[ 002 ] - written

[hostclubshadowking]

Crew Wanted

[Kyouya writes a little larger than he normally would, wanting to make sure that it's noticed on its page. Not just skimmed by, as he fears some of these things might be.

It still may be, but it's worth a chance.]

I am acting on behalf of Lady Maribelle -- the daughter of the duke of Themis and court magistrate of Ylisstol, trained in naval warfare and military tactics -- and am looking for those who would be interested in joining a crew.

What we seek are principled individuals, those who wish to find treasure but do it without engaging in acts of piracy. We intend to stand against pirates when they cross us, so those who have experience with battle would be most welcome. It is not, however, a requirement.

If you are interested, please either contact me through these journals or come to the Restful Night Tavern. I will have a table there to speak with you personally. I am happy to answer any questions.

Thank you for your attention,
Otori Kyouya

Comments

Written;

[hostclubshadowking]

We certainly should, perhaps before we invite those with interest to meet. I've promised Lady Maribelle that without her approval, they are only applicants.

Re: Written;

[clocksandroses]

I'm free whenever you are!

Written;

[hostclubshadowking]

Perhaps in an hour, then? I plan to get something to eat around then, and I would be happy to treat you.

[Best to make a good impression quickly.]

Re: Written;

[clocksandroses]

Oh, no, you don't have to do that!

Written;

[hostclubshadowking]

I insist.

Re: Written;

[clocksandroses]

Otori-san . . . Are you sure?

I'll treat you back, later!

Written;

[hostclubshadowking]

I'm happy to do it, Nakamori-san.

Re: Written;

[clocksandroses]

Like I said, next time will be on me!

I'll see you soon, Otori-kun.

Written;

[hostclubshadowking]

I look forward to it, then.

Action;

[clocksandroses]

[ Aoko spends a little time in her room, poking at her journal in fascination and mentally reviewing the situation at hand. She hadn't expected to find a crew so often, but this one seems so perfect for her . . . Strangers or not, she's got to go for it!

Fifteen minutes before the meeting time, she runs her fingers through her bushy hair, pats down her school uniform, and makes her way to the tavern. It's too bad she doesn't have any nice clothes to make herself more presentable with, but . . . well, nobody has that luxury here just yet, right? There's no point in feeling self-conscious about it.

With that in mind, she pokes her head around the door. If Kyouya isn't there yet, she'll just go ahead and find herself a seat . . . ]

Action;

[hostclubshadowking]

[Kyouya has smoothed out his school uniform, combed his hair, and tried to look as fresh as he could. Which was difficult without running water and all the products he's used to having around him.

Still, he holds himself with pride. He has a good position, and he's meeting with a member of the crew he's joined.

The young man looked around as he stood in the tavern, frowning as he scolded himself for not having asked Aoko what she looked like.]

[clocksandroses]

[ Aoko is kicking herself equally as much, for exactly the same reason. Still, when a young man strides into the tavern, his bearing straight and proud despite the furrow of his eyebrows, she has a feeling she's found who she's looking for. ]

Excuse me! Would you happen to be Otori Kyouya-kun?

[hostclubshadowking]

Nakamori Aoko? [Kyouya replied, tilting his head slightly.

He bowed at the waist, then.] I am, in fact.

A pleasure to meet you.

[clocksandroses]

It's nice to meet you, too!

[ She returns his bow politely, and offers him a friendly, if apologetic, smile. ]

I'm sorry, I didn't think to ask for your description when we were talking over the journals.

[hostclubshadowking]

The error was mine. I apologize.

[His smile matches hers, an easy expression. One that hides a careful calculation of this young woman and the assets she brings to their collaboration.]

Please, have a seat. I promised you a meal, after all.

[clocksandroses]

[ Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed? More like bright-eyed and bushy-haired . . . Aoko's an energetic and friendly, yet modest, girl, and it shows in her expression and the way she holds herself.

With another smile, she leads the way to one of the empty tables. ]

You really don't have to . . .

[ She'd feel badly, making him spend money. Especially when everyone has so little of it. ]

[hostclubshadowking]

I'm well aware I don't have to, but I insist.

[Calm, cool, and collected. Straight backed and proud but almost serene in that pride. Not arrogance, no. And a kind of aloof warmness. Nothing direct, but nothing cold.

The perfect presentation, one Kyouya Otori had worked on for year.]