FORTUNE DOESN'T FAVOR FOOLS[OPEN]

[MISS FORTUNE]

WATCH YOUR MOUTH

or i'll have to play rough

For the first time in a long time, it was a moment where Milielle could relax and unwind, simply divulging herself in one of the more simplistic aspects in life. She had made a long journey from Hephaestus all the way to Rhoda in hopes that she could take time to relax while planning her next move. After all, a Bounty Hunter's work is never over. Not when there's still so much beautiful coin to be earned. But of course, coins weren't the only things she sought after. Only the most grand of riches truly appealed to her desires, whether it be coins, statues, furniture.. or best of all, jewels. As the saying goes, "Gems are a girl's best friend".

At least, in her case, they most certainly are. The way the light dazzles and radiates within their crisp, translucent shells, objects that could be fit to a finger or rest within the palms of one's hands, and yet durable and sharp enough to cut through stone with even the most feeble of efforts. The very thought of it made her eyes a tad bleary as she daydreamed of herself covered in the finest silks and adorned with the loveliest of jewelry, completely surrounded by gold coins as she rest upon the most lavish of couches. Riches truly were this girl's one and only real desire.

She would make a pouting face as a waitress came and disturbed her daydream, presenting her with the food she had ordered. She currently resided within one of the local taverns nearby Rhoda's more busier markets, her eyes gleaming as she laid her eyes on what appeared to be the absolutely most delicious steak she had ever seen! A bit of saliva trickled down from the corner of her lusciously pink lips, her tongue wiping it away with a clean sweep as she took up her knife and fork in her hands. Her stomach rumbled with hunger as she began to cut into the meat - oh! It was so tender she practically pulled it away a piece from the main contents with the fork alone!

She couldn't hold back anymore! She quickly stuffed the chunk of meat into her mouth and chewed eagerly, her eyes snapping wide open as the flavors burst forth and soaked every taste bud upon her tongue! This.. this steak was Heaven! Truly she had died and gone to Heaven! Oh how she never wished it to end as she moved to cut herself another piece.. only for her Paradiso to shatter before her eyes as the table was suddenly flipped over, a bar fight having broken out and... and disturbing her meal!

She sat there absolutely mortified as she watched the delicious hunk of meat flying through the air, everything seeming to move in slow motion as she moved to make a dive for it. It was too far and too late! The steak had fallen to the wooden floor, soon being trampled by numerous pairs of feet, never to be fully eaten, savored, or appreciated. At first, she felt a sudden urge to weep for the tremendous loss, having only had a taste of something so wonderful, only to have it ripped away from her grasp! However, that grieving soon turned into furious anger, a rage so intense her hair seemed to stand on end!

She would bolt up to her fight before grabbing the nearest brawler, turning with all of her strength as she flung him over her shoulder and into two men who were scrapping over whatever ridiculous reasons they had!

"Ay, wench! Just what the hell do ye think yer doin'?!", spat one man, only to be cut off for a while as she stepped forward, a leg swinging upwards furiously and -- WUNCH!! A swift kick right to his nether regions, rendering tears in his eyes as his faced turned blue, slowly crumpling into a pained heap on the floor. She'd glare up from beneath her hat with piercing blue eyes, bringing her hands together and cracking her knuckles as she spoke in a low and angry tone.

"You filthy bilge rats just cost me the most amazing steak I've had in quite a long.. long time! I think it's time someone taught you boys how to have proper table manners.." 

It wasn't long until a few men decided they would try to size her up, only to find themselves ruthlessly slapped, kicked, and beaten down to the floor in a flash. Soon, she was surrounded by a lot of drunken angry men, only smirking as she welcomed the odds, one blue eyes visible as she tilted her hat again and said,

"Fortune doesn't favor fools, boys.. you'd do well to remember that.."

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TAGGED: N/A

MADE BY SIRIUS OF GANGNAM STYLE

[Jaesom Coroway]

But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?

Jaesom watched the commotion quietly from his more secluded table. It took all of his will-power to keep himself from joining the fracas. He knew in an instant that the woman would emerge the victor. Though not well known to the general public, Miss Fortune was a common and feared name among pirate crews.

As far as he knows now, Jaesom and his former crew weren't dangerous enough to get a bounty on them so the ex-pirate should be safe from being murdered by the spitfire across the room.

Soon more men surrounded the vixen. If Jaesom was a betting man he would definitely place his wager on Fortune. That woman was a demoness with her blades and just as deadly without them. Even as more men joined the throng around her. Jaesom looked around to see if anyone was taking money on the fight; however he came up empty.

To make up for the lack of gambling, Jaesom sidled over to the bartender. "Listen brother. I bet a round of drinks that the chick there will come out the victor." The bartender scoffed but nodded anyway.

(C) ELLIE @ GANGNAM STYLE

[Jean Levassuer de Tromper]

FEIGNED FOOLISHNESS ( tags: you two, right there MISS FORTUNE, Jaesom Coroway. words: Many) "Aye... What a pleasant sound coming from within that fine hole in the wall." The sounds of a bar fight always caught people's attention. Of course they were a common sight when you gathered a bunch of people will far too much coin jiggling in their pockets. They're not satisfied with food, drink, and company. No no no, they need excitement, and that's what a bar fight brings. It also lets certain people get the few meals they scrap by, but who pays attention to them. The bartender's expression changed from a glimmer of confidence with a greedy appetite for winnings to a look of disgust as if human filth had wandered into his establishment. He wasn't too far off at least. The poor man hobbling inside did reek of the docks, but he plunged in the salty pools where the water maintained a brisk pace and scrubbed with sand every day! When the eyes fell on him he couldn't help but give a wave for the attention. His toothy grin wasn't the worst for a vagrant. Appearances are important after all. If it was ones first time looking on de Tromper then they were in for a sight! With both of his feet taken by the cruel mistress of the sea and a disgruntled ship it was a wonder that he could even walk. Though he made a display of how uncoordinated he was on his two sticks for legs, he had an odd grace about him. Despite bumping into every table that passed, taking quick swerves around chairs, or landing on the backs of those tossed around in the brawl, he never once fell to the ground. ------ Jean stumbled through the mess of writhing bodies looking to take a beating. His hands swept across various patrons as he passed them by. Sometimes he whispered words of encouragement or warnings of rogues behind them. He made sure he wasn't in the thick of it. He wasn't here to fight after all. No point getting a stray fist to the ole bread and butter. He slipped a hand by a nearby table and grabbed a mug of some oily brown liquid. He sampled the brew, "BLEH! I'm not a whiskey guy sorry," he said as he slid it onto another table he passed. His right hook, because I think we can all agree that ropes are all snake bastards am I right, hooked a flank of meat from another table. It wasn't cooked all the way through, but who was he to complain. Another pass, another mug gone. Another table missing a few bites of their meal. "Oh it must be my lucky day!" he exclaimed, hardly loud in the roar of battle. His hook scrapped across the wooden table to push nearly fifteen gold coins into his hand which were quickly deposited in his pocket. He turned to look for more spoils and came to an abrupt halt with three hundred pounds of hulk in front of him. "Oi, who do you think you're thieving de Tromper!" Oh boy, a fan. "I haven't the foggiest what yer going on about. Just let me enjoy my fare." He was immediately grabbed by the collar of his shirt. The man sprayed spittle on the poor misunderstood gent's face. He needed those coins to feed small orphan boys, you know! "You never paid an honest coin in your life you damn fool!" His rage was evident in his roar. How was the poor gent supposed to get out this you may ask? By flying of course! The blue haired, one eyed man flew through the air after getting a gentle push by the angry patron who sent him flying. It really wasn't one of his most graceful moments. He only caught a glimpse of her as he got a chance to look down on the world. She was stunning to say the least. It really wasn't her place to be fighting with smelly men, but who was Jean to judge. The crowd surrounding the understandably upset, gorgeous ruffian grew half as large as a poor lad missing a few pieces crashed down on top of them. They were immediately floored as gravity has a way of bringing every body down. The flying stick man comically bounced off of his six man springboard right into the adjacent booth. The table was slammed to the side, upending its contents of the unhappy flyer. He laid there for several moments before sitting up. "That was quite rude you know! I believe that we all as flightless animals have a privilege, no I'll be so bold as to say a right, to not be cast into the air like a sack of barnacles!" He grabbed the hunk of tender beef bits soaked in gravy off of his shirt and devoured the thing in two bites. "How about someone else as big as you? Or two or three of them, you look mighty healthy, fling you across the room?" He pocketed two roast potatoes mid speech, whoever had sat here was having a feast. "Or maybe it's a whoopin' you're looking for?! Get your rump over here! I ought to smack you right in the gob ya portly ninny!" He raised a hand and a hook in mockery of a gentleman's fighting stance. He was quite intimidating wasn't he.

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[MISS FORTUNE]

WATCH YOUR MOUTH

or i'll have to play rough

When Fortuna said that she didn't favor fools, she had meant it through and through. One after the other, drunkards came to attempt assault upon her, only to meet a swift pain upon their forms, and the cold, wet wooden floors as their napping spots. The woman was every bit the demoness as pirates had heard - she was strong, swift, and cunning, every bit as she was devilishly beautiful. A hard smack to the face here, a swift kick below there, the fiery temptress leaping between oncoming fools and dealing them swift punishment. It was almost like a work of art, one might say, if not for the brutal beat-downs she was handing out.

Her attention was shortly distracted by the drunken ramblings of a fool dressed as a Captain falling on his arse upon a booth, standing upright and putting up fisticuffs to challenge the larger men who were soon approaching. She'd roll her eyes before stepping behind the fool in question, taking hold of his arms as he moved him forward in front of him. "Mind giving me a hand, love?" She asked rhetorically, giving him no real choice in the matter. One giant of a man came forward to swing a huge fist into them, Fortuna moving herself and the troublesome drunkard out of the way before she kicked one of those peg legs forward, the hard wood striking at the man's knee.

With the hard end of the wood meeting that joint combined with her own strength, it left the giant hopping on one foot and hissing from the pain as he held up his knee in one hand. It was here that she would turn them both sideways and step forward, driving the heel end of her boots right into the other foot that was left grounded. The brute howled in pain before crashing into one of the tables behind him, leaving Fortune and the washed up Captain to tango with even more idiots. This time, the more average men - but wielding cutlasses.

"Well now, they seem a touch angry, now don't they?", she said sarcastically, swinging the right hooked arm forward to catch three blades mid-swing! She moved the man's arm about in a swift circular motion before moving it off to the side, those cutlasses clattering to the floor before she kicked the poor man upon the three idiots, soon taking up a pistol in hand and firing off a shot into the ceiling. Not only did the very sound startle the crowd, but it got them to freeze in place completely, a lot of the drunken men looking like complete bodied fools within her presence.. save for the few smart ones who stayed out, that is.

"Well now.. now that I have your attention, loves, I'm going to make it very, very clear. Thanks to your bumbling about, you cost me a rather delicious steak dinner, the likes of which I'd never had before. Normally, I wouldn't expect the meat to be properly cooked all the way through, but this time around it was.. special. Some right proper cooking having finally been done. What I want is incredibly simple - to have that steak cooked again, so it may be eaten by moi."

However, in the middle of her speech, it seemed one blaggard still didn't quite get the memo, Fortuna soon holstering her pistol as he came charging forward. She leaped into a roll in the air before slamming her boot down upon the back of his head, forcing him into a sort of fetal position with his arse hiked into the air. With a swift motion, she pulled out what appeared to be a riding crop, swinging down and across and -- SHWACK! SHWACK SHWACK SHWACK SHWACK! Painful sounds of leather upon flesh sounded out as she viciously spanked him across those surely tanned cheeks with it before swiftly booting him clear out of a nearby window!

She licked her lips deviantly as she patted the end of the crop in her empty hand, soon pointing it and slowly eyeing every person within the tavern as she made herself very clear, "As I was saying.. I want that steak cooked and brought before me.. now. If any of you still wish to get in my way.. then I'll have no choice but to teach you to behave. Otherwise.." she trailed off as she swiftly took her other pistol and fired off into the ceiling again, everyone startled, and some even shrinking back in cowardice as she raised her voice like a furious siren!

"Otherwise you can all count on me blowing you straight to Hell!!"

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TAGGED: Jaesom Coroway Jean Levassuer de Tromper
MUSE: Poison

MADE BY SIRIUS OF GANGNAM STYLE

[Jaesom Coroway]

But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?

Now it was getting good. Another face joined the crowd around Miss Fortune. This one was more familiar than the normal thugs. Jean Tromper, formally infamous pirate captain, now a washed up drunk. Jaesom wasn't quite sure who's side Jean was on however. From his vantage point at the counter the old sop seemed to challenge the huntress but then he seemed to switch sides. Not much he could do with his peg legs though.

Jaesom heard the barkeep mutter something. Turning to the man behind the counter, Jaesom quickly grabbed a knife from the counter. "If you think that that drunken fool is going to make any difference either way you are sorely mistaken my good man." Jaesom wasn't going to lose his bet because of some crippled wretch. "If that woman wins the fight, you still owe everyone still standing an ale on the house. Don't fucking dare to think you can weasel out." 

His threat was interrupted by the sound of gunshots. Miss Fortune had pulled out one of her flintlocks and fired it into the air. "Well my good man." Jaesom said turning back to the tender. "That sounds like the end of the brawl, wouldn't you say?"

The former pirate raised his voice so the whole room could hear him. "A free mug of ale for everyone, ON THE HOUSE!" Turning back to the stunned barkeep he said in a much quieter voice, "And two mugs of your finest ale if you would please." When the man hurriedly shook his head as if trying to say no Jaesom quickly brought the knife up to the other mans neck. "I assume you didn't hear me, I said two mugs of your finest ale for myself and the victor."

With the ale in hand, Jaesom made his way to Milliele. "Hello madam. A reward for your victory." He proffered the ale toward the bounty hunter.

(C) ELLIE @ GANGNAM STYLE

[Jean Levassuer de Tromper]

FEIGNED FOOLISHNESS ( tags:  MISS FORTUNE, Jaesom Coroway. words: A few dozen or so) The washed up captain was on the edge of the board with this one. He wasn't sure if he could handle this many drunken buffoons with just him. Maybe if he was in his prime, but he hardly had the time to worry about such things now. He held his stance as they approached. A sudden motion behind him left him startled, but a voice put him more at ease. "Mind giving me a hand, love?" he let her get situated to wrangle his movements like a fighting robot, "I can't say I have a hand to spare, but just this once." He followed her motions and let her lead the dance. The largest of them stepped forward. He felt a sharp kick to his lower leg that shot that peg of his forward. It was a good thing she was holding onto to him else he might have fallen. He only felt a dull pressure as the stick jabbed into the mammoth's shin. He was forced to work quickly to avoid falling as she turned them. He immediately grimaced. In front of him stood three men wielding cutlasses. Jean didn't mind a dance, but he wasn't about to become a meatshield for no one. The trio stepped forward with their blades brandished in front of them. He felt the forceful yank of his partner swipe his right arm around. He had to bend and twist to avoid having any injury to his shoulder, but managed to follow through with her movements. His hook locked around the three blades and flung them off to the side like they were nothing. Before he could take pride in his accomplishments he was kicked forward onto the three men. He flailed as he flew, making sure he was wide enough to effectively floor all three of them. He didn't do much damage falling on them, but they were stunned enough to only flail with him while they were on the floor. He managed to pocked a few coins from on of them before the shot was fired. He immediately clambered off of them with a scabbard in tow. He stood to the side and listened to her speech about her steak. He couldn't blame her for being upset, but who would come to a nest of ruffians for a good meal and not expect a tussle or two. He didn't dare get in her way though. Not his problem to verify or deny her meal. He watched as one of the brawlers had had it with talking charge forward, only to fall on his face and receive a bit of stinging embarrassment in front of the whole bar. Jean just snickered as he walked over and sheathed one of the cutlasses in his new scabbard. He had some difficulty, as it was more of a two handed maneuver, but he drove the blade home eventually. As soon as the beauty finished exerting her authority to the bar, Jean pipped up. "Yeah and another for beating up on someone who had nothing to do with this!" He raised a fist in the air, but no one really joined in. In fact he was quickly ignored. "A free mug of ale for everyone, ON THE HOUSE!" A patron at the bar shouted, though there was almost no need with how quiet it had gotten in the bar. Now that got everyone's attention and immediately the place was a roar of whoops. He grumbled to himself as a green-clothed man approached with his two cups of ale. He righted the table he had landed on previously when he was sent flying, its former patron no where in sight. The bar had dropped to nearly half as populated from those who fled when they got a bruise of two. It made no never mind though. Less ale to pass out. He leaned against the booth as the champ was offered her ale. "An overwhelming victory I'd say, but you get no points for dancing. You really need to work on your disengage. Next time let me lead though, it'll better my reputation with these bums." he looked over at the greeny, probably the smart one for not getting involved at all. "Well don't let me ruin your moment. I'll just wait on my free ale~" He sat down in the empty booth and propped his legs up on the table while he waited. Over twenty coins and a pocket full of food. Not a bad haul today, not bad at all.

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