The date, 31st of October. A year in the past. Even the marines need to let loose once in a while. Though the theme was fancy dress, the beautiful blond headed Cerulean Faith wore her usual knight styled attire. Donning her Rear Admiral Jacket, her knight like dress, shimmering with faux armour like plating and blue material that just screamed gorgeous. It fit her in all the right places and she felt stunning wearing it. Her swords, the twins were located on either side of her. Of course even on a night out one could not go without her bodyguards. The group had already struck a bar, drinking a little before moving on. In all honesty she was actually supposed to be the chaperone, not a very Rear Admiral Job to do but someone had to protect these marines while they were on the lash. Drunk marines where easy targets for pirates and pirates just loved to try to make an example out of them.

"Come on now marines, the quicker we get to the next bar, the quicker I can drink you under the table" Cerulean exclaimed. Yes it would seem that the chaperone was slightly tipsy and was in fact leading the drunken charge. Her feet moved quickly, her nose twitched. In their dissapointment a group of the ensigns whom had joined them had drawn a cat nose and whiskers upon her face as punishment for not coming dressed up. So when her nose twitched she looked somewhat like a cat. She dare not let it slip that she had about five of the felines awaiting her return. "AHAHAHA WE ARE HERE" she said as she stumbled forward, grasping the handle to the tavern. "TIME TO DRINK" she said as she entered the bar with the group of marines.

She somewhat stumbled in to the chair opposite Reina at the table, it did not take long for the groups orders to be taken and soon Ale had been gifted to them. Like Reina the mugs of Ale looked somewhat larger in the females hands. Being only 5"3 she herself was even smaller than the 5"6 red headed female whom like her superior had passed upon dressing in the halloween like style. Perhaps it was true, the marines were boring. "IT BE SO" she shouted as she followed Reina's bottoms up and began to down the mug. The clanking of the mugs hit the table at roughly the same time but honestly though she would not admit it, Cerulean believed Reina had drank just that bit faster. "Did you just say sir........MORE BOOZE" she shouted as she jumped across to the table to her left where the barmade had brought a group of young men what seemed to be a tray of shots.

So sometimes Cerulean forgets her manners...sometimes she takes things that don't belong to her.....this may have been one of those times, because as the waitress placed the shot tray upon the table, it was gone. Expertly moved without spilling a drop .Cerulean turned with it in her hands staring at Reina with a devilish grin. It would seem the boys were a bit too scared of the swords swinging from her hips to say anything to her. As if this were a simple common occurance, the somewhat tipsy rear admiral would place the tray upon the table and slide back in to her seat. The other marines had disbanded in to groups in the tavern, playing darts, flirting with the opposite sex, some even flirting with the same sex. The atmopshere was somewhat homely and strange, you had marines dressed as vampires, ghouls, famous pirates, you had a Rear Admiral dressed in battle attire with a cat nose and whiskers drawn in eyeliner upon her face. This was comfortable, it was nice.

Taking two of the small glasses and sliding one across the table to the female in front of her. Cerulean would lift her glass, motioning to clink them together, if done so she would proceed to take the clear liquid in to her mouth. As soon as it hit her throat it burned, her face showed obvious signs of minor discomfort from the sensation but upon clearing she would release a gentle AAAAH. "Now that's the stuff" she would say with a wink. Adjusting herself to get somewhat more comfortable she would place her arms upon the table, resting her chin in her hands. "Reina Lynhart right? You know, I don't believe I know very much about you, Im a firm believer of getting to know people over a good drink and possibly some severely disfunctional dance moves, so tell me about yourself? Why did you decide to join the marines?". How sudden the change, from Tipsy fun goer to the inquisitive questioner, yet her smile remained her eyes were less glazed, a hint of a seriousness lit up within them. She was interested in getting to know her fellow marines, as a Rear Admiral you simply give orders and expect them to be obeyed. Cerulean much prefered to get to know those whom she would be working with, especially after....recent events!

A chuckle escaped the lips of the Rear Admiral, it seemed she had bested her opponent in the spirits department, it was indeed Ceruleans favourite alcoholic beverage to be perfectly honest. It was honestly refreshing to be around fellow marines who didn't have a stick in their asses. Her smile grew to the reply of the female marine "Thats an interesting answer," Cerulean replied with, her voice sweet, no hint of condecending the girls motivation. Her voice actually held a tremor of awe upon speaking. Though it would seem it was her turn. Now Cerulean Faith had a somewhat public and rather troubled first meeting with marines. Her entire story was actually documented and released, turned in to some book, something of a "IF IT CAN HAPPEN FOR HER IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU" recruitment thing. She had started off as a street orphan, family killed by pirates.

She murdered, stole, robbed. Just about anything to get buy, trained herself in sword fighting, made a bigger name for herself in the "underworld" but it eventually got to much for her. Marines did not capture her, she turned herself in. A request was uttered and to her amazement she was accepted in to the marines on the promise that she would become their "It gets better" poster girl. Honestly she had joined the marines solely because she felt she had no purpose. Now though, looking around she allowed her mouth to open showing her pearly white teeth. "My story, its common knowledge, I wasn't always so law abiding, I did things that I needed to survive, things that many had been executed for. I was lucky, the marines gave me a purpose, a home. A family. Now I want to protect that family and its ideals from those who wish to shatter it. Perhaps I'll adopt a part of your philosophy and try to also save as many lost souls as I can, draft them in to this family" She would say as her hand moved to the tray which still contained four of the clear liquid. One soon drifted to her mouth and the liquid fell down her throat. This time the burn was lessened, enough that her face need not contort. "So tell me, how did you escape the punishment for not coming in fancy dress, how did I let you all give me cat face " she said pointing to the face paint upon well, her face.

"Then it look's as though tonights on you" Cerulean would say with a smile as she put her hand to the sky, clicking her fingers. The waitress came over quickly, "Two mugs of Ale" she ordered having decided that her new friend couldn't possibly take any more of the spirit based shots. While the waitress left to fetch their drinks Cerulean pondered for a moment. "So if you havent been back to the base and have been gone then where have you been? OOOH WHERE YOU WITH A CUTE BOY" she shouted somewhat louder than she had anticipated. In fact loud enough that now the entire bar was staring at the two girls. Though the Rear Admiral seemed not to have noticed. Her sapphire eyes simply looked to the girl, her wide eyed smile was just screaming "GIVE ME THE GOSSIP"

She surely was a nosey miss parker, this blond haired armour girl. How she ascended the ranks was anyones guess. She would sit back in her chair, slumping slightly, her mind buzzed yet she was not slurring, she could think somewhat straight. She wondered when the Karaoke would begin, when the dancing would start. She wanted to get her boogie on and sing the night away. Of course first they had ale to devour and more to talk about, Cerulean wasn't done quizzing the girl about the hot stranger she had spent two nights entertwined with, yup it was official this is what Reina had been doing, if this was not the answer. Cerulean would surely have to teach her what is priority in this life.

So much seemed to happen so quickly, the fact that Reina began to stammer caused Cerulean to begin to choke, yet the fun would seemingly halt as someone cussed her out, being that this male could see her face it meant Cerulean could see him from her seat. Her eyes widened as she looked to the creature. Yes this creature was wearing a costume, an anorexic garfield. But what she noticed was that this creature was not human. A minkman, more specifically a cat. She was in utter awe of the cute kitty cat that strutted towards them that she could not even be angry about being called a bitch. Then she watched as the mink showed how un-cat like he was my completely tripping over and slamming hard in to the table.

It was at this moment that she intended to stand, yet Raina would beat her to it, only for the drunken female to check on the kitty for a few seconds before returning back to the oprevious conversation as well as ordering Totts. "YES BIIIITTTCCH I LIVE FOR TOTTS" she said in awe as she stood up. She would kneel beside the cat like humanoid and with a single hand outreached....would pet its head. "Kitty is so cuuuuuteee!" she squeled her voice raising like an octave. She continued to invade the kittys personal space for the time being until another interrupted her perfect moment.

Her eyes drifted to the door, the smile upon her face vanished. It looked as though the party was over. Now Ceruleans eyes would show hatred. She DESPISED this man, he was more an advisary to the marines than a help, he was a complete fucking bastard to put it politely with a devilish sense of humour and entitledment. He was known for his temper and with the noble status he had no one tell him no. Cerulean could give a fuck about his status but she had to keep the appearance up and help her fellow marines not fall in to his traps and idiocy. She earned her Rear Admiral title, it wasn't bought by some title. "Star" she would say, nodding to the Rear Admiral. The change in the atmosphere was drastic, it was as if all the fun had been sucked from the building.