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6th-Sep-2006 04:13 pm
It has been about two hours since his “delightful” conversation with his best friend, and fleet admiral Draven Rimington. These two hours were spent doing nothing in particular besides chit chatting with soldiers within the gray building that housed much of the navy’s superiors in Port Royal. It was built for the politics and gatherings of officials that had busied them selves into any form of military action within this “pirate’s” port.

Taiven found it silly to attempt a massive reconstruction of the port. It was and still is considered a haven for buccaneers. Absolute poppycock in his mind to start a “war” upon their own turf, and expect a pleasant atmosphere to continue. There were natives to worry about, or was he the only one that had thought of them?

It is different to chase pirates out on the sea, but to start a battle…a conflict…around small children, that wasn’t civilized. Taiven knew that most men in the military didn’t care for the natives – the races were different and thus made these natives “worthless” – but he also figured that these men were blinded by their hatred. Children are children anywhere – any race, any gender, any religion, ect.

He hated the thought of fighting and killing men for sport – public hanging for example – in front of these children. It would have to be hard upon them, not to mention dramatizing.

All of his thinking was interrupted abruptly by the rumbling of his stomach, and these thoughts would have to be second rate now.

The commanding Lieutenant knew it was raining quite steadily outside but that didn’t bother him at the least – he wasn’t going to take an umbrella, or a raincoat.

Saying his goodbyes to his soldiers Taiven sung the door to the building open and started making his way towards a little restaurant.
7th-Sep-2006 03:52 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
"Talk about it over lunch than," He raises his left eyebrow.
7th-Sep-2006 03:52 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Sounds delightful.”
7th-Sep-2006 03:56 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He gives a quick sharp nod and snaps backwards while slamming the window closed. Draven with one gesture locks the window swiftly, and does the same to his door after he exists it with a large umbrella tucked under his left arm.

Draven just nods at the secretary and doesn’t give a word. Just an assumption – Draven never feels that he must explain his actions.

Just as soon as he opens and hears the fast shut of the door the umbrella is open before a drop hits him. With a fire to his step Draven makes his way over to Taiven, “Bloody good than,” he points with his open hand, “Lead the way Tarragon.”
7th-Sep-2006 03:58 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He walks along side of Draven but not under the umbrella, “You can be so uptight good friend.” Taiven sticks his hands deep into his pockets, and watches the drips of rain fall from his hair that is slicked onto his face.
7th-Sep-2006 03:59 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“You know what I hate Tarragon?”
7th-Sep-2006 03:59 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
7th-Sep-2006 04:00 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Deeper than that…”
7th-Sep-2006 04:00 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“All living and breathing creatures?”
7th-Sep-2006 04:00 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
Rolls his eyes, “Well yes, but more specific than that…”
7th-Sep-2006 04:01 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Your deceased wife?”
7th-Sep-2006 04:01 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Less server than that…”
7th-Sep-2006 04:02 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Less server than that? And not those choices? I haven’t the foggiest than.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:03 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Your dry witty sarcasm.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:04 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
Smiles, “But you did say “witty” so I shall take a compliment when I am given one!” He stops right in front of a restaurant and points to it, “Here Rimington.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:04 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
Looks disgusted, “Quaint.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:05 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“I thought you would approve! You were the one that invited yourself.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:06 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“You could have told me “no” and saved me the disgust,” he walks into the building and shakes the wet umbrella on their floor with no care in the world.
7th-Sep-2006 04:07 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He follows Draven in, “I could have but than I couldn’t have seen your priceless face.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:07 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“God I hate you.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:11 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
After making chit chat with the locals on where they would like to seat, and how many Taiven turns his head to look at Draven, “I know you say you do, but you wouldn’t tolerate me if you did truly hate me.” Smirks, “I know you better than that. You do make it your personal agenda to make those you utterly hate suffer grandly,” He follows the woman down the aisle and too their seats, “And I have seen that great quality in you shine so many times.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:13 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He follows both of them while giving sneers and disgusted facial expressions. Once sitting down he finally answers, “God I hate your sarcasm!” He jerks the menu from the woman and doesn’t greet or acknowledge her while he flips through it.
7th-Sep-2006 04:14 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He thanks the woman and smile at her gently until she walks away, “Speaking of hatred who were the men that jumped ship?”
7th-Sep-2006 04:25 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
Mumbling to himself for a brief moment about “foreigners,” he jerks his head up and the conversation, “Oh yes, that…” Draven leans back in his chair, “Lets see…” He thinks for a while before naming them, “Gavrie Vadim Fjodor, Rowe Audley Dalston, Niel Holgar Christoffer, Magus Abaddon, Shamus Galvin Torrence, Shipley Clark Huntley, and Seward Barclay Oswin,” Thinks for a moment and nods, “And you can bet your ass that I shall find them all, and set them accountable for their crimes against England.” He watches the lady come back and just orders his food without looking at her - he has a haughty nasty tone the entire time.
7th-Sep-2006 04:26 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Seven men?” blinks “Did you say Lieutenant Abaddon was one of them?” Shakes his head, “Shame he had such potential.”
7th-Sep-2006 04:27 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“You knew him? Was he a foreigner?” He pushes back in his chair again.
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