A Bargain with Mister O - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
22/2/479
Log
The docks are quiet this time of night, but the night time is well lit by the full moon and the flickering glow of dockside lanterns. The Vengeance bobs in its place, moored to the docks. It does not look like a place where a party is about to happen. The ship is dark and a large gator stands guard by the gangplank.
Molly thumps across the dock with Levin in tow, arms locked as they briskly make their way along. "..and you had better not get drunk without me, because if you strand me ta get bored all over 'gain, you're gone overboard," she cautions him, looking up to regard the Vengeance. She halts suddenly as she looks it over, eying the guard as well.
"'course, lil' miss - A fine gentleman like me would never do that to ya'." replies the otter as he looks down at Molly with a toothy grin, "The same goes to you though - If you dig into the booze without me I'm going to be livid, just livid!". Levin came to this event dressed in garb slightly unusual for him - Rather then his usual loose fitting clothing the otter has on him a rather large overcoat, navy blue in color and pair of creator inspired booths, all of which seemed a little too large for the otter. Levin clears his throat as they approach the Vengeance, the normally relaxed otter stiffening up his posture as he leads Molly and himself towards the gator.
The Gator guard eyes the pair of beings on the docks. He is large and scarred and rough and certainly not dressed like the attendants at the previous party. "What're you lookin' at?" he growls.
Molly looks up at him, blinking at him a few times as she looks over his garb. "Is.. is this the Vengeance?" she asks uncertainly, fidgeting and shuffling to hide behind Levin's arm. She awaits the answer anxiously, her eyes looking over the boat behind him with a growing look of unease over her face.
Levin cocks a brow as he gives the gator a curious look, the otter mulling over the situation for a moment before deciding on a plan of attack. "Of course it is, my dear!" the otter says with a soft chuckle as he finally breaks off his stare from the gator "They're just trying to weed out any... undesirables, right?". Levin puts on his best smile for the gator after giving Molly's arm a reassuring squeeze "Molly and Levin, we're V-I-P guests of Mister O - You've probably heard of us, right?"
"Yeah," the guard growls, "Who's asking?" The Gator frowns at Levin's introduction, then grunts, turning and climbing the gangplank. After a minute, he returns. "Sorry to keep you waiting," he growls, sounding very rehearsed, "I am sorry to tell you that the party has been cancelled due to recent events, but Mister O will gladly meet with you." He stands aside to let the pair pass, a surly look on his scarred face.
The little rabbit twiddles her thumbs as she waits for the return of the gator, putting on her best polite smile as he brings the news. "Well.. after.. after you," Molly mumbles aside to Levin, scuffing her boots off the ground sheepishly as she glances around the dock.
"Ah, what a shame - I was quite looking forward to tonight's festivities." Levin replies with an exaggerated frown. The otter looks down at Molly, giving a few nods to her as she stumbles out an answer, his gaze returning to the gator with a soft smile "We would love that, yes - We've heard about what happened at his last event. A dreadful affair, absolutely dreadful. I'd like to at least give him my condolences."
Onboard, rough looking sailors stop their evening pursuits to watch Molly and Levin come aboard. There is certainly no party going on. One of the sailors nods them across the deck toward the captain's stateroom where the door stands open and a steady, warm light spills onto the deck.
Molly clings tightly to the otter's arm, walking with him toward the open door. "Did nobody else come..?" she whispers up to him, flashing a little smile to some of the sailors they pass by. "What happened?" She leans against Levin more and more as they get closer to the stateroom, wrapping his arm over her. She glances over her shoulder at the sailors, tail flicking about nervously beneath her dress.
Levin does his best to put on a reassuring smile for Molly - But at this point, even the otter felt a nervous shiver run down his spine. "Yeah, I guess so, huh?" he answers, practically mumbling as he does "And... I heard someone got killed. They're on the lookout for a flyin' blue horse is the word." Levin lets out a soft chuckle, he left out the part about the plant being involved too. "I wouldn't worry too much about it though, an argument that go out of hand I bet."
The stateroom is mostly empty, and bare of ornamentation. A massive Crocodile being is seated at the large desk situated in the middle. He looks up as the pair enters, revealing the scared and tusked visage of Mister O. "Ah," he rumbles, "I am sorry to disapoint, but the festivities of tonight have been cancelled. I have turned all the other guests away home, but you two are Freeswords, are you not?"
"Uh.." Molly mumbles, looking around the strangely bare stateroom and then to the large being seated in the centre, pausing at the door. "Uh.. L-Levin.. uh, well, I guess I am? But, I'm not sure about.." she trails off, eyes wandering to the floor - and then behind her as she nervously checks her shoulder again before turning her head up to the croc again, eyes still looking past him.
"Indeed I am, good sir." Levin says with a firm nod of his head. "Not the most noted, I'll admit, but fame isn't all that it's cracked up to be, eh? And real shame about the party - I was lookin' forward to it." The otter unlocks his arm from Molly's, although it doesn't stray far from her - It quickly comes to rest on the Rabbit's shoulder where it squeezes her reassuringly. "I must have blabbed about it at the party, huh?"
"Please," the Croc says, waving to a pair of plain chairs, "Have a seat. The party has been cancelled, it is true, but I always keep a few bottles of excellent liquor here. Perhaps you would like some while we discuss business?" He rises from his seat across the desk and he is massive. He puts the guards posted outside to shame for sheer size as he turns to a cupboard and produces a bottle and a trio of fine cups.
The rabbit shakes her head quickly. "No thank you," she says, stepping up to take a seat at one of the chairs at the desk, "I'm still feelin' the stuff from the other night.." She rubs her head with a frown, shifting around in her seat and folding her hands in her lap as she puts her polite smile back on. "What's the business?"
"I'll gladly take her share, it's what a gentleman like me is for after all." Levin says with a wink as he takes his seat, his eyes almost solely focused on the alcohol as soon as it's presented. "And I'm all for buisness - I'm suposta ask you to take this to the guild 'n all, but who wants to deal with guild fees, eh?"
