high_seas | Masquerade Ball - Totally not an ambush

He didn't mean anything by it, and he'd admit (to himself) that she earned it. As for the Conquest word, he doesn't mean it as badly as it might have come out.

"Not at all." He said with out thought and that might have started him. "I just wouldn't want to put a cramp in your... evening" he said as he waved a hand out, pointing a finger to a young man in a leather baboon mask giving them the eye.

Faye turned to look in the direction he was pointing, and tilted her head as she eyed the baboon man over carefully. She leaned ever so slightly towards Logan, "What do you think? Should I go swindle him of some money, or should I let you direct me towards the champagne bar?"

He should be going to scope out a few more marks. He'd caught the sent of one he wanted to keep an eye on as well but... "The night's young." He said lightly, and nodded towards the champagne bar. "You can work some money out of him later, I'm sure. That ugly mug is hard to miss."

He offered a hand to her, putting on a show of being a gent. No one can tell him he can't be well mannered now, okay?

"Or perhaps I'll try and work some money out of you..." Faye turned her back on the baboon guy and graciously took up his hand. "This ball is making a gentleman out of you..." But she'd test that theory once they got to the bar, and she'd wait and see if Logan would get a glass of champagne for her.

"Good thing I didn't bring anything with me." though if she did pat a pocket in his coat, she'd find he already lifted some things here and there. Not that she needs to know that. He flashed baboon mask a lopsided grin, a silent F.U. to him, and lead her towards the bar.

"Honestly? It's called acting. Don't get used to it. I'm itching to sink a claw or two into some of these guys faces." Not that she knows he has claws. He looked almost annoyed as they passed one guy, his nose sniffing a moment. He was distracted from Faye a moment as he glanced back towards them, watching him laugh with some other men. Yeah. That one. That one especially.

Eyes narrowed behind his mask, he looked forward again, trying not to be so noticeable. At the bar he did however get her a flute of champagne, offering it to her. "How long are you Roses staying tonight?"

"Then I have to wonder why I'm spending time with you if I've got nothing to gain." She was flirting, clearly, but it did occur to her that she was actually just hanging out with him because she liked it. There didn't even seem to be a cigar to gain this time.

"Claws, hmm? I'm thinking..bullets." She'd see what he meant later, perhaps. But she did turn slightly to see who or what had prompted that response from him.

Faye smiled widely and nodded her thanks when she took the champagne from him, "As long as we're needed. Our ship isn't nearby, though, and there are only a few of us here."

"I have to wonder the same thing, really." This is flirting, right? Maybe the smiles are. He's all clean shaven too, which is weird. Makes that smile, even under the mask, softer. Weird.

"Bullets and me, we don't get along so well." Not that he can't use guns. He's good with them, but he'd rather do things a bit more personal then that.

He picked up his own champagne again, mostly to have something in his hand. It wasn't like it would effect him any, and there were hours to go still, but he'd not over do it. SO there were a few of them here. He'd noticed other crews as well. Some people at least. Logan thought it was stupid, to invite so many people into this. It's clearly going to break into chaos later. But, that's a pirates life, huh. "Just be careful the later it gets." A small warning, but she might already know, if her captain does. "These bastards will get sloshed by the end of the night." He said, watching the Baboon masked figure stare at them from beside a pillar.

"Then it's a good job that I don't plan on shooting you, then." So far, she had no reason to, at least. Faye grinned and gave an amused shake of her head, a couple of wisps of hair coming undone from her hair style. "Don't worry, we've got things under control so I'll be staying up as long as I want." She glanced towards the baboon again and turned her shoulder towards him, "I think that monkey's taken quite a liking to you..."

"Even if you did shoot me, wouldn't do you much good." Because he'd regenerate, but that wasn't the point. "Would it?" Take that as you want. He's distracted by the masked guy too.

Taking a sip he looked away from the masked man and back to the slender form before him. "I'm hardly the one he's eyeing. He's been watching you all night."

"Not especially. I'd have to hang out with monkey man instead. Besides, I don't want to get blood on my dress." Her hand fluttered to her chest as she took another drink of champagne. It was good stuff.

"Are you sure? Should I wave to him? Invite him to join us?" Faye was no stranger to being oogled at, but this felt different, and it wasn't just the weird mask that unnerved her. Still, it really could just be some weird lonely guy.

"That would be a pity." He said, glancing to the baboon guy again, who was now looking away from them. Caught? Yes. Even if he wasn't chatting up with Faye, he'd find this guy extra creepy.

He turned a bit to look the other way, talking to her while taking a sip of champagne. "Pretty sure." After all, he spent a bit of time watching her too---god he'd never admit that. What the hell Logan. "Wanna see for sure?" He asked, nodding towards an arch way with open doors, leading off to an outdoors area.

Faye was a little more distracted by the baboon guy this time, watching him with Logan, but also sizing him up to see how much trouble he'd be if his creepy following got any worse. "His choice of mask doesn't exactly endear me to him either."

If he did ever admit that, it would definitely amuse Faye, who might even laugh - so it was a good job he hadn't been as creepy or as obvious as this guy. "Yes, let's." And she began to move off in the direction to head outside.

"I'm not sure endearment was the point of that mask." He muttered.

Well, he's not going to admit it, so it's alright. He offered her an arm as they moved. A simple nod to her as she said yes. As he moved them through the crowd, his brows darkened over his eyes under the mask. Well, if he follows, he'll regret it.

Which, indeed, the baboon mask man did follow. Logan lead the two of them to a small outdoor part, a nice bit of fresh air and all. He could smell their tail. He did nothing to keep the conversation going, just using Faye to lead the guy out here, away from others eyes...

Faye turned to Logan and moved a little closer so that she could speak with her voice lower, "Why do you think he's watching? What does he want?"

But when she moved through the crowd to outside, Faye was all big smiles, playing the part of the lady enjoying herself with a handsome gent. Once outside, Faye waited, knowing they'd been followed, but not sure what to say or do next. So she drifted away from Logan, as though she was going to look at some flowers, but behind her mask her eyes were narrowed and focused.

"Not sure." He said simply, letting her move away from him as they walked. He ducked off to the side and moved around, keeping an ear out as well as a eye.

The baboon guy slipped out father, moving towards the woman, seeing to have missed where the man went. He came up behind Faye, reaching a hand out to try and touch her hair...

When the world went out from under him. Logan came up of no where, yoinked the guy by the neck, and drew him behind a bush, dropping him swiftly and holding a fist over the mans head. The mask have askew on his head. "Convince me not to smash your face in, creep."

The guy moved, pushing his mask off his face and looked frightened, eyes wide. "I..i..I..I just.. wanted to... to ask her for a dance." He said trying to peek off at Faye.

Faye had felt something close behind her and had spun round to see what was going on. She had a small gun hidden inside her furs that she would use if she had to. But then, it was immediately obvious that she wouldn't have to, gasping as she watched Logan drag the baboon guy out of sight. My, my, wasn't this interesting?

Faye stepped over to the bush when she heard Logan's growling voice threaten the other guy - she wanted a better look after all. And actually, it was rather exciting that Logan had gone to such lengths to get baboon mask away from her. So she stood beside Logan, biting her lip as she glanced between the two men, looking the uncertain lady, "I'm not sure..." Looking more pointedly at Logan, "Can we believe him?"

He was still leaning over the guy, kneeling a bit, fist balled up and hovering. The guy shook under him. Logan got Navy off him, by smell, but more latrines and hard labor. Small time guy. When he heard Faye, he grunted, fist balling up a bit more. "Donno..."

His hand seemed flinch up more, the skin under the back of his hand moving. Three claws moved, so very slowly out, like blades sliding slowly down. Light caught on them as they went full extension, the center blade just barely digging into the mans bulbous nose. "...I'm not convinced yet."

And then, if one had good hearing, they could hear it. A soft damp sound. Logan's nose twitched and he snorted a moment later, drawing back some. He moved to stand, looking.... amused and disgusted all at once. The man had a very large wet stain growing at the front of his pants.

"How did you even get invited to a party like this, pipsqueak." He said with a gruff tone, letting his claws disappear back into his hand. He didn't like picking on weak guys and this one was pretty damn weak. Damn, he wasn't even anyone he was looking for.

The guy tried crawling back away from the man, the woman and his puddle, stammering.

Faye watched as Logan seemed to pull three blades out of nowhere. But how? She stared a little more carefully, and as the blades caught the light, she realised that they were coming actually out of his hand somehow. This time, Faye really was uncertain, but she didn't show that in front of the guy on the floor - she had to look like she knew exactly what was going on.

But then a small stream moved its way slowly towards Faye, and she opted not to hide her disgust this time as she tiptoed back slightly so it wouldn't come in contact with her shoes. Faye's attention was on Logan's hand again. She certainly wouldn't be dancing with the baboon guy now, whoever he was, disappearing away. Faye turned to face Logan, grabbed his wrist, and lifted his hand closer to her face to inspect. "There's not..even blood. How the hell did that happen?"

He let the guy go, watching him scramble off. Some low level guy more then likely not even meant to be here. Like the rest of the pirates. Thus the full mask, maybe?

He shook his head, stepping back, only to actually be startled as Faye took hold of his hand for inspection. He raised his brows, wanting to pull back and away but... letting her look. "Trick of the light. Nothing more." He lied, badly, looking at her face as she looked over the hand. More then likely just scared her off now, huh Logan.

Still holding up his hand, Faye shifted her weight onto one side, looking at him directly. "Logan, I thought you knew better than to treat me like an idiot." There was some description of tease in her voice, but part of her meant it too. Then she tugged at his wrist, moving towards a more secluded bench - out of the way of that bush and the puddle anyway.

Once they've both sat down, she looked again at his hand, a finger running over his knuckles. "Are you genetically modified or something?" It wasn't unheard of, in her future time, of people going to lengths to make weapons of themselves.

Ug, it wasn't like he hadn't explained this a few times already. It was just... the crew he was with now seemed to take it as something normal. Not something out of the ordinary at least.

He took a seat, leaning forward on one elbow to knee, while she took over his right hand. Glancing over at her he kept an eye on her reactions. "Something like that." was the simple answer he gave. It felt nice, he had to admit to himself, to have soft hands trail over his hand like that. He straightened his wrist, ad made sure her fingers were out of the way, before letting them blades slide out again. They could be seen moving under flesh until they stopped. Perfect, clean, sharp. There was blood, around where they came out, but it cleared up alsmot instantly. "Modification added to a mutation." He clarified.

She hadn't gotten up to run away yet. That was a plus.

Faye watched carefully as the blades extended, frowning while she tried to figure this all out. The blades looked so perfect and shiny that she wanted to touch them, but they also looked ridiculously sharp, so she kept her hand away for now. "Does it hurt? Bringing them out and back in through your skin like that?" Looked pretty damn painful to her.

"Added to a mutation?" Faye looked up at him for a moment, again like she's patiently trying to understand this. She'd been through her own scientific experiments after all.

"Every time." He said simply, his general answer to that question. He got it often enough at least. The last person to ask was Zoro. He flexed his fingers under her hands, tilting the hand a bit so she could see them from top and sides. He moved his fingers to prove he could, and now that they were fully extended he could bend his wrist, something he can't do when they are sliding out of his arm in the first place.

A small humm of a yes though, at her mutation question. Generally he was silent about these things, but lately? Well, it didn't matter, did it? Here it made him better then others. Stronger in some ways. "Apparently I do this naturally. The military just decided to graft metal to my bones." All of them.

"Hmm... But they're fully controlled by you? They don't just appear when you're pissed off at a creepy guy in a baboon mask, for example?" Her attention moved slowly from his hand, and back up to him. In all, these blade things seemed pretty cool, but that sucked if they hurt everytime he used them. "If it hurts right now, you can put them back."

Faye frowned though when he answered her question, "Shit, are you serious?" It sounded amazing, actually, but she wasn't so sure the story behind it was. "What was this? Some kind of experiment? Did you ask for that? Is it... did it work out?" So many questions, but she seemed quite irrate of the possibility that someone would just have that done to them.

He gave her a bit of a smile. It always amused him with a woman was worried about him hurting himself. "They're already healed." He said, but let them slide back into his hand anyhow. Once the points went back in, he help her fist up to her, letting his hands relax as three little cuts slowly healed up. Not as fast as they should, because for some reason it was slower here, but it still healed up.

WHY he opened this can of worms, he didn't know. He sat up straighter, eyes glancing off out at the garden. The party could be heard in the background, in the distance. He could make excuse to go back to that. He needed to scope out a few more people after all. But, he shrugged a single shoulder. "I don't remember exactly." And he knows that sounds like he's trying to curb the question, so he adds, while glancing to her. "Memory issues. Nothing to worry about though. The military back home did shit like that."

Masquerade Ball - Totally not an ambush

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