Bilgewater Beauty

Citta - E-1 - BB Guns - Strut

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Rum Diary {CA Open}

[skin-myself-a-crocodile]

Hook was staring directly at her, not even having the decency to pretend he wasn’t when their eyes met. Albeit being at Hive City for only two days, Hook quickly realized the place was filled with beautiful woman. And he wouldn’t deny that he enjoyed this. Of course, he’d much rather have his revenge but by now the pirate figured he wasn’t going back to Storybrooke so soon. Since he was stuck here, why not enjoy whatever this city had to offer? Or at least gather as much information as he could.

 “Hello, love.” He smirked as he heard her question, blinking with his right eye. “Aye.” Hook stood up and sat down right besides her. “And at yours?”

He glanced over to her bottle of rum, keeping the smirk on his face. “I would offer to pay you a drink, but I believe you have already drank enough. Although I’m sure a pirate such as yourself can manage your alcohol just fine.”

Hook had presumed she was a pirate not only because of the way she dressed, but also the drink she chose and the way she talked. He raised his right hand – his only hand – on her direction. “Killian Jones. Pleased to meet you.”

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At first Sarah was slightly enchanted by the gentleman's good looks. His tone of voice was helping him. Yes, yes. But then she was mistaken for the scum she so passionately hated. The scum that she usually scraped off the barrel of her precious pistols.  "To make one thing clear" she said before staring out at his extended hand. "I'm a captain but I am no pirate" she said annoyed. She did allow the hint of a hand shake before allowing her name. "Sarah Fortune, Pirate hunter." 

[lipsticksails-blog]

Rum Diary {CA Open}

Eyes nearly went cross eyed staring in to a bottle. There was a small bit of rum left inside that was now being swirled at the slight movement of her wrist. She stared at the small, shifting waves. In her mind, something was springing up from those waves. A large vessel. It was made of the finest and strongest of wood. Its sails clutched on to the wind and suddenly it was off. Far, far away. It was off to battles where gun powder was drenched in summer rain. Where Shock and Awe would shoot anyone dead. Where one  crew left with spoils that could be shared among a hundred men. And one crew was left burning on the remains of their ship.  "Set sail" Sarah whispered in to the bottle of swirling alcohol. She tried her best not to remember the part she didn't speak of. She tried her best not to relate the liquid to the floor drenched in blood. She tried not to think of...well, her mother. But, she did. And her head fell to her hand and she sighed, swallowing the last bit of rum she had.  She glanced over to the seat next to her at the bar and caught the eyes of someone staring at her. Or at least also awkwardly glancing over.  "Hello, darling" she said to the person before staring back down in to her bottle. "Is the wind at your back?" she asked. 

[ardereildiko]

...And into the fire (CA open)

[ardereildiko]

Ardere looked over at Sarah, curious.  ”You’re a captain?  What kind of ship?”  That explained the outfit.  “I’ve never actually been on a ship myself.  I dislike being surrounded by that much water.”

Of course, that wasn’t entirely true.  She had gone on a cruise ship once, but that had been just long enough to kill a target.  Still, this woman was a bounty hunter as well…

Which meant that her job was similar to Ardere’s.  Except bounty hunters got paid to do it.

[lipsticksails-blog]

Sarah's eye twitched. Her posture dropped, her curves wasting away. Hat still sat proudly over the confused woman.  "You don't like being surrounded by water" she said, totally confused. She of course knew that people weren't always like her. They didn't always enjoy the ocean, and that was fine. It was still just confusing. Maybe Ardere had a good reason. After all, she was a dragon. She didn't recall Shyvana being too fond of her chucking water balloons at her when she wasn't looking.  "Interesting" she said, clearing her throat. She stood up straight, biting in to her bottom lip. "What do you enjoy then?"

[piltoversheriff-deactivated2013]

001. Let's investigate || mf & cait

[piltoversheriff-deactivated2013]

“Caitlyn”, the familiar voice answered. Could this be? First Lux and now…

“Miss Fortune––”,  the brunette replied, still in a sharp and cold tone. “Ah– Me? In a casket? Sorry dear, but not today- or any time soon”. Caitlyn raised one eyebrow and scanned the other carry with her eyes. Fortune looked awful; she was all bloody and dirty. Cait almost felt bad for the other. It made her unsure about whether or not she should drop her gun. But no, she wasn’t going to drop her gun, at least not first. Who knew what this woman was up to?

“I don’t wanna sugarcoat anything, so I’m just gonna go ahead and say it- you look - absolutely - terrible today.” Unlike usually, but she didn’t say that. “What the hell happened to you?”

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"Insulting me already?" Fortune asked. "I hope you're not going to try to pick a fight" Fortune taunted, sighing. "I really don't want to have to clean your pretty little face off the sidewalk" she finished, grinning widely.  This was something she'd crown accustomed to over the past years. Bickering carries. The first 2 or 3 minutes of each battle was spent shouting insults from the bushes. Well, unless you were Sona. Fortune remembered many time running from Caitlyn's rifle with her support, guts nearly bursting with laughter at the enemy's anger.  "Doesn't your goody-two-shoes-self have more important things to do than comment on my new choice of style?" Fortune asked. "Doesn't your precious Piltover need their ehem...finest?" 

[lipsticksails-blog]

((Welp. Mun is sick but slowly picking off replies. Let me know if you wanna thread!))

[ardereildiko]

...And into the fire (CA open)

[ardereildiko]

Ardere watched out of the corner of her eye as a woman, dressed in what appeared to be a pirate’s outfit, began walking beside her.

“Hello,” she replied, looking over at the woman.  She smiled, an action which only slightly showed off her teeth.  The action wasn’t meant to intimidate, but was simply a human habit.

“I’m Ardere.”  She’d leave off the ‘dragon of death’ part for now.  She had grown a little better at interacting with potentially nervous humans over the past couple of years.

[lipsticksails-blog]

It could talk...interesting. She wasn't too surprised, after all, she'd heard all varieties of beings able to make conversation. Like Garen, for instance. Her arms folded behind her waist and she strode along the sun drenched sidewalk.  "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, I'm sure" she said softly. "I'm Sarah Fortune" she introduced herself. "Captain and bounty hunter" she added. 

[lipsticksails-blog]

Powder Monkeys (intro/open)

[vector-snake]

Medusa watched as the woman looked her over, straightening only when the other addressed her.

“Greetings,” she replied.  ”I am Medusa.”  She paused, then added in a similar manner: “Witch.”  It was almost amusing, this bounty hunter’s implied insistence that she was still armed.  Medusa knew from experience that, even should she still possess a weapon, it would be a poor excuse for one.  

Unless she had other abilities the scientists had let her keep, but a well placed vector arrow should deal easily with whatever this other woman could send her way.

Medusa smirked.  ”You can relax, Sarah Fortune, I don’t intend to kill you.”  Yet.  Bounty hunters tended to be highly interesting, if relatively unpredictable (unless money was involved).  That, of course, simply made them more entertaining.  Still, if it came down to it, she was fairly sure Sarah could put up a decent fight before dying, an amusing prospect in itself.

“Though I don’t know why a bounty hunter would be running away from those fools,” she added.

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Witch? That part was interesting. Maybe she was a bit like the mages back home. In any case, she was worth keeping an eye on.  "Phew" Miss Fortune let out an over-exaggerated sigh. She rubbed the back of her hand across her forehead, wiping away fake sweat. "After all, how could a little ol' thing like me take down a witch?" she pouted her lip before changing her demeanor. She rolled her eyes and stood up straight. "If you saw what I saw, you'd need to pitch up a meal or two as well" she said. "I've seen pirates that are cleaner than that man's balls" Fortune sighed. "Though, I guess a big strong witch uses those kinds of things for potions or sacrifices or whatever" she said. She really wasn't sure why a woman who was seemingly unarmed would be doing wandering a city at night. She did say she was a witch...but still, one should be careful in dark, puddle-filled cesspools...They're often filled with snakes and spiders. 

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[lipsticksails-blog]

"Does that mean my sex slave rival is ready to play?"

[ardereildiko]

...And into the fire (CA open)

Ardere blinked in the bright mid-day light.  This city… she remembered this city, though it had been years since she was last here.  But why was she here again?  She shook her head and looked up and down the street, listening to the sound of midday traffic.  It appeared she was in a different district this time, though.  This one was greener, cleaner…

She smiled slightly and started walking down the street, ignoring the stares and occasional panicked cries coming from the citizens as a dragon walked by them.  If the scientist was to be believed, the war and zombie problems from last time had been resolved, which meant she no longer had to worry about that.

Of course, there was still a war going on back home.  Frowning, she stopped walking, continuing to ignore the now annoyed pedestrians who had to walk around her.  People would die regardless of whether she was there or not, she wasn’t worried about that.

Still…

She growled slightly and shook her head.  Enough of that.  She wouldn’t worry about back home for now, the other Dragons could take care of things.

In the meantime, she wondered if there was anyone here who she already knew.  There were definitely a lot of people around.  She would need to talk to someone to know for sure the current state of the city.

She started walking again.  She stood out from the crowd (she was a horse-sized monstrous creature, after all), and she was fairly sure it wouldn’t take long for someone to approach her.

[lipsticksails-blog]

Sunlight. Ah. Fortune let out a relieved sigh as the sun gently left a trail of kisses across her skin. The horizon had flipped over on it's belly. The ocean becoming the sky. The blue was clear with little clouds swimming along like puffs of white smoke. When she looked straight in to it, she felt at home. Not at the League and not even in Bildgewater. She was home among the creaking boards and tattered sails that were her ship.  "Yo ho yo ho pirates are dead to me" she sung softly to herself. Her enormous had sat high like a lighthouse beacon. Her flowing red locks shined in the sunlight. She felt even more gorgeous on days like this. Her curves shifted as she turned a corner, her eyes closed for only a moment. When she opened them, there was a creature in front of her. Well, a creature's butt. Ew. What was this anyway? She casually strode to walk beside it, eyeing it nonchalantly. Dragon, it seemed like. She hadn't seen many of those. Well, there was Shyvana. Damn dragon always felt the need to jump on her. Hopefully this one was a little less hungry for flesh.  "Afternoon" Fortune said happily, still calm. It could be assumed she meant 'good afternoon' but was too lazy to add the good. 

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Open/Intro

┌She could have sworn that she had just been outside under a tree plucking at the strings of her etwahl in a beutiful melody that had left her smiling brightly. But maybe that had been a dream? Or maybe she had been spaced out or fallen unconcious. Maybe this was the dream. Whatever it might be she did feel a slight wave of fear, alone in the room she wasn’t sure if maybe she should have been leaving or not.

A light flickered to life, on a screen, a man appeared within view, causing the Maven to turn and watch with a tilted head. He started speaking, telling her how this was a ‘social experiment’… Why would someone pluck someone from their worlds to conduct an experiment? The idea hadn’t seemed too far out there. Sona listened intently to what he had to say, it wasn’t as though she could actually question about what he said. With a quick goodbye he was gone, leaving her standing there in shock at where he had vanished off too.

At the very least, Sona could say that the experience had been informitive… in a way, yet still quite vegue. Why would they want to do something like this? Fingers ran gently over the strings of her instrument. At least she had her Etwahl with her even in this strange world. Fingers danced over the strings quickly, listening to the sound that rang out in the bustling streets. It calmed her to a degree. Making her to the board she surveyed it quickly taking in the written information. Lips parted to let out a barely audible sigh as Sona’s head swivelled this way and that, watching the crowds of people.

One hand gripped tightly to the golden frame of her instrument before letting herself relax and plucking slowly at the strings again. Slowly notes rang one after another soothing her own soul. Once she’d managed to regain calm the Maven let out a silent laugh, a brighter smile touching her face. Maybe she could take this as an oppertunity to make some new friends? Or consider it as a vacation! Yes that would be fun. Her arms quickly wrapped around the instrument before staring down the sidewalk again. Now which way was she supposed to go? A finger lifting to her lips she concentrated hard before turning and starting to walk down one way. She wasn’t sure if it was the right direction or not, but at the very least she could consider it as some exploring.┘

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Fortune had been swaying through the crowds. She hated it but it seemed to be the only way to make it anywhere in this place. She pushed through, avoiding having to touch anyone. Her gorgeous red locks were the only thing keeping her enormous hat snug on her head. She was almost, so very, very close to the edge of the sea of people when she felt a pinch, just a small one on her ass. She whipped around, hair hitting everyone within a three inch radius.  "Excuse you!" she shouted. Hands flew downward and whipped both faux pistols from their holsters. They spun around her fingers and landed perfectly against her palms. "I'll kill you, you son of a-" she started to threaten but something broke her train of thought. Usually, nothing did this, especially not in the heat of shooting a pervert in the face. But this sound, this one tiny sound stuck out above the crowd. It was the sound of strings.  "Sona?" she said under her breath. Her head turned, left, then right. Then she spun. The pervert was gone and so was anything else familiar.   The crowd swirled around her, shoving against her and pushing her around. She followed where she thought she had heard the strings. "Sona!" she called, but remembered the girl wouldn't be able to answer. So she pushed and pushed until finally she could come up for air. She found a street that was practically empty. She leaned over, putting her hands on her knees and breathing deeply. "I hate this city" she said, shaking her head. She looked up to check where she was when she re-discovered her faith in her sense of direction. There, just a bit down the street, was her target.  "Sona!" she called. Her heel turned clockwise and suddenly hearts filled the air. They swirled around her and glowed like small pink lanterns. Her strut activated and she was off, soaring toward the support. "Darling!" she called. It was so nice to see a familiar, friendly face.

[bracciodestro]

the number of death || ca open

[bracciodestro]

This was it. This was the end. There was so much he hadn’t gotten to do, so much he would never get to do, because there was no way he would survive the hours until the next train arrived. Something would surely happen to him in this cursed sector, and he wouldn’t even have a chance to let Giorno or anyone know what happened. So this was the end of Guido Mista.

With his forehead pressed against the pavement, he hardly noticed the person approaching him as he let loose another whimper. He wasn’t typically this pathetic, in fact, he could be rather cool! But the presence of the number 4 whittled him down to this. He continued to mumble, not noticing that she was there until a few seconds later, when he lifted his gaze towards her.

Whoa.

Wait no! Now was not the time to check out ladies, there were far more pressing issues at hand! He opened his mouth to reply when he noticed those four taps. No way could she have known the evil of that number. She was just bringing misfortune upon herself! (Hahaha.) Despite the shiver that runs down his spine, he sits up.

“It’s inevitable.”

“This sector is cursed. You should get out while you can. If you find a way out, please let me know, signorina.”

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She looked at him, really looked at him. The sad little cretin on the ground that was sniveling like a coward.  She aimed her one pistol at his head and squinted one eye. She imagined it, his brain and all it's little chunks raining down. She imagined the hole in his head, perfectly cracked skull leaving one little singed ring. Ah, how it brought joy to her. She shook her head though, what good would it do? After all, to say she put this poor sap out of his misery might damage her reputation.  "Cursed?" she said curiously, her arm dropping. Curses were very serious among pirates, the stupid fools. They didn't care about rotting teeth or infected wounds. But curses, those were serious. She had heard of so many while out on the sea. All of them were nonsense but she listened anyway. Black spots, siren's songs, women on board. All so silly! Especially the last... "Just wait for the next train" she said bluntly. She was almost talking down to him. His fault for reminding her of filthy pirates. "It'll be back in half an hour" she said. As her lip shook, little ashes rained down in all their black and white glory. Little embers flaked and floated. "In the meantime, don't be such a wimp."

[lipsticksails-blog]

Sparks and Gun Powder (Closed @ toaster head...er chandra)

[experimentnumber9982]

“Uh… No, I don’t drink.” Chandra waved her hand to further emphasize her refusal to partake in alcohol. The woman paused a moment and slid down the side of the wall until she was sitting down on the ground.

From her sitting position, Chandra looked back up at the bounty hunter. “So where are you from?” She asked motioning for her to come take a seat next to her, in an alley way. 

“Assuming of course you’re not from this fucking place, I mean the way you dress is obviously different from the,” here Chandra kind of looked left and right at the people walking the streets,” the… uh normal clothes.” Though she herself was wearing drastically different clothes from everyone else as well.

[lipsticksails-blog]

Doesn't...drink? Fortune tilted her head. Rum was the burning, vomit-inducing, bottle of wonder. How could anyone not drink it? She shook her head, the thought falling right out of her ear.  "Bildgewater" she answered. "More recently, the League" she added on. Did anyone know what the league was here? Did it matter? And wait, did she just insult her? Better yet, did she insult her sense of fashion? Fortune was ready to slap her but instead just made an upset face.  "You spend years and years on the sea and tell me how your scarf and weird little outfit hold up" she teased instead. "Assuming you could hold up, that is" she said. She imagined the little pyro out on a wooden ship, surrounded by water. She imagined her drowning as she had so many others. These thoughts were disturbing to others but just another day dream for Sarah.

[lipsticksails-blog]

Powder Monkeys

[tyrantprince-deactivated2013101]

l“Eh? Me?” Oh, the poor confused prince. What has he ever done to her? “But miss, I’m not even want to be here.” He replied, attempting to clarify himself to the stranger. It did seem rather annoying, but this lady appeared to have gotten a bad impression out of him already. If this was back at Kou Empire, this wouldn’t matter… but...

“Aren’t you the suspicious one for being in a place like this? I personally just don’t like going with the crowd.”

Hell, he would lead the crowd if he could… but he wasn’t almighty like his brothers. Oh, who cares. He needed to get them out of his mind. Focusing on living in a bizarre world with plenty of things he had never seen before was more important. ”Apart… Apartment?” Kouha stared at the woman, dumbfounded. That was such a weird word. “Is that… what you call the living space here?”

It was a brief moment of silence, but Kouha tried to go over things quickly in his head. Honestly, aside from his mother and servants, he rarely communicated with the opposite gender, so her teasing… seemed more like an actual offer to him. “Hm…” Kouha was far from annoyed actually. He walked ahead and turned towards her, pointing into the distance.

“If you can actually show me around and explain a few things here and there I don’t mind at all.”

[lipsticksails-blog]

Fortune wanted to answer with a remark on how no one really wanted to be here. But, he was just a child and she had no need to pick on children. Besides, he was kind of a cutie-pie.  "I'm a pirate hunter and respected ship captain" she said. "I kill the suspicious ones" she promised, smiling. Though, anyone that knew her would say otherwise. Could you really trust Sarah Fortune? No one knew. Silver-tongued and with hands fast enough to shoot before you scream, she was one to be weary of. It made it worse that she'd made dark alleys her home here in Hive.  Showing the kid around? What was she? A baby-sitter? She put her best foot forward and was ready to put the kid in his place. But as soon as she opened her mouth it slammed shut. She thought, breathing deeply out her nose. "An apartment is a small living space. It's like a really big house that a lot of people get a little piece of" she explained. "And I can show you a few things, I suppose" she said, reminding herself that she had nothing better to do. "But don't cause any trouble, pipsqueak. I can still shoot you in the foot if I get pissed off."

[lipsticksails-blog]

The hand and the booty. ((Fortune and Darius))

[powerinblood]

“Whether or not that’s the norm for the people of Bilgewater, I will have to refuse.”

He pulled his weapon back, certain that this “Gank” was more of a joke than anything. Not like she could have done any damage to him anyway, thankful that his armor remained intact. Same could not be said about their respective weapons. Her guns were mere toys compared to ones that he recalled being on the receiving ends of, and he didn’t even want to start on his twig of an axe.

“My business is of my own concern, and considering your ‘attack’, it would be wise of me to keep it to myself. However, this is not the time to be wise. I have a matter to discuss with you…Though I would prefer it be done when you are not reeking of garbage and god knows what else.”

It was almost unbearable to even be standing next to this woman right now, let alone carry on an actual conversation.

[lipsticksails-blog]

"You still have a wonderful sense of humor, I see" Fortune said, rolling her eyes. She was fairly sure Darius didn't have very many emotions, if any at all.  She wondered what sort of business Darius could possibly need her for. Maybe he was forming a team. It was a little odd for them to form one without the summoner's. Though, there were small alliances, cliques, if you will in the league. When it came to that, Fortune liked to stay to herself.  "Well then I'm off to shower" she said, getting off the ground and shaking out her limbs. She placed her 'guns' in their holsters. She loved the stinging in her bleeding elbow. Wounds were an odd thing to miss, but she missed them all the same.  "Care to walk me home, big boy?" she asked. She picked her hat from the gutter and placed it on her head. 

[schrodingersk-blog]

heisenberg uncertainty (closed @ lipsticksails)

[schrodingersk-blog]

“It changes?”

Behind the mask, the man frowned. “But… how? Why? That doesn’t make sense.” He’d just seen it with his own eyes, so yes, it had certainly happened, but he couldn’t help trying to make sense of it. Was there any way to make sense of it? Some sort of massive conveyer belt beneath the city, perhaps? Or a simple illusion, something set up with holograms and matching interior layouts and very talented staff members.

“You’ve just gotta keep up, darling.”

Perhaps such wanton familiarity was common here after all. She seemed to be suggesting that he should have expected such a thing, enough to watch where each of the shops transferred itself to; but how could he? They had shifted faster than he could have followed with his eyes, even without the suit.

“Ah… oil? Thank you, but I believe my joints are in perfectly good condition. The armor hasn’t come even close to rusting yet. And I’m not entirely sure if it’s possible for me to drink like this. I mean, I suppose it must be, or else I’ll die in here, but…”

Well, that wasn’t exactly the happiest train of thought. He wasn’t claustrophobic (thank god), and the suit generally felt almost comforting, but the idea of wasting away in it was… horrifying. Perhaps he should go with her and find out.

[lipsticksails-blog]

"It just changes" she answered, nonchalant as always. "Just like the rest of the world" she added. She was slightly confused the first time it happened. More so upset that she had become lost again. She hated being lost. As a sailor, no, a captain, losing your sense of direction was similar to losing any amount of pride you carried with you.  "Well then, mister well-kept" she started, looking him up and down. He was well-kept. Nice and shiny. "Lets go get you a drink" she offered. She needed to find the nearest source of rum and it would be nice to have company.

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Pleasing to the Eye [Open]

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Ahri placed a finger to her mouth, tails now twirling curiously, her ears dropping. She eyed her competition. Of course there was no chance of her losing to… such a full frame… Her eyes an ocean.. her breasts…also an  ocean…

Ahri shook the thoughts from her head, managing to stay on the task at hand.

“The winner’s spoils will be… Hmmm… Ah! The ability to assert total dominance over the other for the entirety of our staying here in this city! The loser, of course has to accept the terms, sounds good neh~?”

Ahri seemed all too pleased with herself, she was a seductress after all. This would be an easy win. 

[lipsticksails-blog]

Fortune's face dropped back to one of surprise. Maybe she was even, just a tad bit, blushing. Of course the fox hadn't meant it like that. Though, when Fortune gave her another glance, she wasn't entirely sure of that. She cleared her throat and shook her head.  "Sounds absolutely fine" Fortune nodded. Her face still holding a cute shade of pink. "Which bar shall we go to, slave?" she asked, regaining her composure. She both meant the word slave in a joking way and as a promise that she wouldn't lose this. Not by a long shot.