<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/>The fight was over almost as soon as it started.  Rexile had seen enough of these fights recently that she was starting to get tired of them.  Of course, down on the docks they also knew Rexile had a bit of medical background, so sometimes they'd bring someone horribly injured over to her and ask her to work her magic, which was a fine bit of frustration when you were covered in grease from fixing something else.  Here, the energetic Taiga seemed to understand the better part of valor with unusual swiftness, so the fight ended without any injury.  Which was refreshing, but Rexile had to admit she shared just a little of the Oni's disappointment.  It looked like it was just getting good..<br/><br/>Of course, the Oni herself turned into a bit of a showstopper, leaning in with a lustful grin and mentioning, in an amusing double-entendre, that she'd take the both of them together.  Rexile couldn't help but spare a glance to admire the view: rippling expanses of red skin framed by ghostly white hair, bent in a position that accented the swell of the hips and proudly displayed a barely contained bevvy of cleavage.  Kyra also drank in the woman's form, and Rexile felt a little bit better that she wasn't the only girl that couldn't resist checking out the beautiful red creature.  "There's quite a lot for you to be proud of, I'll say that."  Rexile replied to her, a lascivious smile on her face.<br/><br/>Once the oni had clapped her on the shoulder and gone back to get more to drink, Kyra echoed Rexile's thoughts.  That despite the fact that Kyra and Rexile both liked one another, it would be a delightful tryst to throw the oni in between them.  "It's not bad if we're both thinking the same thing." Rexile admitted, as Kyra walked into the bar.  Kyra's half-joking indication that she shouldn't pick on her spirit guide came back to her thoughts.  She didn't often sate her sexual pleasures, but now it seemed things could rapidly tumble into the sheets from several angles.  If only because she'd promised Kyra to eventually finish that story about the dwarves.  She paused to glance up at her hawk, perched on top of the Greasy Pudding and cocking its head at her, before she slipped inside.<br/><br/>Mashyu was the kind who liked to host, it seemed.  The oni was already seated, and Rexile drew up a chair next to Kyra.  Once they were all sitting, Mashyu began a rather quick spiel on who he was, what information he had, and what he planned to do with it.  Sitting there with her hands in her jacket pockets, Rexile's face assumed a thoughtful but, honestly, somewhat skeptical expression.  Kyra gave voice to several of these questions.  Why was he a Captain?  The only crew he seemed were in his mind, or the people around the table who he seemed eager enough to call crewmates even without their agreement.  Rexile looked around the room, scowling a little, as Kyra pointed out that he was a little too trusting with this kind of plan.  But the last and most important detail had her thinking.<br/><br/>"Not to be the first to point this out, but this is feeling an awful lot like a sting operation." Rexile said, eyeing Mashyu.  "You've advertised this little meeting all over town.  We're all sitting in the middle of a room, with a group of off duty marines at the table over there, some eavesdropping pirates at the bar, and who knows what else on the way, talking about this.  My first impulse is to leave."  She gave a glance to the others, Kyra, Taiga, and the oni woman, as if to say she was only staying because of them.  She'd already seen some of them as potential allies, or at least as people.  Something that would complicate things, if they were still here when starvation set in.  Rexile leaned in and continued, her voice quieter.  "What you're talking about, getting over the storm.  You wouldn't just need an airship to do that, you'd need something more like a rocket.  One with high propulsion, an aerodynamic hull, and auxiliary thrusters to compensate for the turbulence, direction, and.. of course, the landing.  You almost make it sound like that's what the marine's have.  I'm genuinely curious if any of your inside connections have seen it work."<br/><br/>She put a finger to her lip, giving Kyra a bemused look as she referred to her as more qualified to be a captain than Mashyu, and then began to look thoughtful."Well, that brings up another point, doesn't it.  I'd have to leave my ship behind..." she mused aloud, leaning back in her chair and pondering.  "..unless I could modify it, based on the marine vessel.."  She paused for a moment, introspective, before looking back at Mashyu.  "Even then, I'm with Kyra on this.  Why should we follow you?  Why indeed, with the information you just gave us, do we need you at all?"