Thread: Adventures on the Lost Continent (Midnight Lass x Blood Red Romeo)

Orson James stepped into the The Flying Toupee, taking a moment to chuckle at the name. Leave it to Dandy to name his bar that. Still, it fit the place in a strange way he couldnt explain. Like seeing a baby and thinking, thats a George. Just something about the combination seemed right. And when he got a look at the inside, it seemed even more right for the rough and tumble atmosphere the place had. Of course, Orson fit right in. He was a young man, only 28, though some would say that was pretty old for a man who lived his life. A whore mother and the abusive drunk father that convinced her to give up the life to marry him turned out to not make the best parents. When he was kid, his most common look was a black eye. At thirteen, he finally hit back, beating the drunk within an inch of his life. Orson took what he wanted from his unconscious father. That was the last time they ever saw each other. He lived off the money for a while before joining a scavenger shop at 14. Luckily, they didnt care much about age. From there, he went on to serve in the Navy and on a mercenary ship. He had experienced quite a lot in his life already, but it wasnt enough for him. He was dressed in his regular outfit today. His simple brown shirt and gray pant were tight on his body without restricting movement, the most important he considered when choosing clothes. He wore a dark vest over the shirt, the golden chain from his combined compass and pocket watch was pinned to it and tucked into his chest pocket. Over that was his light brown duster, clearly aged but still more than durable. Contrasting that was the incredibly fresh patch on the right shoulder. It was a light blue circle with a dark red crescent within it. It was the symbol of his ship, The Midnight Curse, named for the most famous moment in Orsons career. Finally, completely the look was a bandolier of high caliber rifle rounds running from his left shoulder to his right hip. While he didnt have his gun on him, he still always felt more comfortable with it on. Plus, it seemed to dissuade many who might otherwise choose to target the young man. Dandy! he said with a smile as he approached the older man. Still alive, I see, he said as he took a seat next to man, immediately signaling for a drink. He didnt need much, just something to get rid of his stress and sense of disappointment. As soon as the young man had taken a long drink from the mug, he began his pitch. Listen, I heard from Reinstein that you werent going to say yes, but I gotta ask that you reconsider. This isnt an opportunity of a lifetime, its the opportunity of anyones lifetime, he said, his strong voice resonating in the small area they were in. Did you see what the Greensburg Expedition brought in? Those idols and those jewels? That was from only fifteen miles away from Breach. Imagine whats deeper inland! And I promise you, my ship can handle it. I didnt buy a second hand junker, but a state of the art craft. I inspected every plate of armor on that thing myself. He wasnt lying either. Specialized playing had been used to protect the balloon from being easily penetrated or shot. Orson really has checked every plate for flaws, replacing more than a dozen he knew werent up to his standards. So come with me. Itll be a hell of an adventure, I can promise you that.