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Post by England on Feb 26, 2010 8:55:29 GMT -5
(this is me, making an npc post to get Germany started - whoever wants to nab Germany for their ship, take over this thread for me!)
The German docks were one of the most organized and strict docks in the world, a perfect place to re-supply if you were in a hurry. The harbourmaster sent people out to the newly docked ship, got a list of what the ship was needing to load or unload and within a few hours to a day the ship and crew's business should be done barring repairs.
And a new ship has pulled into harbour...
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Post by Preußen on Feb 27, 2010 15:23:03 GMT -5
(Does our Lud even get on? o-o; I'll take him for my ship~ |D <33)
A man in a navy jacket stood on one of the airship docks, an air about him that nearly screamed Captain. Next to him, an elaborately crafted airship was docked, with dock workers and crew members quickly bustling in and out of the ship, refueling and restocking all imaginable supplies. On occasion, the captain would turn to bark a few orders in a rushed East-Berlin dialect, the inflection on the familiar German words slightly skewed.
For the most part, however, the captain was keeping his eyes peeled on the docks below, watching the people milling about in the harbor, searching for those who might have the makings of a good pirate. His crew was, admittedly, not very big, and with the exception of himself and his head cook, there were just a few - possibly disposable - crew members that he kept around mainly for their elbow grease. He needed someone more solidly built, someone more permanent to add to the crew, someone he could talk to...
Not that Yekaterina wasn't good company, or anything, but the girl's English was slightly mangled, at best, and her knowledge of the German language was pretty much non-existent. Gilbert didn't mind this, so much, as the girl cooked well, and she was a quick learner, fast to pick up on the foods that he did and didn't like to eat. After he showed her how to make a proper batch of sauerkraut, she was pretty much set, and the majority of the time, Gilbert was content to let her do as she pleased.
However, Gilbert liked to think of himself as a fairly simple man (even if this was far from reality), and he found himself wanting a little bit more of a companionship, looking for someone he would really have a conversation with. Not to say that he was lonely - him, lonely? No way. - because the awesome Captain Beilschmidt did not get lonely. No way, no how.
...At least that's what he liked to believe. But the truth was, he was finding himself a little...well...at a loss for companionship, lately. And while Gilbird - his affectionately named baby chick - was good company most of the time, the bird did not speak, at least not in a language Gilbert understood, and so he was finding himself a little...alright, fine, he was lonely. But only a little, damn it.
Thus, his search for new crew members on the docks of Germany.
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StarshaSestra
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Post by StarshaSestra on Feb 27, 2010 18:34:05 GMT -5
Yekaterina finally emerged from the kitchens, idly rubbing off a streak of flour on her cheek with the end of her sleeve. Today she was making potato and cheese pierogies with shredded bacon, a sure-fire favorite amongst the crew, and she figured that a small break was in order now that they were done. Especially since everyone appeared to be working so hard.
'Ah, but, should probably be asking Captain first before calling in lunch,' the Ukrainian thought. After all, she didn't want to be getting anyone into unnecessary trouble. Smiling brightly, she bounced her way to the side of the ship, resting her hands on the rail as she tried to spot the captain below. After a cursory glance, she spotted him, and waved. "Kapitan!"
After she was sure of catching the other's attention, she bustled over to the gangplank, taking steps two at a time before setting foot on the dock. Katushya stumbled slightly, a bit disoriented from the sudden change from sky-legs to land, but recovered swiftly enough as she approached the platinum-haired Prussian. She bowed her head, resting her hand over her heart, as she recollected her breath.
“I just wanted to be telling you that lunch is ready for everyone, Kapitan." Yekaterina lifted her head, and beamed, “We’re about to be having pierogies with bacon, and anything we can be finding for drink.”
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Post by orewadoitsusei on Mar 9, 2010 18:36:00 GMT -5
What do I do now?
This was the question Ludwig asked himself as he wandered around the docks of Germany. And it was a valid question. What was he to do? How was he to find a job, a place to live? Each time he had tried to find one, he had been turned away. But why? How was it his fault that he seemed "scary"? He sighed...
Somewhere between Hopeless Causes (ships) 24 and 35, he spotted someone of interest. Said man grinned wildly and seemed to radiate ego, but Ludwig couldn't help but notice him and the girl standing beside him. They looked... different...like him... He wondered what crew they belonged to...
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Post by Preußen on Mar 10, 2010 1:44:09 GMT -5
Gilbert opened his mouth to respond to his bouncy (pun very much intended) chef, eyes still trained on the docks as he did so. But as he began the first syllable of his approval for lunch to be called amongst the crew, his eyes spotted someone - someone who had obviously spotted him, too.
He swayed a little as a light breeze swept past, rocking the ships in the harbor and the ones docked in the air as well, eyes glued to the blond-haired, blue-eyed, well-built man. He was obviously German, that much Gilbert could tell, if not for the iron cross hanging at his throat, then most definitely for his over-all appearance. However, the permanently stern expression was the most dead give away of them all.
Gilbert turned his head toward Yekaterina, eyes still watching the stranger intently. He refused to lose this man; there was something about him so different - yet so familiar - and his curiosity compelled him to find out what.
"Go ahead and call the crew in for lunch," he told his chef, feet shifting on the wooden docks. "Make sure they don't drink too much bier while I'm out."
And with that, he began quick strides toward the blond that was watching them just as closely as Gilbert had been watching him. He stopped a few paces away from the man, hands on his hips as he looked him up and down now that he could see better, and grinned.
"You have the look of a man who's looking for something. Was ist das? Maybe I can help."
Bier = Beer
Was ist das? = What is it?
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Post by orewadoitsusei on Mar 11, 2010 17:13:20 GMT -5
Ludwig hadn't expected the man to notice him, so he was taken aback when he heard the voice. "You have the look of a man who's looking for something. Was ist das? Maybe I can help."
As the German turned to face the other, he realized that there ws something familiar about this man, though he couldn't remember ever having met him before. So what was this recognition, then? But he supposed he ought to put those thoughts aside, for now, and focus on the conversation at hand.
"What am I searching for?" he replied, not quite sure how to answer. He was searching for many things, after all: a job, a home, and even for himself, if that made any sense. But, in the end, he decided to keep his answer simple. "For the thing that any respectable man who wants to eat must have: work." He shrugged. "But I've mostly been without luck. Most employers have a certain...reluctance...to hire me..."
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Post by Preußen on Mar 12, 2010 2:06:17 GMT -5
Gilbert's mouth quirked a little at the man's statement, "Most employers have a certain...reluctance...to hire me..." He looked the man up and down a few more times, eying the muscles that rippled beneath his shirt, the thick cord of his neck, and the hard line of his jaw. His gaze shifted to the permanently stern expression, and he quirked an eyebrow, lips catching upward in a small smirk.
"I don't see why," he admitted, finding nothing wrong with the man. To Gilbert, he seemed perfectly hire-worthy. "Doesn't look like there's anything wrong with ya."
He took another, careful, slow step toward the man, stopping, feeling his smirk fall a little as a feeling of intense familiarity struck him, and he wavered slightly, feeling almost physically affected by the sensation.
"How'd you like to join my crew? I could use a first mate," he grinned a positively Cheshire grin at this, licking his lips a little as he jerked his head toward his ship. Of course, he didn't know what the man's opinion of piracy was, but he hoped that the blond was quick enough to pick up on the hints so he wouldn't have to explain himself in public. People usually shuddered and went yelling for the cops whenever the word pirate was muttered.
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Post by orewadoitsusei on Mar 15, 2010 19:14:34 GMT -5
Ludwig chuckled gently. "I appreciate the compliment, but good luck convincing anyone else of that." He didn't mean to be negative, but it was a bit disenheartening to be turned down so many times. Perhaps he ought to just stop trying so hard and let a job come to him.
It appeared that his new strategy began working within moments, as the other man's next words were an offer...a job offer... But Ludwig was hesitant to accept the offer, hearing the thinly veiled allusion to the man's trade.
Piracy? He knew little about it, never having considered it as a respectable career. But he did know that even the word pirate seemed to attract the police like a magnet, so he had always viewed them as thieves and murderers. Should he agree to become one?
But he truly was desperate, and he needed a job, now. Surely it wouldn't hurt to accept this man's offer? With a small smile, he replied, "Thank you, sir. I believe I'll accept your offer. But, first, may I know the name of my captain?"
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Post by Preußen on Mar 17, 2010 15:30:27 GMT -5
Gilbert held back a face-splitting grin, instead opting for a small, smug smirk as he stepped forward and offered hand for the muscular blond to shake.
"Ich heiße Kapitan Gilbert Beilschmidt," he told the other, letting the wide grin slowly slip onto his face. What could he say? He was happy; he finally got himself a first mate, and he had a cook. If he could manage to snag a navigator, and a couple of other crew members, they'd be set!
"Und was ist dein Name?" he looked the tall blond over again, and tried to push away the overwhelming sense of familiarity that surrounded him. Gilbert was getting a little irritated that this kept happening to him; at this point, he'd prefer meeting a complete stranger instead of someone he felt like he already knew.
"You look familiar," he tacked on to the end of his question, grin wavering a little as he looked into the brilliant blue eyes, then quickly tried to avoid their gaze. The man's gaze was incredibly powerful, and Gilbert was slowly beginning to realize why everyone else was afraid to hire him.
Meine Name ist Kapitan Gilbert Beilschmidt = My name is Captain Gilbert Beilschmidt
Und was ist dein Name? = And what is your name?
((Would you like to join us in Austria's thread? C: <3))
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Post by orewadoitsusei on Mar 21, 2010 19:55:44 GMT -5
"Kapitan Gilbert Beilschmidt..." Ludwig tested the name on his tongue. It didn't hold any significance to him, nor did the name sound particularly familiar, but the person did. Where had he seen him before? And when Gilbert confirmed his suspicion with his next words, Ludwig was sure this feeling wasn't just the product of coincidence or an overactive imagination. They did know each other. Or maybe they had...a long time ago...
"My name is Ludwig," he answered. "No last name," he added hastily, to head off the inevitable subsequent question. "And...you look familiar, too, Kapitan. Have we met before?" Ludwig sincerely doubted that Gilbert would know the answer, but he felt the need to ask, anyway. His usually unwavering gaze faltered briefly in confusion, because this was almost stupid. How could he know this man, and yet not know how he knew him?
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((If I haven't missed the boat!))
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Post by Preußen on Mar 22, 2010 18:11:51 GMT -5
Gilbert felt a small shiver run down his spine at the mention of the others' name. It wasn't particularly thought-provoking, as it was a rather common German name, and Gilbert was sure he'd heard it at least a hundred times before in his life. However, for some reason, when the name was coupled with this man...
He shook his head, forcing a rather fierce grin as he considered the others' question.
"I don't think we've met before," not in this life, at least, he thought afterward, grin sharpening a bit at the thought. He stared the other man down for a while longer, deciding that this was definitely meant to happen, somehow, before he gestured back toward his ship, where he knew his crew had probably all devoured the food Katushya had made.
"Let's go have lunch," he invited, tone light.
((Well, the Austria thread is technically taking place after this one. XD; I just kind of yanked you into that one, if you'd like to respond to it, as well. C: <3))
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