Welcome to Gaia! ::

The ferry docked and once Alexiel was off, she made a bee line for the beach. She only hoped that Sejai was there.

Irzael looked out across the water at the distant ferry. He muttered a few incantations and whispered, "Come to me, Geylkre." The wind then blew off to deliver his message.

Masuyu rolled to a stop aboard one of the larger ferry ships, shifting the jeep into park before shutting off the engine to conserve gas. With a wide grin he glanced back at the others, "Does anyone have dirty underwear at this point? I think you might have time to change it before the ferry reaches Gambino Island...."

"Sounds like we should take a look." Nascen nodded, folding his legs 'indian style' even while still sitting in his car seat, looking around the boat as it drifted accross.

"About the employment; for a larger contract I'd say we're looking at maybe 5k a head, and with four of us that makes 20k, after that I'd say you toss in an additional ten for services and risk of life and limb, and cover expenses on equipment, and then we're up to maybe about 40k. Less over all if it's a smaller sized contract or less dangerous, more if it's more so, right? But that still leaves me one question. You want to hire us; what, specifically, is it you wish to hire us to do?"

"This. Searching for the petals and all. Hopefully keeping them out of the wrong hands, so nothing bad happens."

It was simple enough, really. And his purpose was exactly what he said. Beyond the opportunity to better himself, and his curiosity, his purpose here was to make sure Gaia stayed safe. And he had the money to hire these mercenaries to help, considering he didn't have friends along with him like he normally did.

"So...what do you think, Kit? She still in working shape?"

Almost as if in response to his question, the car let out a hiss as steam escaped from the hood. Then the right rear tire fell off in response to Athan slapping the car's roof.

"...Well, crap."

That was definetly not what he wanted to see happen. Now they had to find somebody in another car. Or maybe just someone that was stupid enough to leave their keys in the ignition.

"Ahh well. We made it at least!"

There was a girl crying nearby. He didn't know why exactly. Maybe he crushed one of her parents?

Nah, he didn't hear any squeals during their rolling trip.

"People called this car a 'woodie'" Kit said to Athan, tapping the remains of the wooden panels, "They say they're not supposed to last very long..."
He looked at the little girl they almost crushed, good thing they didn't, that would just put homcide on their list of crimes.
"Looks like we're gonna walk again..."

Christopher Omaly was a kindly old buzard with a head full of hair - though thick and grey - and a beard as long to his belly. His yellow poncho had been left at home for today. Not like he needed it - beautiful weather it was.

Instead he was content to sit back in his seat and watch as his neice guided the boat across the calm waters. Lovely girl she was really - not a speck of taint to her. Why boy she'd be guiding this boat like a pro one day if her smooth handling now was any indication.

...Though he could do without her singing.

"DANGER TO FALL IN LOVE LIKE THIS...DANGER..." Veronica was perfectly content to screech out the lyrics of her song - with the headphones tight on her head - as she guided the ferry across the way.

Only swerving the smallest bit in her way. This all took place at the controls of the ship - far from the people riding.