Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150531171959/@comment-25686329-20150601041727

So far, Fizz was trying to be optimistic. The dancer girl had potential, especially if she needed to rig any of the fights, but the pirate just seemed like a loose cannon and the 'ghost girl' hadn't given her a legitimate reason yet.

And then there was the pirate's subordinate, terribly childish threat.

Fizz pushed back her chair with blinding speed and aimed the umbrella directly at the girl's forehead.

"I dang wewl heard ya." Fizz said. "But lemme tell ya, I wewdent be threaten' me considerin' yer the one looking fer a job."

She leaned in, lowering the umbrella so she could lear in the girl's face.

"Violence returns upon the violent, love. Yeh don' wonna see me violent."

Fizz straightened, coughed, and sank back into her seat. "Name's Fiskette Pew. You'll call me Fizz if you're in my good books, but 'till then, it's M'am."

Time to truly begin the interview.

"So, what's yer stance on allat 'Poof' debacle. Destiny and whateva the Spehwl."