Unseen Consequences, Continued [OPEN]

[saltybirds]

Characters: Crew of the 4423 and the Victoria II and anyone specifically invited (or if you want to try to sneak it, but there will be CONSEQUENCES if you are caught)
Content: It's time for the Ball's banquet! This directly follows the threads here. There's no mod-established seating arrangements, so go with whatever you like.
Setting: The banquet

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[mayovice]

Enjoying would be the biggest oxymoron as of the current situation he was faced with now. Suffering would have been more suitable with what was happening, or maybe torture even. But it was pretty clear at any rate that the boatswain was hardly enjoying himself in this event.

It wasn't that the boatswain loathed Kiros or anything - the only person he really loathed would be that annoyance of a first mate, Edgeworth. The mechanic, on the other hand, was someone that while did grate on his nerves with his occasional idioticness and other things that got to him (and a lot of things got to him easily, sadly), was still someone that he could speak with... somewhat. It was an improvement from just the usual orders and wordless grunting that was long associated with Hijikata, at least.

As an answer, Hijikata only snorted irritably, eyes closed and a frown crossing his features, deepening the obvious scowl that was on his face. "Tch. What do you think?" he grumbled out, voice half-annoyed and half-chiding. "There's a reason why I hate going to bullshit like this."

[the_katals]

"Because its uneventful and meaningless?" Kiros droned out taking a chance to glance over at his superior with a questioning gaze. At first, the mechanic was pretty excited about the notion of a peace conference here in Kropmork!

He thought it would be a great idea to bring two warring fractions to the dinner table and civilly come to an accord without the usage of weapons and such. Yet, as the days here in Kropmork-Nahk came to a winding close; nearly all of the mechanic's previous sentiments seem to have been thrown overboard for he realized this was no place for soldiers to be at. What is the point of this grand ball besides to make a fake alliance with people who will loathe you no matter what?

"We are different from them..." Kiros grumbled, still not very comfortable with the idea of eating any of the food on the silver platters. Yet, we are all the same if you really think about it." The pirates of the 4423 looked no different in his opinion from the soldiers of the Victoria II. Both parties had bright and intelligent men and women filling both their ranks, some of them cheerful and bright while others where bizarre and odd in speech and dress. Both the Victoria's crew and the 4423's bandits were so similar but yet so different in purpose.

"At least now once this is over we will have no reason to return to Kropmork for awhile." Kiros thought, glad to put some distance between himself and this horrible island.

[mayovice]

Hijikata only grunted in response to agreement with what the mechanic had said, arms still folded arosss his chest as the boatswain leaned back on his chair still, eyes closed and a deep frown still on his features. Kropmork was well-known to him, even if he had never stepped into this place before - loads of the bandits he had killed in Solare were more often than not estrangers from Kropmork. Bandits that were after his life almost daily back then, before he found some peace in the dojo.

There was another grunt as the boatswain massaged his temples a bit wearily, clearly frustrated by this. "Tch. No comment about that." He certainly wasn't going to mention about Toshizou and the 4423. There was already enough worry and annoyance on his mind as there already was - and he certainly didn't need to go on and add onto all that mental stress.

"...I suppose," he replied after a long while to the mechanic's last comment. He for one was rather glad to be able to get away from this cesspool after all of this bullshit was over and done with.