[OPEN] And These Three Men Made a Solemn Vow

[midnightroads]

Who: Bash and You
When: Upon Returning
Where: Ship
Summary: Upon Returning
Warnings: Ship-typical

1. They've hired men with the scythes so sharp [Kitchen]
There's a Bash in the kitchen, what will he do?!

Okay, don't get too freaked out. He's standing by the fryer with a bowl of yellow...batter? of some kind, green flecks mixed in, and the smallest kiddie-sized ice cream scoop from Scoops, and seems to be making some sort of fried balls. Hehehe, balls. They smell good, at least?


2. To cut him off at the knee [Signpost Forest]
Bash gets a glimpse of the signs and whatever he was going to do is forgotten. He moves to go and read all of them, to examine the handwriting, the care in crafting, the little asides in terms of distance and the signs that don't post to places, and his heart aches.

But also he starts getting a headache because damn some of these directions feel wrong. Yeah, no, they're not pointing anywhere real, but his homing pigeon senses are almost as inflamed as they were by the labyrinth. No one's going to notice if he turns one or two signs in the right direction, are they?


3. They've rolled him and tied him by the way [Above]
Look, his winged bracers came back here with him, so Bash goes flying. You might see him above and wave, or catch sight of him on the golf club on the sports deck, or even on the bridge like he has absolutely no fear of the Captain noticing or caring he's there. If you fly too, come wing out with him.


4. Serving him most barbarously [Wildcard]
You know what you must do.

Comments

[midnightroads]

"The leather bracers on my arms. With the feathers tooled into them? They're divine magic, a gift of the Morrigan."

[abhorrently]

"No shit. Either they're quite kind to give that up, or you did someone a huge favor."

Absolutely failing religion checks, let's go. But subtly, she reaches out with her senses, trying to get a better understanding of the type of divine magic that's there.

[midnightroads]

He is as much divine magic as any item he's wearing. Like, smack in the face, this is a demigod in his prime, with all the holy shit that comes with it. He smells like coffee and tobacco and Death and Darkness and Journeys and hasn't been hiding it at all.

[abhorrently]

It's strong enough to make her turn her head, blink a little bit. She'd figured out one of the others onboard by virtue of his striding into her mind, but this? It makes her think of crypts, long untouched sarcophagi, someone you dearly don't want to piss off.

"...Mind if I ask you something that has nothing to do with flight at all?"

[midnightroads]

“Shoot, darling. I’m an open book.” And entirely at ease, as might befit someone of such fucking power.

[abhorrently]

"How many gods are really on this ship? I need to know before I start treading on the toes of an assorted pantheon."

She says it lightly, but it's not a joke. The look in her eyes says she felt that, and understands what it means. Look, you don't deal with a number of godtouched and not come out with at least a basic understanding of when someone's magic could crack your skull open for the second time.

[midnightroads]

“I’m only a demigod, for whatever that’s worth. And the only member of my pantheon around. Also, you think I can give a real count on that without meeting every-fucking-one who’s arrived since I been gone?”

He hasn’t even met Sheogorath yet. Kick Nimbus into giving me the dadra at some point.

[abhorrently]

"Only a demigod. Where I come from, that's a powerful claim all on its own."

Folding her arms, she exhales slowly.

"It just feels like every week I catch word of some other god or god-adjacent type person who's aboard. I'd like to know if those of us who aren't are outnumbered."

Ping Nimbus in the plotting channel to get your very own dadra encounter.