At the bottom of the harbor of Shriekpot...
Niklas, feeling that the danger/enemy interest period has passed, tries to swim upwards. It is at this moment that he remembers that he is loaded down with ridiculous amounts of metal and that his legs don't work. So swimming is a sound no right now. This leaves him with only one solution - find an anchor chain!
He doesn't find one, though. At least, none within his immediate vicinity that he can see. There is a fish, though. It seems to be taking an interest in him. An unhealthy interest. A rather biting interest.
Actually, it's already bitten his leg off. That was rather unpleasant, or at least so Niklas would say if he actually could feel that.
At the Ulubelle...
Scott, of the belief that people usually aren't this rude unless something is wrong, steps in front of the man, looking in his face. The man looks at him as well, though it is an amiable and curious look.
"Hello? Are you all right?"
The man, having been looking closely at Scott's face, seems to realize something. He points at his ears, then shakes his head. He points at them again, making a popping sound with his mouth. He must be some kind of mime, Scott guesses. That or deaf, but the former is infinitely more likely.
At Tailor Craig's traveling clothing enterprise...
Kevin, though rather confused by the peculiar desk-like nature of Morton, realizes that he probably would prefer being furniture to being a freak. At least furniture is funny and fits in someplace. That place may be the study of a gentleman's manor, but what can you do.
In line with this decision, he decides to nod affirmatively to Tailor Craig.
"Ah, you wish to go to the realm of the fabulous then, good Jester Kevin? Very well, I wish you the best of luck then, I know it will go better than it did for I. Do tell the figment that I said hello if you could," Morton tells Kevin as he notices the nod.
"Very good, I'll send you right away," Tailor Craig says, getting his trusty chalk and commencing the drawing of a circle around Kevin.
"Good Tailor Craig, I do recall you mentioning that you have three copies of the book, I must admit I'm curious, were there editions that perhaps edited out some useful information from the newer copy? Or do you just like to be prepared in the case that one might get lost, or damaged? I can completely understand the latter sentiment, something I wish I did for my old livery, although I still wish I knew what happened to it in the first place."
"The older editions are a bit less complete than the newer ones - the newer ones have more demonic realms described in them, but the etiquette described is largely the same, and the strategies are as well. It's certainly a good book I gave you - I learned demonology from it myself."
As he finishes drawing the circle and snaps his claw, Kevin disappears into the ground, the hole that forms also disappearing seconds afterward. It looks fairly mundane in an interdimensional sense, really.
Kevin, though, gets a rather different experience. He hurtles through an endless dark void for, like, at least 5 minutes before he is blindsided by an endless prismatic void! Light dances over his spiky, unpleasant body, forming both real and virtual images all around him. Kevin briefly considers why they call it virtual light if you can still see it, but then decides against devoting further thought to it, as he clearly not an optics expert. And a good thing, too, because suddenly a pale taupe halo appears around his head, saying unusual things!
"I seem to be having so many visitors today! Two abominable nudists and a cute kitten all on the same day! Most irregular! What do you want, cute kitten?"
On the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...
Mark tries his best to contain his excitement. He'll get to operate on Niklas! Properly this time!
That is, if the bugger actually comes out of the water in due time. Maybe he should fish him out or something.
At a guard's house...
Sigmund, noticing the fellow's enthusiasm, invites him to come along.
"Ah, you are very interested in this, it seems, come with me."
Needing no further encouragement, he does indeed come along, and together they arrive back at Tailor Craig's little nook of fashion.
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