2nd: Fuel [Open Commentlog]
[Zolf stood on deck twelve, contemplating a pile of luggage.
After seeing the variety of unfamiliar beings at Godric's little meeting, he had decided, reluctantly, that a live test of alchemy's strengths and limitations would not be a good idea. He had already discovered that the ship was largely exempt from the laws of alchemy. That meant he would need another source of fuel. A chair from the deck four buffet already stood behind him, with a cushion from deck seventeen on top of it. But that would not be enough.
He could just try to detonate the pile of junk before him, but he could hear movement throughout the deck. He could only go unpunished once for starting a fight. He had no intention of wasting an opportunity like that by accidentally injuring someone in a confined space.
So instead, he began to pick his way through the luggage, searching.]
After seeing the variety of unfamiliar beings at Godric's little meeting, he had decided, reluctantly, that a live test of alchemy's strengths and limitations would not be a good idea. He had already discovered that the ship was largely exempt from the laws of alchemy. That meant he would need another source of fuel. A chair from the deck four buffet already stood behind him, with a cushion from deck seventeen on top of it. But that would not be enough.
He could just try to detonate the pile of junk before him, but he could hear movement throughout the deck. He could only go unpunished once for starting a fight. He had no intention of wasting an opportunity like that by accidentally injuring someone in a confined space.
So instead, he began to pick his way through the luggage, searching.]