ArchivedLogs:Scrooge McDuck

Scrooge McDuck
Dramatis Personae Anette, Daken, Dusk, Teague
In Absentia	2015-08-03 "This has to be the most ridiculous cabin on the island."
Location <BOM> Compound Grounds - Ascension Island
In some places, reaching the main grounds of this island takes a precarious scramble up from the rocky-craggy shore; in some places, just a short hike away from the beach. Once an old homestead, most of the 28 acres of property are taken up with forest, a dark thick sprawl of greenery through which a small stream winds crookedly. Under its shady canopy, myriad buildings are tucked away, an eclectic mix of sheds and tiny sturdy log cabins that give the area a rustic feel. Centrally, a wide clearing has been cut out of the trees. A large sweep of lawn has had a metal swingset -- two swings to either side of a small trapeze bar -- set up to one side. The lawn leads up to a cabin bigger than the others, a squat one-story building. Long and low, its wide front porch and cheerfully-painted yellow and pink shutters lend the building a welcoming air. With very little light pollution, the compound grounds offers a beautiful, unobstructed view of the night sky. Cicadas and crickets hum in the surrounding woods and fireflies drift along the stagnant late-summer air. Looking up into the great expanse of stars, Jewel leans back on the last step of his cabin. Looking very different in attitude from the recent political articles that have featured him, the British teen takes a drag from his long, diamond cigarette holder. He wears a pair of black denim cutoffs and a simple, diamond circlet crown. His hair, which is braided into two long tendrils, hangs down the front of his bare chest. The ends of his braids are clasped with diamond cuffs. Perhaps the result of boredom at having been laying low, his wrists and ankles are cuffed, as well. He shimmers as he reaches for a can of bug spray, and a vulgar hissing sound briefly breaks the scene's serenity as he applies it, liberally, to his entire body. There's a louder flapping noise from above, a brief fanning of air as Dusk circle-swoops down towards the grass. His wings glimmer in the starlight, iridescent silvery-blue and patterned in fishlike scales, the talons gleaming chrome. "-- vicious little bloodsuckers, aren't they?" His own sharp fangs flash in a bright grin. "No respect. Don't even ask first." He hasn't bothered with a shirt, either; just black denim cargo shorts and Vans sneakers, wings snapping shut after he lands. And before you know it Daken is on the scene. He's wearing a white tank top and a pair of black basketball shorts with red highlights, but no shoes. In his right hand is new larger looking box mod, which he takes a liberal lung hit from before spewing forth a ridiculously large cloud of blue raspberry scented vapor. Once Teague and Dusk come into view he throws up a lazy salute and flashes a warm smile. "Yo, how's it going?" Anette is still wringing water out of her hair as she makes her way down the path, approaching the group already gathered. Judging by the state of her hair and wings, she went for a late-night swim. Her clothes are oddly dry though, hmm... "Come on Bat Boy, aren't you supposed to eat mosquitos?" she teases, giving him a quick wink as she approaches. “If only they were all such gentlemen,” Jewel purrs, nodding graciously from behind sultry, heavy lidded eyes. He deigns to offer his cigarette holder up to the winged man. Judging by the smoke it produces, which is decidedly not raspberry, it isn’t tobacco, either. As the others approach, he stretches out his legs and wiggles his diamond-ringed toes, “Just taking in the sights. Isn’t this a popular place, tonight? You lot are almost always in the city, aren’t you?” "Not everyone can be blessed with my manners." Dusk's hand lifts to his chin, coming away in a signed 'thanks' before he takes the cigarette holder. He lifts it towards the sky, peering at the starlight through the facets of the diamond holder with a small crook of kind of awed smile before actually taking a hit. The tip of one wing brushes against Jewel's arm before he offers it back, scruffy chin lifting meanwhile in answer to Daken's salute. "Mmn. Thanks. I do /live/ in the city. But I'm here --" He shrugs, a lazy gesture more through his wings than his arms. "When I need to stretch my wings. Spar. See folks. /Ffff/." Kind of half-spluttered, this is perhaps (choked? laughed?) an response to Anette's question. The middle finger he flips her is casually lazy; it comes with a wing stretched out to offer a hug as well. "Not nearly filling enough. I don't like my blood secondhand anyway. How's the water?" Daken pauses long enough to press a kiss to Anette's cheek before heading over to the cabin. "I stay here and there. Generally when I'm not trying to find inner peace in the forests I'm crashing either at Anette's or here." He supplies with a lazy sort of shrug. "Been meaning to be more active here, maybe see about actually going to fight club. Just be more productive, been entirely too entitled, and all that accomplished was pissing people off." Anette smiles as Daken leans in for the kiss, stretching a wing of her own to offer Dusk a hug/wing-five/whatever. "Hmm, makes sense. Water's great, you should really go for a dip. Anyway, long time no see, what've you been up to?" She glances towards Daken as he talks about becoming more active. "Yeah, I really should, too. If only because I've been bored as hell lately. Need some more going on." "Is it-?" Jewel brings his hand to his chin, to test the sign for 'thank you.' He runs his free hand up the side of the wing as he takes the cigarette holder back. "Keep being lazy, and I'm liable to catch up to you all," He muses, rising. Indeed, his muscular legs are off-colored and bruised from frequent training sessions. "Damn," he mutters, picking off the roach from the end of the cigarette holder and sidling back up the steps into his cabin to get more. Leaving the door ajar behind him, the room appears to be littered, or infested, with various shaped and colored diamonds. They spread across the inside of the cabin in no particular manner, like discarded clothes would in a teenage girl's room. Many take the form of common household objects. "You've got some catching up to /do/. S'the place to be on Fridays. I'd say 'if you don't mind waking up black and blue Saturday mornings' but -- shit, man, not a problem for /you/." Dusk's grin is bright. Brighter stil when Jewel's hand runs up his wing; the long wingbone presses back into the touch; there's a very soft rumble of purr that accompanies this, quiet and humming underneath his words even as he speaks. "Whole lot of work, mostly. My housemate's kinda -- sick so rent's sort of --" Another shrug. "And we're back to trying to track down what the fuck /happened/ to everyone who was still in the labs when -- when -- holy fucking /shitballs/, man." Right about here is where he's caught sight of all the /sparkle/ in Teague's room. His dark eyes widen, a faint glint of reflective sheen caught in them as he scrambles over towards the room. Then /into/ it -- invitation be damned -- one wing scooping up the nearest diamond object into its fold. "Do you just -- just -- /swim/ through all this like Scrooge McDuck?" Daken perks up at the sight of all the diamonds and lets out a low whistle moving up to lean against the frame of the door. "You know if you ever wanted to sell these.. I know a few guys, right?" He doesn't actually touch anything though. "Shit, you could make yourself and the brotherhood a shit ton of cash." "Geez, yeah. I've trained a bit with Daken but...hell, you know what it's like to get pummeled by a sixty-six year old Samurai? I consider myself a decent fighter but damn..." Anette cringes and shakes the thought out of her head. "I thought some of those bruises would never fade. It would be nice to fight with people I stand a chance against." As interest fades to the doorway filled with gems, Anette also lets out a low whistle. "I wonder if my landlord would accept jewels as rent." Plucking up a small diamond box, Jewel looks back over his shoulder very nonchalantly. He moves his wrist, twisting the diamond weed grinder's lid. "Oh, these?" He asks lazily, a smirk very slowly peaking out at the corners of his mouth as he glances around at the /mess/. Moving through the room on the balls of his feet, he's obviously made some kind of trail through the shards, "I wouldn't have so many if they weren't so impractical to throw away." He winks, pulling up a spoon and butter knife to go with Dusk's diamond fork. The teen arches an eyebrow at Daken, offering to plant the grinder, and rolling papers, in his hand whether he's ready or not, "Right now, I'm actually interested in acquiring new identification." Dusk holds his wing out, still scooped, for the spoon and butter knife. "Shit. Man. Do you do chopsticks." There is unmitigated delight in his tone. "/I/ want to swim through this. Sleep on it like a gorram /dragon/. This has to be the most ridiculous cabin on the island. How haven't you just /plated/ the place yet -- maybe that would bake you. Probably not the best idea. But -- /damn/." "Shit, you're talking to the right man. How else would a fifty year old that looks like me get into America in the nineties." Daken replies with a devilish grin, taking the grinder and papers from Jewel and planting his ass on one of the steps before he goes about rolling. It's a relatively quick job and after sucking on both ends to see which end hits better, he offers the paraphernalia back to the teen. "Shit...did we just start a business? Custom jewels? Because I am so in," Anette says, her eyes locked on the jeweled items being passed about it fascination. "That's another thing. I need to find work. Something that pays. Brotherhood sponsored or approved wouldn't hurt, I don't do so well in the standard job market." Anette eventually makes her way over to Daken and sits down beside him on the steps. "I knew you were the man for me," Jewel pants, making direct eye contact with Anette from over Daken's shoulder. Toying with the cigarette holder and the joint, the Brit drifts back into his former seat, "They do seem to collect a lot of heat. It may pay off in the winter but it doesn't, now." By Dusk once more, he touches his wing, again, "Don't .../actually/ eat anything with those." "Here, pay your rent," Teague pauses in his duties, tucking his lighter between his thighs to reach back behind him. He tosses a bulky, vaguely four legged object towards Anette's feet, "It was supposed to be a pig." He lights the joint, takes a hit, and passes it. "Fine. No eating with the gem-fork." Dusk sounds so longsuffering about this, eying his sparkly cutlery longingly. His wing presses up reflexively into Teague's touch again. "Just /tell/ me Ion's had an eyeful of this, he'd be in heaven. Boy lives for bling. 'course, you might never get him /out/ of your house again, so maybe you shouldn't let him know." He takes another hit of the joint, passing it off to Anette afterwards. Though after this his eyes widen. "Oh /fuck/ right, Ion. I'm on monsterling duty tonight." (So he's been smoking up first like all Totally Responsible babysitters.) His wing curls briefly around Teague's back in a brief hug before he slips out the door. "-- probably see y'all at dinner." The salute he offers the others is hurried, as he hastens away towards Ion and Kay's -- probably very scorched cabin. Daken wraps an arm around Anette's back when she sits next to him and leans over to press a kiss to the side of her neck. "I haven't moved jewels in a good fourteen years." he says with a quiet sigh, attention moving towards Dusk who gets a two-fingered salute, "See you later." He brings his box mod up for another long drag. "If you have a hookah, I have a n Amanoo e-hookah head I can fill with cannabis oil and stick on it. It's pretty excellent." "Take care BatBoy," Anette calls out as he heads off, taking a long draw from the joint. "And thanks for the mutant pig. Don't know if I can give him away, he's kinda cute," she says towards Jewel, trying to hold back a grin and giggle as Daken kisses her neck. "Bah, how difficult could it be? Sell jewels, collect money. Though, I dunno, jewels are kinda boring aren't they? I mean...it's not like they're illegal. We could sell them on Craigslist or eBay." “Cheers,” Jewel smirks over to Anette, “You’re lucky I hadn’t named him.” The teen leans in as he shakes his head, “You can pawn the smaller ones, which I have. But most legitimate jewelers require certificates of authenticity to ensure that they weren’t stolen. ...though they may not be too difficult to forge.” He looks up into the corners of his eyes thoughtfully, “Nno. I don’t have a hookah, anymore.” Daken skips over the joint, wouldn't do too much for him anyway. His gaze settles onto Anette. "Super illegal when you're moving stolen jewels and other items. Less to worry about when you know who to call to get the metals melted down and the jewels cut though." He looks back over to Jewel, "I'll have to see about picking one up when I head back out. Best part about the head I have is the fact it holds ten mils of liquid," he holds his mod up and points to the tank, "the atty I'm running on my snow wolf here only holds five." "Well, did not realize jewels were serious business. The more you know..." Anette takes a quick draw from the joint before holding it out for anyone to take if they wish. "Alright, then this could be fun. God I need to get myself out there again. Should see what Fisk is up to," she grumbles, leaning up against Daken and laying her head on his shoulder. Jewel takes it, and puts it out, “Well, you know where I am.” His eyes drift over to Daken and go wide as the man goes on about snow wolves and mils. He’s too high to respond as he tries to piece together whether or not the things he says have to do with diamonds or hookahs or what. “I have to go to bed,” he announces, rising and rubbing the heel of his hand into his eye as me moves into his own doorway, “Don’t make out on my porch.” "Don't worry, we use the handicap bathroom." Daken replies in a teasing manner, gently scratching Anette's lower back. "Yeah, you should see what Fisk is up to. So I can tear his throat out." It's his turn to grumble, "Bastard still won't have a meeting with me. Also don't run into many of his men anymore, apparently he knows I don't have a problem taking on his goons." "But we were going to invite you!" Anette calls to Jewel as he chastises them. "He seems nice enough. Granted, I worked for him once a few years ago but he wasn't terrible." Anette yawns softly before grinning and shaking her head gently, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. "I'm doing much less criminal activities than I thought I'd be by now. I really need to fix that."