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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/29/2017 4:27:50 AM
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A man stood over her then, wearing a duster, a wide grin on his rough face. A good shirt beard framed a strong jaw, blue eyes and prominent cheek bones. The man was a looker, she had to admit. White teeth flashed at her, as he stuck a gloved hand out to her.
"Well, I've seen people blow things up, but a bar?
All that wasted whiskey, its almost a crime."
He chuckled then.
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[i]Handsome as he was, she thought to himself, she still swung for the other team. Still, didn't stop her from firmly taking his gloved hand into her own, pulling herself up and off of the ground with a soft groan. Cody would get a glance at the hole in her helmet, just big enough to show a golden eye and a red eyebrow. A redhead, no doubt, and one with very pretty eyes, at that.[/i] "A whiskey man, eh?" [i]She asked with a light laugh of her own, the corners of her lips curling up into an unseen grin.[/i] "Person'ly prefer rum, but 'ey, to each 'eir own."
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The man scratched his rugged beard then, making a whatever gesture after. "Hey, to each their own. Redhead though? And rum? Damn, a woman after my heart. But most these days swing the other way, I can't deny that stuff is hot though." The man grinned again then, getting a good measure on what was the limit for jokes.
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[i]Seemed he wasn't getting to the border of what the nameless woman found acceptable yet, though, if the amused chuckle that answered his words was anything to go by. She nodded in agreement, her hands folding together.[/i] "Aye, gotta agree there... 'n yeah, I'm one of 'em -- sorry t'disappoint, eh?" [i]She was quick to unclasp her hands, though they reunited at the back of her helm, fingers intertwining as she looked up and at the sky, head cocking back. It was certainly a pretty day, even with all the smoke blocking the sun.[/i] "Name's Helena."
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"Blackwall, Cody Blackwall. Smuggler, con-artist, and gun for hire." He crossed his arms then, glancing up for the moment.
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"Crimson Void... glorified space pirate." [i]Her eyes found themselves looking back down at Cody, giving him a curious enough once-over, though she soon looked back into his eyes. Interesting man, this one.[/i]
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Cody himself was a sight to behold, holsters seen on both thighs under the coat, rugged clothing, a metal chest piece over his torso, the man did match up with his description. Most lamely he had weapons hidden all over him, most obvious was the holsters. His appearance was rough, but graceful in a sense, sapphires eyes countered by slicked back brown hair and a chestnut beard.
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[i]Helena was... somewhat of a sight herself, even if her kit was hidden beneath that trench coat of hers, the rough thing reaching to around the middle of her thighs in length. Beneath the coat, lining the insides of it, Cody could catch a glimpse of all sorts of guns within holsters and straps -- all of them either a pistol of a revolver.[/i] "So then, what brings ya 'ere, Cody?"
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"Well I mean its not like some loud explosion went off at my favorite bar, and some girl was laying in the middle of it. I dunno, could be anything really." The man smiled then, teasing Helena.
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"Guess it'll always be a mystery," [i]Hel joked back at Cody, her grin practically etched onto her lips at this point -- she'd been amused from the moment the man first opened his mouth, really.[/i] "Truly somethin' we'll never decipher. Think ya might like this, though." [i]Her hands moved away from the back of her head, left one slipping into the inside of her coat, digging through stuff and things until, at long last, she pulled a bottle that was... surprisingly, very much intact. It was whiskey, coincidentally, but the bourbon... type of it. Man, how much space did she have beneath that thing?[/i]
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Cody let out an amused huff. "You have one of those too!? Damn I thought I was the only one!" He reached into his own duster then, producing a good sized metal bottle, popping the top, alcohol was smelled then, cinnamon, whiskey. Most likely burned good going down.
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"What, the magic coat or the alcohol bottle? 'Cause the bottle I snatched b'fore I blew ev'rythin' t'high hell..." [i]Helena sorta just pushed the glass bottle into Cody's arms, her hand dipping into the great, vast, eternal abyss underneath her coat, soon bringing out a second bottle, this one a personal favourite of the pirate. Kraken Black Spiced Rum.[/i]
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"I mean, my coat is magical, but not on that level." He chuckled, sealing the bottle and tucking it away again, opening the glass one and sniffing its contents.
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[i]It smelled a bit like warm caramel and toasted vanilla, like a tasty dessert presented to him. Even deeper still, spiced chocolate dry-down and a barest hint of cherry, even just an accent of leather. It was an interesting smell, and one befitting of bourbon. Nice.[/i] "Magically stylish," [i]She jested with a light laugh, finally pausing her rummaging through all that she had hidden.[/i]
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"Hell yeah it is. And it could probably store my entire shipment in it as well. Damn that would be amazing. And quite the joke with authorities." He grinned again, downing some of the drink, then put the cap back on.
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[i]It tasted nice and rich, a bit like how it smelled -- overall just good. Either way, the shipment Cody mentioned definitely got Helena's attention, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.[/i] "Ha! Yea, yea, I can imagine... What's your shipment made of, though? What kinda things d'ya like?"
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"Closed deal, delivered to the buyer and only that buyer. I may be a low life, but I'm good at what I do."
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"I don't want ya t'deliver anythin' of your shipment t'me," [i]She retorted with a slight shrug of her shoulders,[/i] "I just wanna know what y're sellin'."
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"That I can't say, I don't expose the contents or anything in contracts."
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"How d'ya get new buyers, then? Seems like a bad business strat t'me."
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"What, keeping my contract info confidential? I put my name out there, get a deal, but don't discuss the details with anyone but the buyer."
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"A-ha, a-ha... 'n how does one b'come a buyer?" [i]Hel seemed to be pushing it for a reason, clearly intent on... becoming a buyer. Maybe she just wanted more merchandise.[/i]
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"The stuff I'm delivering, sweetheart, isn't up for grabs. Someone already bought it, paid me to get it to its destination. I'm not a trader, I'm a smuggler."
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[i]And basically, she was just rеtаrded. A silent "oh" came from the other side of the helmet, Helena's left hand semi-awkwardly tapping the back of her helm, fingertips drumming on the metal.[/i] "Ah, like that, then..."
