Post by Cirrus on Mar 27, 2011 8:01:09 GMT -5
(OOC: Nah, taken off during his 'operation'. I'll give him some soon enough, though.)
"Ummm.... Alek. I think you'd better get ready." Jack's warning distracted the cyborg long enough so that he couldn't be caught staring at Lyra in all her true beauty. One couldn't blame him, though. She was a mermaid for Pete's sake!
“Guys, you might want to conceal yourselves a bit better. I think they recognize you.” chimed Lyra, reiterating the message Jack had put out.
"Hn? Oh, yeah, right...let's move." Alek said, finally reacting. It was a rather bemused reply, because Alek was torn. Should he be staring at Lyra, or return the belligerent glare hosted in abundance by the gathering crowd? They may have been pirates, but they were ambitious too - enough at least, to have no qualms with taking down the 23,000,000 bounty head just standing there. Alek chose the latter option; if he survived then he could stare at Lyra all he wanted.
The accumulating crowd advanced, all holding weapons ranging from swords to guns to...one large weapon that a burly man seemed proud to heft around. Alek decided he did not want to get on the end of that thing, with all its blades and smoke and...other mysterious tools of mass destruction. Silence fell upon the usually rowdy Pirate's Market, and an air of hostility descended. After a few minutes awkwardly watching each other, wary of whatever tricks each had up their sleeves, one man broke ranks, courage or stupidity willing him on.
"Get 'im!" he cried, inciting the rest of the mob to attack too. Alek waited calmly for the first to get into striking distance, then began his assault. The first man threw a crude punch, but would only hit thin air. Alek had since disappeared from view; moving at imperceptible speeds. Within seconds of the man realising he had missed he was blown back by an invisible force, blood pouring from his nose and bruises appearing all over his body.
The crowd, seeing this, immediately stopped. The cyborg could almost see the gears turning in their heads - I don't want what happened to that guy to happen to me...is this really worth it? What if I die? Those bruises looked nasty... The general consensus was that this was a bad idea, and continuing would almost certainly result in grave injuries. A faint murmur of unwritten agreement rippled through the mob, and some even dropped their weapons.
"I guess that's checkmate then." Alek reappeared where he had previously stood, holding his chess set, knocking over the opponent's king. After he put the set away again, he addressed the other pirates, who were watching, curious.
"Yes, yes, it is I, Alek Sorenson of the Chess Pirates. You see my bounty-" Alek paused and took a poster of himself from the wall.
"-and try to attack me at once! How barbaric. I have not harmed you; I have not disturbed your sales. Leave me be, and I will ensure that you do not end up like that unfortunate fellow over there." at this point he pointed to the man he had previously defeated, whom was lying unconscious against the ruins of his stall.
The mob agreed, and so they were free to roam. That was not the end of it, however.
"What about dat mermaid? 'Bet she'd sell for right big price down't market!" The crowd all peered to get a better look at Lyra, whom they hadn't seen until now; a man being beaten up in such a one-sided fashion was a pretty big spectacle around these parts.
"Yeah! How comes you gets to sell da mermaid! Dis is our market!" chimed another. The crowd rallied around their compatriots, and picked up their armaments again.
"It seems we are among a treasonous and rapacious people, my friends. Running now seems rather futile. So, if you would mount your steeds if you have..." Alek paused for dramatic effect; the quixotic behaviour returning with a vengeance.
"...and prepare for war."