Post by Captain Marcos de La Costa on Jun 27, 2008 19:04:30 GMT -6
Captain Marcos: Marcos would make his way from his ship, across the dock wooden planks and toward the establishment closest by. A drink was needed as his recent voyage had been a long and tiresome one. With his rapier by his side, his blue captains coat, gold vest and white ruffled tunic that were met by black breeches and boots his strolled in with a flashy grin to Grufford. "Senor ... my drink please and a good man you are for it." He said as he approached the bar.<d
Anna Marie: :: She entered the quietly, dressed in black gown. the over layer was velvet fabric with a sqaure neck, and tight fitting upper sleeves, which turn back below over long false sleeves, held together with aigelettes. the gown is worn over a spanish farthingale and opens over an under skirt of blue violet, with a silver embrodery of wave like patters. hanging in the center of the under skirt is a pomander with a rose hanging down the bottom. on the boddice she wore a round golden broach which stood out since the gown was dark. the broach had six danging pearls hanging down the bottom, while the center had a dark jade stone in the center. while she wore wore a pearl necklace wrapped about her neck twice with a cross hanging down the first wrap which was tighty like a chocker around her neck, while the second wrap was loose. her long dark hair was parted in the center, and wrapped in a loose bun hidden behind a diamond shaped headress which had a pearl bordery around it and a long black veil hanging down the back hiding the bun. her Hands were clasped together as she moved forward toward the counter.:: *d*
Captain Marcos: Grufford was a good man indeed and as he set a mug of ale before Marcos and went on about his business with seeing to other things with a smirk. The Spaniard had become a regular here along with his crew from The Nereida. Marcos took up the mug with a grin, bringing it to his lips as eyes glanced to the door due to sound. A second glance was awarded seeing a familiar face and a hefty swallow of the ale was taken before he spoke in greetings. "Ah... Senorita Anna Marie... what a surprise it is to see you here." <d
Bess: The summer tide turned a curious twist on the shore; unusual flows of saline water carried in mystery and out the people who were apt to follow the trails that would solve them. Just as she had been welcomed, but a day or more later the Highland Duchess had slipped out of the harbor with little fanfare. No one heard her slack the mooring lines away, nor the wood creak, or sailcloth unfurl. Beathag hadn't talked on what it was per say that carried her away from home, but perhaps on this return she'd be open to speaking. Her lips had tales a'plenty underneath the tier of blushed lips curved in a half smile. Sir Kendrew opened the door that she stepped through, boots making tell-tale echo over floorboards as the path was crossed towards the bar. Riding gloves were pulled away from hands that brushed across the cream summer linen riding dress. (d)
Anna Marie: :: Seeing marcus a smile would form on those pale features, and she would curtsey to the man, when she rose her jade eyes would meet his own, while a pale hand rose from the layers of black velvet and silk . offering her hand for his to take if he wished." I could not live a day or another without thanking the man who saved me on our first eve of meeting from a crazed man who wished to spread his deases of the plaque on us and those present with us captain.:: another smile would appear on her features before speaking again.:: "nor I could Live another eve or day with out meeting him again" *d*
Captain Marcos: Mug was set aside for the moment as Anna Marie closed the distance between them. Before the two could further speak, another lovely figure walked in and his dark brown gaze settled on the Duchess of these lands. As the Highlander neared him, he gave a deep bow and smiled as he rose and spoke. "Senora Duchess... what a pleasure to see you. I was beginning to wonder if you vanished from my sights like all lovely women like yourself often do." He said teasinglywith that oh so charming smile. The man honestly couldn't help it, that smile, his looks and his accent often got him much more attention than he sometimes wished. However, that didn't mean it did not come in handy at other times. He then looked to Anna Marie, gave her a wink and leaned in to whisper to her. "Por favor... forgive me, but I must speak to the Duchess first, and Gracias Senorita... I was only doing what a honorable man is meant to do." <d
Bess: A floor length, sleevless over-robe completed the riding ensemble. It was comprised of woven silk brocades, sending the vinework about until it framed the tell-tale golden griffin near the hems of her dress. It swirled to the fore as an arm swept it round for the confident woman to assume a seat on a vacant stool to survey the gathered crowds. Even in all the finery one could not remove roots; heady, will-o-the-wisp sparks from old steel meeting with thunder clap fueled the glow in moor's green gaze. "Captain de la Costa, good day to ye! Ah, m'friend, forgive meh. Business much has called the Aberdeens away but now I promise to tether m'self hence awhile. Ye have kept well in m'absence I hope?" Sir Kendrew was next to offer his hand, a bow, and a greeting to the good Senor of some notable fame in the courts these days. "A drink, good Captain? Will you and your company join us?" He bowed next to the Lady present (sodina) for he was always a gentleman of the highest caliber. The sun had begun to tan his skin, for where his Lady went, he too went. Beathag turned to the room to cant her head in greeting to the assembled before Grufford leaned forward to talk of what business carried her so often away, " Ah, tis a tale m'friend, a good tale." (d)
Anna Marie: I shall be waiting M' lord .:: she would curtsey to the man again, and move toward the nearest table to sit:: *d*
glass dahlia: Locks of blonde hair soaked with dirt and filth hung at the side of her face, a hand covered with a leather glove came up to brush the excess hair out of her eyes. Dark as the cloudy ocean at midnight, her attention was locked onto the alcohol being sold. A red bandana was tightly wrapped around the top of her head, pieces of worthless jewelry hanging out from under it, a part of her messy locks of hair. The coat over her shoulders use to be a fine piece of work for a Nobel, but now on her, it was ripped and abused, buttons missing and elbows re patched from continuous wear. Pants were long and baggy, holes on the bottom from being dragged across the ground for years shortened the length to fit her size. All that was needed to complete her image would be a parrot and a peg leg, and she would have been a stereotypical storybook pirate, much like the infamous Long John Silver. She smelled of the sea, as if her clothing had been soaked in salgirl-thingyer and dried out continuously. One would almost expect hermit crabs to come pouring out of her pockets. Almost falling into the bar, she pulled herself up onto a stool, but ended up knocking it over, and remained standing, allowing the counter to support her weight. "Tenda! Mhhh..." She hiccuped. "Yer strrroongest drink! I- I can take it I can..."
Captain Marcos: His Gaze left Anna Marie for a moment as he looked back to the Duchess while she gave her reply and spoke. Marcos grinned as his lips parted and more fluidly accented words were expelled once more. "Ah...si Senora Duchess... I do not think your people or lands could do any better for a man like me. They make me feel at home while away from home..." The Captain said jesting. His dark chocolate orbs shifted to Sir Kendrew and she smiled more as his hand moved retrieve the mug of ale. "I am already ahead of you mi amigo...." Lifting it to his lips for another hefty swallow before moving off to join him and the Duchess at their table. Eyes went back to Anna Marie as she moved off, his look alone almost seem to beckon her to come and sit with them, and enjoy the talk as well as the company. Just as Marcos was about to take his seat though, a noise from behind would catch his attention and he looked to the one falling, from over his shoulder with an arched dark brow. A smirk, as his eyes moved to Grufford, wondering if the man would serve her as it was obvious she had past her limit. The Captain the returned his attentions to those gathered around him before taking his seat. "Senora Duchess... tell us of your recent voyages...si? and then perhaps you and I can talk business...hm?" He asked with a smile.<d
Bess: His company could follow if she elected to do so, but for the time being Kendrew was humored by the Captain's quick jest for his own. "If such is the case," he retorted, " I best be catchin' up. Grufford! Whiskey if ye would, I've missed the brews of home.." Good old Grufford! He never said much, but he always had been a man of action. He turned around to get the requisite brew, knowing full well her Grace would want a touch of it and nothing of the lighter, fluffier stock little girls playing at being grown ups drank when they snuck from their escorts to the Dockside Pubs. Beathag noticed the Lady at a distant table, and another in a hard fraught state from the sea, land, and alcohol. A curl of wheat wove down to her cheek, only to be flicked away by fingers to reside behind the ear. "I took a trip to Scotland,Sir Captain. To Edinburgh, Glasglow, then up north....to Aberdeen," the bar became her map as knots in the wood became land mass, finger tracing it carefully, " the first two to a mission o' goodwill for the supporters there. Despite the..likin' o' the English it still has a Scott's flare for temper," wry was her smile. What had she seen? "In Aberdeen, Robert the Bruce has done right fine for himself, and on a mission there I was of good will, and artistic measures. There in his fine new castle was a prince o' France n' one o' your beloved Spain. I am nay sure if it was the drink, the air, or both, but all of them listened to the speech o' a woman. In a month's time or so we shall have a welcomin' for them, and the revealing...of a new world map for the libraries o' each country." Was there more? Of course there was, but she let him take that in first (d)
ur attenshun plz: The man who walked into the pub was not an attractive man. In fact, one might go so far as to say he was unattractive. Homely. Ugly, perhaps, if one was feeling particularly malicious. The grim expression on his face didn't exactly help, either. His hair was a dark shade of uninteresting, his nose pointed and his lips thin. The brown coat he wore was growing tattered at the ends and he gripped it close around him with long, thin fingers. His footsteps were slow and cautious, carrying him towards the bar counter. He gave the regally dressed lady and her companions a wide berth, sticking to the far end. A crude leather satchel was removed from his shoulders as he nodded curtly to the barman to come when he was free. (d)
Anna Marie: :: Seeing Marcus face, she couldn't resist but smile. Like a trance her form would rise, and move to rest just below her bust as she approached his table. moving around him she would sit beside him slowly. her hands would move to the arms of the chair lightly caressing the ends gently before sititng straight and leaning back in her seat smiling to Marcus once more.:: *d*
Bess: "Welcome, to the Pub," Grufford opened his mouth to speak. It seemed..proper. After all, the people tripping, setting the door to swinging on the hinge paid the coin to the till that kept the roof aloft over his head. He chewed on his tongue, sending another tender and one of the serving girls out into the crowd to take orders (Grufford + 2 serving staff are NPCs to be used for ordering and such ). The hour foretold late luncheon, nearing to supper, tell tale by the scent of soup wafting from the kitchen. The sun was hob knobbing with clouds with a dip a little lower than the quarter hour before, infusing the room with a shimmery quality of light to bounce off the dust or shadow. As she turned her head, the Duchess took notice of another visitor to the table, "Good day, m'lady," she said,taking her whiskey and bringing it to her lips (d)
Captain Marcos: Marcos had grown quite as to give the Dutchess the respectful attention a woman like her deserved before letting his eyes drift to Anna Marie while she took her seat. She smiled and it would only coax one of his own with an addiction of a wink before sounds were heard at the bar with Grufford, indication a new arrival. The Captain would give a curt nod to the new entry before shifting his eyes and attention back to the Duchess. "Well, Senora Duchess...perhaps I can add more good news to that for which you have already been granted...si?" The Spaniard asked as he sat up and leaned forward with a flash of pearly white teeth that were near perfect. "I have heard of the needed men to aide you and others to fight off the English...with that said, what would you say to my offering, of my own crew and ship in this?" Marcos' reasons would go unannounced for now, at least until the Highlander asked. <d
Bess: The Captain of Espania had manners as smooth as as a sea gone to a surface like crystaline glass. He could shame the highest born noble with his charm, poise, and sufficent examples of chivalry. With this in the company of wit and humor, it was no wonder why along the docks they spoke of him gaining a well deserved favor among the Griffin Court. Why, soon? The man could be a titled man in his own right! His offer broadened these prospects in order that with a comission into the navy, he might ascend to heights on a brilliant golden star. So his offer was instantly returned with, " Twould be an honor to have ye n' your men serve with us. You..do realize our list of enemies would extend beyond the English, aye? With rising fame comes the rising costs of more people to beat ye down for it." She reclined against her chair, "Admiral's flynn's place will soon be in Ulster, commandin' the ships o' tha' soveriegn province...so...we shall be in need of good Captains, and in time, a fine Admiral. Wot say ye, then? Should you ascend in service and deeds?" (d)
ur attenshun plz: Ears perked up -- well, not literally -- at the mention of the English. The ugly man leaned in over his pint of ale, sipping it slowly, not wanting the merest splash to disturb the line from his ear to the group across the way. As for himself, he looked as though he would have little interest in the wars of the land. He was thin, not built to be a knight in the least. He also looked rather shabby and travel-worn, as if he had not had a decent bed in days,surely not one of title and nobility. Still, he listened on. He was rather impressed with himself, having found one so deeply entangled in the fight. (d)
Anna Marie: :: redden cheeks would appear, and stood out on her pale features at the returned smile and playful wink right back at him. a hand from the chair to rest in her lap so none could see while she moved a hand to carress his thigh playfully, but only a second so not to distract him long.::
Captain Marcos: "Si Senora Duchess... I understand this very much. All the more reason to give me the pleasure in aiding all those that join you in these matters." He leaned back in his chair then, happy that the Duchess accepted his offer. "As far as people wanting to beat me down and see my end... that is something I have grown very accustom to Senora Duchess. Even when I left my beloved Espainia, trouble, she did always find me whether I wish it or not." A drink of ale taken then as he added on. "And si... it would be my honor to serve and protect you, your people and these beautiful lands." A single dark brow arched as there was a feeling upon his thigh. He glanced down and then to the Lady by his side. He smirked, whispering in her ear. "Senorita... you are very bold, but por favor... not here. You would have me become a dishonorable man and doing such would displease my momma. That I would not like to do, for fear she may come and haunt me as my punishment." He tried to play off the action with his own smooth move, face looking as stoic as ever while returning his attention to the Duchess. <d
Anna Marie: ::She would dipp her head in reply a smile acknowledging his wishes, she would rest her hands in her lap keeping their for now.::
Bess: " Please, Captain, you may call me Lady Bess. We have done enough formality n' shared enough company to be a might more familiar. If it gives ye pleasure than so be it. Welcome to the service o' the Griffin Fleet. We shall see to it ye've a set o' colors to fly on your ship." She was just about to extend her hand to him when the Lady across the table began to flush three shades of scarlet! "M'heave ns girl, ye look so flushed! shall we open a window?" (d)
Captain Marcos: Marcos then smiled and nodded. "As you wish Senora Bess...just know I do so out of respect of you as well as mi momma. She raised me to continue in such ways unless asked to do otherwise." He replied with a flashy grin. " And gracias... I will proudly fly those colors upon my ship as I have my own." Truth be told, Marcos couldn't wait for battle, as his sea nymph had not had reason to use her eight guns for sometime. His men were well overdue for a chance to be the rowdy crew they were, but of course within limits, when it came to manners and such when serving on his ship. He always told his men to treat the women as if they were their mothers, sisters or daughters unless asked otherwise. That they would suffer the consequences if he were to hear or see differntly because he simply did not put up with the type that were willing to undo all his good deeds and good name on their own selfish actions, wants, or needs. His gaze left that of the Duchess and Kendrew and looked to Anna Marie. A dark brow arched and he grinned shamelessly before returning his attention back to the Duchess. "Also, Senora Bess... feel free to call me Marcos. As we have done enough formality and shared enough company to be a might more familiar." added with that infamous smile. <d
Anna Marie: ::she couldn't help but giggle as his chuckle::her eyes drifting to the duchess:: " I fair alright M' lady. It was just a tingle to my cheeks I often get it at times, I think it be because I smile too much or with fascinating company :: she then looked at marcus and notice he had looked at her again and she smiled toward him again.::
ur attenshun plz: The topic was passed over fairly quickly, it would seem, with the regal lady moving on to tease the other woman. Regal lady... the Spaniard had addressed her a duchess. The one and only duchess, the ugly young man presumed. He turned in his seat just a little, one elbow leaning ever so casually on the bar counter, pint of ale in the opposite hand. He let his eyes move over the woman while she was distracted in her conversation, studying her with mild curiosity. He'd seen duchesses before, both from afar and from... well, not so far. He kept on drinking, trying to keep the looks over the edge of his mug discreet. (d)
Bess: "So long as ye are well miss," The Highlander tilted her head. Smiling too much or fascinating company, both were equally good reasons for scarlet cheeks. All the same, she gave a little finger lift so that a window would be cracked lest the fascination send the poor girl swooning to the floor if such kept up! The topic at hand would be resumed. She drank deeply of her whiskey while Kendrew chimed in, "Her Grace didn't mention the business of what duty his majesty graced her with," he grinned, crossing his leg with ankle resting on opposite thigh. She shook her head before turning to the Captain with a wry grin. Kendrew lifted up his brew as the story began, "The King asks if her Grace has any sort of skill tha' will nay make his men die of shame. He wished to see if the stories were true, so he asks his Graces for demonstration with his best. The Duke? Ah, his lance, his tactic, hand to hand could nay be bested. His sword? Ah. Her Graces aim with steel..why ye can imagine the look on his majesty's face, vera pleased he was, Captain. M'think he wishes his men trained on the island now." He laughed as the Duchess shook her head, "But," said he, "the most favored talent o' his majesty? Why..the woman's harpin! Called it the likes he has nay heard since his grandfather's time." (d)
Anna Marie: "very" :: a nod was given toward the dutchesa, her hands moving to rest upon the arms of her seat.::*d*
Captain Marcos: Marcos continued to sit and listen with a glance to Anna Marie before back to the Duchess. The rumbling in his chest was low but audible and his laughter that escaped was deep but gained pitch as it continued. "Ah... not only is Senora Bess beautiful but deadly...hm?" He jested as he took of his ale, finished it off and stood to his feet. "If you will all pardon me, I must take my leave for a short time but will return." He adjusted his coat and rapier before bowing and exiting.<d
Anna Marie: :: She entered the quietly, dressed in black gown. the over layer was velvet fabric with a sqaure neck, and tight fitting upper sleeves, which turn back below over long false sleeves, held together with aigelettes. the gown is worn over a spanish farthingale and opens over an under skirt of blue violet, with a silver embrodery of wave like patters. hanging in the center of the under skirt is a pomander with a rose hanging down the bottom. on the boddice she wore a round golden broach which stood out since the gown was dark. the broach had six danging pearls hanging down the bottom, while the center had a dark jade stone in the center. while she wore wore a pearl necklace wrapped about her neck twice with a cross hanging down the first wrap which was tighty like a chocker around her neck, while the second wrap was loose. her long dark hair was parted in the center, and wrapped in a loose bun hidden behind a diamond shaped headress which had a pearl bordery around it and a long black veil hanging down the back hiding the bun. her Hands were clasped together as she moved forward toward the counter.:: *d*
Captain Marcos: Grufford was a good man indeed and as he set a mug of ale before Marcos and went on about his business with seeing to other things with a smirk. The Spaniard had become a regular here along with his crew from The Nereida. Marcos took up the mug with a grin, bringing it to his lips as eyes glanced to the door due to sound. A second glance was awarded seeing a familiar face and a hefty swallow of the ale was taken before he spoke in greetings. "Ah... Senorita Anna Marie... what a surprise it is to see you here." <d
Bess: The summer tide turned a curious twist on the shore; unusual flows of saline water carried in mystery and out the people who were apt to follow the trails that would solve them. Just as she had been welcomed, but a day or more later the Highland Duchess had slipped out of the harbor with little fanfare. No one heard her slack the mooring lines away, nor the wood creak, or sailcloth unfurl. Beathag hadn't talked on what it was per say that carried her away from home, but perhaps on this return she'd be open to speaking. Her lips had tales a'plenty underneath the tier of blushed lips curved in a half smile. Sir Kendrew opened the door that she stepped through, boots making tell-tale echo over floorboards as the path was crossed towards the bar. Riding gloves were pulled away from hands that brushed across the cream summer linen riding dress. (d)
Anna Marie: :: Seeing marcus a smile would form on those pale features, and she would curtsey to the man, when she rose her jade eyes would meet his own, while a pale hand rose from the layers of black velvet and silk . offering her hand for his to take if he wished." I could not live a day or another without thanking the man who saved me on our first eve of meeting from a crazed man who wished to spread his deases of the plaque on us and those present with us captain.:: another smile would appear on her features before speaking again.:: "nor I could Live another eve or day with out meeting him again" *d*
Captain Marcos: Mug was set aside for the moment as Anna Marie closed the distance between them. Before the two could further speak, another lovely figure walked in and his dark brown gaze settled on the Duchess of these lands. As the Highlander neared him, he gave a deep bow and smiled as he rose and spoke. "Senora Duchess... what a pleasure to see you. I was beginning to wonder if you vanished from my sights like all lovely women like yourself often do." He said teasinglywith that oh so charming smile. The man honestly couldn't help it, that smile, his looks and his accent often got him much more attention than he sometimes wished. However, that didn't mean it did not come in handy at other times. He then looked to Anna Marie, gave her a wink and leaned in to whisper to her. "Por favor... forgive me, but I must speak to the Duchess first, and Gracias Senorita... I was only doing what a honorable man is meant to do." <d
Bess: A floor length, sleevless over-robe completed the riding ensemble. It was comprised of woven silk brocades, sending the vinework about until it framed the tell-tale golden griffin near the hems of her dress. It swirled to the fore as an arm swept it round for the confident woman to assume a seat on a vacant stool to survey the gathered crowds. Even in all the finery one could not remove roots; heady, will-o-the-wisp sparks from old steel meeting with thunder clap fueled the glow in moor's green gaze. "Captain de la Costa, good day to ye! Ah, m'friend, forgive meh. Business much has called the Aberdeens away but now I promise to tether m'self hence awhile. Ye have kept well in m'absence I hope?" Sir Kendrew was next to offer his hand, a bow, and a greeting to the good Senor of some notable fame in the courts these days. "A drink, good Captain? Will you and your company join us?" He bowed next to the Lady present (sodina) for he was always a gentleman of the highest caliber. The sun had begun to tan his skin, for where his Lady went, he too went. Beathag turned to the room to cant her head in greeting to the assembled before Grufford leaned forward to talk of what business carried her so often away, " Ah, tis a tale m'friend, a good tale." (d)
Anna Marie: I shall be waiting M' lord .:: she would curtsey to the man again, and move toward the nearest table to sit:: *d*
glass dahlia: Locks of blonde hair soaked with dirt and filth hung at the side of her face, a hand covered with a leather glove came up to brush the excess hair out of her eyes. Dark as the cloudy ocean at midnight, her attention was locked onto the alcohol being sold. A red bandana was tightly wrapped around the top of her head, pieces of worthless jewelry hanging out from under it, a part of her messy locks of hair. The coat over her shoulders use to be a fine piece of work for a Nobel, but now on her, it was ripped and abused, buttons missing and elbows re patched from continuous wear. Pants were long and baggy, holes on the bottom from being dragged across the ground for years shortened the length to fit her size. All that was needed to complete her image would be a parrot and a peg leg, and she would have been a stereotypical storybook pirate, much like the infamous Long John Silver. She smelled of the sea, as if her clothing had been soaked in salgirl-thingyer and dried out continuously. One would almost expect hermit crabs to come pouring out of her pockets. Almost falling into the bar, she pulled herself up onto a stool, but ended up knocking it over, and remained standing, allowing the counter to support her weight. "Tenda! Mhhh..." She hiccuped. "Yer strrroongest drink! I- I can take it I can..."
Captain Marcos: His Gaze left Anna Marie for a moment as he looked back to the Duchess while she gave her reply and spoke. Marcos grinned as his lips parted and more fluidly accented words were expelled once more. "Ah...si Senora Duchess... I do not think your people or lands could do any better for a man like me. They make me feel at home while away from home..." The Captain said jesting. His dark chocolate orbs shifted to Sir Kendrew and she smiled more as his hand moved retrieve the mug of ale. "I am already ahead of you mi amigo...." Lifting it to his lips for another hefty swallow before moving off to join him and the Duchess at their table. Eyes went back to Anna Marie as she moved off, his look alone almost seem to beckon her to come and sit with them, and enjoy the talk as well as the company. Just as Marcos was about to take his seat though, a noise from behind would catch his attention and he looked to the one falling, from over his shoulder with an arched dark brow. A smirk, as his eyes moved to Grufford, wondering if the man would serve her as it was obvious she had past her limit. The Captain the returned his attentions to those gathered around him before taking his seat. "Senora Duchess... tell us of your recent voyages...si? and then perhaps you and I can talk business...hm?" He asked with a smile.<d
Bess: His company could follow if she elected to do so, but for the time being Kendrew was humored by the Captain's quick jest for his own. "If such is the case," he retorted, " I best be catchin' up. Grufford! Whiskey if ye would, I've missed the brews of home.." Good old Grufford! He never said much, but he always had been a man of action. He turned around to get the requisite brew, knowing full well her Grace would want a touch of it and nothing of the lighter, fluffier stock little girls playing at being grown ups drank when they snuck from their escorts to the Dockside Pubs. Beathag noticed the Lady at a distant table, and another in a hard fraught state from the sea, land, and alcohol. A curl of wheat wove down to her cheek, only to be flicked away by fingers to reside behind the ear. "I took a trip to Scotland,Sir Captain. To Edinburgh, Glasglow, then up north....to Aberdeen," the bar became her map as knots in the wood became land mass, finger tracing it carefully, " the first two to a mission o' goodwill for the supporters there. Despite the..likin' o' the English it still has a Scott's flare for temper," wry was her smile. What had she seen? "In Aberdeen, Robert the Bruce has done right fine for himself, and on a mission there I was of good will, and artistic measures. There in his fine new castle was a prince o' France n' one o' your beloved Spain. I am nay sure if it was the drink, the air, or both, but all of them listened to the speech o' a woman. In a month's time or so we shall have a welcomin' for them, and the revealing...of a new world map for the libraries o' each country." Was there more? Of course there was, but she let him take that in first (d)
ur attenshun plz: The man who walked into the pub was not an attractive man. In fact, one might go so far as to say he was unattractive. Homely. Ugly, perhaps, if one was feeling particularly malicious. The grim expression on his face didn't exactly help, either. His hair was a dark shade of uninteresting, his nose pointed and his lips thin. The brown coat he wore was growing tattered at the ends and he gripped it close around him with long, thin fingers. His footsteps were slow and cautious, carrying him towards the bar counter. He gave the regally dressed lady and her companions a wide berth, sticking to the far end. A crude leather satchel was removed from his shoulders as he nodded curtly to the barman to come when he was free. (d)
Anna Marie: :: Seeing Marcus face, she couldn't resist but smile. Like a trance her form would rise, and move to rest just below her bust as she approached his table. moving around him she would sit beside him slowly. her hands would move to the arms of the chair lightly caressing the ends gently before sititng straight and leaning back in her seat smiling to Marcus once more.:: *d*
Bess: "Welcome, to the Pub," Grufford opened his mouth to speak. It seemed..proper. After all, the people tripping, setting the door to swinging on the hinge paid the coin to the till that kept the roof aloft over his head. He chewed on his tongue, sending another tender and one of the serving girls out into the crowd to take orders (Grufford + 2 serving staff are NPCs to be used for ordering and such ). The hour foretold late luncheon, nearing to supper, tell tale by the scent of soup wafting from the kitchen. The sun was hob knobbing with clouds with a dip a little lower than the quarter hour before, infusing the room with a shimmery quality of light to bounce off the dust or shadow. As she turned her head, the Duchess took notice of another visitor to the table, "Good day, m'lady," she said,taking her whiskey and bringing it to her lips (d)
Captain Marcos: Marcos had grown quite as to give the Dutchess the respectful attention a woman like her deserved before letting his eyes drift to Anna Marie while she took her seat. She smiled and it would only coax one of his own with an addiction of a wink before sounds were heard at the bar with Grufford, indication a new arrival. The Captain would give a curt nod to the new entry before shifting his eyes and attention back to the Duchess. "Well, Senora Duchess...perhaps I can add more good news to that for which you have already been granted...si?" The Spaniard asked as he sat up and leaned forward with a flash of pearly white teeth that were near perfect. "I have heard of the needed men to aide you and others to fight off the English...with that said, what would you say to my offering, of my own crew and ship in this?" Marcos' reasons would go unannounced for now, at least until the Highlander asked. <d
Bess: The Captain of Espania had manners as smooth as as a sea gone to a surface like crystaline glass. He could shame the highest born noble with his charm, poise, and sufficent examples of chivalry. With this in the company of wit and humor, it was no wonder why along the docks they spoke of him gaining a well deserved favor among the Griffin Court. Why, soon? The man could be a titled man in his own right! His offer broadened these prospects in order that with a comission into the navy, he might ascend to heights on a brilliant golden star. So his offer was instantly returned with, " Twould be an honor to have ye n' your men serve with us. You..do realize our list of enemies would extend beyond the English, aye? With rising fame comes the rising costs of more people to beat ye down for it." She reclined against her chair, "Admiral's flynn's place will soon be in Ulster, commandin' the ships o' tha' soveriegn province...so...we shall be in need of good Captains, and in time, a fine Admiral. Wot say ye, then? Should you ascend in service and deeds?" (d)
ur attenshun plz: Ears perked up -- well, not literally -- at the mention of the English. The ugly man leaned in over his pint of ale, sipping it slowly, not wanting the merest splash to disturb the line from his ear to the group across the way. As for himself, he looked as though he would have little interest in the wars of the land. He was thin, not built to be a knight in the least. He also looked rather shabby and travel-worn, as if he had not had a decent bed in days,surely not one of title and nobility. Still, he listened on. He was rather impressed with himself, having found one so deeply entangled in the fight. (d)
Anna Marie: :: redden cheeks would appear, and stood out on her pale features at the returned smile and playful wink right back at him. a hand from the chair to rest in her lap so none could see while she moved a hand to carress his thigh playfully, but only a second so not to distract him long.::
Captain Marcos: "Si Senora Duchess... I understand this very much. All the more reason to give me the pleasure in aiding all those that join you in these matters." He leaned back in his chair then, happy that the Duchess accepted his offer. "As far as people wanting to beat me down and see my end... that is something I have grown very accustom to Senora Duchess. Even when I left my beloved Espainia, trouble, she did always find me whether I wish it or not." A drink of ale taken then as he added on. "And si... it would be my honor to serve and protect you, your people and these beautiful lands." A single dark brow arched as there was a feeling upon his thigh. He glanced down and then to the Lady by his side. He smirked, whispering in her ear. "Senorita... you are very bold, but por favor... not here. You would have me become a dishonorable man and doing such would displease my momma. That I would not like to do, for fear she may come and haunt me as my punishment." He tried to play off the action with his own smooth move, face looking as stoic as ever while returning his attention to the Duchess. <d
Anna Marie: ::She would dipp her head in reply a smile acknowledging his wishes, she would rest her hands in her lap keeping their for now.::
Bess: " Please, Captain, you may call me Lady Bess. We have done enough formality n' shared enough company to be a might more familiar. If it gives ye pleasure than so be it. Welcome to the service o' the Griffin Fleet. We shall see to it ye've a set o' colors to fly on your ship." She was just about to extend her hand to him when the Lady across the table began to flush three shades of scarlet! "M'heave ns girl, ye look so flushed! shall we open a window?" (d)
Captain Marcos: Marcos then smiled and nodded. "As you wish Senora Bess...just know I do so out of respect of you as well as mi momma. She raised me to continue in such ways unless asked to do otherwise." He replied with a flashy grin. " And gracias... I will proudly fly those colors upon my ship as I have my own." Truth be told, Marcos couldn't wait for battle, as his sea nymph had not had reason to use her eight guns for sometime. His men were well overdue for a chance to be the rowdy crew they were, but of course within limits, when it came to manners and such when serving on his ship. He always told his men to treat the women as if they were their mothers, sisters or daughters unless asked otherwise. That they would suffer the consequences if he were to hear or see differntly because he simply did not put up with the type that were willing to undo all his good deeds and good name on their own selfish actions, wants, or needs. His gaze left that of the Duchess and Kendrew and looked to Anna Marie. A dark brow arched and he grinned shamelessly before returning his attention back to the Duchess. "Also, Senora Bess... feel free to call me Marcos. As we have done enough formality and shared enough company to be a might more familiar." added with that infamous smile. <d
Anna Marie: ::she couldn't help but giggle as his chuckle::her eyes drifting to the duchess:: " I fair alright M' lady. It was just a tingle to my cheeks I often get it at times, I think it be because I smile too much or with fascinating company :: she then looked at marcus and notice he had looked at her again and she smiled toward him again.::
ur attenshun plz: The topic was passed over fairly quickly, it would seem, with the regal lady moving on to tease the other woman. Regal lady... the Spaniard had addressed her a duchess. The one and only duchess, the ugly young man presumed. He turned in his seat just a little, one elbow leaning ever so casually on the bar counter, pint of ale in the opposite hand. He let his eyes move over the woman while she was distracted in her conversation, studying her with mild curiosity. He'd seen duchesses before, both from afar and from... well, not so far. He kept on drinking, trying to keep the looks over the edge of his mug discreet. (d)
Bess: "So long as ye are well miss," The Highlander tilted her head. Smiling too much or fascinating company, both were equally good reasons for scarlet cheeks. All the same, she gave a little finger lift so that a window would be cracked lest the fascination send the poor girl swooning to the floor if such kept up! The topic at hand would be resumed. She drank deeply of her whiskey while Kendrew chimed in, "Her Grace didn't mention the business of what duty his majesty graced her with," he grinned, crossing his leg with ankle resting on opposite thigh. She shook her head before turning to the Captain with a wry grin. Kendrew lifted up his brew as the story began, "The King asks if her Grace has any sort of skill tha' will nay make his men die of shame. He wished to see if the stories were true, so he asks his Graces for demonstration with his best. The Duke? Ah, his lance, his tactic, hand to hand could nay be bested. His sword? Ah. Her Graces aim with steel..why ye can imagine the look on his majesty's face, vera pleased he was, Captain. M'think he wishes his men trained on the island now." He laughed as the Duchess shook her head, "But," said he, "the most favored talent o' his majesty? Why..the woman's harpin! Called it the likes he has nay heard since his grandfather's time." (d)
Anna Marie: "very" :: a nod was given toward the dutchesa, her hands moving to rest upon the arms of her seat.::*d*
Captain Marcos: Marcos continued to sit and listen with a glance to Anna Marie before back to the Duchess. The rumbling in his chest was low but audible and his laughter that escaped was deep but gained pitch as it continued. "Ah... not only is Senora Bess beautiful but deadly...hm?" He jested as he took of his ale, finished it off and stood to his feet. "If you will all pardon me, I must take my leave for a short time but will return." He adjusted his coat and rapier before bowing and exiting.<d
