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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 19, 2015 15:30:30 GMT -5
Aaron smiles, "Thank you for all you've done. If ever you need healing, just ask. Go and enjoy your rest. May Pelor guide you through the dark places." He shakes Mac's hand, "Make sure you take good care of the lady, she has a good heart." Mac nods, "Be safe priest." He says simply. Then he turns and heads for the door. Aaron calls after you, "If ever you're looking for work, I've almost always got something." Mac leads you though the city, this time he doesn't take your hand. He keeps a half step ahead, and avoids making eye contact too. You arrive back at the Wayfarer's Rest.
(For your adventures so far, welcome to level 2.)
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 19, 2015 18:33:46 GMT -5
Tsunami follows Mac through the streets until they arrive again at the Wayfarer's Rest. Just before entering, she takes ahold of your bicep and turns you to face her. She tries to read the expression on your face, noting not for the first time how strikingly handsom your features are. She tells you gently,
"I be in need of answers, food, and some of the fine and finer rum. Will ye grant me a few more hours of your company? I mean to take me victuals in me room, and I'd be pleased to have you join me. I do be havin' a game of sorts in mind. Are ye of the mind to come and play?"
She cocks an eyebrow at you challengingly, and the corners of her mouth pull up in a smaller version of the playful smile you've come to like.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 20, 2015 7:20:32 GMT -5
Mac stops when you touch his arm, but turns slowly. Maybe he was preparing himself, maybe he's just tired from a long couple days. "You're not the only one that wants answers." He says, adding, "but I'm game for this game of yours. I need to get cleaned up, give me an hour or so." He breaks off then, slipping into the sounds of merry making inside. The noise breaks off as the door closes behind him, an you're left alone in the street outside.
When you enter the inn Mac is nowhere to be seen. As you're entering your room the lads bring the tub into Mac's room. You catch a glimpse of him, shirtless. He's holding a towel by both ends, with the middle wrapped around his neck. The lads close the door behind them as they leave.
An hour or so later there is a knock at your door. Mac stands there fully dressed with his black jack, "Care for some company?"
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 20, 2015 8:37:52 GMT -5
Tsunami waits while Mac goes through his bathing ritual, and although she is busy eating and washing at the wash basin of her own accord, she finds herself repeatedly preoccupied with the thought that not twenty feet from where she stands, Mac is completely naked in all his muscle-bound glory. After getting a new eyeful of Mac in just his breeches, she's glad she hasn't given up on him completely...yet. That will depend on the rewards that her game brings.
She has been wearing the same clothes through all of this unpleasant running around, so after washing off the trials of the day with a sponge-bath, she dresses in her new tailored outfit that she had procured before finding out that Mac had been taken. A clean new shift and petticoat and stays goes on, these are fairly plain common-looking items. Then comes her new short overcoat, clasped at the front, and second petticoat. This is where the style comes in, it's made from a patterned fabric the likes of which she has never seen before, and she feels it might help that her bosom is more tucked away so as not to distract from the important conversation that they will be having.
She picks at her food, and forces herself to eat at least a little so she can keep her wits about her later while drinking. Her stomach is twisting in painful knots as she keeps thinking of the worst case scenario, that she is being used by everyone she has met here so far, including Mac. It's strange, she's never felt uncomfortable about confrontation before. Speaking with a blade was so much easier than caring. All it usually took was a simple slash, slash, then the problem was solved. There was usually even gold as a reward for her trouble. She was beginning to understand why none of her fathers had taken on wives.
She takes out the new stolen throwing daggers. There is a set of four. She separates two from the roll and sets them aside for Mac, and divides the twenty gold pieces into two piles. She adds hers to her own pouch and stows it away in her pack. Then she reties the stolen pouch, now with only ten golden phoenixes inside. Lastly, she pulls out both bottles of rum. She knows they'll likely need it all.
Almost on cue, there is a knock at the door. It's Mac. He's dressed, which a disappointed tug at the back of her mind tells her is too bad, but he smells great. "Care for some company?" he asks, and she invites him in. She has pulled the small table over to the side of the bed. On it stands what she thinks of as his cut of the treasure, the two bottles of rum, and her own black jack. It hasn't escaped her notice that he has allowed her to pocket all of the goods so far, this can mean one of two things: he either doesn't need the money because he’s funded by one of the groups that has been manipulating her, or he trusts her. This has gone a long way to make her feel like a heel for mistrusting him, but in the end the nagging feeling of doubt inside her is the dominant one.
She sits on the bed to one side of the table, and offers you the spot on the bed opposite her. She knows you like to lean on things, but she’s ok with you being a tad uncomfortable until she finds out if she can trust you again. She takes her fine bottle of rum and pours you both a drink, but makes no move to raise her cup. Instead, she hands over the treasure she's set out for you.
“Tonight be a night of answers and I'll be givin' you what they be callin’ a carte blanche.” She tells you. "This is how the game works. You make a statement about me you’re believin’ to be true. If it be true, I must drink. If it be false, you must raise your own glass. Ask me anything, Mac, and I’ll swear true every time. I expect the same consideration from the likes of you. Do we have an accord?”
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 20, 2015 9:08:59 GMT -5
Mac kicks off his soft soled shoes, and takes a seat where suggested. He takes his split of the loot, and drops the coins into shoe, with the dagger beside. Mac raises an eyebrow when you describe the game, "Sounds like a fun game, I give oath that my answers be true." He says the first hesitantly, but the second half about truth he says with conviction. "So it be information you seek that has put you off today." He abruptly holds up a hand, "No, don't answer. I'll wait my turn. He holds his black jack, leaning back on his elbows expectantly.
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 20, 2015 9:28:24 GMT -5
Tsunami is reassured by the conviction in your voice, and is satisfied that you will answer truthfully. Her eyes roam across your face as she wonders how she can begin. On one hand, she doesn't want to ask the inevitable question that might end this. On the other hand, she doesn't want to sit here and waste her very expensive rum on someone who has been leading her along and manipulating her the whole time. She takes a deep breath and opens her mouth to speak. A pained expression crosses her face and she blows out her air in a hughing stream, refraining from saying a word. She takes another breath, and decides that the long day of no answers has been long enough. Visions of you giving her the worst possible response swim in her head as she states: "You are working for the shadow hand." The hand holding her blackjack shakes. She waits a moment and adds, "If it be true, drink."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 20, 2015 11:46:42 GMT -5
Mac laughs, thinking you're making a joke, "Ask another, you know I failed to retrieve the seal for the Shadow Hand." A look of understanding crosses his face, followed quickly by a flash of anger, than sadness, "Oh, you meant I'm still working for the Shadow Hand. Or perhaps, working on you for the Shadow Hand." He's quiet for a full minute, looking like you just kicked his puppy, then, "Drink." He says. He waits until you've finished your drink before asking, "You go again, you answered my first question already." He even sounds hurt.
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 20, 2015 12:03:34 GMT -5
As you laugh, Tsunami begins to fear you won't be telling her the truth. Then, when anger flashes across your face, she begins to fear you in your own right, that you realize that she has discovered your little secret and now he must put an end to you. Her hand curls into a fist, ready to punch you if you attack her. Then her hand slackens as sadness creeps into your voice. At your statement that she thought you were working on her for the Shadow Hand, she nods and waits. When you tell her to drink, you can see plain relief wash over her, and her whole countenance shifts as if a great weight has been lifted off of her shoulders. She drinks and refills her cup. When you offer for her to go again, she shakes her head.
"By all means, it be yer turn, I'd say you've earned it." She waits for your turn in seriousness, but this time she is smiling.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 20, 2015 13:05:25 GMT -5
Mac takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly though his nose. Then he closes his eyes, and takes another, then a third. Opening his eyes Mac smiles, "You were thinking of hitting me a moment ago." He says gesturing to your now slackened fist, "You're forgiven for thinking I was your enemy. Dealings with the Shadow hand can make anyone paranoid. You're also forgiven for thinking about punching me, if I was your enemy, you may have needed to hit me." He sighs, "Now that that unpleasantness is out of the way, I believe it was my turn. Your hair is purple." He knocks back the contents of his blackjack, "Sorry I needed a drink. Your turn."
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 20, 2015 13:46:01 GMT -5
Tsunami laughs in earnest at the purple remark and she refills your cup, this time slightly higher than the last. She can understand that one, she always wears purple.
"I be truly sorry if I hurt you, Mac. The truth be that I be findin' being manipulated by those ruffians to have left a sour taste in me mouth. I was surprised when the Shadow Hand just handed ye back to me without a fight. From what you had hinted at earlier, I saw little sense in it. And then thar be that note in the blackened tunnel, with ye up ahead in the dark where I wasn't fit to see you...it would have been too easy for you to place it thar, and besides, how else would they have known where we'd be? Those guards should have been out for at least an hour. Please understand that I was more aprehensive of the situation, rather than of ye. I just couldn't stand it if ye were acting against me. I think I..." she trails off and then continues "I think I need to take this off, the rum be makin' me quite warm."
She unclasps the hooks on her pretty black and silver and purple jacket and shrugs out of it. She rises and walks to the chair, raising her glass to you. "Ye have a true appreciation o' me new outfit." she says pertly as she places her jacket on the chair and spins a little. This time, she's really not sure who will be drinking.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 20, 2015 13:56:55 GMT -5
Mac listens as you explain, then shrugs, "You're already forgiven lass, it be in the past already." When you trail off, you realize that you have his full attention. When you change what you were going to say, he smiles and his eyes turn hungry. That oily quality creeps onto his lips. He watches you intently as you remove the jacket, and spin. It takes him a moment to realize that you took your turn. "I think we both need to drink. I do have a true appreciation, but it has little to do with that outfit." He holds up his hands to forestall an objection, "Don't get me wrong lass, it suits your figure, and my fancy just fine. It's you, not your clothes that holds my interest." He raises his glass, and waits to see your ruling, "Your game, your ruling."
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 20, 2015 14:20:17 GMT -5
Tsunami laughs again and raises her glass before drinking her lot. "To Osprem, who has once again led me true." She drinks down the room temperature liquor, relishing the flavours that play over her tongue and slide down her parched gullet. This really is the good stuff, strong, she can see why it cost a pretty phoenix. When you're finished doing the same, she refills both of the blackjacks, this time still a trifle higher than the last. She walks back to her seat on the bed and awaits your first real question.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 20, 2015 14:44:43 GMT -5
Mac takes his time, savouring the delicious alcohol, "I can say one thing, since we met my booze has gotten much more expensive." He finishes off the container, "It's totally worth it." Mac looks at Tsunami, letting his eyes trail past the edge of her shift, just barely visible, down over her stays, right on past her layers of dresses. Then he smiles, this time its wolfish, bordering on predatory, "You want me to spend the night." He holds up his pointer finger to get you to wait, "You want me to spend the night... naked."
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 20, 2015 14:57:21 GMT -5
Tsunami puts on a show of being abashed, and rises from the bed, taking a few steps away from you. She surprisingly yet firmly places her blackjack on the table. She reaches behind her with both hands and unfastens her upper petticoat, letting it drop to pool around her naked feet on the floor. Now all of the fanciness is gone except for the finer-than-average materials used. She remains in a black skirt and purple stays, and of course, her shift. She smiles her own wolfish grin right back at you as she returns to the bed, passing her black jack still on the table. She climbs up onto the bed, bending and giving you a good look in the process. She seats herself comfortably and stares at you. "Drink".
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 20, 2015 15:16:10 GMT -5
Mac shifts in place, adjusting something unseen as you shed another layer. When you pass your drink Mac looks a little disappointed, but that fades as his eyes fall on your cleavage. He bites his lip in thought, and snaps his eyes to yours as you say drink. He acquiesces, finishing off the rum in two long swallows. He reaches out and takes hold of your neck, then leans in and kisses you. It's a short kiss, but filled with passion. He tilts his head, keeping his forehead pressed to yours but putting some space between your lips and his. "You haven't asked me a question."
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 20, 2015 15:42:06 GMT -5
Tsunami feels her lips plumpen from the kiss, and she's left a bit breathless. She pulls back and reaches for the bottle of rum. At first, Mac thinks that she is doing so to refill her cup, but then she looks you dead in the eye and tips it back, drinking right from the bottle itself, and almost finishing it off.
"I'd not asked because I'd not finished, me heart." When he begins to object, she silences by explaining "I'd count meself as blessed if ye spent the night with me in any state, the choice be up to you." She grins at you in a way that makes you feel a bit like a steaming roast on a silver platter, one that's about to be devoured. "But I'd be lyin' if I drank alone, as it's not just a night that I be aiming to treasure." She considers the mostly empty bottle, and pours the rest in his cup. "By the by," she adds, "Your rum drinking might have become more pricey, but this one was on me. The way I figure it now, we're even. Now how would ye like to crack open the even better stuff?" She begins to think for a moment and comes up with a question of her own that she believes is worthy of the good stolen rum.
"You'll be gettin' me that blue caravel, and you'll be joinin' me on it too."
(Fort: 10+2=12 Now she's tipys leaning towards drunk)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 20, 2015 17:18:31 GMT -5
Mac is surprised when you tip the bottle, "Easy now lass." He cautions gently. "You called me me heart, instead of me hearty just then... me heart." He winks, his smile splits his face, showing his teeth. He takes care pronouncing heart ending in a t, making sure that you notice that he also left off the y. "This one is on you" He says as he finishes the remainder of your good bottle or rum. He pushes the other bottle further away, out of your reach without getting up, "But this one is on the Shadow Hand another night." When you start to object, he cuts you off with a kiss. This one is not short, the kind of kiss that court bards would compose into ballads. During a breathless pause, he tilts his lips away from yours, but just barely, "Besides, I want to remember tonight." Then he kisses you again, and somehow it's better than the last. When the kiss ends you realize that your both laying on the bed. You're on your back, and he's laying on his side, his head propped up on an elbow. Then you notice that he's no longer wearing his shirt, and then you vaguely remember tearing it off of him and throwing it across the room.
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 20, 2015 18:06:03 GMT -5
Tsunami's fingertips run through your hair as she embraces you, lost in sweet oblivion. The taste and smell of you fills her senses, and taken in by the kiss and heat of the moment, she barely feels herself tipping backwards. She clutches onto you reflexively, her digits leaving your hair to wrap around you fully. She grabs fistfulls of your shirt at your back as she feels her upper body weight shift first onto the muscular arm that is wrapped around her, and then onto the matress. Her tantalizing tongue distracts you momentarily as with a swift movement, she hauls your shirt up over your head and down your arms.You subconsciously pull your hands out of the arm holes simply because it's more comfortable. There is a sudden movement under you, accompanied by a shloof as the shirt hits the floor. Then her fingers are trailing across the rises and valleys of your back, as if she is trying to aquaint herself with each one personally. You feel the knot of her stays press into you, and you think she might be uncomfortable, but as you back off slightly, she moves with you, not giving you an inch.
Breathing hard, she slowly pulls out of the kiss reluctantly. "When I wake in the morning," says she, "yer handsom visage had better be gracin' the pillow aside of me yet. I want not to wake without ye."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 21, 2015 5:30:01 GMT -5
"We have an accord." He says simply, then a fist in your hair pulls your head back, and kisses that trail down your neck make you forget all about how words work. At the same moment you find it a great deal easier to breath...
You wake in the morning to the sound of thunder, so loud it rattles the glass. Rain hammers the window, and the clouds are roiling black as pitch, so thick that it seems twilight though you know it must be well past dawn. You're aware of movement, like the rise and fall of the sea. The sound of Mac's breathing and heartbeat are clear between crashing blasts of thunder with your head resting on his chest. Looking down you see various articles of clothing scattered all over the room. It must have been warm last night because the blankets are all scrunched up at the foot of the bed, a single sheet drapes your naked form, Mac has no such consession, his nakedness is plain to see.
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 21, 2015 8:19:44 GMT -5
Tsunami begins to swim out of her dream, happy that the rising and falling waves are once again under her. She feels at home, content. Her subconscious mind takes her deeper, incorporating sounds of rain into the beginning of another pleasant dream of the waves of the rolling seas. Then, she wakes with a start at a particularly loud boom of thunder, the rain drilling against the window pane.
"Batten down the hatches!" she shouts as she comes to, bolting upright, ready for action. Then she realizes where she is and looks around to survey the scene. She looks to the floor and sees the array of clothing. Memories come flooding back to her, flashes of new sensations, hot skin against skin. She remembers the sudden ability to breathe easy as she was kissing Mac, and notices that her fine new stays is laying on the floor, the severed lacing still draped through the eyelets. One of the throwing daggers is laying next to it. She groans. Now she'll have to replace that cord before she can wear it again.
She turns over to chastise Mac for it, and is rewarded with his uncovered naked form. Oh my! She quickly averts her eyes. Then despite her best efforts, her gaze creeps back along the ripples in the sheet until they reach his side. Then up over his Oh my! Tsunami looks down and realizes that she’s exposed to the waist herself. Gasping, she pulls the sheet up to her collar bone and immediately looks to his face. He’s still sleeping. Thank Osprem. She breathes a modest sigh of relief. Feeling a little cheeky, she allows her eyes to roam down over his perfect pecs and six-pack. His body reads like a map, complete with mountains, and valleys, a treasure trail and fine booty. She giggles. She finds the bottom corner of the blanket and drapes it across his main-mast so she won’t keep getting distracted.
She slides out of bed and begins the long job of dressing. Slipping back into her new shift, she feels slightly less exposed, but still wants the security of her petticoat and stays. She sits on the chair and begins to pull on her stockings and boots, humming softly as she dresses. She fastens her first petticoat and begins to tighten the laces in her old stays. This is not an easy feat alone and takes quite a while. Once she’s in, her pockets and top petticoat come next, followed by her belt. She walks softly to the door and gives your handsome face an appreciative look before slipping downstairs to order the two of you some breakfast.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 21, 2015 9:58:11 GMT -5
Mac's eyes shoot open at the call to batten down the hatches. ''We're at the inn woman' he thinks, then quickly closes his eyes again, faining sleep. Mac knows the groan was for her stays, he just barely managed to keep his features still. 'She can't blame me, it was her idea.' Mac reassures himself, 'Who am I kidding, I bet she's thinking about chastising me for it right now.' her gasp lets him know that she has realized that she's naked too. Steady breathing, face still, 'Still sleeping over here.' Mac cracks one eye the slightest bit, and just barely stops himself from laughing at her openly gawking at his nakedness. 'As if she didn't see enough last night' Mac keeps sneaking peeks, watching her get dressed, still pretending to sleep. Her nakedness is a distraction, and he's glad that she had covered him with the sheet.
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 21, 2015 10:49:27 GMT -5
Tsunami walks through the tavern and goes straight to the bar. Are people staring? She's convinced that the few people there know exactly what she got up to the night before. She keeps her head down and seats herself when she gets to the bar so she can put her back mostly towards the room, and not have to worry about interacting with others. She orders breakfast and mugs of that bitter hot drink that Mac seems to be so fond of. Then she waits for the food to be prepared, a blush rising to her cheeks as she replays the fine evening before.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 21, 2015 13:05:02 GMT -5
Even though you think people are looking at you, they're not. Most of the people here were not even here the night prior. Most of those that stayed the night left for work already in the morning. The ships at the docks leave shortly after the gates to the harbour are opened. The staff don't take very long to prepare your breakfast, it comes out served on a wooden tray with two covered plates and two steaming mugs. Ruby, the girl that serves you your meal leans in, "Did you have a good time last night?" She quickly adds, "That Mac sure is a cutie." then she winks, "Good for you girl." She lays a hand on your arm before being called away to some other task. You look around again, thinking that surely everyone must know. Again nobody seems to be looking at you any differently than normal, with the exception of Kandise, the other server. She smiles across the room at you with a twinkle in her eye. Apparently the servers know, but nobody else. Even Old Borris is acting normally.
When you arrive back at the room, Mac has cleaned up the scattered clothing, and washed and put away the blackjacks. He is currently standing in the middle of the room wrapped in a towel. The towel is sitting low enough that you're sure he's not wearing a stitch of clothing aside from the towel. He waits for you to get fully into the room with the door closed before he speaks. "You demand that I'm beside you when you wake, but I get to wake to an empty bed?" He smiles to show that he's joking. You notice that he's holding the throwing knife from the night before, "May I suggest that you take that off before it gets damaged?" The look in his eye is familiar from last night, a mixture of lust and mischief. Your eye falls on last nights stays. The lacing has been removed, and the sliced leather thong is laying in a pile on the foot locker. Once you've set down the tray, he catches your arm and pulls you to him, "Good morning my heart." He kisses you, then says, "I could get used to waking up to you."
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 21, 2015 13:38:56 GMT -5
When Tsunami enters carrying her burdon, she she is caught off guard by Mac standing in the middle of the room. Well ahoy there matey, she thinks, her appreciatve eyes taking in his half naked form. She is quite impressed at how low the towel is able to hang without actually falling off. Then he addresses her with a wolfish grin and motions with the dagger. Oh no you don't! You're not wrecking my only other stays! She remembers the night before, she knows what he's thinking. Instead, she hastily puts down the tray and picks up a mug of hot brown liquid. She holds up her hand to stop him and reaches out with the hot mug to hand it to him. "Now now, you wouldn't want me to spill this, whatever it is!" She tries to hand him the mug, careful not to let it slosh out onto the floor. She decides to address his first comment. "I didn't want to wake you, you looked so peaceful. I was hoping to come back before you rose." She casually picks up the other hot mug, and eyes it mistrustfully. She smiles at him, and she hopes it looks at least halfway joyful as she raises the cup to her lips and takes a sip. Ug, this stuff is vial! She pulls a face and looks at him weakly. "Yum."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 21, 2015 14:39:07 GMT -5
Mac places the knife carefully beside the tray, and takes the proffered liquid, "It's called java, or in some places coffee. I like mine black." He gestures to the cups as they are, "But some add milk or sugar to lessen the bitterness." He says as he moves behind you. You feel a tug as the knot on the back of your stays comes undone. Mac comes around the other side of you, and takes a sip of his still steaming hot java. You can feel his other hand working to loosen the lacing while he stands beside you. He puts down his demitasse, and opens one of the containers on the tray. A small pile of sand coloured crystals sit inside, with a tiny spoon. He spoons a little pile of the crystals into your mug, and stirs. "Try it now." He moves behind you again, wrapping his arms around you. He kisses your neck, and one of his hands slips behind you to continue working on your lacing. "Better?" He murmurs into your neck, before kissing it again. You look down at him buried in your neck, and realize that his towel is on the floor. Sugar, top right
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 21, 2015 15:14:38 GMT -5
Tsunami sees the towel on the floor and understands at once that she's in trouble. She takes a step away from the insistent Mac, and tells him. "That thar java really do be better with yer sugar in it. Me thinks I need some more." She begins spooning sugar into the coffee, neglects to stir it, and takes another sip. "It do be still requirin’ more." She says brightly, as she spoons two more mountains of granules into the cup. She is rather distracted by him standing there in his full glory. She takes another sip of the hot stuff, keeping the table between them. “Mm, that be leagues better.”
She sees that Mac is making no move to cover himself, and he’s still got that lustful look in his eye. Tsunami realizes she’s going to have to take care of that. She casually strolls over to where he stands, and slowly sinks to her knees before him. She licks her lips and looks up at him earnestly. “It seems to me that you be havin’ a certain itch that needs scratchin’,” she says, pausing long enough to give you a kiss rather high up on your thigh, “I’d be willin’ to take care of that for you,” she says, this time giving your opposite thigh a deep peck. Your eyes slide shut momentarily and your fingers find her hair. “But I’ve an itch of me own I’ll be needin’ you to take care of before there’s any of that happenin’ again.” She rises, and you feel the towel encircle your waist once more. When you open your eyes, she stands before you, an eyebrow raised. “There’s a little matter of a blue sloop or a caravel that was promised to me. Perhaps I can motivate you, my heart,” she says matter of factly. “The next time yer first mate shivers me timbers, it’ll be aboard me ship, and I’ll be yer captain.”
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 21, 2015 16:46:13 GMT -5
Mac moves over to the bed, letting the towel 'accidently' fall to the floor as he walks. He sits on the bed, and scoots back so he can lean against the wall, "Lass, we made a deal. With the pearls you got for stealing the seal, and what I have collected over the years we can already afford to commission a ship." He pats the bed beside him, "So you see, your itch can already be scratched." He gestures to the window, where fat droplets are still slamming against the glass in droves, "There be no way I'm going out in that to make the deal for our ship. You should know however that I have already located the ship I will be dealing for." He goes on to describe a ship, a ship that is larger and more elaborate than the one you had in mind. The ship described would cost considerably more than you had looked into as well, somewhere in the neighborhood of ten to twelve thousand Gold Phoenixs. "Now that that is settled, if you would be so kind as to get those stays off, and join me for a rainy day of fun." He smiles. Image: Blue Sailing Ship
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 21, 2015 17:09:25 GMT -5
Tsunami is surprised, astounded at the size of the vessel. It wouldn't be able to maeuvre quickly, or hide in the shallow waters, but it could hold a lot more treasure. Then again, that meant a bigger crew among whom they'd have to share out the booty. She is astonished at how much he's worth, and it probably shows on her face. She knows he's not over-compensating for anything, and wonders how long he's been saving up for this. She will be elated to stand upon it's poop deck and feel the wind in her hair. It has not been lost on her that he has told her it would be their vessel as opposed to hers. He also hasn't agreed to let her captain it. He was so handsom, it would be a shame if the lantern was a dim one upstairs. He either didn't understand or he was a scoundrel, and she really hoped he wasn't a scoundrel, because he had given her a taste of something miraculous last night and she couldn't wait for more.
She casually looks outside. "Promises, promises, me heart. And yet ye want more, and I've neither a ship or a crew. Aye, those were the terms, and I've fulfilled my part of it, but I'll not be supportin' myself on mere words. Am I not worth a simple walk in the rain? Me fathers also made me a promise that if any man were to ever dip into me chest without a brideprice, he'd be keelhauled or made to walk the plank." She knew she was testing the waters, and she hoped against hope that spelling it out for him wasn't going to scuttle their little love-boat. "Ye are clearly a man of action, and I be in need of more than just words."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 21, 2015 17:39:03 GMT -5
You look outside, but can't see anything but a water warped image of the building across the street. More a vague blotch of colours, than an actual image. As you watch there is a flash, flash, flash. A triple stroke of lightning so bright that you have to squint. It is followed almost immediately by a ponderous rumble of thunder that lasts a full thirty seconds. The sound so loud you can feel the bass of it in your teeth.
Mac sighs, and you can see that his excitement is waning, "Look lass, I've saved every penny, and cog I could get my hands on for more than five years. I've begged, borrowed and stolen. I've shed blood, sweat and tears to amass a fortune to buy my own ship. The seal job would have given me enough, and I was an idiot to take the job. To excited to finally have enough. I should have waited and taken smaller, safer jobs."
He stands, and begins to dress, still talking, "I haven't been able to think of anything but my ship for five straight years. Not until I met you. Spending a single day in your company I gave up my dream of being the captain of my own ship." He finishes dressing, slipping his daggers into hidden pockets and the new coins into his pouch, "I gave up that dream for a new one, one where you captain my dream ship, and your first act as captain is to bond us. I fell in love with you that first day Tsunami, my heart is yours. You need to start trustin' me." He's been talking steady, without pause for you to interject. "I'll collect you tomorrow morning. As I said, I am not going out in that." He reaches for the door handle.
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 21, 2015 22:13:40 GMT -5
When the thunder booms outside, Tsunami jumps. That much thunder and lightning at sea is almost always a warning that a man might be washed overboard. The storm was right on top of them now.
Once when she was nine, her ship was being tossed about on whitecaps that washed onboard and thunder like this had clapped around them. Every once in a while, she had sworn she could hear a voice calling her name. She had climbed to the crow's nest on dripping ropes, thrown from side to side with the rocking of the ship. She could have been tossed from the ship, and she had known that there was a danger from lightning, but she believed that Osprem would keep her safe. The crow's nest was the highest vantage point on the ship, and she had wanted to see if the Lady of the Waves herself would make an appearance. Blue-eyed Pete had been the one to find her, but she had refused to leave. He had ended up having to remove her bodily. She had held on, stopping their decent until a flash of lightning had lit up the sky enough for her to see the blast from a sperm whale. “Thar she blows!” she had shouted in glee as she let go of the crow’s nest and allowed Pete to carry her down. She always liked to face a storm head-on. This would be no different. There was nothing he could say that would make her give in.
She listens as Mac tells her about saving up for five years to buy his ship. She realizes that even though she has pulled off the task that he had failed to complete, and as a result has collected the reward money, he has never begrudged her that in any way, nor tried to swipe her booty. She has seen him in action and she knows he would be able to walk off with her reward at any time. After all, he had slipped out so easily that first morning. Besides, she begins to convince herself, he looks so available over there on the bed. Her resolve begins to slip. She thinks about going to him. Another flash of lightning frames her silhouette in the window. Her mind turns to her family on the ship and the boom of thunder that follows strengthens her resolve.
Mac rises as he talks and begins dressing. No, don’t do that, she laments. If he is going to argue with me about why he won’t go out in a little rain to get me a ship, I should think that he’d want to make the argument as impressive as possible. He pulled on his shoes and was now fully dressed, what a shame. He began to collect his daggers and coin purse, bending over in doing so. In her mind, she gave an appreciative whistle. What a nice view. Wait, did he just say something about me captaining his ship? Her attention snapped back to his words in time to catch him saying:
“…your first act as captain is to bond us. I fell in love with you that first day Tsunami, my heart is yours. You need to start trustin' me."
Then, ready to leave, he heads for the door. She gives in. That last thing he said was good enough for her. She wracks her mind for some argument she can make that will get him to consider staying. He makes some comment about collecting her in the morning. The morning? Wait, no, don’t go! She searches around frantically for a way to make him stay as he complains about the rain again. She races to put herself between him and the door, bracing it shut with her back. In yet another flash of lightning, her hand snakes out toward you and you feel a slight tug. By the time the thunder hits mere fractions of a second later, Tsunami stands before you with one of your throwing daggers in her hand and you notice that the cords of the old stays she’s wearing are severed.
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