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Port Twelve - Roleplay - 03-09-2018
The sky was crowded with dark clouds and a heavy traffic of vessels of all sizes. From among the crowd a couple of ships appeared, first as flashes of tiny lights in the horizon, they slowly gained shape and volume as they approached the massive city carved inside a mountainous region. Shadowed by snowy peaks and skyscrapers, the evening fell early on the metropolis except for the tops of the largest buildings.
Even in the brightly lit docks, a Manta, obnoxiously surrounded by blinding blue lights, bothered a whole lot of folk and made them block their eyes, many curses were slung towards the ship in retaliation. Apparently aware of the discomfort of the locals, the pilot of the ship turned off the lights right before the ship touched the ground, making a mental note to get these removed first thing in the morning -- and not forget it like the last time.
The pilot jumped off the ship, wearing what you'd expect from a common bounty hunter -- a simple, dark pilot suit with no markings, full of pockets, and zipped down to the upper chest. He was also carrying a small satchel over his shoulder, which he eyed once nervously, then took a deep breath and stretched. It was a sweet feeling to be on foot after sitting in the cockpit for hours. And hopeful, he was waiting for his companion to appear from the ship landing close by.
Even in the brightly lit docks, a Manta, obnoxiously surrounded by blinding blue lights, bothered a whole lot of folk and made them block their eyes, many curses were slung towards the ship in retaliation. Apparently aware of the discomfort of the locals, the pilot of the ship turned off the lights right before the ship touched the ground, making a mental note to get these removed first thing in the morning -- and not forget it like the last time.
The pilot jumped off the ship, wearing what you'd expect from a common bounty hunter -- a simple, dark pilot suit with no markings, full of pockets, and zipped down to the upper chest. He was also carrying a small satchel over his shoulder, which he eyed once nervously, then took a deep breath and stretched. It was a sweet feeling to be on foot after sitting in the cockpit for hours. And hopeful, he was waiting for his companion to appear from the ship landing close by.
RE: Port Twelve - The.Cop - 03-09-2018
It was a way too long shift for somebody like Monica Austin, the officer of Liberty Police Incorporated. Smugglers, pirates, possible suspects and much more, that was something she experienced, luckily with one of the Bounty Hunters, today in Liberty and surrounding systems. She was carefully leading her Upholder through the city and bunch of skyscrapers to Port Twelve, a port located close to the famous bar she had spoken about during routine patrol around New York.
Monica trully liked her dangerous job as she wasn't doing it for money but for her nation and safety of citizens all around Liberty. However there was something bothering her deep inside her soul, it was about one special place, one special system they visited today. Alberta. Turning off her engines,
she pressed few more buttons on her console and turned off NavMap and TLAGSNet, her the most favorite feature. After all of the systems on her console were turned off, she took a deep breath and took off her helmet.
Few seconds later she slowly jumped out of her Upholder and feeling relaxed outside, she stretched out her legs and back. She wasn't tall, but neither a small woman. She was wearing typical blue LPI uniform with yellow decorations, however long brown hair covered her rank displayed on the shoulders.
Her brown eyes were looking for a Hunter guy inside the crowd present on the landing platform. "Damn people..." she had thought as she walked into the crowd, desperately trying to get through. However few seconds later she noticed familiar vessel standing nearby. "Manta... Get out of my way!" she yelled at people in front of her as she was getting closer to Manta. Finally. She had reached her destination where she found that guy she was looking for, holding known satchel over his shoulder. "So that's the best pilot in Sirius, Horace Laster. Hmm?" she couldn't help herself and grinned at him while she moved her hand onto her hip.
RE: Port Twelve - Roleplay - 03-09-2018
Hearing her commanding voice and seeing her uniform, knowing not to mess with her kind, the crowd quickly made way for the police officer. Yet, this occasion intrigued many of them, and a circle of people formed around the hunter and the cop. Many wondered if this rather large man could be a criminal of some sort. He looked the part, somewhat, wearing dark, a scar visible on the small opening of his suit, and another tiny one on his cheek. The ship he flew reinforced this rough appearence as well -- bounty hunters would not easily be trusted by the more respectable folk.
"That's me," Horace replied, his grey eyes slowly scanning over the girl interestedly, seeing her without her helmet for the first time and soon smiling widely as well. His light brown hair was a bit messy, and his skin was tanned as if he spent quite a time under the sun.
For a few seconds he appeared as though he was quite inexperienced for such meetings and scratched gently on his cheek, stuttering with his movements. But he recovered quick, "Ah..." and looked a little embarrassed as he offered his hand for a shake finally. "Glad to meet you face to face, Ms. Austin. You're lovely, and... hmm", he gestured to the small crowd around them watching them intently, "I guess many will agree."
A murmur was heard from the crowd and it quickly dissipated as they were put on the spot. Some of them uttered their disappointment that the police officer was not there to arrest the man.
He winked to her, "Are you as thirsty as I am? Let's head to the bar, shall we?"
"That's me," Horace replied, his grey eyes slowly scanning over the girl interestedly, seeing her without her helmet for the first time and soon smiling widely as well. His light brown hair was a bit messy, and his skin was tanned as if he spent quite a time under the sun.
For a few seconds he appeared as though he was quite inexperienced for such meetings and scratched gently on his cheek, stuttering with his movements. But he recovered quick, "Ah..." and looked a little embarrassed as he offered his hand for a shake finally. "Glad to meet you face to face, Ms. Austin. You're lovely, and... hmm", he gestured to the small crowd around them watching them intently, "I guess many will agree."
A murmur was heard from the crowd and it quickly dissipated as they were put on the spot. Some of them uttered their disappointment that the police officer was not there to arrest the man.
He winked to her, "Are you as thirsty as I am? Let's head to the bar, shall we?"
RE: Port Twelve - The.Cop - 03-09-2018
Monica sighed in relief that she found the right guy in this crowd of people. Horace's scars woke up an interest in his history he was successfuly trying to hide from her, but after all it's upon him, if he wanted to share his story with her, he would have done that already. Monica respected it. She had no other choice. The crowd around them, in desperate need of fight or action, wasn't an unusual sight for Police officers, Manhattan was and always will be a good place for criminals and smugglers. If rumors are right, then Manhattan offers the highest price for Cardamine and Artifacts, so there must be somebody who is in need of these items.
For sure the crowd was disappointed because at some point they had to realise no action is going to happen at this place. "It's my pleasure, Mr.Laster." Monica said and shook with his extended hand. Then the rest of the crowd disappeared. "Thank you for yet another compliment. Please, call me Monica." Monica nodded and pointed at the sleeper ship located not far from Port Twelve. It was a rare sight, because almost nobody could recognize the old Sleeper ship with new paint among these tall skyscrapers. "The bar I mentioned is two blocks far from here, next to that huge ship. And the answer is yes!" She gave him a wink and without any more questions asked, she turned around to the exit and began walking towards it.
RE: Port Twelve - Roleplay - 03-09-2018
As always, Manhattan could be quite intrusive with bright neon lights illuminating the stands and shops which were at every corner no matter where you were, large ad boards popping up every step, music playing along with excited recorded voices -easily surpassing the crowd of other sounds- trying to sell you the newest 'cool' product.
But Horace kept on walking a step back from Monica, focusing on her, smiling wide as he realized how their two days of patrolling together has been quite alike, of him just following her around as she energetically chased one criminal after another. He didn't know her much yet, but she certainly appeared like quite a daring and strong young woman.
She really was fun, too. It made Horace chuckle when he remembered how she practically made him invite her for a drink. Things being like this helped Horace too, as he usually would be aloof and was not the best socializer. If it was merely left up to Horace, they'd probably never have visited the bar together, or did as much as they did patrolling the space.
When they stepped into the bar, the intrusion of Manhattan abruptly stopped. A welcoming, slow music greeted them along with the homey athmosphere and a gentle crowd of at most a dozen people. The tables were neat, and the bartender was serving an old freelancer at the counter, who seemed to be a bit disappointed with his Liberty Ale.
"Hmm, this bar is really a welcome change," Horace sighed with relief, the door they closed blocked out most of the intrusive sound outside. "A very good find," he nodded to her with a smirk.
They quickly found a nice table for themselves, and with Monica seated, Horace asked, "What should I get you, Monica?"
But Horace kept on walking a step back from Monica, focusing on her, smiling wide as he realized how their two days of patrolling together has been quite alike, of him just following her around as she energetically chased one criminal after another. He didn't know her much yet, but she certainly appeared like quite a daring and strong young woman.
She really was fun, too. It made Horace chuckle when he remembered how she practically made him invite her for a drink. Things being like this helped Horace too, as he usually would be aloof and was not the best socializer. If it was merely left up to Horace, they'd probably never have visited the bar together, or did as much as they did patrolling the space.
When they stepped into the bar, the intrusion of Manhattan abruptly stopped. A welcoming, slow music greeted them along with the homey athmosphere and a gentle crowd of at most a dozen people. The tables were neat, and the bartender was serving an old freelancer at the counter, who seemed to be a bit disappointed with his Liberty Ale.
"Hmm, this bar is really a welcome change," Horace sighed with relief, the door they closed blocked out most of the intrusive sound outside. "A very good find," he nodded to her with a smirk.
They quickly found a nice table for themselves, and with Monica seated, Horace asked, "What should I get you, Monica?"
RE: Port Twelve - The.Cop - 03-09-2018
She couldn't care less about the chaos on the surface, it wasn't her problem anymore. All of the cool stuff people wanted to sell was either of low-quality or smuggled in by criminal syndicates. Monica wondered how many of them would shine away, if she was still part of the surface department and did some inspections. At this time however, she had more important things to do, one of them being a drink paid by Hunter. The bar was nice, clean and... Quiet. All of the chaos, propaganda, voices being locked outside made her shiver in a good way. She truly loved it.
Taking a seat, Monica let out a sigh of relief. "That's it! I seriously needed to sit down and clear my head." she grumbled and slowly grabbed the list. Looking for her favorite drink took her a bit more than usual, then out of sudden she began searching from the beginning once again. She had to roll her eyes as soon as she noticed that her favorite BBE was removed from the list. "Daaaaaamn. I am done. They removed my DRINK!" She grumbled once again, threw list away and crossed her arms. "Pretty much the only drink I seriously liked and couldn't live without it. But well... Let's find another one... Hrrmm." Thinking for a second, she grabbed the list again and searched through it quickly. "Number twelve... The banana spring" She finally declared and tried to force smile on her face.
RE: Port Twelve - Roleplay - 03-09-2018
Horace let his satchel rest on the chair opposite to the one Monica took and watched her go through the list disappointed.
"Alright. A banana spring." He watched her forced smile with as straight a face he could manage, trying not to grin back. It was obvious she was not happy. "I'll ask them why they are not serving your drink anymore. We can't have a dissatisfied Monica the next time we come here. Be back in a minute."
He walked to the counter and took his place next to the old patron who may have had a strong frame at one point, yet his shoulders were slouched now and his hair was all grey. "Man..." he scoffed, "They don't make these drinks as good as before." He took a sip from his glass then made sure his sour expression full of disappointment was obvious to the bartender.
The bartender rolled his eyes and turned to Horace. "What's your poison, pilot?"
"Banana spring, and uh... do you have something more traditional, like..." he shrugged, "rum?"
"Right, we do."
"I want the whole bottle."
As if the bartender was ready for it, he walked to the back of the bar and quickly brought out the bottle. He then went on and worked to mix the drink for Monica while Horace continued, "By the way, my friend is quite disappointed with you not serving a drink she really used to enjoy here. So uh... unless you want to lose a loyal patron..."
"Noted." the bartender nodded appeasingly and handed out a couple glasses as well as Monica's drink.
This allowed the old man a new reason to complain about and while he was about to start, Horace walked back, put the drinks on the table and took his seat. He watched Monica a little silently while he allowed himself to ease up with the calm athmosphere of the bar, with only the music and the ramblings of the old man barely apparent in the background.
"Got your drink and rum. If you get disappointed with yours, I'll gladly share with you," he softly smiled.
"Alright. A banana spring." He watched her forced smile with as straight a face he could manage, trying not to grin back. It was obvious she was not happy. "I'll ask them why they are not serving your drink anymore. We can't have a dissatisfied Monica the next time we come here. Be back in a minute."
He walked to the counter and took his place next to the old patron who may have had a strong frame at one point, yet his shoulders were slouched now and his hair was all grey. "Man..." he scoffed, "They don't make these drinks as good as before." He took a sip from his glass then made sure his sour expression full of disappointment was obvious to the bartender.
The bartender rolled his eyes and turned to Horace. "What's your poison, pilot?"
"Banana spring, and uh... do you have something more traditional, like..." he shrugged, "rum?"
"Right, we do."
"I want the whole bottle."
As if the bartender was ready for it, he walked to the back of the bar and quickly brought out the bottle. He then went on and worked to mix the drink for Monica while Horace continued, "By the way, my friend is quite disappointed with you not serving a drink she really used to enjoy here. So uh... unless you want to lose a loyal patron..."
"Noted." the bartender nodded appeasingly and handed out a couple glasses as well as Monica's drink.
This allowed the old man a new reason to complain about and while he was about to start, Horace walked back, put the drinks on the table and took his seat. He watched Monica a little silently while he allowed himself to ease up with the calm athmosphere of the bar, with only the music and the ramblings of the old man barely apparent in the background.
"Got your drink and rum. If you get disappointed with yours, I'll gladly share with you," he softly smiled.
RE: Port Twelve - The.Cop - 03-10-2018
Monica couldn't help herself and had to carefully watch him taking the leave to counter. "What is he up to now?" she asked herself and released yet another quiet sigh. Some personal questions came into her mind while her eyes were locked on the satchel where probably Stabiline, she ordered for him, was hidden. "What am I even doing in here..." Her thoughts were focused on events of last two days. After all she hasn't spent her free time in company of another person for a good few weeks. Maybe it had something to do with NEMP explosion which caused her Liberator to explode and probably injured her head or something...
Suddenly Horace was back at the table with her drink and a bottle of rum, her eyes suspected the bottle carefully as he was talking to her. Nothing special, just a rum. She had decided to play with Horace for a while and make him nervous a little bit. "Oh! Thank you for the banana spring!" she nodded and gave him a wink of her left eye. "And thank you for the offer. Is that your personal tactic? To get poor girls and officers drunk,
so shenanigans would happen easier than with sober ones?" Monica asked him with playful tone in her voice and raised her eyebrow while taking a first sip of her drink.
RE: Port Twelve - Roleplay - 03-10-2018
Horace opened the bottle and filled a glass halfway, his hands were slightly shaking, and he couldn't keep himself from eying the satchel. Now it was occupying a side of their table thanks to the lack of space, and felt like a third person in their small group. But what Monica said forced a sudden laugh out of him.
"Aha! It sure looks that way, right?" He took a sip from his glass, stifling his laugh, his ears blushing a little with embarrassment. He really sucked at these situations. As the drink burned his throat, he hoped it would calm him soon at least, especially before they try this magical new drug.
"Well, between meeting with you, and thinking about trying this stabiline, I am quite nervous to be frank. And really needed another drug," he tipped the side of the bottle, "to help me calm myself. And hmm...." he took the list and read a few from it, "Cherry Heaven... The Bird... ugh... Morning Mayhem Show?" he looked at the list incredulously, "I currently don't have the fortitute to try one of these along with stabiline too..."
He returned his look back at her and smiled again, "but if you feel adventurous and would like to try another one of them, I'll get you. I owe you quite a bit, after all."
"Aha! It sure looks that way, right?" He took a sip from his glass, stifling his laugh, his ears blushing a little with embarrassment. He really sucked at these situations. As the drink burned his throat, he hoped it would calm him soon at least, especially before they try this magical new drug.
"Well, between meeting with you, and thinking about trying this stabiline, I am quite nervous to be frank. And really needed another drug," he tipped the side of the bottle, "to help me calm myself. And hmm...." he took the list and read a few from it, "Cherry Heaven... The Bird... ugh... Morning Mayhem Show?" he looked at the list incredulously, "I currently don't have the fortitute to try one of these along with stabiline too..."
He returned his look back at her and smiled again, "but if you feel adventurous and would like to try another one of them, I'll get you. I owe you quite a bit, after all."
RE: Port Twelve - The.Cop - 03-10-2018
Monica just had to grin over the outcome of the games she was playing with him. "What a success!" she thought, but a mere second later she had noticed that his eyes were staring at the satchel for a moment. She could feel that tense feeling, he was nervous. So was Monica, because it was she who brought subject of Stabiline up and who convinced Horace to try it out. "If something happens to him..." Suddenly she caught herself off guard, was she really thinking like that about him? Does she like him? After two days and two long shifts together?
Monica sighed and looked back up at Horace who was going through the list, throwing one name by another at her. "Aren't you going to drink with me? If your answer isn't positive then I am more than satisfied with my banana, coconut, rum and pineapple cocktail." A kind smile appeared on her face as her eyes were inspecting the glass of awesome fluid, while her lips closed around the edge of the glass. She was enjoying her time right now, for the first time in this year.. "You don't owe me anything. After all you've bought me this awesome drink and that was our deal." Monica said and sigh of pleasure could be heard as she took one more sip.