<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 Cerulean Wave-Crawler<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marines, strange thief, open<br/><strong>Character Theme:</strong>Seemed Appropriate.. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZBtPf7FOoM)<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Away from the others, Rexile allowed herself to feel a little girly, still feeling that tingling sensation on her lips from where Kyra had kissed her.  What a strange day, she thought to herself.  If they didn't have this business with Mashyu to attend to, her boat was liable to erupt into an orgy.  She thought of Rairaku, those enormous breasts and hips taxing the seams on the little clothing she wore, beautiful red skin in abundance.  She thought of Kyra, that luscious little tease that had warned her to be safe so she could seduce her.  She even thought of Taiga, all innocence and bravado, and what he might be like in the sheets.  Hell, she even thought of Mashyu.  He was suave enough, sexy but somehow outside of it.  Men like that, at least in her experience, could be overpoweringly good in bed.  She tapped her lips again as she walked, giggling to herself and eager to see where night would find the lot of them.<br/><br/>Of course, her demeanor fell a little when she saw almost a dozen marines trying to board her ship.  There was, she told herself, no freaking way that they'd already heard about her dealings with Mashyu.  No, by the way they were trying to load the gangplank in those choppy waters, she was sure they didn't have the smarts to have actually overheard a conspiracy and beaten her here.  Getting closer, she heard them ranting about some kind of thief or another.<br/><br/>"That's just great.." Rexile mumbled.  Turning her optics on, she looked on the deck of the Wave Crawler.  Sure enough, there was some red-head with a sack full of gold and other treasures, franticly trying to pick the lock to her ship.  She sighed.  Ordinarily, she wouldn't care.  But she was stuck on this rock for now, and couldn't afford the attention of the marines like this.  Least of all while she made the final repairs to the vessel.  It was sad, really.  Kyra would have liked this little tart.<br/><br/>Taking a running jump, Rexile hurled herself into the air, sailing over the marines and landing gently on the deck of her vessel.  With a quick motion, she activated the secondary safeguards on the door, and made sure that this little varmint wasn't about to get inside.  So young, for thief, she thought.  "Put the sack on the floor, please."  Rexile's voice was calm, almost sweet.  She had no judgement to offer, and honestly didn't care if she stole from nobles.  "If you do that, I'll give you some food and let you be on your way.  Or, you can wait till the marines are all aboard and try to jump for the pier.  I don't mind, either way.  I just can't have a wanted girl on my ship right now."<br/><br/>Pragmatic.  She usually wanted to accept strange things like this that fell into her path.  But this girl had the bad luck of choosing the one moment when Rexile couldn't afford to do so.  She listened to the choppy waters, flexing her legs a little to keep her balance, and shook her head.  "What'll it be?"