A Good For Nothin' Louse

[shivvymetimbers]

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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[shivvymetimbers]

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.

[necrocabbage]

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.

[shivvymetimbers]

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.

[necrocabbage]

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.

[shivvymetimbers]

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?"

[necrocabbage]

"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.

[shivvymetimbers]

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.

[necrocabbage]

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."