Dirty Deeds at Midnight [CLOSED]

[fiddlethembones]

Characters: Brook and Tira
Content: Brook and Tira chat about some of the darker things in like
Setting: Deck of the 4423
Time: After midnight while docked in Berum
Warnings: possible puns, casual evil

Brook stepped out onto the deck of the 4423 and checked his watch - just midnight.  He walked over to the side of the ship not near the dock, and began

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[jaded_feathers]

"Tch, so ya came..."

A voice came from above for the girl was sitting upon the ropes that held the ships' sails. The assassin changed her looks since last was seen in Kropmork, her hair cropped again and dyed green once more. Tira was thrilled for the welcome change, nearly despising the natural color of her real hair. She wore her usual green attire, those bright green feathers still noticeable with the help of moonlight. The mysterious girl nimbly ran across the rope and flipped right into the air, landing upon the deck with a slight 'thud'.

"No wonder ya sound so damn cocky..." She grumbled as she sat there crouched, her purple gloved fingers caressing the wood of the deck. "A fuckin' talking ghost..." Tira muttered more to herself than to skeleton who watched her now.

"At least ya interestin..."

[fiddlethembones]

"Naturally. It would be outright classless of me to offer aid and then not show up to provide it." Brook was wearing his usual suit - truth be told, he doesn't own other clothes - and idly twirling his cane.

"And I am not so much a ghost as a demihuman with a rather unique physiology. Nevertheless, as I'd said - you'd have a very hard time carving any flesh from me.

"I digress, though. To the matter of things - you were an assassin before coming to the 4423, were you not?"

[jaded_feathers]

Tira visibly tensed when the skeleton-man asked about her origins. As much as she bragged about being an assassin to others, she never thought anyone would actually take her seriously. Usually people would just mock or scoff at her words, not once believing this petite girl is really the killer that she is. It felt somewhat good to know that perhaps one person upon this ship realized her words to be true. Yet, naturally, it worried her now that this creature seemed to be intrigued with her heritage.

"Why would what to know?" Tira asked, her voice gaining it's dark edge to it.

[fiddlethembones]

Brook could have smiled - a defensive reply like that almost certainly meant that his guess was on the mark. He'd suspected as much; her assorted posts and comments insinuated that she'd killed several times before, and enjoyed it; while being a sadist was not a requirement for being an assassin, it was not uncommon. She could have been simply bluffing - telling tales to make herself sound important - but there was too much of a knowing tone behind her words for him to really think that.

Regardless, it needed to stop - to prevent undue attention to the ship or the poor crazy woman had she been lying, and to also prevent a possibly talented assassin from revealing herself and being killed if she wasn't.

"Because I might have some perspective for one. Advice, if you will."