Mirage had managed to board the large vessel unnoticed so far. The large hooded black body cloak she wore easily hid her slender body and even the beautiful feature of her face. The only thing about this seemingly common bystander that may have made her stand out was the guitar that was in perfect condition strapped to her back and a equally pristine violin beside it. It would have been easy to mistake the once famous singer as a struggling musician, a disguise method she had used many times to make a little extra coin as she moved from city to city. She had been traveling for nearly two years, skillfully avoiding the agents Dash or even her father might have sent to look for her, if there was any at all.<br/><br/>Much like every moment before, Mirage took in the sights and sounds of the vessel. Listening to random stories the bystanders whispered to one another. She had found herself becoming fond of such little tales. Legends, myths, dangers and grandeur, Mirage had heard it all upon the lips of those she happened to walk by, often she was entertained by such stories and would quietly listen in until the conclusion. It was one such story that led to her paranoia and caused her to board the ship that day. She had heard of whispers that special agents had been dispatched into location she was staying in search of something. It was all the motivation she needed, the that very morning she departed for the harbor and never looked back.<br/><br/>Mirage had looked on with special interest at the rather odd group that had formed near the front of the ship. A large cat squirming in a leathery pack and her tiefling captor, a handsome wolf with an equally impressive companion, even the cuter then average German Sheppard who seemed rather bold in his words and a feisty little pixie. Though she listened intently to their conversation for amusement it wasn’t the oddest gathering of random people she had seen. One would be surprised what sights she would happen upon traveling for a few years. Occasionally she chuckled to herself at the random bits of conversation between the group, if nothing else it would provide the entertainment for the dull voyage.<br/><br/>Gazing outwardly Mirage couldn’t help but be comforted by the thick mist. She wished such a blanket would coat all of her travels, it would make her trips from city to city go even more unnoticed. Unfortunately those peaceful thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of a speeding motorboat. She hadn’t heard such a sound in ages, who could afford such a thing these days? Gasoline was nearly impossible to acquire. It the answer became clear as the symbol of their insignia game into view. “Pirates…” Mirage muttered to herself. Looking for a few seconds at the design Mirage tried to recall any information she might have heard about it as well as what they might be after.<br/><br/><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;">Knowledge Local (1d20 + 15): 16 + 15 = 31, check to see if Mirage can recall anything about the design of their insignia.<br/><br/>Bardic Knowledge. (1d20 + 12): 20 + 12 = 32, check to see if Mirage might have heard about anything valuable on the ship the pirates would be after</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Akiada wrote:</cite>"No, I plan on showing these bastards that you do not fuck with the ferry, thank you very much,"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The jackals shout nearly startled Mirage, stumbles slightly as everyone begins to push and squirm their way to the staircase. Even with the panicky nature of the crowd and their cries of fear Mirage will caught what the German Sheppard had said. It was rare to see someone that was willing to risk their lives for the sake of others, he was a bold one indeed. Secretly Mirage hoped that his act of kindness wouldn’t be one that cost him his life. Suddenly Mirage stopped following the others downstairs. She usually donned the method of *Stay out of it*. That method however wouldn’t serve well in a tightly confined boat should her would be defenders fall. She was armed with nothing more then a simple dagger, she knew however that her musical talents and her ability to tend to wounded would serve as far better tools then any sharpened blade<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kitts wrote:</cite>"Ahh...sorry. Thanks."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Just as she had stopped Mirage felt an arm circle around her. A surge of terror sparked throughout her body, fearful thoughts of who or what this person wanted causing her to quickly turn her head to the assailant. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she realized it was nothing more then the clumsy wolf she had been silently listening too most of the morning. “It’s no trouble” she whispered softly as she tugged down the front of her hood to better cover her face, the honey like voice emanating from her lips soothing to the ears.<br/><br/>It was just then as soon as she spoke that the large paw of Rea caused Eruin to hit the floor, pulling the young felines body on top of him. Eruin could feel the soft slender body hidden by the overly sized baggy cloak as he circled his arms around her. Pulling herself off of him to pick herself up all the floor he could see the beautiful features of her face, the whisker-less pristine fur, the beautiful blue eyes that were moments ago hidden. Silently she gazed into his eyes, a shocked upon her features as she pondered just what his intention was, or if the fall was even an accident. “Apologizes…” Mirage said, pulling herself off of him and standing again, disappearing into what was left of the crowd stumbling to get below.<br/><br/><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;">Last known picture of Mirage taken 2 years ago during a photo session. She was 16 at the time of this photo.<br/><br/><img alt="Image" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o127/Miss_hinata/Midori-2.jpg"/></div></div></div>