Stench

[Dutch]

Shaking his head, the fox gave a noncommittal grunt and looked back up as Cam re-entered the room. As he sat down, he tossed several sheets of paper covered in numbers onto the table in front of Jive.

“Well, I managed to find an excellent paying job for you, there on top, you’ll see, from a highly respected source,” the fence said, tapping the top paper with one finger as he spoke. Jive glanced at it and frowned. He leaned back with a soft growl and gave Cam a direct look.

“You know I don’t do slaves, Cam.” he said shortly. Cam rolled his eyes.

“Yes, I know, but I was hoping you and Dutch had gotten over your bloody morals and decided to do some actual bloody pirate work, ‘steada being a bunch of bloody pansies,” he retorted, snatching the paper back. Jive snorted. He would have been angrier if he’d thought Cam was being serious, but he knew it was just a test. He wanted to see if Jive was slipping into the pit of moral decay that most pirates inhabited, after the news that’s he’d killed someone - a woman, at that.

“Do you have anything else, or not?” the fox asked, but with less animosity in his tone than before. He knew Cam had something else to offer.

“Yes, I got your bloody cargo. Here. Four hundred crates, about a thousand stone all together. Your dinky little ship should handle it with few problems.” The older man leaned back in his chair, taking a gulp out of his mug. Jive glanced over the new sheet, and nodded, glancing up at his old friend.

“You know, I offered to tell you my latest news as payment. You‘re the one who asked for coin instead, there was no need to go insulting me,” he said evenly. It was Cam’s turn to scoff.

“You insulted me first. When’s the last time I took your bloody coin, fox?” he replied. Jive let out a short bark of laughter.

“Very well, though there isn’t much to tell. The woman had hired Giselle to kill Dutch, I’m still not sure why but I’m fairly certain it had something to do with his pants and their tendency to fall off, and I removed the threat to my Tandem. It turned out that Giselle wouldn’t have been capable of carrying out the job anyways, so no one was offended or put out by my resolution,” he said. Pausing, he glanced sideways at the wolf. “Maverick came with me, for moral support,” he added wryly.

Cam sat back, chewing on his weathered lower lip, and grunted.

“Well. I suppose we’re even then, fox,” he told Jive, and they briefly shook hands. Turning to Maverick, he adopted a slightly fatherly air. “How’s your head? I porbably have something for it if you need,” he said.

[Giselle Danielle]

Maverick's eyes darted from fox to human quite quickly as they spoke. Now, the wolf would have no idea what kind of cargo Jives did or what the numbers meant or anything. So, the poor wolf was left sitting there with little to no explanation as to what was even going on. Slaves? What about slaves? Ah, Jive didn't transport slaves. That was all he got to before he started tuning them out.

What else was he to do?

He re-focused when he felt as though someone was talking to him. He looked up to see Cam looking at him with what appeared to be a fatherly air and Maverick was taken back slightly. Cam reminded him, almost, of Giselle's father. The thought pained him yet he pushed it aside and forced a smile upon his lips.

"My head's alright, thank you." Maverick nodded. "Do you and Jive argue a lot?"

He grinned, showing that he was obviously teasing the two.

[Dutch]

Letting out another short bark of laughter, Jive grinned at his old business friend.

“For Cam, doing business with someone is code for arguing. It’s all meant in good humor,” he assured the wolf.

Cam grunted. “No sense doing business with someone who doesn’t care enough about something to argue his opinion. Only work with people who have a strong personality,” he advised. Jive snorted.

“Don’t let him fool you, he just likes bickering,” he told Maverick conspiratorially.

Leaning out to peek out the front door in the other room, Jive decided it must be near midday by now. Plenty of time for the lovebirds to have concluded their activities on board and awoken for the day…. Probably…

“Well, I believe Maverick and I must be going, now. Need to get our ship set up before the cargo arrives,” he said, looking at Maverick for the okay. He tried to work up the courage to reopen the link with Dutch and warn him they were coming to avoid any undue surprises, for either party.

[Giselle Danielle]

Maverick smiled, at least it was in good humor. He had been worried that they were angry at each other, or something like that. Maverick wasn't used to a lot of joking around, or anyone's sarcasm. He was still getting used to the whole...human interaction thing. He was much happier laying on the ground and having children pet him for hours. Oh, that felt so nice, it was like a little massage. He snapped back to reality.

"Ah, well, bickering is rather fun." Maverick smiled. "Giselle and I do that all the time. Usually about going left or right, up or down, on or off or whatever comes up."

He shrugged, smiling. He looked to Jive as the fox suggested they leave and nodded.

"Yes, we should probably head back...I'll let Giselle know."

He didn't know about Dutch's...well, Dutch's horniness. All he knew was that Giselle usually did it at night and left the day to sleep. So as he opened up a connection he winced and nearly fell off of his chair.

"God damn, they're still going at it like rabbits." He growled, rubbing his head as he continued to growl.

GISELLE WE'RE COMING BACK He shouted through the connection. And I hate you so much right now.

Then he shut the connection.

"They better be done by the time we get there..." he grumbled, sighing.

[Dutch]

Stretching out a hand toward his doomed friend, Jive tried to warn Maverick of Dutch’s insatiable appetite and his common morning procedure when waking up with a woman, but the words caught in his throat and all he managed was a rather unintelligent “Uuhhm…”

He winced in sympathy and closed his outstretched hand in a fist as Mavs nearly toppled out of his chair, giving him an apologetic smile.

“I’ll try an old trick of mine, it usually works rather well,” he said, and, walking towards the door, concentrated on the most obnoxious, distracting sound he could decently remember. It was a high-pitched, keening noise, akin to metal being warped at high temperatures. Once he was quite sure his mind was filled with the awful noise, he linked his mind back to his Tandem’s and waited a few moments before delivering his own warning.

It would be nice of you to wrap things up before Maverick and I arrive, which will be soon, since you were so thoughtful as to deprive us of the comforts of home, he said with a little bite.

He let the piercing noise pollute his mind for a few more moments, just for good measure, and was just about to pull back when Dutch responded.

You are a great furry ass, you know that, Jive? Dutch growled back. The fox smiled and continued forward, decide ding he could probably put up with the noise until he got back to the ship. It wasn’t so far to walk…

[Giselle Danielle]

Maverick felt a bit bad, just a bit. He knew that Giselle was often deprived of the comforts of a man and knew that she treasured every second she had with them. He, however, was not too happy that he had to sleep in a hotel away from her. Or happy that he didn't have a female companion for himself.

"Oh, well...maybe he'll have some more steak, eh? Probably not after our intrusion...but maybe Giselle could convince him."

Maverick was all about the food.

~~~

Giselle paused after hearing Maverick's complaints and noticed Dutch's face. He didn't look so happy. She sighed, knowing that their tandems were sending complaints before a wicked smile crossed her face.

"Perhaps...we could simply get louder, eh?" She suggested, running a hand down his chest. "Perhaps rock the ship until they get sick."

She grinned at her idea. Though, there was a chance that he'd say no...but she didn't think he would.

[Dutch]

Jive grinned at Maverick - he certainly was a wolf at heart.

“It’s possible,” he agreed, not wanting to pop his friends bubble. They could always make their own later if they felt like it. Or eat Dutch’s dinner from last night. He doubted the couple had ever gotten around to eating.

He noticed his annoying noise was developing an odd quality, and frowned. What was Dutch doing now?

***

Dutch growled as that damn noise echoed through his mind, quite efficiently distracting him from his task at hand. He hated it when Jive did that…

Furrowing his eyebrows slightly, he concentrated on what Giselle was saying, and felt a wicked smile form as it registered. Drawing her closer, he leaned toward her lips.

“What a devious little thing you are,” he said, close enough to kiss her. “I knew we were compatible.”

Leaning forward, he kissed her firmly and did his best to block out the keening. If her was energetic enough, he should be able to ignore it almost completely.

[Giselle Danielle]

Maverick shifted into his wolf form at the thought of food. He trotted alongside Jive, a bit of bounce in his step. He felt loads better after the hangover. Yes, he knew that Giselle and Dutch were going at it, but it was nice seeing her happy. He, at least he thought he had, had gotten over the little annoyance of knowing what the two were doing.

He looked up towards Jive with a wolfish grin, as if wanting him to change too. In all reality, Maverick was just a pup who wanted to play.

~~~

She grinned, she had him. Again, at least. She felt a little bad, for their tandems sake, but they were being awfully annoying. All they had to do was say 'please' or something along the lines. In any case, she didn't think they'd be there for another four hours...maybe one or two. Not too long.

"Good."

It was the only thing she could manage out before he kissed her. And with such force too, she almost wasn't expecting it. Though, she couldn't help but grin. She would show him a whole new level.

[Dutch]

Well, Jive thought enviously, he certainly doesn’t hold a grudge. Not that the fox was angry, exactly, more just exasperated. He’d lost track of how many times he’d had to drag Dutch out of some girl’s bed, or rustle some girl’s out of Dutch’s. It got a little old after a while.

Just as he’d decided to relent the prodding annoyance he was piping into Dutch’s mind, the fox felt a rush of sensation and emotions totally unrelated to his present situation, and shuddered, quickly abandoning his connection with his bond mate and dropping into his wolf form. He shook himself, as though he could shake off the unwanted feelings like water off his coat, and snorted.

He needed a distraction, and by the looks of it, Giselle and Dutch were nowhere near finished.

Hunkering down, leaving his bushy tail swishing about in the air, the fox offered the wolf a clear ‘Chase me.’ challenge, then dashed off in the direction of the forest surrounding the Cove.

Perhaps they could catch some breakfast before heading back to the ship. That ought to give the horny little lovebirds enough time to get it out of their systems…

[Giselle Danielle]

The wolf had quickly forgotten what was going on with Giselle and Dutch. He was more interested in the sights and sounds around him. There were so many people, and they all smelled so bad. Bad, yes, bad bad. They smelled like crap. He wrinkled his nose, growling lowly. A couple people jumped out of the way from him and shook out his fur.

He looked up just in time to see Jive signal a challenge and he quickly dashed after him. Instinctively Jive became the prey and his hackles raised as a boost of energy ran through him. he quickly caught up to the fox, yet didn't pounce yet. He held himself back and ran close on the fox's tail. Wow, it was really bushy. Bushy stuffies. Hair hair hair.

[Dutch]

Jive paced himself, knowing that Maverick would prolong the chase, and kept just out of his reach. Once he was certain he held the wolf’s attention, he abruptly veered off his set path, using his size and agility to his advantage and weaving a complicated trail through people, alleys, and any obstacles he could find. Thinking he’d shaken off the wolf, he perched up on a barrel and peered around for his pursuer, planning on launching a surprise attack.

((Woo! tiny post A-GO!))

[Giselle Danielle]

((Short posts are aweosme ))

Maverick almost yelped when the fox disappeared and scrambled after him. He watched as the fox disappeared through people, Maverick wasn't that agile. He wouldn't be able to keep up the pace without running people over. He switched to his nose, following the fox's scent before barreling forward. Unfortunately, he wasn't paying attention and ended up crashing into the legs of a man. The man unfortunately fell with a loud curse. Maverick, knowing that he shouldn't hang around for long, jumped over the man and continued to run after the Fox. This time he started to pay more attention to his surroundings. He felt the scent grow closer after a while and he lifted his head, looking around for the hairy red fox with the bushy tail.

[Dutch]

Jive’s large ears picked up the swearing of some disgruntled human, and it didn’t take long for him to come to the conclusion that Maverick was probably coming from that direction. He hunkered down as close to the barrel as possible, and tried to blend in with the weathered wood as much as his bright red-orange fur would allow, and waited for his quarry.

His patience was rewarded as the large white wolf emerged from the crowd, and he flicked his tail in anticipation. When he deemed the wolf close enough, he sprung, aiming for the center of his back and planning to make a mad dash for the city limits - provided Maverick didn’t just snag his tail and toss him off.

((lol i concur.))

[Giselle Danielle]

The strong scent of fox should have been a large hint that something was going to happen. He felt something on his back and a snarl erupted from his throat as he curled his body, teeth snapping down on a black fox hind leg and he was about to throw him into the air before realizing that it was Jive. He relaxed his jaw slightly, as to not hurt the poor fox. Though, he still threw him up into the air, just a lot gentler than he prepared. As the fox was about to come down, Maverick jumped up, teeth closing down on the back of Fox's neck and he held the fox there.

He simply stood there for a moment before placing the fox finally down and running a large pink tongue over the side of the fox's face, as if asking 'you okay?'

((Haha, hope that's alright. Maverick sometimes acts before actually thinking. If not I can change it, haha))

[Dutch]

Shock mixed with mild fear flooded the fox as his landing pad let out a rather intimidating snarl, and gave a surprised yelp as he felt teeth close around his hind leg, quite effectively ruining his clever plan. Before he really registered what had happened, he was up in the air, and he flailed wildly, trying to create some sort of friction or find something to catch himself on. Instead, he felt the scruff of his neck gently, but securely, captured and he instinctively hung limp. He regained his senses as he was set back down, and planted himself sturdily, paws braced wide. He panted a little, eyes wide and his fur standing on end from his ordeal, and glancing at Maverick, he saw too late that his huge slobbery tongue was headed for him.

Issuing a whiney growl of protest, Jive shook himself, and tried to rub off the worst of the drool with his paw. He knew he must look awful - his fur ruffled and messy, one side of his head plastered with slobber, and his paws spread out as though he were trying to keep his balance through a hurricane. He sat down and chuffed indignantly at the wolf. He was fine, if a little unhappy.