Thread: Adventures on the Lost Continent (Midnight Lass x Blood Red Romeo)

Miharu and Dandy exchanged a look, and then the two started laughing. Well, to be fair, Miharu made a small, polite giggle, while Dandy's guffaw threatened to encompass the entire bar. Captain James, forgive for finding humor in your guarantees, Miharu began, while Dandy wiped the tears out of his eyes, catching his breath while still chuckling. As I said, I am capable of protecting my own virtue. However, I am from a culture in which appearance is as equally important as the reality which lies underneath. I would not require you to maroon for anyone for my sake. I have found a single practical demonstration of my resolve would suffice. But if I were to join you in your endeavor, I would appreciate my own room. However, as I said, I am just a poor serving girl. Pfft! Dandy interrupted. A simple serving girl! That's a lot of rubbish. Olson, my boy, let me tell you something about this simple serving girl. Mister Shatner, please! Miharu pleaded, but Dandy wasn't having any of it. In language that was both colorful and, in the light of a different world and era, very politically incorrect, Dandy began telling the story of how he rescued the teenaged daughter of a Japanese friend of his a few years back. Dandy blamed something called the Medici Restoral, or Meiji Restoration, or something like that, for eliminating the warrior caste that Miharu and her father belonged to. She can do things with those fancy blades of her that would make your heart stop the big man assured Orson. The father didn't make it out alive of Japan, so Dandy took the girl in, treating her like his own daughter. Miharu insisted on earning her own keep, as Dandy put it. At first he was worried something would happen when he wasn't watching, but then the first time someone did try to take advantage of Miharu, the floor was littered with unconscious bodies. Only thing I had to do was teach her firearms, and she's as good a shot as you see in those traveling cowboy shows, Dandy asserted, much to Miharu's embarrassment. And that's not all. She's a guide at Mount Kuri a couple of times a year. A s enior guide, Dandy stressed. Mount Kuri was the closest mountain to the city, and had been thoroughly surveyed and excavated over the years. Still, archaeologists and other treasure hunters insisted that there had to be somehow undiscovered corner on the old mountain. There wasn't, of course, but you still needed individuals who were capable of leading ascents and descents on and in the mountain. Dandy then described Miharu's part time stint as a bodyguard for the daughters, wives and sweethearts of visiting dignitaries, and told a few slightly exaggerated tales concerning a few of these employments. By the time Dandy was through, Miharu was thoroughly blushing. I appreciate your praise, Mr. Shatner, but I am still but a simple serving girl, Miharu insisted. My place is here. Nonsense, Dandy responded. He scratched his chin thoughtfully, then added, Tell you what, Miharu, why don't you hold off making a final decision and, in the meantime, you can escort Orson around the city, while he gathers the rest of his crew. That sound okay with you, lad? Dandy asked Orson.