I don't need this.
Can't a grown woman get some damn peace?!

[Thank you, voices, for pissing off one of the ship's residential bitches even more than she was to begin with.]

This ship is really starting to piss me off.

There's a reason I don't talk about my younger days.

[There's an incoherent string of words here. Have fun picking out all of the expletives.]

At least the rest of you were sort of "charming".

You are kidding me.

I've got more important things to do than to be stuck here.
This isn't a part of the Baron's orders. I demand to know who's in charge.

[Younger Ashe is about sixteen and not happy. You can get a glimpse of her very unamused face on the top deck as she tries to figure out why the hell she's on a boat.]

You're all so damn stupid.

[Ashelin's tone is very pointed. Lucky for those selected few, she's holding her tongue.]

Torn, we'll have to improvise at this rate. The only time something gets done right is when we do it ourselves.

Mar damn it.

[Distractions, go, go, go!]

I don't like roundears as much I like the pointed ones, and this ship has too many roundears.

I think we should do away with them, or do something about those ears of theirs.

So how many of them can we lure into Carnival and leave there?

[Is that... a chuckle? Yeah. A little.]

[Locked to Phoenix // 90% Unhackable]
I've got something to talk to you about.

You know, from one... "noble" to another. Something like that.
[End Lock]

[Ashelin has been rubbing her ears since she got them back. She's much happier being an elf than being a roundear. Sorry, humans with your shortened ears, Ashe just doesn't care for your physique ( Read more... )

[Ashelin has a bit of a hangover. Sort of. She's not going to sound really good. She's not very happy right now.

So she's going to go punch trees in the forest. Because that's what Jak does every time he's pissed.]

Phoenix.
Forest. Deck 3.
Now.

[Yes. He's in trouble. Let that be a lesson to people who don't know how to keep their mouths shut.]

[She removes the last of that stupid rainbow colored body hair and she murmurs, not so much into her comm, but more like in the background.]

It's about damn time.

[She briefly pauses and brings her comm in closer, coming in louder than before.I want my shit back. If you have anything of mine, just bring it to me. Deck 11. Room 2466 ( Read more... )

[There's a sound of adjusting, metal against metal, an irritating scraping, before something falls into place.]

Between the tournament and this stupid thing about whatever the hell Valentine's Day is, no one's got a clue what's going on anymore.

[A shuffle comes in, she's further away for a brief moment before coming in bright and clear. Well, ( Read more... )

[After a night of confusion, anger, and just plain being lost, Ashelin's managed to make it back to her room in one piece, safe and sound, intact, except for pieces in her mind. Damn hallucinations.

Comm clicks on, there's momentary silence save shuffling. Seems Ashelin's fidgeting, or something like it.There are some days when I remember that I ( Read more... )