SEPTEMBER EVENT: SKULLY'S ANGELS

[sailmods]

[around 10:30PM, after Friday has returned from bringing all the other guests back to the ship, she parks the tender just off the shore, idling. she sticks her head out of the door.]

Good luck! Just come get me if you need anything! [beat] But, only if it’s something I can do without stepping outside! [beat] Have fun!

[she then pops back inside. they’re on their own, for now.

the salamander villagers have returned to their homes for the night, it seems… all but one, a smaller one, bedecked in leather armor and carrying a spear. they watch the group as they leave the beach, eyes fixed… and then, slowly but distinctly, they toss their head in the direction of inland, and turn away from them to begin a sort of watch.

perhaps that was salamander for good luck. you’ll need it.]

Comments

[fonomena]

[Hey, look, if they were liable to get killed for being honest to start with, lying had felt moderately worth a shot at the very least...!

But even if that particular angle had fallen through in the end, both Darcy and Izzy interject--and, quite clearly, they manage to hit a very sensitive chord where Jenny's concerned. Jade's composure very nearly breaks to cast a surprised glance Izzy's way, at his claim that the location of her brothers is actually known--a bluff, or dangling of some actual information, possibly recently-discovered? ...No time to get into that right now, though.

The main thing is that it's working, and Jenny's promptly divulging several interesting things in rapid succession. Jade frowns slightly, trying very valiantly to ignore that Very Rude nudging from Max (yes, he knows, he can't believe it either) as Jenny answers his question. That's...surprising.]

Yet you couldn't reach it when you tried before...then, is it a matter of there being some sort of obstacle before reaching the temple? Or was there something else, that you were too weak to overcome at that time?

[stormpirate]

[beat]

There's stairs.

[decohere]

[ew.]

I'll just wait at the bottom.

[mostly you lost her at no traps or puzzles]

[ninetoes]

[Snort.

What's that, Ava. Scared of a little hard work?]

[fonomena]

[...Goodness, quite literally at the brink of death, wasn't she? Not the answer Jade was expecting himself, but there's a resignation in the shortness that might yet very nearly garner some sort of sympathy. --Or a response like Ava's, which prompts a wry look from Jade in her direction.]

Suppose we could want somebody remaining outside as lookout, if you're volunteering... [Anyway!! Back to Jenny and casually also ignoring that distinctly derisive snort from somewhere in Izzy's vicinity:] At any rate, you certainly seem as if you could now actually handle some flights of stairs after all! If you're planning to make a second visit, I'm sure we'd appreciate a guide on the shortest route there. [Considering her interest in getting a bargaining chip against the captain for herself, Jade's assuming Jenny would likely want to follow them there regardless. But here, he's looking to the rest of the party, in case anyone else has objections or questions on the matter too...]

[decohere]

[not even going to dignify Izzy with a glance, though her fingers curl into fists. offering to wait outside is at least a compromise of her desire to instead just head back to the ferry and be done with it.]

Right, lookout. Sounds like it's going to be overly crowded, I'd just be in the way. And if the temple starts collapsing in on you, just toss me the thing.

[see, being antisocial is a valid strategy. a small glance at Jenny, concerned.]

What happened to you...?

[stormpirate]

It's not very far. Another half-mile, at most.

[a pause. she glances at Ava.]

The thing about doing magic under your own power is that, eventually, it starts to run out. There's only so much one soul has.

[light_mischief]

[The questions are immediate: does she also use the erda flow to maintain her ship? What has she given up to it, and what else is she willing to give? Has she constructed her own servitor yet, maybe to safeguard her brothers' memories? Has she resorted to unwilling passengers? But he manages to stuff them back at the last moment. There'll be time for interrogations later, maybe, but not right now.]

It sounds like hell. [Genuinely sympathetic, but only for a moment. They certainly don't have time for sentiment right now.] The natives said there was no trouble entering... but did they say the same about exiting?

[stormpirate]

They just smiled when I asked that.

[...]

So, you know. A bit concerning.

[decohere]

Yeah, we've all watched Aladdin. [except obviously all the ones that haven't, whatever]

[light_mischief]

[Tilts his head briefly backward. UGH. Of course, they smiled. He bets it was a creepily serene one. The sort with sinister intent.]

At least he got a flying rug... [so bitter about not being able to fly right now] Well, good on you for volunteering to help Friday with our bodies after we die horrible, agonizing deaths, Ava. Would anybody else like to join her guaranteed safety?

[makesomedeals]

I did not come on this ridiculous mission to not shoot anything.

[decohere]

You think this is about my safety? I'd have better odds of getting out of somewhere than the rest of you while you talk about it.

[light_mischief]

[Skulduggery tilts his head.] Yes, you would. And yet you've said you'd rather wait outside because of some stairs and bad company. [Ooooh that's an icy bit of tone there.] That choice is yours.

[stormpirate]

[... oh so it's gonna be THAT kind of mission.]

[makesomedeals]

[Well this is fun. This is why team missions suck if it's not just pushing a payload.]

Can we decide this on the way? I assume we can all talk and walk at the same time.

[He's not going to wait for an answer and just nod to Jenny hoping she leads the way.]

[decohere]

[opens her mouth to respond, then bites down sharply at her tongue because she's not willing to argue. she shoves her mask back on and disappears. still following behind, but further back than before.]

[stormpirate]

Yeah, once you bastards give up my damn gun.

[makesomedeals]

Why? You seemed to be content to wander away without it in the first place, clearly it can't be that important.

[stormpirate]

Oh yes, yeah, the weapon I hid in what was visibly a recently used campsite was obviously abandoned. I was gone for ten minutes, you fucking dildo.

[saltwaterlungs]

Max, I will give you a piece of actual legit gold I have back on the ship if you give her gun back.

[ Said with the same tone as trying to bribe a toddler. ]

[makesomedeals]

[You know, he's actually tempted by that. But also, ]

You hid a gun under a blanket while you went hunting and you want us to believe that's a completely normal thing to do.

[A narrow eyed glare over at Darcy.]

How many ounces?

[stormpirate]

What kind of coward hunts with a gun?

[saltwaterlungs]

Why the fuck are you asking in ounces?

[ France invented the damn Metric system. ]

And I don't know, I haven't exactly fucking weighed it. Just- the gold piece and I'll beat up someone who annoys you.

[ Look they just got Jenny to stop trying to kill them, they don't need to get killed over something this dumb. Desperate times. ]

[makesomedeals]

Because gold is measured in troy ounces worldwide, do you know anything about precious metals? Carats are purity.

[A huff.]

Very well, I reserve the right to pick someone when we're done with this insanity as my choice is bound to change by then.

[He pulls the gun out from his belt and offers it back to Jenny, grip first. If he gets shot right now Darcy owes him about three beatdowns of his choosing.]