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.
- boatswainvserket likes this
- captaingmakara reblogged this from mastertnitram and added:
- mastertnitram reblogged this from captaingmakara and added:
- captaingmakara posted this