[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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A low giggle left the homunculus as the rat-thing voiced its reply, rocking her weight back and forth on her heels before nodding when it had finally finished. [color=a2d39c]"Oh, don't worry, I'm on the same page. Familiar network combined with pinpoint bombardment? Beautiful. If you're able to put a stranglehold on supplies coming in through the rails like I am with the ships, we're also able to cut off outside help. And that's not to mention extra stuff like magecraft synergies; looking at these rats of yours, I have a proposal in mind that you might be interested in..."[/color]

She crossed her arms behind her head, giving Shaytanea a coy glance that would have sent a shiver down the mask's spine if she had a spine to begin with.

[color=a2d39c]"But I'll leave that for a bit later, after Ted's gotten to your place and you've chatted with your Master on the matter, 'kay? I'll just say that I'm interested, and we can work out the specific terms of everything once we've checked that your Master's on-board. Sorry about not being willing to stick around on the mainland. If it's any consolation, though, I've got some masks with my personality in 'em. I could have one sit at a dinner table and all, even if it's not quite the same, ehe~" 

"But yeah, especially after everything that happened last night, I'm just not willing to take the risk of heading out and then getting smashed by [i]literal Achilles[/i] or something. We indirect types've gotta stick to our advantages, right?"[/color]

As the rat-thing grabbed Ted without warning, though, the mask shifted around in its grasp, its face contorting in disgust. "H-Hey, Boss Lady, can you tell this thing to let go of me?" 

[color=a2d39c]"Now, now, Ted~ That's no way to talk to your new friend. Be polite. You're representing me, so I don't want any of your usual shenanigans. Best behavior, that's an [b]order[/b]~" [/color]

When he was released, Ted shot the rat-thing a grimace, muttering something to himself about bleach. Regardless, he didn't have much room to deny an order from Carly-Beth, and so moved to disembark from the ship as the rat-thing did. At the mention of swimming, he shook his head, which looked somewhat amusing given that his head was his entire body.

"...I'll just float, bud. Lead the way."

And so, the mask and rats took their leave.