Old City - The Pub

[WCMafiaPride]

*Kyle comes too in an alleyway behind the pub and begins to feel around to see where he was. He takes his hand to the back of his head and pulls back an oily hand covered in some fine red powder.*

"If... if that's blood... I've been out for a good while."

*He tries to pick himself up but quickly ends up slumped over on top of broken bottles and winces.*

"Shi!... a very long time..... very...."

*He rolls himself over and feels around to see if he still has his weapons. He finds his rapier quickly and his dagger was not too far away. A smile comes across his face and gets even wider when he realizes he has a half-full bottle of brandy in his shirt.*

"The twisting tides of luck have finally swung in my favor, I do wonder how long I've been out?"

*He sits himself up and pops the top off the spirit bottle and takes a quick swig of the brandy and then lets out a deep cough, quite a long time. He finally lifts his head up to see where he was, and noticed he was atleast within walking distance of the pub, just a quick step around the corner, if he could stand up.*

"Well.... maybe I can finally get some work.... and more wil o'the wisp brandy."

*He shifts his weight to the side and pushes his shoulder against the alley wall and pushes with his weakened legs and arms and pushes up against the wall and finallywas able to stand up with some form of balance. He gets woozy and has regain his intestinal fortitude. The he begins to wabble to and fro off the wall trying to walk in order to get in the pub. He gets around the corner and almost knocked down from the bright sunlight, it is obviously daytime. And he leans against the wall to regain his sight and balance before entering the pub.*

)))Sorry I've been gone for so long, back and ready to serve.... Life kind of knocked me off my Gaian adventure. So... how the kids?(((  

[Maestra de Gladi]

The door to the pub creaked open and Amaya strode in. Her fire red hair shone in the dim light, her orange and yellow hues standing out. Her eyes glimmered with a trace of malvoence, and the peircings hanging from her pointed ears swayed with every step she took. Her ankle legnth cloak moving behind her. She came to a halt at the bar and sat down upon an empty stool. Leaning her elbows on the bar, she smiled at the bartender, displaying her long and rather sharp eye teeth. "Whiskey if you don't mind. And if you don't have any, Rum is fine as well."

When her drink finally came she nodded to the bartender in thanks and took a long draught. Witha sigh she looked a out the pub. -Oi, never seen apub this full...then again, I'm mostly at sea, so how would I know?-

 

[WCMafiaPride]

*Kyle stumbles through the door, but doesn't fall on his face, he seems to keep some balance for a few forward steps into the pub and then falls flat on his face.*

"Son of a...."

*The brandy bottle rolls on the ground and the stopper holds and the glass is intact, no cracks. Morte looks up and sees the bottle unharmed.*

"whew... that was a close one."

*He gets to one knee and grabs the bottle an places it in his shirt as he tries to regain his footing and balance. He waddles slowly to a table and takes a seat and tries to take it all in.*  

[Maestra de Gladi]

She turned her head to the man whom had fallen who was now sitting a few seats away. She arched an amused eyebrow. "Have a nice trip?"

 

[WCMafiaPride]

*Kyle took notice to the woman nearby and let out a light laugh/sigh.*

"The trip here a few months ago was not exactly comfortable, apparently since then I have been knocking into a quasi-coma and have been hidden under trash behind the pub..... as for the incident over there.... heh.... it was a decent fall... the moving air was somewhat comforting... reminded me of piracy campaigns on a nice fast moving ship....."

*He shut-up as he noticed his ramblings... and popped the cork off his bottle and took another swig and let out a light cough. He motioned the bottle in the direction of the woman and smiled.*

"The name's Kyle... Kyle Mortium... you can call me Kyle or Morte... and you are? Mistress?"  

[Maestra de Gladi]

She inclined her head. "Pleased to meet you Kyle. I'm known as Amaya Matushita, or 'Princess' as some of my crew likes too call me." She placed her finger on her tounge in this respect. She took another sip of her whiskey and sighed deeply. "You seem very fond of your work. What do you excel in? Swords, fire arms..?"

 

[Maestra de Gladi]

Amaya shrugged as she drained half of her mug. "I haven't the faintest. I only got here just this morning with...well I assume the rest of my crew will be here soon." She laughed lightly. "Rapiers and daggers eh? I've heard rapiers are hard to master. I'm a bit of a swords woman myself, mostly the Asian style katana or, my countries specialty, the Masamune." She said with a ruthless smile. "Trained twice a day scince I was old enough to hold one." She sighed as she reminisced her mother and foster father teaching her jabs and slashes before she joined the Goddessa. She snapped back to reality and shook her head clear. Amaya ran a hand through her hair.

((Okay, see you later))

 

[WCMafiaPride]

*Kyle wipes his face down and then nods.*

"Rapiers... they're a little tricky but not exactly hard to use, has a very simple concept of fighting... the actual mastery is hard, due to the multiple strategic styles. I've seen katana combat before, it was amusing but it is best effective in large scale land wars... with many users. I have to say the craftsmanship of such blades is near unsurpassable from the fine smiths of the East."

*He takes a quick gulp from his bottle and rubs his fingers through his beard.*

"I need to shave this wanker."

"So... what is the banner of the ship you sail under? Waiting for you crew I thought you would have mentioned it... but apparently not. I should be looking for a crew to join under soon."

*Kyle takes the German dagger from his belt and checks the blade and takes it to his face and checks for a shave and puts the dagger back.*  

[WCMafiaPride]

*Kyle takes another quick swig and decides he can stand again.*

"I'm sorry my dear Amaya but I must take me leave, a rain check for this unfinished conversation. Believe take me up on it at another time. Enjoy your drink, I'd pay if I had any coin, but someone picked me in my long sleep."

*He slides off the chair and pushes his weight up on his two legs and begins to walk to the privy quarters and gets ready to take a quick bowl and whiskey shave. He pulls his dagger from his belt.*  

[Maestra de Gladi]

Amaya chuckles as he leaves. "Nice talking to you kyle, and worry not, I can pay myself." As she said this, she placed a few gold coins on the counter, downed the rest of her mug and strode out of the pub, humming slightly

 

[zammap]

*enters pub with 5am*
'ello
*places babe in a barrel of apples and then sit at the bar*
Relode
*places a bottle of rum on the counter*
*as such was bgin done she looked around at the pub*
Wow, getting more zhen ever
biggrin