"Evening, Gov'ner. Shame, huh?"

This a Roleplay blog for Mr. Ian Mercer. I hope you will enjoy, gov'ner

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Ian Mercer

"Lord Beckett's not going to give up the only ship as can outrun the Dutchman, is he?

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“ … Ian … can I trust you …? ” a peculiar question to ask when she’s already so blindly trusted him in the past. But a desperate mother will do whatever desperate deed for the sake of those closest to her. // hi!!! I missed these two!

“Ian?”

The clerk hums lightly as he raised his head from his handkerchief… it lightly stained a beautiful crimson. Though hid the magnificent color behind his threatening black leather gloves.

“What ever happened to… Mr. Mercer? But it is a nice change! I enjoy it so.” He chuckles.. trying to tone down the urgency just a little as he scooted to the front of the seat to look at her.. his playful gaze slowly beginning to harden.. to one much more harden and frightening…

“You may trust me with anything, dear Margaret…” he muttered under his thick accent… leaning ever so close.

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Such personal informality even for the model of proprietary that Margaret is. Was it on purpose, or a slip of the tongue? Or was it her own form of trust to allow speaking on a first name basis? “It is fitting now, I suppose~”

There was the familiar playfulness, when wits matched wits, but it quickly faded as she saw his change, reminding her, he was still no doubt a very dangerous man. Rather than withdrawing, Margaret held herself tall and firm. like a Queen knowing her power. 

“Thank you.” she answered in relief and with as much calm as she could muster. Even my life…? she wanted to add, but dared not. not yet.

“And do you trust… me?” 

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Silence echoed through her office, simply watching her… his chocolate eyes raking across her face quietly as he pulled his hand away from his mouth and lifted the hat off his head… exposing his withering face and busted lip.

“Margaret…”

He mutters before slowly reaching out with the squelch of those leather gloves.. he grasped her dainty hand with up most care, the same hands he used to hurt others… “I trust you… with my life..” he mutters softly, before looking down at his feet.. “It might be foolish.. but… I am willing.. I just…”

“I’m tired…”

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Margaret’s expression softened empathetically, noticing his latest injury. She glances to her hand held so gently. And then, at such words she was so taken aback, speechless. Her eyes snap back to try and meet his once more. 

“No, it is not foolish.” she assured almost breathlessly, and returning a gentle squeeze of her hand in his, “Because, I too can speak to the same trust of my life in your hands.” For all his deeds of death, he did also save her life before.

“And if there is any way I can offer a place of sanctuary for you to rest, I will.” What I would do if I could help you retire from this way of life. “Is there anything I can get you?” 

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There was that damn silence yet again… simply dragging within the room as he stared down upon her sweet face. A tired smile filled his face, only lightly flinching from the pain in his lip…

“The thing I want is impossible to have… you know that, Margaret…” he mutters softly as he slowly lets go of her small delicate little hands.. as one of his leather clad fingers hooks her chin and helped her gaze up at him… he gave a small closed lip smile as he brushed a curl out of her face…

Mercer sucked in a breath through his hooked nose and carefully nodded… “Is my trust all you needed, little Maggie…” he whispered in that thick accent. That accent that was unreadable depending on his mood… that accent that sounded so sweet when he was at her fingertips…

“Have I done something to upset you?”

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“ … Ian … can I trust you …? ” a peculiar question to ask when she’s already so blindly trusted him in the past. But a desperate mother will do whatever desperate deed for the sake of those closest to her. // hi!!! I missed these two!

“Ian?”

The clerk hums lightly as he raised his head from his handkerchief… it lightly stained a beautiful crimson. Though hid the magnificent color behind his threatening black leather gloves.

“What ever happened to… Mr. Mercer? But it is a nice change! I enjoy it so.” He chuckles.. trying to tone down the urgency just a little as he scooted to the front of the seat to look at her.. his playful gaze slowly beginning to harden.. to one much more harden and frightening…

“You may trust me with anything, dear Margaret…” he muttered under his thick accent… leaning ever so close.

[anklesalltheway]

Such personal informality even for the model of proprietary that Margaret is. Was it on purpose, or a slip of the tongue? Or was it her own form of trust to allow speaking on a first name basis? “It is fitting now, I suppose~”

There was the familiar playfulness, when wits matched wits, but it quickly faded as she saw his change, reminding her, he was still no doubt a very dangerous man. Rather than withdrawing, Margaret held herself tall and firm. like a Queen knowing her power. 

“Thank you.” she answered in relief and with as much calm as she could muster. Even my life…? she wanted to add, but dared not. not yet.

“And do you trust… me?” 

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Silence echoed through her office, simply watching her… his chocolate eyes raking across her face quietly as he pulled his hand away from his mouth and lifted the hat off his head… exposing his withering face and busted lip.

“Margaret…”

He mutters before slowly reaching out with the squelch of those leather gloves.. he grasped her dainty hand with up most care, the same hands he used to hurt others… “I trust you… with my life..” he mutters softly, before looking down at his feet.. “It might be foolish.. but… I am willing.. I just…”

“I’m tired…”

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“ … Ian … can I trust you …? ” a peculiar question to ask when she’s already so blindly trusted him in the past. But a desperate mother will do whatever desperate deed for the sake of those closest to her. // hi!!! I missed these two!

“Ian?”

The clerk hums lightly as he raised his head from his handkerchief… it lightly stained a beautiful crimson. Though hid the magnificent color behind his threatening black leather gloves.

“What ever happened to… Mr. Mercer? But it is a nice change! I enjoy it so.” He chuckles.. trying to tone down the urgency just a little as he scooted to the front of the seat to look at her.. his playful gaze slowly beginning to harden.. to one much more harden and frightening…

“You may trust me with anything, dear Margaret…” he muttered under his thick accent… leaning ever so close.

[anklesalltheway]

His assistant! Key In Mercy, dollar tree version of Ian Mercer

I have no idea why Hotel Bellhop/Hotel Porter ! Mercer was the first thing that came to mind getting this…

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Congratulations you made me ugly wheeze on my tea

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Pirates of the Caribbean, but as vines, but it’s an AU

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4icJO8FCEls

[potcconfessions]

"I feel like Mercer is underrated. I don't mean in the sense of "he should be liked more." I mean people don't acknowledge how dangerous he actually was and how much power he actually had. This was the man Beckett trusted with the key and seems to be allowed to work on his own, with no supervision. He's one of the only people who actually talks to the man. Dude's definitely got some pull with Cutler, his opinion matters to Beckett He also seems very skilled in the art of murder. This was not the man's first time killing someone. He knows what he's doing, and knows how to get away with it."

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// hello again!! *glomps!*

Mercer stopped and looked down at the little woman hugging him. A smile filling his face now, before his his arms wrapped around her. “Well hello, dear…”

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I heard you were very good at "taking care" of people. Please destroy Mrs. Norrington. We will discuss the price later on.

The clerk sat there with wide eyes, looking at piece of paper as if shocked and amused.

“Well… that’s not how hits work… money first Business later…” he whispered, before slowly setting down the piece of paper.. “My my.. I think I’ll just let this be.. I believe I have gotten into something too deep…” he mumbles, standing up and placing his hat on his head.. leaving.

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You find a note on your desk. It reads: "Dear Mr. Mercer, You terrify me. ~Mrs. Norrington."

Mercer stared at the slip of paper in silence, reading the very words upon it.. over and over again before raising a small brow. He leaned back in his office seat, pushing up his spectacles.

“Well then… I never knew that Norrington was married. I should be furious that I was never invited.” He grumbles, popping a small macaroon into his mouth.

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Impulsive collage? Yes. Victorian AU? EITC related drama things? Yes.

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Mercer in the Victorian Era is a dangerous idea… because I can use so many different face claims…

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The Queen & The Rook.  Unexpected allies of opposing sides in a dangerous chess game.

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okay, but have I mentioned how much I absolutely LOVE the concept of Margaret having a secret insider / intelligencer / hired-gun-bodyguard as Mister Mercer ??  just.so.boss!

while I was making yet another edit I was just thinking this morning about their canon-divergent dynamic as secret allies in the middle of such a perilous power-struggle feud between the EITC (Beckett) & the Swann Family’s ‘reign’ in Port Royal. and just in general like the Baroque!AU how he’s the Swanns’ protector Cavalier – seriously, shoutout to @mistermercer​ for the incredible job and adding such (poignant!) depth to Mercer’s character!

[requiemofamemory]

University AU

PRINCIPAL Weatherby Swann

COUNSELORS Tia Dalma Bill Turner Uncle Jack

TEACHERS Armando Salazar Edward Teague Chevalle Cutler Beckett Davy Jones Edward Teach Elizabeth Swann Guillermo Lesaro Hector Barbossa Jack Sparrow James Norrington Magda Sao Feng Shansa Uncle Jack Will Turner

MONITORS Ian Mercer Joashmee Gibbs Theodore Groves John Scarfield

STUDENTS Anamaria Angelica Antonio Moss Bracero Carina Smyth Chris Giselle Marina Nico Cortez Philip Swift Santos Scarlett Syrena

MAINTENANCE STAFF Marty Mr.Cotton Murtogg and Mullroy Pintel and Ragetti Scrum

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"Word has it that you were recently in Tortuga, Mister Mercer..." Why was she visiting him again? To deliver some macaroons and discuss the means for her daughter to escape the Company, yes. But as Margaret distractedly stared into her teacup, grateful finding an unlikely ally in Ian, one question remained that’s plagued her mind for quite some time now "For no reason in particular... in Tortuga, did you happen to encounter anyone bearing the name Gibbs?"

Mercer was quiet, lightly chewing on one of the delicate treats she had made him… Everything she made was so delicate, so sweet.. just like her. Or the facade she held up, that is. The Clerk knew that she held a deeper strength within her…

His eyes wandered back up at her, continuing to chew.. a small smile on his face. He wasn’t going to speak with food in his mouth, that would be rude to Lady Swann and her presence. With a swallow of his treat he nodded.

“Ah, yes. I did..”

He lightly dabbed some crumbs away from his mouth.

“He seems to be the first mate of a pirate that I am sure you are very familiar with… Captain Jack Sparrow…”

His dark chocolate eyes fluttered up to her, he was silent once again.. lightly tilting his head… his voice now in a deafening whisper.

“Your daughter has boarded that ship, safely I promise…. But a familiar face joined her…”

The little putter patter of his fingers rolled on the desk..

“The disgraced commodore, he was drunk as a hog… covered in filth…”