Post by Admin on Dec 21, 2012 17:50:00 GMT -5
*After John had been in his world for several weeks, Micah had found him work on the docks of the airship port, and even a position cooking for the evening meals. he was charged with the sweeter fares, as he'd won over several hearts with his baking recipes. the members of the airship port had become incredibly fond of the turnovers and cakes, and were happy to have them whenever the supplies allowed for John to lead the ladies cooking them.
It was a particular night where John was off in the kitchens, cooking and cleaning with the other ladies, and Micah found himself alone that night, sitting by himself at one of the dining tables in the back. His attention was locked on the small plate of foods and his tumblers of blood until he heard a hush grow in the mess hall. When he looked up, his eyes widened. An airship crew had entered the mess hall and the entirety of the lower peon workers had gone in a hush, backing away from the table to allow the crew to take their fill. But his eyes weren't on the crew. They were on Captain Turner. He swallowed thickly, remembering what John had told him about sucking up his nerves and actually speaking to the captain.
So with a sigh, he stood up and slowly made his way to the front of the hall, where he saw the captain sitting with his grew and quietly eating. He halted, suddenly unnerved by his actions. what was he doing... Swallowing thickly, Micah, inched closer his heart racing a mile a minute before he finally, quietly cleared his throat, looking at the captain* H-hello...
William Turner *They had docked and disembarked. Captain Turner's First Mate, who happened to be his own father, had suggested stopping by the pub for a celebratory evening meal. It was uncommon for the men to gather in such a public place. William preferred to take his meals aboard his vessel.
It wasn't that he was snobbish, quite the opposite. His reserve kept him from seeking out large groupings. He found he didn't know quite what to say to others in crowded settings. He sat quietly and ate his fare, content with the day-old confections that had been prepared by the newcomer.
And everyone had heard about that. A man had fallen from the sky a few weeks prior. Instead of being a monster or beast to be vanquished, he had turned out to be quite the talented gentleman. He was larger than most, yet soft spoken. Kind, almost. And as reserved as Captain Turner, himself, was.
William had noticed that the man from the sky had befriended one of the vampires. He knew of Micah through periphery, several of his crew had spoken highly of the man. So when William heard the hushed, shy greeting, he looked up in surprise.* Good day to you, sir.
Micah Watson *he balked, listening to the reply. He didn't actually think that the captain would talk to him at all. Hell, Micah hadn't even thought beyond what would happen after he greeted him! So he stared at the captain, feeling a white hot heat fill his face. Dammit... Had he waited to take his fill until AFTER he'd pulled such a stunt, he wouldn't be able to blush. Now with the fresh blood back in his body, he knew it was all rushing to his face and ears now, and he coughed, looking down. Terrific.*
Hm... I eh.. I wanted to... welcome you to the eh port. Seeing as I never did so when you first arrived.. *really? REALLY? That's what he could come up with. Pining after this man for almost 2 years, watching him from behind the safety of his scrub bucket and The captain's stature, and now he was choking up now* And that the... try the turn overs. *he bit out, now really regretting coming over here now. Well it was now or never* .. Good evening!
*with that he turned on his heel and stiffly (and VERY quickly) bolted for the door. But in his haste, he tripped over a bench, completely upending a table with a loud crash. Oh he could never show his face again after this. Cursing himself, he ran out the door into the night, leaving the entire crew befuddled*
William Turner *They were all extremely confused by the man's actions. William the most. He smiled at the vampire, hoping for polite conversation and found himself utterly at a loss when the vampire not only stumbled over his words but seemed embarrassed to be seen speaking to the Captain.
William knew he had a bit of a fearsome reputation. He and his crew were the most stalwart Airship crew in all of Britannia. His men lead several raids on hostile territories and were the crew chosen most often to lead battles with enemies.
He sat confused for a moment before raising a hand to order the suggested turnover. And then promptly ordered a second to be sent, with his compliments, to the vampire. The man might not wish to be seen talking to the Airship Captain, but William was a gentleman. And the turnover was simply heavenly.*
Micah Watson *Micah wouldn't be receiving that turnover until many hours later, as he had bolted from the pub and activated his Luna-stone. Running,he'd torn his own shirt open and sliced his fingertip open on the device on his chest, activating the device with his bloody fingerprint and quickly phasing to wolf. Running into the depths of night, he ran, his heart beating wildly. In all his 500 years, he'd never been as scared of anything as he was even talking to the captain. And now with his wild display of nerves he never could again. So he'd taken John's advice and blown it entirely. All because he was too shy to speak to his interest like a normal human being.
oh wait, he wasn't anymore.
perhaps it was the nerves of knowing that he had such a deep interest in a man that was supposed to have existed 500 years after himself. That Micah wasn't even supposed to be in the same time period as this man. And yet here he was. Lost. Hell it was over 200 years after he'd met the doctor, Caleb, whom he'd had a minor attraction to. But this was strong. Maybe He was meant to be shy with his feelings. he wasn't human anymore after all...
It didn't take long for his adrenaline levels to even out again and he slowly phased back to human. Ugh, he wasn't a coward. and he couldn't hide in the woods forever. he had a duty to perform. So it was with a heavy sigh that Micah returned to his bunk in the port housing. And found a little turnover waiting for him on a plate.
~*~
*he went to work again the next morning, once again assigned to the Dutchman's care. However, he tried his damnedest not to be caught staring at the Captain. he was sure half the port-village had heard about his blunder and would be looking for an excuse to tease him now. And the captain. Oh Micah didn't' want to think about what he must be thinking.*
William Turner *The Captain, unfortunately had had to return to his vessel. He had heard the talk and found himself the center of speculation. Were the Captain and vampire carrying on a clandestine affair under the noses of the townsfolk? It appeared that the vampire was carrying a torch for the Airship Captain, though William had his doubts.
After all, if the vampire had been infatuated, would he have run from the pub in such a rush? William had been alone for far too long and had long forgotten the intricacies of courtship. His very public marriage to the Lady Elizabeth had been purely for the public. While they had been amicable, the pair had had no love. And the son that he claimed, was in fact, not his. He would never admit such, not openly. It would be detrimental to both the Lady and her son.
After a time, he found himself craving more confections from the Outlander. In all his time in Britannia, he had never had anything quite so delectable. It was as though the man was capable of ensnaring others within his spell. Except the magic was food.
When they docked at the port, he found himself drawn to the pub. He hoped to find another confection from the Outlander, but more so, he found himself hoping to see the vampire again. Never in all his days had he met anyone as surprising as the vampire.*
Micah Watson *Micah had done well to avoid the pub as much as possible, but as it turned out it was one of the nights that John was working again, and he'd wandered in that direction to meet his friend and walk with him back to the port bunkhouse. He'd been allowed the remainder of the day off, so much to his chagrin when he entered the pub, he had no idea that Captain Turner's ship was still in port. Normally, the Dutchman would have set sail by now, but... it appeared that the captain had had other plans. Standing in the doorway silently, he stared at the back of the captain's head for a long moment, completely oblivious to the people that pushed past him as he nearly blocked the doorway.
what was he doing. he couldn't act like such a coward all the time! After all, it had been a fluke of his behavior after all. And he was perfectly allowed to the pub. There was no doubt about that. So with a heavy sigh, he slowly made his way inside, and sat at the pub bar, rather proud of himself that he didn't look at the captain once as he walked in. his back was to the captain as he sat and ordered himself a feed, deciding to go for his own special mix. it was illegal to hunt stags, but it was more often than not, somehow the silver blood would wind up in the larders of many vampire- friendly establishments. So he ordered that, mixed with a thinned concoction of pig's blood, making a light silvery pink brew that was more sweet than any pure blood available. He sipped it gratefully, feeling the stag's blood rush through him like a calming wave and he sighed in relief*
William Turner *They sat at the same table they had the night of the original incident. William was enjoying one of the Outlander's confections and seriously considering requesting the man become his personal cook. The only drawback to having such a lavish fare readily available to him would be his own waistline. He knew it would grow to bursting if he had such richness on board his vessel.
One of his men fell silent, drawing his attention. He turned and watched as the man tracked someone entering the pub. At first, he assumed it was someone with whom they were acquainted (and possibly was owed gold), but found himself surprised to see the vampire.
The vampire knew the Outlander. Perhaps he had arrived to accompany the Outlander home? Why did that cause pain? He did not have a heart in the traditional sense, having had it cut out in battle. He kept it close to him, nonetheless, and found himself surprised that it constricted as though it was a real heart. Were they lovers? Why did it matter?
He finished his drink and awaited a refill. When none came, he found himself at a loss. He needed more. Standing, he walked toward the bar. The hush that followed his wake was impressive. He settled not far from the vampire and requested a refill on his ale. As he did, he glanced at the vampire and smiled in greeting. Why did he smile? Why did it matter? The man was obviously involved with the Outlander.*
Micah Watson *he was halfway through his tumbler of mixed blood and feeling quite fuzzy around the edges when he felt the presence next to him. He looked up, his eyes partially glazed over and took note of the smile on the captain's lips. Had he not decided to partake in the stag's blood his nerves would have been shot to hell. But now he simply smiled and nodded back to him, taking another hearty drought from the pink mixture in his glass*
I thought you'd gone out to air by now *he said simply looking down at his glass with that same silly little smile on his lips. Oh this couldn't end well if he were already feeling the effects of the stag blood. Equivalent to hard liquor for humans, he chuckled lightly and kept his stead, trying his hardest not to stare at the captain*
William Turner We completed our task with time to spare *William said simply. He raised his own glass to his lips and sipped it lightly. Ah, conversation. Perhaps the man was not so scared, after all? He noted the mixture in the vampire's tumbler and considered asking after it, but chose to hold his tongue. He knew that, considering the sheer amount of ale, he would instead ask after the Outlander.
And he found he really did not want to know. Instead, he continued to sit next to the vampire, in no rush to settle with his men at their table. Why? He did not know. This man drew him in like no other. He was intriguing in that he had never had anyone react in such a way to him before.*
Micah Watson *he nodded, finishing off his brew and ordering a simple doe blood flagon, taking it with a nod to the keep, and sipping it. He felt a dribble of it escape the corner of his mouth and his tongue darted out to catch the drop, missing it miserably as it ran down the side of his chin. He chuckled, fangs exposed and wiped at the drop with his hand, smearing a pink streak on the corner of his mouth. he'd order another stag brew after this...*
Tasks... and what sort of tasks would they be, if it is not too bold of me to ask *he said, looking back at the captain, locking eyes with him. He had nice eyes. Micah kicked himself repeatedly for having chickened out before. THIS is how their first encounter should have been. he blushed a little and looked down at the counter top* I shouldn't be asking such personal questions. I'm just here to pick up John the ehm.. Outlander. He is the one to make such delicious desserts that you seem to enjoy *he perked up* perhaps I can ask John to make you a pack to take with you when you set sail again?
*he attributed it to the blood in his system, but for the first time in the few days since he'd first encountered the captain that Micah felt somewhat useful. he turned on his stool and watched him, resting his jaw in the cup of his hand* I know your name... but I don't believe you know mine. if you care... it's Micah *he bowed his head to him* and I just wanted to say... I... fully appreciate the work you do for Britannia. *he quickly said. Well okay maybe he was still cowardly after all* You are a fine captain. I have been so honored to meet two honorable and fine men in the past weeks.
William Turner *William was taken aback. This suave, smooth-talking, rather attractive individual was nothing like the bumbling, clumsy boy who had upended a table in his haste to remove himself from the Captain's presence. William smiled a little, brow quirking. His gaze tracked that dribble of blood and licked his own lips unconsciously*
My tasks... I am not at liberty to discuss the particulars. Suffice it to say, we serve His Royal Majesty's interests to the best of our ability. *He knew his newest 'acquisition' was still being searched, tested and debriefed in the lower chambers of the Palace. The passengers would be hidden and not spoken of for days yet, maybe weeks, until they could be deemed ready for the public.
He focused instead on the idea of taking confections back aboard his vessel and smiled openly* I would be honored to have his confections aboard my vessel. Please extend my wishes for such. The turnover you suggested was simply divine. Never have I had anything so light and sweet. *He smiled* Micah. It is truly a pleasure. I have seen you about. Are you a dockworker?
Micah Watson *he smiled a bit, bowing his head at his question* yes i am. I have worked the docks of this airship port for years. it was only in the past two years that I worked up-deck. before I was kept below, maintaining the gears of the docks. It would seem that there had been a lacking of vampires to volunteer for such tasks as many prefer the out of doors and fresh air. And it goes without saying that my skill and strength were enough to secure me a position. *he shrugged and put his flagon down, crossing his arms to rest his elbows on the bar top* I hadn't seen sunlight in 12 years prior to clambering up-deck to the position I have now.
*at William's refusal to give any details, Micah nodded and kept his tongue* very well then. I should not have asked about your position. *he kept his eyes down, his fingertips fiddling with the cloth of his tied-off shirt. He looked up at the far wall and smiled* It has been far too long since I have stepped down my hierarchical ranking. I had forgotten my manners. Forgive me
*he looked back at the captain and nodded his subservience to him*
William Turner It is not that I do not wish to tell you. I am not able. My commission would be revoked and I would be sent away should I reveal my duties. *He sighed softly and quaffed his ale. It had been a veritable nightmare, what they had seen. And he knew that anyone aware of the location of the Wasteland would do well to avoid it.*
It sounds as though you have done well for yourself, rising through the ranks. Once very long ago, I was but a peasant boy. A blacksmith. Now I am Captain. *He turned, eyes gleaming in the low light* Anything is possible, my good man. You could eventually have a commission for yourself, should you so wish it.
*He blinked and shook his head* Please, I am no more than you. I am but a man performing my service for my country and my King. I do not sit higher than you. Do not submit yourself to me.
Micah Watson *he chuckled* no... i have fallen in ranks. *he said, looking at him quietly* I understand that you cannot reveal you r duties. In honesty I had forgotten that etiquette. 12 years working under the docks with no light has been merely a tear drop in the time that I have been alive. Even working my way up to up-deck is a far far stretch away from where i used to be *he chuckled* my father used to work for the Duke. we were but a few ranks lower than the king himself. *he shook his head* but that was over 5 centuries ago. Far far long ago, and before you had even been thought of. So I do bow to you, captain. *he smiled at him, taking his drink and finishing it in one swallow*
You rose in our society while i had quickly tumbled. you are most certainly commendable, sir. And why i admire you so deeply. *he chuckled, ordering another stag's brew and sipping it slowly* although I find i admire your willingness to mingle with myself of such low ranking. This would be frowned against in the pearl city.
William Turner I care nothing for society. Their whims and frivolous ways have brought ruin to more than one court. *He sighed and shook his head* Forgive me, I do not mean such an outburst. I simply tire of being told with whom I can carry on conversations. I would prefer to speak with whomever I so choose.
*He raised a hand and ordered a second drink for himself* I am sorry you had fallen thus. You seem very noble. The few vampires I have met over my years have been... less.
*He sipped his ale and considered the man next to him* You have watched me. Might I inquire as to why?
Micah Watson That is because I wasn't born a vampire. I should not be alive in this day and age. A young, inexperienced vampiress decided to make me her meal. You know how horribly a vampire is punished for attacking a human. Of course I was taken away from my hierarchy... but I do not hate that now. I appreciate what it has done to me. I honed my skills as a fighter, a mercenary. Although.. *he laughed* it has been quite a few years since I have partaken in a battle *he shook his head quietly* But i have learned the appreciation of not having things given to me on a whim *he laughed* it would seem we have had opposite dealings in our lifetime.
*he then looked up at the captain and smirked* why I have watched you... I do not know to be frank. There has been little in the way of excitement these past years, and perhaps I found you most interesting. After all, a vampire does thrive on the senses
William Turner *He allowed himself a soft smile at the comment* I did not realize I was so entertaining. I merely do what I am directed to do. I am a servant of the Crown. As are we all.
*He pondered the vampire and his background* If you are well-versed in the art of combat, perhaps you would consider consigning yourself to a vessel? We have few warriors these days and it would seem that there has been a bit of upheaval. I do know we have lost three Airships in just the last fortnight.
Micah Watson *he pondered this for a long moment, looking down at his flagon before finishing the last of the drink with a sigh* I do not know if i would be welcomed. it is not customary for crew members to be welcome to "bloodsuckers". After all we are ticking bombs. ready to snap and devour like domesticated lions who go feral *he said, mocking the jeers he'd heard of his now species from other humans* there are many peace advocates within the bunk housing. As we are all equal. well fed, cared for in exchange for our meals. Aboard a ship... *he shook his head* there is not enough storage to carry the amount of blood needed to survive.
*he looked up at the captain and smiled bowing his head to him* however... You words bolster me. Perhaps I will find work as a mercenary once again. *he smiled and leaned in to shake his hand, looking up into his eyes. His smile was fanged and his own eyes were shaded in black from the sheer volume of blood he'd consumed, but his touch was calm*
William Turner *William nodded, understanding. That had been a concern for many years among those who graced the skies. While the vampires in the community might have been a welcome addition aboard the Airships, keeping supplies of blood fresh was a conundrum. No one had been able to concoct a way to keep fresh blood from spoiling aboard the vessels.* I do see your concern. We have no way to keep the blood fresh aboard the Dutchman, and she is the most advanced ship in the fleet.
But perhaps mercenary work would suit you. There is a desperate need for men to bolster the ranks and keep our shores safe from harm. I have heard tales... *He trailed off, not willing to go into detail.*
Micah Watson *he nodded, listening to him. When the captain trailed of, he frowned, leaning in. Perhaps he was more intoxicated than he thought. The looks of the captain's crew members watching him carefully went unnoticed and he frowned, cocking his head to the side* tales of what? I don't know what you mean...
*he leaned back on his stool, resting his chin in his hand* no.. I'm sorry. It is not my place to pry. *he smirked and stood* However i must take my dear John home now. It has gone far late into the night and he will be tired. *he smiled and bowed his head to the captain, smiling at him* It has been a pleasure Captain.
William Turner *William watched him quietly* Perhaps someday I can talk about what happened, where I had been, and what we have seen. Until then... *He broke off, glancing back at his crew. They were watching the vampire suspiciously, but he waved them off.*
Please extend to the Outlander my compliments on the confections. I look forward to more. *He held out a hand in companionship* It has been a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.
It was a particular night where John was off in the kitchens, cooking and cleaning with the other ladies, and Micah found himself alone that night, sitting by himself at one of the dining tables in the back. His attention was locked on the small plate of foods and his tumblers of blood until he heard a hush grow in the mess hall. When he looked up, his eyes widened. An airship crew had entered the mess hall and the entirety of the lower peon workers had gone in a hush, backing away from the table to allow the crew to take their fill. But his eyes weren't on the crew. They were on Captain Turner. He swallowed thickly, remembering what John had told him about sucking up his nerves and actually speaking to the captain.
So with a sigh, he stood up and slowly made his way to the front of the hall, where he saw the captain sitting with his grew and quietly eating. He halted, suddenly unnerved by his actions. what was he doing... Swallowing thickly, Micah, inched closer his heart racing a mile a minute before he finally, quietly cleared his throat, looking at the captain* H-hello...
William Turner *They had docked and disembarked. Captain Turner's First Mate, who happened to be his own father, had suggested stopping by the pub for a celebratory evening meal. It was uncommon for the men to gather in such a public place. William preferred to take his meals aboard his vessel.
It wasn't that he was snobbish, quite the opposite. His reserve kept him from seeking out large groupings. He found he didn't know quite what to say to others in crowded settings. He sat quietly and ate his fare, content with the day-old confections that had been prepared by the newcomer.
And everyone had heard about that. A man had fallen from the sky a few weeks prior. Instead of being a monster or beast to be vanquished, he had turned out to be quite the talented gentleman. He was larger than most, yet soft spoken. Kind, almost. And as reserved as Captain Turner, himself, was.
William had noticed that the man from the sky had befriended one of the vampires. He knew of Micah through periphery, several of his crew had spoken highly of the man. So when William heard the hushed, shy greeting, he looked up in surprise.* Good day to you, sir.
Micah Watson *he balked, listening to the reply. He didn't actually think that the captain would talk to him at all. Hell, Micah hadn't even thought beyond what would happen after he greeted him! So he stared at the captain, feeling a white hot heat fill his face. Dammit... Had he waited to take his fill until AFTER he'd pulled such a stunt, he wouldn't be able to blush. Now with the fresh blood back in his body, he knew it was all rushing to his face and ears now, and he coughed, looking down. Terrific.*
Hm... I eh.. I wanted to... welcome you to the eh port. Seeing as I never did so when you first arrived.. *really? REALLY? That's what he could come up with. Pining after this man for almost 2 years, watching him from behind the safety of his scrub bucket and The captain's stature, and now he was choking up now* And that the... try the turn overs. *he bit out, now really regretting coming over here now. Well it was now or never* .. Good evening!
*with that he turned on his heel and stiffly (and VERY quickly) bolted for the door. But in his haste, he tripped over a bench, completely upending a table with a loud crash. Oh he could never show his face again after this. Cursing himself, he ran out the door into the night, leaving the entire crew befuddled*
William Turner *They were all extremely confused by the man's actions. William the most. He smiled at the vampire, hoping for polite conversation and found himself utterly at a loss when the vampire not only stumbled over his words but seemed embarrassed to be seen speaking to the Captain.
William knew he had a bit of a fearsome reputation. He and his crew were the most stalwart Airship crew in all of Britannia. His men lead several raids on hostile territories and were the crew chosen most often to lead battles with enemies.
He sat confused for a moment before raising a hand to order the suggested turnover. And then promptly ordered a second to be sent, with his compliments, to the vampire. The man might not wish to be seen talking to the Airship Captain, but William was a gentleman. And the turnover was simply heavenly.*
Micah Watson *Micah wouldn't be receiving that turnover until many hours later, as he had bolted from the pub and activated his Luna-stone. Running,he'd torn his own shirt open and sliced his fingertip open on the device on his chest, activating the device with his bloody fingerprint and quickly phasing to wolf. Running into the depths of night, he ran, his heart beating wildly. In all his 500 years, he'd never been as scared of anything as he was even talking to the captain. And now with his wild display of nerves he never could again. So he'd taken John's advice and blown it entirely. All because he was too shy to speak to his interest like a normal human being.
oh wait, he wasn't anymore.
perhaps it was the nerves of knowing that he had such a deep interest in a man that was supposed to have existed 500 years after himself. That Micah wasn't even supposed to be in the same time period as this man. And yet here he was. Lost. Hell it was over 200 years after he'd met the doctor, Caleb, whom he'd had a minor attraction to. But this was strong. Maybe He was meant to be shy with his feelings. he wasn't human anymore after all...
It didn't take long for his adrenaline levels to even out again and he slowly phased back to human. Ugh, he wasn't a coward. and he couldn't hide in the woods forever. he had a duty to perform. So it was with a heavy sigh that Micah returned to his bunk in the port housing. And found a little turnover waiting for him on a plate.
~*~
*he went to work again the next morning, once again assigned to the Dutchman's care. However, he tried his damnedest not to be caught staring at the Captain. he was sure half the port-village had heard about his blunder and would be looking for an excuse to tease him now. And the captain. Oh Micah didn't' want to think about what he must be thinking.*
William Turner *The Captain, unfortunately had had to return to his vessel. He had heard the talk and found himself the center of speculation. Were the Captain and vampire carrying on a clandestine affair under the noses of the townsfolk? It appeared that the vampire was carrying a torch for the Airship Captain, though William had his doubts.
After all, if the vampire had been infatuated, would he have run from the pub in such a rush? William had been alone for far too long and had long forgotten the intricacies of courtship. His very public marriage to the Lady Elizabeth had been purely for the public. While they had been amicable, the pair had had no love. And the son that he claimed, was in fact, not his. He would never admit such, not openly. It would be detrimental to both the Lady and her son.
After a time, he found himself craving more confections from the Outlander. In all his time in Britannia, he had never had anything quite so delectable. It was as though the man was capable of ensnaring others within his spell. Except the magic was food.
When they docked at the port, he found himself drawn to the pub. He hoped to find another confection from the Outlander, but more so, he found himself hoping to see the vampire again. Never in all his days had he met anyone as surprising as the vampire.*
Micah Watson *Micah had done well to avoid the pub as much as possible, but as it turned out it was one of the nights that John was working again, and he'd wandered in that direction to meet his friend and walk with him back to the port bunkhouse. He'd been allowed the remainder of the day off, so much to his chagrin when he entered the pub, he had no idea that Captain Turner's ship was still in port. Normally, the Dutchman would have set sail by now, but... it appeared that the captain had had other plans. Standing in the doorway silently, he stared at the back of the captain's head for a long moment, completely oblivious to the people that pushed past him as he nearly blocked the doorway.
what was he doing. he couldn't act like such a coward all the time! After all, it had been a fluke of his behavior after all. And he was perfectly allowed to the pub. There was no doubt about that. So with a heavy sigh, he slowly made his way inside, and sat at the pub bar, rather proud of himself that he didn't look at the captain once as he walked in. his back was to the captain as he sat and ordered himself a feed, deciding to go for his own special mix. it was illegal to hunt stags, but it was more often than not, somehow the silver blood would wind up in the larders of many vampire- friendly establishments. So he ordered that, mixed with a thinned concoction of pig's blood, making a light silvery pink brew that was more sweet than any pure blood available. He sipped it gratefully, feeling the stag's blood rush through him like a calming wave and he sighed in relief*
William Turner *They sat at the same table they had the night of the original incident. William was enjoying one of the Outlander's confections and seriously considering requesting the man become his personal cook. The only drawback to having such a lavish fare readily available to him would be his own waistline. He knew it would grow to bursting if he had such richness on board his vessel.
One of his men fell silent, drawing his attention. He turned and watched as the man tracked someone entering the pub. At first, he assumed it was someone with whom they were acquainted (and possibly was owed gold), but found himself surprised to see the vampire.
The vampire knew the Outlander. Perhaps he had arrived to accompany the Outlander home? Why did that cause pain? He did not have a heart in the traditional sense, having had it cut out in battle. He kept it close to him, nonetheless, and found himself surprised that it constricted as though it was a real heart. Were they lovers? Why did it matter?
He finished his drink and awaited a refill. When none came, he found himself at a loss. He needed more. Standing, he walked toward the bar. The hush that followed his wake was impressive. He settled not far from the vampire and requested a refill on his ale. As he did, he glanced at the vampire and smiled in greeting. Why did he smile? Why did it matter? The man was obviously involved with the Outlander.*
Micah Watson *he was halfway through his tumbler of mixed blood and feeling quite fuzzy around the edges when he felt the presence next to him. He looked up, his eyes partially glazed over and took note of the smile on the captain's lips. Had he not decided to partake in the stag's blood his nerves would have been shot to hell. But now he simply smiled and nodded back to him, taking another hearty drought from the pink mixture in his glass*
I thought you'd gone out to air by now *he said simply looking down at his glass with that same silly little smile on his lips. Oh this couldn't end well if he were already feeling the effects of the stag blood. Equivalent to hard liquor for humans, he chuckled lightly and kept his stead, trying his hardest not to stare at the captain*
William Turner We completed our task with time to spare *William said simply. He raised his own glass to his lips and sipped it lightly. Ah, conversation. Perhaps the man was not so scared, after all? He noted the mixture in the vampire's tumbler and considered asking after it, but chose to hold his tongue. He knew that, considering the sheer amount of ale, he would instead ask after the Outlander.
And he found he really did not want to know. Instead, he continued to sit next to the vampire, in no rush to settle with his men at their table. Why? He did not know. This man drew him in like no other. He was intriguing in that he had never had anyone react in such a way to him before.*
Micah Watson *he nodded, finishing off his brew and ordering a simple doe blood flagon, taking it with a nod to the keep, and sipping it. He felt a dribble of it escape the corner of his mouth and his tongue darted out to catch the drop, missing it miserably as it ran down the side of his chin. He chuckled, fangs exposed and wiped at the drop with his hand, smearing a pink streak on the corner of his mouth. he'd order another stag brew after this...*
Tasks... and what sort of tasks would they be, if it is not too bold of me to ask *he said, looking back at the captain, locking eyes with him. He had nice eyes. Micah kicked himself repeatedly for having chickened out before. THIS is how their first encounter should have been. he blushed a little and looked down at the counter top* I shouldn't be asking such personal questions. I'm just here to pick up John the ehm.. Outlander. He is the one to make such delicious desserts that you seem to enjoy *he perked up* perhaps I can ask John to make you a pack to take with you when you set sail again?
*he attributed it to the blood in his system, but for the first time in the few days since he'd first encountered the captain that Micah felt somewhat useful. he turned on his stool and watched him, resting his jaw in the cup of his hand* I know your name... but I don't believe you know mine. if you care... it's Micah *he bowed his head to him* and I just wanted to say... I... fully appreciate the work you do for Britannia. *he quickly said. Well okay maybe he was still cowardly after all* You are a fine captain. I have been so honored to meet two honorable and fine men in the past weeks.
William Turner *William was taken aback. This suave, smooth-talking, rather attractive individual was nothing like the bumbling, clumsy boy who had upended a table in his haste to remove himself from the Captain's presence. William smiled a little, brow quirking. His gaze tracked that dribble of blood and licked his own lips unconsciously*
My tasks... I am not at liberty to discuss the particulars. Suffice it to say, we serve His Royal Majesty's interests to the best of our ability. *He knew his newest 'acquisition' was still being searched, tested and debriefed in the lower chambers of the Palace. The passengers would be hidden and not spoken of for days yet, maybe weeks, until they could be deemed ready for the public.
He focused instead on the idea of taking confections back aboard his vessel and smiled openly* I would be honored to have his confections aboard my vessel. Please extend my wishes for such. The turnover you suggested was simply divine. Never have I had anything so light and sweet. *He smiled* Micah. It is truly a pleasure. I have seen you about. Are you a dockworker?
Micah Watson *he smiled a bit, bowing his head at his question* yes i am. I have worked the docks of this airship port for years. it was only in the past two years that I worked up-deck. before I was kept below, maintaining the gears of the docks. It would seem that there had been a lacking of vampires to volunteer for such tasks as many prefer the out of doors and fresh air. And it goes without saying that my skill and strength were enough to secure me a position. *he shrugged and put his flagon down, crossing his arms to rest his elbows on the bar top* I hadn't seen sunlight in 12 years prior to clambering up-deck to the position I have now.
*at William's refusal to give any details, Micah nodded and kept his tongue* very well then. I should not have asked about your position. *he kept his eyes down, his fingertips fiddling with the cloth of his tied-off shirt. He looked up at the far wall and smiled* It has been far too long since I have stepped down my hierarchical ranking. I had forgotten my manners. Forgive me
*he looked back at the captain and nodded his subservience to him*
William Turner It is not that I do not wish to tell you. I am not able. My commission would be revoked and I would be sent away should I reveal my duties. *He sighed softly and quaffed his ale. It had been a veritable nightmare, what they had seen. And he knew that anyone aware of the location of the Wasteland would do well to avoid it.*
It sounds as though you have done well for yourself, rising through the ranks. Once very long ago, I was but a peasant boy. A blacksmith. Now I am Captain. *He turned, eyes gleaming in the low light* Anything is possible, my good man. You could eventually have a commission for yourself, should you so wish it.
*He blinked and shook his head* Please, I am no more than you. I am but a man performing my service for my country and my King. I do not sit higher than you. Do not submit yourself to me.
Micah Watson *he chuckled* no... i have fallen in ranks. *he said, looking at him quietly* I understand that you cannot reveal you r duties. In honesty I had forgotten that etiquette. 12 years working under the docks with no light has been merely a tear drop in the time that I have been alive. Even working my way up to up-deck is a far far stretch away from where i used to be *he chuckled* my father used to work for the Duke. we were but a few ranks lower than the king himself. *he shook his head* but that was over 5 centuries ago. Far far long ago, and before you had even been thought of. So I do bow to you, captain. *he smiled at him, taking his drink and finishing it in one swallow*
You rose in our society while i had quickly tumbled. you are most certainly commendable, sir. And why i admire you so deeply. *he chuckled, ordering another stag's brew and sipping it slowly* although I find i admire your willingness to mingle with myself of such low ranking. This would be frowned against in the pearl city.
William Turner I care nothing for society. Their whims and frivolous ways have brought ruin to more than one court. *He sighed and shook his head* Forgive me, I do not mean such an outburst. I simply tire of being told with whom I can carry on conversations. I would prefer to speak with whomever I so choose.
*He raised a hand and ordered a second drink for himself* I am sorry you had fallen thus. You seem very noble. The few vampires I have met over my years have been... less.
*He sipped his ale and considered the man next to him* You have watched me. Might I inquire as to why?
Micah Watson That is because I wasn't born a vampire. I should not be alive in this day and age. A young, inexperienced vampiress decided to make me her meal. You know how horribly a vampire is punished for attacking a human. Of course I was taken away from my hierarchy... but I do not hate that now. I appreciate what it has done to me. I honed my skills as a fighter, a mercenary. Although.. *he laughed* it has been quite a few years since I have partaken in a battle *he shook his head quietly* But i have learned the appreciation of not having things given to me on a whim *he laughed* it would seem we have had opposite dealings in our lifetime.
*he then looked up at the captain and smirked* why I have watched you... I do not know to be frank. There has been little in the way of excitement these past years, and perhaps I found you most interesting. After all, a vampire does thrive on the senses
William Turner *He allowed himself a soft smile at the comment* I did not realize I was so entertaining. I merely do what I am directed to do. I am a servant of the Crown. As are we all.
*He pondered the vampire and his background* If you are well-versed in the art of combat, perhaps you would consider consigning yourself to a vessel? We have few warriors these days and it would seem that there has been a bit of upheaval. I do know we have lost three Airships in just the last fortnight.
Micah Watson *he pondered this for a long moment, looking down at his flagon before finishing the last of the drink with a sigh* I do not know if i would be welcomed. it is not customary for crew members to be welcome to "bloodsuckers". After all we are ticking bombs. ready to snap and devour like domesticated lions who go feral *he said, mocking the jeers he'd heard of his now species from other humans* there are many peace advocates within the bunk housing. As we are all equal. well fed, cared for in exchange for our meals. Aboard a ship... *he shook his head* there is not enough storage to carry the amount of blood needed to survive.
*he looked up at the captain and smiled bowing his head to him* however... You words bolster me. Perhaps I will find work as a mercenary once again. *he smiled and leaned in to shake his hand, looking up into his eyes. His smile was fanged and his own eyes were shaded in black from the sheer volume of blood he'd consumed, but his touch was calm*
William Turner *William nodded, understanding. That had been a concern for many years among those who graced the skies. While the vampires in the community might have been a welcome addition aboard the Airships, keeping supplies of blood fresh was a conundrum. No one had been able to concoct a way to keep fresh blood from spoiling aboard the vessels.* I do see your concern. We have no way to keep the blood fresh aboard the Dutchman, and she is the most advanced ship in the fleet.
But perhaps mercenary work would suit you. There is a desperate need for men to bolster the ranks and keep our shores safe from harm. I have heard tales... *He trailed off, not willing to go into detail.*
Micah Watson *he nodded, listening to him. When the captain trailed of, he frowned, leaning in. Perhaps he was more intoxicated than he thought. The looks of the captain's crew members watching him carefully went unnoticed and he frowned, cocking his head to the side* tales of what? I don't know what you mean...
*he leaned back on his stool, resting his chin in his hand* no.. I'm sorry. It is not my place to pry. *he smirked and stood* However i must take my dear John home now. It has gone far late into the night and he will be tired. *he smiled and bowed his head to the captain, smiling at him* It has been a pleasure Captain.
William Turner *William watched him quietly* Perhaps someday I can talk about what happened, where I had been, and what we have seen. Until then... *He broke off, glancing back at his crew. They were watching the vampire suspiciously, but he waved them off.*
Please extend to the Outlander my compliments on the confections. I look forward to more. *He held out a hand in companionship* It has been a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.