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Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane
Location: The Great Sea
Snowmane did her best to stay out of the sailors' way, not wanting to get into any sort of confrontation, and managed to get below deck to the mess hall aft of the ship. She took a moment to look about for the cook to see what food was left over.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer
Location:
The Great Sea
The mess hall of the ship was relatively compact, incorporating both kitchen and tables into its construction. Standing behind a dividing table where the stove, coals, and associated foodstuffs of more immediate need lay about amongst a collection of depressed burlap sacks and shining cast iron pots and pans, a broad shouldered bald man stood in a sleeveless white shirt, busying himself with a pan hissing with bacon, his back turned to the door.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane
Location: The Great Sea
"Um, excuse me?" Snowmane spoke up, trying to get the man's attention. "I was hoping to ask about breakfast? Namely if there is any left?"
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer
Location:
The Great Sea
At Snowmane's summons the cook stomped around. The light through the door played against the dents in the man's bald head as he peered at the worgen through small, black eyes. "What!"
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane
Location: The Great Sea
Snowmane narrowed her eyes at the cook, not willing to be cowed by his display. "I was asking if there were any leftovers," she replied. "I don't think it's an unreasonable request."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer
Location:
The Great Sea
"Whaaaat! Breakfast!" the chef thundered, leaning forward against the counter.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane
Location: The Great Sea
"Did I stutter?" Snowmane replied, meeting his gaze. "Yes, breakfast!"
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer
Location:
The Great Sea
After a moment of treating Snowmane to a silent glare, the chef grimaced. "Hold on a second." Reaching beneath the table, he produced a curled metal horn and placed the narrow tip into his ear. "There. Now, can you speak into the end please 'nd thank you."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane
Location: The Great Sea
"Oh, uh..." Snowmane stuttered. "Is there anything left of breakfast? Are we too late for leftovers?" she called into the man's horn.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Damocles Rex, Vaudeville, Subject 67
Location:
Booty Bay
"Oh wonderful."
A spotlight of pure golden light cut through the orange haze of the time stopped air. A beam of pure holy Light directed onto the fel infused amorphous blob.
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer
Location:
The Great Sea
"Oh! Breakfast!" the cook cried amiably. "Sure, there's plenty left. We got bacon. Toast, egg and hardtack. Bacon on eggs and toast with a side of hardtack. Hard tack made with bits of bacon. Eggs with salt on hardtack and bacon. Bacon, egg between two pieces of hardtack, or lettuce."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane
Location: The Great Sea
"Could I just have some eggs and bacon? No hardtack please," Snowmane answered, raising her voice as she spoke into the horn.
Character: Malice
Location: Booty Bay
Malice shrieked with pain as the Light hit her dissolving body.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Damocles Rex, Vaudeville, Subject 67
Location:
Booty Bay
Damocles advanced slowly. his boots ringing with dull thuds like nails being pounded into a coffin. "It was fortunate that I recognized the odds of an actually successful result. Therefore," the ParCon officer continued, flipping the small light emitting disk shut in favour of grasping his shotgun, "I planned accordingly."
Damocles pressed the barrel against Malice's head and fired.
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer
Location:
The Great Sea
"No hardtack!" the cook thundered in shock. "But where will you get your bran from then? Not to mention missing out on the nutrients from the weevils."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Snowmane
Location: The Great Sea
"I'm sure I'll find a way," Snowmane loudly answered back, mildly disgusted. "In the meantime, no hardtack please!"
Character: Malice
Location: The Great Sea
Mushy green brain matter splattered the docks behind Malice and her body slowly collapsed, parts of her seeming not quite dead, but after a few seconds what remained of her lay limp on the wooden scaffolds of Booty Bay.
Post by
Snake387
Character
: Versatile Black
Location
: Booty Bay
"Woah, who are you and why did you just kill her?" Versatile asked, staring at the shotgun and the remains of the fel blob, "Killing innocent people is just entirely unnecessary, even if they are fel blobs. "
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Damocles Rex, Vaudeville, Subject 67
Location:
Booty Bay
Barely missing a beat Damocles reached down and grabbed the collar of Malice's robes in one hand. Gripping it tightly, he began to drag the limp body of fel energy across the docks. The journey was not particularly far, and soon enough they came upon the chalk circle inscribed with runes. Damocles stopped before this and flung the mass of fel woman into the circle.
As soon as Malice fell within its lines the circle lit up in a pillar of silvery light, the four gems placed about its edges floating upwards, creating a barrier around malice.
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer
Location:
The Great Sea
Though clearly upset with it, the cook nevertheless quickly assembled a plate of scrambled eggs and several strips of bacon, depositing it on the counter with some ill grace.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Booty Bay
Malice's corpse writhed subtly, unable to drain anything around it for regeneration.
Character: Snowmane
Location: The Great Sea
"Thank you!" Snowmane yelled at the man. "You want anything?" she asked Varyn.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Damocles Rex, Vaudeville, Subject 67
Location:
Booty Bay
Damocles stared at the thing int he circle from over his high collar. He highly doubted what the woman had become was even self aware at this point, let alone of the things going on around it.
"Paradox," Damocles began in a biting tone as he reached into a pocket. "You are now designated as subject 829. You are accused of crimes against chronology. You have entered this time line illegally, thereby putting additional strain on this reality. You are guilty." He produced a small black gem at the end of a silk ribbon. The gem itself was dark, but to say it was coloured that way would be wrong. Rather, it looked to be a lack of colour, as though the gem itself had no colour with which to give. Damocles narrowed his eyes at what was once Malice. "You will be confined at ParCon until some means of destroying you or making use of you are found."
A wind picked up, flickers of energy sparking from the gem and tapping against the barrier, bending the light of the cage towards it, pulling at the fel energy which formed the creature within.
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer
Location:
The Great Sea
Smiling slightly at Snowmane's exchange, Varyn bowed fractionally. "I ate earlier, thank you."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Booty Bay
Malice didn't answer, still thoroughly incapacitated, though she continued to disintegrate as the fel magic that wove her body together was pulled away.
Character: Snowmane
Location: The Great Sea
"Mmm, very well..." Snowmane answered, feeling exhausted after that 'conversation' with the cook. "I should have realized he was hard of hearing."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Damocles Rex, Vaudeville, Subject 67
Location:
Booty Bay
"You will submit to all of this. You have no right to refuse." Damocles narrowed his eyes, which flashed like two flat mirrors in the light. "
You have no right to exist.
"Damocles watched, nonplussed, as the fel infused woman shrank like a slug beneath salt. As he watched her reach the point where he felt she would not easily be able to recover. Only then did he return the gem to its box and that to his pocket.
Keeping his shotgun loosely between his hands, he spat a cutting word in a tongue not to be heard for several decades, and ended the spell confining Malice. With a scrutinizing eye, he nudged the curled figure with a boot.
Character:
Varyn Brighthammer
Location:
The Great Sea
"Blame cannot be totally laid at your feet," Varyn replied as he escorted her towards one of the tables. "You had no inclination he was so."
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Malice
Location: Booty Bay
At this point Malice had degenerated into a thick, sticky puddle of protoplasm, at the center of which lie a tiny violet crystal.
Character: Snowmane
Location: The Great Sea
"I figured he was just belligerent," Snowmane answered, sighing. "Ah well..." she murmured, sitting down at the table with her plate. "No harm done I suppose."
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