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A Good For Nothin' Louse

Characters: Captain Bastien & Whomever joins him! (Open)
Date: All throughout May
Location: Random locations in Aifaran
Situation: Doing what pirates do best? ~~Looting & pillaging!~~ Causing trouble!
Warnings/Rating: PG-14, mentions of blood, nudity & crime

I. ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴛ

"Help!"

A shrill cry shatters the fragile peace of the bay once poor Bastien got caught in that net. He forgo his pirate ways today in order to enjoy a soothing dip in the sea. It's been awhile since Bastien gotten to enjoy life as a merman. For too long he pretended to be human and even longer so spent too many days on land. He was itching for the chance to spread his fins. However, Bastien ended up getting trapped within this fishing net all thanks to his gluttony.

"Help me! Help me, please!" He yells pathetically while trying to break free. A faint trickle of blood slithers in between his turquoise scales as he keeps trashing about in the water. That absurdly long hair of his is tangled within the net too. The more he moves, the tighter the net becomes. This must belong to a commercial fisherman since its meant to gather a large quantity of fish. Too bad for Bastien that the net circled around him when he attempted to steal a tasty trout.

"HELLPPPPPPP!!!"

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II. ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs

It all happens so fast!

One moment you're walking down the street minding your own business browsing the wares and the next you're getting yanked by the arm into a nearby alleyway. It happens too fast. There's barely a moment to catch your breath before some bloke armed with a sword presses the blade against your neck. "Move and I'll run you through!" Bastien growls menacingly as he grips the hilt of his blade. If you're a fan of swords or even a historian, you might notice that the sword in question is a French rapier hailing from the 18th century. If not? It's just a fancy sword, a little too fancy for this pretty boy pirate. Maybe he stole it from someone?

Well, that's a story for another day.

"Empty your pockets, mate." Bastien smirks impishly as he steps back a little. That fancy sword of his is still awfully close to your neck. "I want all your valuables and then some. Either part with them now or part with them in death."

The pirate states in a rather arrogant tone.

"Your choice."

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III. ʏᴇ ᴏʟᴅᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜᴏʟᴇ

You know, sometimes a refreshing glass of wine is needed.

Sipping on a glass of red as the evening rolls in isn't a bad idea if done at home. There's a special place in hell for boozers who bring wine into a quaint little café like this. Blame the "Fool" for introducing Die Rosa Tulpe to Bastien. The pirate visited once before and fell in love with it. That explains why he's using this café as his own personal den as he tries to recruit a new gang while enjoying his wine.

"You, boy." He gestures to some fella who was just wandering past. Just another patron. "Want to make some riches, lad?" Bastien asks as he tilts his tricorn hat to the side in a failed attempt to look threatening. "If you got the stones for it, a pirate's life is the way to go." He suggests with a chuckle as he sips his wine. The Frenchman takes a moment to enjoy the sweet aftertaste of this brilliant brew before landing his offer. Wine as good as this must be savored slowly.

"I'm lookin' for a new crew, lad. Care to join?"

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A small grin settles briefly on Bastien's lips once he realizes that odd glow means that Trahearne is blushing. He sits there gazing at the sylvari with such fondness, just admiring that lovely purple glow. The merman doesn't say anything for awhile. He simply sits there in complete awe of Trahearne loving every last bit of this conversation until the slyvari mentions necromancy.

It's then that Bastien's love struck gaze shifts to alarm. "Necromancer...?" His eyes widens in fright. "You're a bloody soothsayer?!" The growing fear within his voice is telling. He inches away from Trahearne a little too quickly for his own good and slide right off the rock with a tud. A pained gasp escapes him once he hits the jagged rocks below.

"Ahh..." He curls up into a ball. "That's gonna leave a mark." Bastien mutters as he holds onto his side.

Of all the many things he's done, Trahearne honestly hadn't expected that part of his background to get such an extreme reaction - nor had he imagined that it would so thoroughly ruin the mood. Startled, he scrambled up to his feet and over to where Bastien had been sitting, leaning over the rock to see what shape he was in.

"Oh thorns, are you hurt?" After climbing over the rock and down the other side, Trahearne offered him a hand, to at least get him back up to sitting. It seemed like this was one of those situations where a lack of legs wasn't very helpful. "Calling me a soothsayer isn't accurate, I'm afraid. Seeing into the future is very far from what I can do with my magic."

Bastien was just about to shoot Trahearne until a tinge of pain shoots up along his right side. That and the fact he can't stand currently. He's a fish right now. A very pretty human fish but still no legs yet. Those scales are drying pretty damn slowly without a towel.

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." He mutters as he reluctantly accepts the help. "I hate being' this helpless. Me legs will sprout back eventually." Now it's Bastien's turn to be a tad embarrassed. He doesn't glow florescent purple when he blushes like Trahearne does bit he's a little red around the cheeks. Nicely flushed even though he tries to hide his face behind his hair. Once he's finally uprighy again, Bastien pulls his long hair over his face and just blushes.

"Meh." He huffs indignantly. "Ain't magic dangerous regardless, twiggy? If you ain't some voodoo priest or whatever, then what do you really do? You raise the dead, right?" Bastien peeks at Trahearne briefly as he brushes his hair away from his face.

"...You're a lil too handsome for all that, ya know?"

"I'm sure it won't take much longer for your legs to return," Trahearne said, his tone becoming a little more soothing. It made him smile to see Bastien's blush, at least in part because he was relieved to not be the only one suffering from some embarrassment in this situation.

"I could also argue that you're too fair to be a pirate. And isn't that a dangerous profession?" Trahearne sat on the ground next to him, patting down his leaves. "I primarily summon minions from another plane of existence, and use magics powered by one's life force. It's possible to raise the dead, but I'm not inclined to do it. I studied necromancy to learn how to destroy the undead, not make them."

Finding what he was looking for, he pulled a small, green-painted rock from a hidden pocket under his leaves, offering it to Bastien. It's warm to the touch, despite Trahearne himself being deficient in body heat. "Here. Focus on it as you hold it, and it will heal minor injuries."

Bastien smirks a little once he hears that near compliment. "Fair, huh?" His smirk widens a bit more. "I won't deny that I'm probably the 'prettiest pirate' you'll ever see. Second to only a few lasses posin' as lads but don't let a pretty face fool you." He says with a smug grin now.

"Dangerous work suits me just fine as long as gold is involved but I got into piracy because of the lack of honest professions." Which is honestly the truth in his regards. Why scrape the bottom of the economic barrel as a mere fishermen if you could grab a pistol and rob a ship? Bastien is the product of the times. Poverty was rampart and so was famine.

"Ah! So you're not summoning zombies to do your bidding?" Bastien asks with some fascination. "Thank goodness for that. I was worried you were the type you turn me into a shrunken head." The merman jokes as he playfully elbows Trahearne. He chuckles merrily for a moment before wincing in pain. Bastien grips his side again when Trahearne offers this small green stone.

"Does it?" He asked sounding a tad skeptical of this magical rock, "Just looks like a painted stone to me" Bastien graciously takes the stone and holds it within his right palm. The odd warmth emitting from it is comforting, very comforting. Bastien eyes it with slight fascination.

Edited 2018-05-19 20:02 (UTC)

It certainly seemed like it didn't take much to stroke Bastien's ego. That worked out well in Trahearne's favor, considering how easy it would be for him to mess up this... whatever this is. He had already nearly sent the merman running (or flopping?) away just by being honest.

"The minions I use were never living in the first place. There's no need to worry." But they did do his bidding, so that was... sort of similar. They're frightening to look at, too, making him especially glad that he hadn't used one of his minions to free Bastien earlier. "As for that stone, it's not necromancy at all. It was made using the Talent I was given when I arrived in this place. There's some sort of irony at work in being able to heal after using death magic for so long."

Trahearne regards Bastien a little more seriously after that explanation, privately wondering just what a pirate might do in a new city such as this. Aifaran was probably quite different from where he came from. "I'm sure you'll find that matters are more favorable here. There's always odd jobs to do even if you don't find steady employment."

It really doesn't take much to get on Bastien's good graces at all but the pirate is a little wary. He doesn't trust magic at all and that's because of how much of a rarity it is in his world. Bastien has a healthy fear of magic despite being 'magical' by design. Merkin aren't your average little fishies. It's said they have ties with that of Poseidon the Greek God of the sea.

"Death magic." He mutters while still clutching the stone. "What an ominous phrase. I don't think I have the heart for all that." Bastien rubs the stone in between his hands and rubs it gently against his palms. The magic laced within this odd stone is paying off. He's starting to feel better already.

"By God, it's working...!" Bastien breathes in astonishment once the pain begins to fade. He turns to Trahearne with such wide eyes. "So there's magic that can heal wounds? Magnificent!" The mermaid laughs as he turns towards the stone again. His eyes are alight with wonder again.

Bastien's gaze shifts a little once Trahearne mentions employment here in Aifaran. He was about to tell him his plans to join the sentry after meeting a rather interesting young woman earlier but suddenly his bright blue scales start to shine with an ethereal white gleam. He's all dry! They only shine like this once dried.

"Looks like the sun done its work at least." Bastien comments once the shining scales started to shed off him. Those lovely cerulean fins upon his arms faded into shimmering dust-like powder very similair to ash. The shining scales upon his lower half where breaking off revealing a pair of strong legs underneath. Bastien wiggles his toes a little with such glee upon his face. He's back to human again and one hundred percent naked like the day he was born.

"Dammit! My breeches are by the pier!"

Edited 2018-05-20 02:22 (UTC)

Trahearne laughed softly at his reaction to the magic. "Magic can do a great many things. Is it not common where you're from?" He wasn't as surprised as he might've been once before, thanks to having a roommate who came from a place with no known magic at all. He still thought it was quite sad to have to go without it. His own home world of Tyria was rife with magic, to the point that almost everyone had the potential to use it.

Then, before he could say anything more, Bastien's scales started to glow. "Amazing," he breathed as he watched, watched, transfixed by the transformation happening in front of him. It was utterly fascinating to see how the magic shed his extra appendages rather than changing them, and he is briefly tempted to take a sample of the powder left behind, but - legs. Those were bare legs.

Trahearne hastily snapped his gaze back up to the merman's face, aware of just how easy it would be to appear impolite. Bastien might not have been human, but in his experience, most non-sylvari saw a lack of clothes as a lack of modesty. "Which pier is it? I could go get them for you. I'm fairly certain the Sentry would have words with you if you tried to retrieve them as you are now."

Bastien takes a moment to answer since he's too glad to be back to normal. He hops onto his feet unsteadily after dusting the silver powder off him. He's a little unbalanced right now, almost like a newborn fawn. The merman nearly falls but manages to keep upright. "My knees feel weak." He mutters quietly while examining himself. Bastien nearly forgets that Trahearne is there giving the poor sylvari too much of a view.

"Oh! My clothes are over there by that pier towards the east." He points towards the east with a grin. "The guards definitely would pitch a bitch if I saunter across the beach like this. So, you're doing me a big favor!" Bastien is clearly not modest in any sense or form. Not that he needs to be. He's not bad looking at all even if he's a little underweight. Not an ounce of hair on him except, well, let's get into that. Though, the nuts and berries are quite ripe. Bastien was blessed.

Since Trahearne was still sitting on the ground, he unintentionally had a very good line of sight to Bastien's assets. He was trying very, very hard to keep his gaze above the waist, but it was simply impossible to avoid getting some very good glimpses. It was making him start to glow again, despite his efforts to the contrary.

"Y-Yes, it's best to avoid the trouble." Trahearne pushed himself up to his feet in a hurry, grateful for the distraction. "I won't take long." Then he took off back towards the piers at a jog.

While it wasn't difficult to find Bastien's clothes, he did end up lingering at the pier for a couple of minutes, just taking the time to compose himself. By the time Trahearne returned, walking back with Bastien's folded pants in hand, he wasn't glowing anymore. He was determined to maintain what remained of his composure.

Food for thought, Trahearne? The poor necromancer is going to have his thoughts haunted for awhile after this. Especially once he comes back from his little jog to find Bastien precariously balancing himself upon his hands. He's nimble despite his earlier complaint about his knees and quite strong. Doing a handstand is no problem for him and neither is the cartwheel that comes next. He missed the telltale glow of Trahearne's embarrassment this time. A pity really, Bastien would've gotten a kick from watching him blush.

"Ah, ya back!" The pirate says as he does a grandiose back flip. He lands perfectly upon his feet and even does a little bow. Of course he did all of that while in the buff with those...berries. Seems that Bastien is the worst kind of exhibitionist. The absolute worst in every way.

"I thought you got lost." He straightens quickly before reaching for his slacks. Of course this shameless fool forsakes small clothes but Trahearne probably isn't surprised.

Edited 2018-05-20 05:41 (UTC)

Trahearne was so surprised by the sight that awaited him that he stopped right in his tracks, his expression best described as dubiously stunned as he watched Bastien leap around. By the Pale Tree, what was he even supposed to say?... aside from asking if all that flopping around hurt, and he thought it best to keep that particular concern from being voiced.

"It'd be difficult to get lost here." He manages to keep his tone mild as Bastien takes his clothes, though doing so is a struggle. "That was, ah, impressive. I have rarely seen acrobatics like that beyond the carnival in Divinity's Reach." And of course, those athletes at the carnival hadn't done it in the nude. Divinity's Reach was a human city, and they were by far one of the most prudish of the races on Trahearne's home world. After all, it was contact with the humans that had convinced the sylvari they had to start growing clothes instead of forgoing them completely. Bastien was perhaps in better company than he thought.

Trahearne has enough class for them both it seems. That's stellar since Bastien lacks that along with any sense of decency. The pirate is an unintentional lewd mess. At least he's semi decent now in a pair of black slacks. That's a plus. Despite his unrivaled confidence in his physic, the sentries would jail him for indecent exposure the second they laid eyes on him. Mooning is still an offense even out here in this odd realm.

"Really? That was just standard exercise for me." Bastien answers now that he's dressed. "Got to keep limber, ya know? I would hate for my joints to get stiff. Be hard to swim." He let's out a quiet sigh as he rubs his forehead some. "But that last flip got me a tad dizzy." The pirate laughs softly as he steps away from Trahearne to fetch the stone the other given him earlier.

"Unless this be a keepsake, I humbly return it," Bastien says with a playful wink. "But I'll only return it if you offer me your yimo contact, savvy?"

"Yet it's still impressive, whether it's your daily routine or not." His tone was still somewhat light, but he would insist on his opinion if pressed. Trahearne had met a great many people in his time, including a number of warriors and adventurers, and not many had the sort of dexterity required to pull off flips that easily. Perhaps one of his sisters could, but he was sure Caithe would either kill or threaten within an inch of their lives anyone that caught her doing such a thing.

As it was now, Trahearne was relieved that he didn't have to keep politely averting his eyes. "Oh, you're quite welcome to keep it. It's not difficult to find rocks or green paint. I ought to be easy to find on the yimo network, since my contact information is simply my name. T-r-a-h-e-a-r-n-e." That was one benefit of being a stranger in a strange land - he could use his name as he liked on Aifaran's social media and no one would possibly mistake him for anyone else.

Bastien couldn't help but look a tad humbled by the compliment. He was about to hide his face much like earlier but he toughed it out instead. "You're too kind, mate." The pirate says with a jovial laugh. "But I'll take any compliment I can get." He winks playfully at Trahearne as he slides in close. "Especially from such a handsome bloke." Green or not, Trahearne has a new admirer.

"Not too creative in terms of aliases, are you?" Bastien questions with a chuckle as he playfully pats the poor sylvari's back. It's like petting the soft stem of a flower but with a bit more firmness. A little warm too, just a bit. The ample sunlight warmed Trahearne quite a bit since his dunk in the water.

"If you get a text from Diables de Mer, that's me." He states proudly.

Edited 2018-05-21 04:53 (UTC)

Trahearne chuckled, his glow faintly outlining his leaves again. At least he wasn't so surprised by compliments this time, and that helped him to keep his composure.

"Maybe I've never felt the need to use an alias," he replied with some humor in his tone. He's not quite sure how to break it to Bastien that he was very well-known on his home world, to the point that few had ever called him anything but his name, when it wasn't a respectful title like 'Firstborn' or 'Marshal'. Besides, if by some stretch of luck someone from Tyria happened to arrive here like he had... well, it wouldn't do any good to be hard to find.

"I'll be sure not to forget yours." This close proximity was distracting - perhaps not as much as the nudity had been, but distracting enough. "But perhaps we ought to return to the city. If you're done looking for fish, that is."

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