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stupendouslyblue · 5 years ago

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Wild Sky: Raid in the Casino 3

The pirate was carelessly shooing at the floating clothes with one hand while the other made a motion for his side arm. His captain would be most displeased if he didn't deliver the pretty pocket watch he kept in his breast pocket. Although what they were doing here was wrong...it also wasn't wrong, sort of. One of the fellow pirates stupidly traded the captain's timepiece for money to gamble at this establishment. So the mission was to sneak in here and steal it from the stranger that idiot sold it to.

Before he could do anything, he was tackled by the pink haired man that had been following him this whole time. Ary had come too far for this mission to go up in flames! All of his weight was thrown at the enemy, knocking him on his back with the fae landing on top. The next few moments was a whole lot of rolling across the floor while wrestling one another for a chance to pin down the other. In the end, Aryeh managed to flip him onto his front and pin an arm to his back. For good measure, he took a seat on the other's lower back. The pirate, of course, was persistently struggling in an effort to throw his captor off of him.

"Le' me go, you pretty boy! LE' ME--AGH!" His angry yelling was interrupted by a scoff followed by a hand pressing to the back of his head to knock his forehead to the floor. Then a fistful of hair was tilting the prisoner's head up so he'd be forced to make eye contact with the invisible girl close by them.

Skie's flesh soon became visible again and she huffed. Attempting to turn invisible was an exhausting spell and it was not always going to be a success. She had taxed herself so much, that several standards of her hair had turned silver. If she wasn't more careful in the future, she might wind up looking like one of the magi that she used as a mentor.

"Alright Buck." Skie said, wiping some sweat off of her brow. "We know why you are here. Your boss can't stay hidden forever. I don't work for the Category, but I sure do love the pay they give me. Now. We can do the whole good cop, bad cop thing. However, as you can plainly see. Neither Pinkie nor I are, as you can guess....Good cops."

She then squatted down and then gave the subdued pirate a shit eating grin. "So gives us the info we want and you might just come out of here with most of your bones in tact."

With nothing more to scout for, Mel was in a hurry to rejoin his allies. Serious determination was on his face while he ran with a hand on his sword, scoping for suspicions on his way to the given location.

Meanwhile, Arryeh was grinning cheekily at the pirate he'd managed to pin down. The man's refusal to talk eared him a harsh tug to the back of the head, causing him to howl angrily at the hair pulling. Just as a swear word was about to erupt, all were interrupted by the loudness of the doors being forced open.

Arriving in the doorway was none other than Medus Tenpenny. With the brawn of his chest sticking out proudly, and his chin pompously pointing towards the ceiling, he laid his ocean colored irises on the three people in his sights. They glistened with mischief, complimenting the roguish smirk that settled on his handsome face. He looked so clean and proper, yet so much like a scoundrel as well. With a dramatic flap of his cape, he was entering the scene with a militaristic look to his posture.

A gloved hand smoothed a wrinkle from his crimson jacket as his boots thudded against the floor. "Hmpf. That is quite enough, you ruffians," he casually insisted with a dismissive gesture. Arryeh replied with a stern look, despite the light redness filling his cheeks as the Pirate King got closer to them. "Seriously," Medus sighed out, touching a finger to his forehead to express frustration. "You do not want me to raise my voice." Eyebrows risen, he gave the pink haired man a moment to get off their prisoner. Not without grumbling to himself, clearly displeased that their mission was being interfered with. "Ah yes, good. Very good indeed," Medus said with a haughty chuckle, sending both hands behind his back to intertwine the fingers.

Getting a look at Skie, he couldn't help but scoff. "Hello, ragamuffin," he greeted with mock delight, returning his nose to the air as a show of disinterest. He'd promised to stop calling her that when she finally started dressing more ladylike. Also, he simply enjoyed the immature exchanges they had. When his lips parted to say something, he slightly jumped as Mel came rushing to the scene, putting himself between Skie and Medus. He stood at his full height in an attempt to look intimidating, eyes growing fiercer as he warned Medus with a lowly spoken: "Don't."

The pirate king blinked and then giggled in a condescending way, lowering a hand to pat the bodyguard on the head. Mel snarled and shut one eye, somewhat wishing he was the sort to punch someone for insulting him. But, he simply wasn't.

Skie was going to start a fight against Medus. His water magic was not as powerful as some of the archaic spells that she had been studying. Though, she knew that using such magic in public was bound to cause even more of a backlash against her. It was a good thing that Mel showed up when he did. Skie was a hothead and he was like the water that simmered her fires into ash.

“Thanks Mel.” She said as she patted her guard on the shoulder. The young woman then crossed her arms and then stuck her tongue out at Medus.

“You sure have balls, coming into Zeledin City when there’s a warrant for your arrest. Are you finally getting bored with just controlling Azar and want to start a scuffle here? My brother would be more than thrilled to take down the biggest scourge to the region.” Skie retorted safely behind Mel.

This wasn’t the first time that she had encountered Medus. Skie and her team had been paid several hundred guild currency for any information that they could get on his crew of pirates. Officially, the police had no legal right to send their military onto the island of Azar, so using non-government agencies was the only way they could spy on the workings of the Yellow Brother Syndicate.

She then lowered her goggles to cover her yellow eyes once again. “I’m not going to dress as a preppy officer in the navy. Ain’t that why you’re paired with that blond haired first mate of yours?” Skie was referring to Naomi, Medus’ second in command. It didn’t seem that she came with him this time around, which was curious to Skie. “This jacket belonged to my father, whom you might remember as one of the greatest heroes of these lands. So, there’s no way I am not going to wear it.

Medus pointed a gloved index finger towards himself while making an innocent expression, over-dramatizing how pleased he was to be called the biggest scourge in the region. Then he lowered his hand to place it over the brawn of his chest. "You flatter me, my dear," the pirate king commented arrogantly. It was quite difficult to insult him. Skie was just the same, which could be as entertaining as it was frustrating.

Meanwhile, Mel was trying to not let any of his inner worries rise to the surface. That would compromise the stern expression he was maintaining in an effort to look intimidating. Such was the nature of a bodyguard, after all. Nothing could quiet the concerns relating to Skie's banter with Medus, though. From time to time, her sassiness got them into needless trouble.

He chuckled at the tease towards his second-in-command. Naomi's professionalism was admirable, but it wasn't just because she had a uniform appearance. "If only you'd follow her example," Medus said with a click of his tongue, flashing a roguish grin at Mel to unnerve him. Seconds later he turned away, looking around the entrance of the casino. The place was somewhat messy. "Adorable," was the snarky response he had for her sentimental jacket. Attention went to the doorway he'd come into. The pirate king would be making his exit quite shortly.

"Now, there's no need to call brother dearest about the big scary pirate ruining your mission," he began to say while waving his hand about dismissively, taking a couple of steps backwards. "And there's no need for me to humiliate you more than I already have, so--" Mischief glimmered in his eyes as he tipped his hat. "Until next time."

#muse: skie #not a rp post

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