* the rain can't stop us | algy

[aislinn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; padding: 30px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/jjzs9.png); border-left: #ffcccc solid 10px;][STYLE= color: #ffcccc; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; line-height: 70%; text-shadow: 1px 0px 2px #7C7C7C;]there's a corner of your heart, for me[/style][STYLE= background: #F0F0F0; width: 340px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #999999; padding: 10px; border-left: #ffcccc 10px solid;] It had rained nearly the entire day, ruining any plans for the crew to leave, so the captain left them to their own devices. Generally, Aislinn took the opportunity to run about and beat someone up, but today was different. The rain had quite honestly ruined her day, leaving her feeling damp, cold, and utterly under the weather. The lanky blonde wouldn't have loved anything more than a cup of hot chocolate from Crème de Cacao, but that was a boat ride away and she was far from willing to bother Jericho. So instead, she went to the next best person. Algy. He had been beneath deck, reassembling his weapon when she ran down the steps. A large smile touched her lips and she immediately felt her spirits lighten a bit with his presence. If anything, he was her source of calm. She scurried over to him and dropped down to the floor so she could peer up at him from the edge of the table. Huge blue eyes batted their lashes at him, while her lips formed into a pout. It didn't take long for their eyes to meet, and when they did, she jumped to her feet and practically shouted, "Can we go out an' do somethin'? I'm dyin' in here and the boss man said we co~ould." The last word was a bit drawn out and whiny, but Aislinn seemed to retreat to childhood a bit around her best friend. But it was really only temporary, because they were also often seen arguing about the silliest of things. So, there she stood, hands in the air, staring down at the other, an expectant look on her face. But the moment seemed to pass and the expectancy turned to determination. Her hands wrapped firmly around his arm and she pulled him out of his chair with only the slightest bit of struggle. Had his weapon not been ready, the story may have been different, but he finally obliged and she turned on heel and half-dragged him up the steps, her impatience getting the better of her. Above deck, the rain had subsided for the time being and blue hues squinted, searching out the horizon. Dark clouds swirled in the sky, signalling more rain to come. Sighing, she stepped onto the deck and released her friend's hand. "Algy, I think we should go to the market," she started, tearing her eyes from the clouds to look back at him. A smile danced on her lips as she continued, "I'm feelin' for some people-watchin'. And as much as you'd rather stay here and be a weirdo, you're coming with." Her words were sharp and a bit rude for most people's liking, but she said it with a smile, so it was supposed to make things better. No one had ever bothered to tell her that no matter how wide she smiled, it didn't make up for her rude mouth. She spun around and danced toward the exit, hopping onto the dock. As she continued to half walk, half dance across the dock, she couldn't help but steal a look behind her and poke her tongue out at the gentleman she'd dragged along. Aislinn didn't always do this sort of thing, but she felt she needed him today. She slowed her pace so he could catch up, reaching out to him. "If you don' hurry your slow ass up, good sir, we will be poured on. And you know that I melt." [/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i891.photobucket.com/albums/ac113/Onigiri_Iconz/VOCALOID/Kagamine%20Rin/127.png); border: #FFcccc solid 10px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i891.photobucket.com/albums/ac113/Onigiri_Iconz/VOCALOID/Kagamine%20Rin/127.png); border: #FFcccc solid 10px; margin-left: 05px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i891.photobucket.com/albums/ac113/Onigiri_Iconz/VOCALOID/Kagamine%20Rin/127.png); border: #FFcccc solid 10px; margin-left: 05px; margin-top: 10px;][/style]

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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px] [style=height: 30px; width: 300px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase]keep calm [/style][style=width: 300px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); background-repeat: repeat][style=float: left; height: 3px; width: 290px; background-color: 0095A5; margin-top: 30px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid 0095A5; margin-top: -20px][/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: 141414; text-align: justify; padding: 60 10 20 10] Algador “Algy” Templeton arched an eyebrow at his strange friend. Having been dragged from the ship where he was enjoying his evening in peace and quiet, he wouldn’t have minded a few moments to look at the vessels in port. However, it seemed that Aislinn wasn’t willing to allow him that. With a sigh, he picked up his pace, catching up to the blonde girl. “Very well, miss, but only since I’m no great fan of rain either.” It didn’t take long to reach the market square. No sooner had they arrived than Aislinn grabbed him by the arm and dragged him off towards the numerous stalls. Algy watched, amused, as she pawed at the clothes and jewelry on display. Despite having known each other for years, Aislinn’s childlike antics never ceased to amuse him. The young man’s smile faded a notch. Despite her childishness now, he remembered all too well how quickly her manner could change. “Although,” he muttered to himself, “as long as she’s admiring all this guff in the stalls, she should stay nice and calm.” A few shoppers gave him sidelong glances at that, although he couldn’t be sure if it was because he was talking to himself or due to his affected accent. He was jerked from his thoughts as Aislinn seized his arm again, dragging him to a stall displaying a wide variety of necklaces. Algy couldn’t help rolling his eyes. “Enjoying yourself, m’gel?” She smiled back at him, then rushed off to the next stall. Surprised that he hadn’t been dragged along this time, Algy wandered through the stalls to the buildings lining the square. He paused briefly in front of the Smithy, examining the weapons on display. He regarded the swords and spears with disinterest, focusing on the firearms, but was disappointed to note that they were few and lacking in quality. “Must’ve sold all the quality goods. Pity.” Algy walked away from the store, towards a narrow street leading away from the hubbub of the market. The word ‘Tavern’ leapt out at him from a sign not far down the alley. A grin spread across his face. “Finally, something to make this little adventure worthwhile. Been ages since I had a bally drink.” He looked back to the market, spotting Aislinn still at the stalls. “Oi!” he called. “Ais! I’m going to get a bally drink. Care to accompany me?”[/style][/style] [style=height: 30; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -7px]and carry on [/style]

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[aislinn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; padding: 30px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/jjzs9.png); border-left: #ffcccc solid 10px;][STYLE= color: #ffcccc; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; line-height: 70%; text-shadow: 1px 0px 2px #7C7C7C;]there's a corner of your heart, for me[/style][STYLE= background: #F0F0F0; width: 340px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #999999; padding: 10px; border-left: #ffcccc 10px solid;] Aislinn was indeed enjoying herself. More than she probably should have been, but she didn't care. She had her best friend with her, what could go wrong? That was, until her bastard of a best friend mentioned getting a drink. Aislinn, who had been looking at a few interesting knick knacks, stopped in her tracks. Her entire aura seemed to darken as she turned to face her friend, eyes glinting. Did he say what she think he said? As she stared him down, she imagined letting loose her power, but decided she wouldn't do that in case people looked at her funny. Instead, she started toward him, fist clenched. "What the fuck did you just say? Get a drink? Seriously, Algy? Seriously? I thought you knew me well enough to know how much I hate alcohol." She was speaking softly, but it came out a bit like a whiney disappointed tone. She let her blue gaze stare up at him for a long moment, willing him to change his mind. But, Aislinn knew that she wouldn't be able to. So, she finally gave up and heaved a huge sigh. "Whatever. Lets go. I'm sick of looking at this junk anyhow. None of it is worth my time," she muttered, grabbing his arm and slinking toward the bar. "I can't believe you sometimes," she continued to mutter, marching forward without a care. Aislinn Last shouldn't have been so rude to Algy, but something about alcohol always set her off. It could have been because when she was a few hundred years younger, her main source of comfort had been a bottle. But that was a very long time ago. And she wasn't sure she cared enough to bother thinking about it. Instead, she focused on her walking, until the shine of some metal thing caught her eye. The half-breed stopped short and released the male, in awe at the object. She walked a few short meters to it and lifted it, practically drooling at the sight. What was it? Well, it was a sword of course. What else would it have been? The only things she ever drooled over were sharp objects that could draw blood. Drawing blood. A funny look came over her face and she reached a finger out to the sword's point. She touched it lightly and waited. But, it didn't seem to be sharp enough, since it didn't draw any blood. Sighing, a bit defeated, the fae looked at the dealer. "So...you sell your customers dull swords? What kind of blacksmith does that shit?" Her tone, now, was irritated. She threw the sword down with so much force, it clattered to the ground and it broke at the hilt. The blonde didn't even care. She was fuming. And, it gave her a reason to go to the bloody bar. She glared at the shopkeeper for a moment before turning on heel, nose in the air. She marched off, not giving two shits about anyone who decided to gawk at her. Her mind was set on the bar, and it seemed as though no one could stop her now. ooc. |: this is fuckin' horrible, babes. i apologize.[/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i891.photobucket.com/albums/ac113/Onigiri_Iconz/VOCALOID/Kagamine%20Rin/127.png); border: #FFcccc solid 10px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i891.photobucket.com/albums/ac113/Onigiri_Iconz/VOCALOID/Kagamine%20Rin/127.png); border: #FFcccc solid 10px; margin-left: 05px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i891.photobucket.com/albums/ac113/Onigiri_Iconz/VOCALOID/Kagamine%20Rin/127.png); border: #FFcccc solid 10px; margin-left: 05px; margin-top: 10px;][/style]

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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px] [style=height: 30px; width: 300px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase]keep calm [/style][style=width: 300px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); background-repeat: repeat][style=float: left; height: 3px; width: 290px; background-color: 0095A5; margin-top: 30px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid 0095A5; margin-top: -20px][/style][style=width: 170px; height: 50px; font-family: verdana; color: 000000; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px]word count 413 tagged Aislinn =P notes A bit short, I know.[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: 141414; text-align: justify; padding: 60 10 20 10]Algy raised an eyebrow at the girl’s antics. He was used to her being moody, but not quite this moody. He watched as she stalked off towards the tavern, then turned to the blacksmith, who was positively fuming. “Terribly sorry, sah. She’s a bit of a wild one.” Algy placed a few coins in the man’s hand. “This should pay for that, what?” The smithy still looked unamused. Algy saw his eyes dart towards a nearby guard. The young man took the hint. “Well, I’ll be off then. Cheerio.” He beat a hasty retreat down the road after his companion, muttering to himself. “Honestly, the trouble we get into thanks to her temper...always seems to come out of my pocket too. Hope I’ve got enough left for at least one bally ale.” Catching up with Aislinn, he looked sidelong at her. “You seem a tad on edge. Something bothering you, miss?” No answer. Her expression didn’t even change. Algy sighed. “Come on, Ais. You don’t usually vandalise people’s property.” He grimaced. “No, you either snog them or flay them alive. No bally middle ground, what?” Algy tossed her a wink to show that he was joking, but in truth, he wasn’t. Her mood swings and penchant for violence had often gotten them into trouble. Although, to be fair, it had just as often saved their lives. Algy pulled his remaining coin from his pocket, counting it out. “Well, I have enough here for a few drinks. First round’s on me, what?” Stopping at the door, Algy looked the tavern over. “Hmm. Seems sufficiently rough and ready.” He waved an arm towards the door. “After you, miss Aislinn.” “Stop right there, girlie!” Algy turned to the source of the yell. Four large, dirty-looking, and well-armed men stood a few feet away. Their leader pointed a beefy finger at Algy. “Leave, fancypants. Our business is with the girl.” Algy’s protective instincts flared up. He moved between Aislinn and the men, hand resting on the grip of his pistol. He sneered at the group. “Is it, now? Well, if it concerns my friend here, then you bet your life it concerns me. Now speak your piece.” The lead thug gave a crooked grin. “Well, if you wanna die with her, fancypants, then that’s your choice.” Algy looked wildly around, but there wasn’t a guard in sight. He gripped his pistol, silently lamenting that he now certainly wouldn’t get that drink he’d been looking forward to. [/style][/style] [style=height: 30; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -7px]and carry on [/style]

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[aislinn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; padding: 30px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/jjzs9.png); border-left: #ffcccc solid 10px;][STYLE= color: #ffcccc; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20px; text-align: center; line-height: 70%; text-shadow: 1px 0px 2px #7C7C7C;]there's a corner of your heart, for me[/style][STYLE= background: #F0F0F0; width: 340px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #999999; padding: 10px; border-left: #ffcccc 10px solid;] Aislinn had turned around when the voices called for her. Calling her girly. Girly? Aislinn did recall that she was the least bit ladylike. Turning slowly, the blonde caught Algy defending her, as if he was going to take the men on alone. There were four in total, obviously some sort of lowborn tyrants. She eyed them all curiously as they had at it with her best friend before a grin touched her lips. She stepped in front of her friend and clicked her tongue. "You can call me names all you like, but if you ever call'm fancypants again, I'll rip your heads off and shove them cleanly up yer asses. Now what business do you have with me?" she spat, blue eyes icing over. She was posed in a relaxed stance, seeming nonthreatening, but it was a look that could deceive. Algy knew that from past experience. As the men roared their response, the woman heard none of it. Her gaze had focused on their weapons, inspecting them for a long moment before turning her burning gaze onto the first. He dropped like a fly, screaming in agony. His eyes tried to tear away from hers, but it didn't work. He pissed himself before she let him free of that death glare. The others were looking at their friend like he'd lost his mind. Who were they? Humans, obviously. But...who? Aislinn smiled faintly and said, Your friend seems to have lost his mind. Mayhaps you should assist him." The largest one let out a roar and charged her. But he was slow. Too slow. The blonde moved out of the way, taking Algy with her. The man crashed into the side of a nearby building. "Aren't ya gonna tell me why yer after me? I haven't seen you before." A bald one let out a hyena-like cackle and spat at her. His eyes were wild, but she could sense his fear all the same. He didn't answer her, though. And that kind of pissed her off. She touched the hilt of her weapon lightly, as if it were nothing but a delicate flower. Finally, the most normal of them all, the one she took for their leader, stepped forward with a cruel gaze and said, "Well, blondie, it would seem that you are wanted by our leader. He spotted you a bit earlier in the market and demanded we bring you to him. And so, that is what we will do. He didn't seem too pleased with your sudden appearance on his lands." To that, Aislinn raised a brow. Last she knew, the market was free to roam. It didn't belong to a single soul. Gangs and pirates didn't dare try to claim it. So why this man? Who was he? "And his name?" she inquired, crossing her arms over her chest. Her thoughts were, if she knew the man, she'd probably done some sort of horrible thing to him. He couldn't have been human, unlike his little leeches. Or else he'd have been dead. The one who'd last spoken cleared his throat, and said in a hushed tone, "We're not supposed to say his name." His tone was a bit more afraid that it should have been. The bald man cackled again and smashed his fists together before asking if he could have a go at the little wench. Aislinn didn't like that idea muchly and turned to Algy. "It seems we have a date with an unknown gentleman. Shall we be escorted to him or should we cause a scene on the streets?" Not that Aislinn Last was going to listen to her truest friend. He was a just man, for good measure. He kept her in line when she needed keeping in line, but their lives were at stake. She drew her sword slowly, like she was pulling silk from a trunk of treasures. The cutlass was beautiful, yet deadly. She ran her fingers down the flat bit of it and grinned. "I've decided that I don' much like you men and I don' much like yer boss. And so'm not going with you. And neither is my friend here. So you have two choices. Run off or die." She slashed through the air on the last word. And just as quick, they were on her. But the fight didn't seem to last long at all. No, Aislinn was a bit wiser than her frail appearance gave away. She used sword and fire to ward them off, slashing, burning as she went. The first man to die was the large, bald one. Her sword sliced through his skin like it was cutting through butter. His blood flowed from him too quickly and he died before he hit the ground. The next died by her fire. She'd grabbed him by the neck and the flames licked at his soul. She could feel them burning their way through him until he choked on the fire and died. The last two died by her sword and when the fight was over, Aislinn drew out a kerchief, wiped her blade clean, and returned it to it's sheath. A grin was upon her face and she looked at Algy. "So how's 'bout we get that drink you were wantin'?" [/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i891.photobucket.com/albums/ac113/Onigiri_Iconz/VOCALOID/Kagamine%20Rin/127.png); border: #FFcccc solid 10px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i891.photobucket.com/albums/ac113/Onigiri_Iconz/VOCALOID/Kagamine%20Rin/127.png); border: #FFcccc solid 10px; margin-left: 05px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i891.photobucket.com/albums/ac113/Onigiri_Iconz/VOCALOID/Kagamine%20Rin/127.png); border: #FFcccc solid 10px; margin-left: 05px; margin-top: 10px;][/style]

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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px] [style=height: 30px; width: 300px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase]keep calm [/style][style=width: 300px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/iL3kn.jpg); background-repeat: repeat][style=float: left; height: 3px; width: 290px; background-color: 0095A5; margin-top: 30px][/style][style=height: 100px; width: 100px; float: right; margin-right: 10px; border: 2px solid 0095A5; margin-top: -20px][/style][style=width: 170px; height: 50px; font-family: verdana; color: 000000; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px]word count 218 tagged Aislinn. notes Muh.[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: 141414; text-align: justify; padding: 60 10 20 10]To say that Algy’s ego was wounded would be a gross understatement. Algy had hardly even drawn his pistol before the fight was finished. Of course, with Aislinn around, their easy victory was no surprise. Still, the young man felt a bit cheated. He put away his pistol, albeit reluctantly. “Bloody hell, Ais. Couldn’t even let me have one of the blighters, what?” Stooping over, he grabbed the corpses under the armpits and dragged them down a nearby alley. He grimaced when he got a closer look at their wounds. Aislinn’s brutality was something he hadn’t gotten used to yet. He suspected that he never truly would. Returning to the street, he eyed the bloodstains on the ground, then kicked up dust in a vain attempt to conceal it. “Well, that won’t fool the guards for long, but hopefully long enough for us to make ourselves scarce, what?” Algy looked left and right, seeing none of the guards in question. As he hadn’t had a chance to fire a shot, the fight had stayed fairly quiet, comparatively speaking. “Well, miss, which of the dozens of people you’ve ticked off is it this time, what?” With a sigh and a shrug, he gestured towards the tavern door. “Ah, well. As you say, time for that drink. After you, miss.” [/style][/style] [style=height: 30; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; color: D0D0D0; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -7px]and carry on [/style]

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