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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

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A WHFB Sailing Adventure - Andreyich 'n' Penny

@Penny
A smile came across Jan's face as some more memories were recalled, and he looked down the bottom of his mug. They were... in a way simpler, and happier days. "Aye, I remember." He said, slapping a fly that went on the counter; it was flattened right into the woodwork.

"Being a big lad helps, yes." he admitted, but then continued on. "Of course, they then assume you're also daft so you don't do nothing more than lighting a few boxes. They're probably right, seeing where I got myself to."

Laughter, earnest and delighted escaped Jan as the man accosting his friend got a kick. Still giggling he asked the bartender to fill up his mug once more and then of course he stopped to drink. Putting the mug down, he wiped off a little foam and then spoke again. "Well, I see not a thing has changed about you! Still the 'spicy personality' that we... err, others joked about." Looking up happily Jan would continue to recollect "old times," until a man approached them, putting his repeater pistol with it's bayonet on the counter and lighting up a filthy roll up.

"Heard you were looking for Captain Florian, eh?" The man who had just come over said, taking a puff of his nasty home-made cigar. "You've got him." he said casually, standing with his right hand behind his back. Florian bit his lip thoughtfully, looking into nothingness and then once more at the freshly arrived duo. "So you both want work of some sort, eh?" he said, pausing to inhale once more and then finally he breathed out some of the horrible smoke.

"Yes, I could use the likes of both of ya." the voice like silk - or at least silk whacked with a meat hammer, then gnawed on by a mongrel and finally burned by something worse than black powder - said. "Bigger's better for a sailor but a pretty face what can listen around and get by is also nice. 'sides, so is the kick. Anywa-... bloody well watch it! you idiot!" he said to a man who had bumped into him thus spilling ale all over. He gave the man a push and then wiped away some of the ale with a groan. Luckily, his brown-beige leather jacked was of the tough sort that was probably as rough and worn looking now as the day it was bought.

"Where was I again... oh yes, there's a spot for the both of you alright. The deal is that for every time I make a profit I make one third go to the crew who split it with each other, then the rest I use to repair the ship and what little's left, I use for my meagre pay. Now there's no place where you sign, we're not a fancy lot. You might have seen the ship you're to be working on - the Unskinable eye-eye."

The grin of a man thinking he had sold two people on a proposition was wiped swiftly off of his face to be replaced with blood and a fist print sending the man over the counter he was leaning on. Before Florian got up, he uncorked a bottle of what he recognized to be a bottle of Hochland Port that was on the gold standard and took a few swigs, whilst the bartender was cleaning too busy to see due to cleaning up smashed glass and getting ready for a brawl. Finally, he stood up to survey who hit him. Florian groaned. Before him was the man he pushed and arm-wrestled earlier, the man who Hilde got to screw off, the brute that just spilled his ale on him and a few more of their chums. "Oh no." he muttered, subtly grabbing a bottle and hefting it for weight and aerodynamics..

Jan stood up, and started to say something to get peace for a short time but he too got a fist to the face. He got back up, shaking himself off. His nose wasn't broken attesting to the sheer toughness of the lad. But now of course what was to be a beatdown would be a tavern brawl. It seemed the man who approached Jan saying he was the Captain through a bottle in the face of one of the men who recoiled to smash a table behind him - the people at it were not too happy and gave the still-conscious man a kick or two, making the fight spread like wildfire....

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Generally, you should be thinking in a utlitarian way or "what is objectively better," because a candidate with homophobic views can still have policy/views helpful to another minority or something general in the population that will even help the lbtgq+etc. community more than whatever they have against them.

The Era of Uncivil Unrest

An RP between me and @MidnightRose it is set in Ireland starting in late February, 1867. The Irish are frustrated at what is happening to them throughout the British Empire and Catholics are outraged, whilst the British try to restrict the strength of rebellious force in Ireland and the colonies it is inevitably there, so the oppression is only doubled to make up for this. Meanwhile, the common Irishman suffers as a result as Ulstermen come and take their lands. WIP and all

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Ah, it seems I misunderstood. Still, you're not compromising your views or a coward for associating with those who think differently, especially since once more it is easier to get them to switch to your views if you keep up association.

A WHFB Sailing Adventure - Andreyich 'n' Penny

@Penny

The Captain was about to have his face flop down on the table before him when until some big lad with hair like a carrot shouted his name. He looked up, feeling the sudden sobriety brought on by the tingle of money to be had and then to be earned. An eyebrow rose almost all the way up to his hair-line as he stood up whilst grinding his hands. He reckoned with this one a very, very simple agreement could be reached that was beneficial to both sides but... more beneficial to the provider as was the natural way of things. Florian wasn't naturally greedy, but few non-Dwarfs are. Instead a desire for coin was bred into him by years of being tricked and realizing the world was too big to find the other kind people, so might as well leave their ranks.

Of course, a bit of his plans were disrupted so he dropped back to his seat, and went on to finish his drink whilst thinking. The lass didn't have the innocent, glazed look of the eyes that gave the Ostlander away, he couldn't quite read her as well as the open-book that was Jan. He didn't know if she was coming by to look for him either, so he decided to wait and see. Finishing the remnants of his glass in one swing Florian stood, and slowly sidled over to the group, pausing for a few talks with familiar patrons and to arm-wrestle a big hunk (he lost, though he come surprisingly close to winning) who pushed him as he walked along.

Finally, Florian want over to the bar-counter and looked at the annually changed daily-special of the establishment, then at some trophies and miscellaneous decoration and every so often he glimpsed at the two new arrivals. For now, the Captain waited.

There was various movement around the place, and a man even stood up but there was no reply, or indication of who the Captain he was looking for was, and just a little more commotion happened as someone mentioned his name. Jan's head turned in various directions as his mind quickly calculated where the sound calling for him was coming from. The lad squinted at the newcomer willing some familiarity to suddenly be notice. After a while he gave up and shrugged but then placed a palm to his forehead as clarity came. "Oh! What's the name, sorry it's err... Hilda, no wait, Hilde! Bloody 'ell, it's been...." he started before looking to the ceiling trying to recall when he had last seen the face, and lamely settled for "a while. So, how's it been? What're you doing around here?"

After a moment in which he decided to sit down at a stool of and nod to another patron that just sat down there, he looked up once more. "I've been looking for work. Can't really get anything besides the old stuff, so I get by helping out the smiths until something more permanent comes up." Jan scratched the ginger hair behind his right ear and looked down, speaking more to himself than the old memory that walked through the door. "Tell you what, city life's not quite what I thought of it. Sleeping in damn stables, spending my days sucking up to foreigners swilling vodka or wine, or having to bloody well bend over to even get a chance to carry some barrels for a few coins."

Wiping away a drop of moisture that was indeterminably a tear or bead of sweat, Jan looked up much happier. "But this Captain sounds like a decent one, maybe I'll get something out of him. Anyway I've been babbling a lot, didn't even give you a chance to answer when I asked you how you are."

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