Post by Vio on Feb 27, 2016 9:33:45 GMT -5
“Ah guess Ah can see whaur you’re comin’ from, Mister…?”
“They call me Caoba,” replied the mammoth of a man rather casually, eyeing Louisa McLeod rather lazily from the corner of his eye, just as a bull might have given a passing glance to a small bird. For all his size and stature, this individual seemed to cling to an air of tranquillity that made him blend into the forest of people despite his appearance. Sitting there, though it was obvious enough that his massive arms and broadened shoulders demanded a little extra in the way of personal space, Caoba seemed quite comfortable chewing on cooked apples and other items of a fruit salad. Not a single scrap of cooked animal flesh sat upon his plate – a stark contrast to the pile of meats that the musician had adorned her own dish with.
“Caoba… Reit… So,” Lou piped up in an attempt to make conversation and fit in, “How long ‘ave ye bin part ay El Roble, eh? Just joined recently, tay?”Silence.“Uh…?”
“Sorry, Miss, but getting my associate here to converse is quite the challenge at present… He’s not the type to speak unless he believes what he has to say is of utmost import to the situation at hand…” Another voice, this one seemed to taper off into naught but a whisper at the end of each spoken sentence, called out to her. Gaze shifting from the bull-like behemoth and towards the other end of the table, sea green hues soon settled upon another man of lanky figure. He was not particularly tall, in fact he was quite a bit shorter than Louisa herself based upon his seating to too far away, and his manner of dress made him appear quite effeminate. A white robe of sorts – not unlike a tunic – accompanied by decorative pale green ribbons which turned to a rich magenta at their tapering ends, the shoulders and sleeves were clearly sewn together with flaxen fibres of light green. Atop this all he seemed to wear a shawl or scarf or similar piece of garb which fell to one side; green in colour which turned magenta towards the almost butterfly wing-like end, such garb resembled the fluttering seeds of certain trees.
“An’ ye ur…?” the redhead rumbled quizzically, now taking a bite out of a large pork bun which she held in one hand whilst prepping the next morsel with her free digits. The youth had already identified himself as a member of El Roble, though his name had yet to be revealed. His choice of attire might have seemed rather ornate compared to the dress choices of others amongst the organisation, but the boy with ash blond hair did not look all that threatened when compared to mighty brutes and wielders of powerful weapons.
“My name is Fresno… I joined El Roble four months ago…,” the boy answered. “As for Caoba, he’s been a loyal follower of the Abbess since the very founding of the order… I can’t really say much about anybody else here – I’m still only an initiate so I haven’t had much of a chance to make the acquaintance of the other big members…”
“Well, Ah guess it’s braw tae meet ye, Fresno! Ah’m Louisa McLeod, ay th’ Queen Pirates!” Such words escaping her lips were certainly not easy ones, for her inbred angst for this cult of terrorists still did everything in its power to lace her tongue with venom. She was fortunate that nobody was really paying attention, for her smile was clearly feigned and her voice quaking a little in distaste. If anyone would have noticed, it would have been those beside her – or even the one to whom she spoke – but none seemed to pay her any mind. They were probably taking it all in their stride; many of these individuals were pirates like her who had been roped into joining forces with the occultist order, whether they had opted in or otherwise.
These two – Caoba and Fresno – seem loch completely different folk… Still on edge as anyone would be given the plan that the Queen Bee had concocted, Miss McLeod seemed to find herself paying quite a bit of attention to the finer details that she would normally have overlooked entirely. It could hardly be said that she was reading the two operatives very well, for she really would not have been able to unless she could feel the flow of music in the air, but the contrast between them stood out. Not to mention the fact that several other agents of various calibres still sat amongst them; Abeto, Mimbre, Haya, Secoya, and even Abbess Rezadora herself…{*OOC*}
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Shingetsu Asada (22c22c)
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Rezadora Raiz (33ff33)
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