Ridus Village is a place where mecenaries gather to look for pirates with large bounties. It is a dangerous area for pirates, a place where a fight can be at any corner. Marines are not as present here as they are in other villages. All the local stores are bars.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 8:24 am
▐「 COMPANY 」Ai xxx▐「 WORDS 」1,140 xxx▐「 OOC 」 xxx
Nima walked the streets of Ridus like a queen. Sleeping drunkards, stumbling men, escorts, and brawls lined the streets. She was finally home. This place had been a mainstay of the zombie during her living youth, back when she was a reckless pirate hunter, before she ultimately met her end at the hand of a particular pirate whose face has been forever burned into her retinas. "Blech.." she sheer thought of the person in question left her with a horrible taste in her mouth, even for a zombie. She would need to wash it down with some ale, and luckily for her these parts were bountiful. Quite literally, as this village was the safe haven of all bounty hunters, scarcely a pirate in sight, rarely did marines make an appearance, this entire village was governed by the greedy.
The living corpse inhaled deeply, taking in everything around her. The air reeked of booze. She was greeted by sparing glances from the crowd within the busy streets, it seemed she wasn't completely forgotten in these parts. At the same time she was no longer the person she used to be, nobody here knew her- not anymore. Which was fine by her, she hadn't come here for them after all. There was something here she needed to see, a remnant of her past that she had all but forgotten up until recently. She was curious to see what had become of her bar within Ridus, she remembered now that she used to own an establishment of sorts during her time with the living. It wasn't anything special, everyone in this backwater village seemed to own a bar, it was just the way of life within these parts. Most of the Bounty Hunters she met were raging alcoholics and drunkards, it was sad to see- most of them only resorted to catching pirates so they could pay for their next pint. She was close now, just over the next hill was her shanty little haven. There it was.
Satan's Den.
When she finally laid eyes on it she was disappointed, it was left in shambles. Rough shape would be a kind way to put the current condition of her bar. If the outside was any indication of what she had to look forward to within she'd probably be unable to stomach her displeasure. Then again she didn't trust any of the locals with upkeep anyway, hell by this point she'd probably enter to find her entire stockpile pilfered. She made her way up the beaten path, pushed open the gated entry to her yard. The wooden swinging door unhinging itself and falling to the ground the moment she laid hands on it. Nima bit her bottom lip in frustration, this was her last relic of her past life, of the very fact she even lived to begin with. It was worse for wear than the stitched up meatsuit she called a body. The eavesdrop was blocking the front door, nearly fallen completely from the roof, along with most of the roof tiles. The paint was chipped, the wood weathered, it was certainly living up to it's name on the outside.
If hell had a name.
"Anybody home?" she growled lowly, ready to stick anybody like a pig who might be squatting in her abode. When she received no response she shrugged it off and proceeded to the door. Nima tore down the eavesdrop blocking her path, and kicked in the door which was hanging by only a few hinges as well. Dust kicked up the moment the door slammed into the establishment. When it cleared she was left with her mouth agape, hand on her waist. Utter disbelief. Tables were upturned, chairs broken and thrown across the room, the counter was about fifty percent rotten, broken pieces of plywood. Her shelves were the only things still clean, well clean of any alcohol that is. "God damn it..." she cursed vehemently under her breath before taking a few long strides into her decaying place of sanctuary. It was definitely a blow to her pride, this used to be an upstanding establishment, relatively popular for its small size and below average beverages. Then again most of the old perverts that lived here probably just came around because a nice piece of a** was working the counter. She was the barista, the waitress, the cook, mediocre at all of it. When you had legs like hers you could get away with just about anything, she'd be lying if she said she didn't take advantage of it either. Any way she could find to make money she would jump at the chance, and if she recalled this place helped her in gaining a pretty penny or two when she used to work within it and do the odd bounty on the side.
She wasted little time in putting her bar back together, fixing broken chairs, adjusting the tables, putting everything in it's proper place. She dusted, scrapped the decayed half of the counter. Cleaned the roof tiles from her front yard, fixed the eavesdrop to the best of her ability. She was no carpenter but she was getting the job done efficiently enough. She fixed the front door, reattaching it along with the swinging gate connected to the iron fence in her front yard. By the time she had finished Satan's Den looked almost presentable again. Of course Nima was still missing a key ingredient, the booze. She decided to put all her faith in the fact she had a locked wine cellar, the door leading to it hidden away in one of the back rooms. When she located it the lock was still intact, she no longer had the key so she used her whip-like legs and heel to destroy the lock entirely. When she swung open the floor doors she could smell the fermenting booze beneath. She took quick strides down the stone steps and her pale eyes seemed to gleam wildly at her discovery. Filled with hooch, her shitty ale lined the shelves, she had a saving grace after all it seemed. "Zzzzz..."
The smell here was much different from that which she had been used to due to Mirrorball Island's need for drinks and sweat constantly mingled together. The underlying layers of the smell of after sex and drugs lingered briefly on many of the bodies there as well, but here it smelled more of straight up liquor and pathetic need. Ai would walk the streets as she would be eyed by various people, men and women alike took interest in her for some reason. It wasn't the reason she would have preferred, but she'd find some of them tailing her despite the fact they weren't seemingly interested in that. Worrying her bottom lip as she would find herself more agitated the longer they followed her faux tail she'd finally stop and turn on the couple of men and women that attempted to blend in with the crowds. Ears half back in agitation as her amber eyes narrowed on the scents she easily picked out, "I don't know what your problem is, but I'm not interested in people that can't honestly show their faces to me!" she'd howl at them, the people in the streets looked at her like she was nuts, "Oui kid..." a man called out to her and she'd clench her fist, a small pout starting to form across her face, "You a pirate?" a simple and blunt question. Ai's ears perked up before her head would tilt ever so slightly to her left almost indicating confusion, "Pirate? Why would you think I was one of them? I don't need to steal or hurt others." she'd state, "I'm not in allegiance with anything, I just want to explore the world." she'd state raising her arms and bending them at the elbows. Hands flat topped out towards the sky like it was obvious she wasn't a pirate and that they were foolish for thinking so. A few people stripped away from some of the crowds and headed back the way they came, irritation rolling off of them in waves making it clear that they had been tailing her because they thought she was of a less honest trade. The man who questioned her moved towards her before patting her head in a light affectionate manner, "Don't go getting yourself into trouble here kid, we mercenaries don't take kindly to pirates...specially when there is money involved." he'd state, "Some honest little kid like you probably wouldn't make much for a target anyways." the man chuckled his southern drawl heavy on his words, he wouldn't say much else before taking his leave.
Ai would cross her arms as she would bite her inner cheek, small fangs easily nipping the softer skin as she felt even more agitated by the fact she was considered so young. She was a grown adult, not to mention after that whole fiasco of being called a child she probably wasn't going to get served any liquor here in town. Grunting as she would turn her feet hitting the pavement a little harder due to her growing anger and agitation about the people around here. Mirrorball was much nicer to her! They let her dance and drink and do whatever she liked as long as she didn't start a fight, but the people here started a verbal fight with her almost immediately after she got here! Puffing in anger her dark ears folded back as she would keep her eyebrows drawn down in a pissed off manner, she'd see people glance at her briefly before turning their attention elsewhere. No interest clearly, 'Hey did you see that woman coming through town earlier?" her ears perked up in question, she'd stop and pretend she was doing something else while she decided to eavesdrop on this other person who had recently been of interest, 'Looked like she was familiar here, but she looks almost dead, it was weird.' the murmur was soft, 'You mean that lass that was headin' towards Satan's Den? That old run down bar?" someone finally answered, 'Satan's den?' the other replied, 'Yeah some girl used to work there, then she suddenly up and disappeared so the bar ended up getting wrecked after awhile.' the other continued, 'So..only locals know about that place then?' she finished, 'Should, maybe she is an old customer?' the dialogue continued, 'You said it was a woman right? Maybe it's the one that disappeared?' she mumbled. Ai would stop fake browsing a newspaper and immediately turn towards the people spreading rumors. Where ever this lady had went sounded like someplace she could get something to drink without being bothered by being called a child, "Eh?" it had been a woman and a man speaking in hushed tones, "Satan's den, where is it?" she asked simply. The man chuckled and pointed down the road, "Wrought iron gate, looks wrecked." he'd state before he'd dismiss her with a wave of his hand. Ai would bow half way in a polite thanking manner before turning and heading towards the direction the man pointed. They probably figured out she had been eavesdropping, but it wasn't like she could stop when she heard something interesting, specially when it might help her in the long run.
Following the man's directions she would soon come upon a large iron gate, it looked like it had been fussed with recently by the looks of it, dust didn't line the top of part of it so something had to have been through here. Carefully opening the gate and closing it behind her she would glance about in wonder for anything that might have been living. No sound of a beating heart, no chattering, the place was probably straight up deserted, but she was still more and more intrigued. She didn't believe in haunted houses, hell she hardly knew what one was, though the interest of what a small place like this held gave her an easy out of her boredom and probable alleviation to her need to drink if someone was here. Footsteps were soft thanks to the softer leather of her shoes, unless she was trying to make noise she probably would fail to make any at all. Finally reaching the front door she'd carefully push it open, the sound of the hinges shivering ever so slightly easily told her to be gentle with the door since it seemed to have been freshly repaired. Amber eyes would be greeted by the sight of a fairly clean and somewhat repaired bar. It looked scarce in furnishing and even more so in people by the looks of it, that made her wonder who had been in to recently clean up. She could still smell the scent of dust being kicked up as well as fresh wood that had just gotten cleaned of rot. It wouldn't take her long to guess the perpetrator who was sleeping casually with her head turned the other way on the bar counter. Glasses were lined up before her with some cheap drinks, "Hnnn?" she hummed as she would enter and immediately move towards the pretty haired ( hopefully ) female. Breathing in she'd easily catch the scent of earth and unliving flesh, something like smelling a taxidermy animal. Unexpected. Stopping a foot from her as her eyebrows pulled down into a questioning look, she'd shake her sudden confusion and warning bell away. A single hand touched the woman's cold shoulder, "Psssst! Miss! Is this the 'Satan's Den?" she questioned lightly being clearly curious, she hadn't looked for any signs honestly, but even if she did she would still ask that question. How else was one going to break the ice with someone they had never met, not to mention a species they have never seen before!
Her slumber was disturbed by something within her abode, although she wasn't overly upset seeing as she wasn't sure she even needed sleep anymore being what she was. Her neck snapped around nearly one hundred and eighty degrees from her resting place upon the bar, the stitches across her neck straining terribly as she did so. Her lively blue eyes seemed to perk up at the sight of a living person within her lovely little tavern. Giving an oddly intact smile she turned her body to meet the angle of her neck. Giving the young woman before her a full view of the Frankenstein monster that was Nima nowadays. Numerous sloppy stitching keeping limbs together, it was hard to tell which body parts actually belonged to the longleg woman before her death and which were of another corpse. "Oh a customer!" she remarked rather cheerfully, assuming the woman could only be here for one thing. Still to receive a customer so quickly was surprising, if not pleasant. Luckily for the young woman who had stumbled upon her bar Nima had seemingly overcome the alcohol in her system rather quickly, perhaps another perk of not having working organs, or at least not one hundred percent functional ones. "You're not a regular, I'm surprised you came across this place so suddenly after the grand re-opening! Of course my regulars have probably moved on, judging by the discoloration of my skin I've been dead for a good couple of months, maybe more." she seemed to be half speaking toward herself as she inspected the purplish tinged skin of her arms and legs, she was oddly exposed and very open about her ghoulish nature. An upbeat zombie was probably a rare sight, zombies in general were rather few and far between, let alone one actually happy to be alive. She wasn't really sure which body parts were hers, for all Nima knew the only part of her previous body left was her brain, although she was certain that much of her current body belonged to her beforehand, even if her memory wasn't all that great. It was hard to picture her living self, or her life before the death incident. It seemed somebody believed she was too valuable an asset to erase entirely. In her defense she had been quite the sword master before her untimely demise at the hands of that pirate. She shuddered at the thought of them, and was quick to flush all that from her mind and refocus on the person who wound up before her now.
She quickly snapped herself out of the little haze she was wrapped up on, grabbing a glass from beneath the counter she placed it on the table in front of the younger woman, giving a sly smile. Her voice soft and velvety as she spoke to this new customer of hers. "So what can I get you? If people wind up here it's either for drink or information, and you don't seem like the mercenary type to me." her assumptions were rarely wrong, she prided herself on a good judge of character after all. This patron seemed rather tame, maybe even a little timid. Her honey colored eyes were gentle, and her platinum hair gave her the look of someone kind and curious over rash and greedy. If only Nima could say the same about herself. Still it was surprising to see someone who appeared so meek in a place like Ridus, it was the homestead of many rough customers after all. Still she didn't question it too much, when Nima was alive and kicking she appeared nearly as harmless as this young lady and could wield a sword with more skill than most. Looks were always deceiving, and she had a good feeling about this girl, there was something special about her- she had potential. It was just difficult for the ghoulish woman to pick up on what it was.
"As you've probably guessed, this is Satan's Den, welcome." she finally explained, her arms expanding outward as if to show off the establishment even if it wasn't much to look at. This had once amounted to all her life's work, now it was nothing more than a rotting hovel, although hopefully she could get it back on track. She told herself she would retire from the mercenary lifestyle, although she still found herself checking the broker every day for good jobs. It seemed money still had a major hold on her life, and incapacitating people was something of a skill set for her, no easier way to make a pretty penny than that. "My name's Nima and this is my humble little bar, it's in rough shape but it's still a work in progress- I've just gotten back from the other side only a short while ago, so there's still much work to be done." she explained, trying to be friendly and give an excuse as to why her business wasn't exactly blossoming or in the best condition. She needed to build up a regular clientele again after all, and if she could start with this young lady then she'd do everything she could to keep her around. Even though the young lady did appear a little young in age and physique. Nima wasn't exactly the type to see eye to eye with the law, so she would serve alcohol to anybody so long as they weren't a marine or law enforcement of some kind. If you had enough courage and confidence to walk through her front gate then she would gladly serve you whatever your heart desired.
The port town of Ridus Village was clamorous as usual, mercenaries buzzing through the streets with other denizens an obnoxious hum as they carried on. Some were from all over the continent or left on long voyages into the endless seas, merchants shouting fervently to passersby in attempts to hawk their wares to whomever walked by their stalls, laborers and dock workers busily transporting crates, barrels and other containers packed with fresh goods through the village streets. This was Ridus alright, the only place out-of-towners came that was stuck in a constant state of busyness at all times of the day. Anyone unfamiliar with the village's unique brand of daily motion, the way everyone and everything was hurriedly rushing around trying to complete some obscure task, would surely be thrown for a loop in wake of the sheer doggedness the natives showed. To West Blue locals the buzz of docking ships, the cry of greedy merchants, and the assertive marching of hardy laborers was a comforting melody that represented the ebb and flow of their quaint port town.
Hidden inside the mess of village streets, near one of the far edges of Ridus's many ports, a local surf legend had taken to the alleys. Dark, cramped and with a foul-smelling odor permeating throughout much of the backstreet, the raven-haired hunk of a man had not chosen the concealed place out of any desire to linger in unsavory locations. A basic necessity had been the driving force to lure the traveler into the damp alley - Satan's den. There was no other reason for anyone to trudge down a trash-ridden passage where the sunlight hardly held the darkness in check. As the wave maestro continued farther into the deepening depths of the cramped space between two buildings, he would occasionally look over his shoulder to ensure no one had followed him. This pattern of traversing small piles of garbage and wiggling through the alleyway carried on for some time until he'd exit the alleyway with a left turn. It wouldn't have taken much of a moment or two before he'd arrive before the iron gate's of Satan's den.
He'd seamlessly usher the gate open and shut it behind him as the beach bum quickened his pace. A loud creaking sound emitted from the doorway as the bohemian local entered. Very sure it'd go noticed, Brody's approach couldn't have been nothing less then primo, careful observation spelled that the place had a quite the clean up crew slide through. However, no matter what it'd linger still, the odor of savory characters as he walked across the once ale-stained floorboards to the bar. Upon seeing a familiar face he'd immediately do what came natural after that, “ 'Cuse me, sweetheart, you wouldn't mind fillin' this bro up one of those cold brews from the tap, would'ya? ” damn, didn't I mention he'd been with his main this whole time? Malia Jones, Brody's first love, the bro immediately set the surfboard up against the bar counter. Anyways, after'er that... Brody's attention paid itself else where, the foreigner from afar, where'd she been all this time. He spun around with a quarter lean on the bar, elbow only, not for long did his piercing teal eyes tell what his mind had been, you'd expect it to be obvious, right? As a relieved sigh parted his lips as to say, “ Damn.. ” the young bohemian murmured after his heart skipped one beat and a step had taken him back. Those soft amber eyes, those ears that'd be nothing less of a crime to just call cute, bro... What a babe. Ouu, say sumthing, dude, “ Girl, you're standin'ere lookin' so amazin'.. ” Brody just thought he'd say sumthing, “ A babe like you possibly can't be from around'ere.. ” let's say this dude had long since passed the level of stoked, but it possessed a liquid aggression completely unorthodox from chill. Simply put, Brody thought she'd been the best thing since sliced bread. Lookin' real amazin', he'd raise more then just a brow on puzzling thought of where she came from. His lips curved teasing the pearl white of his predator jaws, chill bro, thumb on cheek as his fingers rounded his chin and cupped. Bro... What a total babe.
Amber eyes widened in utter surprise when the person she woke didn't actually stir...well not exactly. The sudden twisting of the woman's neck in an impossible angle startled her at first before awe and excitement immediately became evident on her face. The blue eyed and colorful haired woman would seem to acknowledge her with a smile before the longleg woman would turn her body to stop stressing the stitches on her neck. Honestly Ai hardly noticed the stitches, mainly cause she wasn't looking but the zombie woman looked fabulous in her own strange way. The announcement of her being a customer would have made Ai's tail wag if she had one, instead her ears stood up straight and alert showing her excitement in her facial features before she would watch as the woman would observe her briefly. Quietly listening to the woman's observations with a bright smile as she would announce the grand re-opening and her own state of being, "Nope nope! I'm no regular, I just got here!" she'd state taking a half step back to give the long legged woman some room to stand if she wished too, "Ah! Well I'm sure they'll come back! You don't smell super duper dead, like decaying rot and all. You smell like dirt though, it's refreshing!" she'd state happily honestly trying to offer a compliment. Eyeing many of the stitches she'd wonder absently if the woman would let a doctor adjust the stitches to better suit her sudden state of being. Though she wasn't even on first name terms with the lady yet and she was already wondering if she could help the woman! The lively zombie was extremely intriguing to her considering she'd never met a zombie, she had two knees! Wait, she was half sure that was a race thing and not actually something a zombie would normally have, wait maybe it was. Should she ask? No, that would be rude, well it did pique her curiosity even more the more she thought about it, she might be a zombie with new abilities or something too. She'd shake her head as she would attempt to snap herself out of her deluded thoughts seeing as the zombie woman would be moving before her eyes.
Watching the woman walk was interesting in and of itself, she'd watch with fascination as she saw no form of lag in her step, in fact she looked extremely peppy for a dead woman, it made her all the more interesting! The sound of fingers touching glass and then it tapping against the counter made Ai move to lean up against the bar counter. Deep scents of renewed wood wafted up to her nose and she'd feel at ease once again as she placed her hands on the counter, blunt claws barely touching the smooth surface as she would breath in the scents of poured alcohol from earlier. When the woman offered her a drink or information she'd raise an eyebrow and then look curious once again about the word 'mercenary', "I don't know what a mercenary is miss, but I would definitely like something strong! If my nose can't stand it, it's perfect!" she'd state with a bright smile looking cheeky about her ability to take in liquor. The long leg woman smelled a bit like booze, but she could tell the woman was far from being drunk and seemed much more on the giddy side in all regards. Taking a look around the tavern she'd take it that this woman must have been pretty rich at some point considering she was able to purchase this place a long time ago from the looks of it. A seasoned warrior of her tribe? Retired from a job of some sort? Maybe it had to do something with this mercenary business! Well either way the woman seemed to be highly mature by the way she carried herself as well as the way she spoke to her, it made her seem all friendly yet business-y. It made the tavern itself seem more welcome then it should have with some of the more decrypt look to it, in it's own way it had that charm of someplace one could definitely call a home.
At the announcement that this was Satan's Den she'd smile, "Thank you for having me miss!" she'd state cheerfully as the woman would show off her establishment in her exaggerated gesture. A giggle escaped the canine woman as she would watch with curiosity as the woman would proceed to introduce herself, going on to mention that it was a work in progress and that she had only just returned herself, "My name is Ai, I'm just a traveller who likes to play and explore! By play I mean drink, dance and sleep around. I rather like your bar! It's more comfortable and not super crowded with unfit men!" she'd state happily looking as happy as ever, "I'm sure you'll make everything you need back to fix it up to it's former glory. I can smell all the different materials put into this place, I can't picture it, but I have a feeling it was very merry and happy." she'd state raising her arms up to immitate jumping for joy. Her eyes would widen as her right ear twitched and she'd hear the wrought iron gate outside open, "Someone's coming." she'd state looking curious as she would listen for footsteps. The steady steps would reach the door and she would tilt her head as she breathed in deeply to catch the new scent, sea water, fish, sweat and the sound of a beating heart. Squinting briefly as she would wait for the person to enter only to see that a male had appeared, he smelled different, maybe he was a fisherman in these parts? It didn't seem to sit right with her at first, but she'd dissuade herself from pursuing further thought considering she was sure he would introduce himself. He was the only other person in the bar besides herself and Nima.
Turning her attention away as she would look to Nima once the dark haired male proceeded to request a drink in his fairly odd mannered speech, well it was similar to her own when she got excited, skipping syllables and all to get to the point faster. Watching the male set the surfboard her carried in down against the bar counter made her think that maybe the man was eating fish which made him smell like fish. No. Still didn't sit right. It seemed that the man hadn't noticed her the second he came in, which was understanable, not really. The sudden attention on her made her quirk an eyebrow in question as he would attempt to compliment her, it took her a moment to pick apart his words before she'd smile brightly, "Thank you!" she'd state happily as he would continue to go on and apparently from what she could understand take that he was wondering where she was from. She'd look between the two, "I'm from a phantom island!" she'd state in a chipper tone, "What about you guys? Are you both locals? You guys smell different." she'd state simplisticly before looking back to the male with the surfboard. Well built, really bright eyes, like Nima's, taller then her, seemed to both be chipper and happy about seeing her be here. Maybe they were super friendly unlike the other folks, but maybe that was due to them hailing from different lands? Ai didn't know at all, she just rolled with it and decided that they were nice people for the most part.
▐「 COMPANY 」Ai & BroBro xxx▐「 WORDS 」1,249 xxx▐「 OOC 」 xxx
Nima retained a surprisingly pretty smile, and it crept from ear to ear upon mingling with this newcomer, her upbeat attitude was lovely and a welcomed change to the ruffians that normally lined Ridus Village, it was a rough area to set up shop but it was a place she knew well, and she could handle the people. A breath of fresh air came in the form of this petite fox-like woman. She was quirky, something that Nima adored greatly, finding her comment about the zombies smell rather funny. Bringing her wrist to her nose she inhaled deeply and nodded her head in small motions. "You're right, definitely earthy- that's good". she seemed happy with this, it was better than rot, and an earthly smell was what she would prefer over perfumed and pampered. As long as the smell was clean she would be content. It was around this time she got to the request of the young lady, her bar was in tatters and she hadn't really had time to stock up on alcohol, most of it pilfered or destroyed like the rest of her bar had been. Still she had a few bottles from her wine cellar that she brought up earlier and they would have to do for customers as well in this case. Luckily for the little feline lady her hooch was strong stuff, left to stew for a couple extra months during her brief disappearance to the afterlife. Pouring a glass for the woman she slid it over the counter to the shorter woman with a sly grin upon her features.
"Give this a whiff, it's my own brand seeing as the rest was all looted or destroyed during my absence, I can't quite remember what I used to make it- peaches I think? Well either way it knocked me out earlier, and I'm dead so that's got to mean something. Lucky for me I've still got a cellar full of the stuff so I won't have to worry about drought until I can get this place back in shape, although enough of my rambling how about you give it a taste and let me know what you think?"
When she finished speaking her attention was brought to the door. A familiar face making his way through the messy disaster zone which was her bar and sitting down next to the only two other people present. How could she forget the shirtless surfer, he wasn't exactly a regular seeing as she doubted he ever stayed in one place long- still Nima remembered seeing him frequent her bar a few times back in the day. He was a lady killer and put the moves on just about anything exotic, she was probably upon the receiving end of his flirting as well at some point although her past was far too muddled to remember for certain. Still his casual and cool demeanor seemed to make the ghoul a little happier. Pouring him a drink with haste, the young man was also stuck with the peachy hooch she had procured from earlier. "Some kind of moonshine, all we've got on the menu right now." she gave a brief explanation before sliding it across the counter to the man who by now was fully enveloped in the foxy female opposite to him. Nima had to stifle laughter more than once at his advances, her big blue eyes watching enthusiastically as Ai pivoted around them, likely mistaking his words for kindness. Taking the words he spoke and only really responding to the basics, explaining that she came from some kind of phantom island. Sounded spooky, even for an animated corpse, still there was something eerie and exotic about a "phantom island" that much was for certain. It almost made her jealous, seeing as Nima had been stuck in these parts for as long as she could remember.
"I'm from here, born and raised in the cesspool known as Ridus Village, where the greedy and those without morals hang their hats. Although I spent my time dead up in the north- I think I remember losing a fight to somebody much stronger than myself." she explained rather shortly, Ai already made it clear she knew nothing of mercenaries so any elaboration would probably be lost upon her at this point. Born to a mercenary mother and father, raised a mercenary, inheriting the bar when her folks died on jobs. Dying on a job herself, it was all a little too messy and complicated to get into, still she knew the people here and how to deal with them because she was one of them. Despite her easygoing attitude thus far she was every bit as greedy as the next mercenary within these parts, and her moral compass had been broken for years. It seemed as though Ai just had a way to make the mercenary smile. She was different from what Nima was used to, a youth lost in adventure. Drinking, dancing, and sleeping around were all things Nima had used to do in her youth as well. Although they might have different meanings behind "sleeping around" seeing as Nima wasn't much for naps, she would sleep when she was dead. Or at least whenever she died again, for the second time.
At this point Nima decided to pour herself a drink as well. Pulling out three glasses this time she filled all of them and slid two over the counter, one for each of her patrons. She was here celebrating the grand re-opening of her beloved Satan's Den so just one drink wasn't going to be enough, she wouldn't allow it. Still something tugged on her conscience, knowing that neither of them were here for the bar, this wasn't some promoted return, she had just returned only hours before their arrival. "So what brings the two of you to a place like this anyway, just the booze? I didn't think my stash was good enough to mean dealing with the idiots that inhabit this village." she questioned innocently, knowing she was especially right in this case given the fact that all she had to offer was what she had come to call peach moonshine, or something close enough to it. Still this didn't stop her from clasping the glass with bony discolored fingers and raising it to her lips, her head shooting back in order to drain the glass in one quick motion. It was really heavy stuff even for somebody who was dead, or living dead so to say. Her features tightened, scrunching up in disapproval of the powerful taste behind the brew. It took her a few moments for her face to stop it's strange contortion, placing the half empty bottle of hooch on the table for the time being and giving the duo customers a chance to catch up with her. Curious to see how further interaction between the three of them would go, they were definitely a band of strange fools together, opposites in many ways. Although she still swore Ai resembled her in her youth (a word she used ironically given her young age- only really beginning to see others as "youths" after her death) to a degree, free spirited and unbound. Although maybe with less spunk, as Nima was drinking, dancing, sleeping around, fighting, killing, and practically stealing back when she was alive and kicking. Having a more feistier side to her, probably more so than the foxkin girl sitting at her counter.
Shiro no Kitsune
SentryCub
Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2017 9:05 am
A woman whom smelled of grimy sweat brought forth by hard labor under the sun walked the streets of Ridus Village with a goody grin plastered on her face. With time spent behind a blow torch, cutting and welding metal for strong fits on naval vessels, hammering pins home, and sawing wood she bore the chiseled physique of a young craftswoman. For clothes this woman was wearing a body suit that was rolled down to her hips and tied off such that her sleeves hung limp in front of her body. Upon her upper torso was nothing but a simple bikini top. Clearly she wasn't all too concerned about others looking at her body as the top was not at all modest. Her mahogany brown hair loosely hung about her shoulders and her face bore a pair of strange tattoos upon its cheeks. With a swaying gait it appeared that she was already quite drunk and given her large height of five foot nine along with her muscled body most people gave her plenty of room as she walked down the street. Though perhaps some of them knew of her reputation as a regular bar room brawler. Having finished the last of her work for today, it was apparently time to celebrate. Of course who wouldn't celebrate the finishing of two new ships. Not that she'd see much of the money, the vast majority of it went to the old man. Still, working strong till the end of a client's order was always a call to party in her book. Though in Mirin's book almost anything could be an excuse to party so that wasn't actually all that special of an occasion. She just wasn't much for staying sober. To that end she was now in Ridus Village. Besides having probably the highest concentration booze dens on the planet, the old man refused to come to the Island as well. Growing up, she'd sail here all the time to get away from his stern eye and be a little hell raiser. It brought back such fond memories, or at least it would if her head wasn't already swimming.
As she meandered through the streets trying find a new bar to plop herself down at, a strange sight caught the attention her eyes. I must be really off my a**... she thought while staring at what shouldn't have been possible or at least was an unusual sight. Inside Satan's Den, the lights were on? It'd been closed for years, last she'd heard the owner had died years ago. Though when that had happened she wasn't sure, it seemed that people didn't really know but then in Ridus most were always to drunk to remember things clearly anyway. Mirin was fairly certain that it had been open at some point in time while she was still her other self but then she definitely remember running around and playing inside it with other unsupervised children during her youth. Though she couldn't recall if it had been closed or not back then. At that point who could really say how long it had been closed. Of course such a phenomenon required her to investigate the place. Walking over to the door she tried to gently open it but ended up flinging it open in a way that caused it to slam loudly. Apparently she didn't know her own strength while drunk. Inside she found herself looking at several different people. There was a man with a strong jawline and muscles sculpted enough to match even her own. His dark ear length hair looked rather good on him, especially with how it was styled. Bangable I suppose, though he looks like a beach bum. Next her eyes fell upon the animalistic girl. Her gray hair and amber eyes gave off a rather exotic look. Well maybe the ears did that so much more than her eyes or hair. At any rate she was cute as a button and just as adorable a baby panda. So cuuuuute! I wanna pet her for hours. Finally her eyes turned upon the woman working the bar. A part of Mirin felt like she was familiar but she couldn't be sure. Memory was a funny thing and to be honest back when this place was open Mirin couldn't even see over the counter let alone really look at who worked in the joint. As for Nima, well if she had been the one running this twelve years ago she probably wouldn't recognize Mirin since the woman had technically been a little boy back then. Hell it was even possible that at some point the two had played together as children, not that Mirin would recognize the other woman as an adult and as a zombie. Pale skin? Stitches all over the body? Probably a zombie. Never been with a zombie before... wonder what it's like.
With her drunken wobble she slowly made her way up to the bar before finding a nice seat to sit down on so she didn't embarrass herself by stumbling around and accidentally starting a fight by slugging someone right in their nose. That was an unfortunately common occurrence in her bar going experience. Not like she didn't usually win those fights. Such a thing was besides the point though since nobody here really looked like they'd appreciate either getting slugged in the face or being the other combatant in a drunken fist fight. Though the place mostly smelled of dust she could detect a whiff of some kind of booze. "Whatever you've got Z-girl... I'll take it. Also I dunno if you get told this a lot but those stitches on your neck are super cute!" Mirin's voice was upbeat and her words only slightly slosh-y. For a woman of her size the pitch of her voice was actually pretty middle of the road for women. Hopefully Nima didn't mind the flirting, Mirin didn't mean anything negative by it rather she only meant to speak the truth. It was just how she was. That is, everyone with a pulse though maybe even those without, was a potential partner in a night of celebrating and partying. After getting a response she'd spin around on her stool to look up at the ceiling and around at any of the support structures. "Man this place has got spirit! Whoever built it knew how to work their tools. Never appreciated that as a kid though." The others might not have understood what she meant but as someone who worked with other craftsmen day in and day out while building ships she could always recognize the work of someone that knew what the hell they were doing. Though to be fair she also might have not been making that much sense since she had down quite a lot of whiskey before stumbling into Satan's Den. "So what's with the reopening," she tossed out as a general question to those around her bar.
Bro. A stifled chuckle escaped him briefly, no, properly half of that, it'd made him reel himself upon the counter's surface. Majority of his weight shifted with his slumped frame relaxed. A lackadaisical air about him settled, but not before the raven-haired hunk stifled yet another chuckle to complete what was laughter. What a babe, the bohemian canted his head softly to the side before it too, slumped. Tassels of his rogue strands hung loosely as he'd nod his head to no one in particular. The babe could take a compliment without so much as splitting a vein. Not only that, the babe thanked him the best way a dudette could ever show appreciation to a bronobi as cool as himself. She'd smile. Now, Brody wasn't that type it all, you know the type, cocky to the point he couldn't take a hint. Pissing babes off, that was natural, but doing so and still carrying along? Tsk, bro, c'mon, that's just pathetic. Brody didn't need to lower himself to the level of suds, ocean foam. Ain't no way, bro. Completely caught up on the thought he'd churn his wrist as to say, 'No way, bro.' The question of where'd she came from set and sailed through one ear and out the other. A snarky, yet, toothy smile stretched one whole side of his cheek up to ear.
Phantom island? Someone had quite the sense of humor, hell, maybe the babe wasn't pulling his leg and she really had come from some island of the sort. Who knew? He'd check himself first, hi-jacking his shoulders before rolling them forward to shrug. The sound of clanking glass immediately caught his most definite attention, it'd been sometime but she hardly lost her touch. A babe like that needed finesse to keep those tips coming and with a flick of a wrist like that? That'd never be an issue. “Do it, babe, whatever you pour this grows good enough. Make it happen.” surfer's ascent couldn't have been better. Shifting orbs darted to and fro both luscious babes before they'd become fixed. This babe came fully equipped with a sense of humor, too. A question, of questions rose for two, him and the z-zombie babe behind the counter..? The bohemian's face turnt completely jigsaw, like dude, you know Brody hadn't really peeped the odd hue she'd worn. Chin turnt over his shoulder with an eye of observation, he'd scanned the babes neck, stitches, her wrist too, stitches. The bohemian's sweat gland kicked in and a rather noticeable drop of sweat slid down his head. Keep it cool, bro, don't go snaking the vibe. You're a bronobi. His muscle didn't twitch a inch from where he last left them, the dude had gone completely petrified.
Still with that dumb look on his face, hidden away on the other side of his countenance. For the most, Brody kept his lip buttoned and just listened as the stitched-up babe spun her tale. A thumb pressed up on his lip for a minute, one could see he'd been busily drumming up some type of conclusion. Now, they'd said she been killed, but there were always those who didn't believe whatever they heard. And obviously those who did, Brody didn't belong with the latter. If you'd known what the characters were like here you wouldn't believe water was wet. ******** it, he'd almost immediately spun around on the heel once... Well, the proof of her actually standin' here and serving drinks was enough. Clapping the counter's surface with the palm of his hand and tossing his other arm in no particular direction. Wait, hold the snail dial, he'd interrupt her around the time she popped her own question, “Woah! Woah..! Woah...” completely drumming down the tempo of his emotion bursting. Muscular arms sprawled themselves out along the counter. Brody easily did a split as his bare chest would come to relax upon the bar. Brody's bowed, loosely hung strands of hair hid most of his countenance.
Again, a sign of relief parted his lips, “So, basically you're telling us that you did? You died, you're dead..“ naturally he bit his lip on the matter. He turnt his neck and peered from between loose strands, “So, like, you're undead, a zombie..?” eyes focused on her waist up, “Damn, that's hot..” for what would've been misinterpreted turned out to be a hidden compliment. Meanwhile! An adventurous hand sought out the glass of peach moonshine. Fingers clasping around the cup before he'd sprung himself up all but too suddenly. And before you'd known it Brody's lips kissed the rim of the cup. His cranium knocked back with a fierce motion before snapping forward. The bohemian's short lived kiss robbed the glass as his throat downed the last drop. Knocck! The glass tapped the wooden surface of the bar, “Not bad, babe, not bad it all. Mm, but to answer the questions.” the surfer's tongue lapped across his lips. A hand retreated for his waist before cupping it, “Yes, I am, babe, matter of fact you could say I'm about as local as they come.” the nose of his worn boot began to prod at the floorboard. A thumb swiping across his nose, “I actually make a round or two by here every so often to see if the place is open. Cos' I so happen to be one of those idiots, babe.” he'd tossed the bartender a generous eye.
He rose a hand her way, “Don't sell yourself short, babe, these booze aren't too bad and the crowd this place attracts ain't usually local.” the bohemian thumbed toward the out of town beauty. Like, bro, it didn't take a rocket scientist or nothin' of the sort, “A bronobi such as myself should be out there, ripping up the waves of the world's sea—” the approach of another interrupted him. No sooner than when the beach bum finished had another babe find herself here, searching for a drink and whatever else. Of course then, the source drew Brody's attention foremost because of his close proximity. Feigning disinterest was still part of the Hans Brolo way though, so the bohemian made sure not to look too surprised by whatever the babe was shouting over. Instead the dudette carried on like any ole' other tavern-goer and gave the uproar and leaving it at that. Brody likewise turned his gaze to the front of the bar, where he lowered his head a bit and brought his cool demeanor for a second round. To closer hug his body upon the bar he'd resume to relax himself. Turning an ear to the conversation happening beside him. Immediately, the bronobi had gone to town on the babes stats. Hips, waist, bust, and a**...
The attitude of the zombie and herself made this place feel fairly on the cheerful side, she couldn't help but feel happy when the other party felt the exact same way in response to her own cheerful outlook on things. They would defintiely be good friends, or maybe really good comedians if Ai could tell a joke to save her life. Upon her issued compliment about smelling like earth the zombie would bring her arm to her nose and easily take a whiff of her arm before she seemed to confirm with Ai that she did smell like earth which was good. If Ai had a tail it would be wagging that someone took her compliment and it made her all the more happy when Nima seemed to like the compliment as well. Watching with fascination as the woman would then continue on to grab a glass, she could already smell the liqour and the sweetness that accompanied it, a strong acrid smell with a sweet and peaceful scent mixed in. It stung her nose at first, but then she couldn't get her senses off the subtle smell after it, a smile graced her features as a glass was poured for her and was passed over. Interest sparked as she would listen to Nima speak up about giving it a whiff and explaining what had happened to her bar. Ai would look both concerned and relieved at the same time as she would talk about how her bar got ransacked but they left her a small cellar of her drinks alone, it was all she really had left apparently. At the mention of Ai giving it a taste she would nod and easily pick up the glass, breathing in the unique smell before pressing it to her lips and easily downing it in one go. The sharp taste of liquor and the heat that rolled down her throat was welcoming, the lingering sweetness of peaches in her mouth made her lick her lips as she tilted the glass carefully to make sure she drained every drop. After all no one should ever spare a drink poured for them, even a little bit on the bottom of the glass would be an insult, blood rose to her cheeks as she tilted for a second before easily regaining her composure. Eyes weren't misted just yet, but she could still feel the buzz in the back of her mind, "Wowzers thats great!" she chirped happily as she would look to Nima, "I'm glad some good things still remained, I hope none of the people that ransacked it come back to do the same thing agian." she'd state looking optimistic though the mention was somewhat pessimistic, but still sounded hopeful, after all no one ever knew when something bad would go down.
Looking to the newcomer male as he would speak to the zombie woamn, asking her for a drink, she'd look interested in the whole thing about what she had left between herself and the male. Ears tilted back slightly as she would listen causually before she would get her previous question answered by Nima, interest clear in the young lass's eyes as the woman would speak about being from this place. When she went on to announce she was definitely killed and brought back to life the surfer would go on to mention that he didn't know that the woman was a zombie. Amber eyes looked partially confused as the alochol would slowly start to afflict her fairly fast metabolism, eyes hazed over slightly as a goofy smile came onto her face, "Aye, she is very hot." she was definitely agreeing with the man as he would compliment Nima. She was very very pretty in Ai's opinion, exotic without a doubt even with the stitches and the discoloration, it didn't change Ai's opinion on the woman, if her looks didn't win one over her upbeat personality would without a doubt. Nima's proceeding question would make her look curious as she wondered what brought her here, but it seemed the surfer would answer up first, she'd give her attention with ease as she leaned on the counter avoiding touching the other male's arm out of her own respect for space. It seemed that the two of them were both locals and that he often came by this place to see if it was open, and as he went on he would compliment Nima once again which would easily make her maintain another smile. As he would continue on another person would enter into the bar. Amber eyes glanced over to see a woman a good bit taller then herself step in, well built with muscle and looking like she knew what a good's day work was without a doubt. Watching with interest as the woman would saunter up and easily slide in to compliment Nima's stitches she'd already label the newcomer as a nice lady who was definitely welcoming. The woman briefly looked over both Ai and the surfer and she would just smirk a little finding it interesting that she seemed so unique, a compliment towards the bar was issued out and then a question towards Nima which would give Ai a little time to think how to answer Nima's earlier question. What was she doing here?
Fingers tapped the bar gently as her mind swayed with the consumption of liquor, "Hmmm....I came here because I heard that someone interesting came this way. I like interesting and I like really nice people. It's rare to find people who are really upbeat and welcoming ya know?" she offered with a smile, "I left my home land to go out and explore this wide wide ocean, cause it seems fun. Lots of interesting people and adventures to be had. I went to a place called Mirrorball island and it was super fun, all I did was dance, drink and have sex." she'd state cheerfully, "But, none of the people were openly talkative or anything like here. Too crowded, no space." she'd wave her hand back and forth like it wasn't her thing, "And now that I'm in a smaller place and there is room to talk I feel more at ease, I met some very nice people. I wouldn't be opposed to travelling with a group like you guys." she'd state happily her ears straight up and at attention, "I don't know much about the world that you guys live in, I hear mentions of this...world governer thing and a marine thing. Just heard about a mercenary but I don't understand those meanings, but it all sounds interesting." she'd nod, "It makes me curious and wonder what else is out there in the wide wide world. Exploring by myself sounds really lonely...well it kinda is, didn't you guys travel with others at some point in time? Was it fun?" she questioned looking to everyone, including the new woman who looked like she wasn't really interested in the whole thing, but seemed to be interested in the tavern itself. Ai just wanted to learn about these people, they all seemed to walk different paths of life and she wanted to learn more, goals, thoughts on the places they have been and about what they want to do. In her own goody two shoes way she really kind of wanted to help them in some way, even if it meant staying to help fix up the bar, or go travelling with someone, even just being a listening ear. Maybe it was her canine instinct of wanting to be in a pack hitting her since she had left her own 'pack' to come travel, but she felt a need for attachment to another person, or multiple people in this case.
▐「 COMPANY 」Ai, Mirin & BroBro xxx▐「 WORDS 」1,292 xxx▐「 OOC 」Is this the Brody harem now? ; u; xxx
The zombie woman could hardly contain her excitement as more and more customers seemed to come by. The company and socializing was something she missed dearly, they were a bunch of drunken idiots in these parts but she had sorely missed their banter during her disappearance. The ghoul smiled coyly at the surfers remark, and Ai's follow up. It seemed she hadn't lost her charm and good looks in death, lucky for her. "Oh please, if I could still manage to blush I'm sure you two would have me red in the cheeks right about now. For a local idiot you sure know how to sweet talk." she remarked playfully as she took another drink, she kept them coming. Pouring another glass for each of them every time they managed to finish what they were working on. Smiling ear to ear as she watched both the male and her new foxy friend Ai drown back her home brew. They seemed to enjoy her creation very much which pleased her to no end. It helped her forget the rundown state of her establishment, just seeing merry customers was enough to soothe her restless soul.
Speaking of customers, a third arrival made herself known shortly after the other two had managed to trudge indoors. The bodacious female seemed rather familiar to Nima although she couldn't quite place them in her memory. Much of the past she used to have stored away was lost during her death, they poked and prodded her brain enough to leave some damage here and there but all and all the good doctor did a fine job repairing her to her former glory. As the new arrival spoke Nima nodded playfully toward her. "I'm glad to know I've kept some of my sex appeal, now I'm just curious as to whether or not my libido still works properly- I haven't had a chance to test any of that sort of thing since my reanimation." she explained, unsure of why she needed to divulge so much information to her current company. As she spoke she tugged at the surprisingly elastic stitches at her neck absentmindedly. Her comment left her scanning the room, she wasn't quite drunk enough to take anyone here to bed just yet. However she was surprisingly willing to sleep with everyone in the room if the mood was right, they were all attractive in their own special way.
The new arrivals commentary on the craftsmanship behind Satan's Den grounded her thoughts, Nima seemed completely overjoyed upon hearing the praise given to her quaint little bar. It had been in the family for a long while, she was fairly certain her scoundrel of a grandfather had opened it up back in the day and much of its current vision was thanks to his brilliant mind. Not that her father and herself hadn't put more than enough elbow grease into keeping the place going, and adding to its charm. "Thanks for the compliment, this place has been in the family for generations and I was beginning to think the only one who appreciated the architecture was me. As for the reopening, we've been out of commission due to the fact that I've been dead rotting in a grave somewhere for a little while. Now we're back in full swing, until I decide to uproot again." she laughed only half joking. As she spoke Nima was already pouring a drink for the newcomer, sliding it across the counter like the rest. She too was stuck with the signature peach moonshine that seemed to be doing the trick for the rest of the current patrons. Satan's Den was something of a hobby for Nima and not a career, the family business was both booze and bounty hunting after all. Her real dream was to somehow manage a bar on a boat, Satan's Den becoming an entire ship and not just a small bar in a shanty town.
Nima gave the small foxkin her undivided attention when she began speaking again. A sly smile crossing her lips as she spoke of dancing, drinking, and sex. It seemed Nima had the wrong idea before, this young lady wasn't the sleeping type and more the sleeping around type. Not that she were judging her, in fact it seemed present company all liked to fool around a fair amount. It made Nima happy to know Ai wasn't exactly the most innocent thing ever, being around pure types always ended up making the ghoulish woman feel uptight. "Traveling with my type could be a little dangerous, I don't speak for everyone here but my line of work can be pretty nasty business. See us mercenaries are like hired muscle, we get paid to take care of other peoples problems- lawfully isn't exactly our way of doing things either, it can be dirty work." Nima explained the mercenary title in a little more detail for Ai seeing as she clearly had little knowledge of numerous occupations when it came to life at sea and port. She also found Ai's comment about loneliness rather intriguing. The mercenary had never really been the type to work well with others before, back when she was living she usually did things by herself although that eventually contributed to her death in the long run. She probably could have used some extra help but she wasn't exactly the loyal friend making type of person she might appear to be.
"I never really got lonely during my time travelling. Hell I think if I had people around me back then they would've just got in my way and I might've cut them down alongside my bounty. Being alone was probably the reason I died in the first place but I'm not really sure if I'd change anything even now. I'm not really the type of person you put trust into, if any of you had high bounties on your pretty little heads I'd probably stab you in the back for that coin in an instant." Nima was blunt and honest, she was definitely strange alright. Openly admitting you'd betray people wasn't exactly something a normal person would be doing. Still it kind of came with the title of mercenary, anybody who knew a mercenary should know that they were bought and that bonds and ties meant very little compared to a purse of coin.
Although none of the current lot looked like trouble to her, she wasn't really concerned with having to betray them because she highly doubted they'd be breaking the law horribly enough to earn a bounty worth turning in. Or at least not in the immediate future, they were certainly safe for now and she was happy to be on good terms with them. "Still the idea of traveling with you certainly sounds enjoyable in theory! If drinking, dancing, and sleeping around is your definition of a good time I'm sure we'd be enjoying all three together at a constant rate!" Nima grinned lewdly, using her tall frame and long legs to bend over the counter and pat the young minkmen on the head, careful to avoid direct contact with her ears. She had run across a few hybrids before and some of them could be particular about where you stroked. However Nima couldn't help herself, she needed to at the very least touch the adorable little lady before she ran off to pursue more dancing, drinking, and sex. Although judging by current company this night could end with a sloppy drunken foursome if it kept going. Not that she was opposed to the idea, in fact it had been awhile since she had experienced something so risque and exciting. Still she tried her best not to get her hopes up.
Shiro no Kitsune
SentryCub
Naomi Tenkou
Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2017 5:34 pm
Hearing that little miss zombie was both receptive to apparently the whole groups flattery and hadn't gotten a chance to try anything out post being alive again was certainly something which would draw the attention of everyone there it seemed. Such a thing definitely perked up Mirin's interest since it could be doubly fun to try it out with a zombie woman when it was kind of like her first time. Such a thing almost assuredly was a rare occurrence. One that she'd be severely disappointed in having missed if she were to miss out on such an occasion. Mmmmm sounds like quite a reanimating possibility. Part of the reason that Mirin had bothered to stick around with the old man and learn his trade was because of all the interesting folks that came looking for a ship these days. It was their intriguing stories and "personalities" that kept her interested enough to not outright go around violating the law. So yeah it seemed like the reopening of this bar was really a fortunate thing for Mirrin based on the crowd it seemed to have attracted today. Apparently birds of a feather flocked to the same watering hole. Perhaps she'd be in for one hell of a wild ride if she stuck around this place long enough. Or just waited for everyone to get drunk enough.
Satan's Den had been in her family for generations? Well since it closed when she died that probably meant she was the youngest of that family and then, well it would mean that many many years ago this undead lady would have been the young girl that skittered on the faintest shimmers of childhood memories of play. What was her name? Something with a.... Her brain tried to search through years of underage drinking and foggy memory for that detail. Though it seemed to largely escape her mind. Perhaps by revealing some information about herself Nima would remember things about whether or not the two of them knew each other. However she felt no desire to reveal such personal information about herself in front of at least two, if not three strangers. Especially when some night time pleasure might be in order. Why spoil it by revealing something that others often found to be weird. Over time perhaps her memories could be jogged by interacting with the undead beauty without such revelations of deep secrets but that remained to be seen. Spinning back around her soft skin brushed against Brody briefly as her arm reached out to catch the sliding drink. Without a second glance Mirin knocked back some of that intoxicating liquid. It literally could of been poison but apparently she had no cares for such potentially dangerous things.
With a satisfied gasp she set the drink down with a smile that could only result from a combined sense of nostalgia and from pleased taste buds. "Well I'm glad you can appreciate it too. So many people think a ship is just a ship or a building merely a building. They ain't, well if made right they're always far more than what they seem." Once she seemed to be finished talking the woman slammed back the rest of the drink before letting out a jovial laugh. Though perhaps she was laughing at Nima's lack of trustfulness rather than from happiness. "I can assure you that I ain't got any bounties on me, the nice thing about Ridus is that when you slug the s**t out of some buster nobody bats an eye. Oh the name's Mirin Kirinzawa by the way so that you can check that just to be sure." Her name wasn't all that special, it might have been a little odd for West Blue sure but it was neither famous nor was it infamous. However to a long lost friend with damaged memory it might have served as a confusing reminder of lost days. The family name of Kirinzawa might have stirred something, but the name Mirin wouldn't match. Mysteries for later though, as present company was probably far more enticing than confusing fragments of damaged minds.
Leaning forward a bit, her breasts were pressed to the counter top as she moved the now empty glass back towards Nima for a refill. With how Brody was chilling if he so chose to look at her bent form he'd probably be able to get a pretty good idea of her a** based on the outline from the body suit. However to the other two it'd probably be pretty obvious as to what he was checking out. But based on how amenable everyone there seemed to be towards more adult pleasures it probably wouldn't even raise any issues. "Ya know you don't speak real highly of mercs but I can't say one of your kind ever skipped a bill with the old man an me at the shipyard. Never really seemed like a bad bunch to me. Most mercs are just trying to make a living like everyone else." Perhaps she was just being kind but that was how Mirin was as a person. When looking at other people she tended to not judge them too harshly and often looked on the positive side. Between that and the alcohol it was no wonder that she was so open to more intimate relationships than a lot of people living in the blues.
Hearing that the furry eared woman was into drinking, dancing, and sleeping around was definitely a big signal to Mirin that the new Satan's Den was already off to a good start. At this rate it was going to become her favorite place in Ridus yet again. "Well it sounds like you an I got pretty similar interests.... um..... guess I missed all your names ha ha ha." Although with how friendly it seemed everyone was it probably wouldn't take very long before she knew all of their names and much more. Hopefully they'd prove to be an interesting gang of drinking buddies and maybe ******** buddies too. Obviously though such a thing as lovely as a foursome with such a mixed group of cuties was dependent on the other three's attitudes since Mirin was pretty much always game.
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Let me know on here or the guild discord if you wanna work out a sub plot about them knowing each other from childhood or something. We can talk about it sometime.
Weatherman, forecast, brainstormin', oh how'd the measurements calculated what they shouldn't have, the grief without proper relief tortured him so. Picture it now, the bronobi had a drop-dead zombie babe, no pun intended, the bro wanted that on record, serving him hooch. The babe, hot as she is, was honest to a fault, but who the ******** gave a s**t, bro. The bohemian respect those who respect and above all else.. Dudette, kept it one-hundred, bro. Who didn't love that s**t? Not to mention the out of town hottie had just extended a most righteous paw of invitations for adventure. Bro. Hurt me, hurt me! Right on the head, who'd thought it, huh? A chance, no, waves like this came once maybe, twice if the force was with a true Hans Brolo. Half-narrowed teal eyes then opened marginally wider and Brody gasped aloud. “Ouuu, babe, d-don't do that.. These are shark infested waters..!” he swooned longingly right in the brazen babes countenance. Cue flirtatious grin here, the bohemian's maw left nothing short to be questioned of what he was. Part shark, and all man.
There'd been a such thing, actually, not really but if the babe brushed up on him again.. Bro, he'd be ripping through her waves faster then sailfish, “Jaws ain't got s**t on this bro, babe..” The boisterous bohemian then engaged in a very cheerful bout of laughter. Thereupon he'd hook his eyebrow and instructively his bodied rear itself till he could see her generosity. Apparently, coming to grasp that she'd taken him there would sum up him now bursting out laughing. A very profound realization and a very humorous one, too. Laughter eventually dwindled to a light chuckle and, pretending to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye, Brody then grinned expectantly at the brazen babe, Mirin. Satisfaction guaranteed, “Radical to meet you, babe.. I'm like, majorly diggin' the vibe'ere.” those eyes of his scanned over each of them carefully, “Th' name's William B. Waverly, but leave the first name out—” a moment passed, and then another, “Seriously, dudette's act like you don't even know it. Brody's what they call me. That's what the B' stands for.” right about now Brody's countenance was deadpan. Stoic then a ********. The bohemian just stood there comedic silence, vision hopping from babe to babe quietly.
In his own thoughts he was planning his next move...in reality, it was just awkward. Brody immediately dropped his elbow on the bar and hugged it closer, “Either way, this bro's down for the cause. Like, ain't s**t left here besides waves for a bro like myself.” the raven-haired surfer said. Individually they'd been unique in their own way, Brody could dig that, but they'd invent a interesting flavor together. Whereupon the matter of his mulling on their collective potential, Brody's fingers lifted his glass up and set it down in front of him. Turning about and offering a semi-serious flirtatious glare to the bartender, the raven haired bohemian let the silence grow for a moment. It was no surprise to see the surfer bring the rim of his glass up to kiss, again. The taste more savory then his last glass, “It'd be rad, babe, c'mon. You could bring this hooch along and get slammed on the open waters with us, day in and out.” Funny how that was, persuading this beautiful bartender wasn't really on Brody's aim, sorta kinda, actually it was, but don't let her know that. Thus, after a moment or two of glaring, the bronobi took the remainder to the head and set it noiselessly atop the counter for the bartender to see. “They say you only live once, babe, you've proven that wrong.” Brody stated plainly, his gaze already shifting elsewhere as he maintained the uninterested facade.
Mercenaries, the name would be a title given to those who sought out hunting down bounties throughout the seas. It was a scum job, though, Cassius did almost kill one of his fellow marines, just because he felt like it. So, He wasn't exactly in a place to judge someone else's motives. His current mission would bring him to Ridus Village, which in itself seemed like a fateful moment, to be brought back to a place in which he had been before. He pulled out his mission statement, reading over his intended goal
Mercenary Investigation Due to an increasing number of Marines going missing in Ridus Village, North Blue, we are beginning to suspect foul play in the hands of the Mercenaries located there, various scout groups have been sent before, with no luck. As this matter continues to be a problem and chances of success are slim, our higher ranks are too busy for such a matter, so we have handed it to you Choreboy. Make us proud, and find the reason for these disappearances!
Cassius folded up the Mission Statement, it was so annoying to be dealt with in this manner, they should respect his strength and promote him already, it was ridiculous to be barked at, like he was some frail cat hiding in a tree. His boat reached the island, and he stepped out onto the docks, boots making a low bass bump as he strolled towards the inner workings of the town. The town was dark, quiet, and everyone seemed to glare at the Tall Fishman, it was probably the fact he wore blue and white, obvious signs he could be a marine. But at the same time, he did look like a pirate as well. Though, given it some thought, all the attire people wore wasn't so different after all, right? That was a thought for another time, he was on a mission.
Cassius took his time, visiting multiple different bars in the area, and being kicked out of many bars, that weren't bars at all, but in fact hideouts for mercenary groups. He stood to his feet and dusted off his shirt, he couldn't find a trace of any disappearing Marines for sure, it seemed to just be an old wives tale, a rumor spread too far, maybe even high enough for the marines to believe it was true. As he dusted himself off, Cassius felt off, his smaller coin pouch was missing! He looked around to catch the glimpse of a man running away from him, most likely with his money. He took off, darting after the man who stole his change, dodging through crowds of people was really hard for a man of his size, but he was going to catch the thief. At least, that would have been the case, until the thief ducked down a dark alley, the foul smell filling the air, but it was a smell all too familiar to Cassius, it didn't bother him one bit.
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The Sea Goddess be damned, he was brought back to this place once more. Cassius could feel it, that sense that something had changed. Satan's Den, last he had checked, was beat up, and inactive. But it seemed, as he closed the distance between himself and the door, that there was some commotion inside. Whether or not the commotion was friendly, had yet to be seen. He approached the door, placing his left palm on it and swinging it open. As always, the door frame had been to low, and he had to duck under to walk in. Cassius' eyes would adjust fast, taking in the scenery of this bar another time. Though it wasn't how he left it last, everything was repaired, at least, in a hasty fashion, and there were people here, who were still breathing, for the most part. He stepped in, and closed the door behind him, walking up the familiar path, he bumped into a table and stopped, looking down at it quietly, he took one step back, examining the table, then grasping the edges, lifting it a few inches from the ground, and moving it back two and a half feet. He stepped back to the door, pretending to enter the bar once more, this time, easily walking passed the table towards the bar. From an outside perspective, he seemed insane maybe? But in fact, he had been to this bar many times during its thriving times, and he'd never bumped into the table before, he was just helping to correctly arrange the place to its former glory.
As he made his way to the bar, his eyes shifted over the rabble that would find themselves enjoying a drink. Surfboard, most likely the gentleman's, his most recent usage of wording was enough to imply his type already, no interest. Pointy ears, some kind of animal or mink? He wasn't sure the type, but from first glances he would only assume it was cat of some kind, he wasn't a professional on types of animals. There was another woman, who was of no interest, PERIOD. Then finally, he shifted his attention to the bartender, he stopped his pacing across the floor, and stared for longer than he should have. He hadn't seen her in so very long, name name, she had a name, Cassius was bad at this sort of thing. Did he just call her Bartender all these years? No, she had to have a name. Hell, maybe it wasn't important, maybe she wouldn't remember him.
He moved to the far end of the bar, away from the rabble, and took a seat, tapping on the bar a few time to catch the attention of the 'Tender "Something light, please." he asked for a light drink, his body didn't hold up to alcohol like it used to, something too strong, and he'd be gone. In a fine place like this, he'd hate to wreck it again. Cassius sitting was always a funny sight, the man stood at 7 feet, 4 inches, and was a muscle bound threat to most who came his way. So seeing a man like that, sit and shrink to around 5 feet, 10 inches, was like looking at an over puffed marshmallow, or an overstretched image.
Ai would continue her short span of drinks, knocking each back with some form of grace, though it started to slack as her mind started to whirl left and right, her coherency remained the same, but her body was having trouble listening at some point. Taking a careful seat on the stool she would keep a lazy smile on her face as she enjoyed the pleasant burn in her stomach and body, each muscle seemed to relax as she would feel the liquor practically coursing through her system. The imminent thought of that turning into sugar blasted energy was rather inticing, but right now it felt like she had been sitting in hot water for a little bit and it made her nice and calm. As Nima would be pleased by the compliments being tossed her way she would feel ecstatic that the zombie woman appreciated them, it was a nice thing to hear that Nima rather liked the two of them and the supposed sweet talk. Amber eyes were warm with affection as she would let a half smile crawl on her features, small fangs were apparent in her petie mouth as she would nod happily, "Nima is just pretty." she'd state like it was a straight fact that no one could argue with the wolf girl. The new arrival would make short work of making Nima happier as the woman would seem playful about the whole comment parade, she'd look curious when Nima explained that she didn't know if her libido still worked and that she had yet to have the chance to test it. It took about three seconds for Ai to bite her tongue in an attempt to ask to test it out, she'd take that as her sign that she shouldn't go that far...yet. Feeling small bits of blood well up in her mouth but easily subside as the burning sensation intensified due to the liqour in her mouth, she'd mutter some form of curse under her breath for messing up so badly. Such a good chance to invite for a fun time and she messed it up, but that must mean it was either her not supposed to do so, or it was someone elses job to initiate. As graced by the almighty god Jamigesu she figured it was something she'd have to wait upon, a simplistic sign she supposed. Ai would easily down another glass of the continued drinks easily engourging herself on the simple drink that tasted so sweet to her, really they didn't have drinks like this back in her home. They were lucky if they got really strong stuff from some of the traders that went off the island to collect rare wares, she wasn't particularly close to them considering she loved the confines on her pack, so it was a large reason she probably knew so little.
Ai was quiet as the new lady and Nima conversed, she wouldn't find much interest in the talk since she wasn't much of a materialistic person, she didn't hold much value for things around her or things she personally owned. Luckily money was something she figured out the value of quickly, what many were okay with doing in order to get their hands on it, even if it meant hurting someone else. As she thought about it she wondered how people were okay with hurting others in order to get their hands on lots of it, ideas of attacking a family or a single person and terrifying them didn't sit well with her. Amber eyes became half lidded in her thoughts clearly having spaced out during the small talk between Nima and the strong looking lady. Ears were half back as she was feeling on the mildly melancholic side from her current train of thought, it would be awful to be people that hurt others, but she didn't want to be super good either because that came with it's own set of problems. People depending on you or suddenly becoming responsible for the life of another and what they did, the idea of being the reason someone got away or someone got hurt wasn't exactly a nice thought to have on her mind in general. Teasing the rim of an empty glass with her finger, tilting it easily and catching it with the blunt dark nails on her hand before pushing it back up into proper sitting position. The need to just travel was still in her mind, she wanted to do it with fun people that didn't care to be right or wrong, just want to have fun and explore. Maybe making money on the side or helping fufill each others dreams, what more could Ai want in that type of dream? At the mention of a name Ai would look up and smile at Mirin confirming she'd heard the woman's name and before she could reply she'd hear a brief mentions from the surfer about shark infested waters, "Why would I be scared of a shark?" she wondered mildly with a look of question before smiling, "They may have more teeth but I got better bites." she'd state as she touched the sharp points of her teeth. When he went to mention that "Jaws" didn't have s**t on him she'd smirk, "Is that so?" she felt like some form of challenge had been laid out to her unintentionally.
At William...Brody's introduction she'd finally open her mouth up, "Ai Zhen! From a minkman tribe. I don't mind which name you call me by!" she'd state with a hearty smile that would turn into a straight faced look of interest when Nima spoke up. Listening to her quietly as she would explain what a mercenary was, eyes widened in keen awe at the mentions of taking care of people's problems but they weren't always law abiding. Ai's ears remained perked up as she would look more intrigued about the whole thing, "So they are just normal independent workers then? That doesn't seem like a bad thing at all." she'd state with a nod looking more approving of Nima's profession of choice. The continuation made Ai look wonderfully confused, "I don't expect trust in return, but I do expect comapny...I mean it would really suck if you killed me, but I don't think I'd get in the way of anything...I think...." she'd murmur trying to allocate her train of thought, "I still want to travel with you, even if it's a risk. I'll just do my best not to be a nuisance!" she'd laugh lightly, maybe it was the liqour making her not taking what the woman said in all seriousness, but honestly Ai was a light hearted brat that had her own sense of naivety that set her apart from others. You couldn't predict the future, so it was better to live in the present as they currently did now. As Nima would seem to mention she wouldn't mind travelling with her she'd smile brightly and soon feel a hand on top of her head, ears would bend down to point out she'd look pleased, "I hope it will always be a good time if that's the case, I mean who would turn down that kind of fun?" she missed the cue on the lewdness, probably because of her own childish excitement over the possibility of someone travelling with her, then Mirin spoke up mentioning that she didn't have much of a problem with mercenarys, they seemed to be hardworking people to that woman as well so that made things even easier, it seemed Mirin didn't have problems with mercenarys at all. Though the mention of shipyard intrigued her though the final thing the woman said immediately made her smile, similar interest meant that she might come along too....right? Ai would try to sober up a little as she would let her thoughts stroll about wondering if she should invite them out on such a fun journey...they would surely never be bored right? Brody's mentions of the same thing and wanting to jump on board with the whole thing and even encouraging them to go with made her smile.
"Ne..." she would attempt to call attention to herself but then another customer wandered in, amber eyes were immediately fascinated by the new creatrue, large...shark....bulky. She stared in awe at the man shark who had apparent trouble sitting down without looking somewhat funny, but she stifled any laughter as she waited patiently for Nima to serve him, "Ne, Mister, if you want to join us we'd totally enjoy more company?" she called loftily before she'd turn her attention back to their group, "Speaking of which....should we do that? Travel together? I mean everyone seems like they wouldn't have a problem and it does sound like a lot of fun...?" she somehow felt a bit of tension rising up in herself, maybe a little self doubt at possibly misinterpreting everyone's wishes, she'd feel sad if any of them rejected such a notion, but maybe they'd all accept? It did seem like a lot of fun, travelling with all of them considering they all shared the same interests. Have fun. Live. Be merry. It didn't seem like a bad notion to live by at all.
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