Intro Log: October 2014

[highseasmods]

WELCOME NEW CHARACTERS!
Have an intro log for the month of October!

Who: Any and all new characters, as well as anyone hanging out on or around Isla Empieza!
Where: Near the fountain in the town center.
When: New characters will arrive around October 10th! The log is good for as long as you need it.
What: You've just been dropped on your head in a weird new world. Time to figure out what the heck is going on!
Status: VERY OPEN.

It's cold. The day is cloudy and a chilly wind blows from the East, rattling the red and golden leaves of the forest just outside the town. There's a definite chill in the air and the residents of Empieza don't seem too happy either. Some are grumpy, others are going out of their way to be downright malicious, so be careful that the free beer isn't poisoned or the apples that are piled around in barrels don't contain anything you'd really regret eating.

The town even lends itself to a more sinister appearance with lanterns strung throughout and overhead, that at night, cast everything in an uncertain light and make the shadows seem longer and more dangerous. Ask the residents what they're for and they'll just give you a long look and say, somewhat cryptically: "You'll see."

HAVE FUN! And welcome to High Seas!

Comments

[blowfishabq]

"Far as I know, people only see the dude when they die." Jesse watched the smoke from his cigarette, the tiny hairs on the back of his neck prickling when Corvo moved his hands. A good instinct, but Jesse attributed it to the wind and took another drag on his cigarette.

"Speakin' a' which..." He paused, then shrugged slightly and continued. "You had a pretty good spread of weapons there. You interested in... enhancing any of them any?"

[aphatos]

That offer takes him back a while. A very short while, but a while none the less. This man hasn't got the same look as Peiro, far too casual and a lot less skittish, but if he's got more to offer, Corvo sees no reason not to hear him out.

"It depends on what you have in mind."

[blowfishabq]

It was hard to keep from perking up like a dog offered a treat. Not real professional.

"I'm talking explosives, yo." Jesse let out a puff of smoke. "I think I saw arrows in there? This stuff is powder, or crystal. You attach five grams to the head of an arrow, you let it fly..." He held up a hand in a fist, then let his fingers fan out. "Poof. Enough power to blow a full-grown man's head." It was really an easy sales pitch. "It blows on impact. You take a bunch and throw it? Pow. Same effect."

[aphatos]

That actually garners a look of surprise at him, which isn't an easy contortion of facial muscles on his part. He's much more used to glowering or just staring blankly ahead. Which is probably why he came off like a murderer initially. Not a false impression, but being a little less obvious about it could probably do him some good.

He considers the offer, then shrugs and shakes his head. "I'm not one for something so loud, but I will consider it once my essentials are taken care of."

Every man needs a distraction after all, and he's out of grenades and-- he takes a moment to dip a finger into each of the pouches carrying his ammo, then pulls one bolt in particular out. It's a fancy glass tube filled with a bright, glowing substance; an incendiary bolt.

"If I can find someone to make more of these."

[blowfishabq]

Jesse arched an eyebrow, finally unable to resist the urge to glance over at him. He looked over the bolt carefully.

"What does it do?" he asked a little curiously. "Me and my partner- we're chemists. More him 'n me, but I know my stuff too. If you want somebody to make stuff, then we're probably your guys."

[aphatos]

He ruminates on the word for a moment, letting 'chemist' bounce around with other things he knows. The closest he gets is that they're some sort of natural philosopher, and that's good enough for him.

"It's filled with whale oil. The substance is flammable and volatile. You fire it from a certain weapon, it shatters and ignites."

The rest doesn't really need to be dictated. Suffice to say, a direct hit means a burning, screaming person, and a charred body he has to drag into a dumpster or a dark corner. He isn't too much of a fan of the method, but there is no such thing as throwing things out when it comes to him.

[blowfishabq]

Jesse listened carefully, the cigarette burning in his fingers unattended.

"So... it's a fragile vessel filled with a combustible liquid? Sounds doable." Admittedly, he didn't know what the right kind of liquid would be off the top of his head, but he knew Walt would. And he'd know exactly how to make it, too.

But that didn't mean there wasn't a little business sense to be applied to the conversation.

"Of course, something like that's gonna require ingredients that're pretty hard to come by and ridiculously expensive here... so it wouldn't be cheap. Not impossible to make, but it would cost you."

[aphatos]

He flips the bolt delicately in his fingers so it's pointing downward, then slips it back into the pouch from where it came.

"I'm not a stranger to paying for what I need," he says, and suddenly he's almost sort of amazed at how easily he slips back into these kinds of alleyway deals. Even though most of his dealings had stayed within the loyalist, this entire situation reminds him of when he rubbed elbows with Griff for scavenged supplies.

"Though I suppose you might have to wait a while, at least until I start my life of piracy." He'd like to force an inflection like it will be something difficult, but in the face of getting home, a little thievery is not such a problem. "I'm sure I'll do well enough."

[blowfishabq]

"Well, you'd have to wait a while until it gets made, so that works well enough." Jesse frowned and tapped the ash off his cigarette. Those were expensive- and there he went, wasting it. He had gotten used to not worrying about money so much.

"If you're willing to pay, then you probably found the guy who can help you." Jesse quirked a grin. "Anyone else... you'd be outta luck."

[aphatos]

"True, enough. Not many people would have made the same decisions you have."

Those decisions being choosing to meet a total stranger (who looks slightly vagrant-esque) and deciding to actually make a business deal with them.

"It's been very helpful."

[blowfishabq]

Jesse shrugged. "I've been told I'm a little reckless." Reckless, stupid, what was the difference, really? "Glad to be of help. It's a bitch at the beginning, here. You need everything you can get."

He finished his cigarette, then ashed it out on the wall. "That's probably all the help I can give you, though. Use your journal. Get down to the harbor to get a boat."

[aphatos]

"As long as it doesn't get you killed, I'm sure you'll be fine." He could stand to be a little less blunt about it, but for now, there's little use of mincing words. Especially if they're all going to end up pirates in the end. In his limited naval experience, pirates are not the most couth of individuals.

"It's enough," he says, pushing himself off the wall and standing up a little straighter. "If you ever need something similar, feel free to look for me."

[blowfishabq]

Jesse nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, man." He straightened up himself. "I'll keep it in mind."

He looked around at the crowd, then took a step forward. "See ya around," he tossed over his shoulder with a smile before blending into the crowd- as much as an obvious pirate wearing too-big clothes could.