This is good to see.
I'd like to see some of the other cs's floating around out there.
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Sarel walked up the ship, eyeing the crates and barrels and planks of wood lined along the dock. He stroked his beard gently, his eyes were a bit glassy, slightly watered. This was a sideffect of the herba. But his mind was clear, his spell had worked nicely. Though, he always felt a bit dull when sober, he saw it’s usefulness. A crewmember came ashore and walked up to Sarel, he was an Imperial, tough-looking, but Boethiah knew if he was any good with the short mace he carried.
“Sarel, sir. We’re waiting on your word. The scaffold has been brought back up, I thought you might want it.” He held his hands behind his back, like a true sailor, perhaps he was a former seaman. Sarel smiled at him.
“Yes, well done. I needed to attend to some personal business. I’m going on board to deliver some messages and to drop off my belongings. Go get 5 men and bring these planks onboard to be sanded and cut. Split them, reinforce them with the pine we have, I should be by to give you further instructions by then.” Just as Sarel finished speaking Malakaus came from the harbor, rather wet, and preceded onto the boat. He must have been high because he didn’t notice Sarel at all. Never mind, Sarel thought. “Dismissed.”
The sailor gave a faux salute and jogged off. Sarel followed behind at a brisk pace, going aboard to tell two other men to unbox and reset the castings two others were set to fix any damage on the railings. Briefly, Sarel made his way below deck, replaced his current armor with the new set that he purchased ashore, placed all of his valuables in the chest he and Serge shared, Sarel had taken pains the night before to enchant it heavily. Then he headed upstairs again, stopping for a moment to pick up the Khajiit and Redguard members of his team. They came above deck to see Sharee coming aboard. Sarel sent his crew to go watch the Miriam and the other ship, gather any information they could. The Redguard was literate, by the divines, and so Sarel handed him a journal, along with his telescope. Sarel noted that there was no masting canvas among the supplies, he sent a crew member to see if he could have some delivered to the boat. There was also a broken plank on the deck, he ordered the Imperial sailor from earlier to also cut a piece to fit that. He agreed happily. Sarel noticed Serge gesture for him to follow the group which had formed around Sharee, like a sycophantic fog. He walked over to join in the indulgence.
Malakas joined them, looking a little better, and friendlier. Sarel heard the tail end of Sharee’s speech and then Noelle. The girl was cute, smart, but inexperienced. “We don’t have the manpower for something like that, and besides, we’re pirates, not drug smugglers. We ought to be doing our work on the seas. We can take any one of those boats captain, I know it.” Sarel couldn’t speak entirely for the strength of the crew. They were coming together nicely and he could tell that there was potential in them. But he knew himself, he knew the boat, he knew the other officers well enough. All of them were strong. The officers alone, and a slightly refitted Imperial warship, was enough to take on some bootleggers in a heavily armored dinghy. Sarel had faith in his magics, in his boarding abilities, in his combat prowess. He could whip up a teleportation scroll and get himself, Kayal, Malakaus, and Serge below deck during their ambush, topple them from the ground up. There were any number of opportunities on the open ocean. That’s what Sarel liked the most about forming tactics aboard boats, they were portable theaters of war. “Anything we do, in the name of Boeth,” he said then, “must be done with this boat. We’ve poured our bloody souls into it.”
With a sober pride Serge chimed in, “Agreed.”
“Sarel, sir. We’re waiting on your word. The scaffold has been brought back up, I thought you might want it.” He held his hands behind his back, like a true sailor, perhaps he was a former seaman. Sarel smiled at him.
“Yes, well done. I needed to attend to some personal business. I’m going on board to deliver some messages and to drop off my belongings. Go get 5 men and bring these planks onboard to be sanded and cut. Split them, reinforce them with the pine we have, I should be by to give you further instructions by then.” Just as Sarel finished speaking Malakaus came from the harbor, rather wet, and preceded onto the boat. He must have been high because he didn’t notice Sarel at all. Never mind, Sarel thought. “Dismissed.”
The sailor gave a faux salute and jogged off. Sarel followed behind at a brisk pace, going aboard to tell two other men to unbox and reset the castings two others were set to fix any damage on the railings. Briefly, Sarel made his way below deck, replaced his current armor with the new set that he purchased ashore, placed all of his valuables in the chest he and Serge shared, Sarel had taken pains the night before to enchant it heavily. Then he headed upstairs again, stopping for a moment to pick up the Khajiit and Redguard members of his team. They came above deck to see Sharee coming aboard. Sarel sent his crew to go watch the Miriam and the other ship, gather any information they could. The Redguard was literate, by the divines, and so Sarel handed him a journal, along with his telescope. Sarel noted that there was no masting canvas among the supplies, he sent a crew member to see if he could have some delivered to the boat. There was also a broken plank on the deck, he ordered the Imperial sailor from earlier to also cut a piece to fit that. He agreed happily. Sarel noticed Serge gesture for him to follow the group which had formed around Sharee, like a sycophantic fog. He walked over to join in the indulgence.
Malakas joined them, looking a little better, and friendlier. Sarel heard the tail end of Sharee’s speech and then Noelle. The girl was cute, smart, but inexperienced. “We don’t have the manpower for something like that, and besides, we’re pirates, not drug smugglers. We ought to be doing our work on the seas. We can take any one of those boats captain, I know it.” Sarel couldn’t speak entirely for the strength of the crew. They were coming together nicely and he could tell that there was potential in them. But he knew himself, he knew the boat, he knew the other officers well enough. All of them were strong. The officers alone, and a slightly refitted Imperial warship, was enough to take on some bootleggers in a heavily armored dinghy. Sarel had faith in his magics, in his boarding abilities, in his combat prowess. He could whip up a teleportation scroll and get himself, Kayal, Malakaus, and Serge below deck during their ambush, topple them from the ground up. There were any number of opportunities on the open ocean. That’s what Sarel liked the most about forming tactics aboard boats, they were portable theaters of war. “Anything we do, in the name of Boeth,” he said then, “must be done with this boat. We’ve poured our bloody souls into it.”
With a sober pride Serge chimed in, “Agreed.”
Quantico, Virginia
Cats eh? Josh could see it, he was a sort of lonely guy with a soft side, he needed affection from somewhere. Mark seemed really anxious, more anxious than usual, as they approached the elevator. He tapped the button repeatedly, Josh just waited. He took his Blackberry from his pocket and clicked it to life. He opened a message and began texting someone, it was a potential love interest.
Josh didn’t answer back, when he lifted his head he was standing in the elevator, heading down to the first floor. Two other men, square-jaws, were in the elevator too, they seemed very serious. Josh put his phone away and looked at Mark, he was just as uncomfortable as before, perhaps moreso. Josh felt bad about his conversation on the phone. The fact was, Diego was right. This is what Josh wanted, the thrill, the authority, the gun. The elevator doors finally opened and Josh was happy, mostly for Mark. He looked like he was ready to explode. The couple walked through the lobby to the main entrance and then outside, where a caravan of black SUV’s were waiting for them. A tall, well dressed man stood in front of one waiting just as patiently as the vehicles. Josh made his way down the stairs toward the caravan, he spoke quietly to Mark. “Go home in your car, meet us at the airfield. Remember, 30 minutes.” Then Josh approached the tall man waiting.
“Are you Joshua Rodriguez?” Thomas asked, “Thomas Wakefield,” he said smartly.
Josh eyed the man, he’d heard of him. Another nut psychologist. He shook hands with the man, smiled. “Yes, nice to meet you. You’re going to be on the flight with us right?”
“Yes, I’m happy to be in such notable presence.” Thomas said with a warm smile.
Josh opened the car door and stepped in, sat down. Thomas followed him in, “I’d like to speak with you about your case” he said as he stepped in.
“It’s confidential,” Josh said straightly. That was something he knew for certain about these psychology types, if you knew something they didn’t, they were intent on wresting it from you. Especially when concerning a case, and most especially when concerning those who worked in the FBI. The caravan set off down toward the airfield, each one of the four SUV’s filled with agents heading on one case or another.
Cats eh? Josh could see it, he was a sort of lonely guy with a soft side, he needed affection from somewhere. Mark seemed really anxious, more anxious than usual, as they approached the elevator. He tapped the button repeatedly, Josh just waited. He took his Blackberry from his pocket and clicked it to life. He opened a message and began texting someone, it was a potential love interest.
Diego: Are you going to be able to meet me tonight?
I found your shirt
Josh:No srry
I have to go to NY tonight… again. I miss you
Diego: It’s okay.
Go save the world
Josh: I’d rather be with you
Diego: That’s not true, and I don’t want it to be
Josh didn’t answer back, when he lifted his head he was standing in the elevator, heading down to the first floor. Two other men, square-jaws, were in the elevator too, they seemed very serious. Josh put his phone away and looked at Mark, he was just as uncomfortable as before, perhaps moreso. Josh felt bad about his conversation on the phone. The fact was, Diego was right. This is what Josh wanted, the thrill, the authority, the gun. The elevator doors finally opened and Josh was happy, mostly for Mark. He looked like he was ready to explode. The couple walked through the lobby to the main entrance and then outside, where a caravan of black SUV’s were waiting for them. A tall, well dressed man stood in front of one waiting just as patiently as the vehicles. Josh made his way down the stairs toward the caravan, he spoke quietly to Mark. “Go home in your car, meet us at the airfield. Remember, 30 minutes.” Then Josh approached the tall man waiting.
“Are you Joshua Rodriguez?” Thomas asked, “Thomas Wakefield,” he said smartly.
Josh eyed the man, he’d heard of him. Another nut psychologist. He shook hands with the man, smiled. “Yes, nice to meet you. You’re going to be on the flight with us right?”
“Yes, I’m happy to be in such notable presence.” Thomas said with a warm smile.
Josh opened the car door and stepped in, sat down. Thomas followed him in, “I’d like to speak with you about your case” he said as he stepped in.
“It’s confidential,” Josh said straightly. That was something he knew for certain about these psychology types, if you knew something they didn’t, they were intent on wresting it from you. Especially when concerning a case, and most especially when concerning those who worked in the FBI. The caravan set off down toward the airfield, each one of the four SUV’s filled with agents heading on one case or another.
Kentsukan said
I'm back! I wrote a good portion of my post before I left, so I have a start. But I'm exhausted from a week of messed up sleep schedule, so I won't continue writing it until tomorrow.
Good to hear!
Great start.
Can't wait to see how everyone else's nights went.
Can't wait to see how everyone else's nights went.
Nice post, Bane. I'll be getting something up tonight. Do you think you could have something up shortly thereafter? Or would you be interested in a collab?
You're up in the cast list. Feel free to post in the IC whenever!
Such an excellent CS. I really appreciate all the work you put into this. Either you are extremely well learned or you have a penchant for research. I think I found him in that Lingelbach painting.
Oh, and yeah, you're accepted.
Oh, and yeah, you're accepted.
Good to hear from ail of you. Sorry we lost someone, but I'm happy others are ready to move ahead.
I like that Raid, think of a way to get her, and possibly her husband (?) into Sintra. I have some ideas if you don't.
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