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{| 001 |} Accidental & Voice
...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?
[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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You're on the M.S. Elegante, a ship headed towards the Golden Shore. Ummm... if you had weapons, the Captain took them away.
Oh, and I'm Fujiwara Shiro. But you can call me "Prez" if that's easier to remember.
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No, really.
He drags on his joint and rubs his eye with the knuckle of his thumb.]
Hey. I'm First Mate Kage and you're on board the Elegante. Our destination is the Golden Shore, so until we arrive your job is to kick back, relax, and not kill anyone.
If y'got questions, ask myself or any other crew member. If y'need some kinda special accommodation, like you're a methane-breather and we put y'in the oxygen area by accident, just thrash around'n gurgle or some shit.
Right, uh. Don't kill other people. Violence against myself or any other crew member will not be tolerated.
Welcome aboard.
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Why would I go around and kill people? I'm not some blood thirsty beastman! I do have self-control after all...
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...So... There's a high chance I won't be getting back my sword. Aw man! I spent a few days waiting for that damn Kraken to show up!
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So do you mean you're an alli - erm. A 'cat? You should hook up with the masseuse.
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'A cat'? I'm a Mithra! Unless you're talking about a Coeurl... A lot of my friends call me Cat for short too.
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If you like. Deck 03 gym.
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...But I guess its better safe than sorry.
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[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?
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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.]
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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!
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What's your name?
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Back the FUCK off, I'm not a FUCKING "Elvaan."
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Its nice to meet you, Vin.
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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.
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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.**
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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.]
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**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.
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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!
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**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.**
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[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...
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**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.
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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.]
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I thought there was someone else on board that was from Vana'Diel, but I guess I'm all alone here.
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Well, I hope to make new friends here, however long I'll be staying here for.
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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.]