dishonests | ◤eudio, cuddlr◢

I can't say I recall the first, but so far so good this time around.

I suppose that depends on what you consider 'just arriving', but I've been here for about a month now.

I heartens me that you think so. I'm not the most skilled with this technology. I would say that's a little over 'just arriving,' but still new enough. How have you found the place so far?

Right. 18th century and all. You'd never guess by your texting skills alone.

It's... quieter than what I'm used to, but not in a way that's particularly bad. I've a couple colleagues that are here as well, which makes it all a little less daunting knowing that I'm not here alone.

And what about you? How does a city like this compare to the freedom of the oceans?

I'm a quick study. [ not to mention, he learned how to do it the last time he was here. but that sounds less impressive. ]

Quieter? That's interesting. I never was able to grow accustomed to the noise of this city. But it must be a comfort, indeed, to already have friends upon arriving. It doesn't compare, really.

[ a beat. ]

There is, however, much more to do here than there is at sea. The company is also by far more attractive.

[ here's where texting fails him, because he'd normally punctuate a statement like that with a cheeky grin. ]

Have you ever been to London? I can't speak for it in your time, but it's quite a busy city. If New York is the city that never sleeps, then London doesn't sleep either.

[ But that's not really why she thinks Eudio is quiet... ]

It's both a comfort and a shock to have them. One of them is meant to be dead. Which makes it sound as if I wish he still were, and that's absolutely not the case. It's just a bit weird, but I'm glad he's been given a second chance.

I'd guessed you might say that. It seems like such an interesting life, living at sea. Minus the all the pillaging and plundering and all manner of (I imagine mostly) stereotypical pirate-y things. Which would just make you a sailor, wouldn't it?

I'm sure your crew of able men are just as handsome as you are? I have noticed, though, that everyone here seems to be stunning in their own way, so I'll give you that.

My father took me to London a few times on business when I was a lad. I can't say as I've been recently, but it was quite busy then. Though perhaps not as busy as it is in your time.

[ her comment about her resurrected colleague gives him pause. it's not the first he's heard of people being rescued from death or imminent death. he didn't used to count himself among them, but that's not the case anymore. by way of response, all he says is: ]

A great many of us are here for second chances, aren't we? The plundering is the most interesting part, truth be told. Sailors labour under a tyrant for shit wages. Pirates labour on their own terms for the chance of earning a fortune. Some of them aren't terrible to look at. But none of them as fair as you.

There are quite a few more people in the world in my time than there are in yours. Billions more, if that helps put how busy London is these days into perspective.

Yes. I suppose we are. Is that what you're here for? Or is that too bold of me to ask?

The chance of stealing a fortune, you mean.

Are you trying to flatter me, Captain?

I shudder to imagine the crowds.

[ it's one of those things he doesn't like to think about too closely for the sake of his sanity. he entertains it the way you would a fairy tale. ]

Nothing is too bold that comes from you. Aye, you could say that's why I'm here. Is it considered stealing when it's something that's been stolen in the first place? Flattery? No. I call it having two working eyes.

Edited (don't look at me) 2016-05-31 16:01 (UTC)

Imagine your open oceans instead. How many men do you keep on your ship, Captain?

And is your second chance in the same vein as my colleague's, or are you looking to right a wrong?

[ If Roxy were a cat, curiosity would have tried to kill her by now. Tried, being the key word. ]

I suppose that depends, doesn't it? Do you return your spoils to the person(s) they were originally stolen from, or do you keep them for yourself?

Well. Thank you. That's very kind of you.

[ that is a much more welcome thought. ] About sixty at a given time. Not all are men, though you would be challenged to discern the woman from the rest.

[ a pause. ]

The latter. Had they waited much longer to extend their invitation, it would have been the former. [ 'they' being the city representatives. ]

We keep them, of course. I would be more than happy to debate the morality of piracy in a broken political economy over a pint, or dinner if you're so inclined.

[ how's that for smooth. ]

Does it not ever feel crowded with that many bodies on board? I've never been on a tall ship before, so forgive me if I sound a bit silly asking. And I admit, I'm pleased to hear that it's not only men.

I see. Well, I'm glad they arrived when they did, then.

It would seem I am so inclined. Have you a favourite haunt?

[ Smooth like butter. ]

To be sure, there's not enough room below deck to swing a cat, and above deck can feel much the same. But I would take the ocean air over city air any day. Now who's flattering whom?

[ score. ]

There is a pub near the beach. However, I would not be opposed to a break in routine if you have another preference.

I suppose I'll just have to take your word that it's worth the cramped conditions.

Is it flattery to be grateful that a man I (apparently) once knew has not been met with an unfortunate end? I would think that decency more than anything else.

My preference is whatever you prefer. A pub near the beach is perfectly acceptable.

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Where I'm from people tend to care not a whit about the fates of strangers, even those to whom they would give a green check mark. But the pub it is.

[ pretend he sends her a name and approximate location — in words, since he hasn't quite mastered how to send locations via gps. ]

Shall I meet you there?

Well I'm not from where you're from, am I?

[ It's practically Roxy's job to care about the fates of strangers, to protect those who don't even know they need protecting. Sometimes, it just has less to do with the job. ]

Yes. I look forward to meeting you... again.

Certainly not.

[ it's a good thing. pirate towns have a way of training everyone to fend for themselves, and he wouldn't want roxy to lose that selfless quality. ]

Likewise, Miss Morton.

[ before she can berate him for using the formal title, he shuts off the video. if he were in the habit of using emoticons, he might have punctuated it with a cheeky ';)'. as it is, he just tucks his comm into his pocket and heads for the pub, which isn't far from his current location. ]

[ Eggsy had warned Roxy on her first day that she'd probably run into a number of people who would remember her from her previous stay in Eudio, but that she would have no memory of ever meeting. Knowing doesn't make it any less weird, however, and it doesn't make her feel any less guilty for having forgotten anyone, but there's no sense in fretting about it. What more can she do besides apologise and trying to reconnect?

Roxy isn't as close to the pub, as she lives a bit further into the city, so it takes her a bit longer to make her way there ( Cassidy's directions are clear enough, but it still would have been easier with an actual address ). She manages to find the place with little-to-no trouble, fortunately, and when she arrives, it only takes her a moment or two to spot him just outside.

His face isn't familiar to her in the way that it probably should be, but she recognizes him easily enough from the picture on his cuddlr and when she approaches him, it's with a polite and genuine smile as she reaches out to gently touch her fingers to his elbow. ]

Captain Hawking?

[ He's quite a bit taller than her - but then again, most people are -, so she has to tilt her chin up a bit to look at him properly. ]

[ seven months have passed in cassidy's world since the last time he was here. during that time, he often wondered whether eudio had been one long, vivid dream. more worrisome were the mornings where he awoke expecting to be in their beach-front squat, or the moments where he reached into his pocket for a futuristic communicator that wasn't there. gradually, those moments became few and far between. he fell back into the rhythms of his old life, consumed by his plans and ambitions. so, being in eudio again is strange for him too. not in the way it is for roxy, but strange nonetheless.

rediscovering old, familiar things — the creature comforts of a past life — helps somewhat. places like the pub. people like roxy, even if she doesn't remember him. their friendship was fleeting enough that becoming acquainted all over again won't feel that odd.

while he waits for her, he leans against the side of the building, smoking a pipe that looks like it belongs in a museum. he's forgone the frock coat for the day, though he's still decked out in his usual accessories: necklaces hanging down the v of his loose-fitting white shirt, gold studs in his earlobes, and rings on several of his fingers. absent, too, are his pistol and cutlass, though there's still a dirk tucked into one of his boots.

when he catches sight of roxy, he returns her smile with one of his own, releasing the smoke from the corner of his mouth. the pipe is tamped out and tucked into a leather pouch on his belt. then he takes the hand that touched his elbow gently in his and raises it to his lips, bowing slightly as he presses a kiss there. gentleman-like. ]

Miss Morton. [ this time, she can hear the teasing inflection in the words. ] It's a pleasure to see you.

[ he leaves off the 'again' for her sake. ]

As lovely as you appear in that tiny picture [ he means the device screen ], you're even lovelier in person.

[ Roxy has met her fair share of interesting people in her life, encountered things she never thought she'd face (like, for instance, the potential end of the world... via cell phone), but Cassidy is probably the most interesting person she's ever had the pleasure of meeting - so far. It's not every day that you can chat up a pirate captain from the 18th century over what seems like a tamer (and, perhaps, more sophisticated) version of Tindr.

Taking a moment to look him over as he takes her hand, Roxy makes a note of the smaller details, her eyes drifting from the glint of gold in his ears to the chains decorating his neck, all the way to the rings on his fingers. When he bows his head down so that he can press a kiss to the backs of her knuckles, she tilts her head just a fraction to the side, the corner of her mouth turning up a bit with the faintest of smiles. The formal use of her name, however, has her narrowing her eyes just slightly - not because she's upset by it, but because she's noting the teasing lilt in his tone.

Charming, but still cheeky.

Roxy curls her fingers under his hold a little, enough to acknowledge his greeting, and then finds herself smiling with a quiet laugh. ]

Thank you, that's very kind. I could very well say the same for you. A small photo and a character limit does you very little justice, Captain.

[ It's one thing to say you're a pirate from hundreds of years ago, but it's an entirely different thing to actually somewhat look the part, to be one. Even without the iconic frock, even without knowing beforehand, Roxy probably would have pegged him for being... out of place. Out of time - but not necessarily in a bad way.

She tilts her head toward the pub, her brows raising a little. ]

Well - shall we, then?

[ considering the sundry persons that inhabit the city, to be counted among the most interesting would please him far too much, if he knew. roxy, when he met her the first time, interested him quite a bit, but he never got to know her as well as he would've liked. in his many years of sailing and pirating, he's learned as much about the world as he has about the different types of people that populate it. some people are exactly on the inside as they appear on the outside; roxy is not one of them, and he suspects there's not just one, but several facets to her that he's yet to uncover.

in the meantime, he's more than content to appreciate the outside. his compliment to her wasn't empty flattery. sometimes he likes to imagine the women he meets here in the fashion of his time, but as beautiful as roxy would look in a dress with a tapered bodice and long, billowing skirt, her clothing now somehow has the same effect. for his part, he could make a greater effort to blend in — if he wanted to. but even after becoming accustomed to jeans and joggers and t-shirts, he still favors his own style of clothing. after all, in his world, the (stolen) finery is a point of pride as well as a political statement, and he takes great joy in flaunting it.

at her compliment, his grin widens 'charming but cheeky' is essentially his modus operandi. ]

All's the better that we met in person, now, aren't it? [ releasing her hand, he moves to the side to open the door. ] Let's to it. After you, missy.

[ once they're inside, cassidy leads them to the bar, nudging someone else aside to make room. there's an empty table nearby they can occupy once they have their drinks. he has to raise his voice slightly above the din when he turns to her and asks, ] What be your poison?

Edited (doop doop don't mind me) 2016-06-08 00:24 (UTC)

[ To be fair, Roxy's only met a handful of people in the month or so that she's been in the city, but that doesn't make Cassidy any less interesting. It's the fact that he's relatable — in the sense that he doesn't seem as far-fetched as some of the other volunteers she's met (vampires, shadowhunters, synthezoids, etc), that it's possible only centuries separate them and not an entire universe — that makes him so intriguing.

Then again, Roxy also finds Charlie Hesketh to be a rather interesting person, but more in the sense that she's fascinated that he's managed to live twenty some-odd years without someone punching his perfect teeth in. Fortunately, her fascination with Cassidy is of an entirely different kind.

Roxy tips her head in thanks as he gets the door, stepping in and allowing him to lead only for the fact that she's never been here before and he has. She follows him easily, easing in beside him and resting her hands against the curved edge of the bar. ]

Would it be cliché, [ She starts, then realizes she's going to have to speak a bit louder. She lifts one hand from the bar, touching her fingers to the back of his bicep as she presses up onto her toes and leans in just a bit so she doesn't have to shout. ] Would it be cliché if I said a martini?

[ Roxy presses her lips together lightly and sinks back down onto flat feet, letting her fingers fall away from his arm as she tries to suppress a soft smirk. ]

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[ relatable isn't easy to come by in a place like this. the time travel concept was tricky enough to wrap his head around, but different dimensions and half-humans are ones he still struggles with. his coping method has been to take everything anyone says with a grain of salt, or to treat it like an abstraction or a tall tale. sailors love to deal in tall tales. the real challenge is when the physical evidence is right in front of his eyes. so it's a relief when he meets someone who's merely human, even if they do come from a time that's centuries past his own.

and when that mere human also happens to be an attractive woman, it's an even easier thing to digest. even if she wears blue jeans and orders drinks he'd never heard of before coming to the city.

he laughs, either in response to her question or her smirk, or both. his thoughts linger a moment too long on that casual touch. cliché. the word is about a century beyond his time, but he gained a sense of its meaning his first time in eudio. especially as it was used in reference to him. ] I reckon it might be, [ her tone told him as such, ] but the lady always gets as the lady wants.

[ he places an order for a martini and a rum and coke. even though standing at the bar would be the perfect excuse for more casual touching, cassidy takes them instead to the empty table he eyed before once their drinks are in hand. and once they each have their own, cassidy raises his glass in a toast. ]

Here's to friendship, new and old.

[ It's taken Roxy a little bit of time to adjust to the rules and the exceptions and the impossibilities of Eudio itself, but it helps that she's got an open mind, that she has friends here to keep her in check and tell her she's not off her head when she comes across something that wouldn't happen or exist in the world she comes from. It also helps that she's seen the impossible here with her own two eyes in the form of one Harry Hart - a man who should be dead, but isn't by whatever miracle (and she's glad for it).

A pirate seems far less impossible than a werewolf or a vampire or a half-angel, even if said pirate would have and should have died hundreds of years before she'd ever have the chance to meet him outside of Eudio. Or maybe she's just making an exception for him for the simple fact that he's kind and charming and admittedly handsome — it's difficult to tell.

Roxy follows him away from the bar, navigating her way around the pub's other patrons with relative ease and grace, and when they sit she accepts her drink from him with a subtle nod of thanks, her fingers fanned out under the cone of her glass. She tilts her head a little as he raises his glass and raises hers in turn, smiling a little at his toast and looking at him over their hands. ]

... I'll drink to that. Cheers.

[ She smirks, sips from her drink, and then sets it down on the table, her thumb and index lightly pinching the thin stem near the base, her other hand in her lap. She looks up, seems to study Cassidy quietly for a moment, her eyes following the glint of all of his jewelry, and then she wets her lips. ]

So - this isn't the first time you've been here. In the city, I mean - obviously not here. [ She pauses, tilts her head. ] How long were you here for last time?

[ as he tips his glass against his lips, he takes slightly more than a sip. the saccharine, faintly chemical taste of coke is one to which he's grown accustomed between this time and his first time in eudio. one of the earliest lessons a sailor learns is not to be picky about his choice of drink. the drinks he's had in this city, strange though some of them have seemed, have been by and large improvements over the drinks of his time ( which have on occasion included stale water, raw eggs, tobacco, and gunpowder ). his drinking partners here also tend to be improvements over those in his time.

he may not understand the culture surrounding the martini, but it seems to suit roxy somehow. for a brief moment, he's distracted by her fingers around the base of the glass stem. his gaze returns to her face just in time to catch the sight of her tongue between her lips. that, as it turns out, is even more of a distraction. he raises his glass once again to hide the way his mouth curves at the corners.

as he considers the answer to her question, his eyes wander to a distant corner of the pub. in light of recent events, his sense of time has become a little fuzzy. he taps his fingers on the side of his glass, counting the months, before glancing at roxy. ] Nigh half a year, if I recollect. The last weeks was spent at sea, exploring the small islands that be surrounding this one, and the like.

[ after that, it gets even fuzzier. he went to sleep one night in his small boat; the next morning he woke up on his ship. ]

Since then, seven months have came and went. It's like as I blinked, and by my blood, here I be, back in this strange place.

[ Due to her profession - her actual profession and not the one she claims and uses as a front -, Roxy's made a habit of noticing the finer details, had the practice drilled into her in the small amount of military training she went through, and then perfected it during her time in Kingsman. So the small quirk of Cassidy's lips doesn't necessarily go unnoticed, even with his drink positioned near-perfectly to hide it, but she doesn't bring attention to it either since she's not quite sure of the reason for it. But it's noted.

Her gaze drops to his fingers again as they drum lightly against the side of his glass, drawn by the movement and the dull glitter of his rings, though her distraction is very brief and she forces herself to look Cassidy in the eye when he speaks, giving him her attention. Her brows draw together slowly as more questions begin to form, but she sorts them quickly and prioritises.

Roughly six months is a fairly long time to live anywhere that's not home. To be away from people you care about, to be away from what you know. But it's not the longest she's heard of anyone being here - Eggsy's been here for a year, apparently. And though Eudio is similar to London in some ways and not similar at all in others, she's glad to have Eggsy here. One less thing to miss, one more thing to make it feel like home. Harry and Merlin help, too.

Roxy glances away briefly to collect her thoughts. ] Nearly half a year, and seven months in between then and now. And you remember all of it, while I have no recollection of anything at all of this place.

[ It's not accusatory, not (terribly) suspicious, she's just - talking out loud, voicing her intrigue and curiosity, trying to work out a reason why she can't remember anything while also trying to accept that she's never going to find a reason at all. For a girl who likes to be on top of and aware of most things, the thought is a little unsettling.

But at least she's decent at keeping most of that out of her expression.

Carefully, she reaches out, her fingers pressing lightly around his glass as she lifts it and shifts it over an inch or two onto one of the few paper coasters left scattered on the table, and says nothing of it as she draws her hand back and lets it settle at the base of her own glass. She tilts her head and presses her lips together, seeming to pause or hesitate for a moment before she asks: ]

Did you get what you wanted? When you left. Whatever it was that you asked for - did they give it to you?

◤eudio, cuddlr◢

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a-a-action? y/n

y!

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sorry for the delay, i was moving :c

no worries!! i hope the move went well c:

it was tiring! but i'm glad it's all done c:

that's good! time to celebrate ┌(・。・)┘♪

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