Today was an important day. A meeting about what could be the finest voyage in the history of voyages, and the possibility of treasures unlike any other at the end. If those treasures were really at the end of the road, Tori would be living the easy life for the rest of her life. Of course, that wasn't why she was down with the idea of going out in search of supposedly-fictional treasures guided only by a girl with an old compass that could have easily been fake. It was the sense of adventure and danger; the same thing that had been the fuel for the men and women aboard the Queen Venice since before Tori's birth. She even gave her crew a chance to step down from this mission if they were too afraid. She was answered with rallied cries of how they wanted to live great or die great. That was good. Even if she knew the ship like the back of her hand, Tori had no chance of handling Queen Venice all by herself. As Prophet's Grogshop came into view, Tori did one final mental check.
Gloves? Check. Her weapon-like nails were often under control, but accidents happened and it would probably be a bad first impression if this Violet girl had her arm sliced open mid-handshake. Hat? Check. Never leave home without it. Despite rumors, it didn't really bring luck. The luck was Tori's, and her crew often avoided harm by jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire...if that made any sense. Leave the crew to watch the ship? Check. While the ship's name wasn't a particularly popular one, Tori herself had quite the underworld reputation. It wouldn't do to have criminals or officials parading onto Queen Venice while she was away, would it? Recklessness? As always, check. She was ready for this.
Tori took her first steps into the bar. This Violet person who wanted her aid in the mission had said which table she'd be at, and Tori could see her fine when stepping in on the door clear on the other side of the bar. This was a pretty nice start to a day. Get a mission that may or may not have been her last, but held the chance of living the high life forever. As Tori made her way over, though, she stopped clean in her tracks at one of the other tables. The reason? She could feel a drunken hand clear on her ass.
"Eyy, there pretty lady."
"That's not even my best feature, sir," Tori responded with, taking the gloves off her hands. When Tori used the phrase "the gloves are off" she didn't kid around. It meant ass-kicking was imminent. "It's my hands. See? See how well-done my nails are?"
"Well, look at tha-AAAAAAAAAAH!"
The drunkard's cry of pain came from Tori's hand - showing her nails right in his face - swinging those exact nails down over one of his eyes. It resulted in three deep cuts down half of his face, but he'd live. Rarely were Tori's cuts fatal. Just very painful, like a cat. "Be happy I spared the other eye. Grope me again with those drunkard hands, and I'll cut lower." With that, Tori put her gloves back on as if nothing had ever happened. Only when she was certain the man with the sliced face wasn't going to try anything again did Tori make her way over to the table where she saw the Violet person wanting to hire her services.
"Sorry about that," the good captain said as she took a seat. "Captain Tori DeKein, at your service. So, let's hear a little more about this mission, eh?"