(1310-09-16) Nevermind
Summary: Log Summary
RL Date: 9/16
Related: Cheaper by the Pair, Door to Door Inquiries.
ammy gal 

The Port of Marsilikos

Fortune laid the foundation for the grand port of Marsilikos; look how the arms of the land spread wide to embrace the setting of the sun, welcoming a bay of still waters rendered all the more peaceful by the presence of a small island to the south, on the flanks of which the waves cut themselves into powerless ripples as they move in from the sea. But what Fortune gave the D'Angelines their cunning and craft has improved to a hum of efficiency and culture. The natural bay has had its curved shores sharpened into straight edges bolstered with ridges of heavy stones on which the tides have left long mark when the waters are low, algae and barnacles hung onto the rugged stones. Then stone foundations have been piled out into the harbor to hold up wide wooden pillars and the great treated slats of the piers and boardwalks which extend into the bay, now at wider intervals for massive trading vessels, now at shorter intervals for private fishing and pleasure yachts.

The southern arm of the bay is reserved for the great sourthern fleet of the Terre D'Angan Navy, which is headquartered here in Marsilikos, and is ever a hub of activity, the giant slips outfitted to haul the massive warships up into the air for repairs, while further inland on the southern peninsula a forest of masts rises into the air where new ships are being built and old ones repaired in full drydock. Between the naval slips and the drydock rises the stately edifice of the Southern Naval Headquarters, glistening with huge latticed windows on the upper floors. Beyond the headquarters rises the massive fortified promontory of the Citadel, with bleached-white parapets and fluttering banners.

Markets and vendors throng the plaza at the innermost fold of the harbor where civilian and military seamen alike might find a bite to eat, supplies for their next mission, a good drink or a little bit of companionship. Far in the bay, that little isle sports a lofty lighthouse to guide the ships in by night.

[18:44:54] The world is about to begin over again. With the tourney drawing toward a close, Gal's couple weeks of not having a whole ton to do is threatening an end, and he kind of looks it. He paces from shop to shop, boots eating up the boardwalk in voracious strides. Something's under his skin, that's for sure, and the daylight is dying to dusk.

[18:46:56] Ammy has just finished packing up his candles for the night. He's laying on his back, feet propped up on a crate, his head on his arms folded back behind his head in the grass. The fire is dying down, flickering shadows across Ammy's face as several stray cats meander around him. And on him. He smirks as he sees Gal stomping by. "On de prowl, gadje?" he calls out with a playful tone.

[18:52:53] Gal stops— like, mid-step. Rolls back onto the heel of his backmost foot, and pivots slowly on it to watch Ammy lounging with his cat squad. He doesn't even have anything to ay for a second, he just looks tired and kind of pissed off. "No," he lifts the tail end of that syllable in pitch a few degrees. "What about you? Find any little old ladies to rip off today?"

[18:57:26] Ammy rolls his eyes, offering a disinterested shrug, "Dere's just so many people dat I rip off, sheriff." He sighs, and looks over at Gal. "Trouble in de port, and you immediately just assume dat it's me, de dirty Tsingano what surely is preying on de innocent nobles of dis city?" He smiles, laughing a little. "Good to see you, too."

[19:08:26] Gal's brows contract, a stormy expression glooming over his eyes. "No. You know what, fuck you, anyhow," he lifts up his hands. "I've been, like, nothing but nice to you, I don't… look at you like that, I'm the first person to stand up for you when the feces start flying up on the citadel. But you're making it really hard for me, and when you say shit like that, it's like… why do I even bother?" He's not drunk. For once. Too bad. Maybe if he was he'd make better sense. But he is bitter sober, right now, and he crosses his arms, looking at Ams flatly. "What did you do with it?"

[19:15:15] Ammy furrows his brow, and he slowly sits up to look at Gal. He tilts his head a little, studying the man. Finally, he responds. "Relax, Gal. What did I do wit' what?"

[19:21:10] "With the purse," Gal sighs, exasperated, waiting for Ammy to catch up with him. "I figured if you still had it you'd have turned it in by now. But maybe you're just too contrary for that. Would you just…" he closes his eyes. "Send it back, if you have it. Or if you sold it or whatever, tell me what you did with it."

[19:23:55] Ammy pushes up to his feet, and he walks over to the table, leaning his elbows onto it toward Gal. "Okay. No games. I'll help you, but, honestly, you have to do better den dat. Was it a coin purse or a lady's purse? What color was it? How long ago do you t'ink I took it?"
[19:30:31] "The one you had with you at the tavern." How does Gal even remember that? He was drunk out of his skull. But evidently drunk out of his skull doesn't necessitate senselessness, at least as far as Gal is concerned. "It had the moons on it." He seems a little less irritated now that Ammy isn't trying to jerk him around about it anymore. Still not, y'know, pleased, but that's a whole other matter.

[19:36:18] Ammy nods, "Ah." He stands up straight, "Dat one." He sighs, shaking his head, "I don't have it any more." He shrugs, "Most of de time, dose t'ings just attract de guard, so a smart businessman ensures dey go away quickly." He thinks a minute, brow furrowing a little, "Hrm," and he turns, kneeling by a wooden crate and begins moving things around looking for something. "Dis would have been easier if you had just asked for it at de tavern. Dat money's gone by now, too. Why is it important now?" Finally, he pulls out a locket, and looks at it thoughtfully before standing and moving back to the table. "I'm not completely certain, but I t'ink dat dis may have been in it when I found it?"

[19:46:09] Gal didn't figure Ammy had the thing anymore, so it doesn't much register on his face one way or the other to have that confirmed for him. He's got his game face on, he's going to be up all night, probably, trying to track down the contents of this purse, when Ammy pulls out the locket, and he sort of gestures lamely toward it. "It's a keepsake. Irreplaceable. She's, like… really upset about it. Can you just go give it back to her? She's offering a reward, so you won't even have to find someone to sell it to."

[19:56:23] Ammy looks at the locket, then back at Gal. He sighs, sitting it on the table. "You." He then walks back to the grass and lays back down once more. As he props his feet up, he smiles toward Gal. "You make for a better hero den I do."

[19:59:46] Gal rolls his eyes mightily. "She's not going to call the guard on you. She just wants it back. You can just lie and say you found it somewhere, or that someone sold it to you or something." Maybe he's reading Ammy all wrong, but that's what he assumes Ammy is actually concerned about. But he does pick up the locket, no less, as though worried about letting it sit on the table in the open. Like it might disappear again. He takes a second to look it over.

[20:01:33] Before Gal can open it, Ammy notes, "It has hair inside. It's kind of gross." He sniffs, and shakes his head, "If de guard was going to arrest me, you already would have. I'm serious." He waves off into the air, "Be a hero. You'll wear it well."

[20:17:20] "Fine, whatever," Gal isn't going to sit here and try to persuade Ammy to take the reward money. He's sure not going to take it, either, but he'll at least make sure it gets home. "It would have maybe been heroic if I had, you know, stopped you before it happened. Instead I looked the other way because I thought you were …" he breaks off, shaking his head. "I wanted to like you. I'm such a fucking idiot. I don't even know what's the matter with me. Nevermind, OK? I'll see y— bye," he adjusts his farewell.

[20:19:18] Ammy furrows his brow, trying to figure out what Gal is all about here. He sighs again. "You t'ought I was what?" He swallows, and once again, pushes himself to sitting up. "I don't know what's de matter wit' you anyway. What's going on, gadje?"

[20:26:59] Gal looks down at the locket in his palm, then back over his shoulder at Ammy. "Nothing. It's not a you problem, it's a me problem," he answers. "There's definitely something the matter with me," he shakes his head, not bothering to put the locket in a pocket. It might get tangled in there, after all. Or stolen again. Or come open and leave him with a hair pocket.

[20:30:21] Ammy didn't like that response at all. He rises up to his feet. "Gal." He cocks his head a bit to the side, swallowing, before simply telling him, "When you get dat locket where it needs to go, come back her. Okay? Let me buy you an ale."

[20:40:32] Gal should say something, but it would only keep him here the longer. "Kay," he finally just answers— whether or not simply to appease, it's hard to tell. I guess we'll have to see whether he comes back.

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