As the sniping continues in the tense minutes before the jailbreak's climax, Garth holds Delia's infernal gaze without wavering. "Toys, eh? Well, for a certain type, there are always more toys to be found, aren't there? Perhaps not on this ship- which is why I do trust you not to do anything unfortunate before we succeed and get to land." As Delia spins around for him, he continues to watch- if the display titillated him, he's cool enough to not show it. "Because love and adoration don't fill your stomach, physical or spiritual," he says flatly. "Come off it. We both know what you are, and we both know that there's no benefit to either of us fighting now. Later," he says, "is later."  The centaur snorts, tail flicking around as Delia touches her again. "Evil or good," Chira says carefully, "Would be wise to make sure the fighter going into danger in front of them is fully healed. I do not want to pick sides, though." The signs of the effect the succubus has with her touch are subtle, but there nonetheless for Delia's experienced eye; the slight shudder going up the centaur's spine, The exhalation, but there wasn't anything else coming right then.<br/><br/>Mona snorts. "What, you think if I had a bit more demon blood and a bit less devil blood in me, I'd be more effective? Maybe. Maybe I'd be more effective if I had a bit more demon in me, it's true- want to test the theory?" The redhead licks her lips with a slight leer, looking at Delia- but Garth's hand comes down wordlessly on the young woman's shoulder at the same time the succubus issues her apology, and the redhead straightens up with a grimace as she reins herself in. "Of course. A... pleasure to meet you as well." She brushes her hair behind her ears, only pouting a little.<br/><br/>As the drow vanishes, his eyes dart down, seeing himself start to disappear. "Wise. I won't be much help in a stand-up fight," he says, waiting until the magic takes its full course. After it has, Delia feels the drow wrap his arms around her stomach, pressing himself into her soft body from the rear- due to the magic, though, nobody else can see a thing unless they're sharp-eyed enough to see the succubus's ear partly disappear into the drow's invisible mouth. Warm breath and a warmer tongue brush over her earlobe and- talking softly enough for nobody else to hear- Aron murmurs, "Such an explosive group of friends. Perhaps it'll be... healthier for me to go find some plump ship captain, take care of them, and stay out of your way, hmm? Until then-" and like that, the drow vanishes in a figurative as well as literal sense.<br/><br/>As Xarius speaks up, beginning his plan, the others shut up and mostly pay attention to him. Mona snickers, and adds, "Right, no fire I don't know I can extinguish," partway through, but that's the sum total of the interruptions. The plan is absorbed by all present, with slight nods- and absolutely nobody goes back to their cell. "Rather be fish food than die in a few months working in the mines anyway," Chira offers. And when Xarius makes his offer to Mona, the woman visibly perks up. "Aww... you know how to sweet talk a girl with talking about mass destruction cutie. Tell you what, we both go in the drink, I'll eat you myself before any mean mermaids or sharks can get both of us," the woman purrs... with one sidelong look at Delia first. Chira clears her throat and adds, "Since I don't have a weapon, and anything we find will probably be a little... small, for me, I'll mostly be trampling and, er, eating people. Only soldiers, though," she says. "And I can hold, uh, a lot before I slow down, so... don't be afraid to weaken a few and I'll take care of them as we go." Garth doesn't look entirely pleased at that, but instead merely says, "I'm also limited without weapons, but anything we find I can use fast. So if you do eat someone," he gives a sidelong look at the blushing centaur, "Make them drop their weapons *first*."<br/><br/>With that, they all get mostly behind Xarius and Chira, heading for the main door out of the cell block. With a deep breath, the feline paladin turns the handle and pushes the door open; beyond is a long, ten foot wide, dimly lit hall. There's a pair of soldiers in armor lounging against the wall perhaps twenty feet away, talking with a short, rodent-like crewman with a mop- while one of the soldiers turns and stares in frank horror at the centaur out of her cell, the other one grabs the crewman's arm and shoves him to the door. "Cell break! Run, idiot, and start yelling!" While luck has initially disfavored the group, both soldiers start drawing their swords and making to block the hall. They both have on most of the same gear as the cell guard, complete with chainmail, shield, and longsword- the Empire is rich enough to have mostly standard gear for their regular soldiers. The black-furred ratfolk crewman's wearing dark blue cheap cloth uniform, and gapes with erect ears at the escapees just as stupidly as one soldier while holding his cracked mop like a lifeline. The ship's deck under your feet is smooth wood, kept clean by diligent labor while the ship was underway and crewmen didn't have anything better to do; there's the slight smell of sulfur and cannons about the deck, with a hint of poor hygiene underneath it all drowned out by the salty smell of the sea. There's a slight swell to the seas, the boat rocking just slightly from side to side against the wind but nothing even the landlubbers can't handle without difficulty- were there a storm, things would be considerably less pleasant. The light in the chamber is mostly from dim lanterns in the wall, with a bit of pale sunlight coming in from the open passages on either side.<br/><br/>((I went ahead and rolled init for everyone.<br/><br/>Delia: 23<br/>Mona: 22<br/>Xarius: 19<br/>Garth: 16<br/>Crewman: 10<br/>Chira: 8<br/>Soldiers: 2<br/><br/>The situation: The hallway's ten feet wide (equivalent of 2 squares), so kind of cramped. I'll draw a simple map if either of you want. 20 feet away, side by side, are two soldiers in chainmail with swords similar to the guard that Delia incapacitated; just behind them's a rodent crewman who's been told to raise the alarm. The hallway doesn't have doors, but it does have open passages on either side, spaced every twenty feet or so; the soldiers are in front of the first one. The hallway goes for about sixty feet in total, into a pair of double doors; you can remember coming in through there, it's the main cargo hold complete with large ramp up to the top deck and ladders down to the bottom deck. You're on the middle of three decks; you *think* you remember the small cannon armament being on this deck, and most of the crew quarters on the bottom deck below this while the captain's cabin is on the top deck. Xarces, if you want to work on your post while you wait, the only NPC acting before you is Mona, and she's going to be trying to keep the crewman from fleeing via a spell.))