Looking for Crew (in all the wrong places)

[touchofcashmere]

Type: video
Sender ID: GentlemanPirate
To: Public
Subject: Crew!
Warnings: Stede

[the video is blurry and out of focus and cuts off the top half his face so only his nose and mouth and chin are in view. He's also speaking very loud because he has no idea how this works and volume can't hurt]

Hi all!

My name is Stede Bonnet, Gentleman Pirate. I'm sure some of you may know me, but if you don't you soon will! I'm currently looking for crew to sail together and have many adventures while we're here. Duties include looking after one another, talking it through, mending experience a plus but not necessary and someone to take notes. If you're interested, or know me! Please reply as soon as you can.


Also if anyone has seen Blackbeard or a tall man named Ed with long salt and pepper hair that is incredibly handsome and charming and probably the most amazing man I've ever known, please let me know.

And...if you're here, Ed, if you can hear me... [his voice breaks and he clears his throat] I've got some things to say to you as well. Starting with... I'm sorry.

Comments

rofl I read that as you're my love interest and I was like: Get in line

[touchofcashmere]

He really does. First time I met him I'd been gut stabbed by some Spaniards and looked up and there he was as if he'd just arrived in a wall of fire. [all dark and mysterious, smoke wreathed and swathed in leather. Why had it taken him so long to even get the courage to say how he felt?]

Excellent. And sure! Bring anyone you like! The more the merrier! We've still got to put some things in place like a ship and supplies but we'll manage somehow. [how he doesn't know, but that's for later]

lmfao he's got a blond *they were war buddies* and so on - not on good terms these days tho

[gr1m]

Risked setting his beard on fire quite a bit from those stunts. [Still, dramatic knows dramatic an the lengths gone to.

Chin still rested on a hand, a low sort of hissed noise just in his throat. Thoughtful? Yeah, go with that.]

The Corsair make a game of who can steal a ship and keep it for the longest- but if you want to go that way there is still the time of planning and picking the ship you want. Other ways as well, I'm sure. [Corsair know how to have 'fun'.] If she shows interest, you'll know.

[touchofcashmere]

He's amazing like that. [happy sigh]

Stealing a ship should be easy enough. [how hard can it be?] Excellent. Glad to have you aboard. Let's find somewhere we can meet and then make our plans.

Are you ready for a life of adventure?

[gr1m]

I'm sure. [That storied history of Edward "Blackbeard" Teach, after all.

... honestly, this could be funny if this was some actual Stede Bonnet. Well, fun and funny; enough to keep him entertained outside of his usual habits. Really, he would have to tell Sombra about this one if she hadn't stumbled across him yet.]

More so if you enjoy how the Corsair view it- they do make a game of it, truly. As they make a game of quite a bit of stealing things, and sneaking about. The Paladin however- well, I can tell you about what's been going on lately there if you're interested.

Where are you currently? I would assume you're on Avaleci still.

[Oh, that rasped chuckle that nearly sounded painful to make-]

Oh, I've always been ready.

sorry this is late and feel free to abandon this idea XD or hit me up on discord or plurk

[touchofcashmere]

I'm quite good at games actually. Play a mean game of bridge, and you wouldn't want to get between me and a croquet mallet.

[he can be very determined when he wants to]

Yes, I believe so. Not well acquainted with the terrain unfortunately. Right now I'm...indoors. At some sort of inn, I believe?

Life be like that sometimes! Can hit you up on discord through the game one if wanted?

[gr1m]

Not quite games like that, but you've got the spirit since that's essentially how its viewed. Getting caught just means some public humiliation, mostly.

[Mostly.

Ah, the inn at the place. Not too much effort since he was just in the area enjoying the hot springs not that long ago.]

I'm in the area. Should be a bar-like area in it, can meet you there.

sure! or at Tresdem

[touchofcashmere]

Well, I'm used to that. [it almost doesn't even sting anymore]

I'll be there with bells on. Ah...you wouldn't be able to pick up the tab, would you? Haven't eaten in a bit. [chuckle]

[gr1m]

Like I said, I'll give you more important details in person. Don't enjoy giving them over phones. [Was also a good excuse to see someone in person and get a better feel for just who they were. Reaper was far better at reading people than he would ever admit to, seeing how they ticked and the fastest way to press buttons if there was ever a need for it.

He delighted in his abilities to get under people's skin after all, could show who someone really was if ever necessary.]

Sure, new arrival and likely haven't eaten yet.

[Not like he did much more than pick up the odd thing here and there and otherwise just kept his coins.]

[touchofcashmere]

Not much I'm afraid no. I'll see you there then. [and...he is waiting there, somewhat anxiously, twiddling his thumbs. Usually he likes to have more of a set up, more a of a presentation, but these days he has less than even the nothing that he had, so sitting, waiting, and trying not to look off kilter is the best that he can manage.]

to Action!

[gr1m]

I'll be there soon enough.

[Along with a brief conversation with someone else while Reaper made his way to the bar, shellphone slipped away long before he walked in. Boot falls purposefully loud enough to be heard once he passed through the doors, the long tails of his hooded coat swept behind him as the entrance was purposeful- even as shadows seemed to slither from various corners to join with his own underfoot.

Taking a seat beside Stede easily enough, hood remaining up and mask on, the claw like metal wrappings around fingers tapping to get attention so a food and drink order could be taken. A gesture towards Stede, head tipped to one side.]

Go ahead, we can talk while we're waiting for your order. I'll just have a glass of whisky.

[A man of confidence, knowing exactly he could back it up and then some.]

/o/

[touchofcashmere]

[the purposeful stride and the general feeling of attention gets his heart going, but it sinks again as he sees, well-- not who he wanted to see exactly. Still he tries not to look too disappointed]

Well, I appreciate it. [he does order a bit of a large dinner, such as it is, he's getting used to a sort of downgraded meal plan, before turning his attention to his new crew member]

You're much more intimidating in real life, I have to say. Of course some wear overt intimidation well and others have a more subtle approach.

ᓚᘏᗢ

[gr1m]

[Reaper leaned back as legs crossed, making himself comfortable. A bit of black smoke curled from the sides of that mask he wore, drifting a bit in the air.

The larger dinner order doesn't really bother him. Honestly, the only thing he really spent any of his money on was various fabrics and the like when an idea struck him. All to keep hands busy whenever he wasn't out and about.] Better to enjoy when not out at sea, mm?

I'm used to looming, and it's why most of my employers would keep me on standby within meeting rooms when they felt the need. Can go unnoticed completely when I want to.

[touchofcashmere]

Yes, well, you're very good at it. hard to believe you'd go unnoticed. You're a very striking man. I love the mask. [at least he hopes it's a mask]

Do you have many credentials as a first mate?

[gr1m]

I'm good at my job- I've quite a few tricks up my sleeve, along with experience of going unnoticed when needed. [A claw lightly tapped against that mask of his.] It's improved from the initial versions of it. Does the job, leaves a hell of an impression.

[And it could chill some to the bone in the right circumstances; loved that for himself, even if he'd never say it out loud.

Shoulders rolled.]

Over thirty years of military experience, commander of a few different groups. I'm also a strategist with a large number of battles under my belt, more wins than losses. [There was no bragging to the tone, clearly stating facts. He was a hell of a strategist, a reason his higher ups couldn't get rid of him despite wanting to due to the fact he would argue when he knew he was right and question them to no end.

He knew how to get a job done, no matter what it took.]

[touchofcashmere]

Alright, those are all excellent attributes. [he can work with those, though he hopes it's not going to be too serious because one Izzy Hands is one Izzy Hands too many]

And what are your own personal goals? Ambitious? Dreams? What's one thing you've wanted to do but have never done?

[gr1m]

[Hell of a career, that was for sure. Some regrets, but that was what hard choices were at times. Better to make them himself than leave it up to those it would crush to a point of breaking. Then again, he knew very well his position back home so he could play those cards.

There was a chuckle, created a little more of that black 'smoke' to curl from the sides of his mask.]

Play outside of the rulebook, for one. Better to keep people guessing, don't you think? [Oh, he wasn't going to admit to the truth of much behind what he did, of course.] Freedom, and the chance to live that life.

Not much I haven't done by my age. Did once live in the city where some run off to have their dreams come true, after all.