Malevolent Mist on Spice Island

[orderispeace]

Who: Triton’s Mistress
Where: Spice Island
When: Oct. 10 - ??
What: As members of the crew touched by the mist grow more malicious they begin to cause turmoil on the ship turning a normal spice run chaotic.
Warnings: Possible fighting and language
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Closed to crew

The prow of the Mistress cut effortlessly through the salty water as the ship came to rest along side the dock. The uninhabited island was well known for its vast array of plant life, the bulk of which could be sold on the open market as spices or used to brighten up a weary sailor’s galley-cooked meals. Several large washtub sat on the dock just waiting for some one ambitious enough to fill them full of the island’s delicacies.

The trip to the island had been relatively calm with no major storms or hardships to slow their travel but now that they had docked odd things seemed to be happening all too frequently. Maybe the black mist the morning before had something to do with it?

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[just_a_minute]

Humble too? Gawd- settle down there kid, there's plenty of time left to earn your halo. Ban often boasted about being perfect, but underneath it all he saw himself as terribly flawed.

I told you! Lyrik probably did have to pick up the slack for Ban on several occasions. There was no denying that Ban was not an exemplary crew member. During an altercation, he always tried to look out for the others- but the day to day routine... that was touch and go.

“So this Elle.. is some kind of dragon instructor?” Being ripped away from his home and sent on an adventure like this would undoubtedly throw all sorts of trials at the young dragon. “For the record- I've been on the sea before but that was on a different sort of vessel and it wasn't for an extended period of time. In this place, we're all being driven to do things we normally wouldn't.”

Ah- it was so nice to have someone so willing just to do the menial tasks Ban liked to avoid. He waited for Lyrik to finish up before heading down below. “Just stow that stuff in the corridor or something.. we won't need it where we're going.”

[chasing_waterfalls]

     He made up for it when he panicked and flailed. Somewhat.

     "Ah, yes! Well, she's my dragon mage. There's one for each dragon type- and then there's Maciel, who watches one of each type...and Agrina, who's apprentice to the fire dragon mage. They're the only humans in Corseltel, so seeing so many around here is also pretty strange."

     Lyrik nodded though. Being in a place like this seemed to push everyone to some limit or another by way of experiences.

     He followed after, head tilting at the suggestion. "Would that be okay? What if someone dumps them overboard again?"

[just_a_minute]

"Makes sense," He folded his arms behind his head, as he listened. In a way his tale was reminding him of the person that had been put in charge of him and his lessons. Course- he'd ran away from that situation and went to the school of hard knocks on the streets. All the same, he wondered how Maria was doing now... "Then you'd really be overwhelmed if we were back in Japan." Tokyo for one- was crawling with wall to wall foot traffic at certain times of day.

"It's up to you if you want to carry it all day.." Ban answered casually. "You could hide it.. but I'm guessing not all of these things were in plain view to begin with."

When they reached Harlock's quarters, Ban flung open the door without knocking. Ink was splattered everywhere....

[chasing_waterfalls]

     "Japan...is that where you're from? Is it very different from this place?"

     Lyrik adjusted his grip around the crate, nodding at Ban. "I think I'm fine with carrying it for now. Otherwise it would be terrible if someone were to just throw them away before we found where they should all go. Someone really did go through a lot of trouble to find these, though, don't you think?"

     Following along, he was about to say something as Ban seemed to decide that it was fine inviting themselves inside Harlock's. Instead, he gaped as he caught a glimpse of the inside. It was like an inkwell had exploded, but even that couldn't have been responsible for the absolute mess around the room in general. And who would do such a thing to a bed?!

     "Wh-" Lyrik shook his head in disbelief. "What in the world happened in here?!"

[just_a_minute]

"One of the places," Let's leave out that his childhood began in Europe, and then he was shipped off to Japan after they faked his death. "A lot different. The area I'm from is filled with skyscrapers, pavement, and vehicles... most people use airplanes instead of boats if they're going long distances". Realizing that Lyrik probably came from a place with less modern tech, he tried to explain all these things in turn. "Skyscrapers, are just tall buildings that stretch high up into the sky... the vehicles.." How would you describe those. "They're like carriages only ditching the horse and adding gasoli-" No, screw it. I don't want to go into that much detail. "They're faster too and made out of metal..." and Plastic. I don't want to explain plastic either....

"Suit yourself, boy scout." You earned a nickname, or.. another one if "squirt" counts. "Yeah- there's a lot of it. It had to have taken them some time to amass it".

"I think we've found the trail..." Ban shook his head. GLAD THAT IT WASN'T HIS ROOM. It even got a little chuckle out of him. "Harlock's gonna love this, if he hasn't seen it already."

[chasing_waterfalls]

     It was obvious enough that Lyrik was having difficulty in trying to figure out what it was that Ban was attempting to describe. He looked at the man blankly, although he was appreciative of the attempt Ban made in trying to explain the strange words he'd just mentioned.

     "Wow..." Buildings that tall? Not even Maciel's home was that tall, and it was partially built into a tree! He was a little lost on the carriages, since transportation in general was done by foot around Corseltel, although perhaps the wooden carts used by the kobolds to deliver goods would have been a closer comparison. Although all in all, Lyrik found that at the end of the attempt, he still had no idea what to make of Ban's homeworld.

     If he hadn't felt that Ban was making fun of him somehow with the nickname, he might not have had a problem with it. Still, the dragon had already made up his mind.

     "This is terrible! Why would anyone do something like this?? Nothing's going to be able to remove the ink stains!"