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Sebastian · 06-01-2012, 12:37 PM

Sebastian was a restless individual. He hated lying around doing nothing. Jazper and Anann knew that and despite his high rank, granted him leave to wander out on his little excursions. He stayed relatively close to Casa di Cavalieri- always within one or two days' walk. No-one had any cause to complain unless he got lost, which was becoming rarer and rarer as he got used to the lay of the land.

Today he explored the sea. Casa di Cavalieri was close to the sea, but Sebastian had rarely ventured to any sort of beach or bay. He had crossed the sea to reach the Americas, but that was as far as his naval experience extended. He was far more accustomed to lakes and rivers.

The lean artisan was clad in his usual blue jeans and assortment of trinkets- two gold loops in his right ear, the silver chain around his neck that held the wooden flame charm Hadley had presented him with and a small golden ring inset with white diamonds he had acquired in Halifax. All in all, Sebastian considered himself dangerously fashionable.

Which was partly why he was busily scavenging through a shipwreck. The few bones he had seen had looked relatively new, but the tide had claimed just about everything that the salt and seagulls hadn't picked clean. Being inside the ghost ship was a strange experience. One he wanted to savour.

Sebastian pulled a small chest from a cabin, yanked it across the wooden floor of the ship and flung it to the sand. He followed after it gracefully enough, his feet briefly sinking into the sand as he considered his prize. It had been buried underneath ruined, splintered planks of wood and more than a little mud, which was presumably why it hadn't been found by some other scavenger. Gods only knew what lay inside the wooden chest.

A large, heavy lock sealed it shut and unfortunately, Sebastian had no lockpicks. He was an amateur, regardless. The key was probably at the bottom of the ocean. Nevertheless, Sebastian never went for the direct approach. A large, heavy rock in hand, the Italian smashed open the much more delicate wooden lid.

Sebastian appraised the contents with delight and went to his knees to examine it. Clothing, jewellery... A little damp, but the chest had done its job well. The Italian grinned, sharp canines winking in the sunlight as he pulled out a golden armband and slid it snugly over his left bicep.

"Lovely," he murmured, sifting through the contents. He was quite a pirate- robbing from these sailors. Well, they were dead. They wouldn't miss it much. Sebastian sang softly as he continued his investigation.

"My heart is pierced by cupid, I disdain all glittering gold... There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold..."

Tobias Roche · 06-01-2012, 11:52 PM

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Word Count :: 324 THE WRATH OF TOBI HAS BEEN EVOKED U:

The captain's gaze was chilled, as per usual, as he returned to the Quartz Shoreline to the site of the wreckage. So much of it had been washed away, so much of his crew vanished, the black sails of his ship. Brows were furrowed as he traipsed along, looking about. He had been waiting to salvage what he could that had yet to wash ashore, several items still left within his cabin such as his clothes and the like. The dark male had, of course, valued his appearance, and with one of his captain's jackets ruined and now in possession of the young Harrow, he was in need of salvaging his old chests and trunks. However, Tobias still kept himself well dressed in his burgundy red jacket, with those golden buttons, a vest and white shirt beneath, and some dark pants, as well as a matching sash-like cloth tied about his waste as a belt. A few gold coins made soft tinkling sounds as he paced over the terrain. Save for that, he had his usual gold and silver earrings, beads tied into his hair, as well as a silver coin, and a few turtle bone accessories.

He had expected the site to have been abandoned, and as soon as that soot gaze laid upon that russet vulture, preying upon his belongings, an anger flared within him. He quickly made his way across the beach, over rocks and sand.

Ye bilge-suckin' rat! he called out harshly, hackles prickling on the nape of his neck. There was a fire within those charcoal eyes. Wha' do ye think yer doin'?! Wha' do ye think yer doin' with me belongin's!

His voice was demanding, a rage in that rumbling tone. Hark was pinned back against his wavy locks, lips curling back to reveal his ivories and purple gums. Sights were narrowed as he stared at this intruder, daring him to continue seeking through the belongings of himself and his crew.

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Sebastian · 06-02-2012, 12:22 PM

THE ANNOYING-NESS OF SEBASTIAN HAS BEEN PROVOKED.

Sebastian lifted a black jacket up to the light, looking over it critically. Much too big for him, but it would sell for a pretty penny. A gold coin and a silver coin disappeared into his pockets. A sizeable cutlass was considered briefly, but he quickly lost interest in favour of a golden ring inset with a white opal that fit well on his middle finger. Aside from clothing, several more coins, an hourglass, a few books that resembled journals, some seafaring equipment and whatever else lay under the clothes, Sebastian held no interest in the remnants of the chest.

Sebastian hadn't expected any interruptions, but he kept a calm demeanour. His sizable, silky, dark red ears flicked briefly at the harsh voice and words. The Italian had no idea what bilge was, but it sounded distasteful regardless. He straightened up calmly, regarding the taller male with a sardonic half-smile.

He was much bigger and heavier than the lean, small artisan, but that mattered little. He was also some distance away, putting Sebastian at the immediate advantage. The foxy male unstrapped his bow from his back and held it at his side, an arrow clutched in his left hand as he considered the loud man silently. He had a seafarer's look to him, so he presumably wasn't lying...

Sebastian raised the bow and aimed an arrow at the stranger's neck.

"Treasure hunting," he replied cheerfully. "Now, handsome, why don't you stop right there and we can talk for a moment?"

Tobias Roche · 06-02-2012, 08:32 PM

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Word Count :: 247 He best be careful. xD TOBIAS DON'T PLAY AROUND. He purdeh. But meaaan :|

That enraged stare only narrowed further with that fox-painted thief's threat. He was picking through belongings. Not just anyone's belongings, but his belongings. Things that he had buried, but wanted to keep as a reminder. Things that he looted, kept as treasures, or memories. Memories that he stifled, such as that ring the artist had placed upon that finger. A ring that he had given as a gift to her. A gift that he regretted, but took back nonetheless. A reminder to not be so foolish with matters of the heart.

Lips curled back further, those ivories bared. Every hair seemed to be prickled, standing upright along his spine. It was a shame he had neglected to bring any weapons. He had figured, if worse had come to worse, he could use his bulky secui form for defense, and throw his weight around. After all, his pelt was thickest then, thick enough to even hide those scars that decorated that dark pelt.

Hands curled into fists, claws digging into those calloused pads as he continued to pace forth. He would call this bluff.

If ye want to talk, ye shoul' do it now. An' replace me belongings, he practically hissed through his teeth, in a tighter-jawed manner than usual. His anger had been provoked, patience shortened considerably. The man had very little pity for thieves. The way he was raised, thieves had fingers removed, if not hands.

If ye 'ave nothin' t' say, ye best make yer move before I do.

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Sebastian · 06-14-2012, 03:16 AM

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Sebastian raised an eyebrow as the male didn't slow down. Was he suicidal or just dumb. It mattered little. The Italian calmly loosed the arrow as a warning shot, making it whistle past the sailor's head, hopefully parting his hair as it whizzed past. Within a second Sebastian had nocked another three arrows at once and aimed them diagonally at the stranger's chest.

"Does stealing from pirates count?" he enquired mildly, as though they were calmly discussing a minor disagreement over tea and crumpets. [b]"How about instead I don't take anything else and you don't do a porcupine impression, hmm?"[b] Sebastian drew the bow tighter, adjusting his aim a little. One for the throat, one for the heart, one for the kidney.

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