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Mymyamo's ears shifted subtly, her head accepting the sounds and the words around her with the quaintest of nods. A few times, she glanced towards the gathering behind her, though her whiskers remained straight. Pushing the drink around with a paw, her elbow rested itself on the countertop. Her cheek rested upon the arm, eyes watching the bottle. In its reflection, she catches someone approaching and sits up straight. Clearing her throat, her form almost freezes in place. Should the stranger stop around her, she'd say mostly to herself, her tail becoming limp and her ears bending downward, "So you came to collect from meow? You want something; but you're not interested in buying anything. I can tell." Mymyamo nods to herself a few times.

Isaac puffs out his chest, pride gleaming in his eyes, making Hetro sigh. She sits down, staring at the table. She didn't know what to say, really. "So..."

"Hi...n-nice to meet all of you...", she sttuters slightly, unsure of her own words.

"This conversation is getting rather awkward so I am going to change the topic, how did you all get into aquatence with the guild. And how long have you been huntinf. For me personally it's been no longer than a year and a half." Seren came up with a hasty topic so they wouldn't be sitting there for awhile giving each other the death stare.

Yelyzaveta sauntered right up to an empty seat by Mymyamo, twitching an ear at the melynx's words. "Collections? Sounds like you're in the hole with someone important," the wyverian noted with a raised brow and a knowing smile, which lasted up until she spotted the symbol on the other's clothing. "...Running one of the markets, hm?" she questioned, bearing a tone of curiosity alongside the subtle hint of truly wanting something out of the cat.


"Same to you, Greenhorn," Johann purred at Shiro in a tone that was surprisingly pleasant for such a grump. ...wait, was that an insult, or a nickname? His remaining eye wandered over to Seren's hasty topic-making, and he puffed out his chest much like Isaac. "For a guy my age, six months with the Caravan, four with the guild, Ser Uppity" Oh no. Nicknames. The man's a nicknamer, and a bit of a venomous one at that. "Didn't get a taste for the hunt 'till I lost my eye, and that's right around the time Zaveta found me. The guild was just a formality so I could hunt on a more official level."

"Two years with the Guild. Joined ever since my Brother was injured greatly by a Molten Tigrex... Tricky fellas they are. Don't want to rush in head on with those guys." Hetro laughed silently.

"Hmm...I think i've been with the guild for a month now. There are a lot of things i didn't get used to yet, though...", She says, more relaxed after seeing how friendly everione was.

The melynx’s laugh catches in her throat, as she looks away, “Oh, I thought you were someone else. Sorry.” Returning to her drink, she inwardly shrinks, sputtering a little upon her sleeve. She busily wipes at her mouth with it, her fur rippling softly, “Certainly doing one of those things. I’m an accountant, and I need a new job. So I’m off on the nearest caravan train and going to start meown business one day, thank you very much.” Her head dips towards the bartender, as she licks her lips and takes another large drink.

Swiveling in her chair, she points her drink towards the much larger figure, “I happen to be a very profitable accountant and am more of a meowrchant than anybody, and that’s just how the coins fall. They will line up, for meowiles, to buy meow’s stock. I’m the greatest meowrchant that ever lived, Mymyamo!”

Yelyzaveta's lips curled into a devilish little smile as the Melynx explained herself. "Is that so?" she questioned rhetorically. "You know, if you're seekin' a caravan so soon... you and I might have found a keen opportunity." She lifted a hand, motioning for a drink.

"Y'see, as luck would have it, I could do with more than just hunters on my caravan. We had a changing of the guard in the last few months, and some of our previous, less danger-filled spots opened back up to new blood. If you've got... collection troubles, why don't I pay 'em off in exchange for you joining us? The Far and Wide could do with the world's best meowrchant--excuse me, merchant!--on board..."


While the wyverian was wheelin' and dealin', Johann listened with keen interest to his fellow hunters, as a server brought them a lovely heaping of food and a fresh pitcher for drinks. The bearded older man grabbed up the roasted rib of a Popo and sunk his teeth in. "Weh c'uld g' on a semple Greht Jaggeh 'unt t'morrow," he offered to the group between bites. "Let Grehn'orn get situ-ahted. One o' yeh's 'unted 'em b'fore anyway," Johann pointed out with a nod to Seren's lovely Jaggi S armor.

"Alright, sounds good." Hetro smiled. Great Jaggi's weren't hard, but, like Johann had said, it would be best to start with. Despite being a more advanced hunter, it was better for the other Hunters like Shiro (Perhaps even Johann). While that was good, the Hunt would do more, as it would help the group get to know each other's play styles. Suddenly, Hetro's smile grew into a mischievous grin. "Hey, Seren, when we go hunting, I want you to send me flying, right above the Monster, 'kay? I want to try something out..."

"A Great Jaggi...sounds cool! Im getting kinda excited! When do we start?", she says in a excited tone. She wasn't used to hunting in groups, so this was a new experience for her.

The small feline’s whiskers wobbled, as she nodded, lifting her bottle to her lips, “Absolutely.” Her ears swivel upwards, her eyes blinking, before focusing upon Yely’s, “Have I? You mean, you’ll take meow in?” Mymyamo’s lips pulled into a wide grin, her bottle placed into the larger femme’s hands, her small paws patting it as she leans in close, “A symbol of our friendship; you can have meowine.” Hopping off of her stool, she straightens her vest, before she places a hand upon her straw hat and tilts it ever-so-slightly over an eye, her form slanting to the side, “I’ll take all of them.”

Then the feline’s mouth opened, dropping her dramatic pose to jut her face forward, “What? You’re serious? Yes, that’d be meowagnificent.” Holding a finger up, she pulls a tightly bound ledger, undoing each metal clip, the leather straps springing to the side. Pulling a pencil from underneath her hat, she flips a few pages, then she writes and talks quickly, “5,940 zenny for past due charges of my favorite restaurant, 6,534 zenny for late rent charges, 15,444 zenny to pay off my house loan, 19,800 to be paid to my workplace, 14,850 for borrowed equipment from the local merchants, and 3,168 zenny to send to friends for favors that need to be repaid.” Looking up, Mymyamo closes the ledger with a snapping sound, “But since we’re good friends, I’ll tag along if you want to meak meownthly paymeownts. No need to pay it all off at once, I always say. But I’ll have to charge interest, to pay for interest, you understand. Meow’s rates are the meowst affordable.” A short pause, as she begins to re-clasp the ledger shut, "I'll also accept to be the caravan's sole meowrchant for meownths at a time in place of a paymeownt."

The thought of having to launch someone with his weapon mafr seren shudder. A "launch me with your greatsword" was a odd request but he only nodded at Heterox wishing to oblige her request. As monster Great Jaggi was mentioned a sigh was Seren's obly reaction. He turned towards Shiro to explain the monster. "Since it's your first time hearing of this thing I must suggest some tips first off try too stay away from it's tail and hips unless you feel like being launched. It's a pack hunter that calls for allies and issues commands via howling. And finally it's frill can be damaged, I belive that's it."

The Wyverian raised her brows at the Melyxn's exorbitant debt and arrangements. The gears could be seen turning in her head...

"I suppose I should have realized you would rake up a Gravios-sized debt." Yelyzaveta frowned and leaned over the Lyian, looming a bit. "I will be more than willing to assist you in the matter of business expenses, and possibly the matter of rent if you show me what it is related to, but the house payments, eating out, and favors to friends are your own personal problems." The tall lady took a drink from the gifted pint and gave Mymyamo a firm stare. She wasn't budging on what she just said.

"Secondly, those payments are going directly into the hands of the collectors--they are to remain in contact with me for the duration of collection. There is a reason you racked up the debt in the first place, and I am not risking the loss of more money because you were a bit butter fingered with it. If anyone shows up to give you hassle over the matter, I will have Johann deal with them.

And you will be working with the caravan full time. We take a four month break in the winter months, and a one month break between spring and summer."



Johann perked up a bit at his name, but he missed the entirety of his boss' conversation and had to let the curiosity go unsatisfied. He finished off his Popo rib and looked about to Shiro, blinking at her in further confusion. "What part of 'tomorrow'... ah, nevermind, I was talkin' with my mouth full," he relented with a little huff. "I've been launched over a Seltas before by someone's great sword," he noted casually. "I wasn't able to land a hit or on its back, but damn that feeling of soaring through the sky is awesome." The bearded man flashed a grin and nodded at Seren's advice. "I can handle the Jaggis and any Jaggia with some pellet shots, keep the pack off your backs while you toast the big guy."

The melynx’s hand takes her straw hat off, fanning herself it idly, “I had only wanted to warn you of what you’d be getting into, meow! It’s just something I carry with me; meown worries. It’d be a great boon to have some of it paid off, and I would be purring for days on end, but if you want to change your meoind, I’ll be fine. I promise.” Mymyamo’s smile returns, securing her hat upon her head, “For I am the best meowrchant about; I would never borrow meowre than I could meowake back.”

Her whiskers wiggle about, as she nods, “Oh, certainly! I wouldn’t want themeow bothering meow and getting in the way of business! But you have it all wrong! I have investments in very lucrative places and I only need to wait a little longer for themeow to pay.” Wringing her hands together, “Meowagnificent! I will have to pack.” The small feline’s form turned tail and left the building, not to be back for some time.

"Yay! Thanks, Seren!" Hetro immediately threw her arms around the man. It'll be just like the ol' days...

"That sounds pretty fun...I wonder if i can launch myself with my gunlance, that would be pretty cool...", she wonders out loud "I should try it someday..."

The hug from Hetero was not needed and it seemed to irritate him to an extent. A furrowed brow and somewhat frustrated look made that obvious. "Just for the record Hetero, a hug is not the most effective way to show affection to a man you've meet for less than a day. Anyway I guess it's settled, a great jaggi shall be purpose first target." He then turned towards Johann for a question. "Just curious Johann, what bowgun do you use anyway? Also I never got what weapon you two use either." He then gestured to Hetero and Shiro as he made his statement. Seren was all about weapon choice. He needed information about many things when first hunting with a party. Including armor, Palico gear, weapons and even resistance values. He sure was the one too get details in alright.

The bearded hunter chuckled low to himself and reached around to unstrap the light bowgun from his back. "Kut-Ku Anger," he answered with a fond pat to the large weapon in the shape of the titular bird wyvern's head and neck. "I've got a recently-made Mightning too, just in case I need to be a bit heavier on the firepower."

"Oh, sorry, was that a little too much for you?" Hetro teased, "anyway, I use the SeaHorse Harp(?). Good for getting statuses in quickly. What about you, Mister Tough Guy?"