☆☰ADVENTURE TIME☆☰

[pica]

As one makes their route down the colorful town square, one is taken aback by a formidable wanted board occupying a large apportionment of the square. Its two poles are trees of mahogany, as tall as two grown men, with steps so one can reach the higher posters. From the ridged roof hangs a sign that reads Libertalia Auxiliary and Accomodation. The center plank is grandiose, several sections are cordoned off with masterful carving and the edges are decorated with etchings of flowers and rolling waves. However, one can hardly notice as the flyers, posters, and memos taped onto it obstruct all vision of the wood. Mainly wanted notices of criminals--there was a rather large bounty on a certain Captain-- envelop the top of the plank liberally, the blown-up renditions of said criminals very off-putting and apocalyptic.

One townsman simply puts it as "eye-catching". The board is layered with announcements, promotionals, sales, notices looking for employees, and resumes looking for employers. It's quite dizzying as the expanse of paper begin to blur and create a mosaic. And yet-- there's a flyer in the right-hand corner, by the looks of it, newly printed and posted. The font is garish, big, and generally unprofessional. The paper is splashed with what seems to be red, blue, and white paint.

It reads:

"ADVENTURE TIME! Looking for a hero? Inquire within."

At first, the flyer is believed to be a joke. The address is quoted as "The back room" in Libertalia's most frequented pub--- which happens to be the hotspot for pirates. But if one is extremely desperate, or possibly extremely asinine, he will make his way to the pub cloaked by the night as to deter away detection from the public. If a civilian is seen making business deals with a pirate, there's no doubt the next day the local sheriff will make a visit.

When one enters the pub, one is perturbed by the ruckus-- how will he locate this so-called "hero" in this mess? Luckily, the bartender will aid a crooked finger (from a bar-fight, one assumes) to take the stairs and go all the back to the room with the askew 0.

So one takes the stairs, each creak deafening amongst the rowdy jeers and threats of the pirates. With each stride closer to the room, thoughts can't help but overwhelm one's mind; peppering the nerves to the brink of a brain-sneeze. Who exactly is this hero? Why is he in a pirate's pub? Why am I here? Is this all a trick? Mystically, one will stop right at the door with trepidation. The lights overhead are close to burning out, the flies buzz around the bulbs in mindless loops. The door is number fifty. The numbers are crafted metal, and the zero somehow has gotten loose and hangs at an angle. Unnerving.

One lifts his hand in a loose fist. He points his toes towards the hallway, to the exit, to flee if needed. Taking a breath, one knocks. And the door opens a microsecond later. Someone had been eagerly waiting. A gloved hand drags one inside without a moment's patience. One shields himself from the expected onslaught-- Oh gods, another victim of a serial killer; what a way to go-- except, a cheery voice offers one something to drink. One lowers his arms, visibly worried. The young man laughs and wonders aloud why every one of his clients did that, but then qualifies saying that maybe he should relocate his business address. Then laughs again.

Here is Alfred F. Jones, freenlancer for hire.

{ooc// Sorry guys, I got too creative. Let's think of some plots here~ Or if you'd like, be your character and hire me! ;D}

[Im Yong Soo~!]

Recovering from the initial shock of terror, Yong Soo laughs with the American—albeit, a little nervously—but brightens up at the mention of drink. He grins, raising his sleeve. “Ah, if you have any soju, da ze, or banana milk? Those originated in Korea, you know~ Oh, wait-” The Asian captain rifles around in his sleeve, pulling out a light-yellow carton and smiling up. “Nevermind, I’m good, da ze~”

He moves further in, sipping his beverage and taking in the décor. Compared to the vivacity of its occupant, the Korean can’t help but feel the room…lacking. Ah well—as the Koreans say, kkamagwinun komodo salun huida—a black bird may be black but its flesh is white. He settles into a dilapidated couch, smiling around his straw towards the blond.

“I saw your ad, da ze,” he begins, tilting his head as Sang Ki gave the other a wry grin. “Though, it was kinda hard not to. So, what can I expect from a ‘hero-for-hire’? Just so I know what I’m getting into, da ze." He chuckled, swinging one foot up and crossing the ankle over his knee, bobbing it back and forth. "What are your skills, da ze, and what do you want to do with them?”

He wondered perhaps if the other could help him track down information on his 'Family', or perhaps aid with the search for the elusive bandits that scattered them. At the very least, as an adventurer, he had to be useful when it came to hunting for treasure, ye? Anyway, this "Alfred F. Jones" guy looked like a lot of fun; maybe even if he wasn't the 'hero' he was looking for, Yong Soo could make a new friend? There was just something so...interesting about him.

Ack! About time I post to this. So, things to discuss. 1) How do you want us to introduce these characters? I don’t want it to be another bar scene. Perhaps while both their crews are treasure hunting? Something could go awry, forcing them to work together and become fire-forged friends? I'm not pushing romance, because I know you want to play around with Alfred as a free bachelor for a while, but we can have a blast in the meantime! XD