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Not in Florin anymore...
Who: The Dread Pirate Roberts and OTA
What: Arrival
Where: In the Woods outside the resort
When: noonish; Day 9
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe
Status: COMPLETE

The sound of raucus laughter filled the ears of the Dread Pirate Roberts as he stared down the Sicilian 'Mastermind', lightly setting the glass of wine down in front of him on the tray. It'd been, from the beginning, a battle of wits, and Roberts had challenged his opponent to guess which goblet he'd put the odorless, tastless poison into. Now having emptied his glass and watched the other man do the same, Roberts watched in silence, his face mostly covered by a mask so that there was nothing that was betrayed by him as the Sicilian went on laughing, almost lauding his victory.

Which was startlingly unfortunate for the Sicilian, as he wasn't victorious at all. Roberts waited calmly for the poison to take effect, watching as the moment of sheer clarity dawned on him in fierce horror that his body was dying. The laughter didn't stop however, and for a split second the pirate was afraid he had miscalculated until suddenly the man in front of him dropped dead as a doornail like a lifeless puppet. It would have been more of a shame to kill him if he'd indeed been the slightest bit of a decent person, though as he was not there was little shame in actually having done the deed. He was a pirate, after all. Most of the towns in Europe would shudder in memory of him, and in Florin there was a rather deep fear that ran through the populace at the mention of his name. Which was how he preffered it really, for once a pirate loses his reputation, well...

"And to think, all that time it was your cup that was poisoned." The princess across from him said, breaking his line of concentration, as the pirate before her got up, took the knife that Vezinni, as the man had referred to himself, had been holding to Buttercup's throat. For a brief moment he considered questioning her right here and now, for even though she looked far more lovely than the last time he'd seen her, there was a bitter anger that welled up in his chest like a black monster each time he looked upon her perfect face.

She had, after all, betrayed their vows of love, and despite the fact that he'd spent the past years doing whatever it had taken to survive, promised herself to another at the first sign of his possible death. At first it had been alright, of course, the anger over the news had provided the motivation for some deliriously brutal plundering, looting, and all around badness that the Dread Pirate Roberts hadn't been seen doing in years. But as time drew on the squeels of overly rich merchants had grown stale, and writing angsty poetry had seemed pointless, and with one thing being another Roberts had decided that he finally needed an answer for himself, face to face... or well, mask.

"They were both poisoned." he said dryly as he moved behind her and effortlessly cut the ropes that bound her. Even as angry as he was, he didn't want to see her in pain and it looked from the sour look on her face as if she were trying to hold in the fact that her ropes were tied too tightly. It was much the same look she'd given her father when he'd told her that she wasn't skilled enough to do something and she would try it anyway. Exasperating and yet deliriously cute at the same time. "I spent the last few years building up immunity to iocaine powder."

... and that was when the world went dark.

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His head resting upon the bark of a tree, beneath the mask the eyes of the Man in Black snapped open, and he sat up with a start. The weather was rather warm, but the air that blew across his face was cool and somewhat comforting. It might have been more so, if it weren't for the fact that he was, in all probability, quite actually dead. Raising a hand to his chin he pondered on the events that had happened, weighing each and every detail in his mind. He was rather certain that he'd measured out the amount of iocaine perfectly. In fact he could have sworn that he could handle at least twice that much.

"Well my friend..." he said to himself. "Let's take stock of the situation, shall we? You managed to best a giant in a match of strength, a world class swordsman in a battle of blades, and out strategize a Sicilian only to wind up dead because of the fact that someone either laced your poison with another poison, or you overdosed yourself. The woman you loved and sought to kidnap and reveal yourself to, is now in fact free, probably giving your dead body a good kick at this moment before prancing back to her royal husband to be, who is actually one of the more glorious asses in all of Florin."

Standing up, he looked around at his surroundings. It was a woodsy area, which had a cool breeze which blew lightly across his face as he surveyed the distance. It looked alot like the place he'd come from, except there was no Fire Swamp in sight, which meant that he'd not been knocked out... but probably killed.

"On the up side, heaven appears to be a nice woodsy place, I haven't been stripped naked and given a harp, and I still have my rapier..." he said as he put his hand on it. "Well, as there's no sign of St. Peter to be seen, I suppose I'll pick a direction and hope very dearly I've not wound up in purgatory for peeking on a nun while changing when I was a boy..."

And he'd not taken more than one step before a giant gust of wind nearly knocked him off of his feet and left him clinging to a tree, as they began to sway back and forth. Being a Pirate he knew well enough to read the weather that this was a bad sign. "Hm... looking more like purgatory by the moment... that's rather unfortunate..." Meanwhile the room key B200 began to glow... not that anyone would likely be coming out in a brewing storm for him.