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Post by Dalius Valendrome on Jun 26, 2011 16:52:46 GMT -5
"Hyah!" Dalius yelled as he shocked his horse down a dark alleyway. "Try to keep up old man!" He yelled jokingly and started winding down alleyways to throw off the police. He kept zig-zagging and eventually turned into a dead end, a brick wall in the way. Time to get off He thought as he jumped off his horses back onto a fire escape ladder. He climbed up quickly and ducked into an apartment building where a couple were having dinner. He ignored them and walked out of the room and went through the door marked "Roof access" he got onto the roof and began running and jumping across the clusters of apartment buildings to where the stormbringer awaited.
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Post by Frank Grimes on Jun 26, 2011 18:36:53 GMT -5
Frank followed after Dalius, “This is more like it,” said he as he leaped over the roof tops. Cops swarmed where they had previously been, interviewing whatever suspects were left alive. “Looks like we gave them something to talk about,” he told Dalius who was two rooftops ahead of them. Not too far away Frank saw the tell tale plume of mist generated by The Stormbringer. “Well that was close, but the argent will more than compensate.” Frank felt exhilarated as they leaped across the roof tops. Nothing like a daring escape to finish off a day thought Frank as he saw the sun slowly fall to kiss the earth.
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Post by Dalius Valendrome on Jun 26, 2011 22:12:14 GMT -5
"Soon we will be in the skies my friend" Dalius said as he reached the ship yard. I can not wait to get off land "Let us Take to the sky! " He said as he walked towards the ship. "When will we get the argent and make the trade?" He asked carefully as he looked warily around the ship yard. He smiled as he looked over the ship. "Looks much better now" Dalius said
As he went on board for inspection. "Everything looks good" Dalius said as he looked over the many parts of the ship and breathed in the stuffy air of the engineering deck.
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Post by Frank Grimes on Jun 30, 2011 0:10:36 GMT -5
“We make the trade at 5:00 A.M.” answered Dalius looking over his fine ship. The repairs were going quickly, they should be able to take off soon and maybe with a few new crewmen. “We should begin getting the weaker slaves out. With the information we have on our friend, the respectable gentleman, he isn’t in a position to refuse anything we offer him,” Frank took a moment to take a deep breath of the mist coming from the ship. “And also, someone needs to arrange transport to the meeting place.” Hopefully The Industrious Man would notice the slip of paper Frank had slipped into his pocket that detailed the location for the meeting.
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Post by Dalius Valendrome on Jun 30, 2011 14:57:14 GMT -5
Dalius began unloading the weaker slaves checking their condition and chaining them up. "Seeing that I have no idea about this, where is the location?" Dalius said as he chained up the last of the slaves. "Because I am curious of where we are meeting." Maybe I could buy that gun I had my eye on before... PPSh-41 the Russians make good weapons. Dalius sat on the familiar railing of the ship rubbing the stained and polished wood. He popped open his revolver and began cleaning it obsessively.
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Post by Frank Grimes on Jun 30, 2011 23:57:20 GMT -5
Frank played with a coin, weaving it through his fingers in a display of dexterity. “We’re doing the trade at Robbie & Son Livery Stable. They want a good way to make quick argent, and their Indian so they’ll take the blame if anything goes wrong.” Frank had thought out all the angles of the trade in his head before the deal had even been made. People could say what they wanted of Frank’s ability as a captain, but in the trade he was probably the best dealer in the business. “But bring some men in case, well” in a quick motion Frank drew and threw a sharp blade from his boot into a board near Dalius’s head,” something goes wrong.” Of course, the one thing keeping him from being a trader without equal was his paranoia; it didn’t look good if one of the other guy’s men got a new eye hole when Frank mistook a cough for drawing a gun.
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Post by Dalius Valendrome on Jul 2, 2011 0:04:54 GMT -5
Dalius yanked the knife out of the board and put it on the table. "Now we wait" he said as he waited for 5:00 to come. At five he walked towards the stable, bringing a few crew members with concealed weapons. He walked inside with frank and sat back while he did the negotiations. Dalius made a note of all his weapons and looked around the room identifying each member and noting available cover.
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Post by Frank Grimes on Jul 5, 2011 23:08:53 GMT -5
Walking into the livery stable, Frank checked the area. The Industrious Man had shown up with a few carriages that would usually be used to carry prisoners along with some ten men to help with the transfer. Frank had two throwing knives in his boots and a razor inside one of his cuffs along with the cutlass at his side with his revolver. Approaching The Industrious Man, Frank glanced over his shoulder to make sure that his fifteen men were on alert and in control of the various boxes he had hid the slaves in. “You have the payment?” asked Frank, his eyes searching for threats. The Industrious Man tossed two suitcases forward. The Industrious Man seemed annoyed, he looked as if he were ready to spit.
“I can’t say I’m glad to have undergone this venture. You truly live up to your name, you truly are a base and vile scoundrel, even among the company you keep.” The Industrious Man signaled his men and they began to drag the boxes towards their carriages, prying them open with crowbars and leading the slaves into their next prison by the edge of a blade or the barrel of the gun. Frank, ignoring the well deserved insults flung at him, grabbed both the suitcases and cracked them open. He was greeted by innumerable paper bills wound up in thick wads.
“Well you made good on the payment at least,” Said Frank, giving out a pleased whistle at the large sum of Argent. “Well we hope that you’ll enjoy the free labor,” he shut the suitcase close and looked to Dalius. “Well looks like we made a good payout this time.”
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Post by Dalius Valendrome on Jul 7, 2011 14:57:15 GMT -5
"Yes we can finally get back into the sky with this money" He said as he walked back towards the ship yard. "I feel bored though, It feels like their is nothing to do around here anymore" Dalius said in an out of character tone of voice. "Anyways lets get on the storm bringer and go plunder some more!" He said as he got on his horse and began riding towards the ship. "I can finally start engineering again" He said as he whistled to himself.
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Post by Frank Grimes on Jul 10, 2011 10:45:32 GMT -5
“Yes, unfortunately no one seems to be willing to join our crew, or even fly among the clouds anymore.” Frank walked next to Dalius, seemingly disappointed at the possibility of getting new crewmen. “We should probably wait awhile before going on a raid, after that last fight I doubt all of our crew will return and we need to replace our losses.” Frank looked at The Stormbringer{/i] as it was grounded in the dock. Frank’s cheerful demeanor had a slight taste of glumness to those who looked closely.
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