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[harderdaddy]

[Despite the assurance, Angel couldn't help but clean himself up at least a little, but it's very understated for him, a little extra blush, a little shaping the chest fluff, nothing flashy. He made sure Fat Nuggets had enough food if he was gone for a while, and soon he was rapping his knuckles on the door. He prepared himself for the surprise at his height in person, a good 8ft, most of it in his legs.]

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[Silver's door is old oak, iron-banded and cabinet built small: it's the kind of door that you'd find on a very old-timey sailing ship, and it has barely over six feet of clearance. When he opens it, he's face to approximately navel with Angel, and he has to take a quick hop backwards to properly take in the view. His eyebrows rise.

John Silver isn't quite as rag-tag as he'd made himself sound over the communicator. He's wearing a dark leather coat open over a bloused white shirt, his curls cascading loose over his shoulders. The crack about his limb count is immediately explained: there's a finely carved crutch under one of his arms and one of his pant legs is pinned neatly up where his leg ends at the knee.]

You're taller than you look on the communicator. Hope you don't mind a chair sized more to my scale?

[He flashes Angel a grin, lively curiosity in his gaze. Four arms, two legs, fur, eight feet tall... he's attractive, for a demon, but there is absolutely no hiding his inhumanity.

Silver takes a neat hop back, pivoting on his crutch with long-practiced ease as he gestures to a small round table at one side of his room. The room itself doesn't match the ship's door: it's mix-and-match opulent, a jumble of heavy and finely carved furniture, washbasin of Chinese blue-on-white ware, brocade and tapestry pillows and a paper screen painted with pink peonies marking out a little changing area with a mirror and stool. The bed, to the other side of the room, is enormous, four-postered and oaken.

It is, in fact, the best room in the best brothel on Nassau in the early 1720s, and it looks the part.]

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[Ducking to come inside, Angel gives an unbothered smile and shakes his head.]

Nah, nothin' ta worry about, Handsome, used to stuff this size.

[He likes the picture the other man makes, and Angel thinks he should have dressed a little more to impress. But his favourite pink striped suit top, and mini skirt have never steered him wrong. He sees himself being admired and does a little turn to let Silver get the full view.

The demon's mismatched eyes take in the room as he crosses, eyeing the bed with a smirk before taking a seat, legs folding neatly and and tucking in close to the seat. With the bulk of his height being those long legs he appears closer to average human height.]

It's a beautiful room. Suits ya~

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I hid out in it a time or two back home.

[His smile holds a hint of nostalgia as he glances at the painted screen. As his gaze returns to Angel, he raises an eyebrow, letting a grin spread wider over his lips.]

Though I confess it usually had a better-looking occupant than myself. Much obliged to you for filling that role at the current moment.

[He settles himself down in the other chair, leaning his crutch against the table edge, and reaches out to pour two generous servings of rum into a pair of glasses that look a lot like the lounge glassware. What's the good of having a job if a man can't occasionally liberate its assets on his own behalf?]

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Oooh, whatcha hidin' out from? You know, I got a soft spot for bad boy types... [And then a little more seriously.] It's pretty nice for a hide out. Ain't used ta those being so hospitable.

[His lips curl easily at the compliment, taking up one of the familiar glasses.] Flattery will get you everywhere.

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At the time I was selling some very valuable information to some very unfriendly men... and trying to avoid the even less friendly fellows from whom I'd stolen it in the first place.

[He winks at Angel, lifting his own glass to his lips. He doesn't drink too deeply: he's not really here to get drunk, more to make a new connection, but the rum is quality stuff.]

Technically? This is a brothel. I was working with one of the ladies. She runs the place, now.

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Heh, sounds very familiar. I hope you got away with it? [It reminds Angel of his own life of crime when he was still alive.

Angel's a little less conservative with his drink, but stops himself from downing the whole thing either. That shit ain't classy, and he's trying to present an image here.]

S'good shit.

[That makes Angel laugh in amusement. He should be right at home then, shouldn't he?]

It's a classy joint. Hell of a hideout, settling in all comfy at a brothel. I'm sure it was a very trying time~

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Lost the money, lost the partnership, but I did figure out a way to keep my skin intact.

[He smiles, wryly edged.] So I came closer to getting away with it than I was afraid I would.

I couldn't appreciate the setting properly at the time, but in retrospect it is a classy joint. Particularly when no one's trying to stab me or chain me to pieces of furniture.

[He glances around the room with a faintly proprietary air, and adds, deliberately casual:] The times in my life I've found myself needing to charge, I've never had a professional setting.

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Well, that's the most important part in the end. Can't do shit without without that, right?

[He snorts softly.]

I mean, some people are inta that, but I get it.

[Taking another sip of his drink, Angel arches a brow softly.]

I never worked somewhere this swanky neither. It was streetcorners and private rooms in the clubs where I danced.

[He's worth considerably more these days, but despite that Val'll still drop him off on a street corner if he fucks up, so shit hasn't really changed all that much.]

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There's people into all sorts of things. Myself, I do not see the appeal of being tied down.

[All double meanings intentional, in this particular case. He takes another sip of the rum, rolling it around his mouth as he leans back in the chair -- then lifts the cup for a sardonic little toast.]

Alleys and doorways. Here's to moving up in the world.

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Heh, I'm fine with every version of that but one.

[At least that's what he tells himself. Angel joins him in the toast and takes a long drink.]

To moving up.

[Smiling softly, his eyes rove over the other man before drifting back up to his face.]

I'm sorry we had to wait so long to do this. Glad ta know you were still interested though.

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[Silver gives Angel an appreciative once-over in return: he has to admit to himself that the inhuman angles and height are weird, but they're weird in a bizarrely appealing way. And it's not as if Angel's not a person. He's just a person dead and damned and, apparently, trapped in a spider-body as a result of it.]

Well, one or two things did happen in between. [He dismisses a week of Hell coming to the barge with an airy wave of one hand.]

But you seem like the kind of person I'd like to get to know. All else aside.

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[Worse bodies to be trapped in. Though Angel would much prefer his human body given the choice. Still, it's hard to deny Angel's body seems almost crafted for sex appeal, the legs, the curves, his heart marking on his chest...

He snickers softly in acknowledgement.]

There was that.

[His lips curl, head tilting coyly.]

An' how would ya like that get to know me? I can think of a few ways...

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As can I. But I'm enough of a gentleman I'd like to start with a conversation and a few drinks before we get to any more intimate introductions. [The wink he flashes Angel is one meant to be sharing a joke: he's a pirate, not a gentleman.

But he does, in fact, prefer getting to know people. When the exchange of money for services is not involved.

Even when it is, it's just good sense to get a read on anyone he'll be vulnerable near.]

So... whereabouts are you from? I'm a London boy myself, although being sensible I escaped for warmer climes as soon as the option was made available to me.

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Heh, shit, real gettin' to know each other. Yeah, I guess I can handle that.

[Angel laughs, but he has been a lot more of a gentleman than most of the populace of hell. Speaking of which-]

Hell. But before that, New York. Never got to travel much up top. How far'd ya get?

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One advantage of a sailing profession is how much of the world it allows you to see. I've been all over the West Indies, down to Rio and up to Boston. Made port a few times in Spain, too, though nowhere east of her shores.

And I confess I did not make it all the way north to New York, either.

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[Fuck, that sounds like a hell of a life all on it's own, never mind the piracy.]

Never even seen the ocean in person. It live up to all the hype? Always meant ta see Italy at least once before I went but the war pretty much fucked that plan.

[He laughs and shrugs a shoulder.]

Eh, ya ever wanna see the worst parts a it, I can always bring it up in the enclosure.

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It's a hell of a thing to see, though I confess I am about done with the less glamorous aspects of sailing. [He chuckles, waving a hand.] Bad food and never enough of it, storms, leaks, watches at all hours, and that's before one gets to the life-or-death battles....

I'd like to see your New York. Could trade you for Nassau, and see which one of us has the worse parts.

[He tips Angel an amused wink.]

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Heh, I think I'd be happy just to see it from the shore. Nice beach...that sounds okay. Less life or death.

[He grins and nods his head.] It's a deal. Though without all the people ya really only get half the picture.

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There is that. A city's not a city empty. Though a beach on an island in the tropics is a nice place to spend some time without a crowd around.

[He flashes Angel a grin.]

When my old ship's crew had to careen her, they'd set up a tent on the beach, invite attractive company and hold a barbecue for the occasion. First one I was responsible for, I confess I didn't pay proper attention to the barbecue.

It turned out to cause some small problem, as I was the ship's cook at the time.

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Mmm, it does sound nice. Too bad I can' work on my tan no more.

[He snickers at the story, thinking it wasn't surprise at all that he'd found himself distracted.]

Ya seem to have had quite the excitin' life.

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[For very different reasons than he's implying, but still.]

Not being the sort to live a safe and quiet life, I wanted to ensure I fit in as much living as possible on the off chance I caught a dagger in the back before becoming obscenely rich and retiring to a private island off the shores of sunny Spain.

[He grins at Angel, and, quite deliberately, stretches out his good leg to press the toe of his boot against Angel's ankle.]

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It sounds like the right way to go about livin'. Fittin' as much in while ya can.

[Angel does wish he'd been a little better about that instead of spending so much time trying to get high enough to forget the life he was leading.

His lips quirk at that press, casually returning the touch with those long legs of his.]

That still how you're livin' life?~

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At this point, I think it's more how I'm living death. But it might as well be the same thing, considering.

A man's got to go after what he wants when he has the opportunity, or never get it.