In the streets of Mothdale...Sigmund continues in his rolling, slowly trying to get away from the dog's personal space. After a period of intense uncertainty, though, he does manage to get around the corner, breaking line of sight. This seems to somewhat calm the dog, as the growling quickly stops. Having narrowly escaped a mauling, Sigmund then returns to his previous activity - searching for people he recognizes. He slowly slinks into another street, not having any idea where he's really going due to the way he has closed his eyes in the hopes of navigating these crossroads safely.
Just as he opens his eyes and looks upward again, though, he notices a bird flying his way. Hurtling his way, actually, its body assuming an arrowlike shape, its gigantic, sharp beak leading the way.
[Sigmund's dodge roll: 4-
1]
He tries to roll out of the way, but does not quite succeed, the beak of the bird piercing some of his flesh and creating a sizable gash in his side - nothing bothersome, but definitely not a good sign of things to come, either. The bird, jumping away from Sigmund, flies up into the air again rather quickly. Sigmund wonders if these distractions will last much longer, as they really are making his business rather difficult to attend to.
At a room in the Red Tower of Power...Niklas accepts the task laid out before him.
"Okay! How do I get to the library?""Figure it out. Spatial awareness is a great skill to practice," the fat lady says, then floats away. Niklas, though a little disappointed in the way people insist on making things difficult, tries his best to find the library anyway - fortunately, it is not too far, and the book in question is still very much available in multiple. And the librarian looks very full of cheer and friendly, too. Not to mention that the place itself is fairly clean and well-furnished, with a very inviting-looking set of reading tables placed on a raised platform just outside the bookshelf area.
On the Second Shank...Mark decides that these latest dire straits are probably worthy of telling the Captain about, so he hops back upstairs and tries to explain the situation to the ghostly mariner through interpretive dance.
[Mark's interpretive dance roll: 6-1]
Luckily, the spirit of the dance has not left him, and probably never will, and the Captain understands Mark's meaning almost immediately.
"You are TRYING TO SAY that I AM SUPPOSED TO BE HERE? How AMAZING! Truly a SPECTACULAR COINCIDENCE! And yet there is... SOMETHING BOTHERING YOU! WATER! Insidious, TREACHEROUS, hideous water! WHERE IS IT? SHOW ME!"And Mark does, pointing out a rather sizable hole in one of the side walls that a set of tusks currently seems to be working rather hard on widening. They don't seem to be succeeding, though.
"That IS highly DISTURBING! And I only GOT THIS SHIP less than a WEEK ago!"The captain taps his chin ponderously.
"The QUESTION, though, is HOW TO SOLVE THIS PROBLEM! Brute force seems UNLIKELY TO WORK, SHOCKINGLY ENOUGH!"Suddenly, the Artiste steps out from nowhere.
"Say, Captain, there seem to be holes in this ship! Big ones!""TROUBLING, aren't they?""They certainly are!"As the two undead and one sortademon wonder about how to fix this terrible pickle of a situation,
Morton decides that the inside of the ship probably is safer, and presumably possesses nicer acoustics. So he moves inside, stepping downstairs, and giving his surroundings another good listening to.
Luckily, he hears nothing that fills him with any concern. It's great to be so safe in here, he thinks. This ship could probably survive so many hazards, it's not even funny.
In a guest receiving area of Lizzie's mistress...Kevin tries to reassure Lizzie in his own way.
~Mhhmm. Don't worry, I don't think I've gotten any magical abilities or so.~~I don't really see how you could. My foci shouldn't become attuned to you no matter how much of my soul you might've gotten.~Becoming more and more aware of the differences in his mind and identity, Kevin continues to search his memories for things he remembers. One thing that comes to mind is the book. The book of pictures. He had always wanted to track down one of them later on, but either never had the time, or lacked the resources. It was a very inspiring picture from it that he remembers. A man - a wizard, young and healthy, with lively eyes and a lithe, agile form, dancing within a mushroom circle in a forest clearing, looking like he's having the time of his life as skeletal hands appear to be slowly digging their way out of the ground. He had always thought that it would be great if he could get that, or something similar to it, painted somewhere, like on a wall or some canvas.
What's interesting, though, is that all of the memories Kevin can find feel like his own, and none really seem out of place. Somehow, all the events he can remember form a continuum, and one that appears to make perfect sense as well.
In a place of blinding white...Scott doesn't appreciate it when unidentified entities seem to be trying to mock him.
"Please... please don't do that."The voice gasps, then goes silent for a moment.
"Okay, but only because I love you, Jeremy."Outside a ruined tavinn in Blynn...Timothy isn't sure if the man's girlfriend will be too understanding of the situation and its entirely accidental nature, and makes his concern known.
"Is she... do you think she... Is gon' to be mad wif me?""I... dunno, I guess. Probably, maybe. Who knows? You did nearly kill me, after all."That's the closest answer he's going to get, obviously. Timothy glances around the street, but doesn't see the woman anywhere nearby yet. Hm.
"I's nah think she likes me very much. You is 'splains dat this all justa mis-derstanding, right? An' dat I was just tryna be a helps, right?""Yeah... yeah, of course. A misunderstanding. You were trying to help. I'll tell her that."Now that that's cleared up, Timothy just floats in place, waiting for the woman to arrive - she does not take too long, all in all. Longer than he would have expected, but not too long. She seems somewhat distraught when she spots her boyfriend lying next to a pile of food.
"Oh gods, you're alive! What happened to you?"The man scratches his chin, presumably thinking on how best to say this.
"Well, I blew up. Sort of. It was an accident.""An accident? This looks like some kind of natural disaster!""It wasn't his fault, is what's important. He was only trying to help, you know.""Who was?""Timothy. He spoke to me a little while ago. The details are a little hazy."Timothy wonders if now would be a good time to reintroduce himself.
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