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A look of mock hurt crossed John's face, before he turned away from White, and crossed his arms like a six year old. "Well... Well... You look... Like a dummy-head! So... So there!"
However, he then sighed and his arms fell. "That sounded funnier in my head. Isn't it weird how it always seems to turn out that way?"
He turned around, but both his smile and his mock-hurt were gone. "Seriously though, I'm actually a bit worried. A room on this yacht had poison gas as a safety measure. Sure, it's to be expected from Crey, but that means more DANGEROUS stuff might be aboard." He scratched his chin, sighing. "...And I'm risking my life to find out what's in a box. Is that sad or what?"
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"It is very sad. Cry me a river." White Masque said, although not unkindly. "Since that lady isn't coming out from the looks of it, Ima gonna seal up the entrance so the gas doesn't get out."
And the white suited man did just that, sealing the doorway completely up with thick and solid ice. Fairly strongly solid, actually. Importantly, it was at the very least, solid enough to be opaque instead of translucent.
"I suggest we go inform a steward or something about this. The crew should be able to handle this whole gas mess. We'll say I stole something from you and we wound up down here in a dramatic chase."
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Meanwhile, the Odette inside the gas-flooded storage chamber sighed, and then spoke to no-one.
Although the Crey security camera in one of the corners would be very interested in what she said.
"It feels good to use these powers after years and years of hiding them." She sighed. "And now to put them to use..."
With that, she conjured a blade of roaring flames and went bezerk, setting every object in the room ablaze, the camera itself exploding in a shower of sparks and fire half-way through Odette's rampage. Embers and sparks cascaded and flitted all about, catching and sustaining flame. Finally, there was naught but billowing smoke to cover the flames as they roared.
By that time though, the decoy had already dismissed itself, counting on the fire alarm and Crey to do the rest of the work.
"Yes, a dramatic chase," John said, his good humor returning in full force, "As you sped into a stairway, dashing down the steps, I will have slipped under the banisters, landing mere inches behind you."
He proceeded to walk down a hallway, glancing around for someone to inform of the gassed room, while still chattering, mostly to himself, "You wheeled around, barely missing me with a spinning kick, while I attempted to trip you. You leaped over my leg, falling a few floors, and landing on your feet.
"As we entered a ballroom, I lost you. I felt your presence, and leaped up onto a chandelier. You were on an opposite one, and we had an epic sword fight as we swung at each other. Then, for humor, both our bars broke, and the chandeliers began rolling down a hallway. We struck at each other, almost falling off each one. As we..."
...He would keep going like that until he found someone, or he was interrupted, so let's leave the rest to our imaginations.
((Trust me, I already thought up the next few minutes worth. XD))
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((>.> I did, actually, but nevermind.))
"You wish. Now answer the question. Who are you, why are you here, did Arachnos send you, and what branch are you from?"
If she couldn't tell before, she could tell now. This guy meant business, and he really wantd some answers.
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"I'm a Wind Widow, a division of the Night Widows, I'm here on vacation as part of my training," Shioh answered, frowning.
"A Widow?" He muttered to himself, a hand going up to his chin. "And you're on... Vacation... As part of your training? Who the Hell authorized that? I haven't had time off since I joined Arachnos." He suddenly seemed to go from cold to half curious, half confused. "So, you're not here on some undercover covert mission hiding behind my own objectives, then?"
Not waiting for an answer, he continued. "Well then, good. Maybe you can help me then. You see, intel told me about this box..."
((For the record, he explained that the box had seemed suspicious in that, not only was it on a luxury cruise ship, but was also armored. Fortunatas also detected strange happenings in the future involving it. For this reason they sent the first available operative they had, Jake, to investigate. After explaining his objective here, find out what's in the box and, if thought to be a threat, either destroy it or confiscate it, he asks...))
"... So, if you weren't ordered here, this is incredible luck for me. C'mon, while everyone's at the luau, we can scout out the cargo area." He began walking down the hallway, looking over his shoulder after a few steps to make sure she was following.
"Coming?"
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Kekeke, people are supposed to squirm OUT of the woodworks, not into them. 
While Danny retreated to get cleaned up, Miranda rolled her eyes to a corner of the luau with a sigh. Taking another sip of her drink, the blue sorceress traced a symbol on the table with a bright glowing fingertip. It didnt require much thought to recall the tome she was studying earlier which soon surfaced up through the written symbol she had drew.
Nonchalantly, she flipped through the book to the desired page and began silently performing another spell. As Danny finally returned, Miranda pointed a glowing hand toward the mess on the floor which also began to glow a faint white. Slowly at first, the spill began to rewind itself before quickly collecting back on the tray as if it hadnt recently splattered all over the floor. Dont waste your food, young man. Some children would do anything for a meal like that. She put the plate to rest on her table then closed her book soon after, smirking to herself. Maybe thatll teach you not to eat and fly without a designated pilot.
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"So, when y're not terrorizing children for darin' t'comment on the fact that ye're a wee bit more azure than th'rest of us, what do y'do?....'m Danny, by the way." he added diffidently. "Most o' th'tights n' towels brigade knows me as Target Lad, tho'."
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Turning an eye to examine the rest of the vacationers, stopping on Hotaka, Henteko and the other odd fellow they were with, the mage answered over her shoulder, Ive been known to be called Crushed Ice by certain organizations but you may call me Miranda
as for what I do, I dont think thats any of your business, little boy.
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"Aye, or maybe it will teach me to eat and fly without an interferin' gravity warper around." Danny muttered. He retrieved the plate proferred, tossed his second plate neatly onto Miranda's table, where it slid to a halt near her and a-a-a-aaaalmost slopped all over her, but didn't, and started in on his interrupted meal.
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Ive been known to be called Crushed Ice by certain organizations but you may call me Miranda
as for what I do, I dont think thats any of your business, little boy.
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Danny paused from shovelling food into his mouth and raised an eyebrow at Miranda. He swallowed, then commented a bit peevishly "Oh aye, an' y'don't hear me commentin' on your age, now do you?" He gave an irritated shrug and took another bite of roast pineapple. "Why do adults always assume that normal rules of politeness don't apply when they're talkin' t'kids?" Then he grinned, a bit nastily. Clearing his (first) plate, he dug around in his pockets until he found the sturdy targetting reticle he always had with him and slipped it on, to see if he couldn't get a read on the info broadcast by her Hero ID... assuming, of course, that she was a hero- even if she wasn't, the little eye-mounted device could still crack some of the information encrypted on the Arachnos IDs. Danny pointed the monocle at Miranda and began to read.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
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"Yes, a dramatic chase," John said, his good humor returning in full force, "As you sped into a stairway, dashing down the steps, I will have slipped under the banisters, landing mere inches behind you."
He proceeded to walk down a hallway, glancing around for someone to inform of the gassed room, while still chattering, mostly to himself, "You wheeled around, barely missing me with a spinning kick, while I attempted to trip you. You leaped over my leg, falling a few floors, and landing on your feet.
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"Nah, that'd be my brother, Grey Masque. He's a super strength ninja. I'd just fall on my [censored]." White Masque said conversationally.
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"As we entered a ballroom, I lost you. I felt your presence, and leaped up onto a chandelier. You were on an opposite one, and we had an epic sword fight as we swung at each other. Then, for humor, both our bars broke, and the chandeliers began rolling down a hallway. We struck at each other, almost falling off each one. As we..."
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It was impossible for White Masque to be serious for more than two phrases. He lost it and joined in.
"Took the chase into one of the guest rooms where I took a beautiful female hostage and we had a talk about morality before started running with her and you get her back when you get my teddy bear and hold IT ransom for a trade-off, completely forgetting what it was I had stolen from you! So then that happens, but then my teddy bear kills the girl and attacks you with its rocket propelled chainsaw launcher!"
And then of course, the fire alarm went off.
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"A Widow?" He muttered to himself, a hand going up to his chin. "And you're on... Vacation... As part of your training? Who the Hell authorized that? I haven't had time off since I joined Arachnos." He suddenly seemed to go from cold to half curious, half confused. "So, you're not here on some undercover covert mission hiding behind my own objectives, then?"
Not waiting for an answer, he continued. "Well then, good. Maybe you can help me then. You see, intel told me about this box..."
((For the record, he explained that the box had seemed suspicious in that, not only was it on a luxury cruise ship, but was also armored. Fortunatas also detected strange happenings in the future involving it. For this reason they sent the first available operative they had, Jake, to investigate. After explaining his objective here, find out what's in the box and, if thought to be a threat, either destroy it or confiscate it, he asks...))
"... So, if you weren't ordered here, this is incredible luck for me. C'mon, while everyone's at the luau, we can scout out the cargo area." He began walking down the hallway, looking over his shoulder after a few steps to make sure she was following.
"Coming?"
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"Sorry, but Shiomi-nee and Asuka gave me very strict orders to 'relax' and 'have fun'. Their orders supercede all but Lady Ghost Widow and Lord Recluse himself for me. If your box interferes with those orders, I'll help you, but 'til then, I'm under no obligation to deviate from eating hot dogs and playing with Mr. Kitty," Shioh explained, walking in the opposite direction. She didn't know whether or not it was the right way to the luau, she was just trying to make a point in her own childish way.
"You are kidding me." Acid rubbed his eyes in annoyance as the fire alarm squawked its piercing shrieks through the ship yet again, "Either this crew's way too drill-happy, or we've got a fireworm on the loose."
"Firebug." Henteko raised a finger, drawing a confused glance from the reptilian. He quickly clarified himself, "That's the expression you meant to use, right?"
"Sure." came the answer with a slight smirk, Acid opting to save the existence of fireworms for a more opportune moment to string the guy up, "I guess we'll wait a few seconds, see if they cancel it again."
Most of the lounge's other patrons seemed to hold the same opinion; unsure whether the situation was the same as before. Still, there wasn't any fire here and now, so the conclusion that clarification could be awaited was fairly logical...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Jake grimaced, obviously not liking the idea of forgoing some back-up. Judging that the girl was ignorant and probably fairly naive and gullible as well, he opted to play a simple word game with her.
"Oh, but it does. How can you relax when a box that could potentially threaten the lives of everyone on the ship is on board? Including yours? It's impossible. Nobody could be calm under that sit-" He was cut-off by the fire alarm, his eyes shooting up the ceiling, specifically the red bell that was producing the blaring sound.
Looking at Shioh, he gave an "I told you so." look and another beckoning gesture to her, already beginning to walk again.
Shioh didn't like being kept from dinner, but she couldn't really ignore a possible threat, the fire alarm didn't change her mind, either. She was hungry, she was promised hot dogs!
"Hold on," she said, disappearing back into her room for a moment and returning with a pair of cellphones, one of which she handed to Jake.
"If its been on the ship this long it's probably not going to spontaneously grow arms and legs and start killing people. If it set off the fire alarm just now it's probably not dangerous enough for me to be involved either, since if it exploded, the ship would probably be shaking right now, and if it's incendiary, the fire alarm going off means the sprinklers are probably working too.
"Also, I'm an assassin, not a technician. If it IS a bomb, I don't know enough to disarm it. If you REALLY need help, just hit speed dial 1 on that phone and I'll come. Otherwise, I'm hungry, I'm going to that party."
Turning on her heel, Shioh kept going down the other hall.
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Miranda shot Danny a cold glance before rolling her eyes with a smirk. If you could intentionally do that, why couldnt you stop a plate from spilling that was right there in your hand?
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"Oh aye, an' y'don't hear me commentin' on your age, now do you?"
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Focusing her attention on Danny now, Miranda squared her shoulders to him and propped her head up with her arm. And how old do you think I am? Her stare was especially cold, so much so it felt as if the air around him was dropping in temperature
.or perhaps it was.
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"Why do adults always assume that normal rules of politeness don't apply when they're talkin' t'kids?" Then he grinned, a bit nastily.
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Still with ice cold eyes, she reached up and flicked the air with an index finger which in turn caused a stinging chill on the tip of Dannys nose. Shame, youre always suppose to respect your elders. That means saying yes maam and no maam. With manners like that, its no wonder you dont get the respect you think you deserve.
The information about Miranda was pretty sparse. Only that she had a son named Arainn, and a daughter named Breda, alias Azure-Storm. Any other information about herself or son was conveniently missing.
All of a sudden, she cocked her head up, looking in the direction of the exit, as if something might be happening. Only a short moment later, the fire alarm went off again and then everyone was looking around puzzled.
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David laughed as Odette proceeded to scare the hell out of the staff, but she did make a good point. Why did it take them so long to respond to the alarm? "You certainly know how to command someone's attention Odette, and I found it quite entertaining." David looked over at the gunslinger in the corner, "Man of few words aren't ya big guy?"
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Gunner shrugged and followed the duo out of the room. "Talk is cheap."
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Thank you, lets just say I know some very important people on this lovely vessel.
Odette looked at gunner with a disappointed look, Aww, am I not worth talking to? Well then, I guess we will have to bring you out of your shell a bit The three of them enter a grand casino with chandeliers and the whole nine yards, Oh I love this place! Ok, lets get a table up front by the stage! she runs to a table almost losing her two gentleman guests and she sits down to save the table waving them over, come on boys the show is about to start!
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Harry let himself be led down the hallway with the kind of lazy stride you only see on people have who have no place to go and aren't in a particular hurry to get there.
"Well, I'm a busy guy," he gave a half-smile. "Plus I'm not too great at rememberin' things like that. I might have heard of it and just don't remember it. I do that kinda stuff all the time."
"Buy hey, you seem pretty up to date on classy stuff, so if you say it's cool, I'll take yer word for it."
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Well thank you for the trust, but this club isnt exactly classy it may be on a cruise ship, but its pretty wild. Oh, and did I forget to mention, there are meta-brawls there
well not officially, but some of the staff I know stole some tech from the arena and set up a mini-one of their own. Its not illegal or anything, its just a good clean fights. Silk describes the arena with a hint of bloodlust in her almost jet-black eyes. I figured wed dance, and then take in a match or two unless, getting a touch pouty you dont think you can take a little violence on your vacation.
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"As we entered a ballroom, I lost you. I felt your presence, and leaped up onto a chandelier. You were on an opposite one, and we had an epic sword fight as we swung at each other. Then, for humor, both our bars broke, and the chandeliers began rolling down a hallway. We struck at each other, almost falling off each one. As we..."
...He would keep going like that until he found someone, or he was interrupted, so let's leave the rest to our imaginations.
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"Took the chase into one of the guest rooms where I took a beautiful female hostage and we had a talk about morality before started running with her and you get her back when you get my teddy bear and hold IT ransom for a trade-off, completely forgetting what it was I had stolen from you! So then that happens, but then my teddy bear kills the girl and attacks you with its rocket propelled chainsaw launcher!"
And then of course, the fire alarm went off
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MOTHER$^#^@&! The welding woman tears off her facemask again and immediately rushes to a panel on the wall. Removing a few cables from her tech gauntlet she plugs them into the panel and with a look of pure frustration, she says in the sweetest voice possible, we are so sorry for the inconvenience this has caused you all, upon examining the last disturbance, the alarm was tripped a second time, please return to your cruise activities and enjoy your time on the Naiad!
She presses a button on her gauntlet and rips the cables from the wall marching to the safe where the gas was from, and sticking her gauntlet onto the icewall. a small drill punctures the icesheild and the remaining gas begins to filter very quickly into the gauntlet. Her veins go green slowly as more and more of the gas filters into her body giving her a very frightening look.
after the gas clears, she almost recklessly makes her way to the upper decks where the two storytellers are standing. she says in a very brash tone.
Do you realize how retarded you two are? I hope to god that wasnt you who caused the first alarm because this is the second alarm I have had to BS an excuse for and the staff comes to me when crap like this happens! If you dont tell me who the hell you are and why you are snooping around here, I am going to have both of you kicked off the boat...WITHOUT MEDBEACONS!. NOW TALK!Most of the veins on her face are green as she yells these final words.
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Thank you, lets just say I know some very important people on this lovely vessel.
Odette looked at gunner with a disappointed look, Aww, am I not worth talking to? Well then, I guess we will have to bring you out of your shell a bit The three of them enter a grand casino with chandeliers and the whole nine yards, Oh I love this place! Ok, lets get a table up front by the stage! she runs to a table almost losing her two gentleman guests and she sits down to save the table waving them over, come on boys the show is about to start!
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David casually walked over to the table that Odette had gotten for them and he took his seat. He looked around at the casino, "Pretty nice place here. Almost feel like I am under dressed for in here." He marveled at how expensive it all looked. A blond waitress walked up to David, "Hello there sir, can I get you a drink?" He looked up at the waitress, "Yeah a Scotch on the Rocks would be great right now." As the waitress walked off he turned back to Odette, "So Odette, who exactly is this friend of yours?"
((An interesting plan. Time to see if I can write something that only amuses me in a storyline way and not in the headshot-execution style I am known for.))
((Also, Spade, happy birthday. Greensboro's a real nice town. Was there for a bit.))
Just as Odette and David sat down in the casino, several disgruntled murmurs came from the entrance.
Rather large men in rather menacing black suits were slowly pushing a circle of people away from the door. Two figures were in the center of the cluster.
One of them was a tall man of possible east-european descent. His hair was jet black and cut to a short, military-style buzz. He wore finely made clothing, his smart black shoes shined to an almost blinding sheen.
Only the very most observant would realize that all of the suited men, including him, had a small rectangular box sitting comfortably in their back pocket.
The other man in the center was completely underdressed for the grand casino. Dirty carpenter pants and black work boots complimented a long sleeved, garishly orange hooded jacket. The man above this street-trash ensemble had orange-tinted, blood stained flight goggles hung around his neck, and he was chewing a....fuse? His dirty brown hair was only somewhat tamed into a fauxhawk.
The two men took a seat at a table alone and the various suited men sat in a protective circle of tables around theirs.
A waiter approached them.
"Mister Dune, mister..."
"Famine, champ."
"Mister Famine. I hope you are enjoying your trip?"
"Merlot. Finest vintage. Go get it." 'Mister Dune' told him matter of factly, and the waiter was off with a nod.
"Right, Famine. I believe we had business to attend to."
Famine scratched the side of his head. "Sounds about right."
"I assume you fully understand the plans we have."
A waiter passed by.
"Oh, yeah, great weather.
...Yeah, I'll be ready. My payment?"
"After."
"Sounds like a plan."
The waiter returned with the merlot.
"Scallops. Get going." 'Mister Dune' told him again, shooing him. The assembled suited men in the tables around them scanned the area with caution.
"Do you fully understand who is on this ship with us?" 'Dune' asked, seeming almost impressed with Famine's casual airs.
"Yeah, pretty damn sure I know what I'm doing there Re...Dune."
"I'd better not hear any other names."
"Hey, your call. What are they gonna do here anyway, wreck half the ship to get you?"
"I wouldn't put it past them."
"You're always lookin' over your shoulder, Dune. I can respect that."
"Just watch yourself, Famine. I've got a bad feeling about this one."
"I figure there's about a ninety percent chance of our [censored] getting ruined, but hey, them's good enough odds for the rest of my jobs."
"Let's shoot a bit higher than that, shall we?"
"Whatever you say."
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Psst! Tempting! Both White Masque and John are in the upper hallways right now! And did you even READ my latest page 13 post? If she works for Crey, she should already know exactly who started the fire.
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Miranda shot Danny a cold glance before rolling her eyes with a smirk. If you could intentionally do that, why couldnt you stop a plate from spilling that was right there in your hand?
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"Maybe 'cos when I did 'that', y'were no' tryin' t'drop me on m'rump?" he mumbled testily. He snagged the plate after he had finished reading Miranda's rather sparse biographical information and resumed eating- his mum had told him that being this hungry all the time meant that he was hitting his growth spurt, but so far he wasn't seeing it.
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Still with ice cold eyes, she reached up and flicked the air with an index finger which in turn caused a stinging chill on the tip of Dannys nose. Shame, youre always suppose to respect your elders. That means saying yes maam and no maam. With manners like that, its no wonder you dont get the respect you think you deserve.
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Danny paused to rub his nose, nearly taking his eye out with his fork. "Kindly dinna do that." he said coolly, tossing her a brief glare. "Y'may comment on my manners, but I do na' make quite so free wi' my powers." Then he paused for a long moment, giving her an oddly inscrutable look (or as inscrutable as it could be while he was steadily eating, anyways).
Eventually, he shook his head. "Nae." he said at last. "I dinna think I'll be playin' that game." He swallowed and set the now-empty plate aside, and started ticking off on his fingers. "First, y'introduce y'rself by your first name. Then, y'get all huffy when I point out that I am nae makin' reference... at all... to your age... and then y'start sayin' that I sh'd be callin' ye ma'am all th'time. So, if I start callin' y'ma'am, then I get in trouble for implyin' that y're "old", or summat; an' if I don't, then I get in trouble f'r not treatin' my 'elder' wi' respect." He shrugged as expansively as his skinny frame could manage and gave Miranda a flat look. "So, d'ye want to continue th'game, or shall we find a new one? Maybe one that does na' assume that I'm an idiot?" he said bluntly, pointedly looking away.
Then he glanced back. "And I do'na make guesses as t'anybody's age anymore. In thi' goofy world, y'could be an immortal, walkin' th'Earth since prehistory, or y'could be a clone wi' implanted memories tha' was activated five minutes 'afore I got here. So guessin' accordin' t'looks is kinda pointless." he added as an aside.
((... Danny's a fairly sharp kid, but he hasn't necessarily learned when it's wiser to keep his mouth shut 
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"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
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((sorry i missed the small bit about their current setting i'll have her move more accurately plz forgive me. also she does not work for crey she just knew about the contents of the box because she is working to find something in the cargohold as well. And i did read the posts, i was just trying to catch up quickly. sry for the confusion things should be correct now))
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"Well, I'm actually a very timid kinda guy," Harry said, adopting a mock-serious tone. "And try to avoid violence in most forms. However, luckily for you, I also have low self-esteem and require the constant validation of others. Because of which, I collapse like a house of cards under peer pressure. So lead the way to this 'wild club' of yours and I'll do my utmost not to embaress you by fainting."
Through Dannys sprawled out explanation, Miranda began massaging her temples. She waved down a waiter and, despite her belief that it was too early to be really drinking, ordered a martini. When the waiter arrived with her drink, she downed it in one shot, gave him the glass back to order another and placed the olive on Dannys empty plate.
Youre pretty sharp, Ill give you that, she started with a sigh, but socially, you're duller than a fat homebody on prom night. When I was talking about minding your manners and respecting your elders, I was referring to kids (you in particular) who the normal rules of politeness dont apply. Youll get no respect without earning it with due respect. In other words, if you dont want people calling you by the title kid then call them maam or sir. Her second drink was placed before her and she took a small sip.
and you call me either Miss or Miranda, if you somehow confused yourself.
She looked up toward the ceiling as she thought of something,
now that I think of it, maybe it wouldnt be a good idea to just go talk to that girl you were interested in. I can see the cascading failure now.
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Youre pretty sharp, Ill give you that, she started with a sigh, but socially, you're duller than a fat homebody on prom night. When I was talking about minding your manners and respecting your elders, I was referring to kids (you in particular) who the normal rules of politeness dont apply. Youll get no respect without earning it with due respect. In other words, if you dont want people calling you by the title kid then call them maam or sir. Her second drink was placed before her and she took a small sip.
and you call me either Miss or Miranda, if you somehow confused yourself.
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Danny offered her another old-fashioned look. "I suppose I shouldna be surprised... 'tis the way of the world, after all... but t'would be nice, once in a while, to talk t'an adult who didna assume that I had to earn politeness, whilst they were entitled to it, simply by virtue of havin' been around longer than me." he commented a bit irritably, carefully avoiding the word 'older'. Then he shrugged again.
"I suppose 'tis a female thing... I ha' th'vague feelin' I should be apologizin' for summat, although th'devil take me if I c'n figure out what." Then he raised an eyebrow. "An' it seems t'me tha' I've been a good bit more polite t'ye than you have been to me. Thus far, y've called me 'little boy', 'socially inept', chastised me for 'wasting' food that ye made me drop on th'floor, criticized me for not callin' ye 'ma'am' when y'implied that t'was no what ye'd prefer t'be called, an' made uncomfortably free wi' y'r powers, while I'm na' guilty o' much more th'n bein' perhaps a bit overly familiar. Oh, an' of course I'm guilty o' bein' young." he finished, making a sour face.
Danny leaned forwards a little, resting his chin on his knuckles and his elbows on his crossed knees and watched her. "An' y'r assumption tha' I want t'pursue th'lass from Arachnos strikes me as... odd. She's enough older'n me that even if I were interested in one o' them crazy Spider-fetishists, she's unlikely to return th'interest. So m'social ineptitude isna much of an issue there." he said, perhaps a little more sharply than he'd intended.
Then he shook his head and curled up a bit, hugging his knees. "I do apologize, I s'ppose, if I ha' interfered wi' your relaxation, Miss Miranda. S'just tha' I find I do'na ha' much in common wi' me so-called 'peers' these days, so I gravitate summat automatically towards th'other metas that are about. A'least there, I've got summat to talk about." he admitted with a flash of vulnerability.
Then the firealarms went off, and the vulnerability vanished, electricity crackling around Danny and his bow appearing in his hand, an arrow knocked and ready as he spun rapidly, gaining altitude as he assessed the situation. Then he blushed a little, dropping back to his former position as he put the bow away and let the electricity fade. "Feh. A little too free wi' th'alarms lately, methinks. Either tha' or th'ship's about t'sink." he muttered darkly.
"A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head." Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates
MA Arcs: #12285, "Small Fears", #106553, "Trollbane", #12669, "How to Survive a Robot Uprising"
At least youre learning, she said with a smile. And for the record, I never told you to call me maam but you should have anyway unless told otherwise. Returning to her glass, she swirled her drink by the stem before finishing it off.
because that would have been polite. Or did you forget how rudely you first regarded me?
Deciding she felt just a wee bit tipsy, Miranda determined she had had enough and shook her head to dismiss the waiter who was looking in her direction with a do you need anything? face. Charisma, tact and charm can be powerful weapons if used right
even more powerful than those arrows of yours. Do you understand? She didnt really give him much of a chance to answer as she continued, Sure you do, youre a sharp kid. But comprehending is only half of it
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she says in the sweetest voice possible, we are so sorry for the inconvenience this has caused you all, upon examining the last disturbance, the alarm was tripped a second time, please return to your cruise activities and enjoy your time on the Naiad!
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After the alarm finally was shut off, Miranda rose to her feet and waved to Danny over her shoulder. She side stepped a fire dancer, putting out his flaming sticks with a wave of her hand, and exited the luau.
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"Also, I'm an assassin, not a technician. If it IS a bomb, I don't know enough to disarm it. If you REALLY need help, just hit speed dial 1 on that phone and I'll come. Otherwise, I'm hungry, I'm going to that party."
Turning on her heel, Shioh kept going down the other hall.
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Suddenly, the white feline squirmed from her arms, jumped on her shoulder and leapt to the ground in the direction of Jake. The cat turned back toward Shioh with a Mrrow then continued down the hall before turning a corner.
Only a moment later, Miranda came walking down the hall in time to cross paths with Jake and Shioh from the direction of the luau. Her eyes went to Jake then Shioh before saying a word. Young lady, you might want to be careful. You might have a stalker that could pose a danger but if you want my advice, you should just talk to him to find out what he wants. She said nothing more and continued to her room.
John smacked his face as the fire alarm began, and was shut off yet again. "Jebus. It was so peaceful before I woke up today. No blaring alarms, no gassed rooms, no Crey..." He continued down the hallway he'd already been proceeding down, glancing around the corner boredly. "It's almost like it's the world's lot in life to keep that box hidden."
He raised an eyebrow, before turning to White Masque. "I have a question- Surely the box must have, like, REAL guards. Robots or mystics or mutants or whatever matches the contents of said container." He frowned, but his eyes showed his sarcastic tone, "So my question is- Where the heck is the cargo hold?! I mean, seriously.
"I've been up and down this ship, and I haven't even seen any guard cliches except you- Guy in Suit- but you haven't tried to stop me finding the box yet." He began walking down a random hallway, before stopping, thumping his face, and sighing.
"I apparently have the shortest memory span ever. Tall Guy Short Guy. That is, like, the ARCHETYPE of door-guarding-ness," he turned to White Masque, which cued the first time he stopped to let the guy even answer anything, "Do you know where a tall guy is? Preferably with a shorter-slash-much shorter guy with him?"
A look of mock hurt crossed John's face, before he turned away from White, and crossed his arms like a six year old. "Well... Well... You look... Like a dummy-head! So... So there!"
However, he then sighed and his arms fell. "That sounded funnier in my head. Isn't it weird how it always seems to turn out that way?"
He turned around, but both his smile and his mock-hurt were gone. "Seriously though, I'm actually a bit worried. A room on this yacht had poison gas as a safety measure. Sure, it's to be expected from Crey, but that means more DANGEROUS stuff might be aboard." He scratched his chin, sighing. "...And I'm risking my life to find out what's in a box. Is that sad or what?"