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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.

Comments

when...ever...?

[silvereyedlion]

[Rigaldo stands as far forward on deck as he can without being in the way, or drawing unnecessary attention to himself. Being amongst so many moving dead is a little unnerving, but he doesn't show it - his eyes are on the mist ahead, waiting for a glimpse of those wretched elves. They're the only reason he's on the ship.]

[...it's clear he's not enjoying the trip very much, though, considering he's never been on one before now.]

NOW

[yetsleeping]

[Priscilla pops in like a tiny bolt of lightning - one moment not there, and then boom, next to him.]

[She takes a sharp little breath and nudges him on the side.]

Rigaldo. You came.

OH NOOOOO

[silvereyedlion]

[Oh, super. Because this trip was so wonderful before now.]

[He turns a little to face her, tensing up... though whether it's because she's just nudging him or because she's doing it on an unsteady vessel is up for debate.]

You noticed.

Supposedly, the people attacking the village are said to bleed from the eyes. I wanted to see them for myself.

[And then make them bleed more.]

[yetsleeping]

The red elves. I had the same thought.

[She nods a little and raises her head, watching the mist swirl overhead.]

I don't know why Isley's here. But you know... Lelouch had a point about how this could be a trap. And then I thought... if it is, they're definitely... reeling in the wrong... catch.

It's one thing to hit someone with a dart when they don't know you're there. But this time?

[She shakes her head.]

Anytime!

[demon_andbutler]

[Here Sebastian stands on the deck. He is accompanying his master on the voyage and won't ever be seen too far away from Ciel, unless the boy orders it. For the moment he is still and silent, although taking in everything around him.

Strange, after being in Anatole almost a year, to be sailing in a ship called the Victoria. ...Manned by walking corpses. Sebastian vaguely recalls Mey-Rin mentioning that they'd be off on a cruise in their world soon, but surely it couldn't have been anywhere near as bizarre as this.

Surely.]

/creeps

[reddenedrage]

[ Corpses aside, this place reeks, and Michael can't narrow down the focus. There's fucking enough for his attention to slip to, however, there's a brief anxiety that forces itself to agitation. The boat is slow--he would rather fly, but the mist around them seems to hold more than just a visual hindrance. ]

Tch!

[ So he's taken to pacing, long coat swaying with the force as he does, sword nearly scraping the edges of the sides of the boat when he turns. He makes another circuit and find himself too close to a few others. One... stretching taller than himself by more than a decent amount. Michael glares upward, as if it's the other's fault. ]

Oy. [ Then he exhales, a long dragging breath. ] You know how long it takes to get there?

yay creeping!

[demon_andbutler]

[Sebastian is just standing here, minding his own business. He glances over at the pacing young man, taking the time to finally focus on him. With so many enhanced beings in the Scorched community, he rarely takes the time to filter through the array of presences around him, unless they happen to be right in front of him. Like now.

...Oh. This one. Not quite the form he would expect for the divine - is that a tattoo on his face? - but there's no denying it. Sebastian frowns, but he'll show nothing but courtesy. He just hopes an angel doesn't treat him any worse than an ancient deity or a reaper. It's really annoying. At least this bloke isn't living in his house.]

Unfortunately, I do not. I didn't even know an island existed out here until this weekend.

[reddenedrage]

[ It's when the guy speaks that it finally registers, the scent and sensation finally making itself clear through the haze of rot and the feel of souls around him.

This guy's a fucking demon, and he's standing here like everything's fine and slick as shit.

The boat's not the best place to start something but the temperature around Michael heats up anyway, waves of heat marring the air around him. ]

...Alright, what kind of demon are you? Devil, Satan, Evil....

[ More to the point-- ] Who are you working under?

a n y t i m e

[mountfujibrow]

[ this is probably the most mysterious thing that has happened to him-- ever. sitting on the deck, he watches the zombie crew move around him, eyes glittering with fascination-- this is just like one of the video games he's played! ]

[unorthodoxies]

[ Right about now, Benten thinks, he could sure use a Zombie - if only to distract himself from the numerous, nigh encompassing undead population of the Victoria. The throaty burn of Bacardi 151, the sweet, full bodied tang of apricot brandy, a refreshing burst of pineapple and orange, topped off with the perfect, acidic zing! of lime...

Damn. He really needs a drink.

Flitting about the deck of the ship with only the click-clack-clatter of his too high heels to announce his presence, Benten found himself hopelessly drawn to the distinct (and loathe though he is to admit it, pleasant) scent of peonies and...

Candy? Seriously, Kujo, what is your diet. And for that matter - ]

The hell are you doin' here, kid?

[mountfujibrow]

[ uh-oh. he is caught, so, so caught. ]

Nothing!! I'm not doing anything-- [ he looks up at Benten with big, pleading eyes. ]

Please don't make me go back! I won't cause any trouble, promise!

[unorthodoxies]

You say that like you even got the option of headin' back at this point, dimwit.

[ Seriously. Those pleading eyes? Did you honestly think they'd work. ]

Unless, you'd like to have yourself a swim.

[ But, then again, Benten isn't so keen on tossin' his air freshener overboard. ]

FIRE! GLEAMING!

[lovedthedeadone]

[Roxanne leans over the railing on this lovely ship and tries not to take notice of the horrifying corpsey stench.

...it's easy enough, really, seeing as she's currently transfixed by the fires burning beyond the mist, and the distant roar of that great beast. Whatever it is.]

[How beautiful.]

YOU PYRO also hi

[prescientblade]

[So the horrifying corpsey stench is pretty bad, and the truth is it makes Teresa's sword hand itch with the instinctive need to slice everything causing it in half.]

[But the corpses are docile enough to stay her hand, so she merely wanders through them, eventually coming to to the side of her... comrade? Friend? Who even knows.]

Roxanne, you made it. This is certainly an interesting way to travel, hm?

always

[lovedthedeadone]

[About a second ago, Roxanne was bored. Now, suddenly, Teresa! And Teresa is definitely not boring.]

[So she turns with a little smile on her face.]

Mmm! I've never been on a boat. Have you?

/beats up computers

[prescientblade]

[Teresa shakes her head, and then she not-boringly leans over the railing, hair fluttering everywhere.]

I can't say I have. There were never any worth taking back home. Boats were for fishermen, not wars.

[Or traps.]

Still, I'd take this over more magic.

How do Starks feel about bright pink hair?

[princely_calyx]

[Utena caught sight of the man as she had been wandering the deck. Well, really, she caught sight of the very large dog-beast sitting beside him. Utena had never seen an animal like that before. It kind of reminded her of a wolf but even they didn't get that big, right?]

Um, may I ask what kind of dog that is? He's very beautiful, whatever he is.

They...probably should

[princely_calyx]

[Utena isn't bothered by his stares. Even back in her world she was gawked at by others. It's probably her hair this time around. No matter. She smiles easily.]

Oops, my mistake. He's very well trained. The ones here I don't think are quite as friendly, no matter who you are!

[She puts her hand out a little then draws it back.]

Can I pet him?