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[Pancaek]

((I'm more than willing to play along here, but I don't know if I can just make something up. Eh, I'll make it so that it can be retconned easily.))

"Aye, I could. But what's it to you?"

-edit-: little misunderstanding, this was never said. This is not the text you're looking for.

[Comrade P.]

((I'm more than willing to play along here, but I don't know if I can just make something up. Eh, I'll make it so that it can be retconned easily.))

((I just misread the thing: read it "looking for employees" instead of "looking for employers". Let's just talk about squids for now and maybe channel  converstaion into how we both need a job.))

[_DivideByZero_]

"Sorry... It's just a water squid. I thought you'd... well never mind."

Emily resisted a strange temptation to kick the guy. Not here, she thought... later though.

[Pancaek]

"Whatever. I don't suppose you guys know any pirates or other, ahem, freelancers that are hiring?"

[Zormod]

Krak looks around for a short while, and then buzzes his wings.
"I think I know a few."

[Salsacookies]

A voice comes from a tavern nearby.

"Ey, if it's a job yet after, I believe I have a lucrative one fer ya, if ya be willin'?"

[Comrade P.]

A voice comes from a tavern nearby.

"Ey, if it's a job yet after, I believe I have a lucrative one fer ya, if ya be willin'?"

Morion hastily walks up to the guy.

- I need one. But first tell me about it. I'm not going in blind.

[Pancaek]

"Aye. Tell us what it's about."

[Salsacookies]

A massive figure walks out, about nine feet tall and five feet tall. His features are predatory, like that of a wolf or shark. Razor teeth, glowing yellow eye slits, talons for claws, you can make him out immediately. There stands before you... A Meritocraticon.

"I be sayin', Centralia!"

[Pancaek]

"And I be saying, what about it? 'centralia' isn't much of a job description."

((So what's a meritocraticon? One of the orignal meritocracy species?))

[_DivideByZero_]

"It sounds like some kind of center," Emily remarks.

[Comrade P.]

"I be sayin', Centralia!"

Morion nods to the commentary of human cyborg, and talks on her own accord:

- I'm not exactly from these parts, so I would like some more input.

[Salsacookies]

"Aye? Well how does Centralian Coal sound to ya fer a job description? Me and my boys been plannin' a robbery, and the Gem lady here be'd a perfect way to smooze us into them Pearl mines. Ya see, I know a guy there, one of the runners of the mines." We have a chat, you get the coal. We be sailin' pretty, eh? I tell ya more in the pub, if ya be interested?"

With that he returned to the pub.

[Comrade P.]

- An armed robbery of a large company? Sign me up! Lets just talk over the price...

Morion follows the Meritocraticon.

[Salsacookies]

(Meritocraticons are THE founders of the Meritocracy. Like other races, not all Meritocraticons are Meritocratic. )