Fat Boy Kyle

Plague of the North

NOOOOOOOO Kyle you just broke half of my post with yours >< need to re write a lot now ><

@rivaan

Plague of the North

"So? What are your initial thoughts and opinions?" whispered Buxton, her shadowy eyes darting about the place to ensure they weren't being watched. This was a conversation that they would not tolerate anyone else listening to, and they were both prepared to spill blood were it necessary.

Chester too looked around as he walked beside his leader, a horse's reign is in his right hand. The two of them spoke as they led the horses from the stable to the pitching posts outside the inn. “There are a few that I'm sceptical of.” he let his thoughts conjure for a moment before continuing, “I overheard Drusus and Karen speaking in soft voices in her room last night. I did not interrupt as I did not want them to know that I was aware. I think we should keep our eyes on them to see if they are up to anything together.”

“Are you sure you’re not just jealous?” she jibed with a smile. When Chester shot her a cold glance back in response her demeanour turned serious once more. “OK, let’s make sure they aren’t given the opportunity to be alone for a while. If they have things to say to each other, they’ll have to say it in front of us.” In truth the Consano not only had the objective of finding the source of the Plague, but to find out who was interested in it and why. And what better way to find out who was interested by allowing others to join their little journey? They knew that there had to be people that knew more about the plague, and that whatever the source was, it was likely something that those that craved power would try to obtain and abuse.

“I also have my doubts about Sarah. She is Dawnish and believer in the Church of Light. Moreover she clearly has secrets and would not disclose her reasons and motivations for joining.” Chester kept a stony impression, not wanting to show any emotions; he knew that Katrina would wonder if his doubts were personal, so he did he best to seem objective.

“She doesn’t strike me as a threat… but looks can be deceiving.” Katrina muttered. She went to utter more words but they escaped her as her gaze caught sight of a dead pigeon beside a wall. Its grey feathers were messy and covered in blood, an arrow lodged in its side. No sooner did she lay eyes on it however did she loose interest and turn back to the conversation. “What about Orwen? Do you think we can really trust that shit-breathed snake?” she asked almost rhetorically.

“Actually I do.” he replied, much to Buxton’s jaw gaping surprise. “His intentions are clear, and if anything he seems too honest – too willing to voice his thoughts. He stands much to gain from helping us, whereas he stands to lose much if we are unsuccessful. If Vasili falls then he loses his property, his slaves, his links, and his clients. We’ve commandeered many of his ships, and those which we haven’t won’t be able to get passed the Dawnish blockade, so he can’t even ship everything off to safety.”

“Humph. Well it’s nice to know that we’re putting our lives on the line to protect his slave trade. Did you speak to anyone else?”

“I spoke to Mathis, another Sunshine. He says he’s an explorer of the North and to be honest I don’t find him too threatening, but still worth keeping an eye on of course. We also had another gentleman come in this morning…” Chester tried to think of how to articulate his opinions of the ancient man he’d met shortly before, the mix of spices and old people still lingering in his nose. “I don’t think we should accept him.”

“Oh? You don’t trust him? Who is he?” she inquired, suddenly concerned. If a recruit couldn’t be trusted to join them, then they couldn’t be trusted to wonder freely either. Though it was not known beyond the Knights Table, any recruit was faced with two paths: join or die. They had already killed three, two of which had decided a suicide mission wasn’t for them and a third who they deemed too high a risk.

“No, it’s just that he’s incredibly old. He claims to be Shikoba Athanasi, a tribal legend said to inhabit the mountains in the Northern Spine. He’d be ancient now, so I suppose our recruit does match the profile there. But even if he is the very same man said to have trained Cain and others, I can’t see how much he could for us now… save for holding us up.” he was very matter-of-fact about the situation, and knew that if most had been in his position that they probably would have shown less respect and laughed the old man away.

“He must be fairly versatile to have made it this far, if he’s telling the truth of course.” she retorted with a shrug, “I say let him come along. At worst he falls behind, gets left behind and is picked off. At best he turns out to be more capable than we thought. If he’s come from the Northern part of the Spine then he probably knows the land better than any of us do, and will probably get along better with the locals.”

It was hard for Chester to disagree with her logic, as much as he wanted to, and there wasn’t enough grounds for him to disobey her. “As you wish. And your opinions?” he asked as they reached the hitching posts. These were the last two horses to be added to the large herd scattered on the street in front of the inn. No doubt the moving of the animals caused enough noise to wake a few locals, regardless of how quiet Buxton and Chester tried to be. Worse still, if any locals nearby did wake up then they were likely to be greeted with the nice ripe fragrance of horse shit. The horses had been well fed in preparation for the journey and the road was clearly now paying for it.

Not too fazed by the excrement Buxton indulged her colleague with her thoughts on the team. “Can’t say I’m too impressed with your lads, but Walter Finn seems capable enough and they’ve behaved fairly well – if you trust them then so will I. I spoke to Gewain after leaving Orwen’s room, and he seemed genuine enough. Not a lot of combat experience by the sounds of it, but I’m sure some of the men will appreciate a priest tagging along. I spoke to Zacharias too, and again he seems fairly genuine. He was a Dawnish soldier so he can fight. They both claim to simply wanting to help fight this scourge.”

“And you believe them?” queried Chester with a perplexed frown, slightly taken back by what he took was naiveness.

Buxton smirked and shook her head, “Assume nothing. Believe nothing. Challenge everything. But until they give me reason otherwise I’m going to give them the benefit of the doubt, or at least pretend to.”

Plague of the North

One last chance to do a night post. We'll be moving forward in the next 24 hours then this RP should quickly gain momentum!

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

I'm not going on Holiday, but I wish I was. Is it OK to spend two weeks pretending to be away so I don't feel left out?

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And let me tell you from personal experience: resorting to eating lego when your money runs out is not a good idea. You thought it hurt to step on Lego? Try passing one of them.

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All work and no play makes Kyle a very irritable boy. Why must adulthood be so hard? Never grow up guys, it's a trap!

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

Unfortunately @Fairess backed out from the RP.

I'll move us along in a few days. After that I'll reopen the Interest Check to see if we can garner any more attention. Though, I will admit, this party size isn't so bad.

Let me know what you guys think about the amount of characters we have in the RP? If everyone feels comfortable with it, I may very well just keep it like this. I also wouldn't mind bringing in a few fresh faces. Perhaps after landing in Morocco.

@The New Yorker

I think that even when you have a decent party size, it can be nice to inject a trickle of new blood every now and then. How many people are actually still in atm?

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Random note, does this picture not look a lot like Lady Buxton? @Fat Boy Kyle

Lady Buxton'esqu Painting

@Denalz

Missing a leather jacket and has softer features, but otherwise yes - that really does. Good find!

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On a not so good note, I'm having some family issues atm and coupled with this new job, I'm not really in the right mind frame to do any writing atm. Hopefully this won't last and I'll be back to normal in a day or two. Really sorry guys.

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Good news everyone! I might have just gotten myself a job! If I have that'll actually mean I have more spare time (which I know shouldn't make sense).

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Lady Buxton and Zacharias

Even with the rickety wooden shutters squeezed shut, moonlight somehow crept into barren room. It was just what Zacharias imagined a Vasili inn would look like: Dingy, dirty, absolutely dismal. Still, he thought, at least I'm warm. That he was, though it came at the cost of a bit of dignity, as he was wrapped up in several layers of blankets. His arms, however, were free, and he made certain that they were stylishly spread apart. Zacharias slightly wiggled his toes, wondering how many he'd still have by the time his journeys in that frozen wasteland up north had come to an end.

At least he had a clear view of the door. Zacharias was absolutely convinced that he must make a good impression when the inspector entered, and that meant looking entirely relaxed. Looking confident was half the battle. If you can make a person believe something, it may as well exist. Assumptions are tricky things, like that. He hadn't made any attempt to disguise his Dawnish accent. His origin was, ultimately, something that would eventually come out, and he'd rather it be known from the get-go than be surrounded by some very irate people in a frigid wasteland.

Suddenly, Zacharias was snapped out of his reverie. The sounds of hushed conversation... And the opening of a door? He hastily threw a couple blankets off of him, and stretched his legs out, resting them on a chest he had dragged out in front of the chair he was lounging on. If whoever found him was going to get an impression of him, he was damn convinced that it'd be one of readiness.

Though still in a mood after her encounter with Orwen, Lady Buxton was feeling much better about things since interviewing Gawain. The man was… interesting, to say the least, but he had also turned out to be very nearly the exact opposite of the Consano’s ill-received benefactor in most ways, and that was precisely what she’d needed in order to calm herself down. Her interview with the agnostic priest was concluded though, and there were still plenty more potential recruits for her to interview before the night was done.

Unlike Sir Chester had done only moments before, Lady Buxton did not choose her next candidate entirely at random. Instead she simply moved to the next door down. Like her second in command, however, she really had no idea who would be on the other side of that door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Zacharias' head jerked up once again. Not a particularly quiet knock. Good thing I had to sense to stay awake for this. Mental patting on the back done, Zacharias got to thinking. He wasn't entirely sure if the knock was meant to be a friendly warning, or an actual query as to whether or not the knocker could come in. Well, it didn't matter, did it? Zacharias lazily called out to whoever was on the other side of the door.

"Yes, yes, feel free to come in. I'm decent, you won't have to control yourself.

Just to be safe, Zacharias tossed another blanket off, and as the door creaked open, he made sure to be stretching as luxuriously as possible.

On the other side of the door, Katrina’s head jerked back slightly at Zacharias’ response to her knocking. I’m decent, you won’t have to control yourself? Control herself from what?

She thought she recognized the voice of the blonde sunshine that the assassin woman had surprised at the inn’s front door earlier that evening; either the man had a very dry sense of humor or a very large ego. Remembering what she’d seen of the man’s personality from earlier, the Lady Buxton certainly knew which side of that bet her money lay on. She mentally shrugged and suppressed a wry smile as she cautiously pushed open the door to Zacharias’ room and stuck her head in.

“Hello…”, she began as her eyes adjusted to the room’s dim interior. After a moment, she was able to make out the man sitting in the tiny room’s only chair, stretching himself as if he hadn’t a care in the world. A finely-shaped eyebrow arched itself bemusedly upon Katrina’s brow as she took in the sight of the blonde man before her, draped in his blankets – with still more of them bunched up on the floor around him – as he stretched and yawned like someone entirely indifferent to her presence. (Had the man raided every other room in the inn for its blankets, she wondered? He certainly had enough of them.)

“…I’m not disturbing you, am I?” Lady Buxton asked Zacharias, her tone somewhere between humor and annoyanc

"Hello..." The Lady began. Zacharias returned her greeting with an amicable two-fingered wave. No need to be rude, even if she had slighted him earlier. He knew that sometimes he could come across as a tad prideful, but there were some people that you couldn't dismiss for their actions. That is, until you worked your way up to be their equal. Gently shaking his head, Zacharias stopped thinking about the abstract, and focused on the particulars. Lady Buxton's particulars, in fact. His eyes, usually narrowed in laughter or suspicion, openly scrutinized her expression as the lady grew used to the gloom. He shifted slightly in his chair, comfortable due to his own small frame, and rested his chin upon his fist. At least he seemed to be generating some kind of response from the good lady.

"...I'm not disturbing you, am I?" She seemed unsure if she was to be irritated by his presence or amused. Might as well convince her while she's still confused.

"Disturb? Perish the thought! I was just relaxing for a spell. Doesn't hurt to sleep with one eye open, eh?" Zacharias tapped his temple, as if this was some sort of ancient wisdom that he was parting with. Really, most nights Zacharias slept like a log, but you know what they say about first impressions. Playing the wise, yet devastatingly attractive, soldier wouldn't hurt.

“Consider the thought duly slain and laid to rest, then”, Lady Buxton replied dryly, stifling another wry smile in response to the blonde man’s over-the-top mannerisms. Thus far, everything about Zacharias’ manner had spoken of an attitude that was… well she wasn’t sure what it was, honestly, but it did not seem to be an attitude that the man knew how to turn off.

Zacharias, for his part, merely grinned a shit-eating grin and said, “How can I help you, m’lady?”

Katrina was beginning to wonder how productive this was going to be. She was going to need honest, straightforward answers from all of the potential recruits and she was none too sure that this strange Dawnish man would be able to provide her any. Still, he had shown up in the first place, which was more than she could say for the hundreds of other perfectly able-bodied men who’d passed the Consano’s recruitment sign by without a second glance, and he’d also put up with a certain amount of personal abuse when he'd first arrived without giving up or leaving, so Lady Buxton figured she at least owed him a chance to prove himself worthy of their expedition.

So she squared her shoulders, stepped decisively into the room, and favored Zazharias with a polite – but not too polite – smile. “I’m here to speak with you about your possible recruitment into the Consano”, Katrina answered him, and said, “Tell me, if you would, why do you wish to join our mission?”

Zacharias sucked in a breath. This was it. The make-it-or-break-it moment. The precipice between lies and truth, his last chance to give someone an honest version of his life's sto-

"I was a pirate, you know."
Or he could run his stupid mouth and lie right away. Inwardly, Zacharias sighed, but kept up the facade of sober truth.
"Only for a few years, but I made enough mistakes to last... A lifetime."
He ran a hand through his hair, resisting the urge to clench his fists. Deep, natural breaths.
"I'm certain you've noticed the accent. Charming, I know, but ultimately detrimental to my time here. The fact is, I want to prove that I am not going to disguise my origins, to anybody."
Smooth. Zacharias finally met Lady Buxton's gaze, and leaned forward.
"What I want to get out of the Consano is redemption."

Great, Buxton thought, Dawnish and a former pirate. Just what she was looking for! Unlike many she cared little about nationality, with most of her father's side of the family scattered across the known world. A pirate though? From all she knew a pirate was just a bandit of the sea... and she didn't like bandits.

“Well, that is…”, she began, trying to sound genuine, “…an admirable goal. Your forthrightness is appreciated as well.”

She eyed him, trying to think, and said “The name you gave downstairs was ‘Zacharias Hellacious’, wasn’t it?”

The former pirate seated before her simply nodded in affirmation, and Katrina nodded back, thinking.

Prior to the outbreak Lady Buxton would have scoffed at the idea of recruiting a pirate into her ranks, yet now that they were only a short night’s sleep away from departure and the official beginning of their mission she was finding herself willing to take what she could get. So the Lady put away her biases and determined to continue with the interview. She did wonder, however, how useful a pirate would be in their endeavor. 'Surely another fighter if nothing else' she thought.

“What skills does a pirate have to offer us, I wonder? We aren’t like to spend much time on any boats, you know?” Though her question was challenging, Buxton’s relaxed tone made it clear she was just looking for information from the man.

Zacharias allowed himself a small smile, and clutched at his chest. His flair for the dramatic never disappeared for long.

"What skills can I offer? Please! What don't I have to offer?"
Zacharias began to list off skills, counting on his fingers as he went.

"I'm excellent in a scrap, have the utmost knowledge of how to work in crowded and miserable conditions, can speak in three languages and swear in seven, I have a great talent for rigging and knots, know several ways to talk down a person in a desperate situation, and perhaps best of all, I can cook a mean bass."

Most of it was bluffing. Not the bass, that was a family recipe, and the only thing that he could happily associate with home.

Evidently done, Zacharias straightened a bit more in his chair, once again meeting the Lady in the eyes. He had to dominate the conversation, now, to drive his point home.

"Listen, I realize that I may not be the 'ideal' member of the Consano, but really, who is? Surely defending our homes and loved ones from gibbering monstrosities is a banner that people from all walks of life can unite under? If it makes you feel better, I did give up the criminal life even before I had the inkling to join up with your lot."

"Defending our homes and loved ones" - those were the words that struck a cord with Katrina. Before her was a man whose home was across the sea, in a country that was at war with hers, but this plague would soon threaten Dawn as much as it currently threatened Vasili. This really was a enemy to all, and the Consano would be foolish to turn away anyone. "I certainly hope so." she remarked, "Tell me then, what do you know about this plague? Have you seen it first hand or heard anything that might prove useful?"

As Zacharias seemed to ponder over his answer, Katrina let her eyes scan around the room. She took in every little detail, from the heap of foisty smelling blankets beside him, to the dwindling candles on the bedside table, to the buckler and rapier beside his bed. He seemed to be travelling light, as were most, which meant there were few inferences that she could make. She would have to judge him on words and actions alone (which wasn't necessarily a bad thing).

Zacharias paused, tilting his head to one side as he wracked his brains for information.

“I'll admit, I don't know much. Only that the infected are incredibly difficult to kill.”
A wry smile scrawled its way across his face.

“On the bright side, at least I haven't been scared off yet.”
He leaned forward, voice dropping to a faux conspiratorial whisper.

“To be honest, I might not have thought this entirely through.”
The smile became a grin, and Zacharias let slip a self-conscious chuckle.

“What do you know, then, m'lady?”

Katrina looked to the floor and gave a small smirk, although not a particularly offensive or rude one, in response to his question. She took a few small steps back on the creeky old floorboards and opened the door, spinning lightly on heels as she did so. "Not enough..." she finally replied before leaving, closing the door behind her.

CREDITS

Centimane, RIengo and (not so much) Fat Boy Kyle