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[scorchednpcs]

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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Late Evening: Dragon's Roar

[lestrangestone]

[She's been strangely all right with the stench abovedeck, and not the least bit unnerved by the Victoria's ghastly crew. Doesn't venture below if she can help it - she's far too interested by the mist that surrounds them. Haughtily standing at the rail's edge and looking into the sky.]

[wotchesyou]

[ Tonks stands near the mast.

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. ]

[lestrangestone]

[A curious look and all the frowns, ever.]

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.]

[wotchesyou]

I'm watching you. I don't want you to get into any trouble.

[agi_skills]

[Junpei eyes the ship nervously. It looks like a pile of junk. Is this thing even safe?

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."]

[tin_boy]

[A ghost ship. Alphonse supposes he's seen stranger things in his short life.

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

/slides in like a creeper!troll

[sonvisage]

Well, she's female, for one.

Re: /slides in like a creeper!troll

[tin_boy]

[The sex of the thing was way down on the list of concerns re: you won a ghost maid.]

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.]

[sonvisage]

Maybe I just wanted to say hello. [Not why she's on the boat.] Maybe I'm just making sure you're not getting yourself into more trouble than you can handle~

[She isn't.]

...or maybe I'd just like to live a little.

[That's more like it.]

Smugly near the Liar's Dice table because she won confidence and luck!

[sonvisage]

[Just kind of leaning back and watching the game, laughing at the people who lose. She's only here because it sounded interesting, and this sky shadow? She'd like to see it.]

[applelimber]

[Hey, she can handle a little rotten flesh. Especially when she's winning! Helen laughs loudly and slaps the arm of the guy sitting next to her. Hopefully it doesn't fall off.]

[And what does she win? All food tastes especially delicious for two days. Well damn. That's every day for Helen.]

[sonvisage]

Are you going to try your luck again?

[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.]

[applelimber]

Nah. I think I'd better quit while I'm ahead.

[Helen's still grinning as she stands up from the table, giving the next person their turn.]

Or before someone loses a head.

[pratservant]

[Merlin would swear that there's a troll on board somewhere. But that smell belongs to the zombies. He leans back against the railing, trying not to stare at the men - or what's left of them - that make up the crew of this ship.]

[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.]

[wotchesyou]

[ Tonks feels miserable. She tells herself that it's the Mist but Bellatrix is on board. She feels things. Tonks is staying above deck to keep an eye on her.

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.

[pratservant]

Tonks.

[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.]

[wotchesyou]

[ She's not seasick. She looks down the deck, her eyes land on Bellatrix. ]

It's Bellatrix.