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"I'll be a little ways back," said Bright Eyes. "Might not want to give away that we're workin' together quite yet, after all. Don't worry; I'll still see an' hear you if you need me." With that, she slunk away to follow the group from the shadows.
Sure thing! (Ira says to Bright Eyes as he hefts himself up and heads out as well.)
Sennen audibly groans at the idea of having to be patient, but nonetheless, she too rises to follow the treasure chest out of the tavern.
Following the signs to the bank, Klamptrap goes down a handful of street crossings before he finally arrives on the hill the bank is on.
The bank was was vaguely shaped like a chest: a rectangular block with a thin larger rectangular block as the "lid". Columns lined the sides of the bank, ending underneath the "lid". The bank has huge, about the volume of a few whales or sea monsters. Surrounding the bank a few yards out was an old brick fence whose numerous entry gates were permanently lodged open as if it's no longer in use.
Despite the bank being in the same colors as the rest of the city, it looks darker and more imposing up close, its roof extending outwards casting the sides of the bank into shadows and some of the windows having vertical bars.
Just as predicted the bank was busy, a line of people extending from the entrance to the main gate. Klamptrap took his place in line.
Aye, this place looks like it's built to be a prison...
The person in line in front of Klamptrap, a blue serpent girl with wings on her back, turns to him.
That's because it used to be one before it became a bank, it's on the historical plaque on the wall.
She points at the historical marker on the old brick fence with her tail. The marker reads:
THE NEW BARHAVEN BANK
When the great fire that was accidentally caused by two drunks burned most of the city to the ground, the city of Barhaven had to be completely rebuilt. The bank you see before you sits on the very foundations of where the old Barhaven bank once was. Due to crime going to an all-time high in the chaos resulting from the fire's aftermath, the building was a prison before being converted to the bank you see before you once a bigger prison was built. Some of the cells are still intact to be used to contain would-be burglars and thieves to the bank. More information is at the local museum if you're interested.
Interesting building... (Ira comments.) Must have taken years to be able to get something like that right.
(He notes the historical plaque.) So...if they catch someone doing any sort of funny business they put them in one of the holding cells that was here when it was a prison?
Sennen makes a face.
"Aquinos's beard, it's even gaudier up close. I hate this place."
A few steps ahead of the main party in the queue, there's a small cluster of people dressed in identical garb - flowing priestly vestments, white with pale blue highlights. Among them, towering above his companions and, indeed, most of the queue, is a huge humanoid creature, easily over fourteen feet tall, yellow-skinned and covered in thick, bristling black hair, with a snoutlike nose and stubby tusks protruding from his lower jaw. He's currently engaged in lively banter with his smaller, more sedate entourage.
"Huh... Guess they don't take thieves lightly here", Mikaela noted, her eyes looking a bit droll as she gazed at the line ahead, "Egad, this sure is quite the line. I hope they work fast and efficient enough to not keep people waiting here all day."
A bit into the distance past the group in flowing garb, there seemed to be a somewhat refined couple also waiting in line. A thin man with tannish skin and black hair in a fancy suit of many pieces of dark blue, beige, and a bit of green, which he topped with a tall silk hat, and a full-figured woman with skin that bordered on being pale clad in a shortish pink bubble dress, white stockings, and black shoes, all topped with a white, wide-brimmed hat. They were rather close to each other and chattering somewhat affectionately.
Some attentive enough might overhear a bit:
"We're truly waiting for the others?"
For now, yes. I... Would like to gauge the scenario before we start writing the wrong type of scene, so to speak... Regardless, this trip already is proving fruitful...
Attentive enough eyes may see the man in the top hat juggle a few coins between his gloved fingers, although it would naturally be presumed they're his.
Edited by Konkfan7 on Oct 16th 2019 at 4:35:45 AM
Feeling a bit nervous, Victor decides to voice a worry that has been on his mind.
"Um, guys? We're not going to do anything... wrong, are we? I mean, there's really no need... we did get the old man's permission to claim the thing from the bank."
"He wanted us to do this, so if they don't want to give it to us it's fine to take it."
Bright Eyes surveyed the scene carefully, taking note of the window locations and keeping an eye out for guards. The more she knew about the layout, the easier it would be to plan a safe route through, and to find an isolated employee to ambush. She was briefly tempted to cut in line, but wasn't quite ready to start drawing attention to herself.
Her ears perked up at the well-dressed man's words. She quietly crept over to the crew, gave a few nudges, and pointed him out. "Looks like you're not the only ones lookin' to cause a stir here," she whispered. "The good news is, that'll mean less eyes on us, an' we won't be doin' anything worse than they are. I'll let you know what else I spot." With that, she slipped away towards the back of the line again.
The line moved up just enough that the crew can get a better look at the main entrance of the bank. It's the front of an old ship that seems to be built into the bank itself, and it extends quite a bit outwards from the wall of the bank. On the top of the ship is a realistic but fake skeleton in a captain's outfit at a ship wheel. The front of the hull has been hollowed out to make the actual entrance to the bank, and at the top of the hole in the ship is a sign suspended by ropes showing the bank's name and slogan:
Your money will be more secure here than Davy Jones' Locker!
(Ira eyes the sharp dressed man curiously, wondering if they would end up running into them during their little excursion to the bank, as the line moves up.)
You know, with how busy things are here right now, maybe me disguising myself will be pretty easy. (He asides to nobody in particular.)
Melvin is worried by these other men.
"What if they somehow know about the Egg piece too? If they get it before us, we're sunk..."
Something about the Zenpance crew seems to catch the ogre's eye. Raising his hand to silence his companions, he looks over to them, initially curious.
The beaming smile that crosses his face seconds later suggests that, yes, it is. He suddenly lumbers away from his place in the queue to the gaggle of rough-looking misfits behind him, causing several people to instinctively step away for fear of being crushed under his footsteps.
Bending down to the captain's height, the ogre offers a huge, hairy hand to shake, his face still alight with joy.
"Blimey, I thought you were dead! It's so good to see you again, mate!"
Melvin gasps. "Great Neptune! Rolfen, I thought I'd never see you again!" Melvin can't help but hug his old friend.
"I missed you. How are you?" Melvin notices Rolfen's priestly garb. "Oh, wow. Looks like you changed your career for the better."
Oh, old friend? (Ira asks Melvin.)
"This here is Rolfen. He's an ogre who was one of my only friends on Flamebeard's crew. He would spend time with me when he and the others weren't on raids. But when... well, you know," Melvin taps his mask. "That was the last time I saw him, until now. What a small world."
Edited by DrNoPuma on Oct 22nd 2019 at 6:46:03 AM
"Oh, how nice!" said Mikaela, clasping her hands together, "Not everyday you see an old friend like this. Hello there, Rolfen."
From Mikaela's side, Yulrungur slid his eye around and inspected anyone coming close enough to his wielder.
Edited by Konkfan7 on Oct 22nd 2019 at 6:54:59 AM
Oh, great! (Ira nods. He looks to Rolfen.) Hey there, pal! Nice to meet you.
"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Rolfen," says Victor upon seeing the heartwarming reunion.
"'Course I found a new job. I could hardly stay with Flamebeard after what he did to you, could I?"
Rolfen's expression darkens as he says this.
"He's not exactly the type for peaceful retirements, though. I had to abandon the crew in secret, while we were at port. Best case scenario, he thinks we're both dead."
Deciding the conversation needs to be wrangled back into brighter territory, Rolfen tugs at the hem of his robe.
"But yeah, I found God! Or, well, a god. I'm with the Church of Aquinos now! Authorised priest!"
Melvin smiles. "I'm so proud of you, Rolfen."
But his smile falters. "Man... I wish I could've gone clean like you. I tried to get a few different jobs, but it just didn't work out, and, well, now I'm sailing the seas again. I have a new crew, though, and they're all great. Do you all wanna introduce yourselves?" Melvin says, turning to the crew.
"Oh, of course!" says Victor. "I'm Victor. I joined Captain Melvin's crew very recently," he introduces himself to Rolfen.
Pleasure to meet ya, Rolfen. Name's Irawaru, but you can just call me Ira. (Ira says, sticking a claw out for a handshake.)
Mikaela gave a slight bow.
"My name's Mikaela", she said, "Just an adventurer that climbed aboard with this happy bunch recently. Nice to meet you."
" I am known as Yurlungur " the sword sheathed at the black-haired woman's side said, " Assuming you've never met a Regalia before, yes, I'm a talking sword. Steel your surprise. "
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