Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2012 14:16:26 GMT -5
"Tell me again why you wanted transport here?" inquired the sea captain. His vessel and his crew definitely did not seem all that ferosome and fear inducing as the average pirate crew; that being he wasn't that much of a criminal activist, just one of the few captains who made an industry dealing with those who for whatyever purpose did not want to go to the marines. This time around he had picked up a wondering fighter, who had insisted they travel to Raito island: for a complimentary fee of course. Cashern, the quite enigmatic and focused traveller was looking towards the horizon, almost seething with impatience. He kept quiet to the captain's inquiry. "Listen kid, we don't have any problems ferrying a man with a little dirt on their name, otherwise we wouldn't have any business; but even we seadogs have our limits," he warned. His ears eachoed in the ears of his nearby crew, who all slowed their current actions down. The Captain was standing on the deck a few feet behind Cashern who was still looking out to sea.
"...It was the cheapest place I could afford," replied Cashern anticlimactically. The tension Cashern hasd built up before answering had been choking those around him, all of which weren't sure what his answer or motives might be. It was too much for some to hear of such an irrelevant answer. It caused on of the chore boys to drop a crate on his partner's toe. While the crew stared on blankly Cashern, still looking to the horizon began to smile, sporting an almost devil-may-cry grin. He was just happy for the time being to be a free man.
Meanwhile, in Bright Village
"Can't I interest you in a single spin sir?" she ask cutely in her skimpy, rather revealing uniform as she place a drink at his counter. Rango, the recipicant of this rather delightful interaction smiled bashfully, but shook his head all the same.
"I'm a treasure hunter. Caves, bats and good ol'fashioned booby traps satiate my appetite. The dangers standing in between me and the gold in places like this tend to be a tad too sophisticated." he replied with a hint of humour in his voice. As he said so a large, sweaty man lumbered behind the two of them burping a few seconds after Rango had spoken. "...However the jury isn't exactly unanimous all the time..." he whispered to his waitress. She lifted her now empty tray infront of her lower face so as not to give away to anybody else that she was laughing at Rango's witty jab at the passing belcher. He nodded and she went away. Rango then turned to face the roulette wheel, at which one man in particular was on a roll. He had a group of his flunkies about him as he stood at the pinnacle of the table while other gambling enthusiast stood about him soaking in his energetic atmosphere.
Rango toyed with the spiked lime in his drink as he watched silently from his end of the table. He had been watching him for a while now, aware the man had built up quite a little trove of beli from his luck at the round table.
"...It was the cheapest place I could afford," replied Cashern anticlimactically. The tension Cashern hasd built up before answering had been choking those around him, all of which weren't sure what his answer or motives might be. It was too much for some to hear of such an irrelevant answer. It caused on of the chore boys to drop a crate on his partner's toe. While the crew stared on blankly Cashern, still looking to the horizon began to smile, sporting an almost devil-may-cry grin. He was just happy for the time being to be a free man.
Meanwhile, in Bright Village
"Can't I interest you in a single spin sir?" she ask cutely in her skimpy, rather revealing uniform as she place a drink at his counter. Rango, the recipicant of this rather delightful interaction smiled bashfully, but shook his head all the same.
"I'm a treasure hunter. Caves, bats and good ol'fashioned booby traps satiate my appetite. The dangers standing in between me and the gold in places like this tend to be a tad too sophisticated." he replied with a hint of humour in his voice. As he said so a large, sweaty man lumbered behind the two of them burping a few seconds after Rango had spoken. "...However the jury isn't exactly unanimous all the time..." he whispered to his waitress. She lifted her now empty tray infront of her lower face so as not to give away to anybody else that she was laughing at Rango's witty jab at the passing belcher. He nodded and she went away. Rango then turned to face the roulette wheel, at which one man in particular was on a roll. He had a group of his flunkies about him as he stood at the pinnacle of the table while other gambling enthusiast stood about him soaking in his energetic atmosphere.
Rango toyed with the spiked lime in his drink as he watched silently from his end of the table. He had been watching him for a while now, aware the man had built up quite a little trove of beli from his luck at the round table.