Kelp Cutter
Kelpie
New Kelpie
"No time for idlin'. Adventure awaits!"
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Post by Kelp Cutter on Apr 8, 2014 0:07:20 GMT -5
"That, I imagine, is all that really matters to you all, correct?"
That sentence rattled around in Kelp's head, dropping a frown onto his face. "Just for th' bits," Kelp repeated in his head, trying to internally mock Shoal's voice. The kelpie let out a huff through his nostrils. "Yes-sir, Mr. Whitecap. Always happy t' be someone's errand boy. Good grief."
The hippocampus pushed his chair away from the table, hopping down to the floor. "Have fun you two," he spoke, bitterness leaking from his voice as he left the lovebirds to themselves.
Kelp followed Lucky and Dusk to the sleeping quarters, pulling his saddlebag onto the floor below his hammock before climbing in. "What do I think?" he repeated, beginning to get himself situated. "I think I'm gettin' jipped. Signed up for this expedition expectin' some sort of adventure, not diplomatic work. Pretty clear we're only here 'cause Herr Whitecap wants to score points with the Griffon Council for goin' behind their back." The kelpie kicked a rear leg off the wall, setting his hammock into a swinging motion. "Don't think he's quite right in th' head."
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Post by Stygg Whitefeather on Apr 8, 2014 4:51:53 GMT -5
“Yes, yes, good night all. We have a very busy day tomorrow. Taa-taa!” Shoal exclaimed as his venal bunch departed to their bunks, with the exception of the griffon. “Julius, a moment if you will.” Shoal said as he stood, stretching and cracking his back and wings from the stiffness of sitting far too long. “Captain, a moment with my friend here. Griffon business, you understand.”
The captain merely grunted as he departed, kicking the door closed behind him as he left. They could hear him rustling about just on the other side of the door, standing watch perhaps? With the door shut, Shoal waited just another moment ensuring that the others were likely far enough away. First looking to the door, then to Julius, then turning back to the bulky D.B.A.R.S and removing a wooden case from behind it. He took it and placed it upon the table as he fiddled with a tiny lock and once it popped free, he lifted the lid, grinned and spun the case around so Julius could see. There, inside the velvet lined case was a weapon, an ornate pistol to be precise. It was of the snaphance type with four separate barrels, two on each side, one atop the other, connected to a single trigger. It was fairly large, about in length to a typical kris dagger but obviously far heavier and bulkier. This was one of the more recent styles the military have been testing with, certainly not easily obtainable even for a somebird of Shoal's political rank.
“Come closer, here, take a look.” Shoal said as he ushered the other cat-bird closer with his talon. “No doubt you've heard of these?” Shoal picked it up gingerly, rather warily – perhaps even intimated by it. “Dreadful things, can't stand them myself.” He grimaced, recalling an earlier incident. “Here take it, it's yours.” He said as he passed it over to the other griffon, “Ah, watch the trigger with your talon. The little, um - hammer things aren't cocked but you never know with these; they're a bit sensitive and that is loaded. I want you to keep it on your person for tomorrow. Should things not go smoothly, well, I'm sure you can figure out what you need to do. Remember, they need to be gone. All of them. We can't have this mucked up; it is, after all, in the best interest of the Kingdom.” Shoal gave the weapon another disparaging glance, shifting uncomfortable in his feathers. He really hated those things. “It won't help much against magic, but I was assured it can punch through all but the finest of plate armor – at close range.” He paused then, awkwardly, clearly forgetting something. When it struck him, he jolted. “Right, yes, how to use it. Just pull down on one of the four hammers by the grip, aim it at your target, then just squeezed down on the trigger. It'll be as loud as a cannon and probably kick just the same, yet anything on the wrong end of it will... not be having a good rest of their day. You can fire one at a time or all four, if you feel the need, just know you will only have those four shots. Make them count.”
Shoal reached over and rustled his talon through the pistol's case, tossing out the cloth to reveal leather straps and a holster of sorts, one with a lockable flap. It was rectangular and appeared more like a typical pouch then anything capable of holding something like the weapon Julius's talons. “That should fit you, it'll keep the thing under your wing and no one will be the wiser. No one, not Pony or Kelpie, needs to know about it, this is will just be our little secret. You should go now, hide the thing and get back with the others for some rest. You do all have a very long day tomorrow.”
Shoal watched as Julius would take his new toy and depart, before plopping his rear back onto a cushion of the deck and letting out a stressful sigh, ”Never have I seen such a naive band of misfits in my life.” He cooed quietly, picking up a carving fork ”Young too, pity.” He stabbed a last remaining piece of salted meat with the fork, looking at it with a bored expression, before ripping into its end with his beak.
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