Another Rupoor

| AU RP & Ask for Linebeck from PH | Magic Anon: ⍀ Tracking Tag #collousailor

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;{ //casually lays down and dies b/c inspiration is liking posts and I c a n t }

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;{ this is what happens when I try realism. Linebeck becomes my Guinea pig }

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Headcanon;;

Linebeck knows the stars like the back of his hand.

He's memorized them from the beginning, and he knows them. As he traveled with Link and it became more obvious to him of the differences in the world; that this was not the place he thought it was, he would comfort himself, not just with a drink, but by watching the stars.

On the occasion Link found him out there, he would always hear Linebeck mumble "at least they're the same".

After all, memorizing the stars had saved his life once upon a time...

But that is a story for another time.

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      ✧❤✧~ ραℓραтє ѕυ¢¢υвυѕ ~

"…you want to run that by me again?"

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   "Nope...gonna jus'...focus on mah cigs fer now..." Stupid fucking succubus thing...ruining his time...

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"Well, of course, dear sir~" He said as he gave Linebeck a sinister look. "I was wondering if you would like to buy a mask.." He asked as he tied his hands together.

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   "Not really 'nta kiddish things like that." Hadn't been for years now. He was in his thirties for goodness sakes! Who did this man think he was? Taking a slight step back, he tightened his kerchief. "Think ya should go, 'cuz it looks like yer customer's in another castle."

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"That wasn’t a flatter! Hee hee! I actually hate conmans since they always seem to try and sell me out. Though I break their necks before they do, of course." Red answered cheerfully. That last part caught the boy’s interest. "Oh! A traveler? So since you’re ships broken you travel by foot? How’s that working for you? And you never told me your name, Mister conman-"

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   "Tha's a good thing to note," Linebeck slid his hands into his pockets, feeling through the fabric to make sure the outline of his pistols could still be felt through the jacket. Yep, still there.

A soft hum, nodding in agreement, green eyes glisten entertained at the other's wording-way. Morbid, but entertaining. His eyebrow rose slightly, "Well, I don't think I got'cher name either, lad. Why not a swap? I'll tell ya mine after ya tell me yers." Lifting his hands from pockets, he revealed empty hands and no crossed fingers. "None'a conman's tricks, sailors honor."

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The Salesman walked towards the Captain and smiled his joyful grin "Hello, Captain.." He said with that smiled still stuck to his face.

   ”Er—uhh… how’d’ya do there?" Linebeck really didn’t think he’d get a lot of attention today. Not at all, because this dock was a really obscure one with only one or two people at it. "…kin I help ya?”

Very strange person… With an even stranger smile.

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"… You kind of remind me of a con-man. Are you one?" Red asked as spun a pair of scissors on his finger. He leaned on his other hand as he studied the other. "I’m Red, who are you con-man?"

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   "Ya flatter me, lad." Linebeck clucked at his tongue, pulling his coat's (torn and slightly bloody( up a bit around his neck. As-if that or the kerchief would protect him at all. "Nah, 'm but a traveler. Used ta have a ship till things went downhill."

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   "I'm givin' ya three seconds. Wha' have ya done with the kid?"

Linebeck's voice was cold, green eyes blazing horribly as he stared down the own cloaked in red. He didn't understand what was happening here, neither did he want to. He'd already had to learn the bad way of how to take care of oneself, and now he was going to use it.

His finger hovered over the trigger. "One..." He wouldn't let the other's looks sway him... he couldn't. Because Link was somewhere... Link was somewhere and he would be the one to find him this time!

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   "...the bloody hell... an' what're you supposed ta be?"

He was staring at a child. Or, in comparison to himself a child. Truthfully, Linebeck didn't really care, but when the child was staring at his ship, it became a little more personal. The steam engine did attract quite the bit of attention, he would admit, but... "Oi, short-stack!"

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   "Well aren't'cha lovely..."

Cue one sarcastic sailor with a map held over his head. He was asked to deliver it for some reason and had been willing to part with it for a pretty rupee. "Tell me, wha's a runt like ya plannin' ta do with this map?"

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   "Fuckin'...succubus...witchy thing..."

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Hot Sun, Hot Sand

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                          { Indeed, she had been analyzing the peculiar figure for quite some time now from a secure distance; watching, observing. After studying for a brief moment the sovereign would discover, that by heeding curses and identifying stumbles, the intriguing character appeared to be almost drunk. She could only accept that this was not the case, yet what else could explain the reason as to how one found himself in such a hazardous desert? Intentional logic could only lead to undesirable goals —- to her, at least. 

  -When realizing the inelegant being was trekking towards her very direction, the desert miaden would freeze upon her spot, immediately pulling a veil over her alluring countenance with the motive to utterly conceal visage in unusual instincts. Even so, her frame would refuse to maneuver and so remained, her blackheart beating rapidly in its cage of a body. No matter what the other would inquire, Gallilea would not respond —- however if otherwise, only with limited sentences. It was what she was ordered to do after all, and she did not wish to disobey.

  -Now, with the figure shown only a lack of feet before her, a hand would automatically hover where an ornate knife was stored…just in case.              As so tutored in the past and present, it was always better being safe than sorry.  }

                                                                      —-❝ … ❞ 

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   "Ya deaf?" He called, the obvious tone in voice that he didn't seem to care too much for this heat, nor did he seem to care on whoever she herself was. After all, Linebeck felt more than content to sit and wallow on his boat in a good drink rather than in this bloody desert. All it caused him was discomfort and ruin so far and, as he raised an unlit cigar to his parce lips, green eyes narrowed in irritation to her.

He was lanky, not the greatest looker and rather sour in both personality and outward expression towards the she...pirate? His eyebrow cocked before his hands uplifted in an almost agasp motion, taking a side-swept step backwards. Movement oddly quick; speed his only asset in a situation. Though in this enviornment with sands in his boots, he'd be much too slow for any acrobatics and dodging he could do. Instead, the sailor would be laid bar to her knife if she-so wished.

Yet that was not the question, what was curious was his reaction. "Y-ya ... Fuckin' hell are you some relatives of her?!" The word 'her' was spat out with so much resignation and almost shoke it was amusing. The look on his face twisted as he closed his eyes, grumbling under his breath some choice curses. "Damn, fuckin' damn... though yer not a pirate at least, or 've never heard of land pirates a'for. Much less desert pirates..." There was a snicker at the thought of a group of men in boats stuck in a desert.

   "Ugh...and I thought I'd seen th' last of her once I left that weird backwards world. Look, weird, veil not-pirate, can ya understand me or 's it some other tongue 'r somethin'?"

Linebeck's only knowledge was the common language and even then it was twisted with slurs from years of using it and riding the sees on his lonesome. Sailors life twisted words and slurred them for enjoyment to their tales and spinning them. Of course, this was going to be a strange process, but ... "Can. You. Understand. Me?"

This time his words were followed with theatrics, hand motions wide enough to try and get some type of thing across. Though whether that was simply him just being a dunce or otherwise was up for question.

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Turn of the Night

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✧❤✧~ “What is one thing you truly desire? The only thing your soul really wants? Your ultimate lust.”

Any fool could hear such words and believe that the succubus had been asking him something lewd. However, that was not the case.

The sin of lust had stretched so much farther than most people believed it to go. It wasn’t just one subject of intimacy between two souls bound by flesh. It was anything one had wanted. Something they could want so bad that they would ultimately kill for it. 

"A man like you…the smell of sea…salt…crisp air? A man who looks tired, with a sun kissed bit of skin, and hair that is damaged by the salty atmosphere. You certainly travel on that ship of yours often, don’t you?"

And what was she guessing by such observations? It was’t hard to tell. Any idiot could look at a man like Linebeck and guess one option, out of a few.

                 He lusted for women of the sea. That was not the case.

                       He lusted for the joys of fishing. How dull. No. Not that.

                              …did he lust for that which sparked greed?

"…you’re a man of treasure, aren’t you? Money? That which drives the world more than anything else. It’s a strong sort of lust, and you’re not the first that I’ve met to be driven by such a motivation."

As she spoke in a hushed tone of voice, the same snapping noises from before had begun to sound once again. The succubus had slowly removed her claw to make Linebeck feel…at ease.

Try as hard as he might, she could sense that he was slightly uneasy.

"…treasure…Senior Linebeck. Before our deal is met…please……..describe to me your worlds form of currency."

                             What exactly was Juandalynn trying to pull?

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"A sense of humor for this shit." His words were dry, layered in a level of sarcasm that rivaled quite the amount of several other's. His hand lifted slightly awkwardly as she continued talking and he just wished she'd shut up before she got a bit too close to the truth. It wouldn't be called for and it certainly wouldn't feel great to having his 'conscious pricked' as he liked to call it from a witchy succubus thing.

However, as she got to the money and treasure, he was feeling more frustrated than anything else, claw gone and allowing him a more skeptical and loud approach he was able to actually respond. Uneasy, frustrated, and god damn it why was it that he always got stuck in these messes? Never the parrot or his girlfriend who went looking for them, but little old insignificant him.

Though, now with his words open to him, there was a casual roll of his eyes, rubbing his hand on the edge of his coat-- "Oh, don't even need m' palm ta see all that do ya?" Not like he ever hid it from people. It was still weird she could just look at him and pick it all out and it was completely stupid. So he had no other choice than to blame it on her weird-ness thing. 

And the desire to run away and leave this chick on shore as far away as he could. What was the worst that could happen? He already had one bat-shit pirate after him, why not add a succubus thingy to boot. But he wasn't going to run at the moment because of that weird noise though coming from her hands whenever she pulled out that claw-thing.

"Though a rupee ya say... hmm, well, it's like a gem. They come 'n all sortsa colors from bright red, to green, gold, though th' best ya can find is these giant red'ns or super huge silver ones." He snapped his fingers lightly before a finger lowered into a pocket, pulling free one of these 'gems' and lifted it, allowing her to see. "These count as one, they're really small value an' ya need a lot of them, most of them got this shape though."

Just no Rupoors. Rupoors were both bad luck and also lost a person money. No, literally. They seemed to evaporate any of the coin in your purse before you could so-much as look at it funny and then all your left with is a big gaping hole where the stupid thing was left. "Though I don't see what any of that's gotta do with anything..." Not unless she was going to pull some rather big, rather beloved rupee out of that frock of hers.

Which he would say would be an interesting trick.

Kind've awful for the rupee but...

...just how many of those would be able to fit there anyway? It wasn't like her dress was very conservative in any way. No...no way that'd be able to happen. A'sides, what did she mean 'from his world'? Perhaps it was something about earlier when she'd been talking like ... that and he'd missed it...

Ugh, great. So another world-hopper thing to boot with the succubi weird thingy-ness?

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;{ People always seem to think I'm kidding when I say I'm hugging a pillow or hiding under blankets.....

;{ ....I really wish I was sometimes;; haha }