[37.00] Isle des Emeraudes

[psychoticracer]

... Ugh. I'm NOT staying in that ridiculous Hero Hotel. Music will drive me off the fucking edge, it really will.

Any of you fuckers want me, I'll be in the Main Street Hotel. Torn, I saw vermin down at the Lynched Pig, I think you might feel quite at home there~

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[fivetongued]

Shit, so I'm not the only one? Now I don't feel so bad about those crappy-ass tunes giving me a headache.

Any chance I could join ya? We haven't actually met in person, after all, and frankly you're the only person on that fuckin' boat who's anywhere damn near tolerable.

[psychoticracer]

*chuckles* Now I do feel special.

I'll come down to the lobby. You'll know me by the red hair, red armor, long ears and tattoos.

See you.

L-lol commentlog tiem?

[fivetongued]

Che, sounds like a plan. Just look for tall, long black hair, hole where his left eye oughtta be. Can't miss me. Can't believe I left my eyepatch back on the fucking boat too.

Fuck yes commentlog

[psychoticracer]

((And here's an Erol. For the most part he's checking messages, a sneer curling his lips here and there as he reads something from someone he dislikes. But he's alert as well, large ears picking up when anyone comes within closing radius, yellow eyes flicking up now and then to catch what his ears didn't.))

Epic win time

[fivetongued]

Hey.

[Nnoitra looms. He's not trying to loom, per se, but it's a little difficult not to when you're seven-and-a-half feet of HOLY SHIT SCARY. One long-fingered hand brushes the hair in front of his left "eye" behind his ear, revealing what looks somewhat like a crude set of fangs around a gaping circular hole. Either this is his way of being friendly, or he's just being beyond creepy as usual; most likely the latter.]

You Erol?

Wiiin

[psychoticracer]

[Nnoitra's in luck, Erol likes creepy and isn't put off in the least. And he's used to being loomed over, as he's under six foot himself. He smirks and pockets his communicator.]

You must be Nnoitra. I'm Erol all right.

[He smirks and gestures to the eye.]

That normal where you come from?

Moar winnn

[fivetongued]

[The fact that Erol isn't immediately taken aback by him comes as a quiet shock to the Quinta Espada; he's used to intimidating the general populace, after all. But he shrugs it off, figuring that anyone he can get along with likely won't be all that terrified of him to begin with.]

Heh, you weren't so hard to find. And nah, I usually keep a patch over this thing, tends to bother people. Not that it matters.

[He sits himself down in the chair next to Erol, glancing idly at his communicator and then over toward the main desk, flashing a devious smirk at the innocuous-looking young lady at the counter.]

You gotta check in at this place or what? Don't normally bother with this hotel shit.

omnomnomwin

[psychoticracer]

Thought you might like bothering people? Mmm, I don't intend on being hard to find. Like to stand out, it makes people move out of the way faster.

[A cruel smirk flickers over his face, and he snaps his fingers for drinks. A high-class hotel, it had a bar in the lobby.]

Eh. Only if you want a room key. They keep saying they'll put things "on your tab." Better not be a fucking charge for this at the end, all my orbs are back in Haven... if they're even still mine, which I doubt at this point.

[No way the Baron would have let his assets just sit around after he died. And the Baron was gone at this point anyway.]

Re: omnomnomwin

[fivetongued]

Never said I didn't like bothering people. You just don't seem too bothered. And where I come from, having a hole in your body is a way of screaming you're a Hollow, which ain't something I want everybody knowing straight off.

[He scowls almost ferociously at the counter-clerk, spitting on the ground before wiping his mouth with the back of a hand.]

Tab? What the fuck is that? I heard all this shit was free, they better not've been kidding or I might end up breaking a few faces.

[psychoticracer]

That I'm not. Seen enough strange shit on this boat. And even if I hadn't - well, Baron Praxis had half his face torn off by Metal Heads, so. Compared to him you're positively pretty.

What's a Hollow?

[Takes a drink when it's offered. Ugh, it's something ~*~tropical~*~. He supposes it's acceptable.]

Not as if we have anything to pay WITH, being taken from our homes and livelihoods without so much as a by-your-leave. Perhaps they mean Redd's tab.

[He smirks.]

In which case, we may as well fuck as much shit up as possible.