New friends, new catastrophes

[seadevil]

Who: The crew of the Katabami
Where: At sea, Manila Island
When: After departing Isla Empieza after the battle and covering events until the end of the month
What: Catch-all log
Warnings: Foul language, excessive dumb
Style: Any
Status: Closed to crew

Itinerary
- Meet and greet for new crew
- MANLY STORIES
- Visiting Manila so our more studious crew can get their research on and your esteemed captain can piss the moths off
- THIS COLD CURSE THING

EDIT: The turkey is now officially named Lord Buffalo Toritaro Stuffington, "Twitchy" for short. Feel free to make use of this.

Comments

[undeadparts]

Ghost?

[She doesn't see any ghost-

...

Oh. Oh right, the sheets on her head. No wonder she can't see anything. Sighing, she raises her hand up above her head and pulls them off, tossing them aside as she looks around. After taking a few seconds and determining that there is no ghost here, she looks at...her open fridge? What the hell? Why was that even open?

Turning back to face Ragna, her eyelids fall in a rather unamused fashion. She isn't happy right now.]

I dunno about any ghosts, but did you see who opened my fridge?

[rebellions]

[OH GOOD FALSE ALARM, it's not a ghost, it's just--

... what the fuck is that.

Although he seemed to relax a bit when he realized those were sheets covering a person of blood and flesh, Ragna immediately tenses up again when Zozo reveals herself. He ignores her question, and instead continues to gape at her like she just grew a second head. Actually, that might've been less weird.]

... You're a zombie.

[That is not a question, but rather a statement. He just kind of has to hear it to believe it. After he says that, his shoulders slump a bit, as if his body couldn't quite decide if he should be relieved it wasn't a ghost after all or just pass out from all this bullshit.]

[undeadparts]

[Eye. Twitch.

Zoz could stand being stared at. That was no big deal. But being called a zombie for the umpteenth time? Nope, not happening. She grabs Staffy and slams the door to her fridge shut, taking a few steps towards Ragna. Making proper expressions might be difficult for the necromancer, but you'd have to be an idiot to not see her anger.]

I am not a zombie! Why does everyone think that?

[rebellions]

[Feeling that his legs can support his weight again, Ragna finally stands up, glaring angrily at Zozo. He's definitely not in the mood to be lectured by some undead lady who got lost on her way to the coffin.]

Geez, no clue. [It shouldn't be a surprise at this point that his voice is dripping with sarcasm.] Maybe it's 'cause you look like you jumped straight outta D-class zombie apocalypse movie?

[Way to be a gentleman, Rags.]

[undeadparts]

[Surprisingly enough, his comment actually...calms her down. He said she looks like a zombie, sure, but that bit about a movie has got her confused. Where she's from they don't exist, so she has no idea what one actually is.

And she's kinda curious.]

...what's a movie?

[rebellions]

... Forget it.

[Yeah no. Sorry Zozo, he's not wasting his breath explaining this shit to you. Surely there are some other people around who would be less technologically impaired willing to marvel at the wonders of high tech with you. Go bother them.

Now that he isn't busy freaking out, Ragna takes a better look at the zombie lady and... yuck. Who in their right mind would want something like that on board? Creepy as fuck.]

Sea Devil never said he was keeping Little Miss Frankenstein down here.

[Well. There's also the fact he never asked what the rest of the crew is like, simply because he didn't care.]

[undeadparts]

[She shrugs her shoulders, reaching for the pieces of cloth on the floor so she can redo her hammock.]

He doesn't keep me anywhere. I like being down here so I don't have to deal with people.

[Surprisingly, her tone of voice doesn't suggest "people like you". It's a general statement, really. ]

Besides, someone's gotta make sure the work gets done.

[rebellions]

[Meanwhile, Ragna will pretend he totally did not almost jump at her movement. Not at all. Fuck, getting used to a friggin' corpse wandering around wasn't in his contract.]

Pretty sure the feeling's mutual.

[He can't imagine anyone wanting to deal with... the hell is she, if not a zombie? WHATEVER.]

... What work?

[He has to ask because the first thing that comes to his mind is chopping off people's limbs, with the memories of what he saw in the fridge still fresh and whatnot. The second one has to do with BRAINS but he really doesn't want to pursue that line of thought.]

Pretty sure if she ate brains Zozo would be dead by now

[undeadparts]

Yeah, it usually is.

[No sense in lying about it.

...

"What work?"... Is this guy serious?]

I've got to make sure everyone's doing their jobs, and I have my own to do. Take care of Twitchy, clean the canons, swab the deck, you get the idea.

Those seem to be rare on this ship

[rebellions]

[Huh. At least she seems to be aware how unsettling her presence is... which isn't very comforting, but it's something.]

Oh. That crap.

[He honestly didn't expect anything so... mundane coming from what appears to be a pile of old, rotting body parts stitched together in the dark by a four years old.

SPEAKING OF WHICH.]

... I'm guessing the... things in that fridge are yours, then.

Sadly I don't think that's gonna change any time soon

[undeadparts]

[It gets kinda hard to ignore when people keep running away screaming or mistaking you for a zombie.

AND HEY HER BODY IS VERY WELL PUT TOGETHER FUCK YOU VERY MUCH

...is what she'd say if she could hear Ragna's thoughts and if she gave a shit. But alas, neither of those are true.]

Yep. I take it you were the idiot who opened my fridge and screamed?

[rebellions]

[It would be difficult not to make that mistake, really.

Okay, given what he's learned so far, it's mildly disturbing that some undead chick is keeping severed limbs down here, and that's a point Ragna would love to discuss and all, but there's one thing that takes priority.]

Hey! Who the hell are you calling an idiot?!

[... That's a yes.]

[undeadparts]

The person who opened my fridge. Which I guess is you.

[That was easy.]

That sign was there for a reason. If something happens to my spares who knows what could happen.

[rebellions]

Are you stupid or what? That sign says nothing! [Nothing that would stop Ragna, anyway.] If it was "WARNING: DEAD BODY AHEAD", then nobody would--

[Wait. Hold on a second. Did she just...]

... YOU CALL THAT "SPARES"? ARE YOU OUTTA YOUR GODDAMN MIND?!

[undeadparts]

[Oh my god does she have to explain everything? Usually Motochika takes care of the explainations, but guess it's her turn.]

No, more like outta my body. Mine got stolen so I had to bind my soul to one made of corpse parts. I keep spare parts in the fridge in case they fall off.

[rebellions]

[Oh, it's such a sad story, Ragna's almost moved to tears.



... LIKE HELL HE IS.]

Fall... off...

[Did he grow pale at that line? Quite possibly.]

[undeadparts]

Yep.

[No doubt Ragna will find it unnerving how casual she is about all this.]

[rebellions]

[That alone is disturbing enough, but given Ragna's experiences... It's making him pretty damn uncomfortable on a personal level.]

... Anyone ever told you you're creepy as hell?

[Just wondering.]

[undeadparts]

Coupla times. Usually before they run away screaming "zombie".

[rebellions]

And that surprises you?

[Because that sounds like. You know. COMMON SENSE.]

[undeadparts]

Not really. After the first month I got used to it...then after the first year or so it got annoying.

[rebellions]

[Does she honestly believe he's interested in the STORY OF HER LIFE?

The answer is no, as he has a more important question.]

... Where the hell do you even get those from?

[With that, he points at the fridge, disgust clearly painted all over his face.]

[undeadparts]

[Blink. Blink. She looks at his hand for a few seconds before turning her attention to where he's pointing - the fridge.]

Oh, those? I found them buried in a cemetery.

[rebellions]

... Isn't that desecration?

[This might sound ridiculous coming from the Grim Reaper, but he can't bring himself to care right now. Not when he's starting to feel really sick at the stomach, and something is telling him it's not sea sickness.]

[undeadparts]

Probably.

[...not seeing what the problem is.]