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Post by Ninta D. Rogan on Dec 20, 2012 13:55:00 GMT
Rogan walked, rather purposefully, his right hand casually resting on his intricate sword handle, moving with his stride. He was wearing a nice assortment of black today, it would add to the threatening mood he hoped to establish on his hunt, 'I wonder if there are any worthy souls on this rock today. Saul said he didn't see any so far but I like to be hopeful, at least for the moment.' There was a slight wind but his black jacket-like robe did the trick to keep him insulated. Under the robe he wore a thin charcoal-red, nearly mahogany V-neck and around his neck was his headband. His thin belt had his sword case tied to it and it also held up his comfortably fitting black pants. With his thin boots Rogan made little noise in his walk, the quiet almost seemed out of place in this bustling town. Just before he would decide to go into town, the Crimson Captain looked back at the harbor, at his prized ship, The Captain's Daughter. She looked perfect except for the fact that her Jolly Roger was lowered just for the day; Rogan did not yet have enough crew members to advertise his insignia and trust that the ship would be safe in his absence. Thinking back to his reason for being here, he also took a quick glance at the sailors tending to the harbor but none of them really looked the type to commit to piracy so he turned his head back and pressed on forward. He could feel everyone around him, going every-which-way but he picked up on someone that seemed to specifically be coming towards him. Rogan showed no sign of reaction, it's not like he had reason to worry as far as danger was concerned, maybe this person could be a new recruit. For a second he wondered how Saul may be doing with his scouting but it wasn't very likely that he would have someone so soon, at least with his demeanor, 'Hmmm, I want someone to stand out for me soon, we need to get going for the Grand Line.'
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Post by Saul Moriah on Dec 20, 2012 16:41:31 GMT
Saul wandered down the street, his hands in his pockets and his eyes hidden behind his black sunglasses. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black pants, but he also had his white coat draped over his shoulders. There was a noticeable lack of emotion on his face, and while his sunglasses made him more intimidating, when combined with his mean expression and height, most people stepped out of his way and avoided looking at him. He could see every one of their faces, witnessing the fear that grew in their stomachs as he approached. He liked it. Saul had always been eyed carefully as he walked down a street, or people had tried to speed up when he walked behind them, only to almost jump out of their skin when he silently strode past them. If he wasn't so focused on scaring the market folk, he may have laughed at them.
According to Rogan, he was looking for something. Or, someone rather. He wasn't too sure. It was early in the day and Sayl was tired and sore. He'd been sailing all night so they could get to this island and he had been in several barfights the days before, making him very sore. He scanned the crowd but saw only faces of strangers. Scared strangers. His strides took him to the town square, where he stopped and stood, watching the people scuttle around him, on their ways to do the things that the locals of this town did. “How pathetic.”[/color] Saul thought to himself.
His thought was interrupted when a short, fat man walked straight into him, apparently having no regard for his direction of travel. He looked like a fisher, and was wearing denim overalls and a red shirt. The real reason he looked like a fisher was the fishing rod hung over his shoulder. Before he'd bumped into Saul, he'd been walking with a rather sad demeanor. Saul looked down, his forehead creasing and his frown opening up to expose his teeth, as though he was a dog snarling at the man. The fisher looked up, and his mouth went dry as he took a step back. "E-e-excuse m-me s-s-s-sir." he managed to stutter as he held his hands up, almost surrendering to the giant. Saul said nothing for a moment, but his expression said everything. He leaned down at the waist and looked the man square in the eye. "Fuck. Off." he said slowly, almost growling the second word. The short fisher needed no second invitation, and scurried away, probably of to try and catch something for his hungry family.
Saul broke character as the man ran, and smiled. Perhaps the day would be alright after all.
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Post by Ninta D. Rogan on Dec 23, 2012 1:52:08 GMT
The person drew closer and only sped up in his pace, if the person did not wish to follow then they obviously aren't dedicated enough for his crew. There was something else to it though, Rogan had to feel it within his bones that a person was suited for the adventure ahead, that they were Crimson Pirate material'. Just thinking about being 'Crimson Pirate material' almost brought a question in his mind. 'How can I judge someone's worth in terms of being worthy enough for my crew if have yet to do anything noteworthy as the Captain?'
This question had been on Rogan's mind recently, in fact he contemplated its validity every other day at least once. His rationale always was that he could not be asked of noteworthy feats in the name of a crew that is yet to exist. Still he was less-than-content with that answer; it made sense but it wasn't enough for him.
"Ahhh, what can I do though? I'll just have to wait for someone of merit catches my eye and we'll go from there." Up ahead, Rogan could see he was nearing the thicket of the market. He was so self-absorbed for a couple passing moments that he didn't even notice he had gotten so deep within this town. The young Captain considered going to one of the underground areas, see if there were any fresh recruits in the pubs and hideouts since he was relatively close to a couple of them, if memory served him right.
As he turned, Crimson noticed that the person tailing him before was nowhere to be found, was to far away to be in range of his Haki, 'Well at least now I don't have to him then. It would have annoyed me to waste time speaking to a man of no value.' It was best to at least hit the more known pirate areas first before trying to find nakama in a sea of civilians who had never been on a boat before, let alone considered the act of piracy or uncovering One Piece. His first stop was just off to the left, just passed a pair of men who looked like they were akin to rats. Rogan was disgusted at the site of them, he made an over-exaggerated walk around them and didn't look back after passing the rat-looking men. Rogan hated rodents.
He carried along trying to forget the nasty site and came to a place that looked rundown and abandoned. He knocked three times in rapid succession and opened the door without hesitation. He stepped into the place letting the door close itself behind him in a resounding thud. It was here where began to scope around to see if any potentials were located in this joint known as The Cove. He merely sighed as he looked, 'Alright... and so it begins.'
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Post by Saul Moriah on Jan 5, 2013 21:11:11 GMT
Saul Moriah coughed, bringing his hand up to his mouth to mask the sound slightly. God, the sheer lack of fun in this town was killing him. "Well fuck, I guess I should go get some food 'er somethin'.." he muttered to nobody, turning around very abruptly and heading in the opposite direction his feet had been taking him before. His speed was brisk, but he did not seem to be in a hurry. His long legs simply carried him very far, very quickly. Why oh why was there nothing to do here, the man had been wondering this to himself. It was drab, dry as the desert on a hot summers day. It seemed wasteful, such a lovely place having nothing going on in it.
Sooner then he thought, he arrived at some random place that appeared to sell food and other basic things. "The Cove?" he said aloud. "How.. Quaint. Wonder where Rogan got to.." This question was answered when he entered, as he saw his captain staring down random villagers to see if they were "Right for his crew" as he always said. Saul couldn't help but chuckle, it seemed nobody was going to join them if Rogan kept scaring them off. "Hey, Captain!" he called out. "You find anyone? This town is kind of a dump, we should get outta here!"
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Post by sevryn on Jan 6, 2013 22:09:42 GMT
Aiden sat inside the "cove", he had been here regularily over the past few weeks. He never really did much here though just listening and watching, searching. He was taking a drink at his seat near the entrance when he heard the knocks and looked over to find a blonde haired man enter through the door. Hey, isn't that...? Aiden thought to himself as his mind settled on the memory of earlier in the day. He awoke that day in the room he was staying at near the docks to see this man walk off a pirate ship that had its flag lowered. But if he had his flag lowered he should have more than enough crew that he wouldnt have to come to a place like this for extra help would he? Aiden questioned himself. Hmmm well well well, looks like this is getting interesting. Lets see what he's looking for. A smile creeping to his face as the last part goes through his mind. Aiden took another drink and watched the man continue on his way in listening hard to hear what he might have to say and paying attention to see what he might be looking for.
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Post by Ninta D. Rogan on Jan 8, 2013 13:37:06 GMT
Rogan slipped into a seat right up to the bar counter. He took a casual look over his left shoulder, using his unmasked eye to peer at the souls that lay about the place. As he did so he let his left wrist rest on the bar along with his right elbow, his right hand hung in the air, waving his middle and index finger to gain the bartender's attention. "I'd like a tall glass of your finest brew, a couple ice cubes in it would be nice too." His tone suggested a hint of dominance. That paired with him not even facing the tender as he spoke made him look quite like a jerk, thinking himself better or above the rest in the room. Of course Rogan did not think in such a way but he had to pass it off as such for a specific reason. He was not, by appearance a very intimidating looking man so looking to be so carelessly addressing the hulking brute behind the counter would offer a tougher image to others in the pub.
The door opened and in came Rogan's first mate, Saul Moriah. He didn't notice him right off the bat as he was letting his emerald stalk the men around but there just seemed to be men beyond their time and the rest didn't seem to be of a brew hardy enough to even consider.
"Hey, Captain!" Saul called out. "You find anyone? This town is kind of a dump, we should get outta here!" He sighed barely acknowledging his friend for a moment as he turned to actually face the bar, his glass was slammed down, tall as he requested, and foamed at the top, a fine ale it looked to be. His left hand flowed to grasp it while he raised his right to slightly tug at his red bangs hanging to conceal part of his eye-patch and hung along the side of his face.
"I guess you're right, Shining Demon." His expression looked to be dissatisfied but a man who knew Rogan as well as Saul did could see the slight twinkle in his captain's eye, even from the side. He was careful to not use his friend’s name, but his title he earned as they sailed across the Grand Line under a different flag. Only people of note would know this name, and only people brave enough to consciously disregard their fear of that name would stand out to Rogan’s observant eye. “Come have a drink with me and we'll drown our sorrows pertaining our lack of a crew and get out of here after." He sipped, savouring the flavour on his tongue before swallowing and a slight smirk would begin to appear. He nodded to the bartender, calling forth his services again without the slightest notion of gratitude. "Be quick and fix us up another of these." The man, towering at a respectable height the young captain guessed was about six-and-a-half feet, already looked frustrated before but now he moved a bit more rigid, as if Rogan was really getting under his skin.
He let another sip sneak past his lips and held it for a bit more of a gulp. The chair beside him was not busy or occupied so Rogan assumed that Saul would come sit down in a moment. Leaning back in his seat, Rogan casually took another drink and spoke again, "Doesn't look like any of you are the sort of men I had intend to recruit. It's sad really." If Saul was paying attention he would see Rogan's ploy, baiting to people to step forth and prove their metal. A thing his captain was quite good at, being a smith of words and containing such a voice fit for manipulation. He set his glass down, only half of the contents remained, and left his right hand slowly drop to rest on the handle of his blade as he waited for someone to speak or at least do something to react to his performance.
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Post by Saul Moriah on Jan 8, 2013 21:09:17 GMT
His captain beckoned him over, making a big show of being rather… similar to Saul himself. His rudeness to the bartender was unintentially hilarious, and the giant sat beside his red-haired captain with a smirk on his face. "Be quick with that ale." he said, resting his arms on the bar and placing his chin in his hand. From behind his glasses, he watched the potential rage build up in the bartender like steam in a kettle.
This was not his first rodeo. The man had seen more bar fights then he could count, and he loved every second of the build up to them. He spied some kid, a weird looking fellow, watching his captain, but didn't let on that he had seen him. The fact of the matter was that a lot of the bar folk were eyeing the duo, and one man even had his hand on his sabre's handle. Saul knew the situation well, the tension in the air was thick as gravy as his drink was slammed on the bar in front of him. The bartender locked eyes with him, and they stared at each other until Saul reached for his drink, lifted it to his lips and tilted his head back, finishing the drink in a few large gulps. He gently placed the glass back on the bar, and his gaze again met with the bartender.
"Gimme another." he spat at the man, seeming completely unintimidated by his fierce stare. The bartender was on eye level with Saul when he was sitting, despite the fact that the ground behind the bar was raised.
"Fuck yourself." the bartender said back. Saul was surprised, the man had shown a great deal of restraint up to this point, it was unexpected that he would say such an angry thing now. Perhaps he also recognized the potential situation that would leave his bar in shambles, and perhaps he decided that Saul and Rogan ought to leave so as to ease the severe tension in the room. It was so quiet you could hear a coin fall through the air.
Saul couldn't help but smile, and he slid the glass down the bar past Rogan, hoping to get it out of the way for what would surely come next. "Why fuck myself when I could fuck your wife?" Saul replied calmly.
The bartender's hands clenched the edge of the bar, cracking the wood with his strength. Evidently, Saul had hit a nerve quite hard. He closed his eyes and replied "Good luck, she's dead." trying to mirror Saul's extremely relaxed attitude. He didn't do an excellent job of it.
"Oh, well that is a darn shame.. he replied somberly, "I'm very sorry, my condolences. But..." Saul lifted his hand and pointed a finger gun at the bartender's forehead, leaning in to whisper, "But now you'll have something in common with her at least."
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Post by sevryn on Jan 9, 2013 0:16:13 GMT
Aiden smiled wide as the big man sat next to the one he watched, and he chuckled a little when the barkeep began getting mad. He downed the last of his own ale and set his hand down on his table, clenching the glass as he waited for what was obvious to come. As he looked around he noticed almost half the people here realized what would happen next and were waiting for the move. The big man pointer his finger at the barkeep's forehead and leaned over whispering something into the his ear. Aiden did not watch the man though, but everyone else.
Aiden couldnt help but grin. He's gonna kill em'? Hahaha this is gonna be way more fun than i expected! Aiden thought to himself as he turned and leaned back dropping his hand with the mug in it waiting for the first guy to move so he could aim for his head. He would show these two that he could be valuable if they were looking for some muscle, but he had to push down the impulse to use his fruit. He didn't want to show everything he had, just in case he had to run and needed something to convince them with later. Let's get this started, im growing excited. Aiden muttered under his breath as he waited for the chance to do what he loved, fighting.
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Post by Ninta D. Rogan on Jan 9, 2013 1:00:50 GMT
The captain reached for his glass with his left hand, smoothly taking another drink as Saul began really stepping on the tender's toes. "Gimme another." It was no joke, Saul was never good with masking his own vindictive type of personality. Of course Rogan would not stop his friend's show quite yet, it would be effective to rile up the spirits of anyone watching.
"Fuck yourself."
"Hmm... Not wise.." Rogan had seen this time and time again. Saul usually went over the line when he baited people just so he can get them to finally talk back. Once that person he's bugging finally starts throwing out his own insults he might as well be digging his own grave. An exchange of words began and it got personal a little sooner than one would expect, 'His wife is dead? Please stop there Saul, show just a bit of restraint this once!' Of course that was too much to ask for and that was all too apparent when Saul shaped his hand to point like a gun and leaned in, the words would be just loud enough to reach Rogan's ears.
"But now you'll have something in common with her at least." Rogan put his glass back to his lips, downing the rest of his glass as he raised his right and off of his rapier's handle, waving it over to rest on and slightly press down to lower Saul's finger.
"That will only make a mess. This man doesn't have a chance, he's not even fast enough to evade me, much less a demon. If he throws a punch you won't do anything." With his words a smirk did appear though, it seemed his fun was not over. There was someone from behind who rose from his seat. He assumed maybe a friend or maybe a brave citizen. Rogan's eye mysteriously trained on the bartender whose life he just saved. The man behind ran up, apparently intending to attack the two pirates off-guard. Rogan already grabbed his blade, leaning himself back in his chair to pull out his blade in a blur and whipped it around, bending his wrist back to stab right through the man's left forearm just as he raised it to punch with. His shriek of surprise echoed in the place, the whole pub would be silent as they saw that Rogan did not even take his eyes off the bartender.
"I see, got you friends. That's fine with me, friends are good for stability and support." He talked smoothly, a casual tone to lighten the mood but in a situation like this the tension only rose and the air just got thicker. He pulled the sword out with a swift tug of his wrist and ripped a piece of his shirt off to expose more of the left side of his chest. Standing, he used the piece of clothing to wipe the blade clean. The man backed up, a little more than terrified and not to mention also in pain. "I bet your wondering how I did that," he said, half to the injured man, have to the rest of the pub, "but I guess every man has his secrets. I apologize, I really didn't mean to let it get this far out of hand." He understood that some may not have noticed his feet, much less would know he was using Haki but it would definitely drive a point.
The captain did feel a little guilty though, these guys couldn't tough him if he didn't want them to and he was exploiting their weaknesses for the sake of an image. Returning his blade to it's case he fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a handful of something. A handful of gold coins, reflecting the light all about. "Guess I owe ya something for your troubles." He tossed some coins to the man he harmed, "Get your arm fixed up," and placed the rest on the counter, "c'mon Saul, looks like there weren't any here after all." Rogan let his hands slide into his pockets as he began walking to the door, 'Maybe this'll do it.'
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Post by Saul Moriah on Jan 9, 2013 3:11:56 GMT
With his fingers lowered by his captain, Saul said nothing. He didn't like being forced around, but he understood his captain's desire to not make a mess. Unlike his captain, Saul's regard for human life was minimal at best. Killing was fun, so why shouldn't he kill?
He waited around for his captain to finish flaunting his value for human life, trying not to yawn as he stabbed the man's arm. However, when Saul saw the coins fall from the red-haired pirate's hands, his classic frown curved into a smile. As the light began to glint off the coins when they hit the desk, Saul moved his hand and then flicked at the air between him and the bartender. The light around the coins gathered very suddenly and formed a small ball, which was launched by the flick into the bartender's chest. It wouldn't kill him, but it cut clean through his flesh and drove into his lung, where it dissipated into nothingness.
Saul stood as the bartender fell over, clutching the hole. He turned and followed his captain out, rolling his eyes when the man said, "C'mon Saul, looks like there weren't any here after all." "What did you expect? Geez, who made you captain anyways?" he joked, a sign of obvious bordeom. "That bartender was askin' for it though, you outta let me kill him."
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Post by sevryn on Jan 9, 2013 4:08:41 GMT
Awwww just when it was getting good too. hey you two! Aiden said to the men as they got up. Aiden decided it was time and he could show these guys his power. Bubble. He said under his breath holding his hand up while in his seat, palm down he opened his hand as a dark purple bubble spread from his hand engulfing the building. Ya know, its not good to leave witnesses. Aiden called out to the red haired man as he motioned downwards with his index and middle fingers pushing the barkeep holding his wounds down to the floor with gravity, the man began groaning under the pressure. If you guys are lookin for some help, i think i could be of some use. Aiden said to the men with a grin.
I know my way around a ship and can hold my own and i just love fights. If you can promise me that i can fight as much as without repercussions i want ill gladly work under you. He said to the red haired man bringing his eyes to rest on him from under his hood. Not exactly how i wanted it to go but could have gone worse i suppose, now all thats left is his answer. Aiden thought to himself as he waited for the captains reply. But before anything was said aiden saw another man get up and was looking slightly displeased with him. Hohoho look at those eyes, better watch it there buddy its those kinds of looks that get me excited. Aiden said the man who got up as he swept his open hand in his direction, cutting off the gravity on the barkeep and sending it towards him horizontally. Wooops, was that a little too much? Aiden said to himself out loud as the man slammed into the wall and hung there suspended and being pushed against the wall, bringing a smile to aiden's face.Soo, whatya say there capt'n Aiden said turning back to him and smiling.
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Post by Ninta D. Rogan on Jan 10, 2013 3:24:40 GMT
A man stood up, saying something about spoiling the moment and in a matter of a second spoke a single word that invoked a purple barrier-like bubble around the entire inside of the pub. The tender was on the ground, in pain from the blast he just received from Saul's ball of light. Rogan was not impressed with that last maneuver of his but he knew Saul's behaviour; suffering little injuries were to be considered a success in this case. Rogan didn't even look behind him, as he felt the man try to stand up a smile would nearly frame his face. Of course this would not last as the one who cast the purple field pointed down at the man and he was forced right back down, the sound of the thud left a sour taste in Rogan's mouth. He began talking but the captain blocked it out, only hearing the groans, this man was being pressurized in some way, it was less than comfortable.
"If you guys are lookin for some help, i think i could be of some use. I know my way around a ship and can hold my own and i just love fights. If you can promise me that i can fight as much as without repercussions i want ill gladly work under you." A smile came to the man's face as he said this, it actually didn't sit well with Rogan at all, the pure joy he was getting from an already defeated opponent. Another man stood, obviously advocating to defend his barkeep. The man, openly using his Devil's Fruit abilities swept his hand aside, sending the man to fall, but with a straight force, it looked like the man was falling instead of being thrown. Falling like the wall he was headed for had it's own gravity, 'GRAVITY! That must be it!...' His single eye widened at the realization but it wasn't from being impressed.
"Hm.... I give you a six on potential and a three on presentation. Plus you are squandering your fruit on those who can't defend against it, might as well deduct a point there." After he finished his single eyebrow over his visible eye raised, showing a slight intrigue but he did nothing more before heading to the door once more. He grabbed the handle and swung it open. Just before stepping out he spoke again. "I might be willing to let you try and prove your skill to me... But if you don't come out to follow us in five minutes, choosing you'd rather have fun playing with these powerless folk I will let Saul come back in and take you out if he so chooses. We are Pirates, not bandits." With that he continued, letting the door swing shut behind him as he walked on, he already knew what was to happen next for the next couple minutes, he was just going to let it play out though.
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Post by Saul Moriah on Jan 10, 2013 4:00:11 GMT
As his captain left, Saul walked back over to the bar, ignoring the barkeep and reaching over the counter to grab himself another beer. He didn't look at the kid, paying him not even a sligh moment of attention. He didn't like conversing with people he would potentially be killing in the next few minutes. Instead, he sat at the bar, drinking and waiting.
The bartender moaned, and Saul found himself fighting every urge to reach over the bar and shoot the man in the back of the head with a laser beam. He held off, remembering the distasteful look of his captain after he'd shot him in the stomach. He loved killing things, usually seeing it as putting someone out of their misery, even if they didn't seem miserable. To Saul, everyone's existence was a miserable one, and everyone deserved death because of this. Save for his captain. Saul's friendship with his captain was odd, and sometimes seemed backwards. Saul was the huge, bloodythirsty and powerful one, whereas Rogan was much shorter, not a murderer and very calm. While he was more of a leader, he did not have the same imposing attitude as Saul. Perhaps this difference was whay made them work so well together. A doctor suddenly burst through the doors, having been called by someone who must have slipped out when the comotion occured. He ran over to the man with the bleeding arm, but that man instead sent him to the barkeep who was wheezing behind the counter. The barkeep knelt down beside him and opened his shirt, looking up to Saul in confusion to ask, "What happened to this man?"
"I shot him. It pierced his lung but you will find no bullet. The wound will be burnt as well." the giant replied, chugging down the beer after he spoke. The doctor said something, but Saul ignored him and placed the empty bottle on the bar. He turned his head, looking to see if that idiot fellow who could move things was still around. Saul had decided that his five minutes were up, and he'd just kill him now while the doctor was busy. He had something to go do, and he hated waiting for people he didn't like. It was usually easier to just melt their faces then stick around for their sake.
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Post by sevryn on Jan 10, 2013 16:27:40 GMT
Aiden sat in bewilderment. Damn, thats definitely now how i intended it to go. I knew i should have waited and just followed them to a different place to ask, now the guys all mad. He looked over to the man the red haired guy called saul. Yeah, definitely not staying to find out how many ways he'd like to kill me. Aiden slipped out of the bar as the big guy grabbed a beer from behind the counter. Now where did you go? Aiden asked himself out loud as he walked out of the cove. He saw him up ahead and decided to try start things over with him.
I think we started out on the wrong foot here. Im not one to apologize for what iv done or regret my decision to do so, but i will say that by the look you gave your buddy that your not happy with killing or my display i put on. How about we do this whole meeting thing again? The names Aiden but most call me Ares. Aiden said to the red haired man giving a slight smile and holding out his hand hoping to get on better terms with the man that may very well be his future captain. If you let me join you i have no problems with using my powers however you see fit for them to be used and i will show you everything i am capable of at the moment. I hope i can make amends for that. AIden said pointing his other hand over his shoulder at the bar and waiting for a reply. But this was his only hope for if the man refused him he had a feeling that saul guy wouldnt let him get very far and he could kiss his goals goodbye.
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Post by Ninta D. Rogan on Jan 11, 2013 13:43:46 GMT
Rogan smirked as he walked, knowing the man was to come out of the door a second before he came bursting out. He never really got tired of being fascinated by his own skill of observation. A turn to acknowledge the one coming up behind him was not needed, he knew the man would make his own effort if he was serious about joining. Sure enough he began speaking. Rogan did not even stop, just kept going so the other would have to walk with him to keep up.
"I think we started out on the wrong foot here. Im not one to apologize for what iv done or regret my decision to do so, but i will say that by the look you gave your buddy that your not happy with killing or my display i put on. How about we do this whole meeting thing again? The names Aiden but most call me Ares." He extended his hand toward Rogan but he only kept walking, slowly, but definitively in his strides. Of course Aiden was to continue, make his pitch and such to convince Crimson to consider his comradeship. "If you let me join you i have no problems with using my powers however you see fit for them to be used and i will show you everything i am capable of at the moment. I hope i can make amends for that."
"Interesting... You want to prove yourself worthy of the name 'Crimson Pirate' but you so quickly offer your skills and service without your previous vigor, your misplaced but admirable passion. You seem to have much to learn about what it means o be a pirate." After finishing, he finally stopped, standing with his feet a shoulder's width apart and a bemused smirk on his face directed towards Aiden, the man who would claim the name Crimson. "You're lucky I am so in need of a crew. I'll give you a shot to make up for your shortcomings thus far. Come at me with all you got. Based on your performance we will see if you have earned yourself a spot on my ship."
There was no joke on his face, only a smirk, eyebrows slightly raised revealing his own true interest in his current prospect. It was obvious he was just waiting, daring Aiden to move but it wasn't as if he was going to simply wait all day so he would quickly add in a couple more words. "You have five minutes, better make them good."
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