[Flashback] Just a Quick Job (Jokor)

[Leviathan]

The woman's eyes widened as the saw the small piece of wood, it was obvious she recognized this style. It was a type of code, her inner circle used it. Those that were close enough to confide in, or backstab her, were the ones who understood this style of message. Jokor noticed his words fell silent as the Captain read the message slowly, then reread it, looked up at Jokor, and read it a third time. Then the flung the piece of wood overboard and into the waters. "Do you know what this message you brought me reads? It's a threat on my life. To steal my ship. To sell me into slavery. Who gave you this note?" Captain "Rain" moved silently as she began to pace, circling around the street rat as she awaited his answer. Already a sword was drawn and at her side, ready to strike down the petty criminal if he tried to run or attack or lie. He found out now that this woman, beautiful she might be, was serious and quite genuinely harsh. He felt a tap on his shoulder, the flat of the blade to get his attention. "Tell me that you aren't in some alliance with the man that threatened you, and you might find yourself alive in the morning. In fact, you might find yourself with more money than you have ever seen. I am a wealthy woman, and I don't dishonor my promises."

[Jokor]

Jokor kept his eye on captain rain when she was reading and rereading the message occasionally flicking her gaze towards her, after she read it for a third time she flung the message in the water and fixed her gaze once again on him, demanding from him who gave him that message. Jokor just shrugged at that question. “tha guy called 'imself Jolly, but I doubt thats his real name if he wanted me to deliver a death threat to a captain that can boss a crew around.” He kept his eyes on the woman as she began to circle him with her sword drawn, her manner reminding him a bit to much of one of those flesh eating fish that sometimes where found in the docks. She swiftly brought her sword to his shoulder, and gave him a stern look. Demanding if he was in any alliance of some sort with the man that gave him this task and that if he wasn't he would be allowed to live and he might get some sort of monetary reward as well. “I can honestly say that I don't have anything to do with the guy beyond that he paid me 10 silvers to bring it to you.”

[Leviathan]

"Ten silver, that's hardly a price to sell your own life away to death. Are you a beggar or just a starving child? Kahkar! Bring this child a foul, he must be hungry." The woman turned at gave her command to a short but muscularly toned and heavily tattooed man. If Jokor knew anything about Myrian Culture, he would have probably recognized the name and appearance all together. The Captain then sheathed her sword as a crooked smile spread across her face. One of the men from the gang plank, not the one with hairy chest like a dog and foul breath of rotten onions, moved behind Jokor and set down a large bucket, upside down, a temporary seat, then moved away without a word. "I want to ask your name, but I have this feeling that it would do me no good. What's the point of a homeless lad's name when you are searching for a clever rat that wants to bury you at sea, am I right? I'm going to assume that this man was smart enough not to say anything to you about me, himself, the note, or his intentions? In fact, I'm going to assume you are completely useless to me and to this shykehole of a town. So, if you don't convince me otherwise, I'm going to kill you." There, that smile made sense now. The Myrian returned with a fancy plate with a roasted something on it, chicken or turkey, some kind of large bird. Despite the stereotypical savage nature of Myrians, which one appeared to be an excellent cook. He offered the delicious looking, and smelling, thing over to Jokor. The Captain spoke again. "Eat up now."

[Jokor]

Jokor kept his mouth shut as the woman scoffed at his actions,calling him a beggar or a starving child. Honestly he couldn't bring anything in against that, if she threw in thief she would have got the perfect description for him. As she called for a person called khakar, obviously a foreigner though he couldn't fit the name with any culture he knew about, though that wasn't saying much. Sitting down on the upside down, his leg tensed and ready to break out into a run and jump overboard and swim towards the pier as soon as things went all shyke, which was looking more and more to be the case as she continued to talk. “You are right about that I dun know anything more about the guy that payed me to deliver the note, I do know the name of one of the muggers and the chance exists that they know that guy though.” he didn't mention that the fact that there was the chance that they just where people who saw him get the package and thought that there was something of value in it. As he accepted the cooked bird he couldn't help but feel that there had to be a trap of some sorth in it? Maybe it was poisoned or something? Still with the way that the woman commanded him to eat he doubted that he could get out of it, besides poisons that killed where expensive as hell and why would they try to kill him with a poison when they outnumbered him and they where all armed to the teeth? So he just shrugged and began to eat, if he didn't he would probably offend the captain and get killed either way.

[Leviathan]

She smiled sweetly as Jokor ate. At first, he was timid, as expected. He probably had all sorts of creative ideas in his head at what she did. As he continued eating, the bird seemed to fade away at a rapidly hastening pace. And it was gone in no time. Jokor must have been a hungry lad. "Well, why don't you go below deck and take yourself a nap now. You owe me now, and I need my pawns well-fed and strong. Go get some sleep, tonight, I'm going to need you." The look Captain Rain gave Jokor almost caused the street rat to choke and vomit the delicious food he just consumed, something about that voice, those eyes, it told that he had gotten himself in much more shyke than he ever intended. This was just supposed to be a short messenger job. Jokor didn't even have time to consider jumping off the boat or talking his way out of this mess. The moment he was commanded to sleep, that large man, bare chested, hairy as hell, and that short scarred Myrian with a knack for cooking escorted Jokor to a hammock. Peacefully or forcefully, that was all Jokor could decide. END

[Leviathan]

Thread Award! Jokor   Skills Skill Gain Info. Escape Artist 1 -- Intimidation 1 -- Rhetoric 1 -- Persuasion 1 --   Lore Using Words to Persuade Others

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