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 clear he's not enjoying the trip very much, though, considering he's never been on one before now.]
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[She takes a sharp little breath and nudges him on the side.]
Rigaldo. You came.
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[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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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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?
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...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.
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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?
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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?
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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!
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[ 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. ]
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...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.]
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[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?
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[So she turns with a little smile on her face.]
Mmm! I've never been on a boat. Have you?
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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.
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Um, may I ask what kind of dog that is? He's very beautiful, whatever he is.
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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?
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