Tuesday [Toppa, Mission]

[Evelynn Dmitri]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=width,550,bTable] [atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable] [STYLE=text-align: justify; overflow: auto; height: 420px] Eve yawned and stretched as the rays of the sun became too demanding to ignore, blearily opening her eyes to the world. After the somewhat... tumultuous events of last night, she felt sore, but pleasantly relaxed and in a strangely good mood. The mood was spoiled somewhat when the cause of her current content state of affair was nowhere to be seen. "Bastard. Didn't give me a chance to sneak out first. I'll get him for this later." Clambering slowly out of bed, she moved over to her drawers in her room, ignoring the clothes on the ground that had been shed the night before. Rummaging around, she found a pair of panties and her shorts and put them on. Pulling on a blue sweatshirt, she scratched her head, exacerbating her unruly mop of hair, before bracing herself as she opened the door, squinting in the early morning sun. Moving across the ship to the small room set aside for training, she kicked open the door and peered inside. "Eastwood, there you are. Stop practising, I have a job for us." Waiting for the man to make his way over to her before explaining, she crossed her arms and leant against the door frame, enjoying the view. Yes, she was going to enjoy her time here with the Pirates of the Black Rose. [/style]

[CLINT EASTWOOD]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #643838; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 24px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 24px; margin-left: -4px;]MY BOY BUILDS COFFINS FOR THE RICH AND THE POOR. [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝KINGS AND QUEENS HAVE ALL KNOCKED ON HIS DOOR. BEGGARS AND LIARS, GYPSIES AND THIEVES. THEY ALL GO TO HIM BECAUSE HE'S SO EAGER TO PLEASE. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #643838 8px solid;] █ He had gotten up this morning at the same approximate hour he got up everyday, at about 4-5 AM. But to be honest, this morning was extra tiring, considering that the amount of time he had spent the whole of yesterday awake with physical activity. Great workout, great fun, and a girl who can do just as much as he can, pretty damn hard to find. He did have a mild concussion this morning though, which resulted in a mild headache and a serious lack of will in getting up at such a horrible time. But he forced himself to regardless, it didn't feel right if he didn't practice his skills. He hadn't noticed the sun rising up, so intent was his focus on his kata that he had almost forgotten about his fatigue. That was, until-- BANG! "Eastwood, there you are. Stop practising, I have a job for us." That sudden sound made him accidentally cut through the practice doll that had just been made. At first he was slightly agitated, and then he felt a smile grow as he imagined Nathaniel getting pissed over this. He quickly tilted his head from side to side, cracking his neck, then gave his upper torso a quick spin to both sides to crack his spine. "Does it involve resources or sexual activity?" He simply stated, before looking at Dmitri. "Whatever, I'm game, what're we doing?" He had the subtle impression that whatever Dmitri was planning was going to involve quite a bit of blood and misery. Not that he minded blood, or misery. He pulled himself from the dingy room and out into the cold open air. "But I have to say, if you wanted to date me, you could have just asked Dmitri." [/style]

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[Evelynn Dmitri]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=width,550,bTable] [atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable] [STYLE=text-align: justify; overflow: auto; height: 420px] Eve watched as Clint accidentally cleaved through one of the training dummies Nathaniel had made for use and giggled softly to herself. CLint was a rather graceful man by nature, so watching him act so clumsily was amusing, to say the least. Hiding her smile, but not managing to keep her mirth from her eyes as he turned around, she waited as he stretched out, cracking the bones in his body. "Does it involve resources or sexual activity? Whatever, I'm game, what're we doing?" She grinned at him. This was not the grin a man would make at something funny, nor was it the sort of grin a man might make at the completion of a hard job, well done. This was the grin a shark would wear just before eating it's prey- pitiless, sardonic, and taking a sadistic pleasure in it's activities. Needless to say, Eve enjoyed thinking about the plan she'd cooked up. "If you do it properly, Eastwood, we may get both. Recently, the marines in this town managed to crack down on a smuggler ring, confiscating a large amount of drugs to use as evidence. The evidence is under light guard at the Marine base, due to be transported soon. While it's being transported, the guards will be wary, alert- as they should be, because it's easiest to take their cargo while it's being moved." She cracked her knuckles, anticipating a similar glee at the prospect of upcoming mayhem from the man before her at her next statement. "That's why we're not going to attack them when it's being moved. Instead, we're going to invade their base and take those drugs from them while their guards are down. They should sell for a pretty penny once we have them in our possession, and the marines will never expect a pirate crew, let alone just the two of us to mount an assault on their own grounds. They won't know what hit them." Enjoying the look on his face as she laid out her plan, Eve waited for him to make his way out of the room. Caught up as she was in her decadent imagination of the money she'd make, she almost missed his sardonic remark as he followed her out of the training room. "But I have to say, if you wanted to date me, you could have just asked Dmitri." Turning her head and watching him slyly, she winked at him before turning her back to him and walking back towards her room to gather her gear, remarking over her shoulder as she went. "I think I'd rather have the captain, Eastwood, but you have what I need downstairs, for the moment. Just don't go getting an elevated view of your position, it'd be a shame if I needed to find a new toy." [/style]

[CLINT EASTWOOD]

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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #643838; border-radius: 0px 8px 0px 0px; padding: 30px 5px 10px 0px;] [STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 24px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 24px; margin-left: -4px;]MY BOY BUILDS COFFINS FOR THE RICH AND THE POOR. [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 15px 0px 15px;]❝KINGS AND QUEENS HAVE ALL KNOCKED ON HIS DOOR. BEGGARS AND LIARS, GYPSIES AND THIEVES. THEY ALL GO TO HIM BECAUSE HE'S SO EAGER TO PLEASE. ❞ [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #643838 8px solid;] █ "So it's an infiltration That's your specialty. I'll distract the guards while you take the drugs, how you get it out of there though, that's going to be the hardest part." Clint swung his tonfaat her, the mark missing by about a foot of distance. "I don't fail though, we can probably start." He simply said, and then proceeded to head off into the docks. His eye twitched slightly at her words. "When I get jealous, I get angry, when I get angry, people die. I'm not jealous. You may want to keep it that way" He stated that as bluntly as he began to move off the ship. He was not exactly in a good mood. They arrived at the Marine HQ a few moments later, the pakages of drugs were actually pretty heavily guarded, so Evelynn's shit was spot on. He simply grunted as he stared through the telescope. "How are you going to infiltrate with a bow, that doesn't make any sense." Usually they were long range weapons, and as such Clint was pretty confused as to how she was going to have to handle it in close ranged, small rooms. If she could handle a flintlock, that would be another story. "Unless you have a better plan, I'm going to kill every marine I see, while you go in and take the stash of drugs." [/style]

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