A fateful night in purple haze

[Ochre St.Oleander]

The north blue was a drastically different place to the tropical waters that had peppered most of Ochre's route as she sailed and flew her way around the world. Even from above she could tell the difference as the wind bit at her underneath her feathers and how the dampness at the corner of her eyes frosted ever so lightly from the temperature. However, even in the cold north, there were places where she could roost, places where she could party and get her blood warm with ecstasy.

Even if she was still getting used to her abilities the advantages of being a distance flyer like a seabird had made it all too easy for her to find places she wanted to. Especially with good word of mouth to go off she was able to find Micqueot, a land renowned for its wine and vineyards. It was only too perfect for her, she was sure that not only would she be able to find a party that would occupy her for some time but also a path forward as well. She'd gotten used to flying and shifting forms, but she needed to make money again and while she couldn't swim anymore there were plenty of jobs that only a flier could do as a thief.

The priority order of these might've suggested that she try to find some work before celebrating, however within moments of setting foot on land Ochre had found an establishment to avail herself of sleep and thirst. A bar called Violet Dewdrop hidden in an alley that served local food, stolen bottles of wine, and enough lounging room to enjoy any drug or narcotic one had on them.

"Now this is my kind of place." Her words fell from her lips excitedly, running a hand through her sunset locks as each step of her heeled boots clicked against the pale grey wood in rhythm with the tune being played by a band of two on lute and accordion.

As she made her way across the bar she didn't make eye contact with anyone but kept her attention with a quick snap to the corner of her vision whenever she saw something that could catch her attention. As she found a table near the wall it wasn't long before she threw herself into the seat, leaning back and placing her shoes on the table as she let out a loud whistle and wave over to a barmaid. Within moments she had wine in her hand and looked like she had been in the comfiest spot for the entire day before taking a long hard sip from her mug.

"Fuckin' brilliant, these northerners are onto something with chilled booze." She wiped the wine from her upper lip before knocking back another swig only to repeat the process. "Now if only a job would fall into my lap the day would be perfect."

[Gilles]

In a corner in the back sat a lone gentleman with long white hair. He had perhaps three cigarettes in his mouth, all at different lengths and was currently lighting a fourth. These were emitting a purple smoke that seemed to sit heavy in the air around the. He was wearing a bright green suit that matched his eyes and his visible skin besides his face was covered in scars of various cause and severity, one in particular looked like a snake wrapping around his left thumb.

The only thing that would seem out of place besides his clothes was that it was the one spot in the bar that none of the other customers were inhabiting. One young man would stumble into the empty space before apologizing profusely and scampering back to his table.

The man would pause while the boy was in the space before going back to smoking. He did not pay anyone else attention as if he was just trying to mind his own business.

[Cherub Kane]

Just from the window of the bar plenty of the patrons would see a small tuffle starting. A large man, one to large to get into the bar was arguing with what looked to be a pirate, or maybe just a dirty old seafarer. The scuffle went back and forth, the voices sounding a bit muffled but for those outside they would hear the whole exchange.

"Come on, I know I can't get in there, just put my poster up for me. A man needs work!" Cherub would say pleading to the man. He had been trying to get in for the past five minutes, he knew the door was too small but he needed to at least get the flyer in there. He was just looking for friendly faces to help him get off this island. He needed a crew, but he was just asking for ship hands at the moment.

"No no no you're just gonna break the door down, can have ya solicitin inside of this fine establishment. People are trying to enjoy a drink." The man bantered with him. Cherub wasn't sure why he was still struggling to understand.

"I don't need to get inside, I just need you to put this poster up on your workboard. I'll give you money and I'll buy something. I'm trying to do business not start a fight." he offered the poster one more time. Hoping that it would finally get through to him. People often told him that insanity was doing the same thing over and over again getting the same results but expecting something different. He was starting to feel insane.

"No can do, I can't have you breaking things trying to make some friends. If ya want a drink then maybe you should've had some friends in the first place. These fine customers pay well, and they are respectful. You'd only bring out the worse in them with that attitude." The older man would say almost chiding him.

He wasn't really sure how to continue forth, but this was the last bar he was fisting for the day. Everything had been a no show, some people would accept his service, or his money but not all. Not a single one of them allowed him to put his posters up, not a single one of them allowed him to try. It was much harder to get a crew than he ever expected.

He needed to find a better plan if the polite way didn't work. Maybe it was much better to start looking for other outcasts like himself. Maybe he would be an outcast no matter where he went.

[Ochre St.Oleander]

As Ochre relaxed in her seat she stared off at the commotion that was happening around her, there was the standard patron that were having their own conversations, or slight squabbles as was typical of a tavern. However, more importantly, a giant at the door was causing an issue with some of the people as they tried to get into the building without any obvious or easy way to do so. It all seemed a bit ridiculous, although she had gotten inside herself Ochre knew that her long arms were unwieldy as well which would definitely cause trouble of their own if she were to transform.



"Well, I guess if I wanted a drink in peace I wouldn't have come to a public place." Her words followed with a chuckle as her eyes scanned across the room until she saw a smoking man, she looked at him and gave a nod of acknowledgment before starting to scan around again. "Well, except maybe for him, a level of relaxation most try to achieve."



Ochre kept rocking in her chair using her long arms to reach to the ground and keep herself balanced with her long limbs, enjoying the atmosphere in the place she was at. Finally, the bartender came back with the drink that she had ordered and she took a large gulp as she opened her jaw before slamming the cup down on the table. With a loud sigh of pleasure, she turned back to them before they left.



"Hey, I'll take another drink but why don't you get a couple for our friend outside, and uh, one for that guy who's smoking by himself over there." She said waving her long arms in the air in a circle, giving a signal in the air for another round.

[Gilles]

Gilles would sigh as his peaceful moment was being interrupted by a member of the tavern arguing with a large man outside. This was his time to be laid back and enjoy a drink but here was some oafs chatting and shouting back and forth. He would look and notice that the man was too big to enter the establishment and decided he would attempt to settle the situation himself.

He would stand up and move to the back of the tavern ignoring the bartender's attempts to stop him as he picks up a keg of booze and carries it past everyone who seemed to quiet down as he passed. This was not because he was strong but because he was a regular here and they knew he was quick to anger if his peace was ruined. Several Bar fights had happened due to his drink and meal being interrupted.

He would place the barrel next to the giant man and look up at him. "There you go sir. A drink that i will pay for myself and I will even take your poster and hang it up myself. Now if you would be so kind please cease talking so i can enjoy my time here. I would like to relax before i look for a new job" 

He would hold out his hand waiting to take the flier from the stranger. It was not so much him being nice more so than what he said, trying to maintain his perfect peace he is fostering here.

[Cherub Kane]

Cherub didn't expect to run into an individual, let alone two that seemed to extend kindness towards him. A drink had been bought for him, which he wasn't expecting nor exactly wanting but after a day of struggling to find any kind of help he'd have to be a fool to say now to such wonderous gifts. This man with the scent of thick smoke crudely offered to take his poster. It seemed that he himself had his own work that he wished to get to. Maybe it was a facade, maybe it was annoyance, either way, he wasn't going to wait for an answer. If he did then Cherub believed he'd be out of the chance.

"Thanks, here ya go!" he'd say thrusting the poster into the man's hands. "You don't know how long I've been trying to get this put up. As a man looking for work, you've got to understand the struggle. I'd say we're kindred in that case, but I'm looking for those to work alongside me." He offered to the man whose name he still did not have yet. That was something that needed to change.

Not wishing to forget his manners as the hybrid lifted the barrel of alcohol he would introduce himself. "This makes us drinking buddies at least, my name's Cherub Kane, thank you for the help, my good sir." With that he'd give a hefty swig of the ale presented for him. It was refreshing, that feeling of the slight woozy that followed the bitter taste. It bit back at him, now this was a divine treat. He'd make sure to raise his drink in salute to the kind patron who had paid for this next round. While he couldn't get inside he'd need to give a proper thanks.

Hollering into the bar, he'd speak to gangly armed woman "Thanks for the round! I can pay for a round but you might need to take the money if you need it!" he was offering the last of his money. Which wouldn't be good if he couldn't find any other work. Though planning wasn't his strong suit, it was always the reacting that the young man had perfected.

[Ochre St.Oleander]

The situation at the bar at the moment was one of complete and utter confusion to most, and to say that Ochre understood how such circumstances got here would also be inaccurate. Although she had chosen to go out for a simple drink she would find herself drinking with someone who couldn't even make it fully into the bar. Walking over closer to the door she would let out a soft chuckle under her breath thinking about how humourous the situation was in the first place.



"I feel that, most people here probably wanna relax before their next job." She said to the man who was drinking off in the back before she made it over to the giant who was near the doorway. With one of her extra long arms she would reach out to give a wave before speaking to them. "Names Ochre, and I'll happily take your cash for some drinks."



After her wave was done she would hold out her hand and make a small motion, it was clear what it meant because it could only mean one thing with what the conversation had. The beckoning fingers asking for the money for the next round, and as she did this her other arm would reach out to grab some drinks that were being brought by. All at the same time stepping slightly to the side so they could wheel out a keg barrel for Cherub to drink from. Ochre didn't even wait tilting back her head with a mug to her lips while she waited, showing how quick she was to get to the next round.

[Gilles]

Gilles would roll his eyes at this Ochre that was talking to him. "No no no. What most here want to do is celebrate their triumphs or chat. Relaxing is not something so trivial or fleeting. It is an art that is difficult to acchieve, especially with such distractions."

He would go back into the bar before rolling a table out and a chair in his other hand, sitting before the giant. "So what is this that you are saying about a job? I cannot promise that i am someone you are looking for but i am up for anything, especially if it involves a ship. I am Gilles by the way"