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Post by WEEGEE VIROTELLI on Apr 6, 2012 7:49:31 GMT -5
Weegee wandered, nearly mindlessly, along the sandy beach, somewhere just south of Ohara. It was late, the sun already having been down for at least an hour, while the stars were brightly blazing above him. His head cocked backwards to look up at the sky, he was a remarkably awkward sight, as he carried himself through the soft sand. He was a tall man, face wrapped in a scarf covered in eye patterns, four 'arms' of it hanging down his back like a sort of cape, while his head was looking straight up at the stars. However, the stranger part of how he looked, or so some say, was how he walked, never once allowing the heel of his foot to touch ground, even in his fancy shoes.
Slowly, he came to a stop, a gentle breeze ruffling his scarf as he smiled. The voices that resided in his head were calm, for now. Jiasha, Tal'm, and Mavri were all asleep, giving Weegee, the Sane Madman, some peace and quite at last. Even though he was donned in a nice black and green, vertical striped suit, he still fell straight onto his back, arms spread wide, and began to stargaze. Now, of course he would seem vulnerable, but that's how he worked. With a slight yawn, he began to think to himself, his mind wandering every which way.
'I wonder if anyone will come out to play.'
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Post by Igrath J. Indigo on Apr 8, 2012 0:19:51 GMT -5
A night stroll upon an empty beach, it seemed the perfect way to relax after a days work as a Marine. He was no fool, though, and kept himself fully armed and aware of his surroundings. Even during his time off, the serpent man never seemed to be able to relax completely, there was always the threat of a pirate attack. Still, he walked barefoot through the sand, the sands shifting as his tail snaked it's way along behind him, a natural motion he did unconsciously. Alone on the beach, at least those were his thoughts before he saw a shadow in the distance, probably had their back turned to him.
So, Igrath was not the only person with the idea of walking alone along the beach, yet this person spread his arms and fell back into the sands. Well, he might as well start up a conversation with the person since they were of like minds, at least in some ways. He continued to walk towards the stargazing man and spoke from several yards back. "Sssso, it would ssseem I am not the only one with the idea to walk along the beach in the moonlight." His voice was soft and strong with a constant rasping hiss to it, an effect of his genetic code being crossed with a python.
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Post by WEEGEE VIROTELLI on Apr 8, 2012 12:38:26 GMT -5
Weegee had heard the shifting sand, just barely audible above the gentle waves. He wasn't really worried, if it was his time to die, then so be it. Fate lead his life, and which way it turned him was just another flick of the wrist, as he said. He was surprised, however, when a rasping, almost hissing voice rose out from under the waves. That was unusual, and caused him to bend his back and neck so that he could see where the voice had issued from.
While still lying on his back in the sand, he observed a most marvelous creature standing there. Placing his hands on the ground, he jumped up in a strange sort of motion, landing on the balls of his feet and facing the newcomer, a smile on his face as the scarf fell around his shoulders.
"Why, it seems correct, for both of us. I was not expecting a chance encounter with someone as unique as yourself, perchance you could enlighten me? I have met a few of the Animal species, perhaps, you do belong to the variety that are known to most as, Talking Animals? Oh, dreadfully sorry as well, do forgive me, but my name is Weegee Virotelli."
With that, he took a slight bow, his grin still encased in the madness of his mind.
"What, persay, do you hail by fellow moon walker?"
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Post by Igrath J. Indigo on Apr 8, 2012 14:54:31 GMT -5
A foot slid back in the sand as the man jumped up and he prepared for what was to come, especially after he recognized the face. His face frowned a bit, the introduction was unnecessary, Igrath knew that face from his pa-rousing of the Wanted posters earlier that day. Weegee Viritolli, a known pirate and one who was crewless at this point in time with few crimes under his belt yet. Civility was not going to be forgone, this man was not such a hardened criminal he could not be reasoned with if need be. "I am Igrath J. Indigo, and I sssssupposse I would be consssidered a Talking Animal now, I usse to be human."
The creatures tail writhed around for a moment before settling, allowing the serpent man to sit, resting his weight completely on the powerful tail. Hands rested on the hilts of his knives, always weary and prepared for whatever might come. "Ssso, tell me about yourssself, Pirate Weegee Viritolli." Moonlight glitched off the green prescription lenses hiding his eyes while his face remained blank.
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Post by WEEGEE VIROTELLI on Apr 8, 2012 19:33:35 GMT -5
Weegee's grin subsided to a placid dullness as he noticed the slight frown, hard to miss when you were studying the person's appearance as he was. The defensive stance also helped raise his desire to become more, 'down to earth', a fight while in his normal state could only end in disaster. Weegee's katana, known to him as Fate's Mistress, hung on his back, the hilt of it just behind his right hand, ready to be drawn should the need arise.
"The pleasure is mine Igrath, and you say you were once human. This intrigues me to a great end, though how you know me to have been a pirate is more, how you say, pressing."
He ran his left hand through his hair with a sigh, giving a quick glance to the stars, cursing his luck in the ruin of his wonderful night.
"I take it you are one of two things, Marine, or Hunter. Either way, you're wasting your time trying to claim the bounty on my head. Pirate days are long since past. So I'll make it clear now, I just do not care for any sort of confrontation. I've been looking for a purpose for my peculiar life."
His pose was relaxed, yet showed the signs of his defensive nature. His scarf billowed in the light breeze, as he stared back at the unusual man.
"So, state your decision. Shall we converse with our words and sensible minds? Or do you wish to test my blade against yours?"
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Post by Igrath J. Indigo on Apr 8, 2012 22:19:18 GMT -5
So, now they were both on the defensive with neither seeming ready to take things to the next level and starting a fight. He needed to find a way to prevent a violent confrontation, discarding his weapons was one way, but it would also leave him nearly defenseless. Still, his affiliation was called into question and that was a simple question to answer. "I am a Marine, the bounty on your head is no consscern of mine, my duty is firsst and foremossst to protect the sscivilians." He rubbed his chins as his tongue shot out, tasting the air instinctively.
"Your bounty, on the other hand, still stands. Ssssomething asss little asss claiming to have given up piracy isss not enough to clear you of your passst crimesss." With a sigh he stood up once again, sitting on his tail was a bit tasking with his present capabilities, yet he remained ready to draw his blades at a moment's notice. "I believe conversssing will be of more benefit to both of uss, ssso tell me why you became a pirate to begin with inssstead." He was interested in this man's past, what reason could he have for becoming a pirate and now claiming to have given up that life, was it only a rouse?
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Post by WEEGEE VIROTELLI on Apr 9, 2012 10:26:44 GMT -5
Weegee sighed in relief when he had heard that the man would converse with him, rather than fight. Sure, he didn't fully trust Marines, knowing his face was on wanted posters somewhere, but he really didn't care at the moment, as he fell back onto the sand with a plop. His legs were at awkward angles, his elbow resting on one knee as it hovered over the sand, his cheek held within as he started to speak.
"Well, where to start. Eh, I guess the beginnign helps, well, at least what I know of it."
He sighed, before scratching the middle of his back with his other hand.
"Furthest back I can remember, was about, oh, three years ago come another pair of fortnights? I woke up, on a ship, though it wasn't much of a pleasant surprise, seeing as how I was tied to the mast with rope and chain."
His eyes remained focused on the snake-man before him, as he told his story.
"I was found on an island, somewhere far west of Illusia, laying unconcious on a beach, not too far from the remains of a recently destroyed building. Course, the building was the only thing there, I knew they weren't lying, cause after I explained i had no clue who I was, or what i was doing there, they let me search the island under close guard.
Of course, as it went, I wasn't able to find very much, aside from an iron safe blown open by some sort of explosion. Thankfully though, inside it were documents, pertaining to me. Called me Subject 21, and my name under it for kicks I guess."
He tapped his head, as he started his next bit of his life.
"The way the papers talked, I was a part of an experiment, willing or not, I guess I won't know, unless I find the person, or persons, responsible. Either way, they had some kind of contraption that was supposed to make your brain work differently, or something. Sad to say, I guess it worked, a little too well perhaps."
He put his arms behind him, and looked to the starry sky with a sigh.
"The Pirates who found me were the Banded Brigade, long since abolished come the death of the Captain James V. Rose Jr. some two years back. I guess, to make a summary of events past, I became a Pirate out of, necessity, so I could find who did this to me, and remember who I used to be. I just didn't have any clue what else to do, since they could have left me there to die, you know?"
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Post by Igrath J. Indigo on Apr 9, 2012 12:38:12 GMT -5
An amnesiac? Well, it may not have been the most common of tales but it was entirely possible and there was no way to confirm it. Igrath continued to listen to the man's tale, a man found unconscious next to a destroyed building by pirates. Then he confessed to being an experiment, the tale seemed fairly credible if not too convenient. The snake man had confessed to being human in the past and experimentation was a logical conclusion to why he was stuck like this. To run into another who claimed to be part of an experiment was seemed like too much of a coincidence.
Certainly, in such a situation becoming a pirate would be deemed necessary for survival, most people would make that decision. Still, simply taking this man on his word would not be entirely wise to take this man on his word alone. Perhaps if they could check to see if the facility was still there in the ruins then maybe that would help, something was bothering him though. "Tell me, how are you sure thisss Experiment Twenty One wasss you? Were the documentsss desscriptive or have a photograph of you?"
It wasn't entirely uncommon for people to relate things to themselves that may be unrelated when they had no memory of the past. "There is something else, I can't sssay I entirely believe your tale at thisss point, but I would like to sssee the fasscility ruinsss if it remains." It would not entirely confirm the story, but the presence of the ruins would make it far more credible.
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Post by WEEGEE VIROTELLI on Apr 9, 2012 16:29:28 GMT -5
He honestly hadn't expected anyone to believe his story, but it was his. He still remembered how to get back to that ruins, he visited it when he could find a ferry heading along to Illusia. He'd left the files there, locked in the safe, and the combination drilled into his brain. 22-4-7.
"I never expected to get away without having to take you there. And as for proof, I left it on the island, so I wouldn't lose it. Locked in a safe on the bottom floor, combination locked by 22-4-7. And as to how I knew it was me, well, mirrors don't lie about what you look like, and the documents did contain a photo."
He remained seated, looking up at the snakey Marine, his face placid as a cloudless sky.
"I'll take you there, not a problem, handcuffed if you prefer it. I've been meaning to hand myself in, pay for the crimes, you know? Maybe then I can turn around and fix myself on a better path."
He got up, and to make his intentions clear, even put his hands behind his back, turned around and dropped his katana.
"Just, do me a favor, and bring my Katana with me. It's all I have left, aside from this suit."
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Post by Igrath J. Indigo on Apr 9, 2012 17:38:28 GMT -5
Well, the man had a quite detailed memory of the place, he had been there recently or made sure to drill it into his memory. It was possible that the whole day drilled itself into his memory as a result of the amnesia. All cases had a possibility of truth and there was no way to tell which one was true, if any. Well, if he was lying, the man was very convicted to the path and story, he had even offered to go handcuffed. That could end up being more of a hindrance than a help, yet he was still considering doing so.
It was that next action that clinched it for the serpent man, handcuffs would not be necessary. His tail moved quickly and coiled around the scabbard of the katana in the sand and brought it over to himself without moving. "I will bring it with us and, should your story check out, I will return it to you. Now come, I will hire a ship for use to go to the Island." He turned and began to walk, keeping his senses open to any surprise attack as he left the area.
[Exit]
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Post by WEEGEE VIROTELLI on Apr 9, 2012 18:05:46 GMT -5
As Weegee remained motionless, Igrath retrieved his katana as he had offered. He didn't mind, either way things went, he didn't want to raise his bounty any more than it already was. He was filled with a sense of, eerie desire, to return to the place he had been found, having been at least three months since his last visit.
He followed the man as he left, his hands tucked into his pocket, scarf billowing on his back.
"Well, let us delve into the Isle of Ill-Fortune, and see what we can uncover of my grissly past. Sane man, once human, and Fractured man, once Sane. How much alike shall we find ourselves? Or how different shall our pasts be?"
He smiled as he continued talking to himself, watching the pure white of his katana in Igrath's hands.
"Lady Fate has brought us a chance, Mistress. Perhaps we can finally make a purpose for ourselves."
[Exit]
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