In the cargo hold of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...Kevin, not having time in his busy schedule to wait for
Sigmund to answer him, decides to take action!
"Well, I guess I'll go find him myself, then."Sigmund, however, has a flash of inspiration! He stops Kevin in his tracks, dramatically pausing to let the moment set in, and tells the fellow what he knows.
"I know that he has arrived to the ship, but I don't know where could he be now. Anyway, I want to ask him how is he doing with his new arms."Dazzled at Sigmund's spectacular helpfulness, Kevin leaves wordlessly, trailed by the rubber-footed, purple-skinned vampire weirdo. Together they look throughout the crew quarters and the deck, but find no sign of their buddy. Hm. Kevin supposes that just leaves the den and kitchen - doubtful that the guy would be in the captain's quarters.
In the streets of Shriekpot...In a desperate attempt to get out of immediate incarceration,
Mark, despite his restrained state, tries to escape in the best possible way - by murdering an officer of the law! He tries to leap on the man!
[Leap: Mark vs. Guard Sergeant: 3+1-
2 vs. 1]
He tries to leap at the sergeant, but only manages to awkwardly roll in front of the guy! Still, the guy seems a bit off-balance!
[Guard Sergeant balance roll: 5]
He catches himself, though, stepping over Mark unsteadily.
"What are you doing, my friend? I almost tripped over you there. I know it must be depressing to be caught like this, but you shouldn't just let yourself go like that."Mark supposes it's probably good that that didn't work - he doesn't actually know how he would headbutt the guy, as he just realized that he doesn't actually have a neck anymore, and, once again, he is a bit too busy with the manacles to get a good swing going with the rest of his spine.
"Now, you going to come along or do I have to get out the drunk hook?"In the den of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...Morton keeps the positive outlook up - after all, a positive outlook keeps one's soul in its place and one's mind in one piece.
"Good intentions at least means that your heart's in the right place, good Mage Erin. Accidents happen, they are just a natural causality of living, the truly important is recognizing when something wrong has happened, and then setting out trying to fix it. To fail is to live, to try again and again when met with failure is to show determination. The past has already happened, I'm afraid, there is little that I know of that can change that which has already been, one must look to the future and the now as to what can happen. As they say, of course though." "It's still kinda depressing to screw someone over, though. Particularly when people kinda depend on ya. I just feel like I started something here, ya know? Two people, things will never be the same between them again because of what I did. I mean, when bad stuff happens to ya, it's okay, go ahead, try again. Well, unless yer dead, then yer really past the point of caring. It's not the fact I failed, y'see, I fail all the time. Most of what I've learned's from failing. It's guilt in this case, essentially. And it's kinda difficult for a third party to alleviate guilt. I do appreciate ya tryin', though."Hm. There might be an idea there.
"Is there any way to converse with Chef Niklas in his current state?" Morton asks, nudging the chair. It seems to rustle uneasily.
"Doubtful, unless ya know how to understand squeaks, and can do sign language by touch alone. If the guy even knows sign language or something like it. He sure doesn't have ears to hear ya with, or eyes to see ya with. Speakin' of, I probably should ask the boss if I can turn him into something else, like a squirrel or something. Or at least give him eyes and ears. I mean, damn, this is just inhumane."Outside the Feisty Jelly...Scott takes a short, yet unbelievably jaunty and merry trip back to the ship with Humongous Hugh, who sets the barrels handily down on the deck.
"You can take care of things from here, right?"He seems to be expecting something from Scott at the moment.
At Karina's home...Darren tries to dispel the idea that he might actually have any magic. Discreetly, naturally.
"Oh, I wish."He leans towards Karina, hoping that his secrets reach no eager ears of filthy sayers of nays.
"The fact of the matter is, other than the standard ghost set, no magic at all. Back when I was a human, no magic, just training. That was just sleight of hand and mind tricks. I'm not a magician, just quite good at deceiving the mind. If I had real magic, I wouldn't be dead, trust me."Karina nods, then looks at Darren thoughtfully for a moment.
"You see, that last bit is where I think you're wrong. If you did actually have magic, you'd probably get yourself killed faster than most. Being a mage is pretty hazardous, you know. I'm kind of glad you aren't one, to be honest. It's not as mysterious and suchlike, but it's also way less dangerous. Never get mixed up with mages, my mother always told me. Said they were dangerous. Don't I know it now," she tells him, a wizened look in her eyes.
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