Bombie stared hard, disarmingly so, as he listened closely to education that was clearly not anything he'd heard before; his wide eyes focused on Lyn's face most of the time, but occasionally went down to her other parts. He was probably having a hard time keeping the eyes respectfully upward when she kept mentioning said parts in her speech. He tensed his eyebrows thoughtfully, then spoke in a very quiet whisper. "So it doesn't matter who makes me feel that way? What if it's one of the enemy pirate captains that Bomba hates so much? What if it's Bomba? What if it's you?" he asked, seeming eaten up by questions.
He stopped his questions for a moment to finish listening, then nodded. "I know about that much, anyway. Even if I didn't... Bombo's pictures and things kind of gave me the idea," he murmured, looking annoyed again, as though he was blaming Bombo for his continued thrust into puberty. "And uh... I know that sometimes, when I see girls in their swimsuits, I guess I kind of feel it down there. I've never really told anybody that before... I guess it's cause almost everyone else is my enemy... a-and if I told Bomba I feel that way when I see her without her bandages on, like when she takes a bath, it'd just be... I mean, that can't be right," he grumbled, looking increasingly unsure if he should be telling Lyn any of that. "Sh-She's too old to be taking a bath with all of us... She should know better than that. Well, she won't take one with Bombo anyway. But she still lets me in... and Bom-Bom, of course, but he's just a little baby still, and Bombe, cause she's a girl. I should probably start saying no when she asks me to join the family... Or is it okay?"
Lyn had ended up tackling a complex issue, that was for sure. Unfortunately, this wasn't a particularly private place to deal with it, and furthermore, another familiar danger re-emerged as Bomba threw open the door to the room she'd locked herself up in. "Where did you go, Cutlass?! You can't hide from me! I can see in the dark, dammit!" she shouted out. Despite her claim and her effort, which included actually kneeling down to check inside a steel grate on the floor, it didn't seem like Cutlass was anywhere to be found. Doubtless, this was part of Cutlass' escape plan and the reason she hadn't been worried coming down to surrender to Bomba to begin with, but it was also likely Cutlass had expected Lyn to be gone by this point, given that Bomba was now holding a bomb in each hand, seemingly squeezing them like stress balls.
For now, Bombie and Lyn were hidden between the machinery, but all it would take would be Bomba looking to the right to catch both of them. Bombie made a motion for Lyn to lay low, then wiggled his palm down horizontally, perhaps indicating she should lay flat. He'd give her a moment to make herself as invisible as possible, or possibly run out if she fancied trying to escape the old fashioned way, then he moved even further inward. If she was still in the crevice, he'd be in enough so they were now in very close proximity, and would attempt to hide her with his body as much as possible. His breathing was still clearly heavy, invigorated as he was with their prior conversation.
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Bombie's initial confirmation sounded solid, and Lyntael started to reassure him that it wasn't wrong. What began as slow, gentle nodding, however, briefly frozen into a small start as Bombie added Lyntael herself to his list of possible excitations. Unconsciously, she tried to take another small edged step away from him while she recovered herself, but found that she was already standing with her back pressed to the bulkhead. Her hands fidgeted instead, ans she tried to keep nodding, less smoothly than before. One rose up to run a fingertip around her emblem, while the other slipped around her own waist to the far hip, in a vaguely protective manner.
"Um, Ah... Me? Ah, well, I mean, I guess, if the way I look is, ah, is what..." she paused to swallow, the dry air not helping her suddenly much drier throat. "Is what, ah, excites you, yes... There's nothing, er, nothing wrong with that, but, um, remember to be mindful of, of respect and, and comfort... We just met, so, um, it wouldn't be bad for you to, um, feel excited by seeing me dressed like this, or, um, to feel that way if I had to show you more, but, you'd understand that it wouldn't be okay to, um, to, to do a-anything to me, unless I told you it was ok, right? You understand that?" Her stammering and faltering explanation increased along with her fidgeting as she fought to keep control of the situation.
"If it's... Ah if it's your sister, well, that is... there's not really anything that's, um, objectively wrong about feeling excited by seeing her like that... but, um, you'd need to be extra special careful about being respectful, and thinking about her comfort, because, um, a lot of people think that it's not proper to have those kinds of feelings, for um, for family members. If she isn't comfortable with you, you know, getting excited, when you see her like that, then you can talk to her about it, to be clear, but, you have to respect that if she tells you she doesn't want you thinking of her that way, that you, um, that you don't bring it up again, and that you, ah, stop trying to. If, um, if she's okay with it, then there isn't anything wrong with that either." Her eyes had dropped down, looking more at the deck than anything else while she went o, and her words had gotten more rushed and pressed together as the embarrassing nature of the questions she'd ended up with strayed off the carefully lined out path of what she'd read. Something else he had said in between brought her back to firmer, if no less blush-inducing ground and she looked up again, wincing.
"I'm, glad you know the basics, but, well, if, um, if you got most of it from the sorts of pictures and videos that I think you're describing, well, they aren't exactly, um, they aren't very good guides or very accurate representations of... of this kind of thing. They really, really aren't the sort of thing you should base your understanding on, I'm afraid..." she trailed off, unsure exactly where she could go from there, on that particular topic. She was saved from having to suggest a more in-depth demonstration of what parts were what and how things worked by the sudden reminder that they were not, in fact, in a private room or a particularly safe environment for hanging out and chatting. The sudden re-emergence of Bomba, wroth with cutlass' apparent escape, made Lyntael clap one hand up to her mouth to prevent a startled squeak from escaping. Her eyes had gone wide as flicked towards the sound first, and then to Bombie, though her thoughts were still catching up and she wasn't sure whether she was looking to him for a solution or out of mutual fear. If not for her current crossed state, the shock would likely have resulted in a burst of static that would have been bad for both of them, but for now, Lyntael just felt the jolt race through her in away that didn't reach her skin.
She tried to press herself further back, flat against whatever was at her back by now, but there was no more room to retreat. she did crouch right down when Bombie gave the signal, though. She wasn't quite eager to lie prone, given the circumstance and the likelihood that she might need to run, quickly, but instead dropped to a low crouch that bent her knees to the side and gave Bombie a little bit more room to back towards her, while still remaining on the balls of her feet. She put one hand against the machinery on one side to steady herself while the other rubbed and tapped nervously at her emblem, unheeded. When Bombie pressed back further against her, it brought his feet into the arc of her knees, and his waist awkwardly close to her head, and had the situation been any less panic-stricken, Lyntael would probably have realised just how indecent it looked. As it was, she just tried to make herself as small and quiet as she could, closing her eyes and barely daring to breath as she listened to Bomba's angry searching.
"Um, Ah... Me? Ah, well, I mean, I guess, if the way I look is, ah, is what..." she paused to swallow, the dry air not helping her suddenly much drier throat. "Is what, ah, excites you, yes... There's nothing, er, nothing wrong with that, but, um, remember to be mindful of, of respect and, and comfort... We just met, so, um, it wouldn't be bad for you to, um, feel excited by seeing me dressed like this, or, um, to feel that way if I had to show you more, but, you'd understand that it wouldn't be okay to, um, to, to do a-anything to me, unless I told you it was ok, right? You understand that?" Her stammering and faltering explanation increased along with her fidgeting as she fought to keep control of the situation.
"If it's... Ah if it's your sister, well, that is... there's not really anything that's, um, objectively wrong about feeling excited by seeing her like that... but, um, you'd need to be extra special careful about being respectful, and thinking about her comfort, because, um, a lot of people think that it's not proper to have those kinds of feelings, for um, for family members. If she isn't comfortable with you, you know, getting excited, when you see her like that, then you can talk to her about it, to be clear, but, you have to respect that if she tells you she doesn't want you thinking of her that way, that you, um, that you don't bring it up again, and that you, ah, stop trying to. If, um, if she's okay with it, then there isn't anything wrong with that either." Her eyes had dropped down, looking more at the deck than anything else while she went o, and her words had gotten more rushed and pressed together as the embarrassing nature of the questions she'd ended up with strayed off the carefully lined out path of what she'd read. Something else he had said in between brought her back to firmer, if no less blush-inducing ground and she looked up again, wincing.
"I'm, glad you know the basics, but, well, if, um, if you got most of it from the sorts of pictures and videos that I think you're describing, well, they aren't exactly, um, they aren't very good guides or very accurate representations of... of this kind of thing. They really, really aren't the sort of thing you should base your understanding on, I'm afraid..." she trailed off, unsure exactly where she could go from there, on that particular topic. She was saved from having to suggest a more in-depth demonstration of what parts were what and how things worked by the sudden reminder that they were not, in fact, in a private room or a particularly safe environment for hanging out and chatting. The sudden re-emergence of Bomba, wroth with cutlass' apparent escape, made Lyntael clap one hand up to her mouth to prevent a startled squeak from escaping. Her eyes had gone wide as flicked towards the sound first, and then to Bombie, though her thoughts were still catching up and she wasn't sure whether she was looking to him for a solution or out of mutual fear. If not for her current crossed state, the shock would likely have resulted in a burst of static that would have been bad for both of them, but for now, Lyntael just felt the jolt race through her in away that didn't reach her skin.
She tried to press herself further back, flat against whatever was at her back by now, but there was no more room to retreat. she did crouch right down when Bombie gave the signal, though. She wasn't quite eager to lie prone, given the circumstance and the likelihood that she might need to run, quickly, but instead dropped to a low crouch that bent her knees to the side and gave Bombie a little bit more room to back towards her, while still remaining on the balls of her feet. She put one hand against the machinery on one side to steady herself while the other rubbed and tapped nervously at her emblem, unheeded. When Bombie pressed back further against her, it brought his feet into the arc of her knees, and his waist awkwardly close to her head, and had the situation been any less panic-stricken, Lyntael would probably have realised just how indecent it looked. As it was, she just tried to make herself as small and quiet as she could, closing her eyes and barely daring to breath as she listened to Bomba's angry searching.
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"Sorry, it's just sort of... exotic. Everyone I'm around sort of looks the same: tan skin, brown hair, orange eyes. So you... and the other pirate captains I guess... all look kind of interesting. And I guess that makes me sort of... react," Bombie murmured, shifting uncomfortably. "I don't want to do anything to you! I just meant it's sort of... you know... happening. I can't really control it," he continued.His eyes widened and he shaked his head, causing the tufts of hair under his wraps to flip wildly. "N-No, I couldn't talk to Bomba about it! Besides, what would I even do about it? I don't know if I can stop myself from doing it... I-If she'll just stop taking baths with me, I'll be okay. I don't think about it while she's got her wraps on... A-A-And, if she was okay with it, that'd be even weirder! I... I don't even know what that would be like..."
His embarrassment turned to mild frustration as he realized that his current level of knowledge was based on more misunderstandings. "Geez... Why does Bombo even watch that stuff if it's all wrong?" he grumbled, deflecting his mistake back over to his sibling. "He's so dumb... Hey, you gotta show me the way it's supposed to actually work-" he encouraged her, then finally, quieted down, hearing the approach of his angry sister. The two made sure that Lyn was hidden to the best of their ability, which unfortunately put that part that Bombie couldn't quite control pretty close to Lyn's face. If she was looking, she could see that a bit of a slight bulge at the bandages there, although it would be pretty impolite to stare at it. Thankfully, she wouldn't be locked in that state for long, because he stepped back out of his hiding spot to confront Bomba, perhaps realizing that Lyn would only be seen thanks to his sister's supposed night-vision.
"Bombie!" Bomba snapped again, although she actually seemed to relax a bit upon seeing him. "I believe I told you to return to the others! Were you eavesdropping?"
"No, I-" he began, but she waved one hand authoritatively to quiet him again.
"I don't care right now, Bombie. The important thing is where Cutlass went to. She's no longer in the interrogation room, which means she must have come this way! You must have seen where she went!" she insisted, coming closer. Perhaps due to the recent subject matter, Bombie backed up a bit, clutching his hands to his lap nervously. "... Are you hiding something from me?"
"U-Um... Well... I didn't see Cutlass, but-" he began, seeming to shrink as Bomba approached, looking more impatient and looming over him. She wasn't all that tall, but she was still good bit older than he was; he probably still had a growth spurt coming, if such things were possible for him as a navi.
"How?! There was no way out of that room except for that doorway!" she growled, squeezing her bombs so hard that they probably would have exploded if her physical strength was a little greater.
"But! But I think we need to stop taking baths together! It's making my penis feel really weird a-and unless you're comfortable about that, we need to stop! And I don't really think I'm comfortable with it, s-so if you're not comfortable with it, we just need to stop!" he ranted, stomping his foot once and sticking his chin out to show how serious he was.
Bomba dropped both of her bombs onto the floor, which, blessedly, caused them to roll off to either side into the darkness, rather than exploding. Her face reddened rapidly, visible despite her cloak, and she clapped two hands to her cheeks. "B-Bombie! No, no... You can't say something like that to your sister... Or, no, you can't be..." she attempted to correct herself, gulping hard. "Listen Bombie, your..." she continued quietly, before looking either way to see if anyone was around. Thankfully, she wasn't far enough down the hall yet to see Lyn by doing so. "Um, if it starts feeling weird, okay, I know you can't help it, but... Um... Okay, let's both calm down..." she sighed, stepping forward to pat one hand down on his shoulder. "When two people... love each other very much, then, at that time, it's okay for boys to get um... hard penises," she explained, seeming incredibly ill suited for this job.
"But what if it's just me that feels that way? And what do I even do when it starts to feel that way?" he asked, trying his hardest not to look over to his left, where he thought someone was lurking who could give him the actual answer to this question.
"You should... clear your head. That's what's best. Try not to think dirty thoughts about me, or um, whoever's making you feel that way. You know that's why Bombo gets in so much trouble, don't you? Try to be like your sister! Bombe is about the same age as you, but she doesn't think about dirty things like that. Maybe ask Bombe what she does to take her mind off of it?" Bomba encouraged him. To her credit, it looked like she was concerned enough about her family that she'd forgotten Cutlass for now. To her detriment, her continued thoughts on how to handle sex ed still seemed to consist primarily of avoidance. "We should talk about this more later, Bombie, privately. For now, I have to track down Cutlass' ship! I can only suspect she escaped to them some way," she exclaimed, although it sort of seemed like she was just trying to buck the topic now. She patted him on the shoulder once again, than began to stride past him towards the opposite end of the hallway, presumably to gather her crew.
She already seemed to have missed Lyntael, so at this rate, it would really just be a matter of escaping once she was out of the hallway, if she was willing to let such an egregious failure at sexual education go unaddressed, at least.
His embarrassment turned to mild frustration as he realized that his current level of knowledge was based on more misunderstandings. "Geez... Why does Bombo even watch that stuff if it's all wrong?" he grumbled, deflecting his mistake back over to his sibling. "He's so dumb... Hey, you gotta show me the way it's supposed to actually work-" he encouraged her, then finally, quieted down, hearing the approach of his angry sister. The two made sure that Lyn was hidden to the best of their ability, which unfortunately put that part that Bombie couldn't quite control pretty close to Lyn's face. If she was looking, she could see that a bit of a slight bulge at the bandages there, although it would be pretty impolite to stare at it. Thankfully, she wouldn't be locked in that state for long, because he stepped back out of his hiding spot to confront Bomba, perhaps realizing that Lyn would only be seen thanks to his sister's supposed night-vision.
"Bombie!" Bomba snapped again, although she actually seemed to relax a bit upon seeing him. "I believe I told you to return to the others! Were you eavesdropping?"
"No, I-" he began, but she waved one hand authoritatively to quiet him again.
"I don't care right now, Bombie. The important thing is where Cutlass went to. She's no longer in the interrogation room, which means she must have come this way! You must have seen where she went!" she insisted, coming closer. Perhaps due to the recent subject matter, Bombie backed up a bit, clutching his hands to his lap nervously. "... Are you hiding something from me?"
"U-Um... Well... I didn't see Cutlass, but-" he began, seeming to shrink as Bomba approached, looking more impatient and looming over him. She wasn't all that tall, but she was still good bit older than he was; he probably still had a growth spurt coming, if such things were possible for him as a navi.
"How?! There was no way out of that room except for that doorway!" she growled, squeezing her bombs so hard that they probably would have exploded if her physical strength was a little greater.
"But! But I think we need to stop taking baths together! It's making my penis feel really weird a-and unless you're comfortable about that, we need to stop! And I don't really think I'm comfortable with it, s-so if you're not comfortable with it, we just need to stop!" he ranted, stomping his foot once and sticking his chin out to show how serious he was.
Bomba dropped both of her bombs onto the floor, which, blessedly, caused them to roll off to either side into the darkness, rather than exploding. Her face reddened rapidly, visible despite her cloak, and she clapped two hands to her cheeks. "B-Bombie! No, no... You can't say something like that to your sister... Or, no, you can't be..." she attempted to correct herself, gulping hard. "Listen Bombie, your..." she continued quietly, before looking either way to see if anyone was around. Thankfully, she wasn't far enough down the hall yet to see Lyn by doing so. "Um, if it starts feeling weird, okay, I know you can't help it, but... Um... Okay, let's both calm down..." she sighed, stepping forward to pat one hand down on his shoulder. "When two people... love each other very much, then, at that time, it's okay for boys to get um... hard penises," she explained, seeming incredibly ill suited for this job.
"But what if it's just me that feels that way? And what do I even do when it starts to feel that way?" he asked, trying his hardest not to look over to his left, where he thought someone was lurking who could give him the actual answer to this question.
"You should... clear your head. That's what's best. Try not to think dirty thoughts about me, or um, whoever's making you feel that way. You know that's why Bombo gets in so much trouble, don't you? Try to be like your sister! Bombe is about the same age as you, but she doesn't think about dirty things like that. Maybe ask Bombe what she does to take her mind off of it?" Bomba encouraged him. To her credit, it looked like she was concerned enough about her family that she'd forgotten Cutlass for now. To her detriment, her continued thoughts on how to handle sex ed still seemed to consist primarily of avoidance. "We should talk about this more later, Bombie, privately. For now, I have to track down Cutlass' ship! I can only suspect she escaped to them some way," she exclaimed, although it sort of seemed like she was just trying to buck the topic now. She patted him on the shoulder once again, than began to stride past him towards the opposite end of the hallway, presumably to gather her crew.
She already seemed to have missed Lyntael, so at this rate, it would really just be a matter of escaping once she was out of the hallway, if she was willing to let such an egregious failure at sexual education go unaddressed, at least.
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There was a moment, amidst Bombie's quickly uttered answers, that Lyntael felt her eyes widen suddenly and her heart tense, before she managed to remind herself that, in this circumstance, it honestly did just sound as though Bombie didn't truly understand what he was asking when he asked her to show him. Or rather, she took a breath and corrected the thought, she was misinterpreting. The request to show him how it was supposed to be done came from innocence and curiosity; where a lesson on the matter, maybe with some diagrams, would be most like what the boy was thinking of. Probably. She hoped.
She didn't move from her hiding spot until Bomba herself had passed by, and inwardly, Lyntael caught herself feeling faintly proud of Bombie for speaking up as he had; he had been honest and forthright, and she was glad to hear that, when pushed, there really was no deeper motive to any of it. If not for the frightening circumstance she would have cheered for him a little. His sister, less so... Well, she was trying at least, but trying by trying to push the issue away, and with a worrisome angle on the score of talking about it like it was dirty or wrong. Despite everything, Lyntael felt herself raise an amused eyebrow as Bomba extolled the virtues of the younger sister. If she was the same age as Bombie, and Bombie was at that point in his life, there was really no way that Bombe was blissfully free of such thoughts or feelings... if her reading was correct, in fact, it was likely that she was a bit ahead of Bombie on that particular roller-coaster. She was probably just better at hiding it... though it made Lyntael wonder if Bomba herself had ever been a young teen in the first place...
She dared to stand up properly and creep forward once Bomba strode off, approaching Bombie from behind cautiously. If the Captain was off to round up her crew and leave, it looked like her job was done, but...
"Hey..." she spoke softly, putting as much reassurance into her words as she could. "You did really well. I'm proud of you, ok? I know that was difficult for you to do, and you still said what you needed to." With any luck, the boy had turned back to face her, and she smiled for him. Her heart was still beating quicker than was strictly calm, more from the danger of being discovered than anything else, but she worked hard to keep her features bright.
"I'm going to have to leave soon, and it sounds like your sister is gathering the rest of the crew to go as well. She'll be mad if she sees me still down here, but, your crew are the only ones left on the ship now... if we go up to the top deck, out in the air, we can talk a little more, just while you wait for the rest of the crew to be ready to leave, it'll all be perfectly safe, and then neither of us will get in trouble. How does that sound?" She grinned again and tilted her head to see if he'd agree to stroll with her for a little longer, then, hopefully with her new friend in tow, began to make her way back towards the stairs up. She chatted quietly as she walked.
"So, I know that Bomba got about as flustered as I'm sure you felt back there, but don't worry, alright? Most people find, ah... I'll be blunt, um, most people find sex and sexuality hard to talk about. This is the first time I've ever spoken about it directly with anyone, and I'm a lot more nervous than I'm hoping it looks like..." She managed a small giggle here, and the effect spread through the rest of her body, finally releasing at least some of the tension that had been building up during the mission. "I just had to read a lot about all of this stuff recently, because it became important for me to know, and I didn't have anyone to teach me... and it made me realise that lots of people our age end up going into all of this not knowing nearly as much as they should."
She climbed the stairs slowly, setting a casual, comfortable stroll, though as she walked her clothing rippled and changed. Her hair regained some of its spring, and as the gradual wave rolled over her skin from the centre of her chest, the altogether too racy swimsuit was subtly replaced by her yellow vest and skirt once again. She noticed the cross disengaging, but didn't pass a great deal of attention to it, unless Bombie mentioned it specifically. It was probably better that she wasn't wearing the outfit that caused excitement any more anyway.
What she was really hoping was that, in the time spent below deck, and with the other pirates and the old Blesser having moved on, Beach Net's normal sunny skies would have returned. Bright sun and afresh breeze was what she really needed now. If her companion was still following she moved to the rail at the edge of the cruise ship and leaned on it, breathing deeply.
"At the end of the day, she's family, and that's important; she cares about all of you a lot, just from the little I've seen, and, even if she doesn't really express it in the best way sometimes, or doesn't know how to express it in the right ways at times, even, none of us are perfect..." It didn't occur to the once-more electrical navi that she might be overlaying a little bit with that pronouncement, but she went on anyway, glancing occasionally to her friend, but mostly looking out over the ocean.
"So, I'm sure she doesn't actually think that sex, or sexual thoughts and feelings, are dirty, or naughty or wrong... but she just wasn't prepared to deal with the fact that you, and probably your other sister as well, are at the age where you're starting to have them, and doesn't really know how to handle it... that's something I've read happens a lot, too. Just make sure you keep being honest, and always be respectful to other people's limits and comforts, ok? And your own. that's important as well. Just because someone else might say that it's ok to do something sexual, if you're not comfortable with it, don't let them pressure you. It's always ok to stop and to talk." She felt more relaxed now that she'd moved away from things specifically about her, and back into general themes, but she was still aware that the boy probably wasn't going to get satisfying information from Bomba herself.
"And if you need more answers, and you can't find any, it's ok to at least ask Bombe if she's comfortable talking about those things with you. I'm betting she probably knows more than Bomba thinks she does." Lyntael folded her arms on the rail, bending down a little to rest her head on them as she watched the sea and glancing across to Bombie in between. "Also, um, probably worth mentioning... I don't think it's entirely normal for two complete strangers to end up having a conversation like this right after meeting each other. It was a strange situation for both of us, I think." Despite everything she giggled again. for now she was content to wait until she could see sure sign that Bomba's crew were also leaving the ship, before heading back to Tango. Idly, she wondered what the dancer would think of the fact that she'd convinced all three pirate crews to move on.
She didn't move from her hiding spot until Bomba herself had passed by, and inwardly, Lyntael caught herself feeling faintly proud of Bombie for speaking up as he had; he had been honest and forthright, and she was glad to hear that, when pushed, there really was no deeper motive to any of it. If not for the frightening circumstance she would have cheered for him a little. His sister, less so... Well, she was trying at least, but trying by trying to push the issue away, and with a worrisome angle on the score of talking about it like it was dirty or wrong. Despite everything, Lyntael felt herself raise an amused eyebrow as Bomba extolled the virtues of the younger sister. If she was the same age as Bombie, and Bombie was at that point in his life, there was really no way that Bombe was blissfully free of such thoughts or feelings... if her reading was correct, in fact, it was likely that she was a bit ahead of Bombie on that particular roller-coaster. She was probably just better at hiding it... though it made Lyntael wonder if Bomba herself had ever been a young teen in the first place...
She dared to stand up properly and creep forward once Bomba strode off, approaching Bombie from behind cautiously. If the Captain was off to round up her crew and leave, it looked like her job was done, but...
"Hey..." she spoke softly, putting as much reassurance into her words as she could. "You did really well. I'm proud of you, ok? I know that was difficult for you to do, and you still said what you needed to." With any luck, the boy had turned back to face her, and she smiled for him. Her heart was still beating quicker than was strictly calm, more from the danger of being discovered than anything else, but she worked hard to keep her features bright.
"I'm going to have to leave soon, and it sounds like your sister is gathering the rest of the crew to go as well. She'll be mad if she sees me still down here, but, your crew are the only ones left on the ship now... if we go up to the top deck, out in the air, we can talk a little more, just while you wait for the rest of the crew to be ready to leave, it'll all be perfectly safe, and then neither of us will get in trouble. How does that sound?" She grinned again and tilted her head to see if he'd agree to stroll with her for a little longer, then, hopefully with her new friend in tow, began to make her way back towards the stairs up. She chatted quietly as she walked.
"So, I know that Bomba got about as flustered as I'm sure you felt back there, but don't worry, alright? Most people find, ah... I'll be blunt, um, most people find sex and sexuality hard to talk about. This is the first time I've ever spoken about it directly with anyone, and I'm a lot more nervous than I'm hoping it looks like..." She managed a small giggle here, and the effect spread through the rest of her body, finally releasing at least some of the tension that had been building up during the mission. "I just had to read a lot about all of this stuff recently, because it became important for me to know, and I didn't have anyone to teach me... and it made me realise that lots of people our age end up going into all of this not knowing nearly as much as they should."
She climbed the stairs slowly, setting a casual, comfortable stroll, though as she walked her clothing rippled and changed. Her hair regained some of its spring, and as the gradual wave rolled over her skin from the centre of her chest, the altogether too racy swimsuit was subtly replaced by her yellow vest and skirt once again. She noticed the cross disengaging, but didn't pass a great deal of attention to it, unless Bombie mentioned it specifically. It was probably better that she wasn't wearing the outfit that caused excitement any more anyway.
What she was really hoping was that, in the time spent below deck, and with the other pirates and the old Blesser having moved on, Beach Net's normal sunny skies would have returned. Bright sun and afresh breeze was what she really needed now. If her companion was still following she moved to the rail at the edge of the cruise ship and leaned on it, breathing deeply.
"At the end of the day, she's family, and that's important; she cares about all of you a lot, just from the little I've seen, and, even if she doesn't really express it in the best way sometimes, or doesn't know how to express it in the right ways at times, even, none of us are perfect..." It didn't occur to the once-more electrical navi that she might be overlaying a little bit with that pronouncement, but she went on anyway, glancing occasionally to her friend, but mostly looking out over the ocean.
"So, I'm sure she doesn't actually think that sex, or sexual thoughts and feelings, are dirty, or naughty or wrong... but she just wasn't prepared to deal with the fact that you, and probably your other sister as well, are at the age where you're starting to have them, and doesn't really know how to handle it... that's something I've read happens a lot, too. Just make sure you keep being honest, and always be respectful to other people's limits and comforts, ok? And your own. that's important as well. Just because someone else might say that it's ok to do something sexual, if you're not comfortable with it, don't let them pressure you. It's always ok to stop and to talk." She felt more relaxed now that she'd moved away from things specifically about her, and back into general themes, but she was still aware that the boy probably wasn't going to get satisfying information from Bomba herself.
"And if you need more answers, and you can't find any, it's ok to at least ask Bombe if she's comfortable talking about those things with you. I'm betting she probably knows more than Bomba thinks she does." Lyntael folded her arms on the rail, bending down a little to rest her head on them as she watched the sea and glancing across to Bombie in between. "Also, um, probably worth mentioning... I don't think it's entirely normal for two complete strangers to end up having a conversation like this right after meeting each other. It was a strange situation for both of us, I think." Despite everything she giggled again. for now she was content to wait until she could see sure sign that Bomba's crew were also leaving the ship, before heading back to Tango. Idly, she wondered what the dancer would think of the fact that she'd convinced all three pirate crews to move on.
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Lyntael let Bomba get out of the picture before sneaking back out to meet Bombie, who was still standing dejectedly in the hallway, given that his sister's response hadn't done much to reassure him. He cast his eyes over to her smile for a moment, then back down uncomfortably, while shifting his legs a bit. "Hopefully you're right... I'm sort of worried I just made it weirder. And now I have to talk to Bombe about this stuff... At this rate, Bom-Bom will be the only one I haven't talked to about it. Well, Bombe's usually pretty smart. Maybe she can help me out," he resolved, then gave a small nod. "Yeah, let's do that..."
He walked alongside her without looking around much, as though nothing about the ransacked second floor really surprised or interested him much. "You read about that sort of stuff? Bomba won't let us read about things like that. Bombo's found ways around it. I guess maybe Bombo could help if I want to read it too," he surmised, though he still seemed loath to rely on Bombo for much of anything. He watched her original costume manifest with a look of intrigue and may have wanted to ask about that too, but all too soon, they were back up to the top. The sky had indeed started to clear a bit, perhaps because the Blesser who was causing the storm had already taken off. It seemed like all of the other pirates had left by now as well; Bomba was probably the only one left. If she wasn't so concerned with tracking down Cutlass, she'd probably realize that this was a great opportunity to take the entire cruise ship... although, given that earlier her contingency plan had been to burn the whole thing, maybe she had no desire for it in the first place.
"Yeah. I guess Bomba really cares about us a lot. She's just... kinda dumb some times," he spoke frankly. He didn't join her at the railing, perhaps because of the Bomba family's general aversion to water. "I'll talk to Bombe. I mean... if she doesn't know already, I should probably tell her about all this. She probably does, though. Oh well... Anyways... I hope you'll come see us again some time. Even if you have to sneak on. We're almost always in Beach Net, so you can come whenever you want. If you can't find us, you can just find one of the other pirate captains. Bomba is always following them, so where the others are, she'll be too." He didn't offer an e-mail address, which meant he either didn't have one or perhaps that it was shared between the others and he couldn't just give it out. "Maybe next time I won't be so uncomfortable about it and then we can... um..." he murmured, knitting his brow again as though vaguely aware he was about to say something bad. "Well, we'll talk some more whenever you're back."
With that, he gave her a wave goodbye, then headed back below deck, descending with surprising agility and seeming to vanish into the darkness before he even got out of sight. At this point, the only thing left to do, assuming Lyn believed that Bomba was going to take off now, would be reporting all the good news to Tango. Lyn's employer was still nowhere in sight and might very well still be dancing inside the dining room by herself (or with herself, if one counted the mannequin as another person).
He walked alongside her without looking around much, as though nothing about the ransacked second floor really surprised or interested him much. "You read about that sort of stuff? Bomba won't let us read about things like that. Bombo's found ways around it. I guess maybe Bombo could help if I want to read it too," he surmised, though he still seemed loath to rely on Bombo for much of anything. He watched her original costume manifest with a look of intrigue and may have wanted to ask about that too, but all too soon, they were back up to the top. The sky had indeed started to clear a bit, perhaps because the Blesser who was causing the storm had already taken off. It seemed like all of the other pirates had left by now as well; Bomba was probably the only one left. If she wasn't so concerned with tracking down Cutlass, she'd probably realize that this was a great opportunity to take the entire cruise ship... although, given that earlier her contingency plan had been to burn the whole thing, maybe she had no desire for it in the first place.
"Yeah. I guess Bomba really cares about us a lot. She's just... kinda dumb some times," he spoke frankly. He didn't join her at the railing, perhaps because of the Bomba family's general aversion to water. "I'll talk to Bombe. I mean... if she doesn't know already, I should probably tell her about all this. She probably does, though. Oh well... Anyways... I hope you'll come see us again some time. Even if you have to sneak on. We're almost always in Beach Net, so you can come whenever you want. If you can't find us, you can just find one of the other pirate captains. Bomba is always following them, so where the others are, she'll be too." He didn't offer an e-mail address, which meant he either didn't have one or perhaps that it was shared between the others and he couldn't just give it out. "Maybe next time I won't be so uncomfortable about it and then we can... um..." he murmured, knitting his brow again as though vaguely aware he was about to say something bad. "Well, we'll talk some more whenever you're back."
With that, he gave her a wave goodbye, then headed back below deck, descending with surprising agility and seeming to vanish into the darkness before he even got out of sight. At this point, the only thing left to do, assuming Lyn believed that Bomba was going to take off now, would be reporting all the good news to Tango. Lyn's employer was still nowhere in sight and might very well still be dancing inside the dining room by herself (or with herself, if one counted the mannequin as another person).
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Since Bombie hadn't seemed eager to approach the rail up on deck, Lyntael turned around eventually, leaning against the side and resting her elbows on the railing. She considered, briefly, explaining why she'd needed to go looking for information of this nature, but decided against it; it didn't really seem like something he actually had any need for knowing. Her gaze drifted upwards, waiting for the sun to finish coming out completely.
"I think I'd like that. It's been a frightening morning for me, but, you seem nice at least, so I'm counting that in the positives column." Her lips quirked up in a small grin that bordered on another giggle. "Once I really understood about the pirate captains a little more, it got less scary for me, so maybe it would be nice to come back again. I do like the beach." Her mind flitted briefly over the last time she's been here, on a different ship, for other reasons, and her cheeks pinked again slightly, but she shooed the thought away. "And anyway, next time we won't be strangers meeting for the first time, either, so your sister might not be so worried about us being friends." She closed her eyes for a few moments and breathed in with the breeze. It hadn't quite been the luxury love-boat cruise she had been hoping for, but these few stolen moments were still nice. One eye opened to look at the boy as he stopped himself saying something, but she didn't press it and instead waved as Bombie said his goodbye and ducked back below deck.
For her own part, Lyntael waited on the deck, relaxing and generally enjoying the open air and the sun for a few more minutes, until she saw some sign of Bomba's own vessel coming to collect the last crew. Once she was sure they were definitely leaving, she began making her way back to the room where she'd first met tango, on the far side of the deck. she glanced back one more time before going in; she meant to offer a wave goodbye to Bomba or any of her family that she saw on deck preparing to leave, if they showed up. Eventually, however, she ducked through the door and back into the dining room, looking around for her original employer at last. Inside the door, she took a moment to smooth down her vest and brush her skirt, just in case, and tried to assume as much of the formal professional look that she had started with while she hoped that the Tango she was going to deal with was still mostly favouring her female form.
"I think I'd like that. It's been a frightening morning for me, but, you seem nice at least, so I'm counting that in the positives column." Her lips quirked up in a small grin that bordered on another giggle. "Once I really understood about the pirate captains a little more, it got less scary for me, so maybe it would be nice to come back again. I do like the beach." Her mind flitted briefly over the last time she's been here, on a different ship, for other reasons, and her cheeks pinked again slightly, but she shooed the thought away. "And anyway, next time we won't be strangers meeting for the first time, either, so your sister might not be so worried about us being friends." She closed her eyes for a few moments and breathed in with the breeze. It hadn't quite been the luxury love-boat cruise she had been hoping for, but these few stolen moments were still nice. One eye opened to look at the boy as he stopped himself saying something, but she didn't press it and instead waved as Bombie said his goodbye and ducked back below deck.
For her own part, Lyntael waited on the deck, relaxing and generally enjoying the open air and the sun for a few more minutes, until she saw some sign of Bomba's own vessel coming to collect the last crew. Once she was sure they were definitely leaving, she began making her way back to the room where she'd first met tango, on the far side of the deck. she glanced back one more time before going in; she meant to offer a wave goodbye to Bomba or any of her family that she saw on deck preparing to leave, if they showed up. Eventually, however, she ducked through the door and back into the dining room, looking around for her original employer at last. Inside the door, she took a moment to smooth down her vest and brush her skirt, just in case, and tried to assume as much of the formal professional look that she had started with while she hoped that the Tango she was going to deal with was still mostly favouring her female form.
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Lyntael and Bombie shared a fond farewell before the latter made his way stealthily back below deck and the former made her way back to the employer that had sent her off such a long time ago. Opening the door to the dining room was like opening up a time capsule: where all the rest of the ship had been changed by Lyntael's actions, the party room was still the same bizarre scene. Tango danced around the table in the center of the room, heedless to the state of disrepair that her ship was in and seemingly without any limitation of personal stamina. Right now, Tango was in male form, but that could change at a moment's notice. When Lyntael entered again, he spun, then swapped place with his mannequin mid-spin. The he became a she and approached, flapping the billowy sleeves of her low-cut shirt as she approached.
"Oh ho ho! My little assistant returns! It had been so long, I was beginning to wonder if one of the pirates grabbed you up! No offense to my customers, but they don't deserve such a wonderful employee as you, little Lyntael," she chuckled, already beginning to dance circles around her compatriot, unless Lyn inexplicably joined in, at which point it would become a duet. It would definitely go on the record as one of the most annoying situations to deliver a mission report during. "There is so much I wish to learn! Foremost, did you take care of whatever task that yellow pirate captain wanted of you? Beyond that, are the pirates still on the ship? Oh, and did you learn anything more of what happened to my former star employee, Jack? Oh, oh, and most importantly..." She stopped here to place a hand upon Lyn's shoulder from behind, but when she looked, it was the mannequin again. The mannequin was instead kicking up jauntily in one of the chairs, though poised to break into dance again at any time. "Did you make any new friends? Please, sate my curiosity!"
Lyn could probably spend forever explaining everything that happened, but she might want to keep it to just the parts she'd get paid for. The employer hadn't mentioned it, but her pay really ought to be considerably higher given all that she'd accomplished beyond the initial task of waiting on Power. However, something about the employer... possibly the way their former employee had vanished and they'd never managed to sufficiently motivate anyone to replace them, or the fact that she'd left everything to one employee in the first place, or possibly the way she had spent the whole time dancing instead of helping Lyn at all... might make Lyn think that her employer was a bit of a cheapskate. She might have to play hardball if she wanted to be properly rewarded for all the effort.
"Oh ho ho! My little assistant returns! It had been so long, I was beginning to wonder if one of the pirates grabbed you up! No offense to my customers, but they don't deserve such a wonderful employee as you, little Lyntael," she chuckled, already beginning to dance circles around her compatriot, unless Lyn inexplicably joined in, at which point it would become a duet. It would definitely go on the record as one of the most annoying situations to deliver a mission report during. "There is so much I wish to learn! Foremost, did you take care of whatever task that yellow pirate captain wanted of you? Beyond that, are the pirates still on the ship? Oh, and did you learn anything more of what happened to my former star employee, Jack? Oh, oh, and most importantly..." She stopped here to place a hand upon Lyn's shoulder from behind, but when she looked, it was the mannequin again. The mannequin was instead kicking up jauntily in one of the chairs, though poised to break into dance again at any time. "Did you make any new friends? Please, sate my curiosity!"
Lyn could probably spend forever explaining everything that happened, but she might want to keep it to just the parts she'd get paid for. The employer hadn't mentioned it, but her pay really ought to be considerably higher given all that she'd accomplished beyond the initial task of waiting on Power. However, something about the employer... possibly the way their former employee had vanished and they'd never managed to sufficiently motivate anyone to replace them, or the fact that she'd left everything to one employee in the first place, or possibly the way she had spent the whole time dancing instead of helping Lyn at all... might make Lyn think that her employer was a bit of a cheapskate. She might have to play hardball if she wanted to be properly rewarded for all the effort.
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Seeing the dining area in more or less the same state as she'd first found it, dancing hosts and all, subtly made Lyntael realise that Tango's detachment from reality was probably the only thing that had kept her out of overt danger in the first place. Watching the two figures dance until she was spotted was still odd, but since tango had been so insistent the first time, the smaller girl assumed it was going to be a given once again, and raised her hand to accept the other woman's lead when she approached. She was more prepared for the woman's dancing-and-briefing combo this time, and, to a certain extent, was more relaxed than she ha been even if Tango switched to her male form. As such, she followed the lead gracefully, and any time Tango decided to switch bodies and leave her in the arms of a mannequin instead, she held the pose as well, until the switch happened again. Mid steps she tried to formulate an answer, and then a report for the ship's host.
"One of them tried to abduct me, you know, and a few others said they wanted to... It was very frightening for me. I think I made at least couple of new friends though..." Dancing while reporting made it far to easy to string it out to a more conversational matter, rather than bullet points, and in between the spins and dips and holds, she tried to keep herself at least vaguely on track.
"I spoke to Power, and she was only interested in the thunder storm. She had positive things to say about the ship's food, as well, I might add... she was very happy to move on from the ship, and take her crew with her, once she learned of the source of the storm." Lyntael took a breath, hiding her pause for thought in amongst her dancing steps, making broad extensions with whichever arm or leg was left free during each set. Despite herself, the dancing was bringing a small smile to her lips and a light to her eyes, even while she tried to focus.
"I found the source of the storm, and then I ensured that it was sent away from the ship, and wouldn't come back, and I let Power know that I'd learned it was gone, and what direction she should head. She packed up her crew and went after it at that point. I don't think she'll visit the ship again, but she did seem pleased with my help. Also, because of this, I've made sure the bad weather has gone as well, so the sky is clearing up again, and the weather should be cruise sunny again very soon." A quicker spin made her skirt flare for a moment, but she didn't really notice it.
"While I was searching for the source of the storm, for Power, I called on the Jolly Pirates, to see if they needed any help as well, or if there was anything I could do to assist them. While I was attending other crew members, I learned that, in all likelihood, your other employee, Jack, was kidnapped by the fourth pirate crew, who fled some time ago, shortly after Jack herself disappeared." She paused for breath, panting slightly and a little bit pink in the cheeks now. Dancing and talking at the same time was just enough extra effort to begin getting her out of breath, when neither of the two activities alone would have been.
"The Captain and her first mate, when I spoke to them, were very pleased with the ship's accommodation, but were eager to go after the other captain, Clipper, once they learned what had happened. They also left the ship a short time ago." Trying to keep her mind on task, Lyntael spend a couple of turns through the dancing going through bullet points in her mind and taking a couple of longer breaths before continuing.
"Part of assisting miss cutlass, of the Jolly Pirates, saw me going below deck further, and while I was there I called on Bomba's family and crew mates, to see if they needed any assistance, or if I could help them in any other way as well. While they didn't need my help for any particular matters, I can report that they seemed to be finding the ship a perfect environment for building relationships and coming to terms with people special to them. While I was helping members of Bomab's family with some minor services, I informed them that Jolly's crew had left the ship, and Bomba, upon learning that miss cutlass had departed unexpectedly, grew very anxious to follow after her. I think she had more she wished to confess to her, and was very eager to be going. Bomba's crew are in the process of leaving the ship now; I expect they will have departed in a few minutes, but I believe their stay here was most beneficial to the family as a whole." Quite out of breath now between the dancing and the reporting, Lyntael's chest rose and fell rapidly, and she stepped away when she could to rest against the edge of a table and get her wind back. she'd done her best to keep a professional tone of voice to match the words she was choosing, but the breathiness was hard to disguise.
"So, hahh... in summary... all three pirate crews gave positive reviews of the ship's facilities and of the services I was able to provide them during their stay here, and all three crews have now departed the ship to return to their native waters, so you'll be able to start welcoming guests again once the ship itself is cleaned up, I think. I also took care of the storm, so it should all be sunny weather and smooth sailing for you from here." she fanned her cheeks with one hand, then grinned for whichever Tango was active right now. As worrisome as some of her time here had been, hearing herself make the full report like that had brightened her mood considerably. Without wanting to say so directly, the girl was, for the first time in a while, feeling quite genuinely proud of herself for managing as much as she had in just a few hours. Hopefully Tango would feel the same way.
"One of them tried to abduct me, you know, and a few others said they wanted to... It was very frightening for me. I think I made at least couple of new friends though..." Dancing while reporting made it far to easy to string it out to a more conversational matter, rather than bullet points, and in between the spins and dips and holds, she tried to keep herself at least vaguely on track.
"I spoke to Power, and she was only interested in the thunder storm. She had positive things to say about the ship's food, as well, I might add... she was very happy to move on from the ship, and take her crew with her, once she learned of the source of the storm." Lyntael took a breath, hiding her pause for thought in amongst her dancing steps, making broad extensions with whichever arm or leg was left free during each set. Despite herself, the dancing was bringing a small smile to her lips and a light to her eyes, even while she tried to focus.
"I found the source of the storm, and then I ensured that it was sent away from the ship, and wouldn't come back, and I let Power know that I'd learned it was gone, and what direction she should head. She packed up her crew and went after it at that point. I don't think she'll visit the ship again, but she did seem pleased with my help. Also, because of this, I've made sure the bad weather has gone as well, so the sky is clearing up again, and the weather should be cruise sunny again very soon." A quicker spin made her skirt flare for a moment, but she didn't really notice it.
"While I was searching for the source of the storm, for Power, I called on the Jolly Pirates, to see if they needed any help as well, or if there was anything I could do to assist them. While I was attending other crew members, I learned that, in all likelihood, your other employee, Jack, was kidnapped by the fourth pirate crew, who fled some time ago, shortly after Jack herself disappeared." She paused for breath, panting slightly and a little bit pink in the cheeks now. Dancing and talking at the same time was just enough extra effort to begin getting her out of breath, when neither of the two activities alone would have been.
"The Captain and her first mate, when I spoke to them, were very pleased with the ship's accommodation, but were eager to go after the other captain, Clipper, once they learned what had happened. They also left the ship a short time ago." Trying to keep her mind on task, Lyntael spend a couple of turns through the dancing going through bullet points in her mind and taking a couple of longer breaths before continuing.
"Part of assisting miss cutlass, of the Jolly Pirates, saw me going below deck further, and while I was there I called on Bomba's family and crew mates, to see if they needed any assistance, or if I could help them in any other way as well. While they didn't need my help for any particular matters, I can report that they seemed to be finding the ship a perfect environment for building relationships and coming to terms with people special to them. While I was helping members of Bomab's family with some minor services, I informed them that Jolly's crew had left the ship, and Bomba, upon learning that miss cutlass had departed unexpectedly, grew very anxious to follow after her. I think she had more she wished to confess to her, and was very eager to be going. Bomba's crew are in the process of leaving the ship now; I expect they will have departed in a few minutes, but I believe their stay here was most beneficial to the family as a whole." Quite out of breath now between the dancing and the reporting, Lyntael's chest rose and fell rapidly, and she stepped away when she could to rest against the edge of a table and get her wind back. she'd done her best to keep a professional tone of voice to match the words she was choosing, but the breathiness was hard to disguise.
"So, hahh... in summary... all three pirate crews gave positive reviews of the ship's facilities and of the services I was able to provide them during their stay here, and all three crews have now departed the ship to return to their native waters, so you'll be able to start welcoming guests again once the ship itself is cleaned up, I think. I also took care of the storm, so it should all be sunny weather and smooth sailing for you from here." she fanned her cheeks with one hand, then grinned for whichever Tango was active right now. As worrisome as some of her time here had been, hearing herself make the full report like that had brightened her mood considerably. Without wanting to say so directly, the girl was, for the first time in a while, feeling quite genuinely proud of herself for managing as much as she had in just a few hours. Hopefully Tango would feel the same way.
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"Oh, goodie! You've found your sea-legs, little Lyntael. Let us dance!" Tango applauded, then led her employee in her namesake dance. The female Tango smiled along as Lyn began explaining about the circumstances around her mission. Glossing over the attempted abduction, she latched straight onto the positive. "New friends! Excellent. That's the purpose of this cruise, after all! To mingle and meet new people," she chuckled, stepping back to raise both arms in the air for a moment, swaying her hips for a moment, then tapping her feet rhythmically, almost drowning out Lyn's next words. "Oh ho! You did what I asked of you then, and that pirate is gone! This means I finally have the deck of my ship to work with again, now that the freeloader left my ship-!"
She stayed quiet for a moment, listening to Lyntael continue, then slowed her dancing a bit. "You cleared the weather as well? Splendid! A cruise ship with no sunny skies is barely worth patronizing, wouldn't you say?" she inquired, clasping back hold of Lyn's hands and dancing almost forcefully, with some sense of purpose. "Now, let's-" she tried again, but Lyn wasn't done. She swapped back with her mannequin and he stayed seated, kicking his feet up onto the table while he listened. "The Jolly Pirates, and Jack? Jack was kidnapped? Clipper, that's the pirate who kidnapped her? My word, little Lyntael," he murmured, stepping back up to resume dancing in place of the doll. "Bomba too? And they're all gone? That means... The whole ship is mine again! Oh ho ho!" he guffawed, grabbing Lyn up and spinning her around, cupping his hands over both arms. He'd likely get a shock for his trouble, but he powered through it for the sake of celebration.
Eventually, Lyn would end up stuck high in the mannequin's arms, while Tango rose up from the floor gracelessly, perhaps having forgotten he/she dropped the dummy there earlier. "I... I suppose, even I must confess, I hadn't thought you would complete your task so... thoroughly. As such, you must be compensated, so," she gulped, reaching into the blouse of her shirt and pulling out a flat envelope. She stretched it out with her hands, forming it into a three dimensional diamond. "One for Power... One for Jolly... One for Bomba... One for finding out what happened to dear Jack-of-All-Trades... I supposed that comes out to 13,000 zenny," she finished, placing finally producing four packets total from out of her blouse, each containing another 3,250 zenny. "We'll consider it... a worthwhile investment, for getting my business back on track."
*Lyntael received 13,000 zenny*
Some of the dance seemed to have left Tango; it was pretty clear that she/he was not accustomed to handing over sums of cash like that. A bead of sweat dripped down from her curly black hair, tracing her tan, slender neck down to her tan, less slender bosom. "Well... Little Lyntael, I must collect myself. I'll have to promote my business again. If you're all finished, I'd say you've done... more than enough, for today," she smirked, her brown eyes watching her mannequin unblinking for a moment. "You should go."
Of course, Lyn probably couldn't, still being suspended mid-air. Finally realizing that, she poofed back, so that he was holding her once again, and gently set her down onto her feet. "Fare thee well. Perhaps when next we meet, it will be in the pursuit of a faaan-tastical love of your own, Little Lyntael?" he tried to end on a high note, then wiped his brow, seeming to show exertion for the first time, despite all of his earlier dancing.
She stayed quiet for a moment, listening to Lyntael continue, then slowed her dancing a bit. "You cleared the weather as well? Splendid! A cruise ship with no sunny skies is barely worth patronizing, wouldn't you say?" she inquired, clasping back hold of Lyn's hands and dancing almost forcefully, with some sense of purpose. "Now, let's-" she tried again, but Lyn wasn't done. She swapped back with her mannequin and he stayed seated, kicking his feet up onto the table while he listened. "The Jolly Pirates, and Jack? Jack was kidnapped? Clipper, that's the pirate who kidnapped her? My word, little Lyntael," he murmured, stepping back up to resume dancing in place of the doll. "Bomba too? And they're all gone? That means... The whole ship is mine again! Oh ho ho!" he guffawed, grabbing Lyn up and spinning her around, cupping his hands over both arms. He'd likely get a shock for his trouble, but he powered through it for the sake of celebration.
Eventually, Lyn would end up stuck high in the mannequin's arms, while Tango rose up from the floor gracelessly, perhaps having forgotten he/she dropped the dummy there earlier. "I... I suppose, even I must confess, I hadn't thought you would complete your task so... thoroughly. As such, you must be compensated, so," she gulped, reaching into the blouse of her shirt and pulling out a flat envelope. She stretched it out with her hands, forming it into a three dimensional diamond. "One for Power... One for Jolly... One for Bomba... One for finding out what happened to dear Jack-of-All-Trades... I supposed that comes out to 13,000 zenny," she finished, placing finally producing four packets total from out of her blouse, each containing another 3,250 zenny. "We'll consider it... a worthwhile investment, for getting my business back on track."
*Lyntael received 13,000 zenny*
Some of the dance seemed to have left Tango; it was pretty clear that she/he was not accustomed to handing over sums of cash like that. A bead of sweat dripped down from her curly black hair, tracing her tan, slender neck down to her tan, less slender bosom. "Well... Little Lyntael, I must collect myself. I'll have to promote my business again. If you're all finished, I'd say you've done... more than enough, for today," she smirked, her brown eyes watching her mannequin unblinking for a moment. "You should go."
Of course, Lyn probably couldn't, still being suspended mid-air. Finally realizing that, she poofed back, so that he was holding her once again, and gently set her down onto her feet. "Fare thee well. Perhaps when next we meet, it will be in the pursuit of a faaan-tastical love of your own, Little Lyntael?" he tried to end on a high note, then wiped his brow, seeming to show exertion for the first time, despite all of his earlier dancing.
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Willing enough to continue dancing as she reported to her eccentric employer, Lyntael was nonetheless grateful of the frequent pauses that the Tangos took while dealing with the news of her achievements. For the most part she didn't mind, though she still got a little bit nervous when Tango in her male body exercised some of the more forceful lifts or holds that took her feet off the ground. She didn't mind holding her pose when it was locked in by the inanimate male figure, but appreciated eventually being let down all the same.
Tango's own hesitation and faltering expression became far more understandable to the younger woman when she realised how much the cruise operator was tallying up for her, and she blushed, bowing slightly and murmuring her gratitude as well as she could through the surprise.
"Ah... thank you! Thank you very much. I'm glad I was able to help! I hope you get everything up and running again soon! Think it would be nice to visit again, um, under better circumstances! Good luck! Thank you!" The payment she'd received converted swiftly to a data string that raced up her arm and began to circle the edge of her emblem slowly, waiting until her connection was restored, but Lyntael was still embarrassed about being paid so much, and backed away another step with a hurried curtsey, before turning to flee out the door and back towards the point where she'd first jacked in. A small thread of worry crept up a she found the link and re-opened it, but she brushed it aside; she'd only been on the ship for a little over an hour, at her best estimate, maybe two at the most, and she was sure Rogan would still be working on his own when she returned. With a deep breath she braced herself for the unstable, partially emulated cascade of light to pull her awkwardly back to Rogan's PET.
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((Lyntael, Returning to=> Rogan's PET))
Tango's own hesitation and faltering expression became far more understandable to the younger woman when she realised how much the cruise operator was tallying up for her, and she blushed, bowing slightly and murmuring her gratitude as well as she could through the surprise.
"Ah... thank you! Thank you very much. I'm glad I was able to help! I hope you get everything up and running again soon! Think it would be nice to visit again, um, under better circumstances! Good luck! Thank you!" The payment she'd received converted swiftly to a data string that raced up her arm and began to circle the edge of her emblem slowly, waiting until her connection was restored, but Lyntael was still embarrassed about being paid so much, and backed away another step with a hurried curtsey, before turning to flee out the door and back towards the point where she'd first jacked in. A small thread of worry crept up a she found the link and re-opened it, but she brushed it aside; she'd only been on the ship for a little over an hour, at her best estimate, maybe two at the most, and she was sure Rogan would still be working on his own when she returned. With a deep breath she braced herself for the unstable, partially emulated cascade of light to pull her awkwardly back to Rogan's PET.
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((Lyntael, Returning to=> Rogan's PET))