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

[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.]

[stormpirate]

[snatches it away, slips it into her coat.]

Alright. Let's move. Try to keep yourselves from fucking something else up for the next ten minutes.

[and, well, she's leaving. y'all can follow if you wish.]

[light_mischief]

[oh my god this is so embarrassing

just following without looking at Max or the space where Ava probably is. (Darcy gets a head nod that implies a gold star is in order if they survive!!)]

[fonomena]

[Jade ends up content enough to step down to observing from somewhere in the backdrop as they...very nearly collectively die again over ownership of a gun. Fortunately, Darcy's able to hastily haggle out a deal with Max to hand it over, and...right, okay, now they're setting out!

Not particularly visibly put out by the arguing, Jade's easing into step beside Skulduggery again as Jenny forges ahead, still holding his small fonic flame aloft; combined with Skulduggery's, they've just enough light to illuminate a path for for whole party through the dark of the jungle as they finally pass from the camp clearing and back into the trees.]

Now now, why the long face? [As if Skulduggery's face can make any expressions in general.....still, there's something about the embarrassed angle of his posture.] I think we're doing quite well so far!

[The cheer's probably more sardonic than not, but...]

An aside @darcy

[ninetoes]

[We have nothing to contribute here, but we can see again, we're up. It's good. Carry on.

Actually sorry no we’re still dazzled/fried lightening is really fucking bright okay.

Don’t perceive him for a moment ok.]

Darcy.. psst.

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Darcy sidles up beside him, bumping his shoulder with hers. ]

What's up?

[light_mischief]

[Skulduggery is torn between appreciating Jade being able to make out his mood despite him being a skeleton, and being frustrated by the fact. (What good is being a skeleton if everyone who knows you eventually realizes you still have physical tells, anyway?) He can't even chalk it up to Jade's proclivity for the dead, because Ava, Max and Darcy can all probably tell the same thing!]

We're all alive, so yes, we're doing quite well. [Literally the bare minimum, but considering what little information they had to go off of, it's somehow more than he'd expected.] I just wish we'd gotten more of the infighting out of the way beforehand...