Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140219044430/@comment-4681758-20140316032955

Casting off the final tack lines mooring the ship to the boathouse, the ship officially cast off, and the expedition truly began. Silver manned the helm, determined to put as much distance betwen himself and the incoming storm as possible. Something always changed in Silver whenever he took the helm; most of the time he was sarcastic, impulsive, but at that wheel, he was all-business with a one-track mind. He became one with the ship.

Arriving at the cargo bay with his companion, Ciarán closed the door and gave Natalia a look that made his distrust perfectly clear.

"I don't trust mercenaries on principle.  Even less so when they know who I really am.  Even less than that when they seem to have some mysterious benefactor.  I find it very odd how out of nowhere, you were able to post your father's bail four years ago, and pay your own hospital bills without any insurance.  And how fortunate that you were able to get your impressive transcipts to Beacon when no other combat school had ever heard of you before.  But none of that is more suspicious to me than why a gun-for-hire would go looking for one of the most dangerous creatures in existence.  So tell me: Who do you work for?"