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Post by John Taylor on Apr 26, 2011 16:32:57 GMT
Quiet, peaceful and serene, it was roughly a normal day within Briss Kingdom the land was self sufficient due to the large lack of contact with the outside world, this didn't stop the occasional visitor finding the island by chance nor even those who sail off from the land eventually returning. John knew that those who had been here could find it again easily enough how else would the letter that appeared on his door many years ago have got there, that and the only remaining item of his family to return.
Soon the peace snapped into a loud crack as amongst the trees a toppling oak slowly succumbed to gravity and the several smacks from John and his staff the diamond hard item's marks left on the splintered trunk, sure it was easier to use an axe or a saw but it was less fun that and he'd left the axe back at the house. "Well I best leave this tree to the guys in the cabin, they should really have bet for less hits, but thats beli out of their hands and into my pocket."
He heads into the cabin and a few minutes pass as slowly he the door opens again with John counting his winnings, this would count towards at least a weeks worth of food and sake, a smirk on his face as he stretches and wanders into the town.
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Post by Vega Lucero on Apr 26, 2011 19:37:30 GMT
Finally the journey was over. With his sword, carried in a linen cloth to cover it up, in his hand Vega left the ship. It was almost a week ago that he had left Loguetown in East Blue. Altough it was a harbour town there were some difficulties to find a crew that would set sail to South Blue. And when they finally had set sail a storm had blown them out course. Which caused Vega to end up here. To be honest he didn't even know how this island was called.
When walking the pirate did notice some marine presence. And eventhough Vega was only a smalltime rookie, he deemed it wise to avoid unwanted attention. He straightened the collar of his long white vest a bit. The storm didn't do much good to his morale. Luckily his eye fell on a tavern. With great thirst he entered.
The tavern was calm since it wasn't that late on the afternoon. Vega sat down, with vieuw outside and on the entrance. With a hand gesture he called the barkeep over and ordered his drink. Soon after Vega had an ale in his hand. Here was to new adventures he thought to himself and started to drink.
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Post by John Taylor on Apr 28, 2011 2:24:04 GMT
It took roughly three hours to purchase food and general supplies for the week and take them home, that and any general chores John left about the house took up his precious free time, it was his own fault for putting it off for so long but that was all behind him now as once again he enters the town with enough money for some sake or at least to get enough sake to floor four of the lumber mill workers.
Upon entering the tavern John glances around quickly with little motion to show what he's doing, it was always best to make sure your surroundings were to your advantage before anything else, the only inkblot on this plain canvas so to speak was the unfamiliar person drinking an ale, nevertheless John wanders too the bar and orders a bottle of sake the item larger then his own head and yet to be opened, he then makes his way to the larger couches that are out of the way from most of the bar, placing his staff and bottle down and sitting with a sake cup, slowly emptying the bottle one cup at a time.
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Post by Vega Lucero on Apr 30, 2011 11:39:09 GMT
While drinking from his ale Vega was looking at his surroundings. The tavern was not very large but it was very well maintained. The other persons in there were payed no attention to this young pirate. They kept to their own businesses. Then another person entered the bar. Vega was just drinking his ale but he did saw that the man's eyes locked unto him for a moment. "My,my. What a cautious person." The pirate thought to himself.
After that Vega had emptied his mug of ale and was just leaning back in his chair. He enjoyed the calm serenity of this place. Briss Kingdom... Never before had Vega heard of the island. Perhaps it wasn't a bad thing that the storm blew his ship to Briss. Here had the possibilty to relax before continuing his journey.
Then the peace was broken when a man entered. Judging by the manners of his movemtn it was clearly he was drunk. "Hey,hey! Give me some booze, man!" He yelled towards the barkeep. Altough the drunk was a couple of feet away, Vega could smell the stench of alcohol. The pirate was hesitating to throw the man out, but first he would see how the locals would act.
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Post by John Taylor on May 3, 2011 13:10:27 GMT
John wasn't exactly a slow drinker roughly an a sixth of his sake had gone by the time a very strong smell of alcahol with the apparent body of a man had stumbled to the bar and had ordered some booze of no obvious discription just it seems something to keep him in his pickled state, however the case was the drunk was kind of annoying to those who liked peace and quiet.
It didn't take him long to spot a spare coaster on the table, he picked it up, aimed and launched it like a shuriken clipping the end of the drunkard's nose with comical effect for most of the patrons watching. "Go home you pillock, your in no state to be drinking more... Or would you prefer I go fetch your missus?"
He sips his sake softly and smirk in the direction of the drunkard. "When your sober and able to walk in a straight line I'll buy you a drink, till then I'll keep launching coasters at your nose."
His eyes never unlock their gaze from the eyes of his coaster target an odd flicker of silver within that makes most people who stare long enough feel uncomfortable.
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