[Open] | They say goldfish have no memory

[sublimated]

Method: Action or prose
Who: Kanda and anyone who wants to run into him
Where: Byalan Island (various)
When: Feb 9-13
What: Kanda killing things exploring the island's waterways and caverns.

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Feb 9

[sublimated]

Kanda made his way through the stone arch of the entrance pausing for just long enough to let his eyes adjust to the dim light, surprised to see that the interior of the cave--or was it some sort of water-filled catacomb?--appeared to be lit with a fire glow.

He let his hand rest on the hilt of his sword. This wasn't what he'd been expecting.

Feb 9

[presentarms]

Mary didn't know if she was comforted or uneasy about the similarity that Rune-Midgarts and her own Midgard had to one another. Byalan Island had been a familiar destination for Izlude natives where she had been from, and on the surface this iteration of it seemed very similar. Without the religious nutbags, though, she hoped.

As she approached the caves for her first day of questing, she noticed someone that she had seen a few times around the ship crossing into the fishy darkness, catching up with him unintentionally as he paused just inside. Though apprehensive about others, she ventured a conversation. Couldn't hurt, especially if they were eventually supposed to be working together on some sort of greater mission.

"First time in the caves?" She ventured, noticing that he looked younger than she had previously thought.

[sublimated]

It couldn't hurt...if she was talking to anyone else. As it happened, she was having the ill fortune of stumbling across the man who was probably the most short-tempered anti-social person on the ship, and at a time when one of the things he most valued about being off the ship was getting to be away from all the damn people.

On the other hand, he had a modicum more patience for most women than he did for most men. And she hadn't done anything in particular to irritate him yet. (Though there was something perilously close in the suggestion that he was some kind of novice who needed guidance in a cave, whether he'd been in it before or not.)

He looked at her over his shoulder, frowning as she came up to him, "This isn't my world." Hence, implicitly, everywhere the ship took them, it was his first time there.

[presentarms]

So he was like her, then. Another displaced individual from another place and time, pulled here by some demon - intentionally or unintentionally. It would appear that the entire guild was comprised of such refugees. There weren't very many from Rune-Midgarts around. Mary wondered if this was because off-worlders were considered dangerous, or if there weren't many people from Rune-Midgarts left.

Mary nodded, expression neutral. "It's not a difficult run," she said finally, stopping beside him and extending her hand out.

"My name is Mary Schroeder."

Feb 10

[sublimated]

He'd made it as far as the entrance to the second level by the end of the first day. On the second he returned and made his way there more quickly, a degree of curiosity taking over to see what he'd find when he descended deeper.

[notinvisobill]

[Sometimes, you just need to stop and wonder just what is going on.

Like when a teenager is running towards you with a flock of of about 30-40 crabs hot on his heels, clicking their pincers together menacingly as they shuffle along after him.

In fact, he'll even dive behind you, Kanda.]

Help!

[How did this boy even get this far down. Its a miracle, man.]

[sublimated]

What the--?!

[Kanda turns as he hears the approach because, hey, not a lot of subtlety happening there, a momentary expression of bewilderment on his face.

He's not really in the helping people business, as a rule. He probably wouldn't even care enough to make it his problem that some kid was about to get eaten alive by crabs. But since he's now between the swarm and their erstwhile prey, it has very much become his problem: the crabs hardly look that discerning.

He draws his sword and slashes into the thick of them in one smooth clean motion just as they draw near, slicing through two of the things and managing to send several of the others flying a good few feet away.

Then he takes the opportunity to yell at this kid (whoever he is) who just ducked behind him before he readies his next attack.]

Are you out of your damn mind, idiot!

tbh i killed my guillotine cross this way.): i wanted to see how many vadons i could get to aggro me

[notinvisobill]

I didn't even do anything! They just started swarming from nowhere!

[Yell at him all you want, as long as you save him from becoming dinner for crabs.

What an ironic way to go, really. After this, see if he ever ate seafood again.]

Feb 11

[sublimated]

Glad that he's never cared much about being cold or wet, Kanda returns for a third day. It's good to be out and moving, at least, and he can't deny that there's something satisfying in getting to exercise his swordsmanship skills.

And for a third day, there could be a third level? Well, he hadn't decided before heading out, but it was certainly possible.

y halo thar

[bladeinthedark]

Before Kanda could get far there were footsteps echoing in the cavern, the source coming from behind him. The tan skinned knight seemed to be heading the same way, though he was lost in thought -- he almost ran into Kanda, truth be told.

Was he blind?

Oh hai! fancy that, running into you here 8)

[sublimated]

Tch, what are you, blind? was also exactly what Kanda was thinking as he turned to look towards the sound coming up from behind him. From what he'd seen so far, nothing in the cave that wasn't human moved with a sound of human steps, but that certainly didn't mean his guard was down.

He recognized Signius, of course. Even if they'd never spoken, the ship wasn't so large that he wouldn't have known his face by now. But even the relative camaraderie of their initial meeting didn't make him sound particularly friendly now.

"Oi. Watch your damn steps," he scowled, turning to square his shoulders against Signius, having no intention of giving ground to get out of the knight's way.

Spot of tea?

[bladeinthedark]

Blinking, he stopped just before bowling into Kanda.

Oh, there was someone else here.

Oh, it was Kanda.

Oh, he could speak.

Wait -- what?

"I didn't mean to run you down, Kanda. I guess I was lost in thought." He bowed his head slightly in apology, then turned his glance behind the other. "Are you venturing by yourself down here?"

Feb 12

[sublimated]

The third level down, Kanda had found, had a different feel. It was the palpable distance below the surface. The air felt more damp and close, and the distant omnipresent drip of water seemed to echo more loudly.

Kanda moved here with his sword already drawn, his senses particularly alert.

[crossgraved]

This was quite outside the realm of missions as he and Kanda had come to know them in their own world, but regardless Allen was not especially put off by the opportunity to explore areas of this new world that they hadn't yet seen. If it also meant they could help people then Allen was all the more willing to descend from the ship to do so

[sublimated]

The thing about the caves was the way they carried sound. There was a perpetual reverberation, echoes of echoes. It made it almost impossible to move truly silently, which, by the same token, meant it was easy to hear when someone was coming up behind you

[crossgraved]

Truthfully, Allen wasn't expecting anything from Kanda. Maybe a disapproving snort or a pointed glare before the other exorcist decided that he'd wasted enough time staring at Allen, but ultimately Allen didn't spend much time expecting things of Kanda

Feb 13

[sublimated]

Again he made his way as far as the third level. At least to begin with....

i hope this is the right day >_> (action!)

[energyof]

[ Much like the stop at Poring Island, Cassidy had spent most of his time off of the ship and inside the undersea tunnel. It was doubly exciting for him because Byalan was unfamiliar territory, the likes of which he had only heard of second-hand. Luckily, as was common in his line of work, exploration went hand in hand with hunting and by this time Cassidy had made several drop-offs of Vadons, Hydras and other foodstuffs with the help of Sograt

Eeeeexcellent, works for me!! :D

[sublimated]

[By Kanda's reckoning, the third level of these caves provides about the right balance for him to work his blade without getting bored, and still having to worry too much for his safety. He's been curious of the level below, but given how inquisitiveness doesn't tend to be a driving force in his nature, he's not bothered to spend time on it beyond a few fleeting thoughts.

By their final day on the island, though, the third level is beginning to become too routine. That is, until he hears a sound of movement unlike that made by the monsters he's been slaying practically for the sport of it.

He steps quietly onto higher ground, withdrawing from the edge of the water that stands on the cavern floor and he waits where he knows he'll be mostly out of sight...until he sees the top of a recognizable head, and an even more recognizable coat of fur.

Stepping out of his semi-shelter, he glares at Cassidy and mutters under his breath.] Tch. Great.

[energyof]

[ Sograt picks up on Kanda's movements, head swiveling in his direction. That, in turn, causes Cassidy's attention to follow. ]

Ah...

[ That guy. Cassidy can feel himself getting tense already, something his partner doesn't miss. Briefly, the hunter considers moving on, but he had already acknowledged the other man's presence.

Cassidy doesn't loosen his grip on his arrow, though he does lower the bow a fraction-- but that's more because familiar person or not, he's still not going to leave himself open to attack from mermaids and shellfish monsters. ]

Hey...

[ If it weren't for their little exchange previously, he might have mentioned his surprise that Kanda had bothered to get this far at all. ]