<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-ak.f.st-hatena.com/images/fotolife/p/patora0412/20150529/20150529181748.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Rexile<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Greasy Puddin'<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Close to Noon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All, Open<br/><strong>Character Theme:</strong>Seemed Appropriate.. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZBtPf7FOoM)<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Shady Dealings..<br/><hr/><br/>Rexile looked over at Taiga with an impressed kind of smirk.  He was one of the good ones, it seemed.  Someone that hadn't let the hard life dull their sense of enthusiasm or compassion.  Rexile didn't verbally compliment him, but her expression was enough to convey that she saw his demeanor as a form of strength.  Taiga was also the first one to commit to this dubious plan, which also meant he was the one calling for everyone to show their cards.<br/><br/>She tapped her fingers on the table, looking around the room a little.  The idea that he never worked with the same crew twice had, at first, sounded extremely suspicious.  A 'captain' who was willing to dismiss his crew after a single mission was also a 'captain' willing to dispose of his crew if it served him.  The thing that caught her funny, though, was how he'd said that every man in here, marines included, owed him their lives.  If that meant they'd all be part of his jobs in the past.. it fit.  It was even impressive, if it was true.  She was thoughtful for a moment, looking for glances or tells from the other restaurant goers that served that hypothesis.<br/><br/>Of course, there was the other side of the coin.  If all these people were, as he said, his lackeys.  And if he was the kind of captain willing to bid farewell to a crew, then there was the possibility that anyone at the table who didn't sign on was going to have to fight their way out.  Not to mention, as the captain had continuously and thoroughly pointed out, that this island was going to deteriorate into a veritable hell soon enough, even if they did escape.<br/><br/>Rexile pondered her options.  The only other idea she had, besides trying to build a flying machine, was to build a submarine vessel that could bore through the ocean floor.  It wasn't impossible, but it would take time and resources that were rapidly becoming scarce.  And even then, it would be just as risky as trying to fly over the damn hurricane.  Not to mention, if this could actually lead to her building a functional airship, it would be more than rewarding.  So, there was just one more little issue..<br/><br/>"Alright, fine.  I'm in.  But let me make sure I understand the end-game." She pulled a thumb over her shoulder, indicating the men at the bar.  "We're not just trying to escape, right?  Part of this means helping them, too.  Or at least, that's the only way your story follows.  So, without asking for every detail, I just want to know if this ends with getting the ship, or if there'll be another step to it."  It was a pretty strategically sound question.  Not to mention, there was the unspoken question of whether or not they'd clear up the storm and reclaim her own boat, when they were done.  Important things, at least to her, but not more important than getting off this rock before people starting eating each other.<br/><br/>Rexile looked over at Kyra and the Ogre, curious.  "How about you two?"