OOC: *whistles a tune, waits for reply* Since everyone seems to have died, it's time for a soliloquy! Yay!

BIC: Sivel felt kind of nervous. It had been a long time since he had talked to a lady (Feryal was the first in 8 years), let alone work with one. And he was going to be alongside Abby, also. He looked at his clothes, doubting whether his first impression would be good or not. A ragged black t-shirt was mostly concealed by his floor length trench coat. His torn blue-jeans weren't much for presentation, either. And his hat? He couldn't even remember when he'd gotton it. His memory was pretty bad for a 34 year-old, but it's not like there was anything especially good to remember. He just hoped the pay would be good.

OOC: One, don't double post. Edit your old post. If you want it to show up as new, copy old post then delete it then paset it in new post with new things.

Two, it's been an hour, and there is more then us three in this. I'm stalling so Rhuheal and Tenjin can at least comment on what is going on.

Feryal looked over to Sivel and thought he looked a bit troubled. She placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled. "Are you Okay?"

OOC: Yes, I know, IHMN. I was hoping they'd see it and join in.

BIC: Sivel looked into her eyes, blinked, and brushed her hand away.
"I'm fine." He said, and went back to his beer.

"Well it looks like we're all ready to head off. The only thing I'm concerned about is where we're headed." Taeth said coolly. If this went badly he could always make a quick adjustment in how things worked, he thought to himself, pushing his fang back up his sleeve.

"Aye, we're off to the ship." Captain said, walking out of the bar and towards the docks.

Sseth looked about warily and pushed his sunglasses back up. He made sure to stay close to Feyral, he wasn't sure if those thugs would make a move or not but he sure as hell wasn't taking any chances.

Sevil breaks the silence. "Hey, I just joined this thing on a whim. What is it exactly that we're doing?"

"And more importantly, are we getting paid?"

Feyral smiled and ran up beside Captain. She was very excited to finally be on a ship. "What types of dangers do you think we'll face?" She then looked at Rhuhael and motioned him to her.

"Pay? You're not getting paid. You'll be fed and sheltered, and any money that comes into our possesion is mine, and I will give it out as I see fit."

Captain stopped, and turned to Feyral. "If you want, I could hit you right now. Is that dangerous enough for you?"