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She didn't think of much as she sat on a stool by the bar. There was something quite odd about the way she was sitting. One would say that it wasn't very feminine. She actually sat more like a guy, though she may not realize it. She had a stern look on her face. She didn't mind the storm. It was nothing compared to what she had been through. She had experienced a lot of storms in her time. Some like this, some that made the waves crash into the ship almost knocking it over, and some that she had started herself. You didn't have to be awfully intelligent in order to figure out what line of work she was in. The type of clothes she was wearing, a little jingle from her wallet that she kept close to her, the shoes she was wearing, the smell of saltwater near her and her tan. Her skin was smooth and soft although you could tell by her fingertips that she worked hard. She had a few faint scars and she was armored. That was no ordinary firearm she had by her waist in a sheath of some kind. Possibly a flintlock revolver. Whatever it was, it was rather beautiful, although deadly. Especially in the hands of this woman. She looked like someone, who could kill a person in a million different ways with just her bare hands. Mostly she would probably prefer to shoot people in the face with her firearm. It was a lot more powerful than most firearms. She had taken it apart and reassembled it many times before and had even adjusted it or tuned it if you can say that. It was the kind of weapon that could cause a lot of destruction, and she didn't mind idly waving it around, probably causing people to yell at her, faint or run away. She grabbed her glass of Rum and took a big swig of it. She squinted slightly. She had tasted better, but it wasn't that bad.

The alarming and ominous feeling of the storm, the noises it made, reminded her of the waves crashing into the ship. A sudden smell of seawater hit her again. She shook her head. Why was she being so nostalgic? Did she really miss the sea that much? Land was quite boring actually, and it was the only place that she felt she belonged. It was a place where she knew where to go and what to do. There she had respect and authority. Not that she needed it of course. She could usually take most people down by shooting them a glare. They knew not to mess with her. She had been underestimated many times in the past and the crew did so in the beginning as well. The crew of the Avenging Angel. Yes, she was indeed a pirate, and a very good one. By good, I mean she was good at what she did. Piracy. She may have been a criminal, but she was just and didn't want people like herself to suffer. Innocent people. She became a pirate at a very young age, because she didn't have much of a choice. The real world. The normal world.. was cruel. She didn't like it very much. But the life of a pirate was exciting. They accepted her for who and what she was, while the normal society tried to define her and judged her. Tried to decide her fate. Her crew was her family. She didn't trust all of them very much. Usually the best thing is not to trust a pirate. But a crew is like family although they can kind of hate each other. It's like having an annoying sibling or an uncle or something. She didn't quite know how to describe it. She didn't like all of the people from the crew, but they were all working towards the same goal. She shook her head again. It was best not to dwell on old memories. It was pathetic, what was she doing this for? She ordered another glass when hers was empty. She pushed a lock of hair away from her grey and untamed eyes and put the money on the counter. She might have another glass after this one. Or two more glasses. Or three. It didn't really matter. The storm was not going to let off right now and she didn't have anywhere to be. She might as well get slushed. The only problem was of course, that she had a high alcohol-tolerance. She couldn't really drunk for some reason. She drank 3 bottles of wine and 10 bottles of Rum and only felt a bit tipsy. Wait, that's not true. She drank 30 glasses of something else once too, didn't she? Most of her crew called it magic. Bloody unfair dark magic. What a bunch of idiots. She wasn't magical.. was she?

Allec notice a girl that drink a lot so he decided to a conversation with her. "Your one heavy drinker aren't ya?" He flips the next page of the newspaper while sipping his lightbeer.

(May I join or is it to late my charachter is really awesome)

( I'd like to join as well)

When someone suddenly spoke to her, she turned to face this person. She looked curious at first, and didn't really know what to make of this person. It took a few seconds before she responded, because she trying to figure him out. "I don't get drunk, so I can drink as much as I want," she replied before ordering another glass. Her voice was smooth and soft. She had been told she had the voice of an angel. Probably the worst thing she ever heard. What a lie and what a terrible pick up line. Her voice was determined and steady. She didn't falter and seemed quite sure in what she was doing. She didn't lie when she said she couldn't get drunk and merely acted like it wasn't a big deal.

(It's allright. I really liked your character, she seemed pretty interesting. It's sad that you lost interest, I know how you feel. I am not really a fan of one-liner things either actually)

Allec laugh a little then he started to introduce himself " Names Allecs Onstone, an unemployed guy who is looking for work. And you are?"

She turned to get her drink, grabbed it and took a swig of it before she turned her gaze back at this guy. "Allec Onstone, you say?" She was considering his name for a few moments. It wasn't because she had ever heard of any Allec Onstone, but then again, she spent most of her days at sea. "The name's Vita, and that's all I'm going to tell ya. My business.. is my business. I'm unemployed, but well... it's complicated," she replied with a smirk. Vita WAS technically unemployed. She engaged in piracy, which of course is a crime and not an actual job. But it can pay well. "I get by," she added.

Allec was little surprise by her words that the conversation is getting interesting. Before he tries to speak, suddenly few men walk to me that they gave me a smirk face. One of the guys said " Well it isn't the Black Dog Assassin, shouldn't be at your cage when you killed your own client 6 years ago?" Allec look at them and replied " I don't know what your talking about and I'm just an unemployed man drinking here and reading the newspaper." The other guy grab the newspaper and crumple it then throw it on the floor and said " Dont play stupid! We know its you! and you know we are the boss men that you've killed...And this time" Both of them grab their gun and pointed at me. "We will avenge him you stinky mutt..." Allec nod his head and stay quiet.

Vita had turned back to the desk and conversed with the bartender for a moment. She noticed the men, but didn't turn around. She merely listened to the conversation. Eavesdropping. Hmm, 'the Black Dog Assassin'? Was that supposed to be this guy beside her? Perhaps he was of some interest after all. So he was an outlaw. Same as she. She continued to listen to their conversation and watch it unfold, sipping her drink. After they pulled out their guns, she took a giant swig of the Rum and finished it all in one go, then turned around and quickly pulled out her own on one of them. "Gentlemen," she interrupted. "This is not the time nor the place. I am sure you're not here looking for trouble, but if you'd like..." She trailed off and hinted at the gun in her hand. It was quite beautiful actually. It was an old-fashioned flintlock revolver, but there was something about it that was different. It was no ordinary gun. It was as if someone had tampered with it, making it look and work differently, but way more efficiently. It was tri-barrelled and it had a sent of gunpowder and whiskey. It almost smelled like it had just been fired recently. The handle was of a dark-brown wood and was bent beautifully. It was a very deadly weapon to be carrying around in the sheath of a woman, but she wasn't just any woman, was she? It was pretty clear that she had taken good care of the gun as it was in perfect condition and working-order. She never faltered, but stood steadfast against them, pointing it directly between one of the men's eyes. It would only take a single tiny movement and they would cease to exist. Her eyes were grey as steel and ice-cold. She meant it. This was not a person you wanted to mess with.

One of the men look at her that he saw her gun and stated giggle a little " Young Miss, Mind your own business! What the heck is that pea shooters of yourS?" Thats the time that queue of the signal that he grab the arm of the men and break it then he gave a smack of bottle to the face of the guy he broke the arm. As the other man was shock that he was gonna pull the trigger, Allec quickly gave him a jab on the lower chin that stun him. After that he grab the arm and wrap it behind then he put his hand on the head and smack him at the desk. Allec upper-handed the man while the others was unconscious, He asked him a question. "Who the bloody ice sent you to kill me?!" The guy was struggle that he replied to him " I ain't telling you STINKING MUTT!!!" Allec was just smiling that he come up with an idea to confess him, His thump press the right eye of the man while he is agonizing the pain that later he confess "OKAY OKAY!!IT WAS THE MAN CALLED DEAD WOLF! THE NEW HEIR OF THE BLACK DOG!" As He heard the answer Allec let go of the man then he grab his phone and started to call an ambulance. After that he grab his bottle beer and finish it and he sat down on his desk.

"Do NOT call me that," she warned the man and clicked the gun in place before she rested the barrel on his forehead. But she was hardly able to do anything before Allec took action. She stepped back a bit as the fight unfolded before her eyes. She walked over to the unconscious man, while Allec was questioning the other, snuck her hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. She then hid it on her person, and placed her boot at his throat to keep him down in case he woke up. She looked over her shoulder towards Allec. Dead Wolf. "What a creative nickname," she replied with a great deal of sarcasm. She noticed that he called an ambulance and wondered about it for a second. "That will not be needed. I've got a remedy," she replied before she walked to bar, got a load of stuff and tended to the men. It was hard to see what she was doing, because she had her back turned. The unconscious man moved and tried to sit up, but she quickly grabbed a chair and knocked him out. "There. They won't remember anything, but they'll be fine. Besides an enormous headache of course," she said and sat back down again with a sigh.

Allec was thinking on what to do next that he lost his thought about it and he just order another beer to calm his nerve. "You got surprise on why they call me the Black Dog Assassin right?" He take a chug on his beer that he another 5 more bottle. He was expected an answer from her while he was drinking but he come up with a question to her" This might sound crazy but...Tell me....have you ever killed someone before?"

When he asks her if she got surprised about her name, she shrugs her shoulder. "Not really. Believe it or not, I have met many people with different codenames and aliases. I figured you'd have one too," she replied without looking at him. As she ordered another drink, she looked at him, while waiting. She didn't say anything for a few moments, when he asked her if she had ever taken any lives. Her face didn't give anything away and neither did her eyes. It might be a bit alarming. "It's not a crazy question. It's actually quite logical," she replied, avoiding his question and not giving a clear answer. "A smart person like you should be able to figure it out. Do I seem unexperienced to you?" She asked and then turned around to face him completely. Her hand rested on the sheath that she kept her revolver in. Judging by her attire, it should not be difficult to figure out what line of work she was in, and if he knew anything about piracy, outlaws and wanted posters... well, he should be able to put 2 and 2 together. She crossed her legs elegantly, placed her arm on the table and waited for him to make a deduction.

As Allec heard her answer to his question, He gently put his beer and look her at the eye "By the looks at your eyes, It seems that you have never take away another life before...It's like your running away from reality and afraid to face it. Even though its true and you won't admit it. You just live with your happy life but behind it...its your fear." Allec come to his senses that he look away from her slowly . "Forgive my words...It's because of this high alcoholic beer I drank" Allec just laugh it out as he drink harder. Knowing Allec can detect a honest and a liar by looking straight in the eyes of the persons.

"Funny you should say that," she replies, a smile spreading on her lips. What he doesn't know is that she's a great liar and good at hiding things she doesn't need others to know about. "Perhaps you need to look at it from a different perspective," she said, seeming completely calm despite what he just said. "I face danger every day of my life, and for your information," She trailed off and leaned in closer. "I have taken another life.. with this very revolver. Seems like you don't know everything," She whispered, and leaned back in her chair to sit upright again. She brought up the revolver and placed it on the desk. She started to wave it around slightly and then continued to take it apart and reassemble it again. Clearly she knew what she was doing, and she knew her ways around a gun. "Do you think I would have survived this long without knowing how to defend myself or take action when needed?" She didn't look at him, when she said this, but only focused on cleaning the barrel and putting things back in their rightful places.

Allec was please by her answered and he was amaze by that revolver and he was thinking that she is like a pirate. Then he replied while he was little drunk " Well...like they said...They raised you good and fair that will make your parents proud" Allec grab his wallet and pay for the drinks "Dont worry it's on me...and its good chatting with you." The ambulance arrive at right time that the paramedics went out and carried the 2 guys, while Allec get up from the chair and ready to leave this tavern "Well I think this is my time to leave, I guess I'll see you around" Allec turn around and went to the exit of the tavern. While he was walking on the street he saw a young ragged girl selling a flower that he decided to buy the whole basket of flowers and after that he went to Saint Marcos Cemetery to visit the grave of his sister. As he arrived to his sister grave, He knelt down and put the flowers on the ground that he felt regret for the death of his sister, because of being a Black Dog Assassin.

(May I join please)

(Sure why not)

(Okay)