The King of The Skies RP

[Guest-3]

"Hm. Seems fair. Alright." She hops down and walks over to the high guy.
"Hey you, you seem like a reasonable guy... if you sign that paper up there," She digs in her pocket and finds a tin labled "The Good Stuff". "I'll let ya' have this. And before you go asking what it is..." She opens the tin. "Pure Blue Lotus. Smoke some for two minutes, feel the high for two days. But like I said, if you want it, I simply need you to sign that piece of paper... Sound good?"

 

[Storm]

"He already Signed. I mean Mr tall, Dark, and Mysterious over at the Bar"

 

[Guest-3]

"Oh, okay... whoops. Well, you an keep that then, sorry buddy.." She throws the tin into the man's lap and shuffles away towards the guy at the bar.
"Hey there, tall guy... uh... ah frick it." She climbs up onto a stool besides the guy.
"You're a beer kind of guy, eh?"

 

[DekuNut]

Roy's gaze slides over to her incredulously. He lifts his drink to his mouth, taking a drink, "And you do know thst I heard everything that happened already right? Im going to assume thst youll offer me an ungodly amount of beer in return for signing my name to whatever the hell crew that idjit on the other side of the room is trying to set up. Am I right so far?"

 

[Storm]

Terra walks over
"Ill throw in a barrel of the best brew i can afford, and allow you to sleep in the wine storage room"

 

[DekuNut]

"I like how you skip right to bribing me," Roy raises a hand to order another drink, "And dont simply ask."

 

[Storm]

"It doesnt go that way.... Would you join my crew of people to an unknown location for mysterious purposes?"

 

[Pen]

Jon rushes over to Roy and and whispers desperately into his ear: "Don't listen to him, my friend! He just wants you to clean his room for him! There's still time for you to get out of this utterly sticky situation. I'll distract him so you can escape alive."

 

[Storm]

"Joh, go sit back down"

 

[Guest-3]

"Actually, I was going to offer something else, but if you're going to act like that..." She shakes her head.
"Hey, Mr. I'm high and really idiotic, how about you go sit your cute little butt in that chair before I take those damn drugs back and make you."
She swipes the beer from Roy's hand.
"And this? This is crap. Why don't you try the real stuff sometime." She gets off the stool and drinks the rest of Roy's beer.

 

[Pen]

"They're already giving you orders, Joe," Jon says to Roy. "We need to play this cool now. Just do what I'm doing." Jon starts running toward the exit of the tavern but he runs right into a worker carrying a lot of empty bottles so they both fall over and the bottles break on the floor. "Who the heck left the window open?" Jon shouts as he's lying there on the floor. "Now it'll be cold in here all day. And who knows where the birdies might be?"

 

[DekuNut]

"The hard stuff is crap," Roy responds, ordering another, "And exorbitantly expensive at that," he takes the next glass, "Not a lot of detail there, my friend. What are we doing? Why do you want me? And what need to we have for cannon fodder?" he looks at those who signed, "I doubt many of them would be very useful on a ship, let alone on a battlefield."

 

[Storm]

"What do you mean. Crews are always 100 people too much"

 

[DekuNut]

"They're not and you know it," Roy tells him, "Emergency supplies are hard to carry, especially for large amounts of people. Things like life boats, extra rations for long trips, and the like take up room. Very few ships are equipped for such a sum of people. Add to the mix your secrecy - you still have yet to answer my question, may I add - and I think I have a general idea of what it is you want from us. Not your mission, but what you want from the crew," he takes a drink of his beer, "You want one?"

 

[Storm]

"I want you because you got that look about you"