Leoni Port
 

A particularly large man let out a booming, drunken laugh. Clutching his side and falling into a chair, he took a swig of a crude looking beverage called "FIRE WATER" with the illustration of an 'Indian' passed out with the beer in hand, and armored man with a musket making off with the intoxicated Indian's belongings. Dropping the empty bottle on the ground, Onaudon calms himself.

"Jesus, showed that bitch," With a final laugh, the man looks for a clock, "What the hell time is it?"

"Past time for you guys to shut the fuck up." A disgruntled, sleepy voice wavers out of the adjacent room. The bedroom door opens, spilling out a lanky woman in her early 20's. Scantily clothed and bedheaded, Sedia snatches the "FIRE WATER" from Onaudon and sniffs at it, pulling a sour face. "Can't you at least find better shit to drown yourself in?"

The skinny, dirty looking white haired man leaned back in his chair, his feet on *** table. He looked back at the woman, his head upside down. The lower part of his face, below his nose, was black and rotting, decomposing even. His yellow fangs could be seen clearly even with a closed mouth. He laughed hard and fell back to the ground. He crawled over to Sedia and snatched the bottle of booze. Standing, he wobbled over to the table and gulped down a ra***r large huff of the stuff, and after which took a shot of a thick, red beverage.

"Shut up, sit down, and drink some God damn FIRE WATER! We made it yesterday, you'd love it."

Onaudon snatches a new bottle, snickering to himself, "Red man like Fire Water!"

Chuckling to himself, he takes a swig and stands, "Yeah yeah, piss of Sedia. Ya look like you just had an evening with half of Leoni."

"Oh, piss off. Maybe you two should be getting us employees instead of concoting this rot all day. Then we could get the hell off this bloody boat." She slides into the chair, sipping at the brew. "Still," she reasoned, "it could be worse. This shit could taste worse. This boat could be smaller. They could smell worse." She chuckles to herself.

Sadik eyes her and giggles. "Hey, we still need an extra hand, one you're not keen on giving us with our missions. Anyways, we don't do small-time bull shit. If you want to go out into that fucking jungle and go find us an employer, be my guest. Just don't get eaten by a snake or something..." He takes another swig of the booze and a shot of the red liquid. "...or raped by a snake... or something with tentacles!" Sadik bursts out laughing, hitting the table with his fist.

"You shut the hell up! The Pussywillow II is the finest ship I've ever sailed since Pussywillow I, and it's your fault it burned down anyway." He takes another swing, finding a clock, "Like she hasn't fucked a snake."

"Fuck you both." She snarls, standing up. Her short temper lost, Sedia snatches their drinks from them and throws them into the sink, ignoring the shatter of glass. "Get your lazy asses moving. I want a new employer or employees tomorrow, and I ain't takin' anymore of your bullshit!"

Sadik stands quick and grabs Sedia by her shoulders and pins her to the wall, a mean sneer on his face. "Since when were you wearin' the captains pants on this ship, huh? Remember why you're still alive, wench." Sadik relaxes his grip and straightens his rather ragged coat, rgaining composure. "We'll come up with something soon enough. You need to learn to relax. Both Onaudon and I can live without money, we just like the convenience."

Sedia snarls back, but isn't stupid enough to work against Sadik. She slides up next to him and softly coils her arm around his waist. "You may not need money, Sadik dear," her voice is soft, femine, entrancing. Many a man had been lured into their death by that tone. "but I do. I'm not cut for this life. I need money."

Onaudon let out a high-pitched scream as the look on his face resembled that of a child who had just discovered Santa Claus was, in fact, fictional.

"Those were the last bottles! You bitch, I'll kick your skinny ass into the water!'

Outside, a man walked briharbly across the misty dock, watching the names of the boats as he passed. He reached Axis' decripit vessel and came to a stop, almost hesitating.

In the midst of the commotion inside, three knocks struck the door to the rickety boat's cabin.

Sadik raises a hand and embraces Sedia with one arm, smirking. "Just let this one go, biggy. I -" He's cut short by the three knocks on his cabin door. "Speak of the devil, lovey. Looks like we've got a customer..." He walks to the door and puts his hand on the large knob. "...or a hitman." Sadiks gauntlet-katars shoot out a large blade, covering his knuckles and the back part of his hand. He opens the door slowley.

"Have her answer the door! She's the one who wants money so bad. If nothing else she can make a few bucks off a quicky!" Onaudon giggles to himself before starting to clean up the broken bottles.

As Sadik opens the door, he's greeted by a six foot tall figure, clothed in a black trenchcoat. The figure is clearly a man, his face dark, obscured, but visibly stern. After a moment, he draws open the left side of his trechcoat, and out flies the distinct shape of a low gauge shotgun.

Sadik disappears in a burst of strong smelling black smoke and mist. He reappears atop the crow's nest, grinning broadly. He projects his voice audiably from the top, making sure anyone near could hear him. "Looks like we have someone with a bit of a death wish, comrades. Don't disappoint him, you two have your fun." Sadik leans on the beam coming up from the watch point he's in and looks down at the man.

Onaudon is silent, before kicking over a matress and grabing the AK-47 that was hidden underneath, "You and that fucking teleporting Sadik!"

"Piss off, Onaudon, or I'll find you a deeper hole than the one you're in now." Sedia flashes out, seemingly from nowhere, her small pistol and leaps the distance between her and the man, putting herself inside the man's reach. She holds her gun inches from his head. "Move, and I blow your fucking bloody brains out."

The man lowers his shotgun to waist level and looks emotionlessly at Sedia, almost daring her. Then, in a flash, the wooden buttstock of the shotgun is in the air and collides with her wrist, knocking the sidearm away. In the same stroke, the shotgun spins back around, now held in two hands, levels, and the cold barrel presses against Sedia's stomach, all in what seems like an instant.

The stranger narrows his eyes at Sedia and pulls the trigger. Click.

Sedia gargles an inchorent curse. She stays still, petrified by the barrel cruelly jabbing into her stomach. Regaining her senses, she knocks the gun away with a snarl and steps back. Her blade, a curved dagger of sorts, flashes into her hand. She doesn't move to attack though. "Who are you?"

"If you didn't like her handy's that much you didn't have to pay, no reason to pull a gun, friend," Onaudon lowers his rifle, "But an explanation is nice, sir."

Sadik 'poofs' back into the cabin, sitting on the table with a grin. "I like this guy, he's got guts. Put your shit away fella's, let's hear the big man speak." Sadik eyes narrow, but his grin remains. "You need a favor?"

With the theatrics over, the stranger returns the empty shotgun to his trechcoat. He looks to Onaudon, then to Sadik, ignoring Sedia's question. "Who is this girl? Isn't this supposed to be Axis?"

Sadik giggles and darts his eyes to the woman. "Oh yeah, this is Axis all right. She just happens to be the newest member. You're what now Sedia? 96? 97? Ah, you're young compared to Onaudon and I. Anyways, before any words are exchanged..." He jumps from the table and stands toe-to-toe with the newcomer. "...I want you to look at me real hard. If you're here for a hit, I will fuck you. If you're a spy, I will fuck you. If you're a potential client or employee... you're welcome with open arms!" Sadik laughs at his own joke and quietly awaits the answer.

The stranger looks carefully at Sadik. "I'm looking for a job." He takes another glance around the ship and raises an eyebrow. "I was expecting something a little more... High class."

Sadik frowns and goes through a drawer in the table. He pulls out a peice of paper, slightly stained by red and brown spos of liquid. "This is a contract. Not that we pay attention to those often anyways, but I like to keep not on who works for me." He lays the paper down on the table. "It simply states you're under my command, no exception. You'll be expected to carry out tasks by any means possible. But hell, that's just the legal shit, I'm not always a hard-assed dickweed. ...Oh, and about the whole high class thing, I personally detest the rich. What you're looking at is top of the line, best of the best. ...You know, Jesus came to Earth as a pauper. Tee hee.."

"Jesus also got nailed to a tree and died, boss," Onaudon took a swig of another drink as he put his rifle away.

The potential employee picks the paper off the desk, ignoring Onaudon's comment. "Jesus came to do God's work." He glances the contract over, then looks back to Sadik. "What you do is not God's work."

Sadik crosses his arms, still beaming with glee. "And as you can plainly see, sir, I am an abomination to God. Oh, and with blood please. It may be cliche', but it's a far more sound deal to me than a name. Just a spot will do."

Without a word, he produces a ka-bar and pokes his left index finger. The blood beads on his fingertip. He hesitates over the paper in his hand for a moment, as if quelling second thoughts, then allows the drop to fall.

Onaudon searches for the remote, glancing at the stranger, "What's your name anyway, and besides," Onaudon sits in a chair, "There's not God, not in this world."

Sadik grins as the blood hits the paper and steams. Sadik grabs up the paper and walks into his chambers, going further down into the ship using the stairs at the far end of the cabin. He quickly comes back up empty handed, whistling. "Hallelujah and Amen to that, hairy." Sadik sits and closes his eyes, finally relaxing in his chair. He waits on the name of his new 'friend'.

Sedia tenses, listens. "Strange. I could have sworn I heard...must be more tired than I thought." Regardless, she glances meaningfully at Sadik, then towards the door, pointing to her ear.

"Name's Reiche," the new employee replies. He finds an empty seat and takes it, removing his unloaded shotgun from the trenchcoat in order to sit.

"Ah, nice to have you aboard. Our numbers have sort of dropped, clearly," Onaudon extends a hand, "I'm Onaudon, the crazy looking one is Sadik and the one that looks even crazier is Sedia."

Sedia glances at Reiche. "Brilliant. Welcome to the Axis." Her English accent carries on the still air, and she flashes a quick smile. "Let me warn you now that if you drink any of their rot, I'll throw you off the docks."

Reiche remains expressionless. "I don't drink. Besides, I doubt you could manage that anyway."

Onaudon, greatly distraught that someone both approached the ship unannounced as well as broke the door to the main cabin, rises with a snarl.

"And just who the fuck do ya think ya are bargin' into our home and place of buisness?" Neglecting the multiple arms hidden inside the ship, the large man cracks his knuckles, staring down the intruder.

"You bettah have one fuckin' good reason to have gone and done that."

Sedia snarls, but relaxes her grip. "And why should we listen to your proposal at all? You've crashed down the bloody door and pointed yer ratty old gun at me. I'd much rather see you thrown out of here with a new hole up your ass." She gets up, blocking the view through the window. She smiles, in a deathly sweet way, and looks at Reiche. "Reiche, if you're really working for us, here's your chance to prove it. Kill him."

Reiche chuckles at Sedia. "People don't seem to like you very much." He leans back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head and visibly clear of the shotgun at his side.

She laughs, short and sarcastic. "I don't remember asking you. I do, by contrast, remember givvin' you an order." While her voice remained light, even cheery, there was a definite threat underlying it. She may be below Sadik and Ona in rank, but she knew neither would stop her from throwing her weight around in regards to Reiche.

Reiche shoots an agitated look at the girl, spurred more by her careless hostility than the fact that she had the gall to give him an order. You don't want me to do that. He looks back to the stranger and sits up, feigning a smile. "I guess the offer's declined. How about you walk on out that door and be on your way?"

Upon seeing money and hearing something to the tune of 'stocking stuffer' Onaudon's anger subsides and he puts a hand on Reiche's shoulder and glares at Sedia.

"Now now everyone outta calm the fuck down for a sec' 'cause clearly we gots off on the wrong foot 'er."

Raising his hands and slowly lowering them, he relaxes and looks at Ekail, "Now fella, I don't 'preciate you breakin' down our door but from the looks of that goody bag you gots there there might be room for a lil' negotiation 'ere."

Striding over to a drawer, he pulls it out and fishes in an assortment of clothes before pulling out a revovler, but he doesn't raise it at the newcomer.

"So, lemme put it this way. On account of you're good capable of rembursing us for our door, you get your time to talk. But if we gets any difficulty post, me and Reiche both get to send you to the bottom of the port. How's that?"

Anger melts away at the sight of jewels - nothing too unusual for Sedia. She giggles and simpers over to Ekail, lovingly placing an arm around his shoulders. "Sedia's sorry for her temper...living on a beastly old ship like this does that to you...you're not mad, right?" She teases playfully, squeezing her way onto Ekail's lap. She smiles at him, green eyes bright and teasing, black hair softly luminous in the low light.

Onaudon frowns, rolling his eyes at Sedia. "You can take her back with ya if ya fancy, we couldn't even sell her to the slavers 'round dese parts if we gave em' money too."

Sitting in a chair, the large man listens quietly, scratching his beard in thought, "That's...one very impressive package right there, friend. And as much as it makes me as giddy as a schoolgirl we'll need to do som discussin' 'bout the matter. But beforah all that I gots a question, why us? Clearly from are state of livin' we're not the top of our buisness as of late, though I admit," He smirks, "We are pretty fuckin' amazin'. But I do inquire, why us?"

"Low profile," Reiche repeats. "And disposable."

The large man lets out an even louder laugh, though he does take a serious tone once he calms down, "Well said, Reiche." He glances back at Ekail, "I see your point, but we'll still need some discussion amongst the men 'ere as to what to do. She doesn't count though, so she can entertain ya meanwhile." Ona lifts an empty bottle of FIRE WATER and tilts his head toward Sedia.

"And don't you worry about loss, we're use to that. We weren't always just a trio, ya know?"

Sedia lashes out, her hand becoming a serpent's strike, and smacks Ona across the face, leaving three red lines from her well-filed nails. "I've had enough of your cheap shots, Ona. Keep your bloody mouth shut. I may not hold much voice in decisions, but that is not because I am woman! However, if Ekail wishes for me to...show him around the Pussywillow, I will. While you big strong men make your decision." She glances at Sadik, suddenly aware of his eyes boring into her back. She smiles faintly at him, hoping he wasn't becoming protective.

Onaudon flinches slightly, and brings his hand to his face, checking if he's bleeding. After a momment he lets out a rather loud bark at Sedia as he rubs the superficial wound, "Don't scratch, kitty, the dog gets angry." Finally dropping his verbal attack of Seida, Ona rises and places the revolver back in its hiding place.

A few knocks come to the door as a slender shaped figurem stands before it. her shirt possibly a size too small, and her leather pants a little tight, it wasnt as if she wasnt showing off her figure, a leather jacket holding the only real cover to it. Black hair pulled back into a braid and blue eyes shimmering, she smiled slightly, a toothy grin before knoacking the door again. "The sign says help wanted... what sort of help might you need?...' She gave a slight chuckle, her voice coming accross softly.

Sedia stands up, aggravated and bored. "I'm going for a walk," She mutters, heading towards the bow of the ship. There was a small door that had been installed up there, which she preferred to use, due to its secretcy. As she leaves the main room, she hears the knock on the door. "Let them answer it and get their heads blown in. It seems we've suddenly become the hot spot of Leoni." Looking back over her shoulder, she calls "Get the door!"

Moments later, she steps out into the cool night air. Wrapping an illtreated sweater around her, Sedia starts to take a winding path up the docks, choosing to purposefully steer clear of the main door to the Pussywillow.

Sedia twirls around, surprised that anybody around here knew her name. Her jaw drops a little to see a kid running towards her, yelling her name. She quickly wraps her hand around her pistol and shoves it into the sweater pocket.

"I'm her. Who in bloody hell are you?"


((Wolf gets her own color too. >.>))

The woman watches the two and smiles, her arms crossed. She smirked at the two as they came closer. "Nobody answers the door for a lady now adays..."

Sneering the large man rises, heading to the door and swinging it (almost removing it once more) open, "Alright now who is it?" Onaudon was growing impatient with these constant visits.

She smiled slightly. "Nice to see people more my style..." she looked at Ona, looking up to his face. 'your a big one./.." She came closer and smiled an enticing smile. "I bet your the forcful type...' she looked over to Ekail and raised an eye brow. "long time no see Akail... surprised you havnt tried to kill your old 'friend' Shiera yet..."

She returned the motion with her own, smirking as well. "Well, play your cards right, and God may not be the only one fucking with you..." She looked around, crossing her arms, her breasts propped slughtly from doing so. "Although..." She smiled slightly, her vampiric teath extending a short amount. "Some of your comrades do look... rather nice..."

She smiled, pressing her body against his. They both knew it was just playing. "I have been rather in a rutt... it seems that our of friend sarith (not of estacia talk... god, i need to stop naming people sarith...) never came back from his crucade... things happen i sapose." Her smile faded for the brifest of moments before a new glimmer pranced into her eyes. "Another 'one like me' eh?... could be interesting." She winked. "And nice gun. Custom job or found?"

She smiled. "Oh i bet you were well 'equiped' before you got such a big gun..." She smiled a sly smirk and let go of him and backed away slowly, holding the smirk. "The more the marier I sapose." She chuckled and looked around the room. "I'm sorry folks, Ekail and i just had some remenessying to do... although i am very interested in whatever... help you may need..."