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]

[Ah, well, suit yourself sir. Not the first time Jade's encountered that Always Fine sort of handwave--seeing as he also practices it himself, on occasion!--and otherwise Izzy does seem quite lucid enough, no signs of hiding any particular pain or injury. So, Jade simply nods, appreciative as that first tidbit sets in.]

It's good to hear that at least one of us has managed to dodge the worst of all the curses, at the very least...or perhaps your near-beheading earlier on was sufficient enough karma to balance things out, hm?

[A flicker of wry humor there, that fades as quickly as it came. Jade's glance invariably falls down to Jenny's bloodied frame once again.]

Right--Guabancex. ...I imagine it'd have to be a sea burial, considering where we are. But I'm not sure. Possibly, the body may need to be preserved for resurrection...Miss Friday would know the finer details, and may have a preference on the matter either way. [A brief glance up to Friday as he says this, cradling Jenny's head as she likely still is.] Tradition where death might be concerned...is really rather tenuous in a place like this, more's the pity...

[palfriday]

[curves her body over Jenny's...

muttering:] I hate when you throw the bodies overboard... I have to get the net out and my hair gets all wet...

[ninetoes]

Mm,

[Well there's the answer, then. A sea burial would be right for a storm goddess but if the bodies are needed and not simply reformed then...maybe not.

Besides, Izzy has sewn too many people into their hammocks as it is. Each stitch pulling guilt more than the weight of the fabric, with the last stitch through the corpse's nose. Just in case they are somehow, miraculously, still alive.]

Seems that way, yeah.

[He considers the situation for a moment but doesn't for a second think Jade is somehow inviting him off the tender, so he'll just. Hm. Dismiss the both of them, then.]

I'll help move the body. It was a pleasure working alongside you, Jade.

[fonomena]

[Yeah, that...seems like a pretty solid answer for sure. Absolutely catching those muttered words in the small distance between them, Jade surreptitiously mentally notes that tossing any future corpses overboard in general probably ought to be a last resort, if only for the sake of maintaining Friday's good graces...

Anyway, though. Attention back over to Izzy, now, who also seems to be taking this verdict with resignation. From there...is a mildly awkward beat, indeed, as the question of what to do or say next hangs vaguely in the air. Probably for the best, that the conversation closes out as naturally as possible in the end--"natural" in the form of a somewhat delayed dismissal, anyway. Jade indeed isn't exactly about to try coaxing the man off the tender, seeing as Izzy seems set on seeing through Jenny's fate so long as Friday's willing to allow him to linger; so, putting that aside, a conclusion like this is just as well.]

A pleasure working alongside you too, Izzy Hands. This venture may not have been a rousing success...but it surely could have gone much worse, and you certainly had your hand in preventing as much. [Not...a great setup for a handshake here, considering how Izzy has his hands full currently. ...With, the blood of a goddess, mostly. Awkward. Instead, Jade offers a slight and professional dip of his head, before straightening again.] We ought to speak again sometime--perhaps in slightly less bloodstained circumstances, yes? But I'll leave you to your vigil now, in the meantime.

[...Right, between him and Friday--Jenny's body probably won't have too difficult of a transit, and so Jade's content to forego offering any assistance on that front. Getting off this tender in general...also just really appeals as a prospect, at this point. But, turning away and stepping towards the entrance, Jade ends up joining Skulduggery in getting Ava to her feet before they're all collectively heading out.]