Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-5583506-20160717162909

"Deaphanie", grumbled Ward. "You are my sister. I love you and all that. But... why the hell did you bring us to this... place?"

Ward slightly raised the brim of his hat, gazing out over what appeared to be a shimmering shoreline. He didn't like this place. Far too... bright... Too cheerful. Peaceful too, for that matter...

"Why, to sniff the fresh air of course!" giggled Deaphanie and and breathed in, filling her lungs with the aroma of the ocean and the palm breezes. "Beats the stench of rotting corpses, does it not?"

"I am hungry", muttered Famian, who didn't like the islands either. He preferred being back on the mainland. At least there corpses came in an over-abundance.

"Couldn't we at least have brought the rides with us?" sighed Pestin. "I miss White. Wouldn't mind takin' the ol' girl out for a ride among the dunes here."

"Seriously, Deaphanie", said Ward and looked over at the cheery woman. "The Old Man already gave us a job to do back on the mainland. Vacation is out of the question. So, you mind telling us why you brought us here? I seriously doubt you brought us out here for shit and giggles."

The young woman rolled with her eyes. "Fine, fine. You lot just had to go and be the mood killers, didn't you?"

"I don't mind", shrugged Pestin. "I just wish I had White here."

"Look, sure I might have... tweaked the reason to come here a little. I mostly just wanted to see what had become of this place. Haven't kept track on it for quite some time. But our visit here is not completely without purpose, except for my own selfishness." She added the last with a snicker.

Ward crossed his arms over his chest and stared his sister down. "Go on", he said unamused.

"Calm down", said Deaphanie. It was impossible for anyone of them to forget just what a dullard and a brute Ward was... and how impatient he was to get things done. "You see, there is a group of Raiders located somewhere here on these islands. Calling themselves 'the Preachers'. They have been... disrupting the balance for quite some time and the Old Man back home finds this to be troublesome and a nuisance. He wanted little me to take care of this, with the help of you, of course. Wouldn't let your sister get harmed now, would we?"

Ward raised an eyebrow. "Why is this of such importance to the Old Man? Wouldn't the mainland be a priority?"

Deaphanie smirked and lightly tapped against her temple with her finger. "That's where I... tweaked the reason for us to get here", she replied sheepishly.

Ward let out a frustrating sigh. "Right, right. We strike them off the Old Man's list and you get to see your bloody beaches and palm trees."

Deaphanie cheered and hugged Ward's arm, barely reaching up to his shoulder. "This is why I love you, little brother."

Ward murmured something incoherent, but eventually just gave Deaphanie a heartfelt pat on the back.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"So, where does our search begin?" asked Pestin and lit a cigarette. "Did the Old Man give you any specific directions?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Not really", snickered Deaphanie. "But what does it matter? I don't mind exploring, do you?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"As long as there is food, I am game", said Famian with his gloomy tone.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Excellent!" chirped the woman and stroke her chin. "Now, let's see here. Hmm..." She looked around at the enviroment, her eyes eventually settling on a town in the distance. "The Old Man back home said that there is supposed to be a settlement or the like by the name of Pearl City nearby. Could that be it?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Only one way to find out", rumbled Ward and began to march forward, his duster coat swaying in the breeze.