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

[light_mischief]

[Despite the light illuminating the dais, Skulduggery keeps his own flame lit and raised just above eye-level. Sorry, spooky tomb, but he doesn't have darkvision.

The majority of the group follows directly behind Jenny with varying degrees of caution and trepidation. Nothing seems to be leaping out at them, no stones depress under their feet... It's almost disappointing. But who knows what's going to happen once Jenny removes whatever's in that container? ...And who the hell put it here in the first place?]

[stormpirate]

[upon reaching the top, Jenny makes to remove the top of the tomb, pushing the entire weight of her body against it.

it budges, but barely.]

-- Ay, fuck. If only those kids had found some cassava... [tosses her head back to look at the others] Lend a girl a hand?

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Great. Grave desecration. Love it, living for it, clearly no objections whatsoever. As one of the muscles of the party, she gets into place beside Jenny with her hands braced on the top of the tomb, waiting for Jenny's signal. ]

[ninetoes]

[Traitor.

We still can't see all that well but lights and shadows are coming back, now. Jenny if he was blind forever now he would be so fucking pissed at you and never ever tell you about your brother's souls.

He's hanging back now without his seeing eye Darcy, but a call to shove something heavy... like yeah he could help but he's also little. He's jacked, but he's little. And opening whatever it is they're opening sure sounds like a bad idea. Hm. Decisions.]

You're a goddess twice our size and you think we're going to be able to move it?

[stormpirate]

You're not that tiny, mijito! [shit-eating grin] And I do not think it's muscle this stone wants before it lets us move it.

[light_mischief]

Then what does it want? [Like FUCK he's touching a stone after THAT]

[stormpirate]

The blood of a virgin, so thank the skies we brought el perrito along.

[beat]

It wants us to work together. It will move when it feels more than four hands.

[saltwaterlungs]

[ Darcy really really deeply wishes she didn't know that dig wasn't true and keeps her hands braced on the lid. ]

Stop bitching and fucking help, alright?

[stormpirate]

[together, the lid slides off with a heavy groan.

>investigate?]

[light_mischief]

[Well, he did just get a box full of bones, so if he loses any...

>investigates]

[stormpirate]

[resting on a bed of uncountable golden coins and gems are several objects, laid out in a row down the tomb. they include:

a black-handled knife, inlaid with runes
a large silver denarius
an unrecognizable type of stone, with a blue spiral engraved on it
a sealed aluminum can
a silver wrist cuff, partially melted
a red gemstone, kite-shaped
the preserved paw of a gorilla]

[saltwaterlungs]

We should probably just grab everything and then run just to be safe, right?

[fonomena]

Assuming they don't all each have a different form of curse that's bound to activate on contact... [Frowning down into these Extremely Suspicious Contents...] I wonder which of these is the captain's. [.....Considering how the pens went over with him that one time--] The can, perhaps...

But, well, I suppose taking them all at once would be rather like ripping off a bandaid...

[makesomedeals]

[ Max is not there but let the record state that all coins are countable. ]

[stormpirate]

[the coins are uncountable bitch]

[light_mischief]

[Darcy's right, obviously, but still. To Jenny, deadpan:]

Any vibes to go off of now?

[stormpirate]

Has anyone even seen a primate on this island...

[ninetoes]

Blood, probably. [At the same time. lmao]

[light_mischief]

[pirates, man.

Fiiiine okay he'll help. He got them into this mess after all, if anything's going to go wrong, he ought to be a part of it.]

[makesomedeals]

Any time now.

[ninetoes]

Ngh, fine.

[Such a look to u, Max.] After you.

[fonomena]

[Well hey that was kind of!! An ominous remark there!!! Look Jenny there's big trap energies and they may all be slightly paranoid here, have you ever tried to do a menacing temple run before??

Anyway, at Jenny's initial prompting, Jade had drifted over to stand beside the tomb-like thing as well at Jenny's other side, though there's hesitation to actually touch it himself until Jenny actually answers Skulduggery's Very Prescient question there. Still, the answer is...surprising, in its oddness. He is placing his hands on the lid as well, but.]

Is this something you were told by the locals? Or more of an intuition, by your nature? [A question directed Jenny's way, this. HANG IN THERE MAX THEY'RE WORKING ON IT]

[stormpirate]

[with just the deepest irony her voice can muster:] Vibes.

[light_mischief]

[sigh.]

[fonomena]

[WILL HIS LIFE EVER STOP BEING HAUNTED BY THIS WORD NOW HELLO

Make that a sigh x2 with Jade's alongside Skulduggery's but fine, whatever, taking the hint. Less questions more questionably wise tomb-opening..........]