Ships Ahoy [Open]

[Marisa Magistra]

The blonde looked at the man with a smile. Her previous panic had gone away for the most part. It was still there, but it was hidden by the smile. Tilting her head slightly to the left she simply kept staring at him. Throughout the time he talked, she simply stood there. Staring. Smiling.

Eeeeeh… Repairs? Cost a bit? Uh-oh.[/i]

The man left the room, making the young mage drop the happy façade and back to panicking. She crouched down and held her head.

Aw crap! Aw crap! AW CRAP!! The hell am I gonna do?! I don't have ANY munny. How the freaking hell will I leave this place?!?! I can't even go out with my normal outfit! Just… HALF OF IT!!![/i]

She felt like yelling and tearing things down. This place was as similar as hell was to heaven: a pain in the ass. Once the door to the employee's section opened, the girl spiked to a standing position. The smile was gone, replaced by a curious stare. Then frowned.

"That ship is mine! I swear. Since the old owners can't get it back. And… " Her yellow gaze shifted away from the man. "As much as I'd like to… I can't fly… Not by myself and this broom…"

The blonde fell silent afterwards. Mood-change. That's what she needed right now. That's what she wanted right now. And that's what she'll do right now. Marisa climbed on the counter and sat on top.

"So, umm… If you have nothing to do right now… How 'bout helping me hide the witchy stuff and show me around?"

[Akio Nyuhara]

Akio gave a small whistle and yelled after his boss in another room. "Hey,I brought in a project. I‘ll work on it in about an hour. Taking my lunch!" Akio opened the door and walked outside. He nodded after the girl to follow him. "My name's Akio Nyuhara, by the way." He took a rather large drink and looked around. He didn’t really know why he was showing a customer around, but if it helped sales he’d do it. He might even get a promotion out of it. More money would mean more alcohol, which would mean he’d successfully prove that money can buy happiness.

“This is Port Royal, the scum of the universe,” taking another drink, he continued, “Nobody here actually likes what they do, but they do it anyways. Fishing and deliveries are our main way to get money. We normally get travelers coming in for a good time. Port Royal has the best wine in the universe, and that’s a fact.” Talking about the wine made Akio rekindle an old flame about how someone had knocked down his glass earlier today. He glared at the ground, but took a drink and continued. “If you can hold your beer, you’ll be fine. Lightweights normally end up passed out on a gummi ship heading towards the ocean.” Akio gave a hearty laugh, “Come to think of it, you might have been here before!” He remembered her crash, and thought it was funny.

“So you say the gummi ship is yours, eh? Well, theft is kind of frowned on upon here. I don’t really care how you got it, but stealing a man’s ship makes you a pirate.” He threw away the glass and looked towards the ocean, walking towards a pier. “I really don’t like pirates. When we fix your ship, you’re going to return it back to its original owner. Well, that, or you could pay for the damages yourself, and I really don’t think you have the funds to repair a crashed ship.” Akio wasn’t righteous, but pirates were a bit of a pet peeve of his. They were all around Port Royal, and he’s killed quite a few. Some people love him, and some people hate him. That was the old Port Royal treatment he received.