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 Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 9:08 am
“Perfect! You don’t wan’t me t’join, do ye’? I’m gunna chill out with these guys here.” He pointed to the bodies “Once ye’ get t’know ‘em; they’re real good people!” A total joke, he just wanted more time in the water. Though, the plan is to stay close to the Hawk in case they say anything interesting.
“Jus’ shout if ye’ need me; enjoy your tea.” Sinsario reached into the water and groped around until he was lucky to find a sharp piece of metal. “Oh don’t giv’ me that look” he told to the corpse as he began slicing layers of skin. “Good thing you're too fresh for putrefaction ; it’s always ‘ard t’rip flesh offa’ swollen bodies. They tend t’explode on me sometimes.” He finally realized his accent had slipped "Ahhh. You ignore that, buddy. Anyway gas, blood, and acid is gross no matter how many times you are splattered with it." Slicing thinner and thinner... "Yeesssh you're so boring...relatively healthy despite the gaping hole."
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 5:11 am
Beatrice climbed onto the Hawk's deck, and glanced over at Penn's ship. So she was the only one coming. That should be assurance enough that there wouldn't be any inconveniences rising. Still, cautions, cautions. Beatrice had definitely spent too much time in the wrong company; this supposedly exaggerated suspicion might become her fall one of these days; before you knew, someone might stab you while you're still busy pondering whether they're actually friend or foe. She took a quick sip out of her pocket flask and headed over to the rail to watch Penn's advancing.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 9:37 pm
Penn's ship attempted to raise to dock level, but those wings were always a nuisance. It took a while, but she figured out how to place the ship without causing a mess when it would move. Penn then shut off the ship's navigation and set it to Hover. With this, she stepped onto Beatrice's ship, waving a bit. "Lovely ship you have here," she says, trying to break the ice. "Who designed it?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 7:12 am
Beatrice had to chuckle. "Yeah, one hell of a beauty, ain't it? Got it off an old chap o' mine; was just another boat originally, but apparently he tweaked it a bit after he got his hands on a Casimir. Alas, he never got around using it, for a variety of reasons. So—lucky me, huh?"
As she spoke, she headed towards the cabin, kicked the door open, and gestured to Penn to come inside the mess of books, research notes, and pencil stumps that was the room. (She was always careful not to let an overwhelming number of empty bottles or flasks lie in the open; as quickly as they piled up at times, even she found the impression to be quite unappealing, and thus she always kept them within lockers.)
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 10:23 pm
"Very."
Penn stepped inside, led by Beatrice's gesture. The amount of studying objects here took her back a bit, but that surprise went away a quickly as it came. "Ah, is there a flavor of tea you prefer, or maybe some coffee...? There are some things we might need to discuss." Penn took off her hat again, this time shaking it up and down much like one would to a soda can. Plopping onto her hand was a small leather bag, the very same Penn first used in the noodle shop.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 12:23 pm
"Something bitter, I'd suppose. Think I've still got some left, so don't fret. I'll—"
Beatrice came inside and shut the door behind her. The looming sense of apprehensiveness grew fainter with every moment. Still, she did freeze briefly as Penn started conjuring things out of her hat. Presumably that was a tea bag, considering how the woman had asked about flavour preference. Nevertheless, Beatrice was only still for a matter of seconds; then, she stepped across the room to her desk, and began rummaging through one of the lockers behind it.
"If I'd find some, may I ask what you'd fancy, then? Stock's a bit limited, but, y'know."
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 1:34 am
"If tea, I like green or white; whatever you have works, too. If coffee, I always liked it black."
Penn watched Beatrice rummage through her storage and decided to check her tiny bag for a tea bag packet. There were only gold pieces, silver coins, and... ah, there it is! Packets of green, jasmine, and zephyr tea in airtight packages. But in the end, whatever Beatrice would get, Penn would settle for... even if the flavor wasn't exactly tolerable. She quickly popped off her hat, placed the leather bag back in, and popped it back on just as quickly, as if the bag was never placed inside at all. Magic surely is a wonderful thing.
"That ship you saw there... please, tell no one about it. If my father catches wind of this..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 6:29 am
"My lips're sealed. At least they will be if you'd care to elaborate. Not all wreckage discoveries lead straight to tea time, so I guess this one's a bit special?"
Beatrice still dug in her locker as she spoke, until she finally got back up and turned around, a small, worn wooden box in her hand.
"Ah, here's some! I'm unsure 'bout the flavour... but from the looks of it it's one of the most bitter things I've ever had. You may want some cream in this. Or sugar, for that matter..."
She had to ask first; the water boiler was probably below deck, and if she could she'd avoid too many climbings up and down, even though the distance was hardly significant.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 1:13 am
"I'm sure the tea isn't that bad. Well, as for that ship..."
Penn didn't know what to say. Words swished around in her head, but none of them seemed to match up into proper sentences. Finally, she picked up a few. her message would be short, simple, and sweet.
"That ship was full of prisoners, and I bet you that every single one of them has escaped. Whether they've boarded with pirates or they all ran or swam off is something I can't assume for sure. I don't want Denia ablaze because a demon ship carrying some of Gaia's most dangerous criminals is wrecked and sitting in this abyss with the crew dead. On top of that, a branch of his business is in Denia, and then... agh."
Penn held her head. It was a little too much to take.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 9:41 am
Beatrice frowned as she bent down to open the small hatch behind her desk, leading to the compartment below.
"Wait, demon ship? As in a ship owned by demons, or an actual demon ship? Crazy affiliation, anyway. So, you think they're actually plotting something, or is all of this just accident?"
She disappeared halfway down the hatch, but remained hanging there, peering curiously at Penn.
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 8:06 am
"Indeed, a ship owned by demons. The crew is human, for sure, although that isn't necessarily a good thing..." Penn sighed. Thinking about it some more... why is she revealing this? 'Because one way or another, word is going to go around that this ship is not a Hastings ship, but there's a company in Denia bearing this emblem...' "Should word get out that some of Gaia's most dangerous criminals have escaped and are possibly allied with pirates, the Port's going to be ablaze for months on end..."
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 12:49 pm
"And they carried thugs, you say? Apart from the demons, this sounds mainly like a seized opportunity." Beatrice had given up on trying to enter the hatch for now. Might as well converse on the spot. "When you say Denia's gonna go ablaze... may I enquire whether you mean purely figuratively, or are you hinting they'd go pyromaniacs?"
She heaved herself up again, and sat with her feet through the hatch, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Not that many would be able to tell since she never bothered to take her sunglasses off.
"'Cause if that's the case, then I'd like to take a shot at there being a master plan behind all of this, hm?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 3:21 pm
"Figuratively, although I'd imagine there's some kind of pyro on the ship." Penn twiddled her thumbs. More and more, she ran out of words to use, things to say. There honestly wasn't much else to explain. "There may have been a plan behind it all... all these prisoners were under the tightest known security on Gaia. Either there was a rat amongst the workers, or it was all by pure luck. She can be a cruel mistress..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 4:49 am
"Right, I guess what's important is the fact that they actually did escape. But—" She stood, and walked back across the room, eyeing her rather peculiar guest. "—if they're gone, we're a bit too late in stopping 'em, wouldn't ya agree? Unless, now, of course, this 'she' is any clue. I reckon you're involved enough in this. If there's any lead you're intending to pick up on, I might be willing to assist ya."
Beatrice was thrilled enough to unravel some more of this incident, whether it actually posed any initial threat or not. There were no sights of her first goal, anyway. If there was any absurdity in this business, then she'd surely pick up a clue or two regarding Captain what's-his-face's fate along the way. Possibly, there were links, and in that case, this was worthwhile. Her own chain of thought puzzled her.
"Although, then again, I may also be unwilling, but that's another story altogether."
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 6:10 pm
"We can stop some of them, but it's inevitable that most of them will escape reach of the police or even the bounty hunters. ...but by 'she' I meant Lady Luck. I, uh, have this problem with getting my whole point across, you see. However, the only reason I'm involved is so that I can interrogate some of those prisoners. For all I know they might be related to the man with the golden arm."
Penn looked for a chair to sit down in, but finally settled with standing on one leg, keeping the other raised and occasionally switching between the two.
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