POOHEAD189

Blades of the Blood Coast

broad goals and a can do attitude

@Penny

She's got 'upper management' written all over her

Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

Neil blinked, not expecting that. The guy smiled, and then realized for once he didn't know what to do. Usually he would be far more forward, but he didn't know the proper etiquette with someone after the experiences they had earlier today. But more importantly, this girl was quite a bit like him, in a lot of ways. A poor station in life and doing her best to rise above it the only way she could. "Hey, it's no problem," He said, playfully nudging her shoulder with his. He took a huge swig of the spirit, letting it burn down inside him before he handed it back to her. "Besides, it's nice to talk to someone honestly for once, about being dishonest, you know?" Quickly, he turned to her and he added. "I mean, not in a pathetic way. More in a wounded lone wolf sort of fashion."

Trying to hide a smile, he bit into his own apple again. In the firelight, his dark hair had the richness of copper, but her hair really looked like spun gold. It was a bit mesmerising, and it was hard not to just look at it. Which reminded him. "So um, if you wanted to... that gold shipment is still showing up tomorrow... and we got a skiff..."

Truth be told, there would be a lot of boats out on the kick off for Black Powder week. It was just a matter of sliding in close enough to board from behind and grabbing what they could. If they could just get a handful, they could be rich enough to buy a share in some posh merchant company, or more realistically Neil could buy food, drink, and more explosive equipment!

"And if that goes well and we don't end up in jail, I'll bring you back here and show you something exciting, if you don't want to skip town by then." He said, and then gave her a sly look. "Though I doubt you'd want to miss it. So, should we shake on it or...?"

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I'm afraid that's my fault :(

@Fetzen

Oh, no no no don't worry bud. I am very much liking it! It is a staple.

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@Fetzen
I like how every time I make a roleplay in this setting, you make a Skayleigh that ends up in a blood feud with someone.

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What am I? Chopped liver!?

@Pagemaster

Forgot to tag you, my bad :P. You have been very patient Page.

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Yep. Thanks for the heads up!

I'm trying to figure out what the heck Migi would even do in this moment, considering. She's backup to Emmaline, but has no idea what happened. And I feel like a post reflecting that would be boring and just filler. So, I'm trying to ponder something active.

I've stupidly done this to myself.

@psych0pomp

I am an easy going GM as long as I feel like you're trying. If you need to write a filler post, that's completely fine.

Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

"Oh yeah," he replied, trying to hide his mouth behind his hand as he chewed. He might be lower class, but he knew some manners. "I've always been handy with tools, and the last five years I've been building various little contraptions. Gunpowder weapons, steam devices. I made that pistol you have, well everything except for the oak handle on it. I've been at the guild for about two or three years now. I've always liked um..." He didn't know how to say it. Reaching into the basket, he grabbed a bottle of spirits. The only alcoholic drink he could find, though doubtless over the coming days they'd be able to scrounge up more. He had only really looked for five minutes.

"I've always liked fire, I guess. Explosions and fireworks. Guns and bombs. That probably sounds really unsettling." He almost looked regretful having said it. Rubbing the back of his neck, he handed her the spirit.

"I'd say I do ok in my apprenticeship. I'd probably do better but, I tend to trick people and steal things, and I guess being a real piece of shit holds me back." He joked with a chuckle as she popped open the drink and began to take a generous sip. He grinned. "Might want to take it easy. It's just the first date after all."

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@psych0pomp@Lucius Cypher Post will be due by wednesday, just keep it in mind.

@Greenie@Lauder Hopefully by next week, you two will be able to join. Thank you for your patience.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

A Banshee!

Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

Neil looked like he was about to fight the fire barehanded for a moment until he realized the flames were her doing. He looked between her and the furnace and then flushed, embarrassed. And then he started to giggle himself. Lower pitched than hers without a doubt, but very much a giggle. He was really starting to like this girl, he decided. He was going to facetiously ask her not to use magic, but he liked being surprised. He supposed he was a glutton for punishment, but he had never been around someone who freely used magic. The only time he had ever seen any spells cast were from swindlers or the odd adept that passed through Marienburg to perform some duty. Never for fun, and the reasoning behind that was completely lost to Neil.

"Now I shall try and regain my dignity by checking the perimeter for ruffians and making us a nice dinner, my esteemed lady von Vissenbach," He said, mimicking Otto to the best of his ability whilst giving an extravagant bow. As he stepped away, he poked his head back in and winked. "Let's not call this a picnic, we've had enough near-death experiences for today."

Neil was gone for a full five minutes, checking upstairs to make sure no giant spiders had taken residence anywhere, closing any windows that might be open on the first two levels and making sure no patrols were working at such an hour. Following that, he found a few casks of fruit and bread, and even some dried beef. As soon as he began putting the food in a basket, he knew if he ever showed himself alive again and they found out where he had been staying, his student debt would rise considerably. Once he made it back down, he found Emmaline just beside the fire getting warm. Light footed as always, he snuck in like a hunting cat, placing himself just beside her before speaking.

"Hope you like apples."

She squealed, her eyes popping wide before whipping to glare at him, realizing the joke for what it was. "And here I thought you were going to be a gentleman like the great Otto Von Branstuf," she lamented dramatically, eyes twinkling with mischeif.

Neil grabbed an apple, spun it on his finger with surprising balance. "Didn't you hear? I could never understand what it's like to be him, so I'll just be the streetrat I am. "He suddenly let it roll down his other shoulder, right into his other hand to be presented before her to grab at her leisure. "Besides, he can't even have a meal with you without messing it up. I'd say I'm a step ahead, yeah?"