| Subject: Re: Cloak and Dagger |
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Salty Bob
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Date Posted: 08:09:07 05/11/06 Thu
In reply to:
Nim
's message, "Re: Cloak and Dagger" on 06:12:45 05/11/06 Thu
NimTheThief: "Considering it is nightfall, I'm sure you do not have all day. Nor, M'Lord Governor, do I." She threw that 'ace' out on the table immediately so that he'd know he wasn't dealing with some easily frightened child.
NimTheThief: "I've come here to listen to the idea of a job you have for me but also to warn you that I may not take it and to warn you that I have my own connections who will not take kindly to the way your crew have been treating me."
X Salty Bob: ::he looked up at seeing who it was that tossed the ace onto the map he was studying. His stern look turned ti grin:: Well now.. I thinks I 'ave time fer much reknown Mouse. 'ere.. 'ave seat miss mouse. ::he gestured to a chair::
X Salty Bob: ::Robert moves to his desk and snags a bottle rum and two cups:: if'n ye do 'onor, I be just momet, I 'as ta shoot mate. ::all said with smile, a sile that all but vanishes as he opens the door and barks out a name. A bark that more
X Salty Bob: or less in its own right makes him a captain:: Fetch.. get yer dead arse down 'ere. ::he turns back to Nim, the smile returned::
NimTheThief: ::She took it quick enough. Seemed happy in fact not to be standing. She took care though not to sit far enough back to bring harm to her lute. By the time he had turned she had poured out the rum and was already drinking hers.::
NimTheThief: I'd really wish you would go on with describing the job, Sahib. <e>
X Salty Bob: ::he held up one finger as if to say one moment.. his smile was one that she could tell was painted on just for her. Robert turned back to the open door and lifted a pistol from his coat that hung by the door. His timeing perfect
X Salty Bob: as he lifted it in time as a voice that Nim might reconize as Fetch spoke saying "Aye Captain, ye called" the pistol discharged and a rabid scream heard in the hall:: quit whimper'n like child, I just nicked ye. Never tell anyone I
X Salty Bob: Gov. Now go see Stich an put patch on it. ::He tossed the spent pistol onto the bed and moved back to the table and Nim:: So yer one that they call Nim. Pleased ta meet ye.
NimTheThief: ::She had turned in her seat but had not paused in her drinking when he had drawn the pistol. She was fairly certain it was not for her. He had gone to too much trouble after all. She did flinch when it was discharged and even
NimTheThief: looked a little relieved for Flinch when he didn't fall dead straight away.:: Oh...I haven't pleased you yet, Sahib, nor am I likely to. <e>
X Salty Bob: Ye pleased me just in come'n.. ::he took his cup and downed the rich rum as if one drank water, then her poured them both a second as he countinued talking:: "eard bout ye from them I take word. An fer job I be want'n ye ta do be
X Salty Bob: simple nough. Now if'n I were ye.. I would nae wish ta be caught. ::he took his cup of rum and moved back to the otherside of the table.. he assets her from head to tow, and spoke at the same time::
NimTheThief: ::From head to toe she is small, dark, and crafty eyed. There are some decent curves under her bodice and beneath flashy skirts yet also some muscles glimpsed in her calves when she crosses her legs and hinted at her arms under the
NimTheThief: the material of the thin grey chemise that floats over her lifted arm. She had the look of a nomad - a survivor of worse than even him.:: I have no intention of being caught. This is why I would enjoy some specifics, Captain. <e>
X Salty Bob: an that be what makes ye worth ye price.. specifics. First if'n ye will.. drink ::lifts his cup as in toast:: Ta fair weather so that ar scheme sails through smooth waters. ::Once again he lifts a finger before her, then makes a
X Salty Bob: spiraling downward to rest on the map that he was studying:: All this be mine, does ye understand this? ::the place his finger landed on was all of the Caribbean:: Nae does ye get very well paid, but also will ye 'ave meself ta get
X Salty Bob: ye out of any trouble ye mights get inta.
NimTheThief: ::She raised her glass and added her own usual toast, said this time more as a warning then lively banter,:: Here's a smile to those that love me, a frown to them that hate, for EVERY heart...there is a...fate. ::She looked then
NimTheThief: where his finger pointed.:: I feel assured. ::She said with no small amount of sarcasm.:: <e>
X Salty Bob: an ye should be. Me moto 'as paid me well. That be'n "Takes what ye want, gives nut'n back. ::He gives warm laugh to that:: Now what's ye price fer simple job, that few could do. ::he left it at that, as the bottle is taken to
X Salty Bob: rfill his and top off her own. I thinks ye were right choose.
NimTheThief: I am always the right choice, Sahib. The question remains if you are the right employer. ::She looked again around his room and now took in his person from the rim of her lifted glass:: Everything spoke of immense wealth and power.:
NimTheThief: My price... is 800 crown...and...your word that you'll not force me into another job again. <e>
X Salty Bob: Aye, I thinks ye might be, an took bal.. I mean gumption ta come 'ere on ye own, docls nae place fer lass ta be out on at night. So's I takes it ye will work fer meself?
NimTheThief: ::she finished the drink and set the cup aside so that it would not be refilled.:: Till the end of the job. No longer. Now again, about those pesky details? <e>
X Salty Bob: ::his hand placed to chest adding a shocked expression:: Ye shock me lass. Would I do such thing? ::he held his burt feelings for a few moments, then his laughter soit out:: I nae can understans 'ow I can ne nicer, nae like I would
X Salty Bob: lock ye way. I will always ask ye fer next asighment, an each of those like this job 'ere
NimTheThief: ::She looked calmly at him but inside she was seething. She knew the smell of slavery in its many forms and she understood his meaning very well. There would be no end to these 'assignments' at least not till she found her own end.
NimTheThief: very well then, so he didn't take her warning and had found his fate. After she had collected her gold from him she would arrange his death, not by her own hands of course, but through anothers. Maybe even his own crew. She could
NimTheThief: make the most interesting things come about with a wink...a smile...a softly worded suggestion, and she would find freedom from his promised 'assignments.' one way or another. Yet for now none of this could be read in her gentle
NimTheThief: brown eyes.:: "Very well. What is it that you seek and where can it be found?" <e>
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