A Chance Meeting 0109.29

Crowe quietly opens the door to the Captain's Lounge, and slips into the corridor outside. He is carrying his boots in his hands, and after quietly shutting and relocking the Captain's door, he tucks the key on it's chain under his shirt, and leans against the wall to put his boots back on. He sighs after doing so, looking worn.

BlackBlood had been standing there all the while, leaning on the wall next to the Crew's Quarters door. "Well well well" he muses, grinning lightly. "Seems someone's got a very important mission to do, hmm...?" the teenager's already deep voice ressounds almost like thunder even though he hasn't spoken that loudly. He wonders what the captain will do without his favorite toy...

Crowe narrows his eyes at you, and holds his tongue. First of all, he doesn't want any trouble with you, and secondly he is too tired, and sore to care about your taunts. "What the Captain tell me to do is between him and I." he says at last, as he stops leaning against the wall, and begins walking off down the corridor.

BlackBlood starts after you then "Oi, who said you could go, you good for nothing fish-legged bastard?" as usual, he's in a bad mood. "You better not screw up... " he murmurs in a venomous tone. Those green eyes of his could glow with mistrust...

Crowe gives you a dismissive look, and says softly, "I answer to the Captain Mr. Blood, and no one else unless he directs it." he says low and evenly as he continues to walk. Above all he does not want to wake the Captain now that he is welly asleep and pleased with him. "Is there anything else?" he asks with a lift of a red eyebrow.

BlackBlood lets out a snort, eyes narrowing. "You'll see where this attitude leads you. Goddamned dog... Your only use is to lick your master's boots.. or whatever else" he growls low. "I know you hate me... and it's not secret I was never quite fond of you. However, here there areno friends... perhaps only enemies"

Crowe stops in midstep, and slowly turns to look at you, his own green eyes flaring with anger, but his voice remains low. "How odd Mr Blood, I never would have suspected you as the jealous type... Perhaps it is _you_ that miss what the Captain has to offer. It _is_ true that he was through with you after your 'initiation'. Seems you failed to please him in that manner..." he says with a small smirk on his lips.

BlackBlood takes a step towards the elf, fingers slowly forming a fist. "Annoying brat! You don't know when to shut up, do you?" he did hate the initiation. The experience disgusted him. however it's not so bad on the other side.. He doesn't allow himself to be taken by a lot of people. "And I do /not/ miss what he has to offer, you stupid rotten sardine! I know that I'm only used, like you are, to satisfy his needs."

Crowe looks at you again with that passive expression, pausing to fold his arms over his chest, "Is that what he told you? That you were just a semen recepticle? A mindless thug, eager to do any menial task to please your master?" he pauses to chuckle softly. "You have no idea what he tells me."

BlackBlood hmmphs, crossing his arms "Neither do I care" yes, he was the son of a rich family.. and his upbringing and manners can still show even if he is part of the crew since some time. "No matter... you're just food for the rats aanyway.. why should I care what the captain tells you?"

Crowe simply looks at you, and raises another eyebrow, and smirks, "True, why indeed?" he says then with a quick step, skirts down the hall and up the stairs to the deck.

BlackBlood lets him go. really.. Why should he care about this brat who thinks he's intelligent? This kid won't look so proud when he comes back.. oh yeah, he almost forgot! The kid won't be back. A truly nasty grin stretches on his lips at the thought. If by any luck he does come back.. then hurray for them.

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Crowe returns some time later, he looks more relaxed, calmer, and perhaps, damp? He enters the hall with the stealth of a cat, and turns toward the Galley in the darkness.

BlackBlood is still there, now sitting, his back to the wall, staring forward, eyes unseeing, lost in thoughts. He's already preparing a plan. He has a mission too. Kidnapping children.. Somehow though, he feels like this is bad. He will never disobey the captain though.

Crowe pauses just near the entrance to the Galley, perhaps he can filch a snack before returning to the Captain's Room. He pauses, and listens. Nothing really out of the ordinary is heard by his keen ears, then he sniff, using his nose. With the sense of smell of a bloodhound, a scent, pungent reaches his nose, and turning, he follows it down the hall. He approaches you on silent feet in the dark, then when he confirms what he smelled earlier, a fithy human (literally) he decides to make his presence known with a soft cough as he approaches.

BlackBlood slowly glances at you, then returns to staring at nothing. It's as if you were an object, really. He knows no one is stupid enough to try anything against him. "I thought elves posessed stealth.. you sure aren't a proof of it" he says in regards to the cough. One finger is curled up, rythimically tapping the floorboards as he processes his thoughts into more coherent ideas, intending to form out a plan that could be quickly carried out.

Crowe decides to let you THINK you heard him out and not the truth. If he had truly wanted you dead, you would be already. He could have slipped in and cut your throat before you ever heard him. That would gain him nothing except the satisfaction of the look of shock in your eyes as you died, and a slow death at the hands of the Captain. While he was the chosen Bedwarmer, you were the favored lapdog. "Yeah, you caught me..." he says without emotion as he picks his way around you towards the Captain's Door. He pauses, and turns to look at you, sitting there in the darkness. "Were you waiting on... something?" he asks, or have you a reason for not being in your quarters?" he adds."

BlackBlood turns angered green eyes to your frail form "I have some planning to do. I was given a very important mission by the captain, and I want it carried out as soon as possible, mindless trout" he snarls. "Your little assassin job is easy... and it might just serve in distracting people"

Crowe rolls his eyes at your fish based limp insults, and simply shrugs, you do remind him of a dog, laying at the door or foot of the master's bed waiting to be sent on a fetch. "I don't believe either of us has an easy task ahead of us, and to complete them as directed will be a challenge indeed." he says softly, and pulls out the key around his neck, and fits it into the lock of the door.

BlackBlood lets out a light sigh and gets up, glancing at you. "...you might just be right" he then pats your head, only a bit roughly. It's really rougher than that usually. He's probaly... maybe trying to be nice? "Good luck" he murmurs before heading off to his own quarters. "...you might need it" he breathes out. Well, seems something summoned that guy's soft side.

Crowe pulls his haed away from your touch, and gives you a nod, "Good luck to you as well, though... I would hardly think the children will give you much fight." he says, letting you hear the venonous disapproval of the Captain's Plan in his soft voice. He may be an assassin, but going against full grown men is something quite different than kidnapping innocents. He opens the door, and silently steps over the threshold.

"I have no choice" the soft whisper drifts towards annihilation as the man opens the door to his room. It's duty.. eventually, the children might find their home again.. if their parents are rich enough to pay. Something eats up at him... but he can't allow himself to disobey an order issued by his captain.

Crowe looks over his shoulder at you, and the looks says it all, he does not voice anything for he knows despite your mild act of friendship, you would call him a traitor in a heaartbeat if he were to suggest you do otherwise. You will have to live the ramificatation of your actions, and he knows you know that. "Goodnight Mr. Blood." is all he says as he returns to the Captain's side for the remainder of the night.