The Slippery Seal

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As the winds blew by The Slippery Seal tavern, the simple breeze seemed to sway the building. The sun dried outer boards seemed cracked, ragged and look like the smallest spark would set the dried wood ablaze.

Inside the attitude was like the wooden building. Dry. The barkeep slowly wandered around re-filling the tankards of the few patrons. The keep filled the tankard of a rather out of place looking man. Unlike the usual rabble in the tavern.

This man was dressed in a finer piece of clothing, a three piece suit that seems to be worn and torn from his time at sea. The man's hair is black, peppered with grey as is his beard and mustache.

"My thanks." Theodore said to the barkeep, he eagerly lift the tankard to his mouth and drank from it. The head of the ale clung to his mustache, until it was licked of by the Theodore's tongue.

"I think it's time I order a meal. Do you have pork?" What was life without pork Theodore thought. All the times he spend in the mansion as a child growing up, there was always pork to be had!

"We got pork out the back. Can't say it'll be any good though." The barkeep spoke asthough he was uninterested in the conversation, or was it with the customer?

A few long minutes later the barkeep returned with some cold pork with a side of a sad looking salad. With just a nod he wander back to his business.

"Now just need to wait." Theodore slowly ate his pork, it was nothing compared to that at the mansion, but pork was pork.

Theodore continued to wait, what he was waiting for he didn't know. Maybe for another crew mate to show up, or an interesting character to show up.

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A masked man swayed through the door, its dried boards swishing past, sliding across his revealed arm as he moved through, his face covered by a mask that screamed pain and horrors awaited beneath its metal plating.

The thing took a few steps forward, its head turning back and fourth as people retreated into their seats, their eyes glancing about as they looked at the menacing sight, wrapped around his body was a long length of chain, its metal tough and in blotches stained crimson. In one hand he carried a large torn up bag, a matter of metal piercing through its leather carcass while on his back and busted up rifle similar to what a Marine would carried was draped across him.

His body moved with hard steps, making the floor creak beneath his body as he moved to the barkeep, his head dropping down as his body moved as if it was its own separate organ. The masked figures head still twisting and turning to what could only be assumed to be a glare.

After what felt like an eternity of walking a short distance he dropped himself next to dalsirus, his revealed arm dropping the bag of equipment as the chain slid down his body, only for it to be quickly returned with a bump of the shoulder. "Give me... meat..." his voice broke out. It sounded like his words were being dragged against a sanding machine as they drawled out. His hand raised and a small amount of Berri were produced, his head turning to the man and snapping back quickly to look back to the barkeep.

"Uhhh... why is it my job to feed people." the man sighed as he walked back behind the kitchen, the sounds of knives clattering and scraping through flesh becoming audible. In a few dreadful minutes the man returned with a plate of some sort of meat. As to what kind Balvator was uncertain. His revealed arm pulled his mask back a little, just enough to see his crumpled skin for a few second, quickly his other picked up and scooped the meat through the small gap, stuffing his face as fast as possible before releasing an audible gulp.

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Was it a smile that crossed Theodore's face when he saw the lumbering thing walk through the door. Maybe things would become interesting. His hand brushed up against the hilt of his sword, his other hand touching the few vials in his pocket. One contained a simple laxative, one a paralysis, the last, one that was derived from the puffer fish it would kill within moments.

The whole bar seemed to quietened as the man sat next to Theodore. They, like Theodore were curious as to what would come from this engagement between the two.

"Hello there..." Theodore let the silence pan out and let the beast feast on his meal before he continued his sentence.

The man was quick unusual, he was like a bear, a wolf and a homeless man were combined into one. The way it walked, held itself and chowed down was nothing of normal.

Maybe this man was just another person looking for something or someone to connect to. By his rifle it was likely that he robbed a Marine or killed, either way not something that made Theodore comfortable.

"Enjoying the meal?" Theodore raised his tankard and gesture for the barkeep to bring over a jug of ale with another glass.

The barkeep hesitantly brought over the jug and glass, placed it onto the table.

"Please, drink." This could be an interesting day...

[Thraxis]

His eyes snapped into place, its erratic movement stilling and focusing in on the Moustached man, it was rare to see someone speak to him, at least someone who wasn't cursing his name. His mouth still goring through the slabs of meat he was presented with.

His lips smacked against the meat, sounding like a fat man eating and drinking all the while trying to make himself heard. Though the sounds lasted for a few seconds, about the same amount of time for him to finish devouring the food present.

He turned his head, his head bobbing left and right as his eyes slowly loosed their focus, "Hell... lo." he pumped out, as his body moved, the chains rattling against the leather as he looked to the barkeep presenting the booze.

Then another set of kindness dropped from the man. The pieces started to form, this must have been a customer. Who did he want gone. How much was he offering. These were the important questions to ask, but were quickly drowned out by flesh gripping glass and the sound of liquid splashing into a cup.

Krieg slowly raised the cup to his mask, the liquid splashing around the mask, some droplets falling down through the air holes in the mask, small amounts reaching his throat and a lot to be wasted on the floor. If the floor had been capable Krieg was sure it would have been drunk for three years straight by all the booze that had seeped into its cracks.
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Theodore watched as this thing attempted to drink the drink, spilling it all down himself, the table and the chair. Surely there would have been an easier way to do that. And there was! Raising the mask...

Theodore sat back as it attempted to communicate. Obviously it had learn to speak as a child and growing up, but what would turn someone into this. Could it have been drugs, alcohol or some traumatic event. All this Theodore wanted to extract from the thing. Then Theodore saw something he missed in the initial entrance. The chain the man carried, it must have been attached to a winch system or something for it to be able to spring up and down. Obviously this creature that ate before him was used to combat and taking things that weren't its.

Once the man finished splashing the drink every where Theodore began to speak.

"What do you call yourself?" Theodore's question was of genuine interest. This crazed, unstable mess of a 'human' intrigued Theodore.

Twirling his mustache with one hand, Theodore would check his pockets again for his much beloved vials. Would he be doing the world a favor if he slipped some of the poison into this mans drink? Even if he did, the fool would probably spill it all.

Thraxis

[Thraxis]

Theodore didn't notice as the man pinned his gaze onto Thodore, nor did he take much heed of the liquid as it splashed around, landing with cold thuds onto the drunk boards. Though he did take notice when his gaze lowered, eyeing his chains that had adorned around his body. It was a rare weapon to see used, it was tough to get the right distance when swinging but Krieg always had a knack for swinging the chain around.

"They... peo... people cal... call me... Screw Loose." he chocked out, the sanding ever present as he turned, his concealed eye danced around as it bounced over the mans body, taking special note of the fantastic mustache he twirled in his fingertips. His gaze fixated as he turned to look towards the man, his head obviously bobbing as he took in more of the mans appearance, after a few seconds it was clear he was looking at a Marine. "Wha... what is... yo... your name?" his guttural voice spat out as he saw him rummaging through his pockets. He hadn't done enough to garner the attention of the marines, so it fell to the next choice. He wanted something, everyone has needs and this man obviously had certain needs.

Krieg looked around, his voice hushed to a muffle as he carefully chose his next few words, "Wha... what do you,,, want." it was about as straightforward as you could get, with the minor hiccup or two impaling his words as he tried to speak through his broken voice.
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