Prompt #2: Bargain
Pearly white. The color of his teeth as he grinned, tresses of snow tipped scarlet rustling with the jerking motion of an angry La Noscean pirate; the warm barrel of his handgonne ready to blow his brains out.
A voice rich as chocolate raised the question, “Are you certain you’d rather not take up my offer? It’s more fortuitous than you might think friend…”
At this, his disgruntled business partner pushed the firearm harder under his chin.
“Only thin’ I want to do wit yer high follutin’ arse is string ye up by yer toes an’ let ye sing yer last off the bough till th’ gulls peck ye clean.” the man snarled, “Ye puffed up nobles get into Garlond’s good graces and makes boats that fly higher than yer egos, and suddenly yer pirates. S’an’ insult.” Eyes of carmine briefly gazed up at the masts of the small galleon he’d been forced to beseech for aid after his own ship was forced to ground itself on the water; a shortage of fuel. All he’d desired was a tow to the nearest port where he might find or negotiate for the precious commodity, but clearly he had stumbled upon the wrong crew of pirates.
Clearing his throat softly, he spoke against what most might consider their better judgement.
“I haven’t been in the skies for long, but as I understand it, your Admiral has made such acts of piracy against your fellow Eorzeans illegal. I’m asking once more, -please-, simply take my offer! You could not find a greater bargain for the service of men so elite!” the elezen jeered, laughing softly as he finished speaking, his eyes not even focused upon the angry pirate captain anymore.
Pushed to further upset by both the man’s words and his inability to do him the respect of his attention, fired his weapon past the elezen’s ear, following with slamming his knee into the elezen’s gut as he reeled from the blast.
“Ishgard’s still got it’s gate closed to “us fellow Eorzeans” last I checked, so stuff it ye dragon lickin’ swine!” the captain barked.
The elezen had struggled to stand back up, a touch of blood dribbling from his lips. At this, he simply needed.
“Alright… I-I see you cannot be swayed…A firm no then…” he panted, gulping as he barked his next words rather loudly. “A damned SHAME!”
A secret signal. The captain could barely react as grappling hooks rooted on the rails of his ship’s deck, the boots of a dozen men and women stamping down in unison to cross blades with the crew of the ship.
One man among the boarders caught sight of his own captain immediately and drew his blade, charging at the sea captain with a furious snarl. Only for the red-head to take advantage to the captain’s turning around, slamming the butt of his handgonne along the back of his head, forcing his friend to have to skid to avoid tripping over the newly fallen body.
With an exasperated glare, the half-elezen released a grating sigh, “-Really- Athiess?”
Athiess offered a shameless grin as he rubbed under his ringing ear.
“What? He was gunning for you, Fyrien!” the man laughed, shrugging, “I couldn’t let my best friend face such dangers when I could do something about it.”
This much just made the half-elezen’s glare narrow. “A truth avoided upon all fronts if you did not waste time “bargaining” with men less agreeable than the Dread Wyrm!”
Athiess stepped over the unconscious sea-captain with confidence as he rapped his knuckles gently along Fyrien’s shoulder. “Please. I was just expressing good manners.”
Falling in step to march shoulder to shoulder, Fyrien rolled his eyes. “In what world do former brumelings suffer manners?” “In our’s, my friend!” Athiess smirked, “In our’s.”
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