Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20130724090620/@comment-10860529-20130809094504

((OOC: No worries, I'm have to say the same for Bathilda, so say the least.))

Bathilda bit her lip, barely withholding the loud snickers in response to Jane's unintentionally insensitive first mate. While she had a few quips in mind for the for a particular bird-brain, the fashionably late arrivals had certainly caught the waiting-maid's eye. Crossing one leg over another, the eyed the spectacled girl with a look of amusement.

"But why leave when you, in fact, are at your most blatantly correct?" her arms gestured towards the plump pirate. "In fact, we're are all to be slaughtered." with a fake grin she got up from her seat, that spoke once more.

"Be thee the melted tin heart of of a presumed hero,"  she made sure to sweepingly point in the direction of an uncomfortable-looking Stannum, "or a villainess in disguise thus sentenced to their doom," Bathilda placed both hands over her heart, flashing the others a sly smirk, "We are all here for a reason, an that reason IS,"

The girl paused. Some of the more observant students waited, others rolled their eyes.

"Because of what the blonde said, that's why! Throwing us a craptastic pity party cause they want nothing to do with us. May as well have good ol' Milton round us up so we can all walk the plank, kinda like you Neverland pirates are all about."

The waiting-maid took care to give a certain future captain an innocent shrug, though it mattered not to her is anyone felt insulted. Or if the face of the voiceless tin soldier some seats away was growing red through heat against metal alone.