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...This isn't the boat to Whitegate and its much fancier than an airship!

[There's some slight fiddling as she taps a pearl.]

...Romy? Hey, Romy...? Damn, I can't hear him... Oh! Let's try my linkshell. Hello? Guys? Sages? ........Nothing.

AH! [There's some rustling of clothes because she's searching for something, sounding a bit paniced.] Where's my Joyeuse or my shield!? I didn't leave them back at my Mog house! ...Unless some stupid monster knocked it off my arm with that damn ability of theirs... but that's unlikely. I wasn't in Campaign or Beseige before coming here.

Huh? What's this? Is it some sort of linkshell pearl?

[She's pressing away on buttons before pausing.] It must be...

Ah, hello! My name is Catpaw and its nice to meet you all. I'm sorry for asking so suddenly but where is this vassal heading?

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[Chuckles]

If you like. Deck 03 gym.

Alright, hopefully I won't get lost on the way.

[A bit later, the Mithra Red Mage wanders in to the gym, glancing about as her white feather in her hat bobbed as she walked. She paused to recast Stoneskin and Refresh on herself, a bit of a cautious measure taken in new places she didn't know.]

Hello? Anyone here?

[Erol is engaged in testing the balances of his knives. More than one punching bag has been sliced to ribbons, the fluff or styrofoam stuffing they held spilling across the floor or hanging in ribbons.

He turns, the movement distinctly snakelike, and regards her coolly.]

You must be the cat-girl.

I'm Commander Erol. Welcome to the motherfucking Hellboat.

[Slash. The unfortunate punching bag falls to it's doom.]

[She tilts her head as she watches the punching bag drop before looking up at Erol.]

Its nice to meet...

[She didn't finish off her sentance because she ran over to suddenly hug the Commander.]

I wasn't expecting to find another Elvaan here! YAY!

[GAH. He steps back sharply, knifeblade flashing for her stomach.]

Back the FUCK off, I'm not a FUCKING "Elvaan."

[She blinked before releasing her hold on the other.]

Ah, I'm sorry. I got ahead of myself. I guess I really am not in Vana'Diel anymore...

[She lowered her head a little, frowning before looking back up and pointing.]

But you have the ears of one.

**Erol snarled in displeasure to see her still standing. Quickly he examined his blade. No damage, and it had sliced through those bags well enough. No slashes on her clothes, either, so she wasn't wearing armor that had blocked his blow. He should at least have felt it connect if that was the case.

Erol HATED the idea that there was someone he couldn't hurt, especially since he didn't know why.**

Why the hell are your guts still in your body.

**Hey Catpaw, have Erol's patented Glare of Absolute Hatred. And yes, he's ignoring the ears comment.**

[Cat backed up, taking a slight denfesive stance. She knew that blow had damaged her stoneskin, but it wouldn't be long before it would chip away to nothing.]

I said I was sorry! No need to attack me for it!

Ah... Magic?

[She gave a slight nervous laugh. She realllllllly wanted her Joyeuse on hand right now, incase Erol chose to attack her again.]

"Magic."

**Erol licked his lips, sizing her up like a piece of meat. And really, that's what she was to him.**

Better watch it. Magic doesn't work here like it does wherever the hell you come from. When it runs out there won't be a thing between you and cold steel.

And while you're at it, divest yourself of the idea that I need a good reason to disembowel someone. Never did before.

**Sulkily he sheathes that knife, draws another and hones in on the last remaining punching bag. He slashes low, exactly the sort of move he just tried to pull on the newcomer, jabbing in to break the skin and abdominal wall and pulling through. The movement betrays entirely too much practice.**

So what the fuck is an "Elvaan" that they would accept an embrace from some bitch they've never met before.

[She frowned and pouted at the same time when Erol licked his lips.]

I'll have you know that I'm taken!

[Crossing her arms, she watched him destroy another punching bag.]

Its just a friendly hug! Sheesh!

I. Don't DO. "Friendly."

**Slash, slash. Femoral arteries, movements quick and deep.**

Where *I* come from I'd have shot you in the head for such a stunt. Teach you the meaning of personal space pretty fucking quick.

Lucky for you I don't have my pistol, and I have better things to do than cool my heels in the brig three days for murder.

**Yes, that would be pretty spectacular, to have Even catch Remy first because Erol had lost his temper on a newbie and couldn't hunt for three days. Brilliant.**

I said that I was sorry. I give people plenty of personal space.

[Fixing her hat a little, she started to turn away and head for the exit. She was a bit on the fuming side, but resisted the urge from raining down a storm of various elementals.]

Bye then...

Of course you do.

**His tone is excruciatingly patronizing. He notes how she turns her back on him, guesses that her reliance on magic has made her careless. Sloppy.

His fingers positively itch to go for the exposed kidneys.**

By the way. Whomever you're "taken" by? Unless they're here, AND unless they're of equal caliber to the rest of the killers on this damn ship, it doesn't fucking count.

Your pretty little allicat ears will end up as someone's trophy if you keep on "respecting personal space" in such a spectacular fashion.

[Actually she relied more on her sword but alas, magic was the way to go.]

I meant I'm engaged. To be wed.

[Although, at the comment of her ears being chopped off made her pause in her steps. She moves her arms in to a casting movement, charging a spell.]

I don't need another person to be joking about removing my ears.

[She moved her arms out to their full length as a decent sized bubble of water landed on top of Erol.]

Next time, I'll use a more powerful spell and it won't be so pleasant. I hope that will help cool you down a little.

[With that said and done, she left the gym.]

[Erol shakes the water from his ears and spits disdainfully.

Congratulations, you just earned yourself a place high on Erol's List. Expect a visit from him and/or Even after they take care of their current targets ♥

Pectoral juncture, several more abdomen cuts, hamstring, kidneys, sweet spot, jugular.

Aaaand the pathetically-shredded punching bag meets it's maker.]

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