2nd Treasure - [Action/Voice]

[ps3pirate]

[Over a week ago, the Malnosso kidnapped one Patty Fleur from the enclosure for experimentation. On the morning of the sixth, one Patty Fleur is returned. However, it may be hard to tell who she is at first glance. She now looks like this, outfit included. The Malnosso dropped her off just north of the village, by the river, where she regains consciousness relatively soon. There's just a few more problems, on top of the obvious. The first being that her memories are in disarray. The Malnosso had a little fun with them and now everything's a great big mess. The second problem is that they drugged her pretty badly.]

[Action]

[When she awakens, she feels groggy and disoriented. She has no clue where she is, or even who she is. A soft groan escapes her and she rolls over onto her stomach so she can push herself into a crouching position. A wave of nausea overcomes her and- Oh, there's water nearby. Drinking some water would help. That river is clean enough, right? She moves closer on her hands and feet to peer down into it, then catches sight of her own reflection.

That's right... She's Aifread. Aifread, the Guild Leader of... Siren's Fang. See, she knew she could work her way through the groggyness. And she looks terrible. They must've been out on another drinking binge the previous night. Her crew could throw the craziest parties whenever she permitted them. She cups some water into her hands to take an idle sip, then glances around. The place doesn't seem familiar to her. One thing catches her attention, though: A neat journal that's lying on the ground nearby.

A journal... The strangest notion dawns on her, and she flips it open only to have her suspicions confirmed. It's a communication's device. That's right, couldn't she use this to broadcast messages to her companions? She's sure that's how it worked. There was something else about this journal- something important. Something to do with who gave it to her? Or the other people who have one? The more she tries to think about it, the greater her headache becomes.

She can worry about the details later, when her hangover's died down. Right now, she needs to find out where the rest of her crew passed out.]


[Voice]

[Cue a deep woman's voice. She seems to be speaking with a bit of a slur.]

All right, you lowlifes. You've had your fun, but remember Guild rule number seven. There will be appropriate punishment, so go clean up your acts and prepare yourselves.


[[OOC: Replies will come from sirensfang and there will probably be ToV PS3 spoilers in the comments!]]

Comments

[Voice]

[sirensfang]

Who, an innocent maiden like myself? The legendary Aifread?

[The laugh she gives is probably a little too loud to be genuine.]

[Voice]

[crisisrain]

[Well it's not exactly a lie since his life only belongs to Brave Vesperia.]

I happen ta be a member of Altosk, and a good friend of the Don. Sorry hun, yer not foolin' this old man.

[Voice]

[sirensfang]

[The Don... Don Whitehorse. Yes, he would know all about her, wouldn't he?]

Ahhh, so you know ol' Whitehorse? You must be pretty close if he's letting you in on all sorts of secrets.

[Voice]

[crisisrain]

I guess that's one way ta put it. I'm more like... [Ah right, that's how the Don referred to him.] his pet rat.

[Voice]

[sirensfang]

Pet rat, huh? Rats are the first to abandon a sinking ship, ya know.

[Voice]

[crisisrain]

Not that a rat would have anywhere else to go in the middle of the ocean, hm?

[Voice]

[sirensfang]

Aye, they're doomed either way but that doesn't stop them from fleeing.

[Voice]

[crisisrain]

I guess the difference between me and a common rat is that I stuck by the Don till the end.

[Voice]

[sirensfang]

Like man's best friend, eh? That's the way it should be. So are you going to give me your name or what?

[Voice]

[crisisrain]

[Oh yay his name, this could be fun.]

My name's Flynn, nice ta meet ya!

[Voice]

[sirensfang]

Flynn... Flynn, huh? [For the briefest of seconds, she pictures a man with bright blue eyes and blonde hair.]

You know, I think I met some other guy named Flynn, once. Can't for the life of me remember where.

[Voice] OH LOL I MEANT RAVEN how did i even

[crisisrain]

Ya must be imagining things then, or it was a different Flynn, it's not that rare a name.

[Voice] rofl I thought that was Raven intentionally being a troll

[sirensfang]

Aye, it was a different Flynn. Pretty sure he was much younger and more handsome, ya know.

[Voice] Well it's too late now xD

[crisisrain]

Oh ow, that hurts ya know! Ya need ta understand and appreciate the beauty of a middle aged man!

[Voice]

[sirensfang]

I'll learn to appreciate the middle-aged man when I'm too old to bag young'uns.

[Voice]

[crisisrain]

Ya better start today then, ya certainly look old enough.

[Voice]

[sirensfang]

What's that? I can't quite hear you over the cracking and grinding of your aging bones, old man.

[Voice]

[crisisrain]

Middle aged, not senior, at least get it right if ya wanna insult me.

[Voice]

[sirensfang]

I like to think of them as one and the same. Once you reach a certain age, it all goes downhill pretty fast, ya know.

[Nevermind that she's currently entering the middle-aged stage of life as well. She still feels as spry as a young girl.]

[Voice]

[crisisrain]

That's one way ta put I guess. Kind of a depressin' way though... I prefer the more sassy and optimistic approach! [And yet all he ever does is complain.]

[Voice]

[sirensfang]

Ahhh... You're as old as you feel, isn't that right?

[Voice]

[crisisrain]

You're one ta talk!

[Voice]

[sirensfang]

I'm exactly one to talk!

[Voice]

[crisisrain]

Oh? Does that mean ya happen to remember then?

[Voice]

[sirensfang]

Hah? Remember what?