Post by Admin on Dec 21, 2012 18:35:41 GMT -5
*after his run in with the captain in the pub, Micah found that he was far too eager to return to work the next day. he'd really broken a milestone with the captain, on the same level as "acquaintance" with the man! it was far more than he'd ever dreamed and he found himself humming merrily in his bunk room he shared with John as he prepared for their duties the next morning. Singing a merry tune to himself, he cleaned and brushed, pulling on his shirt with a smile as John walked in, his eyes casting out to the docks to see William's ship waiting at the port holding, a veritable gem glistening in the morning light*
John Grimm -Long night had been long. John had stayed over at the pub making sure the girls had made their way home. Several of the 'wenches' had been harassed recently and with John as the only other male presence (aside from the ancient barkeep), it had fallen to him to become de facto bouncer. He knew they didn't have 'bouncers' the way they had where he'd been before.
He yawned, but caught sight of Micah's grin and glanced out the window- He back from wherever it is they go? Should go see if they need help with their cargo.. or something.
-He winked as he started stripping off his floury, ale-reeking clothes. He hated how he smelled like a brewery after shift, but the people of the town /loved/ his pastries. And he was good muscle. So it balanced out.-
Micah Watson *he nodded, looking up at John with a light in his eyes that hadn't been lit in years. He handed John a fresh set of clothing and smiled, practically bouncing in his steps* Oh yes. They'd just returned. It was a short jaunt this time. perhaps... Do you think he'll return to the pub again tonight?
*oh he certainly hoped so! maybe getting to talk to the captain again would be in order. And this time Micah vowed to do so sober. now that he'd gotten the courage to actually speak to him, maybe he wouldn't need the blood to give him the push he needed.
But as he spoke with john he paused, smirking quietly and crossing his arms* you are certainly a right mess. perhaps I shall order you another set of clothing.. that way you do not always smell of sugar and hops when you return from your shifts *he teased him shoving his shoulder*
John Grimm -He shoved back gently, rolling his eyes- I can't help it if every damned fool on this planet of yours loves my baking. -He sighed- Go see your friend. I'm gonna go bathe and sleep for a few. I'm back on shift tonight.
-He rubbed his eyes and smirked- And if your Captain is anything like the others, you know he'll be in there for the fresh baked turnovers. Now go. See if you can get on his good side. Least one of us'll get laid, right?
Micah Watson *Micah crossed his arms, giving John a sarcastic look* well perhaps you should teach the other ladies to bake then so that it doesn't fall to your hands all the time. I do wish to spend a day with you as a companion you know *he teased right back.
But when John offered him to go speak to the captain again, he went quiet and smiled sheepishly ducking his head* perhaps I will.. but uhm... what does "get laid" mean? *he asked, cocking his head to the side curiously*
William Turner *William was disembarking from having just returned from being abroad. His first thought was to the vampire he'd seen before. The man was an enigma, and he found he was curious about him.
His second was to the sugary confections the pub kept supplying to his vessel. They'd run out and he required more. The men required more. But moreover, he knew he would see the vampire at the pub due to the closeness in relationship with the Outlander.
William found himself hoping that the vampire and Outlander were not any more than what they seemed. He had no desire to earn himself the bad side of the Outlander.*
John Grimm -He huffed softly and snorted- Get laid? Sorry, my slang is showing. Means have sex. Been a while for me. -It was sad to admit, but he felt weird around the townsfolk. He hadn't met the right person, and by the way they acted, a one-nighter would be frowned upon.-
Alright, lemme get cleaned up and we'll go play. I can sleep when I'm dead, right? Besides, I've been /showing/ the girls at the pub. They get all weird and fluttery around me. It's impossible to get them to pay attention. -He shook his head, grabbing a change of clothes-
Micah Watson *he blushes bright pink and ducked his head* i doubt the captain would want to partake in any carnal activities with me *he said shaking himself. Instead of focusing on that, he grabbed for his boots and laced them up over his slim pants. He opted to wear nothing but the thin shirt now, standing before John* well I am ready. and perhaps you could show me how to do some of that baking. Maybe it would help the girls to focus on what they are doing.
*he smirked, crossing his arms* it also gives me a reason to stay in the pub... just in case the captain decides to return again. *as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was helpless for the dashing man.* come *Micah said, leading john out of the room when the man was ready.
to make it to the pub they'd have to pass the Dutchman's resting place and Micah found himself looking about far too eagerly as they walked before his eyes landed on the captain. He smiled, a small wave in his fingers as they walked. He only ducked his eyes when the odd looks from the rest of the men came his way and he laughed sheepishly*
William Turner *William and crew were unloading their cargo when the two men were spied. Everyone knew of the Outlander. Even in their style of clothing, he stood out. He made and held eye contact where others knew it their place to defer and avert their gazes.
And the vampire. They remembered him from the night in the pub.
Seeing him greet the Captain so openly and happily, several of the men stepped between the Captain and the pair. While they had no wish to tussle with the Outlander, the vampire was questionable company. William, being a gentleman of the King's Army, stepped forward and greeted the pair* Gentlemen, it is pleasant to see you out on such a glorious day. I do hope that you both will be in the pub tonight? I do so look forward to more confections.
John Grimm -It didn't take long for John to clean up and change clothes. He found that wearing a beat-to-hell fedora covered any flour that might have remained in his hair since /someone/ was so gung-ho about seeing a Captain that he didn't get his bath. Ah well.
He watched while the men went all protective around the Captain, but was impressed when the man stepped forward and greeted them anyway. He fell back a little, letting Micah have center stage. This was his friend's rodeo.-
Micah Watson *Micah, now no longer behind the safety of his friend found himself face to face with William, and he blushed. he ducked his head and smiled extending a bow in return to the captain* actually yes, we will be at the pub this evening. I will be helping my good companion, John *he motioned to him with a smile* i will be helping him cook the pastries that you and your men enjoy.
*he didn't miss the hard looks he got from the crew members, however. Micah made sure to keep his distance from the captain for the time being, a comfortable arm's length away. he didn't want the crew to believe that he would do anything to harm William. After all, his breed was not often welcome by many of the upper class. lower class, sure, but to others, the lower class were simply riff-raff, nothing to be proud of. Which is why so many strove to better themselves. it wasn't surprising to know of humans from the low class befriending vampires and other supernatural beings. So Micah kept a smile on his lips, and remained calmly distant from the captain. After all, he did want to continue seeing him, and if he did so by keeping his distance then so be it*
William Turner *William, being a man of his own mind, largely ignored the stares by the other men. He nodded his greeting to the Outlander and smiled at the pair* That is very good news, as I have been sorely craving some of your confections. I look forward to dining in the pub tonight so that I might partake.
*He turned to his men, voice soft and pleasant while directing them to continue unloading cargo to be checked over by the King's men. And taxed. He hated that they taxed the cargo so exorbitantly, but it was what he had come to expect.* I do so hope to be able to purchase some of your confections to take aboard the Dutchman for future consumption as well.
Micah Watson *Micah smiled and bowed his head to the captain, flashing him a grin* Of course dear captain. I would be honored that you would come to the pub. When do you depart next, so that we may have prepared you a package to take with you next to enjoy on your travels.
*with his promise, he tipped his head to the captain in a mild bow before nodding to the crew* when you are ready sirs. I do hope you enjoy your day *he said cheerily, turning to walk away with John. But as he turned, Micah flashed the captain another smile and a bare wink before turning away and making down the boardwalk.
But as he walked, however, he slumped in relief, a huge cloud of tension leaving him as he sighed and looked up at his friend* and how was that for confidence *he asked, looking curiously at his friend. Clearly john was well versed in the art of courting, and "getting laid" or whatever it was. Perhaps Micah had done alright*
William Turner *William bowed in return, smiling more. The promise of more confections was a heady temptation. He knew that just having them aboard the Dutchman meant his men were more keen on going above and beyond the call of duty to secure themselves the treats.
And having them witness the transaction, it meant he would have a much easier time with any less than savory assignments or characters. Such was their lot, however.
He turned, readdressing his men and dismissed the vampire and the Outlander. He missed the way the vampire reacted to leaving his presence, though his men were well aware.
They would watch the pair all the closer for it now.*
John Grimm -He patted Micah on the shoulder, laughing softly- You did just fine. Good on ya with the temptation. You'll have him coming around more often now.
-John chuckled, but his attention was snagged by that new ship. The new Pirate. He wouldn't stare. Nope. Not John. He wouldn't ogle the blue-eyed devil, or let anyone know that he'd noticed. Because noticing was the first step. And John was subtle. Or so he hoped.-
Micah Watson *he smiled looking up at john. Of course his quick reaction, caught the eyes flickering away from the docks and he looked up to see the new ship that had just settled into port, The Jolly Roger, and he frowned* Oh no *he groaned, covering his eyes with his hands* not Jones again.. *Captain Jones was notorious around these areas. A self-proclaimed pirate, he was the only one who had seemed to be allowed to roam as freely as he wanted, and was even welcomed by many societies. However, Micah found he didn't quite trust the man yet, as he was still leery of pirate lore from his own time through the centuries.*
Be careful of him. That's captain Killian Jones. He'd a pirate and very dangerous. he goes by the name "hook" after he was fitted with a reversible hook/prosthetic hand after he lost his in a duel with the supernatural. He'd not too welcome amongst those that are not human...
John Grimm -That he'd been caught out, John immediately shut down and snorted, looking away- Just noticed the newcomers. I always try to be aware of who comes and goes. Otherwise we wind up with asshats like those Mercs who attacked Alexa.
-Yeah, that was it. Just watching for the common good. Nothing personal. Nothing to see. Just keep walking and pretend that you didn't notice just how /blue/ that man's eyes were. Nope. Not at all.-
Micah Watson *Micah stared at John for a minute, leaning in* Don't. I mean it *he said eyes narrowed* pirates are tricky bastards. I know you were staring at him. *Micah crossed his arms and huffed quietly* besides i have a mild prejudice against him... he is Captain turner's biggest rival. How many times I've seen those two battle it out, its incredible.
*Micah sighed, leaning back on his heels* my apologies. i know you are fully capable of caring for yourself but i worry. and I do realize what you mean keeping an eye out for the port. *he relaxed a bit, but kept a careful eye behind them, casually keeping watch as they walked.*
John Grimm -He turned and just /looked/ at Micah- God, am I that transparent? Yes, he's attractive. No, I'm not gonna go shag him stupid.
-He groaned and rubbed a hand over his face- I'm sorry. Just noticing new people and situations is all. It's okay.
Micah Watson no. *he smirked* you forget that I am what I am. I notice things, mate *he chuckled and opened the door to the pub* besides you have a look on your face when you look at someone attractive. I know it fondly *he said winking at him* now get to it. I'm right behind you.
John Grimm -He rolled his eyes and snorted at that- I get a /look/. You make it sound like I'm all twitterpated or whatever. Like I /swoon/ the way you do when you see your Captain. -He smirked, looking back at his friend. Yeah, he was teasing. He had to deflect away from the fact that he'd noticed someone, however bad news they were.-
You do realize I could overpower most everyone here, right? I'm /more/ than human.
Micah Watson *he chuckled* i know but have you ever dealt with airship pirates? they have to power their OWN ships. They don't use luna-stones to fly. They are strong brutes *he said tossing John an apron as he tied his own around his waist and flouring his hands before reaching for the dough bowl to start baking* i never imagined myself doing something as... feminine as baking. I always assumed it to be women's work *he teased, looking up at john*
What are the orders this night/ *he asked, looking over john's shoulder at the scrolls. as usual a large list from the Dutchman came up and he chuckled* they will soon weigh their ship down if they do not cease these large orders
John Grimm Feminine. You're creating a work of art, my good man. -He snorted softly- As for the Airship captains.. I'm sure they have hard work. But I was a Marine. I'm used to doing /hard/ labor.
-He glanced over the list and smirked- You want to take the order to the Dutchman tonight? Or do you trust me to walk past the Roger and that /dashing/ other Captain guy.. whatshisname... -Yes, John knew his name. But he liked teasing Micah-
Micah Watson *he rolled his eyes* oh dear... two dashing captains and two friends with opposing likes for each one. I smell the rivalry from here. *he teased right back throwing an arm around his shoulders* I say I'll take the Dutchman's orders this time. the courthouse is demanding tassies and I don't know how to make those yet. *he chuckled and turned to the baking counter, flouring the top and rolling out pre-mixed dough to be cut*
Hey john... have you noticed any odd behavior lately? *he asked, frowning at him* Like.. people acting very oddly. ruder... meaner even? *he frowned, looking down at the dough on the counter* I could be seeing things but it has seemed strained lately and I'm not sure why
John Grimm You're not imagining things -He said softly. He set to making the tassies, knowing he'd have to walk past the Roger to get to the courthouse, so it was okay. He'd be all kinds of messy, but knew that he'd be well documented by the crew. He knew that whenever he moved, they ran off to tell that Captain about his actions. It was almost funny in a creepy, stalkerish way.
He shook himself from his reverie- People are losing their minds. Something's coming. But hey, we got pastries and shit to make. Let's have fun.
Micah Watson *he chuckled, but it only half lit his eyes, He cut up the triangles to make the lattice pies, fitting them into the crust before filling the pies with premixed filler. the two worked in comfortable silence for a moment before Micah spoke up again* I had a dream last night... *he smiled, looking up at John with a sparkle in his eyes* and no it wasn't about the captain, surprisingly. I dreamt that I met the elves of the deep forest. It felt so REAL... I cant say I know why I would dream that, but it was amazing. I never met them before.... but they seemed to want me... us.. for some reason. You me, and a few other men... but i couldn't place a face to them at all. it was surprising to say the least
John Grimm Elves, huh? -His mouth quirked and he grinned while he stirred the fruity concoction in his bowl. He had several "pockets" ready for the mixture and was looking forward to seeing how well they were received when he had them baked, sugared and ready for Court.-
Are they all tall and blond and willowy? -He'd been a 'Ringer,' back in his own time. Watched and read the books, loved the lore. Wondered if he'd ever get to see Middle Earth. At that moment, he wondered if he wasn't living /in/ Middle Earth.-
Micah Watson *he chuckled* tall and willowy yes... blonde, i did not see a blonde one in my dreams, however I had not had the pleasure to see them for myself in reality. for all i know, elves are actually squat little things that live in trees *he laughed, wiping flour off of his nose with his wrist* but they seemed quite urgent, Almost as if their home was jeopardized... or that our home was *he frowned* i can't quite remember. But it was desperate at the very least *he looked up at john*
John Grimm -He nodded and smirked, continuing to work on his own pastries. He rolled out some more "pockets," finding that the busy work with his hands did wonders to keep him from thinking about things that he shouldn't. Like that pirate. Damn. Seemed all he did was think about the pirate. And he really didn't want to admit to the dream the night before.-
Where would they live? Maybe we should seek them out.
Micah Watson *he frowned* no.. I wouldn't seek out the elves. They are solitary and noble as we have all been told by our ancestors. They will come when they feel necessary, or when you need them. Like the stag *lacing off the last two pies, he put them in the oven to bake and turned to make the turnovers, reaching for the bowl of blueberry filling* It is not time, for certain...
*he paused, looking down at the purply red coloring on his fingers and he chuckled, fighting the urge to lick his fingers* Look at me. Talking like I'm about to go on another adventure. *he rolled his shoulders* I've retired from adventures years ago... I am a worker now. As much as I miss the thrill of warring and traveling to protect the fair people... its not a reality anymore. Not for me at least. *he looked up at john* do you miss it? as odd as it sounds...
John Grimm I do. -He nodded, laying the pastries on a baking sheet before he lifted it to carry it to the massive oven along the back wall. He set it in, and leaned back against a nearby table, dusting the flour off his hands- But I like the quiet life too.
-Lies. He missed the action. Missed being able to get out and /do/ things. He'd become domesticated. Peaceful. He was a warrior. A fighter. A bastion of chaos. The fact that he was stuck in a pub making pastries for other people was almost an insult to his very nature. He wasn't Sarge. He wasn't stuck on blood and death. But he needed action.-
Micah Watson *he smirked* well... if what i feel is true, then it won't be long before we are back out on the field in defense of our people *he smiled at John and nodded his head* i have... something to show you when we return to the bunkhouse. If it is alright with you, that is.
*he too dusted off his hands but turned back to the table to look up the next batch. dough-rings... He smirked* your dough-rings are next. Get the frying oil out *he said grabbing for the LARGE kettle, rinsing it out and taking the fry oil from him. he filled the kettle halfway and reached for the flame before beginning to roll out the rings of dough and the sugar to make the glaze* I too miss the fighter's life. However I'd been out of fighting sorts for far longer than you have. I'd be afraid I'd forgotten what to do
John Grimm -He laughed at that, turning to wash his hands- I'm betting if we got into the thick of it, you'd know what to do. It's like riding a bike. Y'never forget how to fight. It's like breathing. One moment you're making pastries in a pub and the next you're up to your armpits in dead bodies and covered in blood.
-He shivered a little and let his eyes drift shut, remembering his last firefight. It was like a drug. And like a drug, he found himself craving the action again-
Micah Watson *he smirked and watched john for a moment, his own thoughts wandering back to the days when he fought almost daily. The scars he heard, the notoriety and fame for being a member of such a powerful family. He smiled, crossing his floury hand on his hips and closing his eyes* I think i can imagine the results of that... i do crave blood daily *he said looking at john carefully* as it would seem you do too...
*dusting his hands off, he pulled the apron off, setting it aside* well I think that's the last of the orders *he said pushing the last tray into the large oven to bake* we let them cook, let's grab a bite and a drink and bring them back in here to watch the pastries
John Grimm -He grinned, nodding- I just miss the action. I mean -He looked around and gestured to the kitchen- this is nice, but I was a Marine once. A Hunter. I was active and /did/ things. I feel like a housewife to a bunch of derelict junkies who drink their days away. It's depressing.
-He pushed himself off the table and started toward the swinging door- C'mon, lets get some grub and ale and discuss how we're gonna get the hell out of here and better our lives.
Micah Watson *he paused, looking up at him confused before he blinked, his mind processing what he said* wait.. what? you mean leave the docks? *he asked, tossing his apron on the counter and following. Sure the thrill of getting back out into the action again, becoming the fighter he'd been born to be. But.. at the same time he'd been away from it for so long he didn't think he could get back into the swing of action. And if he left the docks then he'd never see William again.
he shook himself. No.. he had to stop dwelling on the captain. they weren't even meant to be together... it was futile to care so deeply for someone when there was no feasible way they could even find mutuality between the other* Uhm.. what do you propose we do?
John Grimm -He shrugged as he walked- Don't know, truth be told. I know you have reasons to stay. I don't wanna see you lose that reason, y'know?
-He winked at Marisol and grabbed a tankard of ale before snagging some roast pheasant that the girls had prepared for the public. He walked back into the kitchen and ate quietly, considering his possible future. He wanted the quiet life, but knew that people like himself didn't ultimately /get/ that quiet. He was a warrior, and he would die a warrior-
Micah Watson *he followed john's lead, but only took a small portion of blood this time. So easily surprised by the turn of events, he was now mulling over the thoughts quietly, sipping the blood as he sat across from john* ... I honestly have no reason to stay here... I was going to leave and find work elsewhere two years ago... but then something came up *he said giving him a knowing look* and i have to let it go...
*He smirked setting the tankard down and leaning back in his seat* I have to let it go john and you know it as well as i do. You've been here long enough to realize the hierarchy. It's a pipe dream. and I need to return to the lifestyle i was born to.
John Grimm -He shrugged, sitting down once he'd finished eating. They still had time before the pastries were done- I just don't figure you wanted to spend the remainder of your existence in a pub making goodies for rich assholes.
-He grinned at that, taking a drink of ale- We'll see what happens. I know things've been getting weird lately.
Micah Watson *he nodded in agreement, closing his eyes* they have.... i don't like this... this world hasn't seen turmoil in almost 3 centuries. why now... *he sighed, looking highly concerned* No i don't want to be known as the vampire that gave up his lifestyle to cook for the rest of eternity. I do... I do miss my old life. I would give up all of this to take it back. *well almost all of it... DAMMIT MICAH, he mentally kicked himself blushing* sorry...
*standing, he turned his attention to the oven, checking the foods before leaning back against the far wall to watch john* so what do you propose? we resign?
John Grimm -He shrugged again, leaning his chin on his fist- I don't know. I'd say stay here til we know what we're doing. Long as we're here, we're fed and housed. No point in giving up our free ride here til we know for sure what we're doing, right?
John Grimm -Long night had been long. John had stayed over at the pub making sure the girls had made their way home. Several of the 'wenches' had been harassed recently and with John as the only other male presence (aside from the ancient barkeep), it had fallen to him to become de facto bouncer. He knew they didn't have 'bouncers' the way they had where he'd been before.
He yawned, but caught sight of Micah's grin and glanced out the window- He back from wherever it is they go? Should go see if they need help with their cargo.. or something.
-He winked as he started stripping off his floury, ale-reeking clothes. He hated how he smelled like a brewery after shift, but the people of the town /loved/ his pastries. And he was good muscle. So it balanced out.-
Micah Watson *he nodded, looking up at John with a light in his eyes that hadn't been lit in years. He handed John a fresh set of clothing and smiled, practically bouncing in his steps* Oh yes. They'd just returned. It was a short jaunt this time. perhaps... Do you think he'll return to the pub again tonight?
*oh he certainly hoped so! maybe getting to talk to the captain again would be in order. And this time Micah vowed to do so sober. now that he'd gotten the courage to actually speak to him, maybe he wouldn't need the blood to give him the push he needed.
But as he spoke with john he paused, smirking quietly and crossing his arms* you are certainly a right mess. perhaps I shall order you another set of clothing.. that way you do not always smell of sugar and hops when you return from your shifts *he teased him shoving his shoulder*
John Grimm -He shoved back gently, rolling his eyes- I can't help it if every damned fool on this planet of yours loves my baking. -He sighed- Go see your friend. I'm gonna go bathe and sleep for a few. I'm back on shift tonight.
-He rubbed his eyes and smirked- And if your Captain is anything like the others, you know he'll be in there for the fresh baked turnovers. Now go. See if you can get on his good side. Least one of us'll get laid, right?
Micah Watson *Micah crossed his arms, giving John a sarcastic look* well perhaps you should teach the other ladies to bake then so that it doesn't fall to your hands all the time. I do wish to spend a day with you as a companion you know *he teased right back.
But when John offered him to go speak to the captain again, he went quiet and smiled sheepishly ducking his head* perhaps I will.. but uhm... what does "get laid" mean? *he asked, cocking his head to the side curiously*
William Turner *William was disembarking from having just returned from being abroad. His first thought was to the vampire he'd seen before. The man was an enigma, and he found he was curious about him.
His second was to the sugary confections the pub kept supplying to his vessel. They'd run out and he required more. The men required more. But moreover, he knew he would see the vampire at the pub due to the closeness in relationship with the Outlander.
William found himself hoping that the vampire and Outlander were not any more than what they seemed. He had no desire to earn himself the bad side of the Outlander.*
John Grimm -He huffed softly and snorted- Get laid? Sorry, my slang is showing. Means have sex. Been a while for me. -It was sad to admit, but he felt weird around the townsfolk. He hadn't met the right person, and by the way they acted, a one-nighter would be frowned upon.-
Alright, lemme get cleaned up and we'll go play. I can sleep when I'm dead, right? Besides, I've been /showing/ the girls at the pub. They get all weird and fluttery around me. It's impossible to get them to pay attention. -He shook his head, grabbing a change of clothes-
Micah Watson *he blushes bright pink and ducked his head* i doubt the captain would want to partake in any carnal activities with me *he said shaking himself. Instead of focusing on that, he grabbed for his boots and laced them up over his slim pants. He opted to wear nothing but the thin shirt now, standing before John* well I am ready. and perhaps you could show me how to do some of that baking. Maybe it would help the girls to focus on what they are doing.
*he smirked, crossing his arms* it also gives me a reason to stay in the pub... just in case the captain decides to return again. *as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was helpless for the dashing man.* come *Micah said, leading john out of the room when the man was ready.
to make it to the pub they'd have to pass the Dutchman's resting place and Micah found himself looking about far too eagerly as they walked before his eyes landed on the captain. He smiled, a small wave in his fingers as they walked. He only ducked his eyes when the odd looks from the rest of the men came his way and he laughed sheepishly*
William Turner *William and crew were unloading their cargo when the two men were spied. Everyone knew of the Outlander. Even in their style of clothing, he stood out. He made and held eye contact where others knew it their place to defer and avert their gazes.
And the vampire. They remembered him from the night in the pub.
Seeing him greet the Captain so openly and happily, several of the men stepped between the Captain and the pair. While they had no wish to tussle with the Outlander, the vampire was questionable company. William, being a gentleman of the King's Army, stepped forward and greeted the pair* Gentlemen, it is pleasant to see you out on such a glorious day. I do hope that you both will be in the pub tonight? I do so look forward to more confections.
John Grimm -It didn't take long for John to clean up and change clothes. He found that wearing a beat-to-hell fedora covered any flour that might have remained in his hair since /someone/ was so gung-ho about seeing a Captain that he didn't get his bath. Ah well.
He watched while the men went all protective around the Captain, but was impressed when the man stepped forward and greeted them anyway. He fell back a little, letting Micah have center stage. This was his friend's rodeo.-
Micah Watson *Micah, now no longer behind the safety of his friend found himself face to face with William, and he blushed. he ducked his head and smiled extending a bow in return to the captain* actually yes, we will be at the pub this evening. I will be helping my good companion, John *he motioned to him with a smile* i will be helping him cook the pastries that you and your men enjoy.
*he didn't miss the hard looks he got from the crew members, however. Micah made sure to keep his distance from the captain for the time being, a comfortable arm's length away. he didn't want the crew to believe that he would do anything to harm William. After all, his breed was not often welcome by many of the upper class. lower class, sure, but to others, the lower class were simply riff-raff, nothing to be proud of. Which is why so many strove to better themselves. it wasn't surprising to know of humans from the low class befriending vampires and other supernatural beings. So Micah kept a smile on his lips, and remained calmly distant from the captain. After all, he did want to continue seeing him, and if he did so by keeping his distance then so be it*
William Turner *William, being a man of his own mind, largely ignored the stares by the other men. He nodded his greeting to the Outlander and smiled at the pair* That is very good news, as I have been sorely craving some of your confections. I look forward to dining in the pub tonight so that I might partake.
*He turned to his men, voice soft and pleasant while directing them to continue unloading cargo to be checked over by the King's men. And taxed. He hated that they taxed the cargo so exorbitantly, but it was what he had come to expect.* I do so hope to be able to purchase some of your confections to take aboard the Dutchman for future consumption as well.
Micah Watson *Micah smiled and bowed his head to the captain, flashing him a grin* Of course dear captain. I would be honored that you would come to the pub. When do you depart next, so that we may have prepared you a package to take with you next to enjoy on your travels.
*with his promise, he tipped his head to the captain in a mild bow before nodding to the crew* when you are ready sirs. I do hope you enjoy your day *he said cheerily, turning to walk away with John. But as he turned, Micah flashed the captain another smile and a bare wink before turning away and making down the boardwalk.
But as he walked, however, he slumped in relief, a huge cloud of tension leaving him as he sighed and looked up at his friend* and how was that for confidence *he asked, looking curiously at his friend. Clearly john was well versed in the art of courting, and "getting laid" or whatever it was. Perhaps Micah had done alright*
William Turner *William bowed in return, smiling more. The promise of more confections was a heady temptation. He knew that just having them aboard the Dutchman meant his men were more keen on going above and beyond the call of duty to secure themselves the treats.
And having them witness the transaction, it meant he would have a much easier time with any less than savory assignments or characters. Such was their lot, however.
He turned, readdressing his men and dismissed the vampire and the Outlander. He missed the way the vampire reacted to leaving his presence, though his men were well aware.
They would watch the pair all the closer for it now.*
John Grimm -He patted Micah on the shoulder, laughing softly- You did just fine. Good on ya with the temptation. You'll have him coming around more often now.
-John chuckled, but his attention was snagged by that new ship. The new Pirate. He wouldn't stare. Nope. Not John. He wouldn't ogle the blue-eyed devil, or let anyone know that he'd noticed. Because noticing was the first step. And John was subtle. Or so he hoped.-
Micah Watson *he smiled looking up at john. Of course his quick reaction, caught the eyes flickering away from the docks and he looked up to see the new ship that had just settled into port, The Jolly Roger, and he frowned* Oh no *he groaned, covering his eyes with his hands* not Jones again.. *Captain Jones was notorious around these areas. A self-proclaimed pirate, he was the only one who had seemed to be allowed to roam as freely as he wanted, and was even welcomed by many societies. However, Micah found he didn't quite trust the man yet, as he was still leery of pirate lore from his own time through the centuries.*
Be careful of him. That's captain Killian Jones. He'd a pirate and very dangerous. he goes by the name "hook" after he was fitted with a reversible hook/prosthetic hand after he lost his in a duel with the supernatural. He'd not too welcome amongst those that are not human...
John Grimm -That he'd been caught out, John immediately shut down and snorted, looking away- Just noticed the newcomers. I always try to be aware of who comes and goes. Otherwise we wind up with asshats like those Mercs who attacked Alexa.
-Yeah, that was it. Just watching for the common good. Nothing personal. Nothing to see. Just keep walking and pretend that you didn't notice just how /blue/ that man's eyes were. Nope. Not at all.-
Micah Watson *Micah stared at John for a minute, leaning in* Don't. I mean it *he said eyes narrowed* pirates are tricky bastards. I know you were staring at him. *Micah crossed his arms and huffed quietly* besides i have a mild prejudice against him... he is Captain turner's biggest rival. How many times I've seen those two battle it out, its incredible.
*Micah sighed, leaning back on his heels* my apologies. i know you are fully capable of caring for yourself but i worry. and I do realize what you mean keeping an eye out for the port. *he relaxed a bit, but kept a careful eye behind them, casually keeping watch as they walked.*
John Grimm -He turned and just /looked/ at Micah- God, am I that transparent? Yes, he's attractive. No, I'm not gonna go shag him stupid.
-He groaned and rubbed a hand over his face- I'm sorry. Just noticing new people and situations is all. It's okay.
Micah Watson no. *he smirked* you forget that I am what I am. I notice things, mate *he chuckled and opened the door to the pub* besides you have a look on your face when you look at someone attractive. I know it fondly *he said winking at him* now get to it. I'm right behind you.
John Grimm -He rolled his eyes and snorted at that- I get a /look/. You make it sound like I'm all twitterpated or whatever. Like I /swoon/ the way you do when you see your Captain. -He smirked, looking back at his friend. Yeah, he was teasing. He had to deflect away from the fact that he'd noticed someone, however bad news they were.-
You do realize I could overpower most everyone here, right? I'm /more/ than human.
Micah Watson *he chuckled* i know but have you ever dealt with airship pirates? they have to power their OWN ships. They don't use luna-stones to fly. They are strong brutes *he said tossing John an apron as he tied his own around his waist and flouring his hands before reaching for the dough bowl to start baking* i never imagined myself doing something as... feminine as baking. I always assumed it to be women's work *he teased, looking up at john*
What are the orders this night/ *he asked, looking over john's shoulder at the scrolls. as usual a large list from the Dutchman came up and he chuckled* they will soon weigh their ship down if they do not cease these large orders
John Grimm Feminine. You're creating a work of art, my good man. -He snorted softly- As for the Airship captains.. I'm sure they have hard work. But I was a Marine. I'm used to doing /hard/ labor.
-He glanced over the list and smirked- You want to take the order to the Dutchman tonight? Or do you trust me to walk past the Roger and that /dashing/ other Captain guy.. whatshisname... -Yes, John knew his name. But he liked teasing Micah-
Micah Watson *he rolled his eyes* oh dear... two dashing captains and two friends with opposing likes for each one. I smell the rivalry from here. *he teased right back throwing an arm around his shoulders* I say I'll take the Dutchman's orders this time. the courthouse is demanding tassies and I don't know how to make those yet. *he chuckled and turned to the baking counter, flouring the top and rolling out pre-mixed dough to be cut*
Hey john... have you noticed any odd behavior lately? *he asked, frowning at him* Like.. people acting very oddly. ruder... meaner even? *he frowned, looking down at the dough on the counter* I could be seeing things but it has seemed strained lately and I'm not sure why
John Grimm You're not imagining things -He said softly. He set to making the tassies, knowing he'd have to walk past the Roger to get to the courthouse, so it was okay. He'd be all kinds of messy, but knew that he'd be well documented by the crew. He knew that whenever he moved, they ran off to tell that Captain about his actions. It was almost funny in a creepy, stalkerish way.
He shook himself from his reverie- People are losing their minds. Something's coming. But hey, we got pastries and shit to make. Let's have fun.
Micah Watson *he chuckled, but it only half lit his eyes, He cut up the triangles to make the lattice pies, fitting them into the crust before filling the pies with premixed filler. the two worked in comfortable silence for a moment before Micah spoke up again* I had a dream last night... *he smiled, looking up at John with a sparkle in his eyes* and no it wasn't about the captain, surprisingly. I dreamt that I met the elves of the deep forest. It felt so REAL... I cant say I know why I would dream that, but it was amazing. I never met them before.... but they seemed to want me... us.. for some reason. You me, and a few other men... but i couldn't place a face to them at all. it was surprising to say the least
John Grimm Elves, huh? -His mouth quirked and he grinned while he stirred the fruity concoction in his bowl. He had several "pockets" ready for the mixture and was looking forward to seeing how well they were received when he had them baked, sugared and ready for Court.-
Are they all tall and blond and willowy? -He'd been a 'Ringer,' back in his own time. Watched and read the books, loved the lore. Wondered if he'd ever get to see Middle Earth. At that moment, he wondered if he wasn't living /in/ Middle Earth.-
Micah Watson *he chuckled* tall and willowy yes... blonde, i did not see a blonde one in my dreams, however I had not had the pleasure to see them for myself in reality. for all i know, elves are actually squat little things that live in trees *he laughed, wiping flour off of his nose with his wrist* but they seemed quite urgent, Almost as if their home was jeopardized... or that our home was *he frowned* i can't quite remember. But it was desperate at the very least *he looked up at john*
John Grimm -He nodded and smirked, continuing to work on his own pastries. He rolled out some more "pockets," finding that the busy work with his hands did wonders to keep him from thinking about things that he shouldn't. Like that pirate. Damn. Seemed all he did was think about the pirate. And he really didn't want to admit to the dream the night before.-
Where would they live? Maybe we should seek them out.
Micah Watson *he frowned* no.. I wouldn't seek out the elves. They are solitary and noble as we have all been told by our ancestors. They will come when they feel necessary, or when you need them. Like the stag *lacing off the last two pies, he put them in the oven to bake and turned to make the turnovers, reaching for the bowl of blueberry filling* It is not time, for certain...
*he paused, looking down at the purply red coloring on his fingers and he chuckled, fighting the urge to lick his fingers* Look at me. Talking like I'm about to go on another adventure. *he rolled his shoulders* I've retired from adventures years ago... I am a worker now. As much as I miss the thrill of warring and traveling to protect the fair people... its not a reality anymore. Not for me at least. *he looked up at john* do you miss it? as odd as it sounds...
John Grimm I do. -He nodded, laying the pastries on a baking sheet before he lifted it to carry it to the massive oven along the back wall. He set it in, and leaned back against a nearby table, dusting the flour off his hands- But I like the quiet life too.
-Lies. He missed the action. Missed being able to get out and /do/ things. He'd become domesticated. Peaceful. He was a warrior. A fighter. A bastion of chaos. The fact that he was stuck in a pub making pastries for other people was almost an insult to his very nature. He wasn't Sarge. He wasn't stuck on blood and death. But he needed action.-
Micah Watson *he smirked* well... if what i feel is true, then it won't be long before we are back out on the field in defense of our people *he smiled at John and nodded his head* i have... something to show you when we return to the bunkhouse. If it is alright with you, that is.
*he too dusted off his hands but turned back to the table to look up the next batch. dough-rings... He smirked* your dough-rings are next. Get the frying oil out *he said grabbing for the LARGE kettle, rinsing it out and taking the fry oil from him. he filled the kettle halfway and reached for the flame before beginning to roll out the rings of dough and the sugar to make the glaze* I too miss the fighter's life. However I'd been out of fighting sorts for far longer than you have. I'd be afraid I'd forgotten what to do
John Grimm -He laughed at that, turning to wash his hands- I'm betting if we got into the thick of it, you'd know what to do. It's like riding a bike. Y'never forget how to fight. It's like breathing. One moment you're making pastries in a pub and the next you're up to your armpits in dead bodies and covered in blood.
-He shivered a little and let his eyes drift shut, remembering his last firefight. It was like a drug. And like a drug, he found himself craving the action again-
Micah Watson *he smirked and watched john for a moment, his own thoughts wandering back to the days when he fought almost daily. The scars he heard, the notoriety and fame for being a member of such a powerful family. He smiled, crossing his floury hand on his hips and closing his eyes* I think i can imagine the results of that... i do crave blood daily *he said looking at john carefully* as it would seem you do too...
*dusting his hands off, he pulled the apron off, setting it aside* well I think that's the last of the orders *he said pushing the last tray into the large oven to bake* we let them cook, let's grab a bite and a drink and bring them back in here to watch the pastries
John Grimm -He grinned, nodding- I just miss the action. I mean -He looked around and gestured to the kitchen- this is nice, but I was a Marine once. A Hunter. I was active and /did/ things. I feel like a housewife to a bunch of derelict junkies who drink their days away. It's depressing.
-He pushed himself off the table and started toward the swinging door- C'mon, lets get some grub and ale and discuss how we're gonna get the hell out of here and better our lives.
Micah Watson *he paused, looking up at him confused before he blinked, his mind processing what he said* wait.. what? you mean leave the docks? *he asked, tossing his apron on the counter and following. Sure the thrill of getting back out into the action again, becoming the fighter he'd been born to be. But.. at the same time he'd been away from it for so long he didn't think he could get back into the swing of action. And if he left the docks then he'd never see William again.
he shook himself. No.. he had to stop dwelling on the captain. they weren't even meant to be together... it was futile to care so deeply for someone when there was no feasible way they could even find mutuality between the other* Uhm.. what do you propose we do?
John Grimm -He shrugged as he walked- Don't know, truth be told. I know you have reasons to stay. I don't wanna see you lose that reason, y'know?
-He winked at Marisol and grabbed a tankard of ale before snagging some roast pheasant that the girls had prepared for the public. He walked back into the kitchen and ate quietly, considering his possible future. He wanted the quiet life, but knew that people like himself didn't ultimately /get/ that quiet. He was a warrior, and he would die a warrior-
Micah Watson *he followed john's lead, but only took a small portion of blood this time. So easily surprised by the turn of events, he was now mulling over the thoughts quietly, sipping the blood as he sat across from john* ... I honestly have no reason to stay here... I was going to leave and find work elsewhere two years ago... but then something came up *he said giving him a knowing look* and i have to let it go...
*He smirked setting the tankard down and leaning back in his seat* I have to let it go john and you know it as well as i do. You've been here long enough to realize the hierarchy. It's a pipe dream. and I need to return to the lifestyle i was born to.
John Grimm -He shrugged, sitting down once he'd finished eating. They still had time before the pastries were done- I just don't figure you wanted to spend the remainder of your existence in a pub making goodies for rich assholes.
-He grinned at that, taking a drink of ale- We'll see what happens. I know things've been getting weird lately.
Micah Watson *he nodded in agreement, closing his eyes* they have.... i don't like this... this world hasn't seen turmoil in almost 3 centuries. why now... *he sighed, looking highly concerned* No i don't want to be known as the vampire that gave up his lifestyle to cook for the rest of eternity. I do... I do miss my old life. I would give up all of this to take it back. *well almost all of it... DAMMIT MICAH, he mentally kicked himself blushing* sorry...
*standing, he turned his attention to the oven, checking the foods before leaning back against the far wall to watch john* so what do you propose? we resign?
John Grimm -He shrugged again, leaning his chin on his fist- I don't know. I'd say stay here til we know what we're doing. Long as we're here, we're fed and housed. No point in giving up our free ride here til we know for sure what we're doing, right?