[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/G70pU5v.png[/img][h2][color=a2d39c]Carly-Beth[/color][/h2][i][h3]Za Boat, Harbor[/h3][/i] 
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As the mass of rats appeared, crawling up the sides of the ship, Carly-Beth's expression soured. Shaytanea, having returned from her scouting exercise, came to over at the magus's side, along with Phil. As the rats coalesced into a single figure, she remained tense, eyes slightly narrowed. It was only after the new arrival had finished speaking that she became more lax, letting out a slight sigh. 

[color=a2d39c]"Calm down, Strategist. Threats are never a good way to start a friendly chat~"[/color] She chimed up, even as Shaytanea stayed at her side. Glancing over to the rat-man, Carly-Beth tilted her head to the side a bit before speaking up in turn.

[color=a2d39c]"Well, that's not at all creepy, P.P. It's fine if I call you P.P., right? Anyway, yeah, maybe work on your first impressions a bit, cause 'cursed rats swimming onto a boat and turning into a guy' isn't a tip you'll find in most self-help books."[/color]

She shrugged, not seeming to actually be bothered much by said first impression, but regardless-

[color=a2d39c]"See, here's the thing. It's cool you want to talk, cool you gave me your true name too, but I'm not really keen on meeting you in person. No offense, or anything. It's just...we~ll, there's not much reason to, right? I'm safest on this ship, and as for you and your Master, you're best off in your territory, especially if you're who you say you are."

"Ignoring the idea that this could be a trap, meeting like that opens us up to attack from others. It's just not worth it, since anything we can talk through can be done with our intermediaries. I'd say that should be pretty standard procedure, yeah? We're magi, we have intermediaries, just use those instead of risking our own skin. Sure, it's not as 'polite', but we don't need those pointless formalities, right P.P.? I'd certainly hope you or your Master wouldn't walk outside of your territory if you were invited to a talk without prep and protections out the ass, either. So, tell you what..."[/color] The homunculus turned her head to the side, before letting out a sharp yell.

[color=a2d39c][i][b]"Hey, Ted!"[/b][/i][/color]

Within moments, a floating face had appeared, the face of a disheveled man who did not seem to have had a proper home for quite some time. The floating mask joined Carly-Beth opposite Shaytanea, and began to speak.

"What's up, boss lady? You need a- [b]wait what is that a guy made of rats-[/b]"

[color=a2d39c]"Ted, Pied Piper. Pied Piper, Ted. He'll be my liaison for talks with you if you want to have any off of the ship. Don't worry, he's even more useless than he looks."[/color] Carly-Beth interjected, gesturing towards the mask somewhat lazily. [color=a2d39c]"If you're ready to talk stuff over now, let's do it. If not, I'll have Ted go with your rats back home, and we can do it later."

"So, what'll it be?"[/color]