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Zidane Tribal (foolhardy_thief) wrote in hobbs_end,
@ 2015-09-03 14:38:00

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ffix: zidane tribal, ouat: killian jones, rating: pg

WHO: Hook & Zidane
WHERE: The Fox and Hounds pub.
WHAT: Part dare, part free-food, amongst other things! Follow-up to Zidane's souvenier hunt.
RATING PG.
STATUS: Just started; private.

Did Zidane expect to be the first one at the pub, or the last? He was more inclined to the latter, and for no reason other than curiousity. He would have wanted to see what would happen, should he be the last one to arrive. However, he could never say no to free food, even though none of it would actually be paid for. Zidane didn’t think of it as theft, because… because there was no one around to claim ownership in the first place.

For all he knew, he was going to lose the challenge. Zidane had definitely made the trip his number one priority, and when he arrived at the pub, there was no pirate captain waiting outside. Which could mean that said captain was inside the building, of course. Zidane pushed his way in, leaving the front door half-open.

Nah, there was no one to be seen inside, either. He took this as a sign that he had won, and so he headed straight for the back room. It wasn’t a pantry, and it wasn’t exactly a proper kitchen, as it turned out. The name didn’t matter; what did, was the abundance of food.

Of course, that may be exaggeration of Zidane’s part. While there was food to be found, there was considerably less of it than, say, what would have been available a week, or two weeks ago. Zidane only had a quick browse of the dual fridges and one of the walk-in pantries, making a list in his head of what he’d tell Hook to ‘buy’.

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arcane
2015-09-15 12:14 pm UTC (link)

"Better at stealing?" That made the Captain chortle. "You and me both, but we make do." He finished the contents of the beef stew, and while he wished he had time for a leisurely meal it just wasn't the case - and he didn't particularly want to press his luck and look for more magically-appearing treats, so he went back to old reliable. The alcohol.

A swish and swig of the vodka, as he considered the situation. "I've eaten worse," he decided. "At least if I trap them on my own, I'd be skinning them myself. And frying them up myself. Better to do it on your own, from beginning to end - cut out the middle man."

And there was truth to that saying if you want something done right, you've got to do it yourself. Random forces skinning animals? Well, it could also be a warning of some sort - but he didn't mind being the one to push the boundaries a little. They wouldn't get anywhere if they didn't try.

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foolhardy_thief
2015-09-20 02:24 am UTC (link)

"That's what I said, Captain. If you ever find a better thief, tell me and I'll prove you wrong." Zidane was alwaus up for a challenge, especially when burglary was the name of the game! There was something about breaking into a large manor house that appealed to him, and that did not necessarily mean the 'treasure' he'd take with him. He didn't see much point in breaking into someone's home, if there were no guards, no locks to pick, nothing.

Forgetting about the fruit tin for the moment, Zidane crossed the room to stand next to Hook. He glanced to the collection of liquor, chose one, and picked it up. "I don't think you'll be doing much trapping, if you keep drinking this. What is this crap?".

Purely a rhetorical question, he set the bottle back down and picked up another; this time, he chose one that looked similiar to the bottle that Hook was holding. He didn't recognise the label, as expected. "If you want to go set up some traps any time soon, you can count me in. If you're up for it, we can even make it another bet. I'll definitely trap more animals than you can, old man."

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arcane
2015-09-21 11:05 pm UTC (link)

Oh good, another bet. And it seemed like Killian had also gained a shadow of sorts - the last thing he needed was a young lad with a penchant for sticky fingers (though perhaps Zidane had skill, that seemed to be so - he wasn't full of hot air entirely, was he?) to be tagging along during hunting excursions. By nature, the Captain had become accustomed to being a lone wolf of sorts. His crew, they were long dead and gone, and it wasn't until he'd joined up with the ragtag crew to Neverland that he began to make better decisions that didn't only benefit him.

And Zidane...he was alright. There was a little fondness there, and it could also be that Hook still had bits of sentiment in his black-dusted heart.

"Aye, alright, sounds grand," he agreed, taking a swig from the bottle. "It's vodka, lad, it's good for you. Will put hair on your balls. Though granted, I prefer rum." There just didn't seem to be any around here, so he'd make do. Maybe next time, this worthless pub would restock and give him a keg or two of the good stuff, eh?

Well, that aside. "I'm quite eager to see your trapping skills put to good use anyway."

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foolhardy_thief
2015-09-22 05:32 am UTC (link)

If there was an opportunity for a bet, Zidane could not let that moment pass. Granted, he preferred that there were prizes on hand, be it money, loot, or... a date with a girl. Seeing as he hadn't met any so far in Hobb's End, a romantic date was out of the question. He would have to make do with what is available, and that was limited to magic food and weird technology.

"Of course it's grand, it's my idea, after all." Would Zidane have accepted the game if Hook himself had suggested it? Most likely, but the teenager always did like being in control of things. He wanted to set the ground rules, the prizes, and what would happen for the loser or losers.

"Vodka... the name doesn't change that it's still crap, honestly." Zidane twisted off the cap and had a sniff of the liquor, and the look on his face was telling. He put the cap back on and returned the bottle to its rightful-- or wrongful place. He wasn't really checking, really. "And besides, I don't need to give my old man another reason to beat me." It wasn't a joke, that; Baku definitely wasn't here in town, but Zidane knew that Baku would find out, sooner or later. As if Zidane had never done anything stupid and dangerous, before. Baku and his Tantalus troupe practically lived in pubs, in between theatre shows (and burglary), but that did not give Zidane an excuse to drink alcohol.

Turning round to face Hook, Zidane leaned backwards against the cupboad, the tip of his tail twitching. " 'Quite' eager. What are you still doin' in here, then? We should probably start tomorrow morning, though. We can't hope to catch anything if we don't have any traps. I know where to find some materials, but you'll have to find your own. Finders, keepers." Zidane grinned and, in the blink of an eye, he swiped the bottle out of Hook's hand and moved to a different part of the room, a couple metres away from Hook.

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arcane
2015-09-25 12:06 am UTC (link)

Did the lad just imply that his own father beat him? That was rough. Killian, personally, didn't understand such thing's if one was a parent - he would never beat his own child, but then again, he probably shouldn't be reproducing anyway. Since he didn't have the best track record with the youngin's, especially ones that had aged mentally but were forever young on an island called Neverland - a place where madness sank into your bones, where you were at your very darkest. Let's not talk about what happened to Rufio...

Well, anyway.

"I'm accustomed to making traps, I assure you," he spoke with confidence and, since no one stole alcohol from him ever (plus, he was much more spry than his age might suggest), he snatched the bottle back quicker than the shutter of any camera lens could catch. 'Tomorrow, then. Don't see why not."

After another swig, he just set the bottle down on the counter if Zidane really wanted it.

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foolhardy_thief
2015-09-25 01:33 am UTC (link)

Zidane had been lucky enough that he was found and adopted by Baku, whose parenting methods revolved around tough love. There were certain rules one had to follow, within Tantalus, none of which were particularly difficult to follow. If you wanted to leave the group, you had to fight Baku— and Zidane’s done that a couple of times already. In retrospect, Zidane had deserved this particular beating, because he’d left home one day.. and didn’t come back until two years later. He’d left behind no message or anything to suggest why he’d left or where he’d gone.

“I bet you are, Hook. Did you have to take lessons?” The teenager hadn’t taken the liquor because he wanted to actually drink it, but when he realised it was no longer in his hand, Zidane scowled, and kicked at the nearest chair, toppling it over. It was all he needed to take out his frustration. Casually, he crossed the room and leaned against the counter that held the bottle. He set one hand on either side of the bottle, and began pushing it back and forth from one hand to the other, taking care not to let it tip over.

“I can’t wait to see the look on your face, when I win. Let’s see… we’ll meet at the north-eastern side of town, alright? Early morning, but neither of us can start until we meet again.”

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