took back my heart but it's never been the same
What a motley fuckin' crew you've managed to assemble, though each of them has potential in their own way, you guess. The mer with her gorgeous glowing tentacles and eyes like pale skies ("An' you look gorgeous as ever," you reply, walking to the water and extending a hand, intending to kiss the back of hers if she lets you. Mostly to fuck with sharkboi behind her.). The brother-in-arms who you grew up alongside (a good public face as a legitimate merchant; you clasp his arm and nod a greeting, pleased to see he's come). The asshat sharkboi who seems to come part and parcel with Nerissa. And, of course, James. Despite knowing how bad an idea it may be you take the flask from the thief, rising it up in cheers. "To yer health, Princess," you toast, taking a drink and passing it on.
Woof. Alright, now to business.
"Thanks fer comin'. As y'all are prob'ly aware, shit's changin' fast. We gotta change with it if we want to survive." Your brown eyes cast between the assembled. It's surprising how much authority and competence you can muster, when you actually give a shit.
"Traders like us're the lifeblood of Torch. We keep money movin', an' we make the rules of the docks." You clasp your hands behind you back, beginning to pace. "But some'a our new friends seem't think we can't manage our own business. So here's what I propose. Instead's bein' fragmented we're gonna come together. This place has always been a neutral grounds for the crews'a Torch, so it'll be our base. No blood'll be shed inside - assumin' ya got the right to be inside. An' for outside we'll have rules for tradin' an' fightin' an' the like."
Stopping, you turn back to your audience. "Questions an' comments so far?"
Round 0.5. we'll move on in 24 hours or so, if your character has nothing to say you don't have to post, just lmk. Fun stuff starts after rules.
Woof. Alright, now to business.
"Thanks fer comin'. As y'all are prob'ly aware, shit's changin' fast. We gotta change with it if we want to survive." Your brown eyes cast between the assembled. It's surprising how much authority and competence you can muster, when you actually give a shit.
"Traders like us're the lifeblood of Torch. We keep money movin', an' we make the rules of the docks." You clasp your hands behind you back, beginning to pace. "But some'a our new friends seem't think we can't manage our own business. So here's what I propose. Instead's bein' fragmented we're gonna come together. This place has always been a neutral grounds for the crews'a Torch, so it'll be our base. No blood'll be shed inside - assumin' ya got the right to be inside. An' for outside we'll have rules for tradin' an' fightin' an' the like."
Stopping, you turn back to your audience. "Questions an' comments so far?"
Round 0.5. we'll move on in 24 hours or so, if your character has nothing to say you don't have to post, just lmk. Fun stuff starts after rules.
maybe love is a young man's game
