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[u][b]Los Paraísos[/b][/u]

Thunderhawk settled himself into his seat, watching with trepidation as everyone bought themselves a drink and slowly started to introduce themselves to one another, mingling with smiles and laughter as they took their seats. Things were going pretty well so far, right? Right. Everyone seemed to be happy. Buying everyone a drink seemed to be the right thing to do, and a good first impression-

AMY. AMY WHY BUY THREE BOTTLES.

In hindsight he should have expected this to happen from her, but even then he hadn't-

MOIRA. MOIRA AND ARIA. WHY BUY ANOTHER BOTTLE EACH? YOU COULDN’T ORDER A GLASS LIKE A SENSIBLE PERSON?

Thunderhawk’s hand began to shake with greater intensity. Gone. Gone was all of his money in one fell swoop. He was suddenly reminded just why he had abandoned thes people, and-

OH COME ON NEW GUY WHO I DON’T EVEN KNOW. WHY DO YOU NEED THAT MANY BOTTLES OF SODA? WHAT THE HECK?

The gods were really unpleasant to him today. He… he needed a drink. Badly. But… 

Well, he could thank the Pride at least for preventing him from doing so by now emptying all of his purse strings. That was something at least. Maybe… hopefully… he could get a reimbursement from Tiberius later or something. Gods he hoped so. He was the one bankrolling this mission afterall… the client, so… he should be the one paying for business expenses, right? Like their rooms, he paid for all their rooms. He could pay for their drinks too, right? Just… just needed a receipt, maybe, and…

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“So what’s going on, Thunderjerk?” Estelle asked, sitting directly opposite him with a bottle of lemonade in her hands, looking up and smiling at him with delight. Thunderhawk’s eye twitched. “What’s the mission?”

“Ah… that’s right… the mission…” Thunderhawk hissed with gritted teeth. That’s right, focus on the mission. Focus on the positives too, like how even though the Pride had just rendered him dirt poor… he was the one in charge now. He was the mission leader here. He didn’t to follow Stella’s leadership anymore, as utterly brain-dead and bizarre as the notion of an experienced Guilder such as himself was in following a G ranked rookie in the first place. Now… now she, and the rest of them, had to follow his guide. And so it was, he’d be able to show them all what a good leader and guilder he actually was. To turn any preconceived, negative opinions of him around. 

He cleared his throat, turning all eyes and ears towards him. After closing his eyes, and taking a deep breath, they flicked open, revealing a new man brimming with determination and seriousness. A man focused on the task in front of him. 

“The mission is this: Young women around the island have been going missing...”

A brief silence followed, with everyone seated devoting their attention to the Ranger… their thoughts briefly away from the tropical paradise they were in, and to the mission at hand. Waiting for the details to be brought to light. 

Thunderhawk instead folded his hands and exhaled heavily, leaning back into his seat and closing his eyes. “That’s it. Any questions?”