{DM NOTICE}: The RP has rewound to<span style="font-style: italic">"Isla Coco: day 2"</span>.<br/><br/>-[Beach Scene]-<br/>[Resla 1]:<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Resla really didn't know how she was supposed to be feeling. The fact that she had ended up in this situation baffled her. she could have just gone and talked to someone, maybe get introduced to their tribe, and done! mission accomplished! why did her kind have to be so damn curious. it always seemed weird that the other boundaryless spent years on average completing what to her seemed like a simple task. Maybe they were incompetent. maybe she was incompetent. maybe they all were. maybe the whole mission was pointless. <br/>...or maybe... she just hadn't gotten the hang of her adventurous spirit yet! <br/>...as true as that might be, she cringed as soon as those words entered her mind. did it have to sound so cheesy?<br/>she realized at that moment that she had stopped moving. stopped working. she did have a tendency to get lost in thought, didn't she? enough of that shit. she looked at her surroundings with a combined feeling of fear, annoyance, and intrigue. the ship was bad enough, but now she just saw water. sand and water. well, aside from the fact that her surroundings were filled with people, none of whom she knew, who were all doing work that they were probably benefiting from, but she sure as hell wasn't. that's what happens when you sneak in undetected, i guess. she let out a sigh. what was she doing again? who cares, she wasn't getting paid for it. she stood up straight, and tried her best to discretely maneuver her surroundings. she just needed some air, and was moving with the intention of reaching the edge of the water. not for any real reason, she just wanted to get away from everyone. if she did it discretely, she should be fine. no one would notice her, right?</div></div></div><br/>[Sin 1]:<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">God damn, this was a weird bunch. Sin couldn't help but sigh as she thought about everything that had happened over the past couple days. And to think, it all started off so well, why the Hell did that self-proclaimed goddess have to pick her? Or was it Spectra? She was the one who suggested the stop, did she have something to do with it? <br/><br/>Ah, as much as she wanted to be able to blame it all on that damn goofy succubus she knew that wasn't the case. I mean, she couldn't know with 100% accuracy, but all her senses were telling her the woman was telling the truth so she was pretty sure this whole thing hadn't been some scheme masterminded by her.<br/><br/>But then again, did that really mean that it was all her own fault? Well that just couldn't be. She didn't do anything wrong! ... From a pirate perspective, at least... and that was her perspective, so clearly...!<br/><br/>Sin had sort of been milling about most of the time on the island. Not interacting with too many people unless forced to basically. That's just how she was. It took work to earn her respect and she simply wasn't the type to go out of her way to start stupid little chats with anybody over anything.<br/><br/>Of course, more than anything, she loved her freedom, and the sea, so naturally her meandering would lead her back towards it.<br/><br/>It was great that everything seemed to be going smoothly... you know, considering the whole stranded on an island after having her ship stolen, thing. Of course that also meant that someone who usually had a strong and clear sense of purpose was now just, killing time. That sucked.<br/><br/>As Sin sat on the beach, staring out to the sea, the waves gently brushing against her paws as they sunk slightly into the damp sand, she heard someone coming up from behind her, rather quietly. Having her moment of reflection spoiled, her ears lowered as she began to speak without looking back. As quietly as they were moving, she had a pretty good idea who it was anyway...<br/><br/>"You know, Spectra... Despite my better judgement, I still believe you when you say you're actually trying to help me. And even though you're doing it because you want my soul, at least that makes it more understandable for me. At least I know that both of us have an end goal.<br/><br/>But your whole, 'be nicer' shtick, well that's just bullshit. I'm a fucking PIRATE, understand? I'm not SUPPOSED to be nice. I'm supposed to lead my crew, which is what I do... VERY WELL, actually. Don't suppose you've noticed how no one's tried to start a mutiny, even though we're in the situation we're in? Sure, some might say it's because I've got Sara at my side, but, she can think for herself too, you know? I guess that's her whole THING, what makes her special, or whatever. She's a machine, but she doesn't actually HAVE to do what you say. Not unless she actually WANTS to. So yeah, am I mean? Sure, of course I am. I'm a bloody pirate. It's who I am, understand? I"m not going to be warm and cuddly, that's your th--"<br/><br/>Sin finally began to rise up and turn around when she saw the other person on the beach with her...<br/><br/>It wasn't Spectra. In fact, she had no idea who it was...<br/><br/>"Who the fuck are you?" She asked, one hand reaching towards one of her knives as she kept a wary and watchful eye on this unknown reptilian person. Or perhaps the better word would be, unnoticed. She'd been so distracted over the last couple days, it would make sense that something she would normally catch, like a stowaway, might slip by her attention just this once.No longer, though. Resla was not only on the captain's radar, she was squarely in her sights.</div></div></div><br/>[Resla 2]:<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Resla stopped dead in her tracks. she wasn't alone. Her fear spiked as a voice she had become familiar with pierced through the silence. oh fuck. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! what could she do? her first instinct was to run, try her best to pretend this didn't happen, but she had clearly already been noticed. There was still a chance though, though for her to do what, she was unsure. Sin's voice was calm, and that reassured her, if only slightly. her body was completely still as Sin continued to speak. Spectra? oh, right. well, this could be going better. She stood and listened to every word, her breath held, as if the slightest movement was a death sentence. her eyes darted around, her mind racing, heart pounding.<br/><br/>The words of the captain seemed distant, and hard to make yet, yet simultaneously pierced through Resla. Finally deciding she needed to do something, she slowly took a step back...<br/><br/>Everything seemed to go in slow motion as Sin suddenly began to move, facing the scaled visage of Resla, which had now gone almost completely white. And then they made eye contact, and it was all over. All of that time unnoticed had been wasted because of one stupid mistake. She took a deep breath, along with another step back, while slowly and discretely extending her claws, fight or flight racing through her head. she tried to speak, but nothing escaped her mouth. She wanted to get mad at herself. a trained warrior, cowering before one single person, but she knew better than that. Sin was someone she knew she should fear. Resla tried to speak again, with a slightly better result. "please, I-I really don't mean to... I mean just wanted... oh god, please don't..." she pleaded in fractured sentences, trying her best to hide her claws. What could she really say? she was clearly the one in the wrong here, and she knew she couldn't justify it, but there had to be something... "please, i don't mean any harm! let me make it up to you... s-somehow" she added, clinging to her last strand of hope.</div></div></div><br/>[Sin 2]:<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Resla would hear a low growl emanating from Sin's throat. The claws hadn't gone unnoticed, but more importantly, the intruder still didn't answer her question.<br/><br/>"I asked you a question..." She said forcefully, her grip tightening on her knife. "I know you're not one of my crew, but you clearly know who I am and what's going on, so that means you're not a newcomer like the tree man, so that whittles it down to stowaway. You know what I would normally do to a stowaway on my ship?" She asked, a wicked grin forming on her face before being replaced by an angry frown. "Unfortunately my ship is somewhere else, so I'm left with a few options. I can feed you to a hungry tree man, or maybe take and have you myself, or you can work off your debt. How long were you on the ship and what did you use? How much food did you eat and how many supplies did you take? Try to be as specific as possible." She said maintaining her forceful and controlling tone throughout.<br/><br/>"And for fucks sake, answer the question. Who the fuck are you?" She added again.</div></div></div><br/>[Resla 3]:<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Resla visibly shivered, before responding as quickly as possible "I-I am Resla, of the lacertus. That means nothing to you, I realize that, but that's what I can tell you. i'm currently on a mission to discover new lands ad people, that's... basically it" she glanced up again "happy? is that enough for ya?" ...maybe she shouldn't have added that, but she already felt like she was screwed anyway. she discretely took another step back, hoping that Sin didn't notice that her eyes kept darting around, looking for some kind of escape. she sighed "okay, there's really no denying it. Yes, I'm a stowaway. Guess that much was obvious. And... how much did I take. Okay, well, as stupid as I am for getting into this goddamn situation, I'm not THAT stupid. I was conserving, only taking what I needed, knowing that any large portion that was missing could lead to, well, this... this situation... right here" she stopped. "i don't know, can't have been that much, right?" she tried to reason nervously "i know I'm in no position to make a decision here, but we all know which one of the options is the one i want, so can we just... move on with this? preferably without me being ingested?"</div></div></div><br/><br/>-[Resume Play]-<br/>(May I suggest Sin bring Resla in to show the crew? That way we can all add our reactions to the mix)