"Did we just become best friends?" (Devon and Hawk) - Timeless2024-03-29T06:13:43Zhttps://timeless.ning.com/forum/topics/did-we-just-become-best-friends-devon-and-hawk?xg_source=activity&feed=yes&xn_auth=noHawk watched the liquid in hi…tag:timeless.ning.com,2024-03-12:5164310:Comment:1053082024-03-12T06:07:11.724ZHawk Blackhttps://timeless.ning.com/profile/Black
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0.0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0pt;" id="docs-internal-guid-b4522165-7fff-2295-dd1c-2992839b0b17"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-xg-p: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Hawk watched the liquid in his mug swirl into a whirlwind. Immediately making him sick as he remembered his shipwreck and the bitter regret of outliving the friends he called his crew. He let himself be distracted from his thoughts by Devon's mug hitting his and then drank to his words. Letting the liquid wash down the pain forming in his throat. Devon was far more observant than Hawk liked... for now. Picking up on how Devon quietly discerned his worn journal or how his eyes found and studied the shells on his wrist. As of this moment, it would seem that they were on the same side so Hawk didn't have to worry about it right now. </span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0.0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-xg-p: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">However, he didn't want this man to get too close and learn all his secrets, tricks, or parts of his life only friends knew. Hawk would keep Devon and his rogue at arm's length close enough to get this job done but not close enough to get stabbed in the back later. Though to Devon's credit, he took the news of Sirens well, not even this crew they'd be stealing from managed to do that. They'd all laughed and scorned a sea-beaten Hawk when he gained enough strength to share what happened. Instead, Devon didn't question it and the glint in his gaze caused Hawk to question if he'd seen one for himself. He hummed as he drank instead of letting his curiosity get the best of him, allowing Devon to speak. </span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0.0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-xg-p: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><a href="https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/tsJhPFuO-7RcRtD9PqpvMtv-AyU=/fit-in/245x200/top/filters:format_auto():upscale()/2014/06/18/707/n/1922283/6ad3c4d082a3e94e_tumblr_mnx47ne2DR1qhvsjmo8_250.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/tsJhPFuO-7RcRtD9PqpvMtv-AyU=/fit-in/245x200/top/filters:format_auto():upscale()/2014/06/18/707/n/1922283/6ad3c4d082a3e94e_tumblr_mnx47ne2DR1qhvsjmo8_250.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="200" class="align-right"/></a>“Their buyer meets them tomorrow and the goods will be offloaded either that same night or the next. Depending on what the buyer wants.” A wicked smirk wove its way onto Hawk's face and highlighted the Mystic's mischievous mien.“You know, they never actually get to know their buyers. They never bother to learn what they look like or what they are. If the money is enough, why bother? Hell! If the money is good they'd sell their souls to the Devil without ever reading his contract.” A bitter scoff shot off the tip of his tongue before he could wash down with the last of his drink.“I imagine you know the Gypsies as well as I do despite our clear bitter past with them.” It didn't take a lot for Hawk to see how Devon's demeanour changed when the last spoke about the Gypsies. He recognized his response because he often had the same.“Well, it just so happens that a caravan is in town and as of today they owe me a favour.” He rests his mug back down on the table and lets his eyes scan the brothel.“They could easily take the place of the buyer.”</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0.0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-xg-p: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Hawk chucked."Some are there now I'm sure. Too drunk to realize I'm not, I doubt they'll care though. The Dragon Lady herself owed me a favour as of today as well. I asked her to help keep the crew busy all night.” Personally, Hawk would have liked to keep both favours and never use them but fate had other plans and he was grateful for any help he could muster. “I'll have to return to the ship in a few hours however and remain there until the buyer comes to negotiate.”He was already dreading his return to the ship as its scent filled his nostrils and brought back the sick feeling he was feeling moments ago. “I figure while the Gypsies beguile and woo I help you and the rogues get and we all get out with the goods.” </span></p> "Did we just become best frie…tag:timeless.ning.com,2024-03-01:5164310:Comment:1047762024-03-01T19:40:13.284ZDevon Sawyer - Councilhttps://timeless.ning.com/profile/Devon
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<div style="background-color: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); width: 620px; height: auto; overflow: hidden;"><div style="width: 600px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; line-height: 1.5; overflow: auto; font-family: times; font-size: 16px; color: #fff; text-align: justify;">Devon returned a sly grin at the other's retort, sipping again at the ale. He noted the scribblings across the small and weathered book Hawk had been writing in and wondered what might be contained in those pages of someone like him. Nothing that he could make out, but the Rogue could see the weariness in the man's body. He looked... tired, and not just from a long journey on the sea. This was deep within the bones and tightening on his soul. Devon had half a mind to pay one of the girls in here to bring a bit of life back into him if only to make sure his shit was together when this went down. <br/> <br/> He held his tongue though as the mystic laid out some more of the history between he and the crew. Devon felt a little better hearing that he wasn't actually tied to the men who they were about to steal from beyond the sheer luck he'd had in being found after another shipwreck that he'd survived. His brows certainly raised at hearing the tale. <br/> <br/> Sirens. He'd of course heard of the outrageous stories from sailors on the port. Some claiming they lured a man overboard with their song. Devon had scoffed at the tales of the drunkards when they came stumbling into The Heathen's Cup. Lack of clean drinking water, too much time in the sun, and a desperate need to see the curves of a beautiful woman instead of the sweaty and stink wrapped men they had no hope of escaping beyond taking a leap off the ship. Now, he wasn't so quick to dismiss the stories given the new knowledge of what was really out in the world. Especially when he was fairly certain he'd seen one in the waters himself when the moon was high and the waters were reflecting back the abyss of the night sky, despite being a bottle in himself while sprawled out on the shoreline. He knew what he saw.<br/> <br/> Devon noted how Hawk's gaze shifted to his wrist and toward the wrapping there. That definitely had a story too. He was getting more interesting by the minute. That would have to be for another time though as the sailor finally quieted, stewing in the clear detest he had for the ones who had apparently also saved his ass. Devon leaned forward from his lazy position, bracing his forearms on the table as he spoke with a tone of assurance. "That it would. And you can be the one to light the fire." He tapped his mug against the other and lifted it slightly in salute before taking another sip. <br/> <br/> <a href="https://imgpile.com/images/U9Y7Og.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://imgpile.com/images/U9Y7Og.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="268" class="align-left"/></a>"We need an opening. When are they going to be hauling everything off? I know they are going to want to get those goods off soon and sold as quickly as possible, especially if they don't have buyers lined up yet. Tomorrow night is the best chance of moving it. Are you the one on watch duty tomorrow or do you switch off at port? I'm sure they think you're there right now." He grinned a little crookedly. "Guess you're expecting they'll be too drunk and too occupied with the women on shore to stumble back on board any time soon." </div>
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</center> It didn't go unnoticed how De…tag:timeless.ning.com,2024-02-23:5164310:Comment:1046592024-02-23T08:16:58.333ZHawk Blackhttps://timeless.ning.com/profile/Black
<p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-37ab3451-7fff-2d7b-e777-728e76d6d289" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0.0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-xg-p: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It didn't go unnoticed how Devon grew nervous when Hawk used his magic to unlock…</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0.0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0pt;" id="docs-internal-guid-37ab3451-7fff-2d7b-e777-728e76d6d289"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-xg-p: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">It didn't go unnoticed how Devon grew nervous when Hawk used his magic to unlock his bag. With being at sea for so long among Sirens, Gypsies, and then men he'd forgotten how skeptical humans generally became around others unlike them. This would be the last display of magic he'd be able to do today as a slight ache formed in his hand and fatigue set in the rest of his body. <a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/9d250ff7e9f5a1012d979b9875ebb4cc/6bcc7130b384b80c-07/s400x600/e44ebbe297972ae43d25b7241bdfbb76ab49f8b7.gifv" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/9d250ff7e9f5a1012d979b9875ebb4cc/6bcc7130b384b80c-07/s400x600/e44ebbe297972ae43d25b7241bdfbb76ab49f8b7.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="200" class="align-right"/></a>He chose for now to not address where he got his money from because it certainly wasn't from that crew but he would bring that up later as it wasn't important now. His eyes studied every rogue as he walked from the back. Taking in their mannerisms and behaviours as they drank. Their true selves displaying the more inebriated they become. He even made note of Devon's demeanour, although it was stoic, was readable enough for Hawk to see he was at least beginning to consider his request. </span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0.0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-xg-p: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The walk to the Dragon Lady wasn't far once he got his bearings but he had a stop to make first. A Gypsy caravan was near and he hadn't seen them since the day he left. He knew it wasn't the main family's and just an offshoot of that one but he knew he still needed to stop by and say hi. See if anyone he knew was among them and hopefully begin to make things right from how he left. Mama left him with something so other Gypsies could recognize him as a safe person out in the world so he knew they'd welcome him. He stayed with them for hours. Telling the story of his great adventures and listening intently to theirs in a much-needed exchange. He smiled and laughed as he played with the Wind loved children, Cooked with the women, and drank with the men. Leaving the caravan leader with a ward of protection for their travels, one the wind approved of. He settled at the Dragon Lady at last stopping to speak with Libelle and delivered a package from the Gypsies as a favour to both her and them. Greeting the women but kept to himself mostly only to stop and speak with Ruby and Pearl for just one second as both were rather busy. Eventually taking space in his old spot at the table away from them all. </span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0.0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-xg-p: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Brandishing his old leather journal he began to etch a new tale into its discolored pages. The look of the old leather holds a story of its own, in its worn and beaten state. He declined to drink since he had a few with the Gypsies, though he paid for others to avoid just sitting here and not contributing to the business. His words scratched across the beaten page did ever cause his mind to wander. Staring off in disbelief that he'd managed to live this long and achieve the feats he had. At his age, he had lived the life of a man thrice his age and the fatigue was beginning to creep in. A tiredness settled into his gaze, one that would stay there for what felt like years. The ink from his quill seeped into a small part of the page until he was torn from his zoned-out state by the sound of the mug rattling the table. His dry eyes burned as he closed them and focused on the man sitting across from him. He smirked while a breathy snort shot from his nose. “Yes well, I've not yet paid for you yet so…” the teasing smirk that had found its way to his face subtly dropped.</span></p>
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0.0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-xg-p: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> <a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/470663aeaaa816666242b6f350f32b34/6bcc7130b384b80c-1c/s400x600/c272350502683f45cc1261213ad18e62a2fdeea1.gifv" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/470663aeaaa816666242b6f350f32b34/6bcc7130b384b80c-1c/s400x600/c272350502683f45cc1261213ad18e62a2fdeea1.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="200" class="align-left"/></a>“First things first. They're not my crew…” he finally admits as his lip curls in a gush of anger and vitriol. “My ship was sunk by Sirens if you're willing to believe they're real, and I for some reason am the only one to survive, for now.” His eyes drift down to the mysterious shell bracelet on his wrist. “This crew found me stranded on a small archipelago after the Sirens allowed them passage, again for some reason.” He closes his old leather book and puts it away with its quill. He accepted the drink by taking it off the table and taking a sip. “Personally, I'd love for them to watch their ship burn right in the port with no clue their stolen goods have been stolen back for the greater good. It's better if they believe they've lost everything. It'll hurt more.” He looked down and swirled the drink around the mug poorly concealing his bitter loathing for this crew.</span></p> "Did we just become best frie…tag:timeless.ning.com,2024-02-22:5164310:Comment:1047592024-02-22T02:58:31.961ZDevon Sawyer - Councilhttps://timeless.ning.com/profile/Devon
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His gaze went upward then as Hawk left the payment open to an amount of his own choosing. The corner of his mouth lifted at that. Devon was starting to like this corsair more and more, but it was something else he said that drew his interest straight away. The fact that Hawk planned to chase the ship whether the Rogues were on board or not. It meant he was deserting the ship. Had done so the moment he'd stepped foot on land and chased him through the streets. The truth was there and he could see that conviction in his words. This man would do exactly as he promised.<br/>
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Devon remained quiet still as Hawk told him to think on it before taking his leave, feeling the mystic's stony resolve practically bleeding from him. He let the other walk out and continued looking straight on across the storeroom in nonchalance while he drank the ale that was so nicely paid for by another's coin. He waited as the sound of the man's boots faded from the room and into the chatter of the Rogues, but really, Devon already knew his answer before Hawk had ever offered the coin.<br/>
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Hours had passed. The sun had set and Devon only had to walk a few streets to where the Dragon Lady was, having become one of the best places to find yourself a drink, a room, and some company for the night and not necessarily in that order. He pushed open the large doors and let his eyes sweep over the expansive open space where most of the tables were filled, music was playing, and many of the beautiful girls sauntered about to bring the patrons some company. <br/>
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He noted Libelle near the far staircase on the other side of the room and winked to her before turning towards a familiar face who was pouring a number of pints for tables. "Hello, Lovely," he said lowly to the blonde who looked up at his greeting. Devon smiled widely to Pearl and she returned the smile knowing he was already up to something. <br/>
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The Rogue mocked hurt and frowned playfully as he leaned forward on the wooden top, inching closer to her. "Looking for a friend. Goes by Hawk. New to port. Sailor. Handsome sort, you could say. Not as handsome as me of course, but-" <br/>
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"Thank you, Lovely." Devon put down some extra coin and took two of the pints she'd filled. He headed through the lively space, the familiar smell of sweat, ale, and desperate men filling his nose. Hawk came into view at one of the last tables, sitting alone. He didn't wait for the invitation as he sat down across from the mystic, dropping one of the mugs down in offering. "Didn't think a lad like you needed to pay for company." He grinned and drank the brew before leaning back to slouch down into the rickety chair. "So Hawk, let's you and I talk on how we are going to make enemies of your former captain and crew."</div>
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<p dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-0b84347a-7fff-d627-b22a-1c362d367bf9" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0.0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-xg-p: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Hawk wasn't oblivious to the sarcasm seeping from Devon's pores. However, he…</span></p>
<p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0.0pt; margin-bottom: 0.0pt;" id="docs-internal-guid-0b84347a-7fff-d627-b22a-1c362d367bf9"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; background-color: transparent; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-xg-p: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Hawk wasn't oblivious to the sarcasm seeping from Devon's pores. However, he decided to decline replying in kind, realizing in the moment it'd not get them anywhere. With a simple wave of his hand over the magically locked clasp of his bag it opened to him allowing him to dig in and pull out a heft coin pouch. Yet the moment his fingers slipped out of the mouth of the bag it shut and locked itself in haste. He handed the pouch off to Bones before he sighed. “That ship's given me nothing but grief and I'd rather they'd just killed me instead of saving my life.” A vial taste touched his tongue as he spoke and it only worsened as Devon spoke again. </span></p>
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<p>Blessed be the few who can walk this Earth without a care in the world. So blissfully unaware of the dangers that lurk in the shadows and threats hidden right under their nose. Hawk wasn't born so blessed, he was instead born into a world that would forlorn him just for not being human. He slept with his guard up and always watched his back, it was the only way he survived this long and had become the only way he knew how to live. </p>
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<p>Blessed be the few who can walk this Earth without a care in the world. So blissfully unaware of the dangers that lurk in the shadows and threats hidden right under their nose. Hawk wasn't born so blessed, he was instead born into a world that would forlorn him just for not being human. He slept with his guard up and always watched his back, it was the only way he survived this long and had become the only way he knew how to live. </p>
<p>On bated breath, the world slowed once the danger was revealed and that faint glow that rested in his eyes intensified. His head turned with a subtle tick to gaze at the men still drawing their weapons until he brought his gaze back to Devon. He tilted his head and huffed, for of course the human would have men in the wings. They always did. He shook his head and flicked his wrist right as time restored to its normal pace. No human was aware of what he had just done until the weapons in their hands turned to golden sand. His sharp gaze never left Devon's even as he returned the weapons to normal. He wasn't more powerful than all these men combined but alone he wanted it to be known he could at any time even the playing. Regardless of where they were. </p>
<p>Once he knew he got his point across and took a breath and loosed and chuckled. "I left the Luna's family well before that wolf devasted its first town and they don't like to talk of me for many reasons," he said with a twist of his mouth as he thought back to the day he left and how it felt like ages ago. "One reason being I was cursed while I was with them." Even that seemed so long ago as he walked behind Devon on solid ground. Making him question when the last time he'd spent adequate time on shore and why he still felt like he was on a rocking ship. Perhaps too much time at sea. </p>
<p><a rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/9c6b63f9d4c2308730444dcf39449ff3/3f1f93db56fcc34e-3b/s400x600/335d65b2c8046df4069cdf05924141d8db498805.gifv" target="_blank"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/9c6b63f9d4c2308730444dcf39449ff3/3f1f93db56fcc34e-3b/s400x600/335d65b2c8046df4069cdf05924141d8db498805.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="200" class="align-right"/></a>"We're talking about years in the past however so it's no surprise I wasn't mentioned. I was but a small part of their wild lives," he said with a smile as he glanced around Heathen's cup, leaving a smirk at the edges of his lips. "How about I get a round for everyone?" They had left the rest of the men in the main part of the tavern when he'd offered giving Hawk time to recant his offer, but he didn't. "Everything on that ship is stolen... Naturally as is with every pirate ship. Rather than steal from Imperial cargo ships or foreign trading docks, however, they cowardly stole from the poor. Taking the livelihood of hard-working people struggling to make ends meet." he huffed and scanned around them this backroom, secretly noting where and how the easiest escape route would be. </p> "Did we just become best frie…tag:timeless.ning.com,2023-04-26:5164310:Comment:1030222023-04-26T17:50:04.241ZDevon Sawyer - Councilhttps://timeless.ning.com/profile/Devon
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<div style="background-color: rgba(0,0,0,0.5); width: 620px; height: auto; overflow: hidden;"><div style="width: 600px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; line-height: 1.5; overflow: auto; font-family: times; font-size: 16px; color: #fff; text-align: justify;">Devon turned one corner and then the next. It wouldn't be long now and he assumed his new friend would be following still. That man was on a mission, it seemed. Loyalty, perhaps. Despite not exactly appreciating what that crew was doing by stealing from the needful on their route, Devon could admire the fact that the mystic playing sailor showed allegiance to his lot. Or maybe he just really liked a fight.<br/> <br/>
He finally rounded into an alley, twirling the bottle in his palm, when he was knocked sideways. The Rogue hit the ground with a grunt. Once his eyes opened, the sun blinded most of his vision, but the shadowy outline of the man from the ship started to come into view as he lifted his head. A smile worked its way over Devon's lips before he placed his head back on the dirt. "You don't give up, do you?" He remained quiet as the man explained the prized bottle which had switched hands was nothing but saltwater. It certainly wasn't when Devon had been drinking it on the ship beforehand, though perhaps he'd swiped one of the real ones mixed in the lot. <br/>
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Devon sat up nonchalantly to listen to the sailor's tale, bending one of his knees up to rest his arm over top of it as if they were having a casual conversation despite the pain that was throbbing in his head and back now. He rubbed the sore spot on his back with a disgruntled look before turning back to eye the man once he'd finished his story. "Well, aren't you the hero..." The sarcasm wouldn't be missed. Eyeing the outstretched hand being offered for a long moment, Devon clasped it with his own and stood up. His arms then folded over his chest and he nodded for him to continue while leaning against a wooden pole over the awning of a tailor's shop. <br/>
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"Funny, I've never seen you around the Dragon. I tend to know everyone there because we have dealings. I tend to know everyone <em>everywhere</em> around here." His suspicions were high, but he didn't show it fully. That was until he mentioned Luna. Devon stood up straighter then. His arms dropped to his side and his jaw set while he took a step towards the other. "Hawk, was it? Can't say I've heard of you, but it seems you know about me."<br/>
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"Welcome to The Heathen's Cup," he said with a nod towards the building on the left of him. One wouldn't know it from the back, but it's rickety, broken wooden sign swung above the front doors letting travelers, passersby, and familiar daily faces know her name. <a href="https://imgpile.com/images/U9iS6a.gif" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://imgpile.com/images/U9iS6a.gif?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-left"/></a>"It's where me and the Rogues settle. How about you buy me a drink and find some satisfying words to convince me on why I should consider helping you at all." It wasn't really a question. Devon had the sense Hawk needed numbers in this plan of his and it didn't surprise him after seeing the haul in the ship. With a mocking smile, the Rogue turned and headed towards the back door of the tavern to talk inside.</div>
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<p>Most times when your world was flipped upside down it was quite unsettling, for Hawk however it was regretfully familiar. From upon his back, he could see the sky clearly and the clarity cleared his storming mind of his thoughts and the pain of his nose and jaw. From down here he could recall the calm he felt being at sea with his men long before this crew stole him from a siren's death. A calm whose lifespan was shorter than the time it took to windup on the floor.…</p>
<p>Most times when your world was flipped upside down it was quite unsettling, for Hawk however it was regretfully familiar. From upon his back, he could see the sky clearly and the clarity cleared his storming mind of his thoughts and the pain of his nose and jaw. From down here he could recall the calm he felt being at sea with his men long before this crew stole him from a siren's death. A calm whose lifespan was shorter than the time it took to windup on the floor.<a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/11003037662?profile=original" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/11003037662?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="200" class="align-right"/></a> All because that rat bastard crew was coming back from their drunken escapades ruining everything as per usual. With a quick kip-up Hawk was once again on his feet just in time to catch his opponent's retreat. He sneered at his arrogance but sneered harder at the sight and sound of the crew returning. </p>
<p>Not wanting to deal with them any longer, unless of course to rob them blind of their goods and their life he vanished. Teleporting to the dock to avoid the crew completely and chase this Devon down. He heard a soft yelp at his side as he appeared on the pier beside Emerald. She seemed to be a bit familiar with his kind as she didn't seem entirely too scared of what he had just done just shocked by his sudden appearance. The Mystic apologized with a bowed head, and at the sight of the faintest movement from the man on the ground between them he kicked him in the head to knock him right back out. He unbelted the man's weapons both seen and hidden "I'm sure these will do you better." he said handing them off to her before vanishing once again. </p>
<p>Hawk found it odd that Devon didn't seem to duck and dodge and thoroughly try and lose him. He made no sharp turns and threw nothing in his way... For a moment it felt like a trap but one that was taking far too long to spring. Losing interest in this chase and running short on the time he needed for the real reason he was giving chase, Hawk stopped. He caught his breath and looked around because he knew this town as the gypsies would come here often during his years with them. He gave one last fleeting look towards Devon but the idea of continuing this chase bored him. Into the nearest dark alley, he stepped watching his back with every step before his steps stop, and for the third time today, he disappeared like the wind itself when it stopped blowing. </p>
<p>That would likely be the last time he could do that as he felt a pain pulling in his chest now. Clarice would surely condemn him in some form or fashion for using the little rifts in time to teleport but seeing as he was short on time and it was for a greater good reason he could only hope her rage wouldn't be too scorching. From the alley, he hid in now, cast in the thick shadows of the buildings on each side of him he could hear each of Devon's footfalls, and at the last second right at the perfect moment, he planted his feet and thrust his fist through the air. Bracing and firming his muscles so he can take the collision of Devon's neck crashing into his arm. Upon the contact, he swooped his arm back in a circular motion to knock Devon down onto his back as he had down to him. Surprisingly, the motion also knocked the rum bottle out of Devon's clutches and into the air.</p>
<p>Clattering into Hawks' hands he glanced over the bottle and then back to the now-distant pier. "You stole salt water mixed with sugar, mate."He sighed as he popped open the cork and crouched down bringing the bottle near for Devon to smell. "Those rat bastards were here to rip people off with it." he continues as he looked back to the pier in contemplative silence. "This fight of ours is far from over, however, for right now I think we may want the same thing." he spoke cautiously as trust in any form was extremely hard for Hawk. He stood up with a faint grunt which might imply he felt like he was getting too old for all of this even though he wasn't. "All the goods worth a damn on that ship were stolen from hard-working and innocent people. I want to steal them back and return them but I can't do that alone."</p>
<p>Hawk held his hand out to Devon to help him up as he spoke out of respect more than feeling like Devon needed the help. "Emerald told me I could trust you... She's an old friend... Everyone at The Dragon Lady is or was... It's been a while." he teetered his head from side to side as he spoke and thought about just how long it'd truly been. "Name's Hawk by the way." he mentioned with a dry smirk and faint shrug as he suddenly studied Devon as if putting certain important pieces together. "Devon, you said early? Not the Devon married to Luna... Or was? As I said it's been a while and it's hard to keep up at sea. Either way..." his words drift off as he looked around a moment to see where they were and see if they were close to somewhere they could talk if it pleased Devon. "she's gonna kill me for fighting you... But I'm still going to." </p> "Did we just become best frie…tag:timeless.ning.com,2022-08-27:5164310:Comment:995262022-08-27T17:34:58.739ZDevon Sawyer - Councilhttps://timeless.ning.com/profile/Devon
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Devon watched the darkness pass over the man's face. It seemed the fun was suddenly over and he intended on making the Rogue pay for walking onto his little slice of life here. Shame too. He was rather liking this sailor, but he also wasn't stupid enough to think that he would walk out of here with just a few scrapes either. That was plainly evident by the burning of his eyes still from their scrapping below. At least he'd gotten a good bottle of rum from it all. However, the more time he stayed on the ship, the more chance he had of being caught by the rest of crew and he had the feeling they wouldn't be so honorable.<br/>
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Apparently the teasing didn't get him anywhere either. The punch came faster than he had expected, landing cleanly and with a decent amount of force. His head snapped to the side from the hit and Devon groaned, moving his jaw from the ache. "So you can fight. I thought perhaps you relied on nothing but magic to get yourself out of trouble. That and tossing sugar into a man's eyes. Not fair play." He rubbed his cheek again and then turned sideways in a fighting stance, raising his fists again. "And I didn't say I never lost. I've lost plenty. Mostly when I was a kid getting my arse kicked for stealing to try and survive. Living the life I have and still do, it's pretty much required that you know how to defend yourself or you'll end up dead. Let's say I've had plenty of years of practice to learn how not to lose much anymore."<br/>
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Devon took two steps forward and made like he was going to swing with his right as most people would expect given that's the dominant hand of the many, but instead he faked and jabbed the sailor directly in the nose with his left. Once his head snapped back, Devon gave him a right cross to the jaw that matched the one he took himself moments ago. He didn't wait to give the man a chance at recovering too fast and swept his leg out once the sailor was off balance to make him stumble back a few paces. <br/>
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<a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/10794335454?profile=original" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/10794335454?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="250" class="align-left"/></a>A familiar whistle rang out which made his ears perk up. The boys were nearby. He glanced down the street and saw the handful of them coming with the large cart that had been meant to get the goods below, but that was looking like a lost cause given the very determined man before him. He could see their curious expressions trying to make out what was happening on deck from afar and he gave them the signal to scatter. Devon didn't want to leave without getting those crates back to the people of Winchester, but there was no way it was happening unless they got <em>rid of </em>both sailors that were left behind and that wasn't what the Rogues were generally about. That and he still had the feeling that the one he was scrapping with wasn't necessarily deserving of death and trusting his gut was how he generally kept himself alive so far.<br/>
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Then, there was a lot of slurred cursing suddenly from a disgruntled someone shouting up to him. His eyes turned and he saw the sailor that had been with Emerald staggering out of the alley and pulling his pants up as she was close behind. Apparently something didn't go quite to plan there either and the man tripped and fell face first into the ground. This was just not his day.<br/>
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Devon turned to his current opponent and began backing away. "Looks like you and me will have to pick this up some other time, mate." He gave a cocky smile to the man and bolted back down the gangplank, but not before snagging the bottle of rum he was close to finishing. He stepped directly on the drunken sailor who was still gathering himself on the ground, but stopped to kiss Emerald on the cheek and toss her a pouch of coins. She smiled and shook her head at him, but then her eyes grew wide. Devon looked back to see his new friend from the ship had decided to give pursuit which made him groan and take off again through the streets while the man gave chase. </div>
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