Arthur Kirland

Hand over your treasure, then we'll talk. [Dependent rp blog for Spacetalia]

[scottsomespunk]

Repaying debts

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He rolled his eye, “and as I said before,” he said, “I would have been here sooner, had someone not shot my ankle. Twice.” He hissed the word at the other, “you should really learn to listen.” 

His eye widen at the other’s words. Quickly a smile spread across his face, reaching his eye as he looked at the other with utter joy, “you hate the government?” He was almost giddy as he asked the question.

If the blond was a rebel like Arthur, then maybe they could come to some sort of deal. One was already forming in his mind, but before he could put it into action, he would have to befriend the farmer.

That shouldn’t be too hard; Arthur was very charming when he wanted to be.

[scottsomespunk]

Repaying debts

[intergalacticfarming-blog]

scottsomespunk:

If Arthur ever told this story to anyone, he would say that the farmer didn’t surprise him, causing him to jump up and let out a tiny shriek, but sadly that would be a lie.

With his cheeks bright red he cleared his throat, “I am repaying my debt,” he nodded his head towards the money laying on the doorstep. “No one was home, so I thought I’d leave the payment there. It should be enough to cover everything I owe.”

Ha. He took pride in scaring the shit out of the pirate - once again, the dick deserved it for robbing the shit out of him. There were a few crimes that Alfred was willing to turn a blind eye to, but thieving a man’s entire harvest? That was taking things just a tad too far. He could understand a meal or two, enough to keep the family feed for a week, but Alfred had had barrels upon barrels of food. Either this dude had a real big family or he was a cunt. Something told him it was the latter.

It was nice that the piece of crap had decided to pay him for all the shit he stole, but that wasn’t enough to quell Alfred’s frustrations. Were he dependent on that harvest, he could’ve gone broke or even worse, fucking starved to death. 

“As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I’m still real pissed at you, dude. That food could’ve been all I had for the rest of the season. I could’ve starved!”

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His eye traveled downwards, “looks like you gained a few pounds to me,” he muttered. “I would have been back sooner if you hadn’t shot my ankle twice.” He growled. The wound still stung after a month of recovery, and grew worse whenever he thought of the incident, as if it was mocking him for letting his guard down. It probably wouldn’t sting so much if he had heed the doctor’s orders and wasn’t on it as much as he was, but he was a captain; he had no time to lay around!

“Two shots was an overkill. While I may have stolen your food, you could ask your neighbors or your family for some food while you waited for your food to grow.” People always made a big deal out of small problems, especially when the answer was right in front of their faces.

“Besides,” he clicked his tongue as he stared the other down, “I’m sure the government would be more than happy to fatten up one of their Commanders with the best food the galaxy has ever seen, just because he knows how to fire a gun.” He snorted. He turned his head away from the other. He couldn’t stand to look at him anymore. 

[scottsomespunk]

"This is not yours. Get out."

He rolled his eye in annoyance. Great. He had been spotted trying to steal someone else’s treasure. Normally he would have attacked the ship with his crew and fought until it was safe enough for him to run and grab the treasure, but today he felt like being sneaky. He had sneaked onto the enemy ship and quietly searched around until he found a single treasure chest in a room. He thought he had gotten away with it, but just as he was about to carry it off, he had been spotted by someone.

Why wouldn’t he just have a peaceful day? He stood up and turned to the other. He smirked as he looked at the other, unfazed by his size, “and who’s going to make me?”

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His eye widen when he felt a presence over him. He slowly raised his head and gasped when he saw the tall priate had already made his way to him. How did he move so fast? He scrowled. The man was a giant, so of course it only took a few short moves where it would take a normal sized man at least a minute, which would have given Arthur enough time to point the gun and fire, but now he was caught with his arms halfway up. 

He knew if he tried to fire his guns or made any sudden movements, the giant would no doubt cut his head off with that axe before he could even move an inch. He couldn’t just surrender and beg the giant to spare his leg; his pride wouldn’t let him.

He needed to think of something quick.

He looked Ivan in the eyes and smirked, “do you fancy a game?”

[scottsomespunk]

Repaying debts

“10, 11…” Arthur quietly counted the money as he placed it on the farmer’s doorstep. He was no longer in his pirate attire, but instead in his regular clothing. He didn’t want people bothering him and chasing him away right now.

It had been a month since he had taken Alfred’s food and Alfred had shot his ankle. He had made it to the hospital in time before it got any worse, but it was still sore and had bandages wrapped around it to keep infection out while his skin continued to heal. 

While he wanted nothing more than to repay Alfred with a shot to his own ankle, he was a man of honor and needed to pay his debt for taking the food. He had been planning on paying the farmer back as soon as he could, but he had to do it away from his crew; if he appeared too soft in front of them, they would no doubt question his leadership and overthrow him (again).

“…26, 27…” he was too busy counting to notice someone coming up to him from behind.

@intergalacticfarming

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The events of the month prior weren’t something that Alfred really thought about at all. It still stung a bit, that the profits of his hard work had been stolen from him, but it didn’t matter that much. Farming was a hobby - an activity that served no greater purpose than to deliver waves of nostalgia and hints of a childhood dream he’d only slightly forgotten.

It was on his way back home after his actual job that he actually needed to survive, was when he saw the pirate again. Hunched over and doing something (???) on his door step, Alfred was glad to see that the wound had yet to heal over. Dick deserved it for robbing the shit out of him.

But what Alfred was stuck on, was what this pirate man was doing here? He’d already taken the majority of Alfred’s harvest for the season, there wouldn’t be much more to take for a good while now. Besides, Alfred couldn’t see the man’s ship or crew anywhere, unless they’d somehow managed to improve cloaking technologies tenfold.

“Dude. What are you doing here?”

[scottsomespunk]

If Arthur ever told this story to anyone, he would say that the farmer didn’t surprise him, causing him to jump up and let out a tiny shriek, but sadly that would be a lie.

With his cheeks bright red he cleared his throat, “I am repaying my debt,” he nodded his head towards the money laying on the doorstep. “No one was home, so I thought I’d leave the payment there. It should be enough to cover everything I owe.”

[scottsomespunk]

Repaying debts

"10, 11..." Arthur quietly counted the money as he placed it on the farmer's doorstep. He was no longer in his pirate attire, but instead in his regular clothing. He didn’t want people bothering him and chasing him away right now.

It had been a month since he had taken Alfred's food and Alfred had shot his ankle. He had made it to the hospital in time before it got any worse, but it was still sore and had bandages wrapped around it to keep infection out while his skin continued to heal. 

While he wanted nothing more than to repay Alfred with a shot to his own ankle, he was a man of honor and needed to pay his debt for taking the food. He had been planning on paying the farmer back as soon as he could, but he had to do it away from his crew; if he appeared too soft in front of them, they would no doubt question his leadership and overthrow him (again).

“...26, 27...” he was too busy counting to notice someone coming up to him from behind.

@intergalacticfarming

[scottsomespunk]

[Hails the nearby ship] Hello...! What're you doing all the way out here~?

[smirks] Oh, just sailing, being merry, looking for treasure, [points his sword at the other’s chest] taking down government. [a creepy smile slowly grows on his face]

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[shrugs his arm off his shoulders] Don’t touch me. [sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose] Look, why don’t you just go run off? I’m not always this nice. If you keep annoying me, I’ll have no choice but to take you as a hostage! [Not that he would. This guy was too annoying to be a hostage] [plus he didn’t kidnap random people like he used to]

[intergalacticfarming-blog]

"This is strictly business," he said as he pointed his sword at the boy's chest, "so I'm sure you won't mind." He smirked and licked his lips. Behind him his men were carrying off the farmer's food, "can't have my men going hungry, now can I?"

Hands in the air and eyes on the sword, Alfred may of appeared to be scared but he was anything but. Years of military training and experienced weren’t completely useless, after all, and his combat skills were far better than anyone else of his rank - it was the one thing he was grateful to the Consono military for. He might’ve gone through hell, but at least he came out the other side knowing how to use a gun pretty damned well. 

Gaze flicking down to his right boot, the slight bulge confirmed that - no, he hadn’t left his back-up gun underneath his pillow this time. That had happened far more than it should of, honestly.

“I honestly couldn’t give two shits about your men. Stealing is fucking wrong.”

[scottsomespunk]

Now the brat was bragging. Great. Instead of arguing like everyone excepted, he quietly put his guns away, “alright, lad, you get your wish; we’ll leave.” He slowly walked backwards until he was sure the other wasn’t going to shoot him in the back. He walked up his ship and called to his men to board the ship.

Once everyone was on and the ship was lifting off the ground, he tipped his hat to the other and smirked, “Goodbye, farmer, and thanks for the food!” He laughed loudly along with his men.

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Ugh.

Not even a hero like him could be assed chasing after this fucking pirate. Yeah, he’d worked hard to gather such a vast supply of food, but it wasn’t exactly his livelihood here. Farming was just his hobby, the output of his hobby was appreciated, but not necessary for survival. 

But, just because he couldn’t be fucked dealing with this pirate didn’t mean that he wasn’t at least going to have the last laugh. As the ship began to take off, Alfred raised his pistol one last time at the glinting shimmer of skin between the cuff of the pirate’s pants and his worn socks.

Bang bang.

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The scream that flew from his mouth was that of a wounded animal. He fell down as his hands held his injured ankle, covering his hands in warm blood. His crew rushed to his side, but there was nothing they could do except try to speed up their ship and head to the nearest medic. 

He bit his lip to conceal his scream. Oh how it burned, but he needed to be strong for his crew (and he wouldn’t let that brat hear him screaming anymore). He turned his head to look down at him. His vision was blurred from the pain and the tears, but he could still make out his shape.

“I’ll get you for this, farmer!” He yelled out just before his ship disappeared. 

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Konstanze cupped one hand around her mouth, holding a small bag in the other. "HEY-! Did you lose this?"

“Huh?” He turned around. He was once again dressed in his casual attire, scouting out the area. His eye traveled down to her hand, “oh. I guess so.” He smiled as she drew closer, “thank you, miss. It’s nice to know young women like you exist.” He took the bag and held it.

[scottsomespunk]

[Hails the nearby ship] Hello...! What're you doing all the way out here~?

[smirks] Oh, just sailing, being merry, looking for treasure, [points his sword at the other’s chest] taking down government. [a creepy smile slowly grows on his face]

[scottsomespunk]

His eye widen, “g-get off me!” He shook his foot until the other let go, “what is wrong with ye?!” He froze. His cheeks flared up. He had slipped into his old accent, the one thing he fought for years to control. 

He growled, “be glad I didn’t shoot you.” He nodded his head towards his men, “let’s go. Whatever treasure he has isn’t worth it.”

[selenianseeker-blog]

[He cocks his head to the side] …Why are you being so nice now? Also your voice changed! Is this your nice voice? I like your nice voice much more~! [paps]

[scottsomespunk]

“Shut up!” He yelled, “I’m tired of you and your idiocy!” He turned to his crew, “get me out of here or Ah’ll beat ye’ll black and blue! We don’t have time to waste!” 

[scottsomespunk]

[Hails the nearby ship] Hello...! What're you doing all the way out here~?

[smirks] Oh, just sailing, being merry, looking for treasure, [points his sword at the other’s chest] taking down government. [a creepy smile slowly grows on his face]

[scottsomespunk]

His eye widen, “g-get off me!” He shook his foot until the other let go, “what is wrong with ye?!” He froze. His cheeks flared up. He had slipped into his old accent, the one thing he fought for years to control. 

He growled, “be glad I didn’t shoot you.” He nodded his head towards his men, “let’s go. Whatever treasure he has isn’t worth it.”

[intergalacticfarming-blog]

"This is strictly business," he said as he pointed his sword at the boy's chest, "so I'm sure you won't mind." He smirked and licked his lips. Behind him his men were carrying off the farmer's food, "can't have my men going hungry, now can I?"

Hands in the air and eyes on the sword, Alfred may of appeared to be scared but he was anything but. Years of military training and experienced weren’t completely useless, after all, and his combat skills were far better than anyone else of his rank - it was the one thing he was grateful to the Consono military for. He might’ve gone through hell, but at least he came out the other side knowing how to use a gun pretty damned well. 

Gaze flicking down to his right boot, the slight bulge confirmed that - no, he hadn’t left his back-up gun underneath his pillow this time. That had happened far more than it should of, honestly.

“I honestly couldn’t give two shits about your men. Stealing is fucking wrong.”

[scottsomespunk]

Now the brat was bragging. Great. Instead of arguing like everyone excepted, he quietly put his guns away, “alright, lad, you get your wish; we’ll leave.” He slowly walked backwards until he was sure the other wasn’t going to shoot him in the back. He walked up his ship and called to his men to board the ship.

Once everyone was on and the ship was lifting off the ground, he tipped his hat to the other and smirked, “Goodbye, farmer, and thanks for the food!” He laughed loudly along with his men.

[scottsomespunk]

"This is not yours. Get out."

He rolled his eye in annoyance. Great. He had been spotted trying to steal someone else’s treasure. Normally he would have attacked the ship with his crew and fought until it was safe enough for him to run and grab the treasure, but today he felt like being sneaky. He had sneaked onto the enemy ship and quietly searched around until he found a single treasure chest in a room. He thought he had gotten away with it, but just as he was about to carry it off, he had been spotted by someone.

Why wouldn’t he just have a peaceful day? He stood up and turned to the other. He smirked as he looked at the other, unfazed by his size, “and who’s going to make me?”

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He growled. He didn’t want to leave the treasure behind, but how could he fire his guns then make off with the chest? He would have to hit the man’s shoulder. It wouldn’t kill him, but it would slow him down, allowing a few moments of escape time. Unless he was wearing armor underneath that huge overcoat, which might explain why it seemed to bulge out, but for all he knew this pirate was some fat oaf, which would increase his chances of escaping.

He heaved a sigh before putting the chest down, “fine. I’ll put this down.” While he was squatted he reach into his pistol holders and pulled out his two guns.

[scottsomespunk]

"This is not yours. Get out."

He rolled his eye in annoyance. Great. He had been spotted trying to steal someone else’s treasure. Normally he would have attacked the ship with his crew and fought until it was safe enough for him to run and grab the treasure, but today he felt like being sneaky. He had sneaked onto the enemy ship and quietly searched around until he found a single treasure chest in a room. He thought he had gotten away with it, but just as he was about to carry it off, he had been spotted by someone.

Why wouldn’t he just have a peaceful day? He stood up and turned to the other. He smirked as he looked at the other, unfazed by his size, “and who’s going to make me?”

[zvezdnyy-reyder]

Ivan stepped forward, hand on the weapon by his side. That wasn’t exactly treasure the other was holding, but still, the contents were priceless. It was clear the man thought the chest would hold something of use for him thought it most definitely didn’t. Jaw set he jerked his head towards the door.

“Get out. I have no time for games,” Free hand extended towards the chest he pointed towards it then back to the place it’d been, “Set the chest down. Be glad I let you leave with your life.”

[scottsomespunk]

He rolled his good eye, “you think you can scare me? I am Arthur Kirkland, the feared pirate in the whole sky!” Or so he called himself, but that didn’t make it any less true! “If you think you can strike me down, then you’ve cleared drunk too much sea water,” he scoffed. Why couldn’t people let him be when he was stealing their things? He was doing it for the greater good!

“I’m not leaving without this treasure, and nothing you can say will change my mind.”

[scottsomespunk]

[Hails the nearby ship] Hello...! What're you doing all the way out here~?

[smirks] Oh, just sailing, being merry, looking for treasure, [points his sword at the other’s chest] taking down government. [a creepy smile slowly grows on his face]

[scottsomespunk]

He snorted, “steal from you? What could you possible have that I would want?” He put his sword away, “be lucky I spared your life, child. Next time, you won’t be so lucky.” He raised up his foot to put on the other’s chest, “now, tell me where that treasure is.”

[intergalacticfarming-blog]

"This is strictly business," he said as he pointed his sword at the boy's chest, "so I'm sure you won't mind." He smirked and licked his lips. Behind him his men were carrying off the farmer's food, "can't have my men going hungry, now can I?"

Hands in the air and eyes on the sword, Alfred may of appeared to be scared but he was anything but. Years of military training and experienced weren’t completely useless, after all, and his combat skills were far better than anyone else of his rank - it was the one thing he was grateful to the Consono military for. He might’ve gone through hell, but at least he came out the other side knowing how to use a gun pretty damned well. 

Gaze flicking down to his right boot, the slight bulge confirmed that - no, he hadn’t left his back-up gun underneath his pillow this time. That had happened far more than it should of, honestly.

“I honestly couldn’t give two shits about your men. Stealing is fucking wrong.”

[scottsomespunk]

“Alright, fine.” He turned around to face his men, “alright, lads, we should give th–” With quick speed he grabbed his guns and spun around, pointing them at the farmer. He smirked as he pulled back the hammer on both of them.

“Seems we’re at a stalemate,” he said, “but trust me lad; I am a far faster and better shot than you. Now, put your gun down, back away, and let us go. If you don’t do so in the next three seconds, then I’ll be forced to take you hostage. If you’re lucky, I might make you into a cabin boy instead of killing you.”

 The joyous light from his eye died along with the smirk, “but trust me, lad, you don’t want to be a cabin boy. Especially with a mouth as pretty as yours.”

[scottsomespunk]

[Hails the nearby ship] Hello...! What're you doing all the way out here~?

[smirks] Oh, just sailing, being merry, looking for treasure, [points his sword at the other’s chest] taking down government. [a creepy smile slowly grows on his face]

[selenianseeker-blog]

Ooh!!! You’re looking for treasure too? I found some earlier, and I think there’ll be more~ [He almost vibrates as he speaks, his enthusiasm too much to withhold]

[scottsomespunk]

[frowns] [does this guy not realize he’s being threatened by pirates? Did he even know what a pirate was?] [eye narrow] What exactly is your plan, little man?

[selenianseeker-blog]

[Thinks hard] …I think I’m going to keep some of it, and sell the rest! I found some cool stuff in there. [He’s tempted to go and show the nice man, but getting up in the middle of their conversation would be rude] [That usually doesn’t stop him, but this guy looked interesting and he wants to stay and talk to him!]

[scottsomespunk]

.....Do you even know a pirate is, lad? [now he feels bad for the little idiot] Aren’t you afraid? I mean for goodness sake, lad, I’m pointing a sword at your chest! Do you even know what fear is, or are you lacking the brain cells that tell you when you’re in danger?

[scottsomespunk]

[Hails the nearby ship] Hello...! What're you doing all the way out here~?

[smirks] Oh, just sailing, being merry, looking for treasure, [points his sword at the other’s chest] taking down government. [a creepy smile slowly grows on his face]

[selenianseeker-blog]

Ooh!!! You’re looking for treasure too? I found some earlier, and I think there’ll be more~ [He almost vibrates as he speaks, his enthusiasm too much to withhold]

[scottsomespunk]

[frowns] [does this guy not realize he’s being threatened by pirates? Did he even know what a pirate was?] [eye narrow] What exactly is your plan, little man?