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[captainkurosolaire]

Comprehend Don’t Glimpse (1/3)

In an early heatwave of the Thanalans, the only reprieve was the tide’s splashes from the low-winds adjusting against the pier of Crescent Cove where often all transactions and hauling done with the Crew known at the time as ‘The Goldbrand’ a band of misfits who were small in familia numbers outside but proficiently equalized multiple in their respective trades and categories. This took place prior to becoming ‘Captain’ Solaire when the title wasn’t mantled on him. Still relatively in his heart-throbbing youth where decisions were impactful in determining the man to become. During loading of cargo to the ship merely known as ‘Crimson’ of time. His fellow clients wished to have smuggled something that brought to him that’d questioned everything and challenge him, proving to the scale of his character. -- His heart that couldn’t be shown. Given the lecture, it was dangerous to give such and he’d pay the price as the future inevitably dictated. He’d wipe the sweat off the forehead scanning off only a few more remaining, readjusting his bandana. A wooden crate with air pocket-holes remained as his hands graced the outskirt’s edges to lift, a muffled and loud pitched newborn whine played out. Causing him to settle down and step away readjusting his feline ears towards, “Shite….no.” said. A similar situation arose, he too abandoned and left. But not like this, not inhumane, not as a treated object or possession packed with all the other items and trafficked. He knew that his crew would surely come back and couldn’t explain to them, they’d probably overlook. But among the crew out of all them, he always had one thing that separated him a tad-more, compassion. He sought to understand others and conversed with all forms as he honed his speechcraft. Here laid conflict. What to do… That morally kept repeating his head agonizing him. As he paced taking his bandana off and rummaging through his hair pulling it in a swept-back. <Damn it, damn it, damn it! Why> This was a gun loaded that he couldn’t pull the trigger to leave be. It was far too dangerous to leave the defenseless youngster and stuff them in the cargo-room and expect the waves kind, it wouldn’t work to take care of the thing or even have it aboard. Whoever was behind it was far more heartless beyond humane. But it wasn’t uncommon, he was close to the place known for exchanging in every trade unimaginable including disgusting acts like this. There was corruption all over the scope of Ul’dah. He saw it and lived through it and dealt with it. He stormed off quickly and ran to his room gathering his long-coat from his dresser and placing it on and taking a crowbar, he’d uplift the lid and cradle the kid between his coat protectively. “Least I can give you a chance fer yer freedom. I hate to leave you in the orphanage I was in, though beats anywhere else! Don’t tell anyone I did this...” He’d sigh a firm hand on the back of its scalp as he needed to navigate a sandstorm localized in Thanalan at the current standing that kept people locked in their homes in Horizon and elsewhere on the journey. He took the brunt of it and kept under wraps the child who slowly faded from crying and became comforted by the conditioning care finding sleep.  He entrusted information to his shadow only buried far away in the secrecy of his gentle caring nature in-order to prevent frowns or agreements with his guts righteousness. It wasn’t about masculinity or pride, It was about exploitation that could be used as a weak-point. In the piracy or underground circuit world, nothing paid more currency then knowledge of another’s wiring, how they conduct themselves. Lying was often the currency and there were different-faced lies that could mask truth away from the law. Anything could be achieved by belief and confidence of one who discusses or interjects topic if they can believe they’re playing a role, they’re not lying to anyone other than themselves. Which they can use to sell anything on an external level, where nearly all people often have access too. Which they can read and study facial features, ticks, or twitches, by overcoming and halting that no one holds power over you. The flaw is down to showing emotional attachments to the wrong individuals. Because they can use it as a weapon, this pirate held a golden heart that is outlined by black, which served as a targeted item to seize by the Rivaled Captain’s, Opposers, Immortal Flames, Brass Blades those wishing to capture or gain upper hands to tip favor in bringing him, along with many likeminded to think past the same society of restraining shackles that kept submission for order, by any means it was craved design. Even if means they were even more dangerous and corruptive than the outlaws they announced to be wretched public villains.

[captainkurosolaire]

Comprehend Don’t Glimpse (3/3)

They made their way towards the bridge outside the town tension was at overflowing high. Confrontation and a battle would happen no-doubt, one Brass stayed in-front while the other was back, sandwiching him to prevent escape. Each prepped for a quick unsheathed of their blades. They still weren’t sure about this though superiority led them relaxed they held the power and control believably. The pirate held little protectiveness against the sandstorm that flurried throughout. Though an assurant thing was they couldn’t supervise over the orphanage this far from their station. But the problematization is clear. He’d have to commit his first-act of being the label and sinner. To maintain freedom and survive, he’d have to murder. Up to this point he never did so it was his compassion and wishing to solve a different-means. Though in this world, the era they were in, cards dealt presently, this wasn’t arguable or could be reshuffled. To this Pirate, this was his keepsake. He required in being above, to shape possible woven strings and preserve openings of change. To have the gall to destroy history’s webbed line of repetiveness. Instead, of remaining idly silent and pacified to unchanged wrongs.

[Previous]

He manipulated and made a schematic of events that played out. As they approached the bridge, he paused tightening the laces on his studded boots that were often loosen an extra excuse using them as a fighting style to use them as projectiles, “Hurry up.” He was hastened by the Brass as they held little patience in their voice even though the sand didn’t affect them with their headgear. As he quickly came back up his hands touched the soils of the desert taking a lump of piled sand and stuffed it into his pockets. Then shoved encouragingly to continue walking. -- “Ah! There ye see the silhouette!?” Solaire rung out a brief but it was only a shadow’s setting sun of the bridge locked behind the gusting dust devil, there wasn’t any breakage or road as he mentioned, but he knew they wore eye folds that had minuscule slits that obscured them in this sands. The one in-front didn’t bite he wasn’t removing the veil. The one behind however would attempt to see. “There’s not-” In every action fast-paced battle drew to siren belled ring. He quickly spun around using the gathered sand and letting it slide into the eyes of the behind Brass causing him to stagger. He closed his eyes to tiny slants leaving little room affected back from particles, though unlike them, his Miqo’te senses proved heightened to steer him. The leading would turn and draw quickly slashing back, “YOU’RE DEAD!” He rung out, he’d quickly skid beneath the ankles in a slide of mobility and his tail propelling with agility getting behind the man trying to shake off his eyes blocked. Before the connection hit, the Seeker of the Sun latched and grabbed the other Brass by the wrists forcefully and unsheathing his blade blocking the blow and then drop-kicking him to his spine and landing on his hands, this propelled the man. As the unhurled Brass leaped from colliding to the other. By doing this he tripped and landed directly on his own blade in a slant heaving an instant folly by evading his partner. It was an incidental fatality. Kuro didn’t intend to take a life that way, he expected the other to be in the thoughts of another to aid but he remembered this Brass was remorselessly out for himself. Inexperience and staggering with emotions Kuro slept up allowing the man remaining enraged. He charged against as Kuro linked and hooked up grabbing the other man’s arms to prevent the strike holding in a struggle of power. As he tried keeping his head away from the blade that was skin-close to him. He went for a dirty-package kick but the pirate would only hit chain-mail. A blow-kick came forward that he’d block with his own knee. But the headgear Brass headbutted the Plunderer causing him to fall back landing with a thud. Now prone and exposed, the Brass attempted to slay the downed pirate with a puncturing directionally downward strike with all his force! The Miqo’te held little room to dodge he had to block creatively. The two-sides of his long legs and soled-boots came meeting between the sides of the blade locking it into place. Steel caressed and ripped through his coat and lightly grazed his skin. He couldn’t maintain. He used his palms and lifted in a back-roll which lunged and jerked the blade to disarm the Brass of the weaponry. Thrown off from both’s reach. Kuro stood back up from the agile roll. However, as he spun to retrieve the blade first. The Brass unlatched from his back a buckler and darted forward bashing the Seeker in the back of the skull, causing crimson to pour. He used the buckler as a blunt object and took his knee and placed it against his tailbone and began wailing on the downed pirate. Causing him to shout in horizontal hits against his back crackling his bones in breakage and bruised affairs. “Arrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaa” He flailed not fully secured in a pin, he’d elbow a shot to the loose spot between the nape of the armor that was compiled stacked worn-wool, a fortune hit. Causing the Brass to fall back but it didn’t do much, only allow the Miqo’te to ilm forward in a slithering slide. His fingertips almost were out near the hilt of the Brasses Blade. “You dare attempt to deceive and kill one of us?!! Your life is meaningless, you’re screwed! We decide the fates of everyone that steps in. You just brought a lifetime of pain to that bastard infant, I’ll see it grow empty, I’ll see it grovel and wither away. IT WON’T ESCAPE ME.” The dust storm picking up at elevated times which caused everything to slide backward. Anger and blood from his back scalp draped down from his forehead between his eyelids in war paint his brows blistering angrily the words and adrenaline made his heart-rate skyrocket as rage fumigated. As the Brass approached to end since the black blizzard pushed everything back that included the weapon to land between his grip as the weight of the object was easier to manipulate. The freebooter spun fully around the Brass however trained blocked through the tiny buckler and laughed sadistically, “You’ll NEVER break-through! I’ll see you in chains, I’ll see you hung and the blood drained slowly, never shown a sign of light ever again!” He was one-legged stood as the pirate slowly inclined his other. As they struggled between. Both having to switch to putting pressure of two-hands behind the weight of what they believed, it was lives fighting against one another. Scales of being the weight of who’d be victorious. An erupting guttural and explosive battle cry broke throughout the buccaneer that gathered his aether and willpower into one effort. His back turned against an incoming huge-wave of a brown wall that was coming forward thunder crackling in the background. The visibility-zero. Only their stances remained affirmative through touched connection. It was as if divine favor chose the pirate who would be Captain or unshaken luck put a feather on the free. As he was catapulted forward as the storm broke against his back, stones and pebbles hitting him from the gust but the recoil was worth it as he pushed beyond his own force, breaking through the buckler. “NO!!” As impossible etched throughout as the Brasses lungs quaked, impenetrable scales broken out, measured and decided. The Captain propelling forward through a clean slice unseeable through the man’s chest directly in puncturing the wicked heart. Ending the voice of his first-of-many oppressors. Kuro’s face buried into the corpsed tunic chain-mail covered up from inhaling the dangers of the dust devil that could destroy the respiratory system. The collision caused him to black-out shortly as the brown wave pushed through. Visibility started to return and the Sun began reuniting over. In this situation, the pirate had taken the jewel and demonstrated the flame while breaking a scale that he should hold no place on. The future jewels were now aligned to shimmer brightly without the wrong-shapers to measure value. While what was dim and immature honed to become a brilliantly dazzling flame to thrive for another fight, day, moment. 

[captainkurosolaire]

Comprehend Don’t Glimpse (2/3)

Battered and banged up by stormed debris but overall made it to the city-gates. Reaching the Scholar’s Walk near side the Alchemist Guild he trotted to his origins.

Sure enough, the pricks from his childhood of the time were on duty. Sworn between the doors preventing escape or entry. They, however, didn’t recognize the grown matured Miqo’te from the scamp they brutalized and abused, no longer showing the same stance.

Their facial features were remorseless, entitled, so, they could be corrupt and play god, play above all matters. A thing that would be learned by the Higher’s of the City-State overtime. Complacency and status inflated ego.

The brash young Seeker bit his tongue and confronted them this wasn’t about him, not in a moment like this.

[Previous]

Each of them putting hands on their hilts from judging already the painstaking scoundrel before them. “What are you here for and holding ruffian?” A grotesque wrinkling Midlander in Brass on the left spoke first, this was the same one behind his helmet that tormented him.

The Captain needed to overcome the peril and rage of this confrontation and suck-up. He couldn’t show emotion. These were Brasses they were looking for any means to get a pay-grade or promotion. He couldn’t imply that he found this small-child in the confines of a crate that he intended on smuggling for a client, he had to make up something. To make matters worse, he was a different race entirely than the Hyur child he was holding with no characteristics of features. That was red-flags all over.

“An abandoned. I take it, ye’ll take care of it. Those are the reasons behind that door ye guard, no? She’s famished and been without a proper meal for a while so the sooner the better.” A sigh left the left man, as his head beckoned the right to step in. To retrieve the kid.

“Indeed, however, I have questions with you before I can simply, let you go... “ He was judging him based on his looks at his profile.

Kuro didn’t wish to make a scene or endanger this kid’s future. So he had to comply… Forking over the infant to one of the Brasses as they opened the doors and brought them to the caretaker and the other misfortunes.

The Brass of Left, stepped in trying to stay opposing and threatening with his sheathed blade towards the unarmed pirate who caught in a dangerous situation. If he objected and tried to flee or leave at this point, these heathens would surely reject the infant and punish it and neglect it of spoiled foods, this was often how it worked here.

They needed this reminder of power above a pirate or a criminal scum who to them was nothing but someone beneath them an advisory that fought against them. Giving them bad namesake, in any other situation the pirate would have been able to stay off the radar but he acted like this. His crew wasn’t aware and couldn’t back him either. The Brass squinches his visage to peer observantly, “What’s someone like YOU. Doing with a Midlander child, did you steal it? If I go search the case files, will I find this? What’s your possible connection, I find it highly unlikely you’re an upstanding citizen. You radiate bad-news.”

The pirate stuffed his hands in his pockets and quenched his fists in curls underneath out of sight to contain and recompose it took ever constraint not to give into fighting. Loosening and composing with an internal inhale and exhale.

Then he devised and put thoughts to actions seeing the background and hearing an unruly loud cry ringing through that made other cries behind the doors of the child who wasn’t being comforted by the other Brasses handle, he couldn’t entrust or leave this be. They were denying the kid luxuries because of who brought it in. He couldn’t allow someone like them to continue to playing guardians to promising lives, he couldn’t have his storied of abuse and neglect repeat through endless cycles. They were proven casket history, which repeats by their placement.

He also couldn’t afford to let himself get caught, he couldn’t explain or lie outright about knowing the parents they would background check and surely make him keep within the City-State… He needed to pull them away.

His trade was always speech and looking in the dark of others of what they craved the most and playing against it. There was an advantage, he knew them more than anyone by growing up around them.

“If ye hadn’t noticed by all the sand covering me, I ran into th’ situation among the midst of the Thanlans little off the bridge to soot-creek. Hard to tell but I think that a caravan may run off-course and broke through railing ye might want to get out there and check the scoped sight, more fellows could be trapped or endangered that sandstorm picked up violently have heard forecast haven’t ye? I was heading to make my rounds to the city-state coming from Horizon got caught in the thicket when I was on the bridge and found an injured lass clutching a cradle and that baby in. She selflessly wished me to get the girl safe away from it, she’s stuck and knew I couldn’t possibly get them both within my limited-focus, I’m merely one bloke after all.”

He played between the emotions and the story-telling, fully, himself believing every word of it. By blaming the force of weather that often obscured, he could use this to his advantage. He played off facts by explaining his appearance which rewrote any detective lens.

Often interrogation conducted on stories untold. Though maybe if a tale held urgency, he could most likely rewrite the issue. Blinding the Brass from notions.

The policed-figure of sorts, “So you’re implying people are still endangered? Leaving their Mother alone out there for what, a temporary shelter in us?” Quickly retorting, “Aye. I attempted to go against wishes but with how thick that sand is nothing is clear it seemed she was caught-stuck, surely she knew this. Who wouldn’t be brave for their kid and muster through their own needs? -- I think if we go now, we can still save them. Leviathan, I’d go… but well, I doubt that’s an option.” Everything was a CLUE when someone spoke. The Brass disdained and didn’t like troublemakers or those who had a prolific image of stereotypical traits. By playing that recording against him, it sounded whistles of ‘reason’ a means of manipulation.

He was far out of the clear though. He needed to play off the already corruptible tendencies and convince them to pry away.

“We shall wait until nightfall, it’ll clear by then and I’ll send this to HQ. Then we’ll validate and verify.”

The pirate lowly disgruntled a snicker and looked away with a lack of approval, The Brass had to reply, “What…” with a following of the pirate’s explanation, “That’s unwise, is that not? Wouldn’t that get you potentially in far worse down the totem-pole? Or stagnant, do ye wish to stay looking after spoiled-little brats that continue to annoy? Think if ye do this heroic act especially during a catastrophic sandstorm -- Even the Sultana would be obligated to discuss this on Royal Court I could see promotions, for acting favored. Maybe as Sworn-Elite or even grander promotions. -- There’s two of you, why don’t you take me -- an unarmed man barely passed his teens and confirm it yourself, if I’m lying you can take me in or easily apprehend me and still claim a prized recognition by jailing me especially if you believe, I’ve abducted. However, when I prove correct you’ll be able to get a medal for saving multiple lives in crossed danger and reunite a child and their Mother. Though if you choose to wait and let the storm continue to pulverize endangered denizens and have knowledge of it, you’ll be in far dire situations, cause keep in-mind now you have that runt somehow behind those doors and the caretaker knows now too. Yer words of explaining shall b’ hard t’ fall-out from this.”

He used his criminal-mind to talk to the twisted. Those who wished for fame and further power were more prone to halt here. Saying lowly, frustratingly. While acting with a hinted pitch of selling himself to a trip to the gallows, what pirate would willingly do that? His words struck true, mixing facts and conveying what was a lied short-tale and turning it into believability.

Kuro’s heart raced never being in this situation. Though he continued for what lay’s on the line.

The Brass thought among himself while his thumb stroked the shaft of his hilt upon curved gladius. Time froze it felt like or became excruciatingly slow. As tension built to his dramatic life flashing. Fear was raising but battling against bravery for what seemed like he was reclaiming his young-life. Others were in threat. The last thing he wanted was to play vigilante. The idolized were unseen-poison. He was a nuisance or the villain of the story to the public eye, enemy number one, as a voice louder than his own declared through law and brainwashing the populous on a massive scale. But dammit!

Those who turned to the petty crime were often broken into corners wishing to soar their freedom more than the word that spread around without weight. They wished to show or spread the embodiments of it. To be a painting they created and not one colored in or seen as but troubled scribbles.

All these thoughts came rushing in a flood before, “...Alright. We’ll see your merit stay here, I’ll converse with my colleague, it’s your word against our own but do not try to speak out about why we left our station. We go as I return with haste to this landmark you’ll show. If you prove dishonest, you know what’s inevitable for you. No one will hear from you again.”