With Rory out running them on the rooftops they would have to deal with the situation in public, in public and in close quarters. They liked to hunt though, it was a game to them, both professional killers. Blare was the chaser, he could run, jump, and climb, deadly with knives, and deadly with any poison. Native American by blood and by looks. His left eye was a dark emerald green. His right though was adorned by a large scar that ran down over his eyebrow, his eye which was a dead white, and down his cheek just a tad. He had vision out of it, but it was foggy, he couldn't rely on it, generally Blare went off by hearing and smell. His hair was a jet black, that was shaved on both sides, long hair pulled back in a red ribbon.
His partner Fiorie short in stature, flanker, great with guns and swords. Close combat was his favorite, the man was a masochist when it came to inflicting and receiving pain. He had short black hair, his body littered with scars, more than most would try to count. Dark brown almond eyes, and thick black eyebrows.
Blare & Fiorie knew, with certainty, that Rory's crew would be present, They'd been Tailing closely as well. Under the guise of 'Friends', and charming as can be to their targets. Best to get in close, when delivering a killing blow. They needed that blow to draw out Rory. They knew he was alive, though proving VERY elusive.
Blare was silent when he came upside them, drinks in each hand, and arms came down resting on the back of their necks as he presented the ale on each side of their heads. A smile on his face looking at the two lovely ladies. " what are you two lovely ladies doing here?" Blare asked, his eyes darting to one than the other. His hair now looked messy, it fell to one side to give the effect that he had been drinking, and having a good time.
It had been easy to find them, they new they preformed here yearly, aside from the first year after Rory's death. The two women both looked in unison at Blare. Both looked a bit surprised to see the man. Especially here.
Raven & there was Aleera, better known as big Mama, or just Mama. The two women both looked in unison at Blare. Both looked a bit surprised to see the man. Especially here. Mama was a heavy set woman, adorn in colors of Reds,browns, and yellows. A bodice wrapped around her ribs, her massive breasts pushed up, making any man swoon to have her at their side, Mama was a taken woman though. Belts wrapped around her waist, a mug, two rapiers on each side. A sandalwood colored hat sat atop her head, with a brown long plume sticking out the back. Dark brown dreads dropped out from under the hat, but neatly pulled back in a ponytail at the back of her neck.
Raven was a slender individual, but she was built firm with muscle. Her colors were blacks, red's and grays. A corset wrapped rightly around her waist pushing her breasts up in a complementary manner. Raven had cold blue eyes that pierced through anyone with a mean look if she was angry, or upset at the individual. Ebony hair fell down past her shoulders in gentle waves. A gray hat with black and white plumes hung out from the back. Currently she looked a little buzzed, already with one mug of ale in her hand. Eagerly she took the mug from Blare's hand, now both hands full of Ale. Shifting her shoulders uncomfortably she looked away deciding to finish off her almost empty ale before starting on the other. Stopping in her tracks she chugged down the last of it before attaching her mug back to a leather strap, tying it off and answered Blare " Work" she responded coarsely.
"well drink that Ale up, Maybe it will cheer you up" he said motioning to the ale in her other hand that he had gotten for her.
Ravens eyes wandered to the mug taking a sip, it was like candy for a baby in her current state. " Mama, if you're not going to finish that mug…." she said pointing to the mug that Aleera had taken from Blare. " I will gladly take that burden of yer hands"
Two years, two years since she watched Rory get blow down to Davey Jones. Since then Raven had been a wreck off an on, she hadn't been her cheerful self. Alcohol was a generally a must, and had everyday now, her demeanor had fallen, not to mention neither men OR women had ever peaked her interest anymore.
Rory was Raven's lover and long time friend, he had gotten her out of a shit storm in years past with the dreaded Blackbeard. Rory was even her mentor, taught her everything she new about being an Assassin, taught her how to kill, how to hide. For sometime Rory was even her first mate on the ship for a year or two while he trained her. Their bond cut deep, blood was spilled on both ends for one another.
It was when the brotherhood, or known as the Creed informed them they should separate, no relationship was allowed between the two, business only. Rory was sent away on numerous missions, and assignments away from Raven after she had completed her training. Who was assigned her own duties and contracts. They saw each other every few months, sometimes a year in-between. Traveling took a long time on the seas, but when ever they were back together they were inseparable. Every year they had met at this very faire, never missing a year, till last year.
This faire was were they first met you could say. Raven had first met when Rory was far younger, in her teens, impersonating a man aboard The Queen Anns Revenge. That's another story in its self. But Rory put himself before her in order to save her, which worked wonders, even got her her own ship, which is now run purely by women. Mama being her First mate, second in command. The seas were rough for Raven recently, and coming back to one of the most memorable places in her life was proving far harder than expected. The Ale helped though.
Mama Sighed and took the mug before Raven could down both on her own " Finish what ya' got first…." she said before taking a swig then turned her attention to the supplier. " I hope you weren't looking for this tah' get you anywhere with us" Mama eyed the man. They'd met him before. Purely business. Trade mostly. Familiarity only in knowing the other was one who served under the black flag.
" This was simply a kind gesture amongst friends. Not looking to get anything" he crooned, hands raised in surrender. " It's been such a long time since I'd seen your lovely faces. Was beginning to get worried…" He let his arms fall loosely around their waists.
"What has been keeping you so far away?" His voice was smooth, warm and alluring. He oozed the sort of kindness and good nature you expected from a lifelong friend, only he they had known (briefly) for only a few years when they stopped in port. Meeting at a tavern and decided he was good for business, and reliable in the products he sold.
Mama felt the urge to roll her eyes, but her manners won out and she refrained. There was a pause as both women drank.
" Seas 'ave been busy as of late, choppy…unforgiving" Truly she was referring to how their lives had been as of late. The water were calming, slightly, every now and then rocking the 'boat' hard. " Never though to see your likes at a faire? What brings you 'ere?"
Blare looked to Mama with a calm expression " work, making and meeting some contacts, works never over wherever you go" He smiled and then let his eyes fall to Raven. " You don't look to happy to be here though hun"
Raven swallowed the mouth full of ale looking up at him with an unassuming look. "Work hasn't been to kind, loosing some things here and there, don't see how it's any of your business lad.." Her tone was to the point and harsh. Raven hadn't meant to be, but the damn depression that lay about this place was filling her with negative feelings, it made her snappy and a little agitated. " Apologies, haven't been feeling to well mate, shouldn't treat friends like that"
With that she took another gulp of the delicious liquid in her mug. That haze buzzed feeling slowly starting to pick up her mood. Luckily her legs weren't wobbling yet.
"No need; seems you've got some dark skies looming for you both. I'm sorry to hear it-"
"Why so glum? You're too beautiful to be that upset," came a new, but all to familiar voice. Fiorie had emerged from the crowd, as if out of thin air. He smiled his dashing smile, and gave a brief bow to all. Handing a heavy pewter mug to Blare, with its belly filled nearly half with a sharp whiskey. One mug he kept for himself; mead his current drink of choice. "Perhaps the company of two fine, upstanding gents such as ourselves, could lift your mood some?"
Mama chuckled as Fiorie gave his speech about 'upstanding gents'. Gentleman are no company to us. But you'll do fer' now". Her tone was kinder, maybe the company would distract them of their mournful thoughts of long lost company of better times. Mama felt it would be best for Raven. Hopefully. Mama had been having a hard time reading the poor girl since their loss. She could barely begin to imagine that sort of loss, and the pain that followed in tow. She'd be no better nor anyone some if she would loose Titus like that.
That brings us to Titus, Titus was a man of a tall wide stature, and significant other to Big mama, and the only male on the ship, his duties was cooking, and damn was he a good cook to boot. They got lucky with Titus and his wide variety of food he could cook if not creature, every dish delicious, even poorer meals during hard times filled their bellies and made them feel better. He generally stayed on the ship, during faire times he had his own booth to make money for the ship and his lovely wife to spoil her with goods and jewelry when he could. He also would take them to the best booths. Friends booths of food and deserts, only the best for this ships ladies.