Characters: The crew of the Silvana Content: The Silvana salvages the Montague! Setting: A shipwreck in the Badlands mountains Time: Early morning, just before sunrise Warnings: Could get violent.
Letting a thunderous sneeze freeze, Ikkaku sat down for a moment and sneered rather bitterly as he stared off into the murky depths of one of the Montague's hallways. He couldn't see very far, just as far as the radius of light his lantern softly radiated. The drafty, broken-down ship's interior was cold; being lodged on top of a tall and windy peak had rendered its body completely frigid, so cold that the metal had become brittle enough to be broken and chipped from even a single touch.
Ikkaku, having signed up too late to join any of the 'official' parties, had decided to follow their second objective: loot anything of value. The bitterness in his stare, however, came from the fact that, despite the lengthy period he'd spent searching, he still had nothing to show for it except a potential cold. "Damn, there's nothing left to find in this stupid rust bucket..." he muttered crossly, his brows lowered contemptuously.
He stood up then, placing a steadying hand on the hilt of his sword as it hung at his side. Maybe he should've stayed on their ship, he thought. "At least then I wouldn't be friggin' dying."
He sneezed again, an action that only made him more irritated. "Dammit!
Letting a thunderous sneeze freeze, Ikkaku sat down for a moment and sneered rather bitterly as he stared off into the murky depths of one of the Montague's hallways. He couldn't see very far, just as far as the radius of light his lantern softly radiated. The drafty, broken-down ship's interior was cold; being lodged on top of a tall and windy peak had rendered its body completely frigid, so cold that the metal had become brittle enough to be broken and chipped from even a single touch.
Ikkaku, having signed up too late to join any of the 'official' parties, had decided to follow their second objective: loot anything of value. The bitterness in his stare, however, came from the fact that, despite the lengthy period he'd spent searching, he still had nothing to show for it except a potential cold. "Damn, there's nothing left to find in this stupid rust bucket..." he muttered crossly, his brows lowered contemptuously.
He stood up then, placing a steadying hand on the hilt of his sword as it hung at his side. Maybe he should've stayed on their ship, he thought. "At least then I wouldn't be friggin' dying."
He sneezed again, an action that only made him more irritated. "Dammit!
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