Birth By Storm

Miles began working at Teddy's as a musician just a couple of days prior to the current events, working the piano seemed like an easy way to lay low for a while. after being laid off at his previous work, a tavern two streets across, for murdering a civilian who worked for another bar. Incidentally, that civilian was the previous musician working at Teddy's. Miles was paid well to kill the guy but it would be the last paycheck he got from that pub. After a little job searching, he strolled into Teddy's one day and hadn't looked back since. That day Miles had been receiving a fair amount of tips in the jar sitting upon the piano, that was something completely unique to this bar, He actually got to keep whatever went into the jar instead of handing it off to the owner.

Miles was happily playing the piano when a human and mink duo walked in, the piano was angled in such a way that the player could view the entrance to see the coming and going of patrons out of their periphery while still being able to play. He was positioned near the back of the room on a slightly raised platform along with a worn down microphone that smelt like beer, nobody really paid much attention to Miles until they got up and left, some dropping a few spare notes and coins to pay respects to the artist. The door swung wide open as two figures appeared in the entranceway, a fishman of sorts and an old man in rags behind him. Miles paid them no attention until the loud bellowing of the old man, the piano playing stopped as he turned his head startled at the noise cutting through the regular commotion. "What in the...." Miles' voice trailed off as he tracked the man with his vacant gaze, moving his fingers once again and bringing the relaxed mood back to the atmosphere. Paying almost all of his attention to the unusual old man meant that he could find out what was his deal was disrupting the peace of a nice saloon like this.

Birth By Storm

Miles listened to their conversation patiently as he ran through a tune on the piano, playing soft enough for him to still be able to catch the important parts. He didn't have much to do while he did his job in the bar so eavesdropping became a pastime as he played the day and night away, picking up the whispers of the patrons was fortuitous for his other business, personal information and blackmail came in handy if such an occasion arises where he had to do business with a patron. The musician might have vaguely caught a glimpse of that bat looking thing around here once or twice before but in the few days that he had been working this pub he hadn't seen a patron who carried themselves in such an uncouth manner, thus he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of that small group of customers. Miles found himself a tad confused when he saw the other creature that walked in with the old man, the fishman, sit down directly next to the group and listen in to their talking. Seeing that fish on legs peer into their conversation must've meant that he caught interest in the old man too, or maybe it was the other two fellows? Either way, this made the conversation that much more interesting

Growing up in the environment that he did, Miles never saw a creature other than human and the basic farm animals. It was only in the past two or three years that had spent on baltigo that he had encountered such people like minks and fishmen, holding them in higher regard than normal humans for their unusual and beautiful looks. Miles found his interest piqued when the old man mentioned "seastone", that word had been something he had been hearing for a couple of days now. Though he hadn't really heard what the hell it was, he knew that it was new and people were definitely willing to pay a huge price for it. The musician went to stand up but was interupted when he saw the fishman do the same and introduce himself as Cassius, he sat back down on the black leather piano bench for now. A couple of moments later the conversation dropped to a whisper, making it impossible for Miles to hear, at that moment the fishman took a glance at him and gave a nod before turning back. "Thankyou very much, I'll be back later" The musician said as he stood up from his chair and gave a bow, pocketing the cash that he had made that day from tips and heading in the direction of the suspicious group. Now that his cover had been blown he most aswell introduce himself.

"Good...uhh...whatever time of day it is," Miles stumbled upon his words as he tipped his cap. "Pardon my intrusion but I couldn't help but hear your conversation about a certain item of value." Not helping to listen in to this particular conversation seemed to be a trend today, that might just be saying something about the old man though. He then looked over to the bartender and slid a note across the counter, "A round for these fine gentlemen on me." Miles stood over the hushed group and leaned on the counter in a failed attempt to look suave, "I would be delighted to partake in this lil' conversation if you would do me the honor."

Birth By Storm

From the moment Miles stopped talking he could tell that most of them didn't want him there, which was completely understandable considering he stopped doing his job, joined their conversation and rudely interrupted. He didn't feel as bad as he should because of the separate interruption that occurred, so to him, it didn't really matter if one more person joined in. The old man rambled about some island called Jordsand, it happened to be a place that he had heard sailors sharing stories about. Apparently the place had been created from a freak whirlpool, a sea storm or even a hurricane; the story had been told that many times in this bar alone that the specifics of what it was were unknown to Miles, but he did know that it was somewhat of an archipelago with only the real good stuff on the main island.

There wasn't really much to be said then, his existence to the group consisted of scowls and stares, not even a simple hello. As soon as the drinks arrived, the musician grabbed a glass and went to raise it. But not before the dark haired human whom he hadn't caught the name of snatched his own beverage and took his leave, along with the fishman who he assumed was named Cassius from eavesdropping before took his drink and left, slightly more courteous than his predecessor. And with that it was just the three of them, the bat man, the old man and the musician. Now that the group seemed to have shrunk, Miles felt that now would be the time to add his two cents. "W-Well-" He stuttered then coughed, calling attention to himself and taking a sip of his drink. "I happen to have heard a few sailors tales while working and I would be glad to tell you what I know on the way over there." Miles finished the last drops of the glass and took a step back from the group, "I work here so you know where to find me when the time comes, if you have any questions just ask for me at the bar. I bid you both Adieu." Now away from the group, Miles walked out into the back room of the bar with a wave, such was the beginning of a new era of Miles' life.

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