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DaY 1

captaingmakara:

The pub was dirty, sketchy, and dimly lit, full of thieves and pirates and sleazy individuals of all kinds. At a table in the corner, beer in hand, lounging back in his chair, sat Gamzee Makara, captain of the Seagoat, his precious ship. The troll scanned the area with half-lidded eyes, searching for potential recruits to his crew, The Dark Carnival. His main goal was finding his father, who had disappeared long ago, when he was still a young troll not even eight sweeps old, but Gamzee had dreams, big ones, of riches and grandeur, and he knew he could not do it alone. What better place to find a pirate crew than a shady bar?

But even as a pirate, Gamzee had standards, though not particularly high, and no one in the pub seemed to fit the bill. They had to be young, eager to work because he himself was absolutely not, and seeking adventure. Gamzee leaned back and kicked his legs up onto the table, finishing his beer and slamming it down on the table to signal an old troll wench to refill his mug. He continued to look around, inspecting every candidate, considering, weighing his options.

What was a highblood troll such as himself doing in that dirty, lowblood-ridden hole, anyway? He had seen the looks he had been given. He did not belong, he did not fit in. But no one said anything. They only stared, much like he himself was doing.

“Wait- Just let me-“

A young troll went crashing through a wooden table, the sound of breaking glasses and shouts and cheers from customers echoing after the initial BANG. The troll was silent for a few moments after, shock ridding him of any speech or physical movements.

“We don’t need yer kind ‘round here.” A low voice boomed after. A much larger troll walked over to the table where Tavros lay, the shadow from the candles casting over the young man. “We ain’t lookin’ for no faeries to be workin’ here, so you can just get out.” 

Tavros groaned and sat up, slowly. “I know I’m not, well, extremely large! Like you, not that I’m saying being extremely large is a bad thing or that there is anything, uh, wrong with being a big troll, because that is really respected in a lot of places, but I have a lot of skills… that you could, you know, really find useful, I think, probably!”

Even though he had said the words many times (about ten, at this point), none of them had ever really sunk into the owners of the pubs. He could cook, clean, serve (kind of), or do heavy lifting or any other miscellaneous task that someone could have for him! He didn’t even need any real payment! Just a roof over his head and food to eat was all he wanted.

“So, uh, if you wouldn’t mind just hiring me, to even see if I could work out— I, um, well, I think I could do a really good job, you know??”

He let out a small grown and winced as he plucked a piece of glass out of his back and tossed it to the floor.

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  1. captaingmakara reblogged this from mastertnitram and added:
    Gamzee’s eyes fell on a scuffle going on across the pub. A few big, dumb looking trolls were pushing a smaller one...
  2. mastertnitram reblogged this from captaingmakara and added:
    “Wait- Just let me-“ A young troll went crashing through a wooden table, the sound of breaking glasses and shouts and...
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mastertnitramYour name is TAVROS NITRAM and you are a PIRATE. You do not look like a pirate. You do not have the demeanor of the pirate. You are pretty much the worst pirate ever.

You're not even REALLY a pirate. You and your best friend GAMZEE MAKARA were really just going on an adventure. But being called a pirate makes you feel really cool, so you don't mind going by the name.

You were born in a small town called DENSON which is located in the country called ACANTHIAS. You moved to GRANTI in RANZANIA when you were FIVE and moved away when you were EIGHT. From there your father started a FARM, where you lived a quiet, humble life, even though you were always seeking a fun adventure.

When you turned EIGHTEEN your father disappeared one day, leaving you to take over the farm all on your own. Thanks to your ABILITY to converse with ANIMALS, you managed to run the farm just fine. That is, until one night, it suddenly caught FIRE and your home was completely DESTROYED. You had to sell all your ANIMALS and FRIENDS and move back to the city with the bit of money you had.

Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to do ANYTHING and you became homeless. By chance, you ran into GAMZEE again, who offered to take you on his ship, THE SEAGOAT. You AGREED.

You are now his QUARTERS MASTER with his crew of pirates he lovingly calls THE DARK CARNIVAL. Fortunately, you have the LIVING SKILLS required for this position.

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