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Walter Schofer

"I'm too old for this."

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a character in “Divine Cutlass: Chronicles”, as played by obiwillkenobi

Description

ImageWalter
Schofer

⌈ Gender βŒ‹
Male

⌊ Age βŒ‰
64

⌈ Position βŒ‹
Gunner

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I Description I

Walter does not enjoy others, and he never has. He finds people to be irksome. They never make sense, they're always starting trouble that has no business being started, and they almost never listen to reason. That's why he became a pirate in the first place, more than forty years ago - why start a life anywhere if the people there are going to be a bother? When he first joined with a pirate crew, he knew almost nothing about flying and even less about life as a buccaneer, but he has since learned so much that he is a vital part of any crew. He's currently the gunner of the Divine Cutlass because he's one of the few that is trained to use just about any gun known to man.

While Walter might not like the orders he is given and will grumble about them until the end of time, he's good at taking them. Not one to step on toes, he always gives credit where credit is due and respects those who have taken command. That being said, he's not one to stick his own neck out in the pursuit of loyalty.

Walter is basically just an old man who is trying to get by in a world that he doesn't particularly enjoy. Few have called him friend and he has called even less a friend. Many find him, at best, grumpy and reserved. But those that take the time to get through this exterior find a wealth of knowledge and experience that is invaluable in a tight spot.

So begins...

Walter Schofer's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ace Kaiser Character Portrait: Morgan Taylor Character Portrait: Hannah Braece Character Portrait: Frederica Velka Character Portrait: Walter Schofer Character Portrait: Carmela Sharrow Character Portrait: Pavo de Lacey

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#, as written by Byte
With a strong north-eastern wind and the prospect of another hefty pay at their next destination, the Divine Cutlass soared across the clouds – or lack thereof – with little else in their way safe for the odd bird and tourist ship. Just a week before, the crew had been handed valuable information in regards to a schematic that the TTG had their eyes on. What it was, the contact wouldn't say, but they had spoken towards the captain with a sense of urgency.

And he was never one to disregard an opportunity to make the lives of those totalitarian bastards a little harder... whatever the form.

The location of the schematic was a relatively large port town (compared to most, anyway) under the name of Willesden, dwarfed by the warehouse that loomed on the other side.

Before they were going to land, however, there were some matters to resolve.

With a confident stride and one hand resting on the sword dangling at his hip, captain Ace Kaiser approached the helm; his one good eye glancing over the top deck in the hopes that some of his crew had already made their way over.

Just the same, he took to the speaker tube and droned out an order with the familiar, monotonous tone he always used. β€œAlright you lot! We're approaching land, so prepare for docking and get topside!”

He turned. Facing his navigator. β€œMister de Lacey, you may prep for landing. Take her in nice and easy.”

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ace Kaiser Character Portrait: Morgan Taylor Character Portrait: Hannah Braece Character Portrait: Frederica Velka Character Portrait: Walter Schofer Character Portrait: Carmela Sharrow Character Portrait: Pavo de Lacey

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The Divine Cutlass slid through the air weightlessly, or so it seemed on such a clear day. Pavo loved this. The captain, the crew, the ship... all of it. He hadn't been aboard for very long, but was gradually learning to adore the life of a pirate. His eyes had been set straight ahead, focusing on the direction of the ship and the occasional gust of wind he could use to assist their progression.

β€œMister de Lacey, you may prep for landing. Take her in nice and easy.” The Captain said from beside him. "Yes sir." He nodded, moving one hand to the crank on his left side. One of the benefits of a clear day was the visibility he had around the ship. A few cranks here, a pulled lever there, and the ship was gliding it's way downward. Pavo straightened his back and put his hands on his hips, beaming.

Perhaps he was a little too proud, too early, for the ship had yet to land safely still. He snapped out of his triumphant pose and focused once again on each movement the ship made. Of course he had begun the descent, but the crew would be the ones to soften the landing and dock them properly.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ace Kaiser Character Portrait: Morgan Taylor Character Portrait: Hannah Braece Character Portrait: Frederica Velka Character Portrait: Walter Schofer Character Portrait: Carmela Sharrow Character Portrait: Pavo de Lacey

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Every table aligned, every chair in place. Just as it should be. The chestnut brown furniture of the mess hall had been polished to perfection, their mildly glossy surface bouncing back the white blue light of the sky. At the corner of the room, Frederica bent forward and dunked a dank, grey mop into a black bucket of water. The Divine Cutlass' cook hummed a whimsical tune as she shook the mop around, pulled it out, then used it to wipe the ceiling above.

Push and pull, to and fro. Frederica had been at this for quite a while, making sure every corner, nook, and cranny was spic and span. With lunch long passed by and dinner still hours away, Frederica decided to use her spare time to clean up the ship. Not only was she officially the ship's cook, she was also its custodian. Though she preferred the term 'maid'.

Just then, the captain's loud, firm voice traveled through the entire ship, alerting the crew of their docking. "Just in time," Frederica mused. She placed her mop into the bucket and kicked them into a nearby closet. The maid replaced her gloves and apron behind the mess hall bar, then brushed some of her bouncy hair behind her ears. One had to look presentable for a briefing, after all. She lifted up her skirt to check on leather holster full of kitchen knives on her upper thighs, strapped over a pair of pantyhose. Just for precautions, of course.

At the corner of her eye, Frederica took notice of Walter passing by. She quickly pulled her skirt back down, and walked out of the bar after him. "Hey. Old Walter!" she greeted him, pulling the ice pop from her mouth. Yes. Dear Old Walter. "Did you have a nice nap?" the corners of Frederica's mouth curved slightly in a cheeky grin. She always had too much pestering the grumpy fellow. The maid stuck close to him, following his every step to the top deck.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ace Kaiser Character Portrait: Frederica Velka Character Portrait: Walter Schofer Character Portrait: Carmela Sharrow Character Portrait: Pavo de Lacey

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The only sounds that resounded throughout the little infirmary β€” or what could barely be described as an infirmary β€” was the sound of a pen scratching away on paper and the occasional sigh of what was either exhaustion or boredom. They had been in the sky for who knows how long, but Carmela was ready to get off the ship and onto some solid ground. For the past hour, she had been organizing documents, mostly the medical records of all the crew members, including herself. It was something she did often, given her habit of misplacing things. Plus it never hurt to be organized every once in a while.

Only now was she taking a break from all that to write down medical supplies that needed to be restocked. Not necessarily because they were running low on supplies, but only to ensure that they wouldn't be running out anytime soon. Though she was startled when she heard the Captain's voice booming out from the speaker. Shooken so much that her pen had veered off course, leaving an ugly ink black line crossing over the paper, and the entirety of what she had written down.

Carmela grumbled before standing up, folding up the paper and shoving it into the pocket of her white clinical coat before she began making her way to the dock. A few of them had already gathered by the time she was up there, and she simply leaned against the metal railing of the ship, waiting for whenever they had docked on land.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ace Kaiser Character Portrait: Frederica Velka Character Portrait: Walter Schofer Character Portrait: Carmela Sharrow Character Portrait: Pavo de Lacey

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#, as written by Byte
The captain gave Pavo a respectful nod. He was a good lad. Green as the meadow grass in Spring, but a good navigator. He knew that when the kid offered his services, but it was nice to see someone sticking to their boasts. Well, maybe that was giving him too much credit. For now, anyway.

Noting that the majority of the crew (sans a particular pair of mechanics) had made it to top deck, Ace didn't waste a single breath of air as he addressed his men from the helm.

β€œAs you can see we're about to dock in Willesden, and before we all set off there were a couple of points that need mentioning.” He scraped his throat, slowly and carefully observing the faces of each individual. β€œFirstly, we're here for business. It came to my attention that the TTG might be cooking up a little scheme involving that factory.” He pointed at the large, metallic building billowing smoke from its many chimneys. β€œAnd I'll need some volunteers with me to come meet a contact.”

β€œSecondly, and I don't really have to point this out, be discreet. TTG eyes are everywhere, I'd rather not stick my neck out if you lot try to stir up some trouble of your own. Not saying you can't, but don't expect me to come pick you up from time-out.”

β€œNow, unless anyone has something to say, get to your jobs.” He'd stood there, unmoving and frozen like a statue. A cold stare eyeing the crew with scrutiny.