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Contesting The Maw - Part 2
Dec. 9th, 2015 01:34 pmMad plans and a vista to match.
Souls? Matthias doesn't pause, though he looks about. It seems to be mostly the embodied variety of soul, most trying to make sure this is something more than a complicated form of suicide. He eases out of his boots as quick as he can, while holding onto the nearby rigging. He also sets aside some very nice looking exotic blades, with a glare at the crew promising pain to any who take it. Then he's up helping to move the skiff out and to get aboard. He'll even row. No better time to learn than while slipping down into the Maelstrom. "Don't anybody start thinkin' heroics," he adds. "We can't clear out a ship's crew in a skiff while goin' sideways on a wall a' water." Okay, maybe he's been thinking about heroics. But from a pragmatic point of view, in which they ain't happenin'.
Gaval is staring at all that swirling water.. and then staring at Ruby as if she's a mad woman. Er.. more of a madwoman then he took her for to start with. Where the man came from is up for debate. most likely from below decks. He points out at the whirling mass of liquid as he speaks to Ruby. "You want us to go out there in a skiff? Gods mercy woman! This Bog of yours scares you that much compared to the Maw?"
Merrisol turns to squint off to the side in the direction of the alleged ship caught in the terrible pull of the spiraling funnel, before it careens beyond the Beast's line of sight. "Poor bastards. Perhaps they've got taboo burdens they're looking to dump, as well," he suggests, and might be serious about that. What, doesn't everyone have dark secrets? Skeletons in wardrobes filled with conveniently heavy weights? "Ruby can't be the only one who thinks The Maw is the ideal oubliette.." he adds, necessarily implying there are a lot of crazies out there on the bounding main. He sways and leans on the tipping deck while keeping his bared feet planted to the slick planks; the sailors obliged to hustle around on their hectic tasks. "So - the shoreboat stays tethered to the ship as she goes round, is that it?" he shouts. "What good will rowing do, then?"
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Souls? Matthias doesn't pause, though he looks about. It seems to be mostly the embodied variety of soul, most trying to make sure this is something more than a complicated form of suicide. He eases out of his boots as quick as he can, while holding onto the nearby rigging. He also sets aside some very nice looking exotic blades, with a glare at the crew promising pain to any who take it. Then he's up helping to move the skiff out and to get aboard. He'll even row. No better time to learn than while slipping down into the Maelstrom. "Don't anybody start thinkin' heroics," he adds. "We can't clear out a ship's crew in a skiff while goin' sideways on a wall a' water." Okay, maybe he's been thinking about heroics. But from a pragmatic point of view, in which they ain't happenin'.
Gaval is staring at all that swirling water.. and then staring at Ruby as if she's a mad woman. Er.. more of a madwoman then he took her for to start with. Where the man came from is up for debate. most likely from below decks. He points out at the whirling mass of liquid as he speaks to Ruby. "You want us to go out there in a skiff? Gods mercy woman! This Bog of yours scares you that much compared to the Maw?"
Merrisol turns to squint off to the side in the direction of the alleged ship caught in the terrible pull of the spiraling funnel, before it careens beyond the Beast's line of sight. "Poor bastards. Perhaps they've got taboo burdens they're looking to dump, as well," he suggests, and might be serious about that. What, doesn't everyone have dark secrets? Skeletons in wardrobes filled with conveniently heavy weights? "Ruby can't be the only one who thinks The Maw is the ideal oubliette.." he adds, necessarily implying there are a lot of crazies out there on the bounding main. He sways and leans on the tipping deck while keeping his bared feet planted to the slick planks; the sailors obliged to hustle around on their hectic tasks. "So - the shoreboat stays tethered to the ship as she goes round, is that it?" he shouts. "What good will rowing do, then?"
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