Shore Leave and Unintended Consequences

[Frank Grimes]

Frank waited and wasn’t disappointed. About a minute and a half later the three men walked into his view. Might as well make a show of this Frank glanced over the men and a quick look reveled that they had no firearms. “Gentleman,” said Frank, steeping out of the alley with his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. “I appreciate you admiring my good looking friend but I doubt he’s the kind of person for that kind of thing.” The men looked angered and one of them pulled a long dagger out of his belt. His face was weathered and his arms were scarred. “Well it looks like you were the one admiring us from your alley there.” His companions drew their blades, one had a full cutlass and the other one held two marlin spikes. Frank drew his blade and launched himself forward in one fluid motion. The man with the cutlass was able to block the blade, matching his flat edge with Frank’s blade. Frank redirected the blades momentum and made a downward strike at the man with the two marlin spikes. The small weapons only deflected Frank’s blow from the neck to a deep gash into his opponent’s thigh. Unable to find a purchase on the cobblestone street he slipped to the ground, the sooty color of the street contrasting with the blood. From the old wooden buildings people leaned their heads out, checking the entertainment. “Hmm… It seems that I’ve returned your cutting remark.” The man with the long dagger turned around, and pounded multiple, unorganized strikes at Frank. Frank initially retreated under the strength of the blows but then stood his ground. Seeing an opening as the man prepared to slash his face Frank fell to a crouch, opening a cut in his opponents stomach. Frank’s blade sent the blood across the street and acquired a coat of it on its slashing edge. “Why you,” the man never finished his sentence as Frank stepped back from the next swing, and used his blades superior reach to make a slit in the front of his opponent’s throat. As the man fell to his knees and grabbed his own throat as blood began covering his hands. “Seems that you’re at a loss for words,” Frank said while there was a definite smirk on his face. As he said this he saw a flash of metal out of the corner of his eye. His paranoia made him go prone as a bullet sailed above and smashed into an old wooden building. He saw the man with the anchor tattoo run by with a pistol. The man didn’t seem to check if the bullet actually hit or not. Hopefully Dalius can deal with that He thought as he got back up while his opponents were visibly stunned by the display of violence.

[Dalius Valendrome]

Dalius was jerked from his relaxed state by a loud gunshot. "What was that!" the industrious man yelled. "Just an engine backfire, let me help the man with his vehicle" Dalius looked out the window and saw the man from the bar running past. Dalius drew his revolver and fired all six bullets at the man, all of them missed. "Shit!" Dalius cursed as he sprinted out of the room. "Stay here!" He yelled at the industrious man. As he ran down into the lobby in time to see the sailor run into an alleyway. Dalius ran after him and saw him go into a door in the alleyway. Dalius put six shots back into his revolver and slowly inched along to the door. Dalius pulled a Tabun gas grenade off of his belt and threw it inside. A minute later the sailor came out coughing, with his eyes watering. Not wasting any time, Dalius punched the man in the chest. Making him keel over and then grabbed the back of his neck and electrocuted him with his gloves. The sailor convulsed and then fell dead to the ground. A woman also came out of the building and looked at the sailor. "You monster!" She yelled as she knelt by the sailor's side. She stood up and took out a dagger. "I'll kill you!" She screamed as she sloppily tried to stab Dalius. He ducked the blade and shot her in the chest with his revolver. Dalius sighed and walked back the the room.

[Frank Grimes]

Frank turned to face his other two opponents. He made a light thrust at the man holding the cutlass, testing his defenses. The man with the cutlass stepped back and swung back. Grimes side stepped the attack and returned with his own counter. Steel met steel and the blades held, Grimes pushed his blade and seemed to be winning when the man with marlin spikes attacked Frank from the side. Thinking quickly, Frank released his blade. The cutlass man’s own strength knocked him off balance and the marlin spikes stabbed into his shoulder. Finding his opponent distracted, Frank landed two fatal blows, one across the chest and one through his opponent’s stomach. Frank looked up to his last viable opponent, “looks like he couldn’t stomach it,” he said it very casually as the man’s intestines slid on the ground. The last man ran down the street. With a disappointed sigh he grabbed his pistol from his belt, aimed, and fired a bullet into the man’s leg, crippling him. As Frank calmly walked to his opponent, dragging himself along the pavement as the public watched, Frank had a few insightful thoughts. Something isn’t right here. If these were mere muggers they would have ran after I killed one of them. Hopefully Dalius can keep the Industrious Man in place long enough for me to get to the bottom of this.

[Dalius Valendrome]

Dalius arrived at the room to see the industrious man panicking and holding a kitchen knife to the door. "Put that thing down you will probably end up hurting yourself" Dalius growled as he snatched the knife out of the man's hand and put it on the counter. "Want a drink?" Dalius asked as he took a drink out of the refrigerator and began sipping at it. God damnit, where are you frank He paced towards the window and looked out to see if frank was near, seeing him no where he cursed and walked back to the industrious man. "Now we wait" He growled as he sat back down on the couch.

[Frank Grimes]

Frank paced up the avenue, his eyes darting left and right to check if he was in any danger from the on lookers. “Okay, I know that you guys didn’t want to just mug that man.” Frank kicked the man so he rolled over onto his back, his face inches away from Frank’s blade. He began to speak in a panicked Italian accent. “That piece of scum you work with. He killed my sister! She worked in his factory all day and got pulled into one of the machines. So me and my brothers got together and decided to kill that man. Please, kill that cursed Purelli for my sister,” he pleaded to Frank. Frank thought the fact over for a moment. After about two seconds of deep thought Frank ran his blade through the man’s throat. “You Italians and your blood fueds,” Frank flicked the blood off his sword and straightened himself out. He walked to the hotel where Dalius was, pushing the on looking crowd out of the way.
Frank opened up the door to the fancy hotel room. The Industrial Man seemed to have had enough and tried to run out as Frank entered. Frank grabbed him by the collar and set him down. “Well Mr. Purelli it seems that you have quite a few enemies and I had to deal with a few of them.” Mr. Purelli looked even more panicked at the casual blackmailing. “Now usually I’d ask for 1,750 Ardent, but seeing as we saved your life and know you that much the better I’d say that 3,400 per head would be acceptable.” Mr. Purelli gulped, put out his hand and said, “Sure.”

[Dalius Valendrome]

Dalius nodded to frank and walked to the door, opening it. "Do you have the money now Mr.Purelli, is it?" Dalius asked as he looked out the window. He cursed slightly as he saw some men bending over the women he had killed's body pointing at the hotel. "Shit" He murmured as he turned back again. "Captain we need to wrap this" He said urgently as he slowly reloaded his revolver. These pathetic, peasants are always in a flock He thought angrily as he walked towards the window again and continued to look at them. One with a double barreled shotgun the other with a baseball bat I would rather not go against some random working class thug, but I think I can take them fairly easily

[Frank Grimes]

Damn thought Frank noticing that Dalius was looking out the hotel window. “Okay Mr. Purelli I have to say I don’t trust you but that is no reason for you to not trust me. Tomorrow 5:00 A.M. you will bring enough carriages to take the fifty along with 187,500 Ardent if my calculations are correct.” Frank thought quickly, thinking of a way to get Mr. Purelli out of harm’s way until then. “Mr. Purelli, go up to the second level. If we’re lucky there will be a woman there that can occupy you for a time.” Mr. Purelli looked as if he might have a heart attack. His face was dripping with sweat and he was breathing heavily, “But sirs, I’m married.” Frank’s mouth parted into a rogue’s smile, “well you know what they say, what happens in Porthaven stays in Porthaven.” Not wanting to delay any longer, Frank shoved the man out the door. He fired two shots from his revolver to draw the attention of the man outside and then ran out of the room and down the stairwell. Frank’s plan was to draw the enemies of Mr. Purelli away from here and then do something else, he didn’t really think that far. He shouted up at Dalius as he replaced the spent bullets of his gun, “Good day as any to get caught up in an Italian blood fued.”

[Dalius Valendrome]

Dalius ran downstairs behind frank and outside where the men were already beginning to start the attack. He looked at the two men attacking and sized up the one with the baseball bat. Gangster might have another weapon on him Dalius thought as sure enough the one with the baseball bat pulled out a small mauser pistol. "I will take one of them and split them up, you take the one with the shotgun" Dalius said as he ran across the street using automobiles as cover and going into an alleyway. He sat in a dumpster in wait for the man with the pistol, he could hear his footsteps coming closer. What italian... Trash, I am so funny

[Frank Grimes]

Frank stayed back as Dalius ran into the crowd. The man with the mauser ran after Dalius while the man with the shotgun went up to finish off Mr. Purelli. As he turned up the stairwell Frank delivered a powerful kick to the man’s chest, causing him to fall down the stairs and slam into the wall. During his fall he dropped his shotgun which tumbled down to the bottom of the stairs. Frank ran down to meet him while unbuttoning his jacket. The man had recovered by the time Frank reached him and landed a powerful right hook into Frank’s jaw. Frank hit his head on a nearby wall but recovered and got into a fighting stance. In the cramped stairwell Frank didn’t have room to swing his cutlass so he resorted to using his own fists. Frank threw a jab at the man’s face. The other man, who was thoroughly versed in the art of boxing, blocked with his big, meaty hands. He countered with a triple hit. Frank’s defense was sloppy and he took another fist to the face, and had the wind knocked out of him by a punch to the stomach. Frank’s face was bruised, his trademark good looks ruined, and he leaned against a wall so he could catch his breath. The Italian man saw that Frank was on his last legs and surged forward. Frank, seeing his last chance, threw his jacket at the Italian man, obscuring his vision. He dived to the other side of the stairwell as a solid thunk sounded as the Italian punched the wooden wall, a visible crack forming in it. Frank waited a moment so his jacket hit the ground and sent two rounds into the man’s chest. As the man lay bleeding on the floor Frank grabbed his jacket and looked over it, making sure none of the man’s blood had spoiled its pristine whiteness. Now to find Dalius

[Dalius Valendrome]

Dalius peered through the whole in the dumpster to see the man near the dumpster looking around the man continued walking down the alleyway. Seeing a good moment to strike Dalius jumped from the dumpster and sprayed corrosive acid on the armed man's face. The man shrieked in pain and began blindly firing. Around the alley way. Dalius ducked down and took out his rigging knife which the man managed to block with the butt of his gun. "You will pay for damaging my beautiful face!" The man said as he blindly fired the last shot of his gun and missed Dalius. The man took out an aluminum baseball bat and began assaulting him. The man clipped Dalius in the chest almost instantly. Feeling cocky the man tried to smash Dalius' head from above. Expecting this attack Dalius grabbed hold of the metal bat and sent an excessive amount of electricity into the man. The man dropped the bat and Dalius wasted no time to stab the man in his chest, killing him. He smiled and walked away from the body. Fiesty italians he thought

[Frank Grimes]

As Dalius exited the alley he heard a loud crash. Out of the second story of the hotel Frank flew through the window, clutching onto another man. As they crashed on the ground Frank used the other man as a cushion and grabbed his head, slamming it into the pavement. Frank looked up and noticed all the onlookers. “Looks like it’s time to make our exit,” He ran up to a nearby carriage being pulled by two black horses. He grabbed onto the bars on the window and stood up on the steps that led to the back door, leaving enough room for Dalius to get on.

[Dalius Valendrome]

Dalius sprinted and jumped on the back of the carriage. "Where to now?" He asked as the carriage began to move. Let's hope that's the end of those italians He thought as he looked around. He climbed farther up on the carariage. "Who is driving?" He asked. As he reloaded his revolver and checked his chemical levels. 3/4 left, three shots will be more than enough if I get into another fight. batteries are at half... troublesome
Dalius frowned and continued to look out.

[Frank Grimes]

Frank looked around and saw a few policemen at the scene of the various deaths Frank and Dalius had delivered. One of them saw Frank and Dalius on the back of the carriage and shouted “Stop!” Then Frank heard a loud thud sounding from the top of the carriage. Frank pulled himself up to investigate. As he pulled himself up he saw a man recovering from a bad landing. The carriage man looked up to see the two men squaring off and was about to pull on the reins. “Don’t even think of it,” Frank held his revolver in his left hand, the carriage man looking down the barrel. The men stared each other down, Frank’s cutlass crossing with the other man’s rapier. “Italian?” asked Frank. “Yes you scum,” He replied. The cops were chasing after the quickly moving carriage.

[Dalius Valendrome]

Dalius peered out at the chasing police and made the executive position to take control of the carriage. He went to the front and threw the man off the carriage and took control of the reins. To hinder the following police Dalius pulled the pin on a Tabun Gas grenade and threw it backwards onto the street. The grenade exploded in a big puff of tear inducing gas. He continued to drive, aware of the two fighting on the top of the carriage. He continued on wards towards where their ship was waiting slowly unscrewing the carriage from the horses. "Frank finish up and get on" Dalius said as he got on one of the horses, still having the reins and unhitched the two horses, the carriage beginning to slow down as the horses began to get out of it.

[Frank Grimes]

Seeing that Dalius had took control of the carriage Frank turned his attention to his opponent. “Come on, can’t a guy have a little fun?” was his joking reply to Dalius’s question. His opponent made a testing thrust at Frank, which he sidestepped, the rapier not being the best weapon with this little room. Frank countered by sending a slash at his opponent’s chest. His blow was swift enough that it drew blood. Then Frank felt the carriage jostle as it came unhooked looks like he wasn’t kidding. Frank shot his opponent in the foot with his revolver and then slammed him in the chest with his shoulder. His adversary fell off the carriage and onto a pursuing policeman. Frank jumped down next to Dalius, “Well, let’s get out of here.”