Edward Kenway (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jackdaws) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
museboxingring2014-12-16 09:34 pm
jackdaws) wrote in museboxingring2014-12-16 09:34 pm
KENWAY SHENANIGANS
[Edward was on course for Kingston when he woke to find himself in... New York. Blasted New York, of all places, his crew nowhere to be found. As he roamed the streets, His Majesty's Redcoats seemed to take exception to the man. Maybe it was because of his dress. Maybe it was because he was armed to the teeth with cutlasses and pistols strapped across his chest. Either way, they didn't like the look of him, and were accusing him of being a supporter of rebel militia.
Tempers already seemed a little frayed, and Edward wasn't interested in being shot full of holes, so he holds his hands up in a peaceable gesture, adopting his best feigned English accent:]
Now, gentleman, why don't we talk about this like civilised fellows? I can prove I'm a privateer under the King's employ. If you'll stand down a moment I can show you his seal...
[He has no idea what the situation is in these parts of the colonies, much less that there were rebels of any kind, so his bullshitting is potentially going to make things worse. Help????]
Tempers already seemed a little frayed, and Edward wasn't interested in being shot full of holes, so he holds his hands up in a peaceable gesture, adopting his best feigned English accent:]
Now, gentleman, why don't we talk about this like civilised fellows? I can prove I'm a privateer under the King's employ. If you'll stand down a moment I can show you his seal...
[He has no idea what the situation is in these parts of the colonies, much less that there were rebels of any kind, so his bullshitting is potentially going to make things worse. Help????]
no subject
What kind of Assassin was this guy anyway?
He decided to drop the issue regarding the chase, as no one was actually chasing them anymore. Yet. He had more urgent matters to discuss.]
So...you were abandoned by the British? Is that why you came to the colonies?
[Color Connor confused and being sent dozens of mixed signals here.]
no subject
I came to another part of the colonies to seek my fortune -- the West Indies. Truth be told, I don't rightly know how I landed myself all the way up here.
[Then he brightens again, offering Connor another smile. Maybe he can win this one over with a charm offensive. (Conveniently going to ignore that he already seems annoyed.)] Lucky for me you came along and saved my skin, eh?
no subject
[That wasn't a question and he intended for that to not be a question. An opinion was sinking further into the dirt, but he held on to the shred of hope that it wasn't as bad as one COULD expect. So he went elsewhere. Ignoring the how and why, because really, it didn't matter yet.]
Truly, your fortune, not for the Assassins?
no subject
[He looks astoundingly cheerful and not at all ashamed to admit that. Judge him all you want, he doesn't care.
...Okay, and part of him is guilty that he helped lead to the decline of the Caribbean Assassins, and he wants to repay that debt. But his reputation is already low enough with the Assassins without this one finding out about it too, so he doesn't mention it.]
I don't know if you have any Templar troubles up here, but I can help you out too, if you can make it worth my time.
no subject
A part of him was nagging at his brain, probably seventy-five percent of him. The brain told him to send this man away, and Connor almost did. He kind of wanted to.
He had listened to worse and more selfish types, however. He did it with a straight face. As long as it helped the outcome of the goal, he guessed. One mental sigh later, words left him.]
Templar control has overrun the colonies, I intend to relieve the people of that. What is it you wish to have?
no subject
[Sounds more like extortion, but that's basically Edward's idea of fairness anyway. As if Connor has already agreed to the terms of the agreement, Edward holds out a hand to shake.]
Until then, I'm Captain Kenway, at your disposal.
no subject
A man who worked with the Assassins on a ship, looking for his own riches, with the last name of Kenway?
Connor stared at the hand for a moment, his mind delving into thoughts he was sure that could make him sound insane. This couldn't be that Kenway, he died decades ago. Edward Kenway, his grandfather. Wearing the robes of an Assassin, too.
It was too convenient but too crazy. There was no way Connor was going to suggest anything until he knew more. He couldn't wrap his head around it, and he really didn't want to sound mad.
Not wanting to seem too reluctant, he shook Edward's hand.]
Connor.