Lady Captain Zâira (ex_zaira605) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-05-17 02:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | aerhen, amrothos, dead!ecthelden, zaira |
Buggar off, I've no time for crazy arses.
Who: Amrothos, Zaira, Dead!Ecthelden, and introducing a pickpocket!
What: Zaira's unloading some very ... *ahem*.. special cargo. And runs into Amro for the first time in a while.
Where: Pelargir!
When: Uh.. after those chats with the Imrahil min-plotline are done.
Warning: It's a bit rough, I had to edit out some ooc stuff.
Zaira: *eyes Amrothos* Ye look a little crazy. But mayhap I recall something involvin' helping me ship out, right around th'time I lost me finger.
Amrothos: Yes, crazy, I am.
Zaira: *squints at him* Buggar off, I've no time for crazy arses.
Zaira: Me whole crew's half insane, me 'da's missing, me gran'da's already crazy, and Ecthy's gone. *snorts* I'm havin' a bad year.
Amrothos: *...writes down what she said* ...what's your Da's name, Captain?
Zaira: .... I .. Don't know.
Zaira: *chews her lip* He's always just been th Cap'n. *eyedarts*
Amrothos: ...how old is he? What's he look like? If I find him I'll send him your way.
Zaira: Older'n me, Tall, dark, an'Umbarean lookin', with no hair and really really dark eyes..... likes to wear black lots.
Zaira: Kinda gettin' a bit wrinkled. An' he loves his whiskey.
Amrothos: *writes it down* ...if I see anyone like that I'll try to send him your way.
Zaira: I already checked all th'taverns I know in Amroth an' Pelargir though.
Amrothos: I'm sure you have. *nods sympathetically* Still plenty of refugee towns on the coast of Belfalas. Lots of people wound up places they'd never have gone in other times.
Zaira: So long as I don't end up finding his drunken arse havin' a good time down in the sultanate of Raj I'll be okay.
Zaira: Gonna stab that man for makin' me worry. *wrinkles her nose*
Amrothos: >.> I'll keep an eye out. Two, as often as they both look the same direction.
Zaira: Well if they aren't, then they're coverin' more ground aren't they? *grins*
Amrothos: *...grins a little* I never thought of it like that.
Zaira: *points up at the crow's nest* Got a man up there regularly what's got a bit of a lazy eye, but I always figured that was a blessing.
Amrothos: *lets his right eye drift back and forth which is quite spooky, with the scar and all*
Zaira: *snorts and holds up her right hand, bends all the fingers but the ring finger, plays wierd triple-joint tricks with the finger that won't bend*
Amrothos: ...very nice, very disturbing. *cheeky grin*
Zaira: *flirts with everything that breathes anyway, unless it's Eothain*
Amrothos: *thought he was pretty damn hideous so it's a nice ego-boost*
Zaira: *might actually flirt with Eothain if he didn't smell >.>*
Amrothos: *ranks above 'smelly rohirric'. score one for ugly battle scar!*
Zaira: *barks orders around and generally gets all Captainy while they unload Ecthy's poor body*
Ecthelden: *is very dead*
Zaira: *noticed, shut up*
Zaira: *pats the coffin after it's pulled up from the cargo hold* Well ye told me ye didn't want to die on a feckin' ship, an' I arranged that, an' then ye told me ye didn't want to be buried in feckin' Dol Amroth, so here we are.
Zaira: 'Course yer a feckin' asshole fer dyin' on me.
Zaira: An'I'm talkin' to a coffin. >.>
Ecthelden: x_x
Zaira: RIGHT THEN get this arse on the shore afore 'is ghost starts gettin' seasick!
pickpocket type: ::watching this because the world is rather boring at the moment, and this is different::
Crew: *scrambles to do as they're told*
Amrothos: *just chills till Zaira's very special cargo is off-boat* ...got a spot picked out? *means for the burial, knows a coffin when he sees one*
pickpocket: ::wonders if Amro has easily reached money::
Zaira: I thought I'd try an'find his family and ask them what they had in mind, actually... Not sure where t'start, though. Every WHORE in this town knows who Ecthelden is but I bet none of'em know who 'is mammy is.
Echty: *unlike Eothain, worked to get laid, didn't pay for a whore unless he was having bad luck!*
Amrothos: *...considering how he could help* ...I know a few places that might have birth registries if you knew his age. They gathered what of that they could salvage for survivors looking for kin.
Amrothos: Spotty luck at best but it could be a start, there can only be so many Ectheldens born a year.
Amrothos: *has big shiny coinpurse*
Zaira: 'E was 3 an' Thirty, unless 'e was lyin' t'me.
Zaira: 'course, I lied to him plenty, too. Told him I was older than I was. *chuckles sadly*
Amrothos: *ah, understands that relationship then* I'm sorry for your loss. *searches his gay little manpurse, er, manly bag of carrying, to find a scrap of paper to write on*
Amrothos: ...on second thought, instead of writing an address, if you're not busy, maybe I'll show you the place I mentioned myself?
pickpocket: ::perks up at sight of bag. lean pickings, lately::
Zaira: *eyes the bag, blinks at it, then focuses back on him* Could maybe work somethin' out. First need to be gettin' this box somewheres for the time being.
Zaira: ... loved th'man too much t'let 'im stink the docks up.
Zaira: *twists her hair out of her way and motions for someone to bring a cart over* I just need t'be dropping him off at the local healer, he'll be having some cold storage while I decide where we're putting him.
Amrothos: *nods* ...you seem to have things in hand. Let me leave you an address of a place to meet you at, then?
Zaira: Yar, can do that, boy. Don't want to be keeping you from whatever had ye here to'begin with, neither.
Amrothos: *scribbles down the name of a little restaurant* ...then I'll meet you there in a bit, shall I?
Zaira: *looks down at the name, and grins* Glad to see that Haradric bastard is still in business!
Zaira: Best curry in town. An'I know me curry. *hops up into the cart* See ye there then, boy. *mock-salutes*
Amrothos: >.> the name is Amrothos.
Amrothos: Amro if you like.
Zaira: *chuckles* I call everyone boy, Amro. Even Ecthy.
Zaira: ... well boy, or sometimes "you arse". >.>
Amrothos: Caught that one too.
Zaira: He deserved it. Th'man were a feckin' pain in the arse.
Amrothos: Isn't every man?
Zaira: 'Least now he's dead an'not troublin' me anymore. *snorts* See you a bit later, boy! *waves, and gets the cart a-rolling*
Pickpocket: ::ponders tagging along after the cart. then thinks better of it::
Amrothos: *calls after her* If you don't see me ask for me I might be in the back!
Zaira: *waves a hand in acknowledgement!*
Zaira: *realises about halfway there that Amrothos is the name of one of the Prince's sons, then remembers why he's so familiar.* ... feck.