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It has been one week since IC posting. I'll be pushing for a post from myself tomorrow and to push forward all other groups. I know this is a busy time for everyone, so no rush. No, this is not dead. Dedication and resurgence will keep it alive. I intend on working on something tomorrow. As an update, there is a local festival being held this weekend. I'm being paid 1.5x pay to work as floor control during it, as normally those are my days off. In addition to that, another 1.5x for 6 hours of overtime. That's completely irrelevant information; I just like to point out wage multipliers. :DDDDDD Anyway, yes, that eats into my time with you guys. Anyway, this week might be slow, so my suggestion is everyone relax a little, work with your partners, get your schedules all cleared, etc. As long as you're communicating with eachother in PM's or on the side somehow, all is good. :D
Shouta is a man of definite and clear priorities.
"Yeah, yeah," Shouta replied to Runali with a definite slur in his voice. Not just slurred, but nonchalant. It was as if he had no care for her in the world. Somewhat rude, but a common trait among both young pride and veteran wisedom, albeit for varying reasons. It was hard to tell with this guy; he wasn't terribly old but he was far from her age. He appeared in his early thirties, maybe late twenties if the sea was just rough. "It's Shouta," he added before standing up, "youse can wait a moment."


Shouta walked up to the stage and began climbing onto it, mumbling, 'this'n's my favorite'. The front of the stage had a bucket full of gold coins. A high value for what was normally meant for tips. A more veteran drinker, like Luro, might be able to deduce that Shouta had been intentionally purchasing the songs for the evening, paying for them through tips. The song had already started and the band playing were waiting for the now obviously and more so moderately drunk Shouta to climb on stage. It wasn't clear if they were just open to the idea of a customer singing with them or if they didn't give a damn due to the gold he paid, but in either case, they were utterly willing to let him join in. Some taverns were a bit strict with their performers, as fights could lead to damaged equipment, while others encouraged whatever antics brought in customers. New place, new rules - it was hard to tell.

♫ Is it... whiskey or wine, for which we dine!

♪ Drink up, me earties. Yo ho!

Or be it rum for a bum on the streets of the night!

♪ Drink up, me earties, Yo ho!"

Or a swig for a sailor on a cold lonely night!

♪ What drink be in his mug?

Spiced ale, maybe rum, or be he a man, a hard liquor straight to gut!
Do you drink from the bottle or a boot like mutt?

♪ Doesn't matter if you're here an' can paaaaaay! ♫


Although Shouta obviously knew the words and sung under the actual singer, his slurred tone somewhat botched the song. At the same time, that botched tone is what made this drinking song the type of song you would expect from a tavern.There was a brief pause in the song to which Shouta took the time to yell out, "A drink for anyone who'll get'is ass up on stage and knows teh song wit' me!" Irrelevant of if anyone listened, and the band did slightly draw out the pause to allow anyone whom wanted to join, the song wasn't going to stop if no one else wanted to join. Just stall if they were bold enough to sing, or attempt to, in front of the crowd.

♫ Pick up the bottle and drink it all down!
Then pour you and yer mates a whole 'nother round!

♪ Drink up, my friends down below!

Yo ho! Yo ho! Is that a tavern wench I see?

Yo ho! Yo ho! We've all been too long at sea!

Hold your drinks up high, then slam them straight down!
It ain't a good night if it on the morrow we can recaaaaaaaall!

So...

Drink for your father, your mother, your sister your brother
Hell just drink one for each 'an them all!

We drink for those we still have, those we will lose an' those we have lost!
We drink on the hot summer nights and in the cold, frigid frost!

We're men of all ale and brew!
We drink for our captains, our ships and all of crew!
A tavern is lucky if its not dry when we're through!

♪ Drink up, me earties. Yo ho!

So, I'll ask again! Is it whiskey or wine for which we dine?
An' if we done' dine at all:
Pick yer poison ye curr! Ale, rum, gin or be it clear?
Drink 'til ya can't see at all or ya see like a seer!

Let's all drink together, so we don' drink alone!
Ne'er a sailor on the seas left all on his own!

♪ Drink up me earties. Yo ho!

Drink up, damn I said; we'll drink 'til we're dead:
There's no better way to go!

♪ Drink up me earties. Yo ho!♫
Claptrap so broke. So broke.
Working on things. Just got off work. Festival coming up.
I'm He's only a murderer.
Protip: If you drink with Shouta, there's a 85% chance you won't get hurt. 10% chance of getting a badass scar, tho.
New Bitching

Prisk's siggy. I wanted to post relevant material, but it was just distracting enough to bring that effort to an end.

. . .


In retrospect, not really gonna bitch about it.
"An' so e'haaanged..."


It wasn't a merry song that played when they entered the tavern. Far from it, in fact. T'was the Ballad of Ivan Williams, a slightly less-common but still well-known tavern song reciting the ill-fortune of a man named Ivan Williams. To anyone that knows the history of the tune, Ivan Williams wasn't a pirate at all. He was shanghai'd and forced to row oars on a smaller ship. He was a tiler before that, so he knew nothing of the open sea. The song has plenty of variations and verses explaining why he took to the sea, and in some he even becomes a pirate, but for the most part Ivan is a sailor of misfortune that is ultimately framed for the crimes of another pirate wanting to escape his life on the seas with his treasure. It was an odd song to play in an tavern trying to be merry, and it made the atmosphere lousy for drinking and being rowdy, but that sure as Hell didn't stop people from trying.


"...From an Ivan rope...
...thick of hemp...
...but held no hope...

...So drink, me 'earties,..
For Sir Ivan the Bold!

Youse see:

He hung for our sins...
...and gave us the gold!

Put a'round on'm, old Ivan of the sea...
For the beggars an' sailors, an' even the thieves...
For tomorrow we sail, black flags up high!
A scoundrel's life, we know
For williams, you see, we're pii-iiigh.. rates!
The lowest of the lowww...."


While this less-than-merry tune was playing, Shouta was sitting in front of the stage with two large whiskey bottles beside him, and a tall glass full of ice that he refilled when he finished his drink. Shouta wasn't exactly happy about slaughtering half a crew or making a scene; he was even well-aware that there was a chance several people would be after him tonight, for whatever reason. Revenge. Irritation. Or, maybe someone knowing his reputation. In any case, he wanted to be drunk if he was going to meet more people, and he was doing a fine job of it. Singing off key with the otherwise-talented bards of the tavern, Shouta wasn't causing as much of a distraction as much as he was just acting like your regular tavern drunk. There was a significant chance no one in the tavern even knew what he did or what he just announced not terribly long beforehand. For all intents and purposes, Shouta blended right in with a room full of drunks.
So, I just started watching the fourth season of Legend of Korra. The character of Kuvira will highly resemble an upcoming character, ex the metalbending. The character in mind was created, or at least conceptualized, far before I came into knowledge about this specific plot arc.
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