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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 27, 2012 21:06:29 GMT -5
Francis's boot-clad feet fell against the ground while he walked through one of the small port towns in the Oceanic Territories, his muscled arms weighed down with bags of wool from one of the far eastern territories that still belongs to Oceania. The wool was intended for his crew to put to use, as some of them were skilled enough with their hands and the necessary tools to make coats and scarves from the wool he was currently carrying.
Such things would be necessary up north, where Francis planned on taking his ship and crew next; preferably some place in Rossiya, for he avoided northern Gallia as best he could. Danger lurked there for him, as it was his original home. Lychnus hid in the middle of Gallia's northern lands, and in Lychnus his parents and the same ball-and-chain combination of his birthright.
He shook his head, trudging on and making his way back to his ship, catching sight of a few larger pirate vessels at the docks. His blue eyes ran over the largest one that he saw. The Nox. Infamously dangerous, rambunctious, and reasonably stupid people hid on that ship, and their captain was rumored to be female, though capable of upholding the brutal reputation the Nox had earned itself.
With an internal whimper, Francis cast his eyes back to his own ship.
The Ater sat quietly in the water, her smooth sides slipping in and out of the water just a little while waves rolled into the port, even the infamous Nox unable to fight the little movements that the water demanded. Shaking his head and steeling himself to move past the intimidating boat, Francis took a few steps forward in the direction of his own ship, catching sight of a bit of silver hair in the corner of his eye. He spun quickly to face this piece of silver hair, only to be greeted with his old friend Fritzi's posterior.
"Fritzi!" He called with a smile, still holding the bags of wool by his sides.
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Post by Fritzi Beilschmidt on Aug 28, 2012 14:37:39 GMT -5
Fritzi wandered around the town she had been docked in for the last few days. She had really not had much of a choice in the matter though, as she had to get some repairs done on the Nox. That storm they had gotten stuck in a few weeks back had done quite a number on her ship. She patted Meta on the head gently, the tiny bird making it's normal small cheeping noise as it rubbed up against her finger. She smiled softly, before dropping her hand to adjust Mitzi's sheath. The Oceanic Territories, while being reasonably safe for pirates, were still dangerous, for anyone.
The albino woman was on her way back to the Nox, as the repairs should be done by now, and it was about time that they headed back out to sea. She would have to set a course for Ottomanicum, there was always a successful raid to be found there. The lazy bastards just shipping their gold around all the time in reasonably unprotected ships.
She eyed the ship next to hers in the port. It matched the descriptions she had been hearing about another pirate ship, the Ater. Not a threat to her or her crew from what she had heard.
She whirled around when she heard a somewhat familiar voice call her name, eyebrow raised as she looked at the blonde man for a few seconds, before her eyebrows furrowed. She studied him for a few more seconds, before her face lit up with a smile.
"Francis? Is that you?"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 29, 2012 16:15:30 GMT -5
Francis let out a soft huff of approval when he heard Fritzi ask if he was, indeed, himself.
"Oui, c'est moi~!" He called to her, slinging the heavy bags of wool over his shoulders and jogging over to her, letting out a loud chuckle when he realized just how much the pair of them had changed since they'd last seen each other.
"It's been a while, 'asn't it, cheri." He murmured, cracking a lopsided smile at her and resting all of his weight on his left leg. His arms were up, holding the bags of textile-ingredients on top of his broad shoulders. With his arms spread slightly and his elbows up over his head, the soft white cotton of his button-down shirt hung open over his chest; pale, once-white skin was visible through the pieces of fabric and almost staring up a this old friend while his eyes ran over her, absorbing the changes she'd developed into as well.
She got so pretty since ze last time I saw her... He thought to himself, biting into his bottom lip and chuckling a bit.
People milled around them quietly through the little port town in Sydney, mothers grabbing the shoulders of their children and pulling them closer when a pair of pirates came into their view. Oceania was definitely safer for pirates than many other places in the world, that didn't mean that the civilians trusted the pirates not to harm them, rob them, or abduct their children.
"What are you doing down 'ere, anyway? Last time I saw you we were juste kids..." He trailed off, trying to leave her room to speak.
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Post by Fritzi Beilschmidt on Sept 2, 2012 10:34:52 GMT -5
Fritzi let her eyes run over Francis quickly. Her old childhood friend sure had grown up nicely, that was one thing that she was sure of. She mentally frowned a little, wondering why he was there himself. The albino woman caught the mothers herding their children home at the sight of the two pirate ships and resisted smirking. Everyone knew of her ship's fearsome reputation, and it amused her to no end.
"Yeah, it has been a while I guess.... What, eleven years since you up and disappeared?" She said wryly, a small grin on her face, Meta chirping quietly from her perch on Fritzi's right shoulder. She caught sight of a few police officers out the corner of her eye, and while she was almost certain that they would leave the two old friends be, her hand instinctively dropped down to rest lightly on Mitzi's hilt. Just in case.
"Anyways, I'm just here to get some repairs done on my ship, and they should be done by now, so we'll be leaving anytime. Can't stay in one place too long these days!" She let out a light laugh, keeping an eye on Francis though. She was fairly certain he didn't know that she was Nox's Captain, let alone a pirate. Granted, she had no idea what he was doing these days either...
"So what're you up to these days then?" She asked him, idly reaching up to pet Meta's soft yellow feathers a bit more.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Sept 2, 2012 11:22:43 GMT -5
"Oui, it's been about eleven years since I ran away..." He trailed off, biting into his lip and shrugging his shoulders a bit before taking notice of the policemen sizing the pair of them up from across the port area.
Merde... I can't get caught by ze police anywhere, I'll eizer end up at 'ome or in ze cage... The thoughts flew through his head, and he swallowed hard, his blue eyes widening slightly while he began to inch back towards his own ship.
"A-ah... Fritzi, I-I zink I 'ave to go now..." He trailed off beginning to walk towards the Ater before being hit with the realization that his friend had spoken of 'her' ship.
He knew Fritzi: the same brutal girl he'd grown up with who had wrestled and fought with him, winning nearly every time they decided to play-fight. Brutal woman, brutal ship in the harbor, referral to 'her' ship being in for repairs...
"You're ze captain of ze Nox, aren't you." He breathed worriedly, biting into his tongue and almost completely ignoring her question about what he'd been up to.
But what had the ex-prince been up to these past eleven years? Sailing, fighting, running around without shoes about summed it up--of course Leonie was at his side when he was on-board his ship though, and that was always nice.
Currently, though, his chest moved quickly to breathe, and his eyes ran over Fritzi just a little bit closer.
"I-it all makes sense, woman captain, brutal ship, I-I know you're about as feminine as the Sinisian naval forces, a-and you talked about a ship..." He whimpered, backing away from her a little more towards his own benign ship as she sat in the harbor and the policemen focused on them more, fear of a pirate fight breaking out piquing their interests.
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Post by Fritzi Beilschmidt on Sept 21, 2012 14:07:48 GMT -5
Fritzi grasped Mitzi's hilt, ready to draw it in case the officers decided to interfere. Hopefully they were smarter then that, as she did know some of the half-alive people her crew had let get away from raids had reported that the Nox's captain had Devil's eyes. Which had just made them all laugh their asses off when they heard it, but most law officers these days did have a basic description of her looks. She shrugged when her old friend said that he had to go.
"Okay, bye Francis."She said, before smirking when she saw him starting to walk towards the Ater. Oh hot damn, he must the new captain the ship got a few years back that she had heard about. Well, she would make sure that she found him again, that was for sure.
Fritzi turned to begin walking back to the Nox, grinning wolfishly at the officers, giving them both a lewd wink, since there was no point in hiding her identity since they were going to be casting off as soon as she got back on board. Her grin widened when the two of them stiffened up and leveled her with a glare from one, and an adorable blushing angry face from the other.
"You're ze captain of ze Nox, aren't you? I-it all makes sense, woman captain, brutal ship, I-I know you're about as feminine as the Sinisian naval forces, a-and you talked about a ship..."
The albino woman threw back her head and laughed at how scared her old friend was sounding.
"Dingdingding! You're still a little smartie-pants, aren't Frannie?" She asked, smirking at him, hand once more resting on Mitzi's hilt. She didn't know if he was going to pick a fight with her, but if he was, she would make sure that he knew even though they hadn't seen each other in eleven years, she could still beat him in a fight.
"But I'm afraid that I have to get going, and you probably should too, since you are the Captain of the Ater, aren't ya~?" She purred, smirk taking on a slightly darker tone as she talked. "You see, my crew and I actually have a ship headed towards Ottomanicum that we have to raid, so I shall take my leave now, ja~?" And with that, she spun on her heel, Meeta cheeping at her as she went back to striding cockily towards the Nox. She shot the various officers now milling around a borderline psychotic and bloodthirsty grin, telling them without words to back the fuck off and stay out of it. Mitzi's hilt kept resting comfortably in her hand, slightly pulled out of her sheath, the bright sunlight glinting off the shiny steel.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Sept 22, 2012 2:43:19 GMT -5
Francis's blue eyes remained locked on the police officers, though he noticed Fritzi's actions towards them and narrowed his eyes slightly, one blonde eyebrow travelling higher up his forehead than the other.
When did she get like zat? She was never zat way when we were children... He thought to himself, biting into his lower lip before he heard her laugh at him, when he froze solid in his tracks.
"Cher don't laugh at me... zat's cruel even by your standards." Francis grumbled, directing his gaze towards the ground and heaving another sigh. "A-and oui, I'm ze Ater's captain... I avoid violence when I can, zough." He stated in response to her little comment about his own captainship.
"But... since you're ze captain of ze Nox, I'm sure you could spare a bit of time to catch up, couldn't you? It's been eleven years since we last saw each ozer; I missed you." He chuckled, now feeling slightly more sure that she wouldn't simply draw her sword and attack him for no reason.
His eyes ran over her just once more, scanning now for injuries or scars and finding few on her visible skin and sighed in relief. Good... she hasn't gone and gotten herself killed yet; juste... stay like zat, Fritzi; safe. He thought, a younger version of himself beginning to reemerge, simply for the sake of worrying over Fritzi yet again.
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Post by Fritzi Beilschmidt on Sept 22, 2012 21:08:37 GMT -5
Fritzi bit her lip to stifle the giggles that were still spilling out. Oh it had been way too long since she had last gotten to see Francis, and remember just how much of an adorable dork he was. She surreptitiously let her eyes run over him from under her lashes though, needing to check and make sure that he was still all in one piece. Good. He was. Phew, now she could go back to not worrying about stupid stuff like if he was dead, since she did know he was alive and well.
"I can't believe that you ended up a pirate Frannie. Personally I thought that when you left you would just go, I dunno, something other than being a pirate.' She said, shrugging, keeping a wary eye on the officers, as three more joined the two she had been antagonizing already.
"And I guess I can spare a little time... But I do have to cast off sometime today, and if I'm out more than a few hours after I told my crew we're casting off, my first mate will find me and drag me back to the ship by my hair." The albino woman said, letting out a snort of laughter, rolling her eyes. Her first mate really would do that if she was out too long though...
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Sept 25, 2012 23:49:08 GMT -5
Francis raised an eyebrow at her little statement of thoughts, shock over how he'd become a pirate.
"Cher, do you not remember 'ow much I juste 'ated life back at 'ome? It was awful, I ran away juste because I couldn't take ze responsibilities my mozer and fazer wanted to give me." He snorted, shaking his head and reaching up to brush a few wild strands of curly blonde hair away from his face.
His eyes slid back over to the now-growing group of police officers, and he swallowed hard. Shaking his head, he whispered to her quickly, ignoring the comment about her crew. "We should go somewhere zey won't bozer us, zey're afraid." He murmured to her, jerking his head over to the police officers and beginning to retreat back to his ship. "And let's go spend ze time on my ship, we need to catch up and I need to put zis shit down." He chortled, leading his old friend up towards his ship, babbling on and on at length about where he'd been in the world, what he'd seen, who he'd met. Briefly, his words flitted over some things that fit unwittingly with Fritzi's own story; the name "Athala" fitting quietly into the mess of meaningless words that tumbled from his lips.
Though, there were still things he kept to himself that not even Fritzi could know; things that would destroy the friendship they'd shared since practically birth.
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