Corsair's Gambit: Non-Combat RP Thread

[Ascension]

Alexander was unexpectedly stirred from his musings by a rather small Irish lad who from the sound and smell of it had been indulging rather liberally in drink... Alexander would have liked to have ridded himself quickly of the pest and to have returned to his dark thoughts, but we seldom get exactly what we want...

"Ye cahl thus a purty good drahnk? Ah've seen strahnger whiskey bein' sairved ta chuldrain in Scotland! Of caurse ye're a wee laddie yerself, so I suppase it's undairstandable if'n ye cain't handle it..." <You call this a pretty good drink? I've seen stronger whiskey being served to children in Scotland! Of course, you're a small lad yourself, so I suppose it's understandable if you can't handle it...>

[ORegan]

Out of all the things possible, the stupid Scotsman was acting like a jackass after Sean was attempting to be nice to the fairy ****.

"Listen boyo, this crap can barley get my 2 year old cousin buzzed, let alone get me off my horse, American's have no sence when it comes to the drink. and i've tried that puke you Scots call whiskey, you can't enjoy it without needing to ****out your assholes and drink that for a better taste"

[Cardi Doorl]

Ismail's eyes widened, and his lips curled into what could be argued was a smile.

"You are an interesting man. I could break you in half with my bare hands if I wanted, but you talk to me with such bravado. For that, I will forget that you ignored my sleep."

Ismail stuck out a hand. He normally didn't shake hands, but the officers charged with looking after him during the finals had done everything in their power to drill the habit into him. "My name is Ismail Aidid. I-"

Ismail was interrupted by the altercation between the Scotsman and the Irishman. "You two!" he roared, seeming to have forgotten Dieter, "Keep quiet! My ears are filled with your babble!"

[Anonymous]

"I hate you guys."

Amir sat at a table in a local bar with his crew. Corin, the tech specialist, Travis, his best friend and the chief mechanic, and Miguel, captain of their transport carrier, the San Fernando.

"Eh? You're the one that comes into a bar and orders Orange Juice. What the hell is up with that?" said Corin.

"I don't drink and you know that. Also, you guys drag me to this particular bar only for it too be filled with Gundam Fighters spewing at one another, great job." Amir said sarcastically.

"Hey isn't that the Neo Germany dude? S-since when did he get here?" asked Travis nervously "Amir, shouldn't you be a bit worried about him?"

"He's been here longer than we have, dumbass, I just didn't care to bring it up. And that Irishman is the one that was yelling unnecessarily at Miss Ning." replied Amir, now closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair.

"What?" they all yelled at him in suprise. Miguel finally spoke up "If you want, we can jump em."

Amir opened his eyes, "No. Not a chance, and stop staring at them, you're going to get their attention, and the last thing I need is Elizabeth bugging me about not trying to be "friendly" enough to the other fighters."

"Bro, you two get by just like an old couple" laughed Travis. The other two joined in on the joke as well.

"... Did I say that I hate you guys yet?" asked Amir crossing his arms while the others laughed on.

[ORegan]

Sean's random rant was interrupted by some idiot on the other side of the bar who yelled at the top of his lungs "you two!" he roared, seeming to have forgotten Dieter, "Keep quiet! My ears are filled with your babble!"

again with the complete idiots yelling for no reason, oh well, time to start swearing again

"**** off, your raping my ear with your putrid voice forcing itself into the ****** deepest parts of my brain, ***** idiot"

[Ascension]

Alexander was wondering how to respond to the Irishman when Ismail's yell interrupted his thoughts.

"Keep quiet! My ears are filled with your babble!"

"Ah'd lahve ta oblige ya, sair," Alexander said, apologetically, "baht Ah'm afeard the wee laddie here don't understand tha meanin' of 'quiet'..." <I'd love to oblige you, sir, but I'm afraid the small boy here doesn't understand the meaning of 'quiet'...>

Alexander jerked a thumb in the direction of the diminuitive Irishman. If the African wanted to hold a grudge, hopefully the boy would be able to sufficiently distract him. Alexander didn't want a fight, he just wanted a drink...

[ORegan]

"Quite my ****, i'm speaking hte exact same ***** volume as you boyo, so dont be waving your white flag like a ***** at this no talent hack"

Sean really hated how everyone just seemed to be racist towards an irish kid in a bar.

[Ascension]

Alexander slammed his fist down on the bar. Visible cracks appeared in the wood beneath his hand. He stood to his full height, towering over O'Reagan.

"You, chile, ahr obviously druhnk an' disahrdairlie. Don't make me fairce ye ta leave. Jest go. Now." <You, child, are obviously drunk and disorderly. Don't make me force you to leave. Just go. Now.>

[ORegan]

Sean bursted out laughing "Drunk? Sir i havent been drunk all **** day, and how do you plan on doing that? havent ya watched the evening news? or better yet lets see if its on now..Hey Barkeep, can ya turn on the news for a moment"

when he turned on news, there it was. the video of Sean making a fool out of the entire Washington D.C. police department

"I maybe small, but i'm more then a match for ya, know your enemy before you go about being a **** ***** dandelion"

[Ascension]

"Ah'll have ye knew thut Ah'm Neo-Scotland's Gundam Fighter! Ah don't cair if ye kin whip th' entahr American pahlice fairce! Ah kin mair thun handle a pipsqueak like you, laddie." <I'll have you know that I'm Neo-Scotland's Gundam Fighter! I don't care if you can whip the entire American police force! I can more than handle a pipsqueak like you, laddie.>

Alexander crossed his arms and frowned at the diminuitive troublemaker.

[ORegan]

"Oh really, tour a gundam fighter too? thats nice to know of ya, ya dirty **** no q*** *** ******* of a skirt waeing **** would ever be picked to represent any **** of a country"

Sean got pissed off, everywhere he turns there is another gundam fighter that wants to start **** with him


(why would he frown? is he sad or something?)

[Anonymous]

Amir couldn't believe it. The short Irishman seemed to be getting into another fight. Well, at least i'll still have front row seats... he thought.

"Ah'll have ye knew thut Ah'm Neo-Scotland's Gundam Fighter! Ah don't cair if ye kin whip th' entahr American pahlice fairce! Ah kin mair thun handle a pipsqueak like you, laddie." This came from the larger man, who seemed to be getting upset with O'Regan.

Ah, I thought I recognized him, so O'Regan's disputing with another Gundam Fighter, eh? The man certainly doesn't quit.... I wonder if he would recognize me? thought Amir.

"Hey Amir, why don't ya go over there and stop em before they get out of control?" asked Miguel "quarreling like this is only gonna give Gundam Fighters a bad rep."

"It's none of my business, there are at least 4 other Gundam Fighters in here, if a fight breaks out, Mr. Dieter and the other guy over there may become upset, and I think i've had enough run ins with Mayers to last awhile," replied Amir with a small smile.

Suddenly, Amir's cell phone rang, and he merely looks at it and puts it away again.

"Is it your girlfriend calling again for like the 3rd time?" said Travis with a snicker.

" **** you," Amir replies, and with that he turns to look at the growing argument with interest.

[Strike Zero]

Tomas really couldn't believe what he saw. Here he was, heading over to check out that place called "O'Malley's" that he heard about, when he hears a commotion comming from the bar. When he decided to check it out and saw who it was causing the commotion he just sighed.

"That idiot..." Tomas said. "Is he trying to get himself killed before I get to take a crack at him?"

The man he was arguing with was speaking in an almost comical sounding scottish accent, and was quite a large man. For reasons unbeknownst to him, Tomas decided to intervene.

"Hey, Neo-Ireland," he called out. "I'd say you best quit while you're ahead. I wouldn't want to see anything happen to you before the first match."

[ORegan]

(the bar isn't O'Malley's, this is some pissant bar)

"well well, look what the **** dragged in, the ***** from iceland. listen boyo, i can **** you up without my right hand" Sean lifted up his hand and showed the hand that was wrapped in medical cloth, indicating some injury from last night

[Strike Zero]

(OOC: I know. I meant I was on my way to O'Mally's but stopped here instead.)

Tomas hadn't noticed that O'Regan had injured his hand last night. When he saw that, he outright laughed. "Unebelievable!" he cried. "There's no way I'm going to lose to you now. Your strength was already nothing compared to mine, and now you have one less hand to hit me with! Our match won't be a match. It's gonna be a slaughter."

As he talked, Tomas realized that he was only serving to aggrivate the Neo-Irish man even more. But he didn't care. This was just too rich.

[ORegan]

"hey laddie, I've seen a gundam fight you were in, your gundam is a piece of **** thanks to your country being a poor piece of frozen **** in the middle of no where. one good ******* hit, and your gundam's plastic "armor" as you poor ***** like to call it, will shatter. and looking at your **** stature, i can tell you have a jaw of glass"

seriously, why do people from highly insignificant countries think they stand a chance at all?

[Anonymous]

Ohh... a twist... didn't thik Neo Iceland would show up... thought Amir to himself.

"Hey, isn't Neo Iceland supposed to fight Neo Ireland in the first round?" asked Corin.

"Yea, they are... this is getting better and better by the minute," laughed Miguel.

"Hmm... perhaps ya had a bit too much rum there, eh Miguel?" asked Travis, who then turned to look at Amir. "I can tell you want to intervene, Amir, I know you too well not to know that."

"Really?" asked Amir not taking his eyes of the scene.

"Come on dude, we'll back you up" said Corin.

"No, I think you've all had too much to rum now... you guys wouldn't last long against them," replied Amir, quite seriously "I'm a patient man, I'll watch it out, and it'll take quite a lot to get me annoyed."

[Strike Zero]

The smile disappeared from Tomas' face. "Oh of course. And I suppose your Gundam is that much better than mine? It's specialty was... what was it called? Drunkard mode? There's no way you'd be able to keep up with me, much less fight. Oh, and of course there's those totally awesome 'rainbow guns' you shoot at people. Your Gundam is nothing but a big stupid-looking green eyesore if you ask me."

[Anonymous]

Everyone at Amir's table laughed out loud at Tomas' response. It could have been the rum's fault, but who knows?

Amir couldn't help but smile himself, It does look at bit rediculous... though I suppose all of our Gundams look wierd in some way...

Until now, everyone else in the bar was quiet, other than the Gundam Fighters. At this rate, Elizabeth's gonna kill me.... he thought with a frown.

[ORegan]

"this comes from the impitant "man" who pilots the "aurora gundam." some q*** *** **** gundam you have. what place did your f** of a father come in last year? wasn't it in the 80's? guess where Ireland was? top ten, thats where we ****in were. why? because we have better technology, strength, and better fighters. whats the biggest breakthrough in your Gundam? oh yeah, the ice-o-meters, good trick **** head. i have a heat weapon, I'll just melt your bull****.