Mission #23: Wild Wild Winchester

[BEX]

(OOC: I asked Farris to join us with her comedic bounty hunter...the mission requires for someone to oppose the pirates so I figured it would be a good shot)

Hearing that they had to wait until the next morning left Jack feeling someone empty as he snorted and walked away from the group intent on spending his time in solitude; the other two seemed way too excited about this mission. Honestly he wondered if he could even afford to destroy the Marine Warships that were scheduled to come by here tomorrow since he needed a ship to get off the island and the best way to do that would be on one of those vessels. Spitting the dry spit out of his mouth he strolled through the streets into nightfall being only dimly aware of the darkness that fell around him, but his thoughts were distant from himself. Images of his home in Saint Reia flashed in his head and then a picture of that woman’s saddened face as her father drug her away from him probably forever; all very sobering details of his life.

“D*mn, I gotta find a way to make some cash around here…” he complained when suddenly a woman walked by and the miscreant’s eyebrow arched in amusement as he followed the shapely woman trailing her slowly.

Eventually she turned around with a mixture of fear and anger in her eyes berating the crude young man as he took in her figure paying no heed to the words of warning that she continued to emphasis, knowing that he had no interest in her words. Suddenly the world began to spin and Jack fell limply towards the earth despite his instincts telling him to bring his hands up to protect his face, however he didn’t need to worry about this affair as something broke his fall. Despite his rather unfortunate predicament the cursed man found his head wedged quite firmly in the cleavage of the woman’s exposed chest. He was in as much shock as she was and attempted to explain that, but didn’t get very far as she walloped him with several unforgiving blows with a large clay basket finally the basket shattered against the thug’s hard skull. Jack flopped to the ground helplessly while the woman behooved him for touching her in such a “vulgar” manner and all he could do was smile dryly as he remembered the warmth that the “funbags” had embraced him with,

“Babe…you already let me test the waters, why don’t you give me a nice room to sleep in along with a nice acquaintance such as yourself to help me keep the sheets warm?” he asked seriously despite being flat on his back.

The woman’s eyes glowed brightly in the dark sky and then suddenly she was smiling sweetly as she knelt down placing her small hand on one of the tattooed ankles of the paralyzed bounty head. She rubbed gently up and down his shin in silence before finally grasping his ankle as she began to drag his whole body to some unknown location; the way she suddenly changed demeanors had alerted the young man that he might actually be in trouble,

“Hey! You don’t gotta help me out…I-I was just kiddin’ around” he shouted, but to no avail.

[Farris (Kuro)]

The not so well known bounty hunter, LehohohoPoopoo, made his way to the docks as per the request of his client. The client was not a big important busness man but some the which the bounty hunter and worlds worst swordsman felt was of much greater importance. It was a little girl of age five who was worried about her daddy. The man was a marine on the battle ship that was coming in that day, but with all the sinking ships she was concerned that he wouldn't make it home safely. Now Winchester Island was no place for a Marine family but they were a poor lot and really couldn't afford to live else where. So Here he stood, touched by the sweet little girl's troubles, he, Lehohohopoopoo could not let this young girl cry over such a thing! Thus he had told her he would insure that the ship arrived unharmed!

Determination glimmered in the man's eyes as he walked out to towards the docks. Currently he was in the center most part of the town and as he made his way to his destination, he spotted a particular site of a man being dragged by a woman. "Oh No, no, no! Mademoiselle! You shoulds not be carryingz zuch 'eavy tingz! Allow moi, Mon' Cherie!" The Bounty hunter offer tipping his sky blue hat with the neon green feather. His odd accent only adding to his off rainbow shirt and outfit.

[Nasakeshira]

((OOC: So, the new posting order is Loec, Jack, Farris, me?))

"No, give me the pie first! The pie, no Auntie. Sorry Auntie." Mathus muttered in his dream as he turned over again. With another toss the rose head would fall off the roof, CAW! CAW! CAW! A raven fluttered and pecked at his face, Mathus woke up in a yelp! From the sudden attack of the bird he had involuntarily moved, he belly flopped onto the street. "Ow," turning over he looked into the sky as he heard his belly grumble. "So... agh yagh... hungry." He laid in the spot for a few moments. Suddenly popping up before turning round to head down the street, he walked casually. Sniffing the air, "hmm... maybe I can get some of Jaimomininni's breakfast. After all I did find him a pretty big catch yesterday."

Before long Mathus he was standing in front of the same that he had gone berserk in, already there were repairmen talking to the proprietor. Approaching them with a dumb smile he spoke up, "Good Morning Jaimo-San." Standing next to him he stretched his neck, "so whats for breakfast today."

"Well today we'll have to make some cut backs on our menu. So bacon, brea-" Jaimomininni suddenly stopped himself, " LIKE HELL I'M FEEDING YOU! YOU'RE THE REASON WHY I HAVE TO PAY THESE DAMN REPAIRMEN! YOU'RE NOT EATING FROM MY BARESTAURANT! (Bar Restaurant)" Jaimo yelled loudly while knocking Mathus through the wooden floor.

Rubbing his head while looking out of the hole created by Jaimo-san he muttered barely audible words, "well now you owe me for hitting me through the floor." In an even quieter voice, "and for being a loud mouth."
"Huh, kid what did you say? You want a beat down?" Jaimo-san yelled, "thats right! Now come up here and get breakfast you piece of sh*t!"

Sitting on the bar was a breakfast platter full of foods that would give anyone a super day. Mathus sat down and started eating, pancakes, salchichas, and various assortments of food began flowing into his stomach.

[thormundsson]

Loec woke up to the peaceful sounds of birds singing. The night in his makeshift room had been very comfortable and he felt revitalized. He grabbed his stuff, put his clothes back on, ripped a part of the wall away and stepped outside. The morning sun was cold and it's brightness seemed dull. After he got his things ready he used the rocks to fill in the holes he had made on the rock and sealed the room behind him. "always good to have a safe spot if I ever need to come back" Loec thought to himself as he walked into town.

After a bit of searching he encountered Mathus in the very bar that they had found him brawling the night before. Feeling hungry Loec sat down for some breakfast, he hadn't brought anything with him and the chef seemed to be skilled enough in his trade.

After his breakfast he walked outside, looking for Jack. The man was far too interesting and funny to be left out of this and Loec knew he'd have some fun if Jack joined them again. It was at that moment that he noticed a trail in the ground, like somebody had been dragged through the streets. "Well well, this is just to interesting not to follow" Loec though as he followed the trail through the town and towards a small, rundown, house on the outskirts.

[BEX]

(OOC: Seems they want this to be a serious thread, Farris. So we will just proceed to the next day as they have already done. Also sorry it took me so long to post. I was updating the DF book yesterday.)

Jack awoke the next morning laying in an alley behind the woman who dragged him to her home, but for some reason his head was throbbing and his back hurt; these were either very good signs or very bad signs however he didn’t have much time to ponder them. The laughing assassin from yesterday suddenly appeared with his usual pragmatic smile as if the world was telling jokes non stop. Rising a bit dazed the pirate stumbled out of the alley way holding his head as the light of day put to much of a strain on his eyes and the sounds that came from all over town seemed to contribute to his headache as well,

“What the hell…” he murmured a bit confused as he stopped in front of the assassin and realized that the other guy wasn’t with him, “…and why did you come alone?” he asked astutely as his hand dropped from his head; the headache would have to wait.

It didn’t seem as though the assassin was trying to be stealthy in fact it didn’t even seem like the assassin knew that he would find Jack where he did, but still the way the assassin carried himself made Jack distrustful of him all the same. If it was a fight the guy wanted the “Typhoon Swell” would gladly give it to him. His red gi that hung loosely against his skin had gathered a lot of dust, but for the most part the street punk remained intact save for the throbbing of his head and that wasn’t going to stop him from the raid of the ships that were coming by today. In truth it was one of the only things in this town that he had come for and so walking past the assassin not waiting for an answer to his question the lanky swordsman walked towards the docks calling over his shoulder,

“Well? Let’s get the f*ck goin’” he stated candidly keeping his back completely open, but always listening; it was symbolic of how Jack Dancer liked to live his life, completely on the edge whether for better or worse.