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Calico's memory wasn't the greatest thing. He was great at remembering names of people, and places, and names of bizarre meals on different planets, but never events. He could barely recall an event in his childhood, for it was all a blur compared to his current life. Birthdays? First scrape on the knee? First love? Riding a bike with only two wheels? He had been travelling the galaxies for as long as could remember- gathering up a crew and gold doubloons. It was all a space pirate could really ask for! And even though he had known her for a matter of a few moments, he figured he'd end up wanting more than he could hope and ever deserve. 

And there was something so strange about her that made her seem almost memorable, as if, she was locked onto his very soul, aching to be remembered. Alas, Calico had no knowledge of this abnormally appealing lady pirate, and probably would never unlock the code. It was as though he had possibly knew her in another life before his current one, a significant bond taking place between the two without the Captain particularly realizing it.

After all, Captain Welkins was unfortunately dull at times, 'specially at times like this. Shaking back to reality, he smiled earnestly. "May, eh?" Amusement seemed to perk up in his voice. "I like the sound of that." He nodded with the smile staying on his lips. 

"I could probably get ye a pair of skates. I have spares... That is, if y'really want to skate. 'Cause y'don't have to, y'know." He cleared his throat, unsure why he said all of that unnecessary stuff. He wasn't normally awkward. Calico's cheeks flushed into a light pink. He took out this oddly shaped tube thing that had a tiny screen with impossible-to-read lettering as well as numbers. "What size shoe do you wear?"

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Bel tapped her finger against her cheek, deep in thought. There was definitely something about this boy that was familiar, but she couldn’t place what. Perhaps it was his eyes— dark and mysterious and clever. Maybe it was the way he spoke, jovially; but careful. And very polite. Or, perhaps, was it his smile? It was so earnest, so charming, and it welcomed Bel to let herself go a little, be a little warmer to this apparent stranger than she would have been at others. No, no, no. None of those things hit the marker. But there was something that reminded Bel of a far off time, as if, somehow, Calico was a part of her memory. But she had no memory of him, which was most puzzling. She almost didn’t hear him when he asked her a question. “A pick up line?” She chuckled. Bel hadn’t had any sort of ‘relations’ for quite some time, and the whole concept of flirtation was rather odd to her at this point. She hadn’t meant to sound flirtatious, but, then again, she didn’t mind the idea of flirting with this Captain. In fact… She decided to go along with it. “It may have been,” she tilted her chin up, grinning. She decided not to be outrageously outgoing as she was a little awkward, so to keep it toned down was to be inconspicuous. “Oh, well, I seemed to have misplaced my only pair of skates, unfortunately.” She clicked her tongue is disappointment. In truth, she didn’t know how to ice skate.

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Actually, it's dark blue, lass. I gave an alien a quick blow, if ya know what I mean.

Only jokin'. Ate some colorful candy. I'm Cap'n Calico. 

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‘Lo, there.

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'Lo, there.

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"Pleasure to meet ye as well, Bel," Calico replied, noticing that she wasn't a captain  like himself. He wondered what her sort of profession was. Judging by the berries she was collecting, there was very few possible explanations of her job-choice. The berries she happened to be collecting were used in strange things. Some useful medicine, drugs, and a small percentage of it being in jewelry as well as holographic devices. It was easy to tell by the way she held herself and the way she was very cautious. He normally didn't meet such people often, most of them being alright, but not his favorite types of people. Something about her was more appealing, but he always thought that around a pretty female. Maybe this wasn't like other times? Calico couldn't exactly put his finger on it.

"Do I come here often?" the captain repeated, raising an eyebrow and smiling cheekily. "Isn't that some sort of pick-up line, Miss Bel?" He would be flattering himself if he was suggesting that this dame was flirting with him, since women normally didn't approach him. Well, not in these clothes. He meant it only as a half-joke, chuckling softly afterwards. A lass like that, flirting with him? What fiction.

"I'm guessing you have some sort of medical profession, considering the berries you're collecting." He smirked a little, not being one to shame her on his inference made on sight. Besides, he was a space pirate, and he stole treasure for his own pleasures of greed. She had as much dirt on him, as he did she. "Perhaps you can join me in ice-skating if you're not too busy creating 'medicine'."

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“A pleasure to meet you, Captain.” So, he was a space pirate, after all. And a captain at that! Calico looked weathered— not ugly, definitely not ugly (in fact, rather attractive, now that she had got a good look at him)— However she could see that he had been in a few battles to date. A fierce pirate captain, coming to a frozen jungle to… Ice skate? Interesting story, but she went with it. “My name is Bel.” She bore no captain title. She was without any superior title, in fact. Bel didn’t have a crew, she leaned more towards solitary travel. Most people could not be trusted with such dangerous goods likes Chlorymin. Hard to attain, harder to make, incredibly expensive. A high-end drug. Hallucinogenic, too. “So, do you often come ‘round these parts, Captain?” She asked, finally letting herself smile openly. She bent down to stash all her beakers in a satchel, a tight one so none of the berries would spill. There was something about this boy, something deeper than his funny clothes and his characteristic accent. She’d never seen anyone in person here before, and certainly never a fellow space pirate. It was intriguing, to say the least, and if she was being honest with herself— she hadn’t had a proper conversation in over a month. That was the worst thing about being alone so much; the loneliness can drive you a little crazy. Although, she hoped, she was keeping her cool with this new friend.

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She carried herself in a dignified manner and her attitude seemed rather amazed at the fact he was there. Calico was kind of curious about the certain berries she was collecting, for they had odd purposes, but didn't really pay and mind to it. Besides, why judge someone for the fact that they were collecting berries on a freezing moon? It sounded like a totally normal thing to do. 

She looked like the type to be hiding something. Perhaps she had multiple secrets up her sleeve, and many stories to tell. He did enjoy a good story-teller. With every inch of her, it seemed to hold events that were about life-changing and exciting. He, too, had many stories of his adventures. Enemies. Frenemies. Past loves, past allies. Competition at every universe. Perhaps they could exchange stories over some bottles of traditional rum. He had a small cellar on the lower parts his ship, being filled with bottles that held the alcohol. A majority of it had not been touched, since there was hardly an occasion where it felt fitting for large swigs. 

"Ice skating," he replied, hoping not appearing too... lame. "Can't stay too long or else me crew'll get suspicious. Space pirates normally don't ice skate, but it feels like break time and I've already counted the booty." It was a bit odd how he easily opened up like that. But the vibe of him being a pirate would eventually become uncovered, since she did seem as sharp as a whip. He could never keep up a lie around a clever woman. They just found out too easily. "I'm Captain Calico Welkins." Might as well start plain introductions and hope she isn't a secret enemy of sorts. He smiled, hoping it would give off the impression that he meant no harm. "And yourself?"

Calico and Bel | RP

Bel blinked in astonishment, never in a million years expecting to see someone else on this particular moon. She was instantly suspicious, for obvious reasons. She considered asking ‘Who sent you’, but decided against it. It could be possible that the curiously dressed boy was a local, maybe lost. Although he didn’t have the air of a lost person; he was much too cheerful. And he used the greeting, ‘Ahoy’. Could it be that he was a space pirate as well?! It was highly unlikely. She clutched the full beakers to her chest protectively. “These, oh, um… Just some berries.” She hoped he didn’t clue in as to what her hidden purpose was with the small fruit, even though their uses were well known throughout the nearby galaxies. Used in the addictive and destructive drug Chlorymin. Bel was an intergalactic drug lord. She had gotten into the business long ago, after escaping her family and whilst she began living on her own. She preferred to work mostly on her own, without the assistance of henchmen or scientists. She was competent on her own and excelled at what she did. Of course, the lifestyle came with many complications and near death experiences, but Bel was tough. She always made it through, one way or another. She was charming when she needed to be, when she needed to sell her drugs and during trade offs. It was difficult, but paid off in the end. She was loaded. Quyal was one of few places she could get the certain type of berries for Chlorymin. She shuffled so that one hand and the attached arm was carrying all six beakers, and extended her free hand for this strange lad to shake. “Just harvesting a little. What’s your purpose here, friend?” It was best to strike up a good relationship with this boy early on. You never know when an ally could potentially save you. And, after all, he seemed nice.

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"Ahoy, matey," Calico greeted, surprised to find someone here. He wore a rather large coat that looked like it was previously owned by a rich older woman. A fur coat of sorts. Quality, just like he liked. It was difficult to find his arms in the coat, since everything was big and the colors blended in. But, speaking of quality... "Seeing a lady like yerself is rather rare 'round 'ere."

In all honestly, he came here to ice skate. It was normally the most fun to ice skate. It tended to upset the creatures that roamed about on the planet, but the ol' cap'n didn't particularly mind it. His crew and weapons were highly advanced and his ship had tactics to make a run for it when necessary and when all seemed lost.

The female before him seemed rather... well-kept. He felt a tad embarrassed in her presence. To put it bluntly, she was rather breathtaking and in the cold air you could smell her scent of a bouquet of precisely picked flowers. He wished he was well-kept. Calico's dirty pirate rags were rather filthy and he wore an expensive coat over them. His boots were old and worn out, but a contraption in his pocket held his ice skating shoes. If he dare offer her a hand to shake, she might grimace at the mere sight of his hand. How could he dare spoil such a lovely lady? No proper manners to any gent who does, aye. 

Hopefully the thoughts of the woman would eventually leave him. He didn't need to worry about a lass that happened to appear at the same as time as himself. Ice-skating was his purpose here, to practice and possibly fall on his butt several times. Calico was pretty marvelous at ice skating, even though it sounded like a bit of a shameful sport for a pirate of all things. Who normally sees a pirate ice skate? Captain Welkins took pride in his weird hobby, though, it reminded him of home.

His thoughts seemed to fail him and just ended up making his lips continue conversation. He hoped to all the stars that she wouldn't smell his breath or htink of him as foul. It would be like his heart broke before any type of relationship had even started. Acquaintances, at the least. "Well, uh, what ye got there?"

Bel walked down the metal ladder of her space craft, parked on the outskirts of a large ice forest. She was on the lunar surface of Gienli’s fifth moon, Quyal, the coldest moon. She had a large, fur-lined parka on, but it didn’t do much to keep out the biting wind. Luckily the air was crisp and clean, no fear of a blizzard in sight. She patted down on her pocket, assuring herself that, yes, she did have her miniature collecting beakers stored safely away. She sucked in a breath, painfully cold, and started off into the forest. Her craft was locked up and alarmed well— and, honestly, who would ever find it and steal here, on Quyal of all places? It was highly improbable. Very few beings lived here, and fewer still ventured out to the ice forests. Not only were they desolate and huge(people often got lost in them), but the creatures that lived in them were deadly. Monsters they were, so accustomed to the unforgiving climate that they were virtually impossible to kill. However, Bel knew her way well around ice forests. She knew how to hide from the creatures, and she knew how to avoid the poisonous plants. Bel crept along an almost hidden path, down to where she knew she could get what she needed— ingredients. As she peeked out from behind a snowy slope, she spotted it. A large expanse of shrubbery, white as fresh paper. The space pirate skidded down the hill, across the frozen pond, and slowed down in front of the bushes. She fished out a beaker from her pocket and began collecting the berries on the plants. It was easy enough, the stems cracked with ease under slight pressure. Bel filled at least six beakers, when she heard something behind her.

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ooc: I love how Alena just always rps rude characters. 

I will be going now, have to go to a friend's.

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I s'pose.

I wasn't going to the sun, I was simply nearby. 

Seeing as how you're obviously not someone who travels in space, it explains why yer not too keen on the subject.

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I guess you could say so.

Well aren’t you a little ray of sunshine? Which is both a good and bad thing, since the Sun has come close to burning me alive.. about once or twice or more in my lifetime.

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I guess you could say so.

Well aren't you a little ray of sunshine? Which is both a good and bad thing, since the Sun has come close to burning me alive.. about once or twice or more in my lifetime.

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Calico, as in the cat?

‘M Diana Adler. I’d say it’s a pleasure, but I could care less.

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Perhaps only a little.

As an explorer, being lost just seems to tie with the job. The name's Captain Calico Welkins. Yerself, lass?

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Are you lost?

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//Reblog if you love everyone you RP with. Yes, everyone.

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He liked how she actually seemed interested to talk to him. Some found him bonkers, considering how most people didn't believe in space pirates. People not believing in space pirates was a real shame, considering how very real they are and how they contribute to shooting stars. Space pirates also do lots of traveling to even more beautiful places than countries and continents on Earth. Not like he was bragging, or anything. "Absolutely brilliant!" Calico replied with more grinning, "It'd be splendid to have you on board, me hearty! Bring as many passengers as y'like!" Sudden idea popping to head, he pulled out two of his lucky handkerchiefs from one of his vest's pockets. "'Ere ya go, lass. One for the little one and one for ye." 

Hopefully she wouldn't take notice for the dirt on his fingers, he did forget to wash after moving some barrels on board. 

Calico blinked in response. "I'm swell yer swell that I'm swell aswell yer swelelrhr.. mehrer.. ye've got me brain in a twist, love."

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“Ooo,” Becca nodded, having never met a space pirate. She’s met all sorts of people, including a king, but never a space pirate. Nor has she met anyone that’s ever been to space, though she has met planet Earth, if that counts, “I’d love to see your ship sometime, mate. Maybe I could even bring my daughter along, I’m sure she’d love it. She adores exploring.” She laughed at his rhyme and nodded her head again, “I’m swell you’re swell that I’m swell, and I’m swell you’re swell in general.”

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I like the glasses y'got there. I'm Captain Calico.

Hello there.

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"Captain indeed, lass!" Calico grinned widely, feeling his passion for exploring the galaxies spark through his body. "I am a space pirate, so I have a space ship pirate ship thing. 'Sa bit hard ta explain. Me ship's name is the Star Crusader." He scratched the back of his head, making a mental note to give 'space ship pirate ship thing' a proper name. "Anywho, perhaps one day you could see 'er. Take much pride in me ship." He smiled again with a nod. "I'm swell yer swell. I'm swell as-well." Did a bit of a rhyme there.

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“You’re a captain?” She quirked an eyebrow, intrigued, “What is it you’re the captain of, sir? And I’m pretty swell, I reckon. Yourself?”

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