[center][h1][b][color=999999]Mr. Smith[/color] | [color=c455fc]Valkyrie[/color] | [color=8493ca]Skipper[/color] | [color=8493ca]Ranger[/color] | [color=8493ca]Cleric[/color][/b][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/B95Pl5J.jpg[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/BoKG03R.jpg[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/TsqQyjb.jpg[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/318PiUN.jpg[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/ZjlVtoy.jpg[/img] - [i]EZ PZ Docks - Miami, United States[/i] April 1st, 2017 [url=https://www.youtuberepeater.com/watch?v=Bd3dqP37M_o]"Contra" by Logic (Instrumental)[/url] [hider=Interactions][@Prosaic] [@EurmalEye] [@Oooie][/hider] [hr][/center] Mr. Smith and his right-hand woman Valkyrie stood together as they waited around for the rest of the party to show up. Skipper thought for a moment, looking out towards the sea carefully, before turning back to the others. Ranger and Cleric simply stood around, waiting for something to do. Mr. Smith turned casually to Skipper, and asked him about the weather. [color=999999]"What does our forecast look like for our journey?"[/color] Skipper looked to Mr. Smith and shrugged. [color=8493ca]"Clear skies mostly. Should be a safe and peaceful journey."[/color] Skipper said. [color=8493ca]"Assuming that Albright Island doesn't have any super... magical storms or anything."[/color] Mr. Smith shook his head. [color=999999]"It doesn't look like it has any."[/color] Mr. Smith explained. [color=999999]"Dragonborn did report in some strange clouds from what I can recall, but it's just from the mana buildup in the sky. It can cause strange storms a whole lot, but not enough to damage a boat, or at least a fighter jet. People often use it as an omen to turn around so... yeah."[/color] Mr. Smith chuckled. Skipper sighed, putting his hands on his hips, looking away towards the gates. He then looked back to Mr. Smith. [color=8493ca]"You know you could've hired a weather mage, right?"[/color] Mr. Smith nodded. [color=999999]"I was aware of that, but their huge demand made them incredibly busy and expensive. Besides, if we have any issues, we can port in Lisbon and fix any problems there. We're in no rush here."[/color] Soon enough, a sedan approached and entered into the docks. Due to it being a public dock for boats of all sizes and small ships, there wasn't exactly security that was checking Sigmund's vehicle. It helped that Mr. Smith asked the dock employees to allow entrance to any strange vehicles until the [i]Milky Way[/i] departed. The '89 Caprice soon revealed itself, as well as the fact that it had [i]no driver.[/i] Mr. Smith was hoping to be the John Hammond in this scenario but it looks like this man was making him have a run for his money! Once Sigmund exited the vehicle and asked if they were going to Spooky Island, Mr. Smith smiled proudly to him and nodded. [color=999999]"Welcome frie-"[/color] He cut himself off once Sigmund nearly tripped. [color=999999]"You okay?"[/color] He asked, stepping a little closer. Sigmund then approached him and introduced himself, to which Mr. Smith smiled in kind and nodded to him. [color=999999]"Yes, of course. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sigmund. This here is Liana, my bodyguard..."[/color] Liana waved. [color=c455fc]"Yo."[/color] [color=999999]"... Constance, my communications officer..."[/color] Constance wave a soft wave and a friendly smile. [color=999999]"... Skipper, the ship's captain...."[/color] Skipper nodded to Sigmund. [color=999999]"...and this is Clyde, the magic healer. He's here to make sure we don't die in said creepy ruins."[/color] Clyde simply gave Sigmund a stare and a smile. [color=999999]"... [i]though now that I think about it there could be other things we might die of[/i] but that's neither here nor there!"[/color] Mr. Smith said, trying to segue from the uncomfortable situation Clyde produced. [color=999999]"Either way, welcome to the team. Glad to have you... yet to be onboard."[/color] Mr. Smith grinned, gesturing to the ship at the end. "[color=999999]Feel free to speak to speak to the others, get to know them."[/color] Liana looked to Sigmund before pointing at him. [color=c455fc]"Hey... do I know you? You look really familiar. I felt like I've seen you somewhere before."[/color] Liana chuckled. [color=c455fc]"Regardless... it's nice seeing you."[/color] She smiled warmly, offering her skeletal hand for Sigmund to shake. Soon enough, after another car, almost as old as the Caprice that came in, arrived, Leval approached the group with his belongings. Mr. Smith smiled to him as he approached. [color=999999]"Hello, comrade! My name is Mr. Smith, and these are my compatriots Liana, Constance, Skipper and Clyde. They are my bodyguard, communications officer, ship captain and team healer respectively. Sigmund joined us just a minute before."[/color] Mr. Smith offered his hand for Leval to shake. [color=999999]"I'll have the dockworkers take care of your car, they'll be putting it in a dry storage area for the next two months."[/color] He gestured to a dockworker to come to him, before handing him a $100 bill from his hammerspace jacket. [color=999999]"Please see to it that this man's care is well taken care of."[/color] The woman in the neon safety vest and hard hat grinned at the bill and nodded. [color=82ca9d]"Who's possession?"[/color] [color=999999]"Leval Lamrue. I'll forward the necessary information before we leave port."[/color] Mr. Smith nodded. The woman nodded with a soft smile before turning to Leval, opening her hand for his car keys. [color=82ca9d]"I'll make sure nothing happens to your whip. My word is my bond."[/color] Then several thuds marked the arrival of Golem, to which Mr. Smith grinned at, and the others were relatively surprised by. [color=999999]"Oh, feel free to board the ship! Try not to damage any vehicles when you get onboard, though, just stand in front of the cabin on the deck and you'll be good."[/color] Mr. Smith then frowned. [color=999999]"Unfortunately you'll be outside for most of the trip since you can't fit through most of the doors, but I'll make sure someone keeps you company if you wish."[/color] Skipper gave a shocked look to Mr. Smith. [color=8493ca]"You brought a [i]golem!?[/i]"[/color] The ship's captain asked. Mr. Smith shrugged. [color=999999]"The Jeeps can't haul [i]everything.[/i]"[/color] Mr. Smith smirked. [color=999999]"Someone's gotta bring all of our loot back to the ship, just in case if the Cherokees don't work for whatever reason." [/color] Skipper sighed before requesting one of the crew members to help get Golem situated onto the boat, which still had its ramp open after accepting the vehicles onboard. Once Ozzie arrived, Mr. Smith's attention from Golem was brought back to the now two men who stood in front of him. [color=999999]"Oh, you must be Osmond! I'm Mr. Smith. This young man here is Leval, and that young man there is Sigmund. The large figure behind me is Golem, and my crew here are Liana, Skipper, Constance and Clyde, who are my bodyguard, ship captain, comms officer and team medic respectively."[/color] He looked around. [color=999999]"I think we should be expecting three more..."[/color] He looked around before looking back to Osmond, Leval and Sigmund. [color=999999]"Oh! If you boys don't mind, I can have some of the crew take your personal belongings to your quarters. You're free to get to know the others while we wait for the rest of the team to arrive. We'll be boarding and launching in about an hour, so there's no rush. Once everyone here has gathered, I'll brief you all before the ship leaves port. Sound cool?"[/color] Once he got an affirmative reply, Mr. Smith would nod. [color=999999]"Awesome."[/color] Constance took a small step a little farther away from Clyde and closer to Skipper.