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 Shit, Let's Be Pirates, [Marcus, Invite]
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 Posted: Apr 8 2015, 09:56 PM
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It kind of reminded him of Lindblum. Hustle and bustle, conversation buzzing like a pleasantly familiar white noise even if all the names and some of the subjects were wholly unfamiliar to him. Drifting through the city Blank couldn't help that his thieving instincts kicked in. A coin here, a coin there. As the young man unintentionally headed for the port he quickly filled his pockets with the local currency, which was a relatively smart idea even if the way he did it was a smidge against the rules. Or entirely against the rules, who here was splitting hairs?

Slowly conversation died down, the crowds got thinner and thinner, and then the loudest sound was the water splashing against the docks. Every so often Blank would see some interestingly dressed sailors rushing by, shouting orders and looking like they were about to go fight some big war. Wars didn't seem like they happened here, at least not to Blank. Confusing as the big bad leaders seemed to be there wasn't any overwhelming opposition with a great military force on the way. That could have been because of their navy though constantly rushing around and squashing any power that looked like it could shake a stick.

Hopefully if any big war actually broke out here he'd be long gone. Watching as powers clashed wasn't Blank's style and heaven knows he'd seen enough for a lifetime. Rebuilding was taxing, seeing familiar names on graves was taxing. Even just the memories were too much to consider sometimes. At least back then Blank had his buddies in Tantalus around, though they hadn't had him around for... a while. Whatever, his limbs felt stiff just thinking about it. Stretching as he walked down a dock he thought about what he'd do now.

New location, nothing but stolen change in his pockets. Brow furrowed a little he settled down on the edge of the docks and looked over all of the ships. Blank missed the Prima Vista and putting on plays with the gang. The idea of having no clue how to get back to that and having to deal with being here would have been so much easier to swallow if he at least had some clue what to do in the meantime. If he could gather up enough money he could try to get his own ship, sail the seas and act like some kind of pirate. Maybe if Blank was lucky he'd run into like-minded individuals or, if he was impossibly lucky, some of the Tantalus crew again. With a big sigh he fell back, feet dangling over the dock and face skyward.

Images of flying airships danced in his mind, clips of plays rumbling about on the tip of his tongue. Slowly Blank let his eyes closed and he considered his options. It almost felt like he was back home, shirking some responsibilities while taking a nap on the pier. That was a pleasant thought to him. Hell, it wasn't even that Blank was always shirking his responsibilities when he did that, he sometimes went out of the way to practice his lines where he knew he wouldn't be disturbed. Like an incantation to take him to the familiar, Blank mumbled, "We shall back thee, Kinsman!"
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