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Post by Denmark on Mar 10, 2010 20:49:04 GMT -5
Aksel smirked and lightened up his composure as the other captain retreated backwards, but he made a point to keep the distance between the two men minimal; he felt he was fairly well in control. Though by now he was confident enough that he had the upper hand- in what, the Dane really couldn't tell. That wasn't important to him, as long as he was in charge as his big-brotherly ego felt necessary.
"Yeah, just like that. Plenty of things come naturally that'cha just can't explain..." He lifted his right hand and examined it as he clenched it into a fist and relaxed it again, grin still plastered on his face which was drawn tight with amusement. He became aware again of his mug of beer resting on the table before him and took a large swig, followed by licking his lips with satisfaction.
He had come in for a good drink and gotten a bit more than what he had planned. He eyed the other Captain curiously, pondering what other rabbits this night might pull out of it's hat.
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Post by England on Mar 11, 2010 12:12:49 GMT -5
Warily, he planted a foot on the ground and shifted his stool a little further away from Aksel with a noisy grind. He didn't particularily like the way the other was looking at him - it was kind of... manic - and any space he could keep between the two of them made things better. The feeling of unease he'd begun to feel when he'd... remembered? randomly spouted on about? ... mentioned Lindisfarne had begun to fade, but left a horrible taste at the back of his throat.
Trying to cover his unease, he took another hearty gulp from his own beer and wondered if he should head back to the ship now.
(to answer your question Prussia! You're more than welcome to crash this party >D Fail!Bros FTW)
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Post by Preußen on Mar 11, 2010 21:44:52 GMT -5
The door to the tavern swung open and hit the wall with a loud bang. The one responsible for slamming the door open in such a fashion stood in the doorway, having the decency to at least look a little sheepish at all of the curious or angered gazes that had wandered his way.
Brushing them off, however, he stepped into the bar bouncily, excited about reaching North America and planning on a one-man celebration. None of his crew had wanted to join him for drinks that evening, and while his cook - the kind-hearted soul she was - offered to go with him to make sure he made it back to the ship alright, he declined the offer. If he was going to get shit-faced and lost and pass out in the street, he was going to do it with style.
He sauntered in, glancing about the room for a place to sit; the place - as it so happened - was rather packed, but he quickly spotted an open seat at a table where two blonds seemed to be immersed in serious conversation. He tilted his head, watching them for a while. After observing their clothes, their mannerisms, and the amount of empty glasses on the table before them, Gilbert decided that they had to be pirates, and that sitting with them was obviously a good idea.
He grabbed a pint off of the tray of a passing waitress and quickly made his way to the seat, grinning like a fool as he sat down facing the two blonds.
"Guten Abend," he greeted with his impression of a dashing smile.
Consider your party crashed. >D
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Post by Denmark on Mar 13, 2010 15:00:26 GMT -5
Aksel swerved around in his seat curiously as his attention was quickly diverted over towards the source of a rather loud slamming noise, which just so happened to be an albino man dressed in a garb not unlike his own. Aksel wasn't the only one staring, either. The guy had a distinct air about him that sort of commanded attention... a kind of awesome aura.
Just as he was about to return to pestering the Brit, the albino sauntered over to their table and greeted them. "Hej!" Aksel replied. He was overjoyed as always when meeting someone new. He raised his glass with the same grin that had been pinned on his face for quite a while now, ever increasing with his amusement, and held it out for cheers. "Name's Aksel, Cap'n of the Æsir, who're you?"
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Post by England on Mar 16, 2010 22:28:49 GMT -5
The second those blue eyes were off him, Arthur sighed a quiet relief - regaining his composure now that he no longer felt like prey. That gave him a moment to notice the new guy, seconds before the man sat down at their table with a hearty greeting. After Aksel's introduction, Arthur frowned down into his cup as another wave of deja vu hit him.
"....Kirkland." he muttered, taking one last swig of his beer, emptying the glass yet again.
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Post by Preußen on Mar 17, 2010 15:59:22 GMT -5
Gilbert grinned and clinked his glass against the side of the Dane's, foam from his beer spilling over the side a bit. He took a hearty drink, then set the mug down on the table and grinned between the two of them for a bit.
"Meine Name is Gilbert Beilschmidt," he told the sociable-looking blond happily. "I'm captain of The Imperial Eagle."
Gilbert swiveled his happily smug expression to the other blond at the table, seemingly unaware of the others' discomfort and unease. Gilbert tried to ignore the jolts of striking familiarity that struck him as he looked at the two. If he squinted a little, and tilted his head, he could almost picture what they might have looked like...the same, but different in so many ways. He shook the uncomfortable feeling away and grinned some more, drinking his beer. His only goal was to drink himself as far under the table as possible, tonight.
Meine Name ist Gilbert Beilschmidt = My name is Gilbert Beilschmidt.
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