creeping forward, his eyes seeking out his longtime friend's pants, of all things.
Sobek's pants -- along with his shirt, were piled ontop of his pack and boots, almost haphazardly in the croc's desire to get wet. And wet he was, as he
continued to play in his element, mostly below the water's surface, but occasionally floating on top. Luckily for Hex the pirate wasn't looking towards shore -- for the moment -- and dove again under the lagoon's surface.
Snatching the pants in question off the pile, Hex crept backward, where he was less visible, and slipped the leaf carefully into the pants, taking great pains not to get any of its oil onto his hands.
As he'd pulled the pants off of the pile, a small vial of...rum, if the voodoo dou weren't mistaken, had rolled a few inches, landing in the dirt. After slying placing the clothing back on the stack, Hex picked up the bottle, taking a seat on the shoreline, and waiting for his friend to spot him.
It honestly took a bit for Sobek to even realize he had company. Rum wasn't the only thing that could distract him, it seemed. A good five minutes more of watery play passed before Sobek even glanced at the shore in passing, and blinked as he spotted Hex, before grinning, only a smidge of 'uh-oh' on his face, hoping Hex hadn't been waiting that long for him. X3
Other than that however, the Dou wasn't embarrassed in the least, and swam abit closer to where Hex was seated. "Come on in, the water's great!" He called, hoping Hex would join him and put off their trip a little longer. He really didn't want to go to that insane city just yet.
Grinning, his expression somewhat akin to the cat that ate the canary, Hex shook his head, politely declining the invitation. "Nah...I think I'm comfortable here," he said, lifting up Sobek's confiscated bottle of rum, uncorking it, and raising it to his lips with a terrifyingly mischievious gleam in his eye.
Sobek's eyes widened. "Hey, that'd be mine! No fair snitching while a croc's having some fun!" He quickly swam Hex's way and apparently showing no care for his lack of clothing ran up the shore towards the Voodoo Dou, looking honestly hurt and abit upset. "Give that back, or I might have some fun switching labels on your bottles when you're not looking!"
Looking apalled, Hex nearly dropped Sobek's rum. If the pirate ever did that, not only would he have to waste pins making the other completely miserable, but then he'd have to go through and check the ingredients in EVERY container...
Sobek knew damn well what hex would do to him if he ever did that, and he was counting on the fact that Hex wouldn't see his bluff for what it was. After a brief heart-stopping moment at Hex nearly dropping the bottle, Sobek composed himself and just grinned. "I'll do it too..now gimme back my rum or you'll be looking over your shoulder every living second to make sure I'm not touching YOUR bottles!"
Hex wavered, again. Then, after rebelliously taking a swig of the pirate's rum, he re-corked it and tossed the clear bottle back at Sobek, probably far harder than he ought to have done.
Sobek flailed briefly at both Hex taking a swig and having to catch the hard flung bottle. "Easy now!" Cradling the bottle he glared at Hex further. "That was completely uncalled for." Harumphing he stormed over to his belongings and set the rum down carefully before grabbing for his clothes. If it weren't for Hex's act with the rum, the pirate might have wondered if he'd done something to his belongings, but that would have been really devious, even for the voodoo Dou. He kept that glare on Hex as he got dressed, his fun and good mood a bit spoiled pulling on his pants he reached for his shirt, thinking he might switch some labels anyway.
Hex hid a secretive grin to himself, content to just...sit back, and wait for the fun to begin. Stretching out on his back, he placed both hands behind his head, knowing it wouldn't take very long.
Sobek eyed the relaxing Dou and for a brief moment more thought he was up to something, but then discounted that notion. He had barely gotten his shirt on though, and was reaching for his belt when he got a curious expression his face and shifted slightly. "Damn..musta been something in that water," he muttered to himself, and started to put the belt when a hell of an itch started. Squirming slightly he tried to ignore it but found that wasn't going to be possible.
Blinking furiously Sobek finally tried to start scratching himself. There was no way in the hells something in the water could have done th-- "HEX!!" He snarled as he
finally realized what had happened, and immediately dropped his belt and pants, to see what the hell was in there!!
Hex, at this point, could no longer contain his mirth--the expression on the croc's face was PRICELESS. Howling with laughter, he clutched at his stomach, writhing in the dirt--it took quite a bit to get the voodoo dou so amused...but, the comment about there having to have been something in the water had simply pushed him over the edge.
Finding the leaf, the pissed off croc grabbed it, not caring if his hands started itching too, and charged hex (although it was more hopping in a weird fashion), hoping to share some of his gift!
Recovering quickly, Hex scrambled backwards--he had a salve packed away somewhere in his storeroom, but the thought of having to make his way back while itching was not one the dou relished. Pain was one thing, but itching...he shuddered at the mere thought.
And Sobek was hoping he'd have some sort of cream for this..if he got Hex with it, he'd find out which one it was without having to test all of his bottles XD "Come back here you evil thing!" Not even bothering to grab his pants or anything else he tried to tackle the voodoo Dou before he could get to his feet and run. If he had his way, the leaf would go down hex's skirt too, by the gods!
With an indignant, embarrassing...squeak, Hex thrashed as the croc tackled him. ...Damnit. "You do it, and I'll add something even nastier to your rum!" he threatened, although he was still amused enough at Sobek's misery that the threat was an empty one.
Sobek didn't care at this point, and tried to one-up Hex. He pinned the thrashing Dou and tried rubbing the leaf all over hex's stomach and chest before attempting to shove it down so hex'd be itching where he was! *squirm, squirm*
Grimacing as he felt the oil from the leaf smearing across his chest and stomach. It was potent, and already he could feel the beginnings of what he knew was going to be a horrendous itch. When the crocodie dou, however, went for that portion of his anatomy, Hex hissed something that sounded distinctly like "I hope your c**k rots off!" under his breath as he tried to twist free.
Sobek heard that! And growled back at him "No you don't, because then you wouldn't get any!" before thrusting the leaf down Hex's skirt thing and making sure he couldn't take it out any time soon! Ahh revenge was swee-- *blinku-- scratchsquirm!* >.>;;;;
Growling, Hex wriggled backwards, trying to get away--damn, but the croc was HEAVY. "Oh, that would be the LEAST of my worries!" he muttered, the itching sensation spreading farther south.
Satisfied he got Hex back good, Sobek finally let him go, rolling over and scratching himself more, all the while snarling and growling and complaining!
Clamboring to his feet, Hex took a pin between thumb and forefinger, jabbing it at the other dou's ankle, not even sticking around to see if he'd hit it before turning on his heel and heading back towards his medicine box, scratching at his chest and belly with a grimace.
Augh, but the croc would have to keep up with him to figure out which stuff to use on his own itch..he'd be damned if he was going to let Hex cure himself and not Sobek. Scrambling to his feet he ran to get his things, not even bothering to put anything else back on (he wasn't gonna even think about putting those pants back on until they had been thoroughly washed!) before following the Voodoo Dou back. There wasn't a chance in hell Sobek was gonna make the trip to Elysium today, and if Hex wanted to go, he could walk as far as he was concerned.
--=-=-=-=-=-- (Continued even more -- read on! *added 7/28*) --=-=-=-=-=--
Ducking under a wayward tree branch, Hex muttered something, his whispered words punctuated by a small giggle--a sound that didn't bode well for the crocodile doushikai.
As he drew nearer to where they'd moored the boat, Hex began to walk a little faster--things were becoming decidedly uncomfortable by this point, and he wasn't about to suffer any longer than he absolutely had to.
Sobek blinked, and pondered stopping right where he was at that point -- gods KNEW what Hex was trying now. But he decided it couldn't be any worse than...THAT itching, and tried to keep up with hex still clinging to his belongings. Damned if he was gonna let Hex hide a salve he undoubtedly had for this itch where the croc couldn't get to it!
Making his way onto the ship's deck, Hex went straight for the cabin, grabbing a large pack from it's spot, propped up against the wall, and digging around inside of it, muttering all the while. Finally, he emerged victorious, clutching a large envelope-shaped package seemingly wrapped in leaves. Opening it up, he scooped up a gooey fingerful of the salve contained therein, and began smearing it across his torso.
Exhaling in relief as, almost instantly, the ungodly itch subsided, Hex rubbed the salve over his remaining afflicted areas leisurely, as if he hadn't a care in the world.
Muttering himself, Sobek wasn't far behind Hex in boarding the ship, and catching sight of the voodoo Dou disappearing in the cabin, Sobek followed. He got there just in time to see Hex ...curing his 'remaining afflicted areas'. Despite the annoyance his own itch had become, Sobek stopped with a lopsided grin and couldn't help but chuckle -- incidentally giving away the fact he was in there.
Ignoring Sobek's chuckle, Hex ran taunting fingertips across his own pale thigh one last time before getting smoothly to his feet. He hoped that he left the crocodile distinctly uncomfortable, and could barely suppress the small, satisfied grin that threatened to make itself known.
Honestly, Sobek was just as satisfied he had gotten the Voodoo Dou back with a taste of his own medicine. Now, if he could just get his hands on the salve that Hex just used. Keeping as calm of a smirk on his face as he could manage with the annoying itch, Sobek dropped his belongings that he had been carrying and sauntered his naked form across the room -- fully intending to get his hands on either that package, or Hex. X3
((Insert snide OOC comments on both sides about Hex's package xd ))
Feigning a yawn, Hex debated putting the other out of his misery--on the one hand, it had been a prank he'd instigated, although he wasn't particularly thrilled at the way the other dou had turned it around. With final, muttered curse, he capitulated, throwing the packet of salve at the other's chest. "If you use it up, you're going to make my next batch." he grumbled, his eyes flashing warningly.
Sobek barely caught the packet, surprised as he was at how quickly Hex gave it up. Recovering himself, his smirk returned. "You just knew I'd get it from you anyway, good choice making it easier on yourself, Hex." Snickering, Sobek paused and dug his fingers into the salve before applying it quite liberally to his own itchy skin. "You know I was gonna give you something I made, and after you did this I wasn't so sure, maybe I will after all since you handed this over easy enough." Winking, he continued rubbing the salve over himself, watching Hex.
The slight narrowing of the voodoo dou's eyes was the only outward indication he gave that he'd heard what the other had said. His expression studiously disinterested, cold crimson eyes watched the crocodile doushikai smear the salve generously across his skin. "Had I really wished to deny you the use of the correct salve, I could simply have applied the wrong one to my own itchy skin, and let you use it before educating you as to your mistake." hex retorted, quirking an eyebrow.
"Ah but you wouldn't have looked so blissful while rubbing yourself if that was the case. Pain I know you can handle, but I could tell back there the itching was driving you absolutely mad." Grinning like a cheshire cat Sobek finally stopped, having left Hex a little of it left, at least. Tossing the packet to him, he wandered over to his belongings. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go change into another pair of pants. If you try something like that again though, I'll make you do the laundry." Winking, he sauntered his bare butt out of the cabin.
Swearing viciously, the voodoo dou nonetheless carefully re-wrapped the remaining salve and slid it carefully back into his pack. That damn, arrogant REPTILE. As if that last threat were enforceable--if, by some means, Sobek DID make Hex do the laundry (assuming, of course, that he pulled the same trick twice), the crocodile had to know full well that he'd never get said clothing back in one piece.
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Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2005 11:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 12:56 am
-- RP3 7/13-7/20 --
Sobek wasn't sure which one of them got more distracted, probably both, but somehow he and Hex had gotten separated. It wasn't that big of a deal, both of them could take care of themselves fine, but Elysium was huge and they had things to do. Hmm..come to think of it Sobek might have gotten a wee bit distracted by that weapons shop he went by. So many shinies in there...he thought Hex would follow him in there with all the pointy things, but oh well, guess not. So the croc Dou decided he'd head back to the ship, hoping that Hex would have headed back that way once losing Sobek.
Normally Sobek wouldn't even had considered leaving a ship of his docked unattended or unguarded -- he'd not had the time to gather a new crew since leaving Imperial -- but Hex had solved that problem with a sadistically beautiful little hex upon the ship that would make anybody unwanted who stepped aboard feel like several little pins were stuck in them...more than just a tingly/prickly sensation... it would start to really hurt if someone tried pushing it and going further up the gangplank. Except for he and Hex of course. Grinning at the beauty of having a friend like the voodoo Dou, he strolled down the wharf, not even caring how much he knew he stuck out. Green skin was not a common thing, even for Doushikai, and well..there was the tail. But Sobek was used to looks, and honestly didn't care.
"Hrmf!" came the grunting tone of Shirow's voice as he stacked a boxes atop one another, making sure they didn't topple over as soon as he did so. The glistening sweat upon his tan brown skin shimmered lightly in the air as his hardedned chest heaved in fatigue.
It'd been a long day, again, at the wharf as the Doushikai spent his various hours of the day carrying heavy boxes off of docking ships, as well as placing them back on disembarking vessels. In all honesty, the pay wasn't too bad considering the workout he got from the entire matter, and not to mention the benefits of getting a tan from the warm sun overhead. Though sometimes warm was an understatement...
Nevertheless, Shirow enjoyed the job as he sat up on one of the boxes, wiping his brow while fanning his body with the huge wings upon his back. He stuck out like a thumb because of them, though he really didn't mind the curious stares of the sailors and passengers. Not all of them were ordinary themselves, after-all, and the fact that he saw so many different varieties of them was also a benefit of such an occupation.
Such as that strange, green-skinned individual with a scaley looking tail. Why... that was odd!
"Mmm?" hummed the man as he looked at this would be sailor, eyeing him to see what was what, then moving off from the boxes and walking briskly over to the gentleman, if you could call this character such a thing, "Excuse my, m'lord, but might thee require assistance with thine cargo?"
Sobek didn't even notice the nicely tanned and winged figure coming towards him, until he spoke.. and at that the croc glanced over, momentarily surprised by the speech, which seemed kind of 'antiquated' to Sobek, but either way he was polite. And it was then he noted the halo! Taken slightly aback by the Dou (He figured it had to be, with the wings and halo) but in a pleasant way, Sobek smiled, and slid into an even more charismatic and polite attitude than normal -- he would definitely have to play the part of the normal sailor, with this obvious goody two shoes in front of him. X3
Matching the winged man with polite speech, Sobek kept his smile and gave a brief bow of the head. "Normally, good sir, I would not refuse such an offer -- but at the moment I have no cargo that needs dealing with. I'm merely looking for my companion -- we got separated in that massive city and I figured he would have come back to the ship," He glanced that way, and not seeing Hex shrugged and continued, "But it seems that is not the case." There was a slight bit of a sailor accent that Sobek really couldn't hide, but his diction was rather proper for a seaman (or in his case croc...XD).
Nodding politely to the sea-faring man, Shirow took in a breath and let a smile gleam upon his lips. It was nice to know that this person wasn't of cruel nature from what his voice gave away. Such skill in speech must mean this sailor was a captain rather than a lowly sailor. That had to be the case considering how his demeanor emminated. Though he also gave off the look of a pirate, but the angelic one figured this was but the cruel sea's doing. There were plenty of sea-faring men like this being before him.
Clearing his throat, the Dou stood back for a moment and checked over the wharf while speaking, "Ah, well I do hopeth you and your companion findth one another in this city. It is quite large and those whom are new to this city may becometh easily lost amongst the masses." A short breath was taken as the Dou stretched his winged behind his back, enjoying the warm air that was always about the pleasant docks. Realizing what he said, he lowered his smile and briskly turned back to this scaley individual, "Oh, but pardon me if I spoke too much, m'lord. I assumed quickly too much knowledge of thee and called thee a newcomer; My apologies."
Sobek chuckled and grinned. "No apology needed, we are indeed a bit new around here but we'll find each other eventually. I may have just gotten here before he did, so I suppose I'll wait a little before going back in that metal mess looking for him." The croc smiled and then hmm'd, eyeing Shirow's sword, unsheathed at that. "Do you tend to need that thing down here working on the docks?" the pirate asked, although he could understand even if the winged Dou really didn't need it. Even Sobek was rarely without his own cutlass, belted at his hip with a few other packs at the moment. His question was mostly curiosity, both about this Dou and if the docks really were that dangerous.
Turning his head and looking back at his sword, Shirow laughed a bit before scratching his neck, "Ah, I seem to have forgotteneth that I was lugging that item around with my own self." Taking the hilt of the blade in hand, the angelic Dou laid it down against a box, stopped to make sure it wouldn't run off, then sat down upon the wooden frame of said container. It was a lovely day, and he could do with a break from the tedious trails of work.
"One really doesn't require such a tool," he began, pressing his calloused skin against the butt of the hilt, "Not during the daytime, m'lord, but I tend to carry it around simply to have if to call uponith it when required. Tis best to stay wary around this city, for not all are so kind are us, sir."
Indeed, Sobek was quite sure there weren't many as 'nice' as them, and he nodded his agreement as he settled himself down on another crate nearby. "Not to be overly blunt, good sir...but what does attract a pretty one such as yourself down here to the docks for such a dirty job? I would think one such as you would be out using that sword of yours to some good use against those not as kind as us, as you put it from the angelic aura you give off, instead of lifting crates and boxes all day for sailors such as myself. It just doesn't seem a very fitting job for you, no offense intended."
It was truly possible that this feathered Dou used this wharf to find such scum to cut down; a spying spot of some sort, but somehow, Sobek just didn't see him devious and crafty enough for such things. He was just too damned polite...
Hearing these words, Shirow's head lowered and he laughed lightly, "Unfortunately, a sword-for-hire isn't upon the peak of any a people's lists in this age. I wish that I couldst be out and using my blade for good, but there just isn't a job for one such as mine self." spoke the man ina blunt voice, keeping his accent in check, "It wouldst appear mine strength is better suited for lugging these crates about."
His head turned up and Shirow rose an eyebrow at the man, "Then again, perhaps I just haven't found proper commissioners for mine talents. I wouldst like to go out and get a job as a defender, but people like me aren't hired so readily as others. Perhaps because I differ from others."
To this, the doushikai lifted his hand and pointed to his wings that fluttered lightly in the wind. It was an obvious sign that he was different from most everyone, and it was also a curse for him at times.
Ah, what a shame this soul was so angelic. While Sobek was hardly evil, he crossed lawful lines too often to ask this one to sail with him. Before he knew it, the man would likely soon realize this fact and turn on him, proclaiming what he did was wrong, etc etc... Oh well. Smiling encouragingly, Sobek merely nodded. "Well, I'm sure there's someone out there who needs one as skilled as you undoubtedly are, and especially someone who can look past the stuff that adds to your personality. Wings are a plus -- if only people would see that hmm? I'd hate to see
you stuck with such menial tasks for too long." Now that much was true, Sobek hated seeing good skills wasted. He almost felt sorry for this 'angel' of a dou. Almost. If Sobek were in his position, he would be trying pretty hard to find something else to do besides lift crates all day.
Tilting his head slightly, Sobek paused. "I don't think we introduced ourselves properly. Rude of me, really...the name's Sobek." The pirate held out a hand, hoping to get a name from the man in return.
"Perhaps," replied the dou as he stood up and clasped his hand into Sobek's, "My name is Shirow, and thank you for your kind word, m'lord. They are rare these days, I fear, for one such as myself."
Offering an angelic smile as he let go of the man's hand, the celestial one crossed his over over his chest and sat back down upon the crate, which wasn't much lower than him simply standing. Apparently, some one has a great deal of luggage to coupe with for the next couple of days; and apparently, that person would be him. With that in mind, the thought of changing occupations came to mind.
"So, Sir Sobek," began Shirow, "What is it that one such as thee comes to this city for? I dare say you look like quite the adventurous lord, if one may allowed to sayeth so."
Sobek grinned abit at being called 'lord'. "Ah, true, but while sailing and adventuring is indeed fun to me, I have to sell my traded wares somehow and somewhere, Sir Shirow," the Dou replied with a smile. "I'm looking for a spot to open up a shop to sell carvings and scrimshaw that I do, as well as other items I trade around for. Wouldn't know any good quiet neighborhoods for a such a shop would you?"
"Well, m'lord," replied Shirow, "I suppose you could try around my some of the residential areas around town. I knoweth of many individuals who would pay fortunes for quality items and trinkets, what ever you may sell." Sitting up, the man hopped off the crate and picked his blade up, "What sort of goods do you plan to sell, if I may ask?"
"Oh, I tend to get a wide assortment of things. Whatever I can find a deal on, you know? That's the best thing to do in mercantile and trade, is try to turn a profit. The shop would probably center around my wood carvings and scrimshaw and things my companion makes as well for the most part when we have nothing else to sell." Whatever wasn't added to his growing hoard, he added mentally -- which would be any item that wasn't easily recognizable as stolen and didn't arouse suspicion at where it came from.
Grinning abit to himself he nods in thanks to Shirow's info. "I was hoping to find something at the outskirts of town towards a more natural area.. I really don't care for this sprawling mess you all call a city, no offense meant. I'll need to get used to it anyway though, it never hurts to know where you're going and how to get around. Once I find my friend we'll have to start doing that."
Nodding to Sobek as he listened, Shirow waited until he finsihed before thinking to himself. A moment later and he snapped his finger, smiling softly and nodding once more, "They haveth many a rural areas outside of town you could selleth your goods. If that's what you're looking for, then most many path you taketh wouldst bring you to a gate."
Pondering his fortunate meeting with Sebastion not to long ago, the man pointed off into the distance where the majority of the city could be seen around. Tall buildings seemed to scratch the sky with their massive height, also as if to touch the clouds themselves.
"There's a main walkway in there that you can't miss. Many merchants selleth their wares upon that lane."
Sobek followed Shirow's gaze (and pointing finger), before glancing back to him and nodding. "I thank you, we'll have to check that area out. The merchants can probably even tell us of more shop areas." Sobek glanced around the area again and sighed. "I think I'm going to have to go back to where I was and look for my friend again -- it doesn't look like he's decided to head back this way just yet." Smiling a little to Shirow, he continued, "I'm afraid I've kept you from your work long enough as it is with all this chatting, anyway. Hopefully no one will dock your pay for taking a break?"
"It's quite alright," replied Shirow with a smile, turning a bit to the side and looking over towards the many boxes he had to load up later, "I needed the breath anyhow. It wouldst appear this chat has refreshed me if anything. So, I might have to be thanking thee, m'lord."
A soft grin turned up upon the angelic one's face as he took hold of one of the boxes left over, "I do hope you find your friend and succeedeth in your life here."
"You've made for an enjoyable conversation and rest myself. If you're here a lot, we'll probably see each other again. And as much as that would be great, I do hope you find a more enjoyable profession -- one more to your skills, sir Shirow." With a grin and a farewell nod, Sobek slipped to his feet and once more strolled off to get lost amidst the throngs of Elysium.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 12:23 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2005 12:39 am
-- RP3 7/20-7/27 --
He sat staring hard at the cards in front of him, eyes crossing as the spades blurred into hearts... Black hearts... A huff passed over his lips as he looked to the men seated around the table. All were so very serious. Hadn't he come here to escape the seriousness?
"Er... 'Ow's this?" He blinked as he tossed his cards down on the table, revealing an ace of spades, a king of hearts, a four of something... And was that... A two? Laughter errupted as another round of drinks were brought towards the table. "That bad then?"
Stifling a yawn, an obviously tired Sobek wandered into the laughter-ridden establishment. He was tired -- tired of looking for a decent area for a shop, tired of the throngs, and tired of this gods damned huge city. All he wanted was a drink and he'd left his rum on his ship. Go figure. Tail swaying behind him, ignoring any glances he might be getting, the Nile Dou sauntered up the bar and slid onto a stool before ordering himself a drink. Rum to begin with, but after that who knew?
After paying he turned around to prop an elbow on the bar behind him and sipped at his rum, peering over the rim as he finally started paying attention to the patrons.
He snorted as he stood, crimson eyes narrowing every so slightly as he began to wonder what sort of devil had decided that he should play this game. Much to the disappointment of those around him, he removed a gauntlet before tossing it down on the table. "Happy?"
The jeers were worse then the laughter and a desire to defend his pride boasted his determination as he tossed back that next shot. Gods but that stuff was horrid... He quickly began to remember why he rarely drank.
Quirking a brow, Sobek allowed a small smirk. What poor sob was this who seemed to have been conned into a betting game while drunk? Or maybe he'd drank too much whilst playing. Either was possible, and Sobek had seen it several times before. He hoped the man was going to stop soon, or he'd lose more than a gauntlet and his pride.
Said 'poor sob' was quite new to the bustling city and would have preferred to avoid it at all costs had the taverns within not offered so many promises of forgetfulness. He ran slender fingers back through copper bangs as he returned to his seat, putting on his best 'poker face' (which was more akin to gruff annoyance than anything else). "Shall we try this again?" Five cards were dealt up and, upon looking them over he tossed two aside, convinced that they'd get him absolutely nowhere fast.
What was the purpose of this game again?
Torn between helping the man out or having some amusement for the night, the croc downed more of his rum and watched. What would he get out of it anyway? He doubted the man would listen to him over his pride and determination. Sobek smirked again. Eh..give it a few rounds...maybe then he'd help the guy out. Knowing how card sharks worked, they probably even had a marked deck or hidden cards, which would make it even less likely the guy would win his gauntlet back, and not lose another.
He peeked at his cards, brow furrowing as he found himself with a hand full of... Crap. Three, four and five all of one suit... His hopes had been to get something to finish that run off but, instead, he found himself holding a ten and an eight. "Bloody wonderful..." He muttered under his breath as he eyed the next drink sitting beside him. He truly wasn't looking forward to downing another one of those.
Sobek almost wished he could see the hands from here. But from the muttering, he didn't figure the man's hand was too good. His green eyes roved over the rest of the guys playing against him, watching for tricks, signals, or other sneaky things. What was it they had him drinking anyway, and why was he still drinking, he wondered? Maybe because it was free, or he was trying to forget something. Or both. Still, it was dangerous to do things like this with factors like those.
He tossed down the two offending cards in hopes of getting something more to his liking and, for once, it worked. Somewhat. He had gained another five; a pair! He looked quite smug as he spread the cards out before him and, amazingly enough, he managed to beat the only man at the table who seemed more inexperienced than himself. "Not so bad..." He chuckled before turning his eyes to the tavern itself, letting them linger on the green one for a moment. Curious... All sorts of interesting creatures around this area.
Sobek afforded him a brief nod and smile before downing more of his rum, wondering if the man's small show of luck would continue. Deciding to get a closer look at the proceedings, whether he was welcome or not, the pirate slid down off his stool and meandered over towards their table. Instead of sitting there however, he took a chair from a neighboring table and scooted it close to theirs, sitting in it backwards, straddling it as his tail swayed out behind him. "Mind if I watch?" he asked, not really caring if they minded or not.
"I believe you're better off watching than playing..." He snorted softly as the next round of cards was dealt out, 'poker face' failing miserably as he beheld the mess that was before him. "All part of a plot to get me into my skivvies, no doubt..." Those words were muttered beneath his breath as he leaned back against his chair, pondering what movement he would make (other than tossing in his hand completely).
"You're probably more accurate than you think," Sobek replied, not bothering to hide his disdain at the others he was playing with. "I prefer not to play a betting game when there's drinks involved. It's quite different when it's for fun, however." He winked at the man, ignoring the others and any looks he might be getting.
"Ah... So you're saying that if t'were just you and I playing it would be more for fun?" He words weren't yet slurred as he'd only managed to loose enough hands to see both his gauntlet and his boots had found their way to the table. Given time and he'd be singing like a lark though... Time and more hands lost.
That in mind, he slipped his cards back towards the dealer. "Five more... Good cards this time." The glare he got was rather priceless and quite worth the kick he recieved beneath the table.
Another smirk found its way to Sobek's lips at his comment. "It just might be possible. These fellows just look so.....serious," he replied with a flick of his tail before downing more of his rum.
"Who could take anyone about to loose their clothing seriously?" He snorted as he looked down at his hand before groaning. He had never seen anything so mismatched before... Except for perhaps the various bottles in the alchemists sho-- He shook his head before laying his cards down. "I do believe they're out to get me." Down went the other gauntlet along with yet another shot; face contorting with the awful taste of the drink.
"Then you're ahead of the game, if you know that," Sobek answered, ignoring the question about taking him seriously. "Personally I think it's best to lose a few gauntlets and your pride than going for broke. And why are you drinking that stuff if you're not enjoying it?" In his opinion, alcohol was meant to be enjoyed, not forced down.
"Pride... That was lost quite some time ago... Seems to happen lots when family is in town." He turned towards the man once more, brow lofting slightly above ruby eye. "Perhaps I'm of a belief that it will begin to taste better once it's destroyed what's left of the buds on my tongue? What would you recommend in the nature of spirits?"
Ah. Family. Seemed abit extreme to be drinking over, but well, he really didn't have family to worry about so couldn't pretend to sympathize. "I see. If you're of that belief, you should try some Rum. Some people like to mix it with other things, but I prefer it straight."
"Rum..." He remembered that. Quite well actually. The other male was right... It was far better than the horrid bile they had been having him toss back as each round was lost. "Seems as if your game could be quite more interesting than theirs. Would you care to play?"
Sobek tilted his head slightly. "I think the question is, would YOU care to?" Not that he thought it would be that hard of a choice, but it wasn't Sobek's to make. "Either way, I'll buy you some rum to wash that junk you're drinking down." Smirking, the croc stood to get himself some more as well.
He snorted softly before eyeing the men he had been playing with. Certainly not a hard choice indeed. He reached into his pouch in order to toss a few coins onto the table before following after the one who seemed to know so much about these sorts of establishments. He would get his gauntlets back... Somehow... "Seems as if you've got the best offer for the evening. Rum it is."
Sobek pulled out a few coins himself, and tossed them onto the bar to pay for the drinks. "So prefer to sit up here, or find our own table?" he inquired. He idly glanced at the men he'd been playing with -- wondering if they were the type to cause trouble a him interrupting their trouncing of this man. He almost wished they'd try something, maybe then the guy would get his gauntlets back. Although who knew if he wasn't already pondering ways of getting them back?
"That all depends on whether or not we'll be continuing on with the games." He chuckled, tilting his head proudly in defiance to the card sharks who were now left to content themselves with one 'poor sap' rather than two. "I'll cover the next round should we get that far."
"Table it is." Grinning, the croc handed the man his drink and slipped a hand in a pouch at his side to pull his own semi-worn pack of cards out as he grabbed his own rum. Sounded like there were some dice and other odds and ends in there too.
Out of the lion's den and into the jaws of a grinning Nile croc. Had he really gotten himself out of trouble? Or just more deeply into it? Head shook slowly to dash those thoughts from his mind as he followed the other man towards a table. "Poker again? Or have you other games that you teach the clueless such as myself?"
"I've several games. Up to you really, there are more interesting ways of playing poker however, than having to down a foul drink every time you lose." Settling down into a chair at a quiet table away from the hubub of the rest of the tavern, he set his drink and cards down and looked over the man curiously. "First though how about introductions? Name's Sobek." He offered a hand hoping to get a name back, otherwise he'd have to call him Copper for that hair of his. His red eyes reminded him of hex's though, an odd thought to have about now.
"Then here's to learning how to play poker your way." He nodded with an odd sort of grin as he slipped into the chair opposite the croc. "Aneliad... Pleasure to meet you, Sobek." It was then that he took note of how many people he'd met within the past couple of days and he instantly found himself fighting back the urge to ask if the other man knew any of them, much like the wolf had known the alchemist.
"Likewise. And as for the best way to play poker, there's several variations. But it's best if played for fun, and if betting occurs it should be in a manner where no one loses their possessions. Well," He added as an afterthought, "not permanently, anyway." Grinning he skillfully shuffled the deck. "Best if there's not too much pressure, hmm? No need to take games like this seriously, I don't believe."
He watched as the cards fluttered between the other man's fingers, taking into full appreciation how well the deck seemed to serve him. "Fair enough, I suppose... Just a little bit of learning, some good drink, and a temporary loss of posessions." He found himself chuckling as he reached for the rum in order to take a slow sip. "What will I be loosing?"
"We can stick with the good drink and bit of learning for now, then we'll see about the fun betting..how does that sound?" Finishing shuffling he set the deck down and eyed Ane. "If so how about you tell me what you know of the game, and I'll try to help fill in any gaps and such."
"Sounds just wonderful." He nodded, eyes shifting to a color more crimson than glittering ruby. "Pairs are better than nothing... If you get two of a kind and then three of a kind that's also good. Line things up in sequence, like ace, king, queen, jack, ten and you've got yourself set... Other than that, you're the pro and I am but your pupil for the evening."
Sobek nodded. "Basically the hands you can get, from lowest to highest are: One pair, two pairs, three of a kind, a straight -- 5 numbers in a row, but not necessarily the same suit, flush -- all of the same color, a full house is the two of a kind and three of a kind together you mentioned...four of a kind, and straight flush -- all in a row AND the same suit. If you have the highest five cards of the suit, that's called a Royal flush. And if you play with wild cards, such as one-eyed jacks, suicide king, or a joker, you could get five of a kind. But the most important thing to consider, considering how common it is to get absolutely nothing in a hand, it's good to keep high cards if your deal isn't looking to good. A hand with a single ace will beat a hand with a single king, etc." A lot to remember at once, Sobek knew, but it wasn't like this was going to be some serious tutorial.
...more to come... ^^
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 3:31 pm
Delivery...? eek --=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-- "Someone purchased you an item!"You recieve a small box addressed to 'Sobek', from the Bishop Traders Corp. A small packing slip and warning label decorate the box. Quantity 1: Warning: Item may have adverse, untested effect. No refunds. Enjoy! /not repsonsible for loss of limb, sanity, and/or home. Do not use while operating heavy machinery. --=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 9:19 pm
Another item...?"Thank you for your purchase!"You recieve a small box addressed to 'Sobek', from the Bishop Traders Corp. A small packing slip and warning label decorate the box. Quantity 1: "Aqua Ring" Warning: Item may have adverse, untested effect. No refunds. Enjoy! /not repsonsible for loss of limb, sanity, and/or home. Do not use while operating heavy machinery. ...okay, now I'm getting curious...
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 1:41 am
-- RP 1/24/06 --
His brow was furrowed as he made his way through the hellish town. All in all, he would be quite glad to be away from this place... The only good thing that had come from it was the few friendships that he had made and the bond he had found with Sebastian... And, perhaps, the understanding that both he and Pengryf had come to with each other after seeing things that neither had truly needed to see.
Dear gods his eyes still burned at the thought.
Either way, in order to leave this place and return to his 'home' he had to find a reliable means of transportation. And, only knowing one man with a ship that he could deem 'reliable' (afterall, he hadn't taken advantage of a poor drunken idiot who couldn't play cards for beans), he made his way down to the ports to see if he could hunt down the croc.
To find Sobek at the port would have been easy. Far too easy if he could have said so himself... And, as nothing in life was ever easy, he was then given directions towards a shop. Joy amongst joys. More wandering around.
Whistling a shanty, Sobek was sitting on his arse, as he had been doing a lot lately, behind the counter of the shop he and Hex had started. Feet propped up on the counter and chair leaning back against the wall, he added to the evergrowing pile of wood shavings as he worked on carving a little totem to add to the 'merchandise' they sold.
Hex had his little section of herbs and oils and salves, while Sobek tended to sell wood carvings and scrimshaw he did in his free time, as well as other sea-themed odds and ends. Free time which tended to be pretty common as of late. Needless to say the shelves were getting full of little carvings.
"This'd better be the shop..." He grumbled beneath his breath, having already peeked into three other places, nearling having his tush grabbed in one of them by a very dirty old man.
He opened the door to find... Carvings. Everywhere. It reminded him of a bloody toystore with a sea scent. This certainly didn't seem like the sort of place where a pirate would spend his free time... At least not the sort of pirates that he'd been telling Kindle about. Those ones were interesting. They didn't sit around and whittle all day as it looked like Sobek had been doing.
It was a good thing he'd come to the shop. Looked like the croc could use an adventure.
Yes it was a sad sad world when a pirate used a carving knife more than his cutlass. But ever since leaving Imperial when it went downhill, Sobek indeed hadn't had much excitement in his life. He really didn't enjoy the huge city that was Elysium very much, but he hadn't made too much of an effort to get away and do things. It was his own fault then really, that he'd been sitting on his arse more often than not.
So when he heard the door open, he jumped abit more than he probably should have. Not from being startled, but at the thought of something happening. So this is what he'd downgraded to. Being excited at the thought of a customer!? Composing himself, he nonetheless put his feet on the floor, if nothing else to look business like as he looked to see whoever it was coming in.
Well, as business-like as a crocodile could possibly seem.
Ruby eyes paused for a bit too long on a particular toy that, in a way, reminded him of a dog he'd once met. He quickly shook his head and let that thought go as far from his mind as it possibly could. No point in dwelling on the past when one was trying to think about the future, eh?
It was then that he caught sight of the far-less-fuzzy-looking croc. So that's what he looked like without the assistance of beer-goggles. Or rum-goggles. Or whatever-the-hell-he'd-been-drinking-goggles. At least he hadn't been all that far off in judgement. He was still green.
Slowly he made his way towards where the other man was sitting. It was best not to rush these things... Business was a tricky subject. He had to approach it the right way or risk getting turned down flat.
And, whatever he did, he was not going to start the conversation off by saying 'ahoy matey'.
Sobek blinked. And blinked again. It wasn't often he recognized faces in this city, except for the few friends he had, and the occasional regular customer, but he knew this one. The name was on the tip of his tongue, too, but the only thing really coming forefront to his brain was the fact that the last time he'd met this person, he had a few to drink. He looked abit more sober this time, thankfully.
Either way he was curious if the guy was here as a customer or for other reasons. He grinned, and relaxed, leaning back in his chair a bit. "Ahoy there. Been a while..." He figured it was tactful not to mention much of that night, the poor sob hadn't had much luck and had been rather down in the dumps.
'Ahoy'. There. The pirate had said it and he didn't have to. Or, rather, if he did say it then it would just be a return greeting and not some sort of mockery. "Aye, that it has been. Sobek, yes?" He raised a crimson brow, hoping to the heavens that he'd gotten the name right.
"Nice er... Shop you've got here." He commented as he motioned around to the toys as well as the other odds-and-ends. "Took a bloody eternity to find the place though. It'd be a bit easier if it had a name."
And it was a good thing the croc had finally remembered his name in return -- after all, he wasn't the one who'd been drunk that night. "Aye, and Aneliad, wasn't it?"
He chuckled at the comment about the shop. "It's something to keep me busy. Not much else does, as of late." He doesn't comment on the lack of a shop name, it wasn't just that they hadn't thought of one, sometimes it was good for your shop not to be found.
"So...what can I do for you? Don't suppose you're looking for wood toys or seashells, hm? Or maybe some random herbs from Hex's section over there," He waves a hand towards the Voodoo Dou's collection of probably legal stuff. Just don't ask him about side effects...
"Herbs?" His brow raised a bit further before he quickly shook his head. "No. No... That's not what's brought me here at all." He didn't make mention of his alchemist just yet... Or of the fact that Sebastian could have seen to it that he had any herb he wanted should he so choose to ask for it.
"As a matter of fact... I'm not here for wooden toys or seashells either. My brother, on the other hand might want a seashell or two... But I'm not shopping for him." He snorted as his hand brushed against the bag of coins he had tied to his belt. "I am, on the other hand, looking for someone with knowledge of a ship whom I could entrust to transport two very special things across the sea..."
He'd get to mentioning that those two things were people... And that he'd be wanting to come along too... In due time. All in due time.
Sobek actually raised a brow. Been a while since he'd had a proposition like this. Sitting his chair back down on the floor he set the half-finished totem on the counter. "Across the sea, huh? Don't suppose you mean Imperial, do you?" He rather hoped not. That continent had gone downhill in his opinion. Sure there had been work to rebuild it but it still wasn't what it used to be.
He was more than a little curious as to what these special things were, but one thing at a time.
"Well, actually..." He found himself smirking as he nodded. "Yes, I do mean Imperial... But if you're not up to it..." He shrugged, eyes flickering back towards the shelves upon shelves of toys. "From the looks of things you could use an adventure outside of your pocket knife and a piece of wood."
"It's not as if I'm disinterested, it's merely that Imperial is, in my opinion...well, let us just say It's not as it once was. I left that gods forsaken continent when it was overrun by the mist, and I consider it still very, very bad for business, whether it's receded or not." He shrugs. "I'm just not sure how worth it it is to take a ship across the sea to there. Especially when this sailor doesn't know what the special cargo is."
"It's not what it was around the time businessmen such as yourself decided to leave either. Things are changing over there... Just as they're changing her." He shook his head slowly as he crossed his arms over his chest for a moment. "Can you truthfully say you enjoy being stuck in a city this big where you'd be damned if you could find your arse if it was ever lost?"
No... Elysium definately wasn't for him anymore.
"I could make it worth your time, Sobek. All you'd need to do was name your price... Herbs for your shop, perhaps? My partner (smooth, make it sound like a business partner) specializes in herbs himself." He then let a grin slide over his lips. "Where's your sense of adventure gone?"
As much as he hated to admit it, Ane was right. He hated Elysium, the sprawling size of it, huge, yet at the same time suffocating you with it's crowds and industrialness. He was glad to hear it was changing, and he hoped it was indeed doing better than he envisioned.
"No, I can't." He sighed then, and stood up. "And, as much as I'm not sure I still want to just pack up and head back over there, you've got my interest for shipping something, at least." He snorted at the herbs offer. "Bah, that's Hex's bloody interest, not mine. Define worth my while, and you still haven't explained the cargo." He finally gave a little smirk himself.
Sometimes knowing the cargo wasn't a good thing, but he was curious, dammit.
"Gold." He put the word out there as if it were nothing. "I may not always look it... Certainly not the last I saw you... But I do have a bit stashed away from when I was rather nicely employed my some of the kind folks back on Imperial." He dropped his arms from across his chest, patting the satchel of coins at his hip with a free hand. "Getting the cargo off of this island is more valuable than some shiney bit of coin to me... Of course, if you prefer gems I could always convert the coin... Or there's always rum." He smirked almost teasingly.
... Only to have his smirk fade into a more serious look as the question of the cargo was brought up. It was about time, wasn't it? "My bond and our son... As well as myself and a few crates of things from his shop." He swallowed hard as he paused, waiting on this next response.
Now that was more his language, and he nodded at the new offer. He was glad he couldn't see the gold right now, it tended to distract him from professional 'business' talk. He waved his hand abit at the offer of gems and such, "That's not necessary, even if the rum's tempting." He smiled abit.
At the mention of 'live' cargo, his smile also faded a smidge. Shipping people in the past had usually meant they were in some sort of trouble, but it wasn't always the case. "I see. That is pretty special cargo, I'll agree. And I won't ask the reasons why you're so eager to get out of here, sometimes it's best not to know." He rubs his chin in thought.
"Even if you won't ask, I'm not afraid to tell." He shrugged, giving a little shake of his head that displaced copper locks around his face. "I'm done running from ghosts of the past... And this giant city? It's no place to start a family or raise a brattling. All I'd need was for the boy to run off and get lost somewhere and I'd never hear the end of it."
There was more to it than that... At least, a little bit. But that pretty much summed it up. "But it is good to know that you're willing. All you need to do now is to set the rate and let me know when I need to have everyone ready to ship out."
Even Sobek new a kid from a bond was pretty rare, and that this was an important trip. He still wasn't so sure that something wouldn't happen on the way, either.
"...well, I would have a few things to take care of before taking such a trip, of course...but after that I could get you a date. And, as for the rate? If you're asking me to set it, I'd prefer to do it after we get there. You know, in case of any...troubles? Not that I believe you three will be any trouble at all, of course." He grins, then tilts his head slightly, looking abit more serious.
"...Now, just one more thing, before I officially say yes. Mind telling me what makes you trust me enough to do something this important?"
Sobek's first round of words were greeted with a rather broad grin that seemed to say 'us? trouble?' followed by a chuckle. "I'll make sure to continue saving then... Just in case your price turns out to be a bit more steep than expected." Of course, he hadn't known what to expect in the first place so he'd been prepared for just about anything... And he was still smiling to top it all off.
That smile only faded for a moment, slipping into something more smirk-like than anything else. "When we first met I was considerably less than sober and, if I can recall correctly, you tried to teach me an honest game in hopes of letting me keep my clothes rather than a dishonest one that would've found me doing god knows what with who." He snorted, giving a little roll of his ruby eyes. "I still have yet to find the arserag that has my other gauntlet."
He shook his head once more. "Either way, somone was needed for the job and I'd rather hunt down the one pirate I've actually had the pleasure of meeting than find myself relying upon someone I'd be meeting for the first time."
He turned towards the door at that moment. "Take care of the things you need to take care of and we'll finish wrapping things up ourselves. I'll either check back in with you... Or you'll be able to leave word for us at my bond's shop. It's the only herb shop in this town within a block of three different bakeries." Sometimes he wondered how Seb managed to stay so thin...
He glanced back once more before slipping out the door. "Thank you."
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