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From Dust to Waters (Open)
« on: September 09, 2014, 08:27:23 PM »
"What do yah mean I lose?!?" A voice screamed. The voice was coming from a burly man sitting in the corner of a dark shabby tavern, where the wenches were free and roaming and the scoundrels that drank there bobbed around in drunken bliss. A few of the patrons looked over as the man screamed but it didn't faze them much as these typs of things were common among the folks that worked and drank in the tavern.

Across the table from the burly man was another sitting as well. That man was completed covered in a black cloak with a hood so even his face was shrouded in mystery. His arms were crossed and in front of him was a deck of cards and a royal flush. "The rules were simple, I said I could draw a royal flush as my first hand, and if so you would pay me 2 crowns so pay up," His voice was calm in clear contrast to the anger in the other man's face and tone.

"No you cheated!" The man tossed aside the table and pulled out a saber at his side and pointed it at the hooded man who was still sitting down, "I'll kill you!"

He raised a single hand and point up a single finger as he wagged it back in forth in parallel with his head, "Tsk tsk tsk, now don't be so crass you wouldn't want to do anything you would regret." The other angry man just tilted his head and growled again.

"Brute, it didn't have to be this way, but please forgive me as you force my hand," The hooded man said as he flicked his hand causing three card to appear in it. He smacked them together creating a single card and then with the flick of his finger turned the card pointing a deformed clock out at the man that was functioning but slowing down very gradually until it was at a snails pace.

The angry brute was now just standing there as he attempted to move only to find he was doing everything in slow motion. "Now now don't go hurting yourself like that," The hooded man said as he stood up and approached the other man at which point he grabbed his coin purse, opening it. "And here I only wanted two crowns but I suppose three will compensate for the time you made me waste cheers," The hooded man said tossing the coin purse onto the ground leaving the tavern.

Finally once outside he slipped off his hood finally revealing his face. It was Lurod, former organization member Luxord reconstituted as a human again. It was nighttime out which meant ruffians of all sorts would be roaming, but Lurod cared little of them. He was currently in a small port town on a remote island in the Caribbean. Supposedly a Spanish outpost at some point but was later abandoned and was turned into a place where pirates of all types could go.

Since becoming whole again Lurod has gone back to doing a lot of his old hobbies such as card manipulation for money, but now he felt it was time he got something he craved even more now, just for the kicks of having one. A pirate crew again. Last time he had one was one he was attacked by the heartless and basically destroyed, but now he was back again. As well his love for the empire is little to non and what a better way to mess with them than with a pirate crew, and so that is what he would do. He started to nonchalantly walk to the docks to spy out a new boat that he could call his own again.

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Re: From Dust to Waters (Open)
« Reply #1 on: September 14, 2014, 05:37:01 PM »
AK hadn't been sure of what to expect when he had descended from the skies into the world called Port Royal, but it didn't take long for the blonde-haired phantom to get a feel for the lay of the land. The planet called Traverse Town had proven a fertile ground for scares and spooks, but after running afoul of the ghost from whom AK had stolen his eponymous firearm, he deemed it prudent to make himself scarce until the heat died down. Holding the gas-powered gun in front of him as he passed through yet another building, AK took a closer look at the weapon while he wandered. From what he had gathered by listening to a pair of gunslingers compare the length of their barrels down at the city's only tavern, it seemed that firearms like the AK-47 loaded themselves through a special case called a 'magazine' which could hold not just one, but thirty bullets. And not only that, it was fully automatic, meaning all he had to do was pull the trigger, spray, and pray! Brilliant!

Once he'd overheard the essentials of handling a modern firearm, it was time for AK to test out his new toy. There was another interesting bit of information he'd picked up while lurking incorporeally amidst the crowds of unsuspecting mortals - the fact that his world, wherever it was, just happened to be one of many, scattered across the stratosphere, a planetoid for every star in the sky. That meant that all AK needed to do to find his home was to fly there. Without the need to breathe, the vacuum of outer space was a welcome reprieve from the hustle and bustle of Traverse Town's overpopulated streets. And so, with an unseen wave goodbye to the city of night, AK floated above the buildings, over the clouds, and towards the nearest world that looked like home.

Port Royal, as he soon discovered, was not Malvoch. But unlike the hyperfuturistic technology of Traverse Town, this world of blood and rum was much more familiar to him, and as he passed over the docks full of ships and sails and sailors, a twinge of nostalgia overcame the swashbuckler. It was all so droll that it reminded him of his time spent at similar ports back home, where pirates and traders alike squandered their gold before once more seeking their fortunes over the high seas. So, of course, the first place he visited were the bars, which dotted the ramshackle town like pox marks on a leper. Unfortunately, they were about as rewarding as the shady saloons on Malvoch, which is to say, they were full of castoffs and cutaways, wasting their hours with song and drink. Yet, as fortune would have it, AK eventually stumbled upon a tavern where something interesting was happening. What luck!

Speaking of luck, it seemed the Goddess of Fate was uncannily favoring one man's side, who before AK's invisible eyes managed to draw a royal flush in one try. Naturally, his opponent called foul play, but as soon as the larger brute advanced on the hooded stranger, his actions slowed to a crawl, as if he were moving through molasses. Clearly some form of sorcery was at play, but from whence it came and how the black-robed gambler summoned it, the ghost could only guess. His curiosity had been piqued, however, and if the many-zippered man was a cut above the rest of this common rabble, then he might be able to help AK find his way back to the place where he was born, raised, and murdered.

Before a barroom brawl could ensue, the sophisticated stranger had taken his payout and gracefully left the building, giving AK a perfect opportunity to silently stalk the man who had removed his hood to reveal an adult with a close-trimmed beard and several tastefully-placed piercings. Back in Traverse Town, when the ghost had seen a nearly identical longcoat, he had mocked its multitude of vestigial zippers. Yet seeing it worn on an actual body whose every action was emphasized by dark, form-fitting leather and the coin-like jingle of chains and buckles, AK finally understood what made it such a popular fashion statement. This was a man worth knowing. But there was only one way to be sure.

"You're either the luckiest man alive, or a better cheater than the dead."

As the mouthless observation whistled through the wind and past Lurod, AK began to glide down toward the blue-eyed man, but remained invisible. For now, only his words would reach the mortal's senses, ringing out into the empty air with the eloquent accent of the aristocracy. Most humans would turn white and flee when addressed by a disembodied voice, judging by AK's recent attempts to communicate with the living, but the next few moments would test the gambler's mettle.

"But no man can cheat death," AK whispered ominously into the older man's ear, invisibly hovering mere inches from the black-robed bewitcher of time.
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Re: From Dust to Waters (Open)
« Reply #2 on: September 25, 2014, 12:34:06 PM »
Hustling and bustling could be heard from various corners and alleyways, as Lurod continued to walk and watch as candle lights blew out in the windows of various houses. It was dark now with a moon that hung high in the sky. Such a site brought back a distinct memory to Lurod from when he was known as Luxord. He was reminded of when he stole the Aztec gold and cursed and already cursed gold causing all those who were cursed by the gold to become the living dead basically, and it was only under the shine of moonlight was it revealed what they actually were. It was through this he lured Sora and destroying a large heartless, releasing its heart, as well as keeping him preoccupied in Port Royal or awhile as the Organization continued to work.

Those were times long gone now. Those were times he wasn't quite sure he would want to return to. Sure the Organization was a job like any other, but it was a dangerous one. He wasn't the only member to fall, he knew of all the other Organization member’s demise, barring a few which he never got to see, but he assumed Sora dealt with them in turn as well. But the Organization also offered a never-ending supply of companionship, even though certain members never seemed to smile either way though Lurod was alone in his home again a strange feeling.

Up ahead he could see lantern light shining, brightening up the area showing darkened water, a dock, and looming ships, not the Company's though. He was about to take another step forward until someone spoke to him.

"You're either the luckiest man alive, or a better cheater than the dead."

Lurod did not know who was speaking to him but a small grin grew on one side of his face. He did not know who was speaking to him, but he knew it couldn’t be good. No man in the Caribeans talks hidden in this part of the Caribbean unless they are Company scum or perverse dealers. Though the words he had just heard something stuck out to him about them, the words mentioned Lurod’s luck which he shouldn’t know unless… unless he was being watched and/or the person knew of Lurod from the past. Either way cloaked man did not like this.
Still with a calm face with a half-grin on it, he nonchalantly flicked his hand, which was currently at his side while the other scratched his chin, causing three cards to appear between his fingers. E listened as whoever was speaking whistled aimlessly.

Then the voice spoke again.

“But no man can cheat death.”

Those words are not one to be said to a friend, which means whoever this was speaking was no friend of Lurod.
“You talk so certain but if lady luck wishes a man to cheat death so he may,” Lurod said calmly, not losing any of his composer. It was true he technically cheated death twice in fact, the first time he was resurrected as Luxord the second time as Lurod.

“Now will you continue to hide in the shadows or show yourself, or perhaps you are looking to see how lucky I really am.”

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Re: From Dust to Waters (Open)
« Reply #3 on: September 26, 2014, 03:12:05 PM »
By lantern light, Amber scrutinized the ancient phur ba in her hands. The three-segmented stake had a painted bone handle whose etched pommel was carved in the likeness of some dead god and a crystal, triune blade, bearing numerical significance that was forever lost to her. Amber only knew of these weapons because of an unlikely run-in with a group of religion-crazed peoples in another galaxy that would use blades like this very one to pierce the ground before prayer. An interesting experience, but the tradeswoman could only eat rice and play favorites with a god she didn’t even believe in for so long before madness began to set in. At least she walked away with several good-looking weapons to add to her collection. Most of them were purchased quickly enough, but this one blade never sold. If Amber was lucky, though, she’d be rid of the thing tonight. She never cared for weapons with magical abilities; and although this one was relatively tame, she could tell there were remnants of old sorcery imbued in its sharp edges.

Cleaned to perfection, the woman kissed her fingers before binding it carefully in silk cloth and a final wrap in burlap. “I’ll drink myself under the table if I can see you off, meine Schönheit.”

The client she had been working with thus far had shown an interest in knives and daggers, even an eye for Amber herself. She, of course, played along like she always did. Clients were more eager to buy if it meant they could get something physical out of it. Amber hardly ever indulged in that side of the deal unless conditions were right, of course. She didn’t think they’d be to her liking with this particular fellow; however, the game wasn’t over until the money purse was in her hand. Her mind made up, she placed the package in a carrying case, ensured her own weapons were secured to her waist and stepped out into the humid, night air. With a few more stars in the sky and flying ships to compliment the floating ones, this place could be Nohr. Or a close twin. Unfortunately, Amber had yet to hear the familiar lilt of a Nohrian accent in her ears, let alone any of the languages of neighboring worlds. Such was the life of an escaped convict.

The tradeswoman would arrive early to inspect the meeting site, as always, a habit formed from previously less than favorable run-ins with particularly unsavory individuals. She was sure a weapons dealer like herself would not be welcome here, either; however, she had managed to keep a low profile since her arrival. Amber enjoyed the style of these people and relished being able to walk around in her outrageous outfits while still fitting in with the general public. Why would she ruin it by swiftly bringing the local authorities on her back? In any case, she wasn’t surprised to see a dark figure in the shadows when she arrived. Apparently people here were no different than anywhere else. She narrowed her eyes, catching a glint in the figure’s ear. A piercing? Perhaps this was her client, but dressed in dark, ominous clothing to throw off anyone possibly following him. Amber would be on guard until the exchange was over. The sudden chill that crept up her spine only reinforced this.

“Oho! Miguel, is that you I see? A bit early, aren’t we?” She stepped closer. He was the right height and his eyes were of a lighter hue. This must be him. “And who are you talking with, chouchou? No one else is around.”

She placed a hand on the side of his face, bending down slightly to compensate for their difference in height. As she whispered in his ear, her fingers slid down to play with his blonde beard. “There is nobody here for you to play cards with, darling. Shall we discuss business?”

The tradeswoman stepped back and opened the case. A slight glow seeped between the folds of the wrapping as the blade reacted to the supernatural presence among them. Amber was confused, but kept up all pretenses as she named her price and closed the case. “Are we agreed?”
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might and be among her cloudy trophies, home.

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Re: From Dust to Waters (Open)
« Reply #4 on: October 02, 2014, 10:59:00 AM »
AK hadn't been sure of what to expect when he swooped in to murmur sweet nothings into an older man's ear, but it certainly wasn't an asymmetrical smirk. That lopsided grin reminded the boy of the scarred necromancer who got him killed in the first place, an unfortunate mental association that soured AK's fun almost instantly. But whereas that secondrate bonesetter had been constantly tugging his tightly burnt flesh into a deepening scowl, this old man seemed to be dancing through life with his poker face intact.

A spectral hand inched slowly towards the rapier dangling at his hip. If the black-robed gambler wanted to make demands of ghosts with such a twisted grin on his face, AK might just oblige him by making that crooked smile permanent. A slice here and a dice there ought to do the trick, and maybe he'd even carve his initials into that hooded coat, just for laughs. The boy drew his blade, ever so carefully...

Oho! Miguel! Now it was AK's turn to be surprised, and for once he was glad to be living in the land of the dead, where no boyish blush could creep onto his frozen cheeks. Someone else was here, putting a damper on the ghost's plan to carve the man next to him a new smile. One human, even a time wizard, could be dodged or dispatched easily enough, but the last thing the boy wanted was to become a tourist attraction. On second thought, maybe AK would just continue hiding in the shadows, after all.

As the newcomer sidled up to the ear opposite AK's, he got a good look at her from where he had been hovering to compensate for the height difference. As she stroked the man's beard and murmured some soothing words, the young ghost began to realize what was going on, and couldn't possibly be more delighted with this turn of events. Would "Miguel" maintain that poker face of his and continue with this business transaction unabashed, or would he admit to the supernatural presence in their midst? The cards were on the table now; all AK had to do was repress the childlike laughter bubbling up in his nonexistent stomach, sit back from his comfortable floating position, and watch how Miguel played the hand he'd been dealt.
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Re: From Dust to Waters (Open)
« Reply #5 on: October 11, 2014, 10:56:28 AM »
(As I said in the away area sorry for the delay the past few days have sort of been hell XD)

At first Lurod heard no reply but he knew someone was watching him now, but why? Most people forgot Lurod existed in the time he was gone, and those that did remember weren't ones to hide out of site, this was all wrong. No this must be someone else, had somehow the Organization found him again, no that doesn't seem possible either, as though Lurod had faith in Xemnas's skills in battle, he knew that lady luck had favored Sora and Riku for that fight, probably leaving his old leader gone. but if Lurod was back maybe so was Xemnas in his somebody form. These thought flew around in Lurod's mind like a typhoon of discombobulation and of wanting to know.

Lurod heard no reply from the voice he had heard before, but instead heard another, it was a females, now isn't that charming. The Gambler of Fate turned his head slightly in conjunction with the voice, that was a female alright, but what did she call Lurod Miguel. Obviously she was looking for someone else, but Lurod would play along. The lady got ever closer asking who Lurod was talking to. Then she even closer touching his face and his beard. What even was this. Lurod was intrigued though.

The lady then stepped back to open a case she was holding to reveal weapons. Oh boy what had Lurod walked into. He let out a small chuckle as he put a single finger to his lips with a small shhh. "We are being watched love," He said with the smirk still on his face has his eyes looked from one side to the other. Lurod then slightly tapped the side of his head.

"I only talk when I hear someone to talk to," Lurod said scratching is chin as he raised his cards to the front of his face, thinking for a moment. He had no need for these weapons the lady had shown him, his weapons were all he really needed as they suited his personality as well.

"Also love as much as you wares intrigue my sense of curiosity, I do not deal in this trade, perhaps you are looking for someone else my dear," Lurod said with another small chuckle.

"But as Lady Luck may have it you are in the West Indies, and here there is a never ending list of mongrels and boot-lickers that do such trading," Of course Lurod was referring to the Pirates and the East Empire Company, both of which populated this world very densely.

Lurod's mind then jumped back to the first voice he had heard. He still did not know who that was or where they were, but the Gambler of Fate was still ever on guard. He had lived a long life and knew that to leave ones defenses down, especially in a place liek this was a death wish.