Desmond Reakets doesn't have a custom title currently.
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Born: 22 November 1951
Alcohol, sleeping, alcohol, Ailms.
Cbox Name: Sylvirr
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Guild: Hand of Grace
Occupation: Shop(Bakery&Machine) owner, Pirate, Dipper, Mechanic
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Joined: 14-December 11
Last Seen: Dec 19 2014, 07:59 PM
Local Time: Dec 20 2014, 05:54 PM
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Dec 18 2014, 03:42 PM
My last plot sort of tapered off due to inactivity among the people who joined it, but I'm willing to try again.
Desmond needs to get some supplies both in and out of Tot. Normally he'd do it on his own but this job requires an extra set of hands. Who's in?
Dec 18 2014, 03:27 PM
It had been a long time since he'd been back to Tot. A few years, in fact. Tot held good memories for him--good, and bad. And a few on the dodgy side. But Tot had been good to him, monetarily speaking, and so he was set to return a might richer.
He'd stopped drinking so much, so he had that much going for him. After a nearly botched liver transplant, he wasn't about to fuck it up in lieu of another. In any case, he made his way into the bar and took a seat near the back right-hand corner, leaning back and propping his booted feet up on the table as he brought his drink to his lips.
Ahhh. Good ol' Tottian ale. He may not be a raging alcoholic anymore but he still knew a fine ale when he had one. Now all there was left to do was to scope out the newbies. He could use a few hirelings now to get underway, especially now that his favored old trade routes were now re-opened.
Jul 1 2013, 10:04 PM
Tearful goodbyes aside, he was fairly confident in the majority of his crew. Just Anna, really, was the one that concerned him and really the one who would have to do the most work to earn respect from him. Atticus, however, he would have to watch very carefully, for something sat uneasily within his gut when it came to him.
In any case, the ship was off and they were finally in the skies--and it seemed like it'd be a fairly easy trip. The winds were strong from the back and pushed them forward with a surprising smoothness, enough so that he was almost content to let the ship simply drift in the proper direction, but he wanted to get better Intel on his crew before relaxing in such a fashion, and so he tilting his head towards the first mate,"Oy, Tink. Do me a favor an' go check in everybodys' rooms. An' don't take anything." he added as an afterthought, removing the smoking hertasi from his shoulder and setting her down to let her go like a windup toy.
Jun 19 2013, 01:18 AM
The evening was surprisingly warm, and this particular area of the falls was very easily forgotten about, left behind in the pungent stench, and so, easily avoided. Set at one place in particular, deep within the yawning shadow of the rather imposing buildings was a rather beautiful show of a ship. It passed for professional easily, what with it's smooth and glossed wood and perfectly kept metal. It was large enough for the entire crew--and perhaps then some--with quite the massive amount of storage room. Only those that knew of the ill-fated name of the ship--Alexandria--were aware of just what that ship was, and what it had been through. It had served the pirate well over nearly two decades of pillaging, plundering, and even dipping, for it was surprisingly sturdy and could handle not just the acrid acid rain of the surface, but the rolling mists that ate away at even the strongest of armors. And again, it would serve well..for more reasons than one. Within it's chassis was a secondary, smaller ship, perhaps large enough for three--maybe four people in a tight squeeze--in case an escape was necessary, and this, too, was reinforced to withstand the harshest of weather below the cloud shelf. However, the steering mechanism was entirely new, rather than a wheel there was a deep groove, perhaps large enough for one to stick their upper arm in, and besides the myriad of meters show yaw, pitch, roll, altitude, latitude and longitude (as well as about 10 other 'tudes' in which the words were written in a foreign language), there seemed no other mode of locomotion.
Nobody would be stealing this ship.
But, Ah, finally, the time had come. With the final adjustments to the ship, they were ready to go. All he had to do now was count off the crew and make sure those that said they'd be here were here. He held in his gloved hands a small sheet of paper, with only names, though they were written in a language that was most certainly not Tottian. Not that it mattered, the pirate read them just fine. In any case, he had his own reasons for planning this little outing, and not anybody would stop him. However, at the same time, his hedonistic delight in dipping spurned him onward, and he leaned against the side of the ship with an absent grin made almost placid upon his features.
Now, to check everybody off as they arrived.
And then burn that bitch to ashes.
Jun 12 2013, 02:08 AM
Aha, of course the time came for him to return to Dagenham. It'd been a while--not since he'd last visited Layla, maybe? In any case, he did have a few shops to check on--Olives, for one, and his own warehouses. After all, it was one of the best places to keep things you didn't want found.
Today he dressed himself in his usual clothes--the ones Ailms wouldn't normally let him out of the house in if he saw him wearing them, a loose-fitting and somewhat tattered off-white chemise with a button-down vest that was more than a little worn, a pair of gloves with the palms so used that they'd grown discolored and pants that were clinging to his hips by sheer luck, patched, worn and oil-stained to the utmost degree. But more than anything, he actually tied his hair back today, braiding it loosely and tying the end with the normal, pale powder-blue ribbon. But his clothing was besides the fact! Fact was, the pirate was feeling decidedly less pleasant than usual, even though he was perfectly ready to help those in need in Dagenham, hence visiting the shops.
Not that he was expecting to meet someone new today, but...well, things happened.