The Clutch (A bar for airship pirates, ragamuffins and other law breakers)

[MWBailey]

"When Cap'n Carton makes up 'er mind, she's usually dead set, in my admittedly limited experience, Miss," Bailey interjected, his eyes still staying focused on teh middle of teh room but now noting every fluctuation in the field and knowing by long experience what each one meant. Everything could still go all pear-shaped unexpectedly. "Just stop movin' yer hand toward that Iron on your side, miss, he said without so much as a glance at the assumably young lady, "and we might all relax just a tad..."

[The Corsair]

"As shaky as my negotiations with these two are I'm more familiar with them than I am with you ma'am. I'm more than happy to silence you with force if you continue these interjections."
He didn't even turn his head as he said it...
"Now, Cornelia, I know we're all less than civil but howabout we play make believe for a moment."
He slowly moved his hands and undid all 4 of his loaded sleeve weapons before dumping them on the counter.
That tesla rig of Bailey's sure is a fine piece. Not one I've come across often actually. But if memory serves me right...

[AlegrahEredschtadt]

Eyes narrowing, her arms move to cross over her chest. Friendly lot they be. Hostile is as hostile does, hm. Lucky they think me little an' 'elpless."
"I don' plan on makin' trouble. Jus' wantin' to find a place where the people be more welcomin' than those folk that think they better 'an me jus' 'cause they got real jobs. An' they ain't easy to silence with a bullet, either."

[MWBailey]

Bailey relaxed enough to lower his arms from their rather awkward almost-raised position, and thumbed the release lever that powered down the Tesla rig to maximum charge but least rod output (thus leaving the field up in passive mode), and took hold of the glass on the bar beside him, finding about a half-finger's dregs inside. He tipped the glass back, drank down and swallowed the rest of the rather-horrible drink, then held onto the glass, thus holding it within the field's source horizon, and rendering it a possible focus-point for the sticky field. *

He noted Corsair's rather smug look. and nearly shook his head. Fine, if the lad wanted to think that the bolts were only attracted to metal (metal made a good target, but it wasn't the only possibility), but Bailey was more concerned with catching projectiles than throwing them at the moment.

"No offense meant, young lady," Bailey said to the newcomer, "We're just sort of a large, gunhappy, paranoid family at the moment...

((*Remember Kingdom of the Crystal Skull?))

[AlegrahEredschtadt]

Alegrah's lips twitch slightly, though her expression remains dry. "Tha' I can see. Gunhappy ain't too bad in my book, though." Despite her rough speech and street urchin accent, the way she carries herself and a note under that rough brogue hides something bequeathing to a finer upbringing than the streets can offer. "An' paranoid ain't unusual in the streets, is it?" Despite the question-like delivery, it is obviously a statement. Her eyes remain hard, showing she isn't one to trifle with despite her size and age.

[CorneliaCarton]

"In my line of work, you have to be paranoid. Everyone really is out to get you. Even your own friends" She said. She placed her guns in her holster and grabbed the Corsairs, fully aware that he could be hiding more on his person.
SHe snarled a warning to him, her eyes never leaving him.

[AlegrahEredschtadt]

She snorts, nodding. "Ain't it the truth. Put a bullet in m'last "friend's" 'ead. Decided to rat me to the officials after 'elpin' me turn up those graves for months." Her shrewd eyes keep sharp upon the exchanges, not at ease despite her posture and voice.

[The Corsair]

"Believe me when you get into trouble with the royal air fleet, grave robbing seems like simple addition as opposed to calculus. Now, seeing as Cornela has somewhat denied my request to act civil I will have to take other measures."
He deftly stepped out of Cornelia's grip, pulled out a revolver and aimed it at Bailey. He thumbed a button on his hip that set off a tiny spark that sent out a radio wave that just managed to disrupt Bailey's Tesla rig for the split second he needed to fire and sink a small lead pellet in Bailey's controls for the rig. A few sparks later the smell of ozone had somewhat faded.
"Now, I don't know how functional that thing is. The tech has got better since I last encountered it. nevertheless, I don't want someone being any more protected than the others here and," he pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Cornelia, "now that we are all on equal footing, I think we're better suited to making some negotiations."
He noticed the scowl pass across Cornelia's face
"Which I'm sure would go smoother over a drink." He smiled at her seemingly pleasantly
He spoke to the stranger somewhere behind him
"I don't quite want to turn away from this bunch yet, they have as many tricks as I do. Please, ma'am, would you kindly move yourself into my field of vision. I do like being able to match a face to a voice."

[AlegrahEredschtadt]

She gave an un-lady-like grunt, voice flashing finer once again. "I don't take orders from anyone, but I'd rather not have lead in my foot."
She stepped forward, remaining a few feet away from the Corsair, posture still relaxed but obviously defiant. At a look, it's quite sure that she could have many weapons on her person, her layered, pilfered clothing a mix of finery and the street, all somewhat dirty. Many pockets and satchels adorn her clothes, a utility belt slung around her hip. A shovel is strapped to her back, caked in who-knows-what, blood and gore just as likely as dirt.

[MWBailey]

The Corsair did not have time to react to the fetching young graverobber's compliance; while hew was distracted with Cornelia, Bailey responded precipitously; he thumbed up the backup control harness, simultaneously spinning the source unit manually, and zapped the Corsair between the eyes, knocking him out cold, and incidentally shorting out the fellow's field disruption belt. The stunned Corsairs pistol slid out of his suddenly- limp hand, and thudded dully on the floor beside him.

Then, Bailey spread his wings fully, grabbed the Corsair by the lapels, and flew him outside the bar and deposited him in the alley and propped him up against a horse-ring post, completely disarming the fellow (including the various hidden items), before retracting and partially re-miniaturizing his wings, returning inside before the Corsair woke up again, to deposit the said items on the bar.

"This is getting to be a regular occurrence with him, he said. "I did warn him," the winged smuggler intoned conversationally. "In fact, I let him off easy and didn't make a coffin a necessary new accessory. I wonder if I should go ahead and kill him outright...." He said thoughtfully.

((adjusted the bit about Cornelia shooting Corsair in the foot; not really feasible when he had the drop on her, is it?))

[AlegrahEredschtadt]

Alegrah tilts her head, nodding in appreciation to Bailey, curiously following after him. She watches, lounging against the doorframe. "Hmm.. Coffin's ain't that bad of an accessory. Surprised they 'aven't made 'em 'arder to crack into, what with this recent plague of up-rooted corpses." Amusement is evident in the young woman's voice, a casual smirk upon her features.

[The Corsair]

He came to next to a large brown horse.
Bailey mustve had a back up of sorts. They've got as many tricks as I do
He examined his clothes and brushed off what dirt he could. He went to check his top hat to find that it was the proud owner of a very badass looking scorch mark. He took the moment to smile.
He set off briskly towards his ship where he grabbed what weapons he could find.
When he re-entered the clutch with a little more dignity than when he left he stopped and noticed he now had perfect view of the others.
He sat down at the. Nearest table.

"this time, let's actually try the calm negotiations." he broadcasted with force.

[AlegrahEredschtadt]

She remains lounging against the door frame, only moving so that the Corsair could return. She watches, a wry smile tugging on lips that are much too lady-like for a ruffian's face. "You're a forceful chap, eh? Got to be 'round these parts." She shrugs, seeming oddly at ease with the tension in the room. Evidently she has a few tricks up her grimy sleeves if anyone does more than threaten her harm.

[The Corsair]

"graverobbing huh? I thought that industry was in decline. You seem to be making enough profit to live nicely."

[AlegrahEredschtadt]

She grins faintly, a slightly feral note about it. "Aye, an' that's why I'm livin' well enough. Only a 'andful of my lot left. Means I get the best. They know not to take the good digs afore me or they'll get fed a bullet."

[CorneliaCarton]

Cornelia snarled.
"Alright. That's it" She said. She withdrew a pistol from her holster and cocked it, pointing it once again at Corsair.
"I've given you plenty of warning beforehand, Corsair. Now I'm going to live up to the reputation I was given when I was the Captain of The Isabella" She aimed the gun for his leg, and pulled the trigger...

[MWBailey]

Bailey pointedly did nothing to stop Car'n Carton's bullet. Unfortunately, because the back-up rig was the lower-tech version, he was unable to that or much else beyond the basic load-lifting sticky field  unless he had time to set everything up beforehand using various reactive nodes scattered around the room--which was of course impossible now. fortunately, though, both the rod housing and the generator were housed within an armored cowling behind the wreckage of the main tesla unit, so they could not be destroyed so easily.

He therefore undid the retaining strap which held the mauser in its wooden holster, and also the stud that closed the two-box pouch at his belt that held twenty or so iron grapeshot balls on one side and several stripper clips full of mauser ammo on the other, while unlimbering a wire-wrapped tube from the securing strap next to his cutlass, loading in the end of said tube a single grapeshot, and standing ready. "give the word, Cap'n Carton..."

[The Corsair]

As soon as the pistol left her jacket he had dropped to the ground and pulled out his own pistol.
He dashed back up once the bullet had flown past him.
"you have stolen my property twice Bailey! You," he poured the gun at Cornelia, "have now shot at me, assault me, refuses to serve me despite legitimate payment."
He fired off 3 shots above Cornelia.
Now put every damn weapon away and sit down here now before I bring over the implacable and blow this whole damn shack to high hell!"

(ooc: seriously this is getting ridiculous. If we're going to make a narrative then make it about something decent. You may have forgotten but we did in fact have a somewhat united cause that has now been shunted aside in favor of generating an unprompted hatred of my character.)

[MWBailey]

"You first, dreadnaught," Bailey said laconically.

(ooc: seriously this is getting ridiculous. If we're going to make a narrative then make it about something decent. You may have forgotten but we did in fact have a somewhat united cause that has now been shunted aside in favor of generating an unprompted hatred of my character.)

(ooc.:Your incessant coming in and shooting up the place is not grounds for hostility/hatred? Now, that's rich. Why not let someone else (like the originator of the RP/room/whatever its being called now, maybe) have the floor? Whatever happened to rescuing Abigail? Suddenly we're all supposed to let you shoot a public-protective device out of regular operation (it was for everyone's protection, so that we could all be relatively safe, not just Bailey) and just hold everybody at gunpoint? If anybody is causing the rest of us to hate your character, it's you, not us or me. I'm just commenting and reacting perfectly within character to your character's apparent determination to be an irritant.

Cornelia created The Clutch, not you. She's completely within her rights to enforce the rules she set down. One of those, if I remember correctly, is No Fights. Guess what? You keep coming in and starting a fight...And I keep responding in kind. looks like we're both just as bad, So I'll be a gentleman and back off.)

[The Corsair]

(ooc: Ruix, a.k.a abigail, has not logged on since june. it's apparent she's not coming back so rescuing her as part of the narrative is pointless. I'd happily be the one to point out that Cornelia herself has grabbed me on multiple occasions and held me at gunpoint. My mentions of cocking weapons is something that an armed pirate would inevitable do out of caution, it isn't me holding you all at gunpoint. I even wrote that I took off my wrist weapons earlier. Lets move this along and stop turning everything into a gunpoint blame game. Thank you for backing off. You have made me realise that I have in fact been the cause of many posts involving shootings and I will thus do the same as you have.)

"A round on me to calm everyone down, barkeep."

[CorneliaCarton]

((O.O.C: Corsair, I may have done so, but you are not exactly innocent, either. Thrice you have godmodded, even after I specifically instructed you not to. Now, I am asking you to leave before I get the mods involved. The last thing I need is for my thread to get locked because of someone like you causing trouble. I set the rules down and if you can't abide by them then you are going to have to get out for good. Understand?))

"Get out. Now!" Cornelia snarled at Corsair, aiming her gun for his head, her eyes showing that she was deadly serious about shooting him should the need to arise. She wasn't one for hesitating in a fight. Kill or be killed was the way she saw it, and she had a reputation to uphold.
"Not only have you threatened me but you have threatened my pub and the lives of everyone in it and I will not allow you to get away with that, you insufferable cad! I am telling you to leave before I put a bullet through your brain and keelhaul your body under my ship" She growled.

[AlegrahEredschtadt]

Alegrah tilts her head, watching and listening silently, with curiosity and approval. She slinks among the shadows until she rests against a corner, lounging, though a hand rests against her hip and the concealed weapon there.

[Lord Wraste]

Alegrah tilts her head, watching and listening silently, with curiosity and approval. She slinks among the shadows until she rests against a corner, lounging, though a hand rests against her hip and the concealed weapon there.

The shadow next to Alegrah unfolds itself from the wall and she can hear a low-timbered voice come from the now distinct male shape.
I'd not put my hand there if I were you, dearest. Wraste said Seems there are a fair amount of twitchy, almost preternatural personalities that can sense when you think about going for your gun around here.

Wraste passes Alegrah the shot he had bought for the now seemingly catatonic preacher still drooling on himself at the bar.
Here, you can have this. *grin*

[AlegrahEredschtadt]

She arches a brow at the man, lips twitching. "Perhaps. I'd be careful 'bout calling me dearest, dear." Her lips twitch once again at the irony. She takes the shot with a gracious nod, tipping it back quickly. "Thank'ye." She tilts her head, taking in this newcomer to her picture of the place. Hmm.. seems familiar, some'ow. Seen 'im before, perhaps? Awful friendly, too. Her finer accent has begun to come through, the friendly - so she thinks - person helping her relax further.

(OOC: Aha, you the one whom I'm beginning to view as my partner in insane crime. xD Glad to see you pop up! )

[Lord Wraste]

"Ah, my mistake. I tend to take a familiar air with ladies sometimes. Pay me no mind on that account." *Wolfish grin*

"The name is Gabriel. I came in here after my favorite bar up the street got closed, and it's been a rollick ever since."
He takes a look over and the priest standing at the bar, drooling on himself and staring into space.
"Just don't end up like that fellow," he gestures at the priest with his own empty shot glass. "Never do know what can happen to a soul in these parts."

((OOC: Heh heh, I've been lurking in this bar for about three pages. Figured this was my chance to come in and play again. ))