OOC: omg omg I'm so sorry I haven't posted I was really sick since Sunday.

Aneira rolled her eyes, all of this getting to know each other stuff was useless. She got up from the table leaving behind a few coins on the table to pay for the meal, if the thief stole she would make sure he'd lose the use of his finger permanently. Something that she and Jong, whom had introduced himself earlier, both were willing to do when he made the threat to the young man. "Aniera" she said coldly, rudely interrupting whatever conversation was taking place.

She left the inn without looking back at the others, and headed back to her small home wedged into a series of small houses, but they felt more like apartments because of the size. Her neighbours two sailors, weren't home probably off at sea. She reentered her home, her travelling trunk thrown into the small foyer of her home. She emptied the contents of the trunk, some things were smudged with water, from the last escapade but otherwise all was good and dry. She put in a set of fresh clothes that lay folded on a table by the cleaning lady, and placed them in her trunk. She then put in some of the toiletries such as soap, and her brush. Her pestle and a series of mortars then went in. Followed by her spice rack, filled with various expensive and rare herbs some of them had magical properties but most were for cooking. She closed the trunk, sealing it with ice as she touched the opening with her finger. After packing she got up and dusted both her hands off, quickly arranging things around the house then with one final look she grabbed the handle of her trunk and pulled it behind her. One would think that the trunk would scrape across the ground but it slid across on ice.

She left her home locking the door behind her, and made her way to the ship yard she would be punctual and get along with the dirty deed that the Captain had planned. She sat on her trunk waiting for the others or the captain to arrive.

((I was starting to wonder where you disappeared to.))
Jong seemed to pay little attention to the others as he engraved Lernard Jeri on the bullet. In fact, he had been listening intently, to swashbuckler and thief try to socialise. The latter seemed very awkward at it but Jong paid it no mind. Thieves generally had to be paranoid. Just then, the woman with an attitude he met earlier, got up, left her share of coins on the table and walked; her walk was brisk with no hint of useless movement and without turning back. She even graced them with a name by which to call her, Aniera. He'd have to be careful about that one.

The flow of the conversation was cut and Jong took the opportunity to slip outside behind her. Not that he was following her, rather, he untied his horse to go take a look around the shipyard. If things ran afoul, he'd have to know the quickest way in, around and out of the combat area. There he encountered guards walking around searching for someone, or something. This wasn't much of a surprise, many suspicious characters ran around this fair port town and it was only natural. Though Jong didn't pay great mind to the man who came to the inn drenched to the bones, the pieces started to click in to place.

Tapping the shoulder of a nearby guard, he spoke,

"If you're looking for a man that may or may not have escaped in to the water, you should be able to find him in the tavern, hiding among the patrons. You can't miss him, he's soaking wet."

Before the guard could reply, Binky trotted forwards and in to the shipyard.

Ari felt he couldn't add anything to the conversation (or at least, he got bored), and seeing a few others go out, silently moved out of the inn, and moved in one direction. He looked around, seeing the various sights, and what seemed to be a few guards going past him. Feeling that he had nothing else, he walked to the shipyard.

OOC: Oops, didn't see that, Nate.
EDIT: Woops. I read something else, My bad. Sorry Zesper McFoxyPants Captain Zesper.
IC:
"Oh, I think to be one skilled with the knife, and perhaps faster than most." Lenard heard himself saying. This isn't my style, socializing with complete strangers. he thought.
You idiot! countered another voice in his head. These guys could kill you if you don't know about them!
It just doesn't seem right...
As the mental argument inside his head raged on, he got up. Mumbling something about a needle, he went to the door, as if driven by some unknown desire, unaware of the two guards passing by him into the inn. Even though it was still sunny, it seemed to only irritate Lenard further. As the constant debate in his head continued, a headache formed. Attempting to shake it off, Lenard went to the center of town, to look for a needle shop.

Not really the social type, is he? Raleigh thought to himself as the man he had been talking to got up and left, mumbling something about needles. As he looked around, he noticed that most of the other men had left to. A shame, really. He might actually have been interested on that quest or whatever that they were going on. In fact, it had piqued his curiosity. The least he could do was find out about this voyage. It wasn't like he had anything better to do. Hadn't the man said something about a Captain? Yes, that's right. Captain Avigo. But where to look? With no other leads to go on, Raleigh left the inn and followed the others who had recently left. They seemed to be headed in the general direction of the shipyard.

O.O.C: Sorry; just got back from a seven day trip.

I.C: Flynt had been waiting for the person, "Raleigh" to finish, but all of a sudden, many people started leaving the tavern. A woman had also left, leaving a name which he hadn't caught. It seemed like he was the only one left.

Oh well, he thought. There's really nothing much more to say...

He got up from his chair, picked up his belongings, and headed out, following the others. He thought,
The plot thickens; the adventure begins.

Johnny left the party cause he knew it was about time to meet up at the dock. The town was so quiet and dark that it seemed the officers had forgotten him. He smoothly creeped towards the pier where he saw most of the other people waiting. He quickly joined the group and awaited Captain Avigo's arrival.

O.O.C.
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Sorry, I had to leave for a few days to visit my grandmother. Before I post, is everyone down at the gates? Oh, and to clear one thing up that a lot of you are having trouble with; IT IS NOT NIGHTTIME. It's noon.

OOC: Well, Conquest is apparently going to a needle shop.

((Quick, use your GM powers to place the needle shop by the ship yard entrance!))

OOC: Ima assume that there is a needle shop.
IC:
"Hah! Found it!" exclaimed Lenard. Peering through the windows, he spotted several needles, poking out from balls of yarn in several colors. Strolling into the shop, he cordially greeted the shop owner, and after showing the rip, the owner went straight to business. "No, no. you need more than one needle... get some string... that's not enough... add some variety, get more color!" All these comments bounced around Lenard's head as he slowly processed that he was buying something. Before long, Lenard found himself outside the door, with a pack of ten needles, no money, and a plethora of string, all in a sack the size of his thigh. Dazed, he stumbled to a nearby bench, identical to the one his sat next to the one child advertising the captain's job. Pulling a needle from the pouch, he started attempting to mend the torn tunic. After his desperate tries to get the string through the needle's eye, he proceeded to half-heartedly stitch the flaw, only to stab his finger. Should've bought a thimble. Lenard thought furiously as he smeared the blood on his pants leg. Eventually, he finished, and the rip was no longer ripped, but instead covered in a thick red coat. Wincing, Lenard walked towards the dock, sack in hand.

O.O.C: Hopefully this RP will pick up soon...
(waiting for the almighty GM to continue the story!)

O.O.C.
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Sorry. I was bitten by a deer tick, and I run the risk of Lyme disease. It is nothing serious as of now, but I am being closely watched for any symptoms that are associated with the disease, so I might not be able to get time to create a post today. Sorry.

OOC: Oh noes!

No wonder you haven't been moderating my forum.

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