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Done! I tried showing Ven's rambling as a way of telling how he likes to hear himself talk. I guess that would be a part of his persuasion skills.

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Ven

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"As probably should have been clear before, I do not, in fact, wish to ignore a possible genocide. Perhaps my rambling made that a bit unclear. I simply wished to express the fact that my people have been mistreated by humans before. I must add, then, that I would much rather see to it that Council pays for their cruel deeds, especially if this genocide has truly happened. I am not one to take something like that lightly, unlike my brazen associate Pax. I suppose though, that someone such as yourself, Riggs, would be unable to understand much in the way of sympathy for other races. That is quite clear in your manner of speaking." He coughed as Grick went to the Captain, believing any services he could offer to her unnecessary at the time. "Regardless, though, you have made your point in why we should fake a mutiny, though I'm still skeptical in the effectiveness of such a lie, given... well, never mind that."

He turned to Cú. "I do not blame you, my large friend, for not understanding our hesitation. You see, it takes a little more than just agreement to understand one another, and the Captain's goals for this next mission need to be clearer in order to facilitate such an elaborate ruse. If we do not prod at holes in the argument, we simply cannot develop this far enough to succeed. Therefore, we question, we consider, and we must also acknowledge the fact that being so far away from places we have known for so long-at least, quite a few of us-can be quite a new concept. Especially for those not prone to travelling long distances, with the exception of our missions before this one." He unfolded his legs and placed his arms on the table. "But I digress. In the simplest terms, we are hesitant because this is new, and unknown for the fact that humanity has been gone for such a long time that we don't know much about them, especially personally; and we also hesitate for the freedom we have so longed for, for so long. Though I suppose that's not true in my case. Or, apparently, yours and the Captains either."

He then looked at where the Captain was. "Given Riggs has, in the simplest terms, answered my questions I posed at the Captain, I will be willing to continue with this plan."

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I'm actually working on a post right now, if you don't mind.

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It's around 12:00AM where I am, so I'm going to hold off on posting until I have time around noon.

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Ven

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(Now this is surprising) If Ven could give an expression equal to raised eyebrows, he would have been doing so right then. However, he remained within control of his emotions and instead went with thinking about what the Captain was saying. He drummed his fingers on his legs, going over it all in his mind while Pax went on her rant, and Grick added his own opinions. After some contemplation, he decided to talk himself.

"I have a few things I need to... consider before really 'agreeing' to your plan-that is, if you would even allow us to disagree, considering we'd still be convicts and possibly fugitives if we were abandoned by you, or whatever it is you would be planning if we don't come along." He turned his attention toward Pax for a moment. "I must admit I admire you for your incredibly tactless and pointlessly nihilistic attitude toward genocide, especially considering... well, nevermind." He waved it off, signalling he no longer cared for any more discussion about Pax's thoughtlessness when faced with something his own species had had to deal with.

"Continuing with the points I'd like to address: first, I'm not sure I understand the need for a supposed mutiny. Admittedly, I have never been to Nomad, though my previous... comrades were often a part of the trading there. I'll need some clarification as to the environment. But I'm sure it's nothing I can't handle." The disdain in his voice with the words 'comrades' would be evident to anyone in the room, clearly a reference to his previous days in the "mafia" of the planet he was originally from, and their betrayal for him. He shrugged.

"Second, you're asking me to look for a race that I would have never gotten along with, had I ever met any, because of their treatment of my people. I will, however, disregard this in my optimistic view that their previous... invasive attitudes toward other races is no longer present in these... last of their species." He thought again for a moment. "And thirdly... Well, this is probably the biggest reason why I would actually agree to this, presuming we have a choice. I have nowhere left to turn to, honestly. If I run into anyone from my previous, less "honest" days, they would almost certainly come after me if they found I was free. Of course, I'm not really scared of the utter sacks of garbage, considering they have become more pathetic since I have been gone, but that's still a possible threat to me if I go. It might even be a threat to me-well, all of us, really-if I stay, but not quite of the same caliber."

He grasped a part of his bandages that was bothering him in between his thumb and index finger and he fixed it in place, tightly. "That being said, I'm more in than out, depending on the answer to my mutiny question."

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I've read the two new posts, but I'm going to wait for a few more before I post my own, just to have a sense of what everyone else is doing.

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Ven

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(This isn't remotely a surprise)
Ven had been renewing his bandages before the announcement came. He had barely sensed a change in the wind of a few of his crew mates, as well as the Captain herself. He had taken into consideration the fact that he couldn't usually sense such changes unless he was actively looking for them, like when engaged in hand-to-hand combat with an Aneath, or just someone who didn't know enough about wind to mask theirs while moving or fighting. Therefore, it was obvious that whatever change was coming needed at least some preparation, even something he probably should have done several months ago. Still, embarking on whatever was going to happen next required a form of symbolism, like he had been taught when his 'father' (And some "friends") bothered to talk about the Veslin culture he had never really been a part of. New bandages would have to do for the symbolism.

When the ship lurch, his head flew back and he hit it on the wall "Fuck!" He groaned in pain and finished up wrapping his hand. Ignoring his throbbing head, he stood up from his spot on the floor of his messy room. He had given up some time ago on keeping it neat and tidy; nobody was going to care, if anybody even ever came into his room. He had a lofted bed, and usually spent his time on the floor underneath it, either bored out of his mind (Waiting for anything, or even nothing), planning whatever he needed to do next on his various 'notebooks' (In touch-oriented Veslin writing, of course), or simply a miscellaneous activity that the Captain had charged him to complete for one reason or another. He had things scattered about here and there, not too worried about his writings since none of the crew ever bothered to care about it, bandages stacked in a corner for the rare times he needed to change them (Or put off changing them), some Veslin artifacts he had managed to keep-which were actually on a shelf, since he actually cared whether they were damaged or not.

His jacket and boots were not currently on him, and he hurried to get them on so as to keep within the time frame allotted by the Captain before she would get angry. He had become accustomed to getting clothes over his bandages in a hurry, so they weren't ruined by the time he had zipped his boots to his pants and his jacket over his chest. He left his poncho under his bed; he doubted they were going anywhere especially harmful for him. He left his room, briskly walking down the hallway to the commons room. He had gotten used to the layout of the ship not too long after coming on-he was pretty good at direction in general, as a Veslin-so it wasn't hard to join up with the group, despite his lack of eyesight added with the complications in the ship.

He came into the commons room and quickly knew who was there. Nearly everyone. It was a little awkward, being one of the last to show up, but he was able to hide any slight apprehension he had, as was usual. He sat down on one of the available seats, crossing his legs and showing that he was ready for whatever the Captain had wanted to tell them. "We ready to begin yet?" He knew the next few moments could easily change quite a lot, though in what way or direction he had no idea. The wind was fickle like that.

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I'm just reading up, I'll definitely post something by the end of today. It's a little hard for me to start with things like this, so please don't be surprised if I don't have as much as any of the others.

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@beyond visions Thanks much. I have to read the entirety of the character posts now, instead of just doing what I normally do and skim, aha.

If I think of anything I need to know about something I'll message you or the user I need to, got it.

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So a bioweapon, a drunken mercenary, an assassin, a gangster, a fish, a pilot, and a captain all walk into a bar...

@Oxenfree

Gotta say that's the greatest description ever.

Edit: @beyond visions should our characters know each other already? Or just the reputation and their race's culture?