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[meiser]

Such a quiet place...Until a man of an unknown location appears. Strolling along the streets with a pistol in his left hand, swirling his left index finger around the trigger area to make the weapon spin. Passing by citizens, he looked over to a woman that arched her brow to him, looking at him as if he were some kind of idiot. Meiser arched his brow to her, making the same face as he yelled.

"Just because I'm sexy in leather doesn't mean you gotta strip me with your eyes! Calm down woman!"

She scoffed, turning her head and continuing on her way as Meiser laughed, pointing out to her and clutching onto his stomach. Till he wiped at his mask's eyes, realizing he couldn't really wipe the tear away. Shrugging, he turned and walked wherever his feet took him. Still spinning his pistol, he wondered why these people laways stared at him wherever he walked. Lifting his arm, he sniffed at his arm-pits, did he offend? The girls all seemed to be stripping him with their eyes, so he thought. And if the men were, well, he was very frightened.

Viewing the Main street ahead, he walked up to it and began to speak in a loud tone.

"Everyone, I know I'm very attractive! But seriously, stop with the staring! You're creeping me out the lot of you stalkers!"

People ignored him, some yelled at him as they passed by. Crossing his arms, he felt very offended that people did not acknowledge his plea. Lifting the pistol into the air, he fired off three bullets into the air as people ducked and shivered. Laughing, he swirled his pistol till he accidently his his thumb on the barrel, cursing and swearing as he dropped it.

"Damn it."

He picked it up once more, pointing it out to the people, he bellowed.

"BANG!"

The citizens cowered in fear, Meiser felt victorious, laughing and clutching at his stomach. Sighing with satisfaction, he began to walk away, only to turn and scream.

"BOOM!"

They all went back to their cowering, smirking the man continued on, spinning his pistol still...Not knowing a character such as himself was creeping up on him.

[nascent]

"Well, aren't you just mister personality!"

The voice came from a figure crouched on a nearby rooftop, feral cat-like eyes peering down at the gunslinger like a set of faintly blue spotlights set into a dark silhouette. Kassom let a small grin paint itself across his features, not bothering to hide the fact that this man amused him to great lengths.

"I was just passing through, but when I heard your little performance back there I figured I'd take a look for myself." He paused, giving the man a quizzical stare. "So... just what are you? A pirate? Bounty hunter? Or just someone who likes to dress up and put the fear of death into people?"

[meiser]

Meiser turned to the weird man, who was he? His eyes scanning the being up and down as he approached him. His arms crossing as the spinning of his pistol stopped, shoving it back into his holster. Meiser was curious of this man, he looked nothing like the others. Maybe he was a clown of some sort? Nah, even clowns had more sense of style than this guy.

(I wonder if I still think in these bubbles...)

(Oh yay! We're gonna have lots of fun bubbles!)

"A character eh? Well, you look like one yourself. I mean, look at that face of yours. I bet I couldn't find stranger faces even in the sewers!"

Another question was asked, blinking at the question of his occupation. Clearing his throat, he made a pose of magnificance.

"I am a bounty hunter, preying on the people who will give me the money I want, and I am the master! Wish to learn from me, young padawan?"

Meiser was really a character, grinning wickedly and lifting his hands up to the air so the heavens may bless him with his awesome skills. Though he was....On the insane side, he knew how to show some style.

(Hey! I heard that! I'm not insane!)

[nascent]

Kassom huffed at the man's quip about his looks, but the sound wasn't so much irritation as amusement. The grin never left the rogue's face even as he leapt down from the roof, landing on all fours in front of the bounty hunter. At this distance the young scoundrel's appearance was much more easily discerned, and it could easily be seen that this was no fashioning of animal pelts or face paint. The lynx's ears twitched ever so faintly, and as he slowly stood up he flashed a distinctly non-human set of teeth at Meiser.

"No surprise there... seeing as how my kind don't seem to be very prominent in other worlds. I bet if I walked around on the streets instead of jumping the rooftops I'd draw almost as much attention as you." He waved his hand, as if to dispel the notion. "But that's besides the point."

"Unfortunately, I already have a master... and he's not the sharing type." The lynx explained. "The name's Kassom, and I'm looking for... well, let's just say a 'business partner'. For a 'dangerous enterprise'. One that involves killing a band of bloodthirsty pirates and taking their loot. Interested?"

[meiser]

Meiser arched a brow to the boy's ears, poking them with his index finger and patting them lightly. Scanning his body once more, now he was interested in this, what was he? But before he could ask, the by began to speak of his stealth not up to shape, and how he also had a master. Meiser scoffed offended, crossing his arms.

"And like your master could defeat the real master of the mastering master of Assassination! Try saying that three times fast."

Meiser said with a wide grin, now leaning onto his right leg. The mention of slaying a couple pirates and stealing their booty actually did sound pretty amusing. Placing his left palm onto his chin, he stroked it in thought, they could have lots of gold or some kind of thing to help him get out of this stick up town. Moving his eyes back to the boy's, he nodded in approval. Extending his right arm out and offering his hand for a hand-shake.

"Meiser at your service, puppy-boy!"

( Puppy boy...I crack myself up! )

[nascent]

Kassom just kept grinning slightly at the man's ill-humored pokes at his appearance, taking Meiser's hand and giving it a good manly shake. Now that they had formed an alliance, it was time for the rogue and his off-kilter ally to get down to business.

"Meiser? Heck of a name. Now, I'm betting you want to know more about this job and these pirates, am I right?"

The young lynx pulled out a piece of paper from his rags and handed it to his new partner.

Kassom gestured towards a bar a bit further down the street. "But this kind of talk is best done over a couple of drinks, wouldn't you say? First round's on me. I'll explain everything there."

[meiser]

Meiser placed his hand onto the parcment, reading it carefully he looked to the reward, and immeaditly was interested. Backing his head away from the poster, he perched his head up and eyes locked on his "Partner's". A drink...Damn, he was beginning to like this Puppy-Boy.

"A drink? Hell yeah! Lead the way Puppy-Boy!"

Meiser hadn't had a drink in ages, it'd been too long since he actually had sit down and let the harsh liquids flow down his throat. Grinning wideley, he could almost taste the rum on his lips, licking them every now and again. The assassin had some money himself, but a free mug of rum was what any man of his type could ask for! And this reward might actually able him to buy some parts to make that ship he always wanted to blast off the damned world. He knew this boy wasn't from here, so it had to be true that he had a ship of his own.

Or...Meiser just really hoped it was true.

[nascent]

Kassom led his new business partner down to the illustrious Whale and Waterspout inn, promptly ordering two pints of rum as they entered. The barkeep and customers were quick to notice the peculiar duo, casting hesitant glances their way as whispers encircled the room.

"Hey, what's with you people?" Kassom spoke up, interrupting the hushed chatter. "Haven't you ever seen a foreigner before? I'll have you know I'm here on legitimate business... so you attend to yours and I'll attend to mine. Comprende?"

With that, Kassom & Meiser walked towards the back of the establishment and took up an unoccupied booth. The drinks arrived, and that's when Kassom began explaining the story of how he'd ended up world-hopping in the first place.

" . . . and when I get to the portal the Heartless are comin' from, there's this knight with some kinda relic there trying to seal it up. Well, that didn't end too well. The relic got damaged in the fight and the portal... well, it kinda exploded. I woke up in a burned-out train station somewhere, and I've been hitching rides and stowing away on Gummi ships ever since. The wind knight's probably out there somewhere too... but more to the point, I'd thought the relic was just straight-up gone." He took another swig of rum from his mug. "Turns out, I was wrong."

"As it turns out, one of the East India Trading Co. merchants found the blasted thing and had shipped it out to a collector in London. Made a nice profit, too... well, until the shipment was captured by 'The Red Corsair'. Now I'm thinkin'..." Kassom leaned forward, gesturing with his hand as he spoke. "If that thing is what sent me to another world in the first place, there's a fair chance I can use it to get around. And I need that pretty badly."

"Trick is, we're not the only ones lookin' for 'The Red Corsair', and since some of my better skills are... well, no good without solid ground under my feet, I figured I'd need someone to lend me a hand if things got dicey. You follow thusfar?"

[meiser]

Meiser sat with glee, his gloved hand wrapping around the handle, lifting his mask slowly which revelaed a goatee. Placing the cup to his lips, he let the strong liquid rush down his throat, chugging it down completly as he let out a loud gasp of satisfaction when done. Though it seemed like he wasn't paying attention, he really was. He provided many good things he needed to know, though the knight and device confused him somewhat. He was really paying attention when he talked about some kind of 'Gummi Ship'.

Turning his head, his eyes beneath his mask stared into Puppy-boy's. His hands rested onto the counter, his fingers rapidly slapping onto the wood firmly as if he was wanting him to go on. A slight nod indicated he was on the right track with why he was also going along with him. The ship seemed more valuable then. he couldn't just explode it, damn and he just reloaded his rockets.

"How are we to raid the ship when we find it? And what will be our transportation to it? Furthermore...How do we find the damned ship filled with amture knot tiers?"

[nascent]

"Excellent questions... and, fortunately for us both, I have a few excellent answers."

Kassom's grin broadened a bit now, his voice dropping to a more secretive tone. "First, we'll actually be letting the 'damned ship' find us."

With that he reached into the folds of his rags, drawing out a single throwing knife, and held it up for Meiser to see. Suddenly the metal began to morph, taking on the consistency of a liquid and transforming itself gradually into another shape. After a moment had passed the metal solidified once more, now taking the shape of a large hollow orb covered in runes and mystical-looking symbols. Kassom placed it between them on the table.

"Rumor has it that the ship's captain has an eye for rare items, particularly those of the mystical or mysterious variety. What's more, I've been able to get myself a look at the cargo manifests of the merchant ships 'The Red Corsair' has been preying upon over the last two months... out of ten, seven had artifacts of supposed magical power being shipped to that same London collector I mentioned earlier."He crossed his arms. "Turns out most were fakes or worthless, but that's besides the point."

He pointed to the orb. "I've made a whole bunch of little nick-nacks like this one. I also made a deal with one of the local merchants to ship them to, of course, London... and I hired myself aboard the ship as a novice deck-hand. See where I'm going?"

"Now, we could either have you stow away, or pretend you're hired muscle to protect the cargo from pirates. Either way, we'll be sailing out on the juiciest target for a relic-snatcher."

[meiser]

"Defend against pirates eh...? This'll probably get me some bonus money as well. Stow-away is overated, so why not?"

Meiser stared to the orb with interest, this man could create these kind of things? Just think of all the inventions he could manifest with this kind of technology at his disposal. Grinning wickedly, perhaps this captain had something for him to use other than the ship as well. Who knows how many things he stole and kept stashed in the base of that vessel? Placing his hand to his chin, he stroked it with wonder.

"When the pirates come after us, and we leave the others to die. What is our first target? Do we go straight for the captain, or do we slay all his lackeys first?"

He said this very silent, Meiser also had his sense of subtleness. The Merc's fingers stopped tapping the table, it was becoming a habit of his. Lifting his arms to curl around one another, crossing and leaning back in his stool. Foot pressed against the floor, the other against the counter. This was not very good for manners, someone would have told him to stop...If they weren't so afraid of him.

[nascent]

(OOC: Oh, looks like I forgot to mention this to you... meet Cordell Ribaldrous Furor the 10^th, captain of 'The Red Corsair'.)


"Her." Kassom corrected. He then shrugged. "At least, that's what the rumors say. The ship's captain is a young girl. Then again..." He chuckled dryly. "The rumors also say the ship's crew are phantoms, so who knows what's true really? One way or another, though, we can't kill the captain until we have the artifact. I'm not about to risk losing my ticket off this water-logged world to any unexpected circumstances. After all, I hear a lot of pirate captains like to cache their loot on hard-to-find islands and such, am I right?"

The lynx took a long swig of his rum before continuing. "So, to answer your question: lackeys first. If you'll accept the job, then we head out in two days' time aboard the 'Jewel of the North'."

Kassom extended his hand to Meiser. "You in, or out? I assume 'in', but one must be sure."

[meiser]

"I've nothing better to do, and if it helps me find a way out of this boring town, I'm in for sure."

Meiser looked down to his emtpy jug frowning, turning to the man who had given him the first one. He said he'd only buy the first drinks, so he sighed and took out some coins and threw them onto the counter.

"Hey! Bartender! Gimmie some more rum!"

He bellowed, he came right on over, taking some rum and pouring it into the mug. He did some fancy manuvers too, pouring other things within it and taking the coins right after his show. Meiser wrapped his hand around the handle, placing it to his lips and chugging the rest of it down with a grin. Slamming it down, that really hit the spot for him.

"So when do we start? Later on tonight? Or are you goign to say they want us both right now?"

His head turned once more, eyes locking with the puppy-boy's. Meiser could drink twelve of these and still be somewhat fine, it was probably from the affects of the potion he drink not too long ago.

[nascent]

Kassom held up his hand, lifting his pointer and middle in something of a 'V' sign. "Two days, m'friend. We leave at dawn in two days, aboard a ship called the 'Jewel of the North'. I've got a bit of preparation to do anyway, so there's no rush. Make sure you'll have everything you need when it's time, though."

"For now," The young lynx leaned back in his chair. "Enjoy yourself. Next round's on me."




(OOC: At this point we can either skip ahead two days or, if you've got something else in mind to fill the time, take off on a bit of a side quest. Your call.)

[meiser]

"Not much to pack, but alright Puppy-Boy."

He ordered another drink, chugging it down just like before. He turned to look at the men staring at him, he smirked evilly. Sliding his hand down his waist, he hooked it around his pistol and jumped over his seat pointing the gun at them all yelling.

"KABOOM!"

Some men shivered in their seats, women screamed and children wailed. Though he did see a couple men pull out their own pistols, he shot them all out of their hands with his incredible marksmen-ship. Twirling the pistol in his hand, he spoke obnoxiously.

"Listen up! I want all you men to stop staring at me and look at your wives, you're making them jealous!"

Meiser cackled, slapping his right knee with glee. He pranced over to a woman, she wore the modest dressing any lady would be wearing in Port Royal.

"Y'know...You're pretty cute. Too bad you don't like the bad boys."

He winked, she only scowled and leaned back as far away as she could. Turning around, he shot his pistol into the air to make them all duck and cover, squealing.

"And next time, keep your eyes to yourselves ladies and gentlemen! Ahahahaha!"

The masked man left the bar, with a smile stretching upon his face.

-Two Days Later-

Meiser leaned against a wooden pole, sitting by the docks waiting for Puppy-Boy and the ship.

"Damn...And I thought puppies served their masters right, sheesh."

He looked at his wrist as if he had a watch, though nothing was there. He was earlier than he was supposed to be it seemed, sighing in boredom.

"Pupppyyy-Boyyyy! Oh where are yoouuu?!"