Another Kind Of Blackjack

[seraph]

[Open to Wave Only]

Bang!

That had been the most noticeable noise in the ensuing chaos. Rounds fired one after another as several swords were drawn and aiming for one another's wielders. This was they're way after all. Being cheated ( as they saw it ) by some outsider to Port Royal was just unforgivable so they aimed to shoot him down and take all the gold they had just lost. Was it this mans sophisticated charms that had landed him with such an amass of money? No. He simply had the Lady of Fortune on his side...along with a higher sense of intellect than these ruffians. Despite all the happenings inside the 'Smelly Boot', Luxord was quite calmly outside now slipping away in an oval of darkness.

Listening outside far from harms way, he could not help but feel guilty. This was no guilt he could feel. It was the fact he could have earned more money had he kept no so volatile company in this world. Although the pirates had claimed the blonde man had cheated in the game of Blackjack, it was the Gambler himself who felt robbed. Three full bags of gold, worth a hell of a lot of money in these parts. Being a Nobody he cared not for these things. More rounds were being fired inside the tavern with the occasional wench flailing her arms out of the front doors. Arms folded Luxord stood with what appeared to be a bold smirk on his face. "Tis a shame, one should keep such unsightly company" he uttered to himself, his thick upper class accent filling the air.

Trying to make an attempt at a laugh, he let his arms fall to his sides and walked on down towards the docks. In his hands he held the three leather bags, of varying colours and quality all filled with coins. Perhaps it was the habit of clinging to his winnings that he held so tightly around these bags. Coin would not satisfy his desire for that which was stolen. Before he knew it his slim frame had taken him to the docks. Standing at the waters edge there was a slight breeze. This port was very sheltered from the high seas and only a small tide lapped the wooden planks of a dock. Pursed lips curved into a smile as he dropped the three bags into the water, perhaps never to be discovered again.

Money wasn't what he wanted or needed. Before long he found himself engaging the moon in the distance. Each time it always reminded him of arriving back at that light forsaken castle. Then again, darkness had also forsaken it too. Collecting his thoughts the Gambler slowly taking long strides along the waters edge pondering what to do about the Organization. "Returning to my comrades in arms seems the most logical option" he made his thoughts audible. "Yet something stays me from playing this hand" he frowned upon trying to think where this discomfort was coming from. More and more he had found himself thinking about things that in the past were trivial. With the Superior gone he was a free agent, so to speak. Neither had he run into anyone else from the Organization. He was truly on his own. Perhaps this was the closest thing to fear that a Nobody could grasp. Arms folded once again, he lowered his head deep in thought letting his guard down should someone come near him.

[Wave ~]

This was the first time that Irina could recall being indecisive. In this, her second life, of course. Up until this point, she had been able to immediately come to a decision about the people she met and the places she visited. For instance, Halloween Town. She had thought it was a disgusting, unsightly place, and one that she had no desire to visit again whatsoever. Or Twilight Town. That one had reminded her of her home world of Ashera, and she had felt this strange connection with the place. A connection so strong that she had developed a desire to return to that one world in particular every chance she had.

But this world, apparently known as Port Royal, stumped her. She had to admit, it was a beautiful place, what with it's long docks, majestic ocean, and multi-storied homes. However, the abundance of drunks and pirates, and the many opportunities to be pick-pocketed were most definitely tarnishing the place's reputation. Thus, she chose to reserve judgement on the place, rather than coming to a decision too soon. Nodding resolutely and tucking her helm underneath her arm, Irina strode down the street before her, trying her hardest not to meet the eyes of those around her.

It was rather odd, really. Being a Nobody, and one with an incredible desire to gain a heart, she'd developed the ability to sense a person's heart from a fair distance away. Not that she could do anything about it, due to the fact that she really did not want to draw attention to herself, of course. However, she'd also realized that, by meeting a person's eyes, she could sense their heart more distinctly. And when this happened, the urge to run over and rip it out was even stronger. Not that she would do anything of the sort, of course.

Looking upwards, she realized that her aimless wandering had brought her to the door of what appeared to be a rather small pub, known as the 'Smelly Boot'. Wanting to avoid a rather large crowd of people drawing nearer, she ducked inside, waiting for her eyesight to adjust to the rather dim lighting inside. However, despite the rather... dingy environment, it was surprisingly peaceful. Not quiet, of course, considering that there was a bunch of drunks stumbling about, but peaceful. A peace that she was quite grateful for.

A peace that was taken away a moment later. She hadn't managed to see what had started the commotion, but suddenly, gunshots rang through the room, bullets flying in every direction, and swords being drawn with a flash of steel. Irina attempted, at first, to stay out of the way of the duelers, but was distracted a moment later by the sight of a man slipping outside. And, judging not only by his clothing, but by the fact that he chose to leave during a good brawl, he was surely not a local to these parts.

Choosing to follow him -- more to avoid being skewered than anything else -- she slipped out of the bar, looking all around for him, but failing to spot him anywhere. Sighing in defeat, she made her way slowly towards the docks, hoping to at least find some peace there. And, as though Lady Luck was watching over her that day, there he was. The bearded fellow who she had seen run off. The strangest thing of all, however, was the fact that she could not sense his heart. Even as she drew nearer, to the point where she could see each and every feature of the man's face, there was nothing. Just a dull emptiness where his heart should be.

Which could only mean one thing. This man must be a Nobody.

"Hello. Sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if you might be able to answer some questions for me." She stated after clearing her throat, so as to allow the stranger to know she was present. Awaiting a response, she set her helm on the nearby ground, freeing her hands and allowing her to hold one out, signifying that she obviously intended to shake the man's hand.

( That was a bad post, sorry. Also, I totally made up that whole 'sensing hearts' thing, for conveniences sake. XP. Hope that's alright. )

[seraph]

[ What do you mean bad post. Pfft ]

For several moments he was staring at the bay surrounding Port Royal. Before he had met his 'end' this was the last place he had met that boy. Truth be told he didn't feel any sort of obligation to track him down and exact vengeance. Perhaps this was due to his inability to feel anything. Or maybe it was Luxord's blind faith in fate that believed him to think his death was supposed to happen. However it had clearly not happened since he was standing here in front of the ocean. It didn't take long for his moment of peace and quiet, lost in his thoughts, to be interrupted by an individual.

At first Luxord didn't answer to the voice. He continued to stare at the small waves lapping against the wooden dock line. A small smirk spread on his face as he delicately caressed his right earrings. Salt water had a terrible effect on his piercings which he had found out loitering in this world several weeks previously. "Come to collect have you?" he eventually replied in a sinister tone. His instincts had informed him something was following him from that cess pit they called a tavern. Still he didn't turn away from the water. In a strange sense he found the sound of the waves rhythmic, like cards being placed on a table in each hand.

An amused grunt escaped his lips as a deeper mischievous smirk spread on his face. Letting his arms fall to his sides rather gracefully, he turned towards the female. Almost as they're eyes met, the former number X felt something a little off about her. Those eyes, they appeared to have no sort of anxiety, fear or any emotion coming to think of it. Either she was emotionally disfigured or perhaps she was a sister of his. Another Nobody who hadn't been connected with the Organization by the Superior. Apparently they're had been alot of them appearing recently. This furthered his thoughts on the rest of his comrades staying deceased. "I can only assume you have been pursuing me after that unfortunate...farce down the street?" he asked in a rhetorical manner, though he did expect a reply.