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 Let's Cause A Little Trouble, Tag Joseph Meier and Meri Du'Bouvier
♠ SKOLL
 Posted: Dec 3 2017, 10:12 PM
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1300 • Warg • Manipulation • Europe


What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

The minuscule dive bar was just a hole in the wall. It smelled thickly of sweat, booze, and the salt water from the harbour only a stones throw away. In the mid-afternoon it was quiet, the only residents being sad drunkards that spent all their waking moments and coin on the place. Skoll was positive they were the only thing keeping this place open. It would have been the ideal place for Skoll, actually, if it wasn't for the scent of the sea, which gave him a headache with it's potency. But, business was business, and he would just need to ignore the painful pulsing in his eyes by numbing it with alcohol.

Meri wasn't the easiest Anti-Guardian to find, considering how nomadic she was. But, with what he understood of her personality, and the fact that she had a whole crew under her control, she was a valuable and worthwhile asset for Skoll. He'd had to call in a few favours to find out where she would dock next. Despite how devastating his years in the Northern European forests had been, Skoll had met and, most surprisingly befriended, a few forest witches. They were a great help whenever he was in a bind, but they were also a bit of a headache. They always asked him to do some sort of errand for their spells and potions. He'd have to collect the eye of a newt, a fang of a bat, or an especially plump child that he couldn't even chew on. If he ever did it wrong, they wouldn't ever tell him, they'd just give him incorrect information. Now this just hinged on hope. They could sit here for hours and Meri may never show up.

This was a fact he had not revealed to his new ring, Joseph, snugly wrapped around his little finger and sitting across from him at their table. The tiny German would become irritated with Skoll if he knew the truth. Joseph might also thing Skoll incompetent, and that would not be in his favour with it came to the little game Skoll played with Joseph's heart.

Skoll smiled softly at Joseph, his warm eyes looking gentle and loving. He drank from the glass filled with whiskey of the same deep amber as the eyes that watched Joseph.

"It shouldn't be much longer," Skoll assured. Beneath the table, his calf brushed against Joseph's.

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JOSEPH MEIER
MERI DU'BOUVIER
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♠ MERI DU'BOUVIER
 Posted: Jan 2 2018, 10:06 AM
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369 • Crazy Pirate Lady • Desperation • Her Pirate Ship, The Mercy
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A storm brewed within the bones of the fabled sea captain, making her pallor limbs twitch and her blood red eyes stir with a burning, restless fire. The Albino Beast clutched a rope pulled taut as she stood upon the side of the ship. Slowly, she leaned off the side of the ship, watching as the harbour grew nearer, and nearer. Other ships had already docked there, modern vessels of different big companies or fishing expeditions.
There was something coming, something big. Something exciting, hopefully. Something to take the itch out of her limbs for right now. To scratch the insufferable feeling of boredom out of her veins would be a welcome relief indeed.

"Captain?" Meri turned her red gaze, her attention stolen by one of her men standing upon the deck, while the others milled about. Some tightened or loosened ropes, others scrubbed the deck or carried barrels of supplies down below deck. One perched within the crow's nest, keeping careful watch with telescope drawn to its full length.
The man held his hat in his hands respectfully, looking up at his captain perched upon the side of the ship like an eager bird, ready to take flight.

"Aye?" Meri tilted her chin up, a signal that she was ready to listen to whatever he wished to tell her. Idly, her thoughts strayed to her first mate - where was he at the moment? She would have preferred him by her side so she could share her exciting feeling with him.
"We'll be ready to dock in a moment's notice." He dipped his head once, before Meri nodded with a commanding nature, flicking her free hand while her other gripped the rope beside her. The crewmate nodded once, before moving off to complete some other task before they docked at the harbour.

It didn't take very long for them to find a prime docking spot at the port. Of course, the ship was invisible to those who didn't believe, causing them to slip under the radar in a rather lovely way. Soon, the pirate captain found herself strolling down the dock, heavy boots falling with a consistent beat while two of her men trailed by her side.

One of them, Haji, was a tall man with an air of intimidation. A black patch covered one eye, while tattoos decorated his burly built arms. His one eye swept over the surrounding area as they walked, a free hand always brushing over the flintlock pistol held at his hip.
The other, Amari, was a snake of a man. Thin, and with a flickering gaze that never seemed to settle upon one place. A certain kind of intelligence strayed within his expression, almost as if he was always one step ahead of everyone. Except, that was merely a facade he gave off, to give him the upper hand within a fight. At his side, he was also handsomely armed with a gun.

Ah, there it was. The pirate captain's gaze finally landed upon a bar located not far from the waters of the harbour itself. She sent a silver and gold-flecked grin to the two men, a jerk of her head motioning to the little hole in the wall. A nice glass of rum would surely soothe this twitching within her muscles, until she could find some way to release this tension physically.

Pushing open the door of the bar, her eyes landed upon the counter, occupied by lowlifes who only wished to drown their sorrows. She hardly cast another glance around the building - that was the job of her two crewmates - they both cast sweeping gazes across the room. Haji's gaze caught upon the duo of two men settled at a table, but soon cast away to eye some other potentially threatening figures.

Meanwhile, Meri leaned against the counter, calling the bar keep over with a flick of her hand. The poor man cast one confused look at the pirate captain's gettup, before deciding he had seen much weirder. The lady captain, however, was quick to order three mugs of rum, slapping a handful of coins down onto the counter with a commanding nature.
Comme c'est très étrange, how this feeling only seemed to grow within her bones? It made her blood boil, and Meri knew there was some excitement on the horizon.


Redemption borne by brigand's blood, A blight upon the darkness. Vengeance is her only ward Beware the blood red rose's thorn.
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JOSEPH MEIER
 Posted: Jan 28 2018, 07:34 PM
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120 • Cursed Human • Conviction • Rheydt, Germany


The ability to speak is no shame. It is shameful only when actions do not follow words. To speak well is good. To act bravely is even better. The typical reactionary can neither speak nor act. He has somehow gained power, but has no idea what to do with it.
Joseph Meier
Sitting on bayonets is uncomfortable.
Joseph was still fighting with the feelings he had for Skoll. On some level, he feared the man was just placating him. He knew what he was and who he was, and had no illusions about it. It was confusing that Skoll was being as gentle as he was now, when before they'd settled in a comfortable aggression. He warmed to the gentility as much as he was suspicious of it. He sat across from Skoll in the bar, nursing whiskey. They were supposed to meet a witch that would help Skoll, and it seemed his wolf had pulled a lot of strings to just get the meeting.

He liked the way Skoll was looking at him, and gently rubbed his good leg back against Skoll. "It's alright. I'm enjoying the atmosphere." he muttered. "If not the smell."

Joseph spotted the three as soon as they entered the bar. A woman, a tall man, and one built much like himself. His calm attitude settled back into the prickly, defensive wall he'd always had up. He gave Haji a defiant glare and straightened up a little bit more. He wasn't going to let some big goon make him feel discomfort.

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♠ SKOLL
 Posted: Feb 23 2018, 04:22 AM
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1300 • Warg • Manipulation • Europe


What doesn't kill me
 might make me kill you.

Skoll watched as Meri moved through the room, commanding it, drawing every last ounce of attention. A testament to her control over the room, everyone seemed to look away at once. It was as if she controlled their focus, which Skoll doubted was true. She was a fascinating creature. She hadn't even cast a glance around the room, moving to her target, confident above all others, knowing her two extra eyes trailing behind her would save her. This woman held not an ounce of fear. It was admirable.

“There she is,” he hummed, moving from his seat. “Follow,” he commanded Joseph, placing a hand over his shoulder briefly before moving away. He slid into a bar stool, further down the way. Now, his eyes were off of Meri, not wanting to draw attention to himself, he instead tried to catch the eye of the bartender who was currently serving them.

After placing the rum in front of the pirate patrons, the bartender joined Skoll on the far end of the bar. Skoll's glances from him to Meri.

“Another round of rum for them and two for us,” Skoll said quickly. He took from his antique leather coin bag the money he owed, easily placing the bill on the counter. He didn't have a lot, but this was worth the cost.

The bartender nodded, took the money and poured five more tumblers of rum, placing two in front of Skoll, and the other three in front of the others. As the bartender placed the glasses in front of them, he pointed down the bar top. There, sat Skoll, his brown locks of hair dangling around his rough face, wearing just a dark tunic, as it was much to warm for furs.

“On that guy,” he said gruffly before returning to drying glasses with a stained rag.

Skoll took up his glass, raised it briefly, a charming smile on the lips he then pressed the ridge of the glass to. That should get her attention fairly well. Cheers, Meri.

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MERI DU'BOUVIER
JOSEPH MEIER
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♠ MERI DU'BOUVIER
 Posted: Apr 1 2018, 10:24 PM
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369 • Crazy Pirate Lady • Desperation • Her Pirate Ship, The Mercy
Chickadee! 47 posts application plotter wanted tracker other


Quel ennui, dark eyes of scarlet slipped around the bar as the pirate captain leaned against the creaky wooden counter, the old watering hole was merely full of washed up lowlifes, eroded by the salty sea air and weathered by age. The feeling Meri had had led her here, but what for? There was hardly anything special about this place, besides the electrical excitement it spawned within her.
Miserably, Meri sipped the tankard of rum given to her, idly fingering the flintlock holstered at her side with a yearning gesture. Perhaps if she started a little bar fight, a few shots here and there, that would quell the excitement within her?

Releasing an indignant puff of air between her lips, the lady pirate reached out to one of her men, Haji, who loomed near her side with a tankard held in his right hand. It looked pretty miniscule compared to his strong stature, and he took a sip from it every once and awhile. Grasping his upper forearm, she gave it a tug with a jerk of her head.
"Eh, Haji." Meri crooned boredly, taking another gulp of her rum, some of it spilling from her lips before she swallowed. Rubbing her free wrist over her mouth, Haji merely waited patiently.
"Aye, captain?" He quirked a brow, while Amari slipped up to his side, awaiting any orders given to him.

"You two, go...punch someone, cause a little trouble, or someth-" The lady pirate was suddenly interrupted by the barkeep who set three more tumblers of rum before the group. Pale brows furrowed, a snarl beginning to build upon her pale lips. We didn't order more, she nearly growled, before the barkeep smoothly replied that it was from...a man.
Her gaze slipped over to the rough looking man, a handsome beard proudly grown from his bulky features. Short in stature, but hardly lacked the muscles of one that would interest the lady pirate. A brow quirked at the charming smile sent her way, hardly inducing any sugary sweet butterflies to dance about her belly.

Moving out to grasp her newfound full tankard of rum in her other hand, Meri smoothly motioned for her two companions to do the same as she began her approach to the man. Did he seek to charm her? The pirate could hardly hold back her excited grin of white, silver, and gold. Oh yes, this would be fun indeed.

"Aye." Meri greeted the man as she neared him enough. Her eyes slipped up and down his form for just a moment, before flickering over to eye his companion. A skinny man, hardly imposing. Pale, yet with dark features within his hair and eyes. A snake of a being. Interesting.
Straightening up her posture, Meri made it a point to tilt her chin down to look down at the two, a smirk playing across her lips as she raised one of her tankards of rum and took a hearty gulp from it.

"Je vous remercie for the rum, monsieurs." A nod of her head followed, as she set one mug of rum onto the counter to her side. She leaned into one of her trouser-clad hips, pale lips parting slightly as she allowed the desire to spread across her pallor features. "Is this a gift from someone who expects something in return, oui?"


Redemption borne by brigand's blood, A blight upon the darkness. Vengeance is her only ward Beware the blood red rose's thorn.
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