Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140219044430/@comment-4681758-20140223015754

Intentionally ignoring Neon, Silver looked and told Alex: "I wouldn't say unsafe, but the owner values his privacy VERY highly.  And yes Liadan, I do know the owner.  Very well.  In fact, he's the one who paid for this expedition.  Now, I'm going to go in and let the owner know we're here.  DO NOT go in before I let you know its OK.  If you do... Well, let's not get into it.  Just don't go in until I say to."

Silver stepped inside, and the exterior of the mansion was in stark contrast to the interior. On the inside, the house was a well-kept Victorian-esque mansion decorated with maritime artifacts and antiques. Slipping into his natural accent, Silver called up to the upstairs.

"Oy!  Ye die on me, ye salty ole gobshite?!"

Answering him was a crusty sailor's voice, and a man with one leg using a crutch began descending the staircase.

"I was trying, but I was interrupted by some mongrel pup of a cabin boy!"

"Better than a washed up old sea dog who hobbles to get around!"

"Impudent whelp!"

"Foul-smelling swabber!"

And as it looked like the two would start to tear each other apart, both men began laughing heartily and hugged each other.

Silver stepped back and said: "It's good to see ye, Uncle Flint.  Ye look like a shark chewed ye up and gave up halfway through."

"Aye, but look at yourself.  Hard to believe you're that scruffy-looking son of a whore who snuck his way onto The Devastation almost thirteen years ago."

"Who's scruffy-looking?!"