On the Second Shank...
Sigmund, having exhausted most other options, looks for Art in his room. Luckily, he seems to indeed be in there, chatting up the Captain.
"... and that's how I became a crystal warrior princess, after a fashion."
"How EXCITING!"
One has to wonder why Sigmund didn't look in here sooner, really.
At the site of Niklas' melting...
Kevin has an idea on how he'd be able to help - he can touch the pot without fear of combustion, if not exactly guaranteed safety!
"Uh... I could try feeling it. I'm probably fire-proof."
He places one of his broken hands on the pot's handle. It doesn't burn off, which bodes well for his idea.
"If it feels too dangerous, I heavily suggest caution and restraint, good jester Kevin." Morton warns the jester in a manner not unlike a concerned parent. He thinks on how to solve this whole problem, and does believe he has it after a moment.
"Good mage Erin, can you perhaps form a non-flammable liquid above the pot? Water, or salt water perhaps? That may cool it down rapidly, possibly enough to at least carry Chef Niklas to the ship."
"Sure. I hope he doesn't rupture from the temperature change, though."
She extends her hand upward and a large glob of water momentarily forms above Kevin and the pot. Erin jumps back as the whole thing crashes over the pot, covering it and Kevin in water completely. A whole lot of steam erupts from the spot as both the pot and the chef cool down to an altogether more manageable temperature, both of them taking on a more pleasing grayish shade compared to the blinding reds and whites of before. The teapot even looks pretty much unharmed in the process, as does Niklas, or rather what's left of him by this point.
In Evelyn's room...
Scott speaks out in an uncharacteristically reasonable fashion, hoping to find solutions rather than revenge this time around.
"Undead...are dead things right? Non-living bodies powered by magic and the will of the inhabiting spirit, right?" he begins. There is no response. This may be because Evelyn's left already, but Scott doesn't particularly care. He has grown used to talking to himself.
"So, it could be reasoned that none of my fleshy parts are needed for myself or my senses to operate. I have seen skeletons walking about and reasoning...why should I be any different? All I need is time, focus, and a deep well of stubborn will!"
Having said that, he tries to focus himself and figure out how to see properly. This does not take long, as his vision just spontaneously returns, presumably as a reward for his flawless solution. And everything seems so colorful now, too. Way better than previously, certainly. Wonder how that works, really.
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