Who: Anyone who cares to answer the Island's call!
When: Sunday afternoon - night.
Where: Aboard the Victoria!
Format: Action to start, but you can use anything.
What: A trip across the sea into who knows where.
Warnings: None to start - let us know if anything comes up.
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shiver me... anyway. )
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It's not her choice that Bellatrix is here. She'd rather the woman be back at the Clinic or better yet, in a cell while they're away. Bellatrix isn't safe, she's not. Tonks is convinced.
So while she can't send Bellatrix back, Tonks is going to do the next best thing. She's not going to let Bellatrix out of her sight. ]
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Are you, too, waiting for it to make itself known, or is there something else, Nymphadora?
[She doesn't like how wary you look. But the hardness in your eyes is a comfort - until she realizes it's directed at her.]
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Boarding, he immediatly notices the crew. Junpei gulps. What? Are these guys dead, or just really sick? He knew people felt like crap on boats sometimes, but maybe this is how you turn out if you spend a LOT of time on a ship.
A ghost passes by - it can't be mistaken for anything else, Junpei feels a chill and everything. He nearly pees himself. This is so not cool.
He finds a spot on the deck to sit, gathers the small bag of belongings he brought with him, and his katana, on his lap. All Junpei can think right now is, "This is a trap. I was tricked by some guy asking for help, and I'm gonna end up a dead zombie guy on a ghost ship, too. I'm such a dumbass."]
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He'd settled in, prepared for the long ride. A game of dice? Sure, why not? He brought some books to read, but this looks like a fun way to pass some time. His brother would probably kill him for gambling, but it would only be a few ivory...
Not long later, Alphonse is the proud winner of... A ghost maid? Is this the actual spirit of a once living-human being? A soul? Is it sentient? What makes it different than anyone else on this ship?]
"Except for the armor, what makes it different from ME?" he muttered quietly to himself.
[The ghost is a maid? Was it willing? Was this slavery? Would Alphonse need to pay it ( ... )
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I... She's a ghost. It.. doesn't make sense.
H-hi, Io. What are you doing here?
[He doesn't mean it rudely. It just seems a little odd to him.]
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[She isn't.]
...or maybe I'd just like to live a little.
[That's more like it.]
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[And what does she win? All food tastes especially delicious for two days. Well damn. That's every day for Helen.]
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[Your laugh is infectious, Helen. And so is the gent next to you, possibly. Silently bladefingering a chunk of rotted flesh off the floor and over the rail.]
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[Helen's still grinning as she stands up from the table, giving the next person their turn.]
Or before someone loses a head.
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[He doesn't really look like he belongs here. But there are people in trouble. Maybe suffering at the hands of those...things that he hates so much.]
[Oh, and there was that other thing: It spits fire.]
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They brought a monster the size of a city block... It spits fire.
She knows what it sounds like to her, a dragon. ]
Wotcher Merlin.
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[The smile that he offers her fades once he gets a better look.]
What's wrong? Are you sick?
[He's heard of that - the sickness that people feel when they've had the ground stolen out from beneath them.]
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It's Bellatrix.
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