WELCOME ABOARD THE GOOD SHIP SHUT YOUR CAKE HOLE

[blackedingly]

[The ship is an impressive piece of aeronautical technology; if Nameless Evil does it for you.]

[Black beams and rotted red sails, the Unfound Door sails on a roiling black cloud; the dull clank of ancient machinery belies the ghost ship facade... but still, she's borne aloft by the sheer red tint of her captain's vile will. As ever and always,

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[toweredingly]

[As you wish. Here comes Roland in the airborne equivalent of a rowboat, guns at the ready]

[Damn fucking straight he's getting his ass onboard]

Oh, this is a backtag of so. much. win.

[blackedingly]

[Walter {for want of a better title at the mo'} peers over the side of the ship.]

Looks like I got a bite. Toss yerself on o're, hoss. Let's go for a sail.

[He is, despite his words and light tone, smart enough to duck back out of sight.]

You think so? COME ON AIM I SHALL SHOW YOU THE MEANING OF WIN.

[toweredingly]

[Now there's a tone to make Roland's trigger finger itch...]

[He restrains himself for the moment, lips pressed tight. The little boat shifts up alongside the Unfound Door, and he stands up in it, gun drawn, to step aboard]

WHY MUST I ALWAYS WOOOOOOOOOORK?? D:

[blackedingly]

So nice of you to come, I was getting a bit lonely.

[He's already up in the rigging of the deserted ship.]