Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-14800267-20150514041341

Tech was something she was completely out at sea with- not an accurate analogy seeing she was at home out at sea, but the sentiment remained. She was useless with it. Her guns were packed powder and pellet, long out dated and she navigated by the stars. Mirror net had no reception in Neverland because it was never in a fixed place. compasses were useless and forget phone reception all together. All this chatter was completely mystifying to her.

She was about to answer the Yankee with a very colourful description, but the witch (she absently made the symbol to ward off the evil eye with her hand. She wasn't superstitious... absolutely not....  but her crew mates were horribly so and gestures like that became ingrained. And you know... just in case.) started speaking and was trying to make a deal. Now THIS was something she could deal with. Negotiation with someone who sounded, for all intents and purposes, to be as trustworthy as the last biscut at the bottom of the barrel.

"Just the student records?" She asked. The deal was too good, the bait too tasty. There was no doubt a long, barbed fishhook attached "Well that seems awfully nice of you. Such a low price for such a big thing. You see the problem is, little witch, blind trust leads to a short drop and a sharp stop and I need to know a little more of your motvations. Why the student records? And whose? You see I'm not interested in ruining Grimm. I want to slice his guts open, tie his intestines to a tree and kick him off a cliff so he dangles there for the crows who will feed on his still living, twitching body, so that worm is not interesting enough bait. Problem is I'm not a very moral person little witch, and I'd quite happily do the same to others to gain information. Like where exactly those video files are if I find their purchasing price too high- of if I find out it's been used against us" She pulled out a very expensive looking compact- one she'd taken from a ship transporting Emerald City elite to the royal courts in Avalon- and examined her make up. Fairy Godmother it was a mess.

Wait... did she just accidentally say "us?" When on earth did she start thinking of herself as part of this group of sorry losers? More importantly when had they fallen under her gruesome, if not effective protection?