He hummed lightly as he weighed his options, before slowly starting to walk up the stairs, sending an echolocation click ahead of him to look for danger.
As Coyote walks up the stairs his clicks bounce and reverberate up the twisting hall. He can see that at random there are small alcoves.
inside the alcoves are what must be windows judging by the way his echoes come back. Some of them have Statues? Pillars? Some kind of thick stone thing in the center.
And as you near the first alcove you find that the darkened staircase is growing lighter and you're sure about the windows as you turn the corner you are briefly startled as you are faced with a darkened figure clad in ragged robes. You ready for combat but, after a second you realize. It's a large statue of some kind. It's clothed in robes that at one point in time must have been expensive and regal but, by this time with the open window behind it and no care it was motheaten and becoming thin. The Statue itself was carved exquisitely and you would swear that it was a really person smiling kindly down at you. There was a small brass plaque at the base if the statue that was tarnished and had a thick patina on it. It seemed old and at one point in time well cared for.
Kill an Emperor Radish? Well, that was just silly- err, Zadish! She meant Zadish! "That's it?" Kill a head of state for state-secrets? A good trade! "Just give me a face and I'll blow him up sky high!" The Mental Model proclaimed, smile wide, hands to her hips, only to falter as a realization hit her. "He's going to be on a ship, right? I'm not authorized to shoot land-based targets that don't engage hostilities with me."
Were she a wiser and bigger boat, PT-41 would have asked why exactly the Emperor had to die, and what the ramifications of it were. In fact, she would have asked Mary 256 a whole lot more questions, but she was far too busy being smug at her soon-to-be-assassination attempt.
Mary 256 chuckled and a file downloaded itself onto yourself your drive. The picture is of an older man with a bronze crown clothed in a robe of a deep cerulean. His Left arm is gone beneath the elbow and ends in a large ornate hook. Directly behind the man is a large mechanical looking being in a red velvet suit with a large glowing cannon for a left arm. Then right in front of the Man you assume to be the Emperor is....Mary?
O'Rourke moves over to the sonar area, pausing for a moment he finally says let's go for the Eastern one and put me on all frequencies radio" as soon as he got to the station he said this "This is His Majestys Ship the Hermes. We demand your immediate identification, in the Name of the King and The United British Empire"
Thisshig "Um, This is the freighter SS Humber How can I help you?"
Thisshig A younger sounding woman's voice replies. She sounds american and nervous. As she speaks your radio hit a another contact different than the previous one this one is larger and is clearly a ship of your size or larger. It's coming from the East and stays on the radar unlike the other one.
Karen sighed, before switching into the ninth stance of Racing the Seven Suns, and blurring into motion. In a second she was at the table, her hand wrapping around the larger sharkman's lower jaw, while her other hand grabbed the hilts of both the swords, even as her left leg was planted firmly in the middle of the man with the skeleton's tattoos chest, keeping him from reaching the other shark man. Her last leg kept her balanced on the ground, one sole toe touching the floorboards.
In short, she interposed herself between every attack.
"I see you chose the option 'let's all have regrets'. Good going. In the name of the Demiurges, how about you all calm down?"
As the men that surround you all glare at you and each other you all hear the sound fo the bartender set the glass that he had been washing down. Then the around of light grunt as he lightly vaults over the bar. He speaks aounding exasperated. " Boy's, I have you a place to stay during the rain and this what you do. And in front of New Comer to these parts?" He gestures to you as he speaks. The man with the tattoos takes a step and the flesh of his arms slow extinguisha itself while the two swords stop trying to rip themselves from your grip and instead hang limply in your hand.
The larger shark man doesn't release the mans head though and instead spend around both the head and your hand his jaws not moving. "Ah, Benji you saw and heard the little bloghter. I couldn't let an insult against me honor, tattered though it may be, stand."
FFNF Saint-
Louis
Gallian Sailing Ship's Deck
'... Zoomies? Those are aircraft yes?' I asked my Captain and Vice-Captain to which both nodded and made me relax considerably, after all, one of the worst things that could happen to warships at sea is getting caught with their pants down by hostile aircraft.
Ignoring the looks I'm receiving, I loudly breathe a sigh of relief before looking up at where the supposed allied aerial contacts are.
"Ah." Uttered my mouth as I not only recognize what those leg machinery are and exaggeratedly despair as a certain series comes to mind.
Hands on the floor and dropping down to my knees, I sighed and cursed in my mind disregarding the fact that my crews are listening.
"Ughh.... What did I do to receive this..."
'Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...! Of all the settings there could be for a warship, I got friggin' Strike
fuckin Witches
!? The series in which the god damn Neuroi, the Baddies of the show, makes and fires LASERS like the fucking ORKS of Warhammer 40k?!'
There is quite for a second before a new female voice pipes up. "I'm is the weird girl who reads like a ship on radar okay? I mean other than that stuff." You hear some muffled signs and then a rough hand rests on your shoulder. " ah Madamesolle, " the Kaptain's voice sounds awkward. "Are okay? You seems to be...distressed. Are you alright?"
I let out a small sigh of relief after I narrowly avoided being turned into mush, at the cost of my hearing it seems. That relief was short lived however as I saw my...allies (?) being overwhelmed by an army of LARPers, all while a rickety wooden ship fired at them from the sea.
Where the Hell did all of these guys come from? This place was a ghost town just moments ago, as if they just crawled through the ground! And just how many are there?
These questions would have to be left unanswered, atleast for now, for the only friendly people I've met so far are now at risk of being overwhelmed, and I doubt their attackers would treat me any differently. Now, it is the time for action!
"Midmire, do you see that ship over there?" I asked my undead mount while pointing to the wooden ship, "I'm going to need you to burn it to ashes, can you do that for me? Grunt once if yes, twice if no." Midmire grunted once and I grinned, "alright! Let's get going then!"
Midmire began to fly towards the wooden ship, ready to cover it in the dragon's dark flame.
As Midmire makes his way towards the wooden ship you can see that the strang copper cannon is slowly turning towards you and though your fairly certain you can avoid whatever comes out you make sure to keep moving in such a way that the ship isn't able to get a firing pattern on you with the cannon. A couple of the smaller guns and a few muskets fire at you most of the smaller cannons miss you by miles and the few musket balls that hit bounce of Midmires hide and as you swoop down to cover the ship in Midmires flames you spare a glance towards girls on the docks you just manage to catch sight of two forty mm grenades one right after the other fly into the center of the group of men trailing a light grey smoke and as they landed in a surprisingly small explosion that never the less proved to be extremely effective as the mass of men began to scatter as those closest to the explosion desperately try and pat out flames that have sprouted on them.
"Well that went well," Chang'e said with a smile, "That was beautiful as always girl, remind me to give you some extra grooming later." before scratching a the Lurantis behind the head at a spot she knew she liked. Next to her she could already see Prism working on cleaning up the deck, which mainly consisted of him eating the corpse pieces and any other garbage that was just laying around.
With that out of the way she approached the jewel-like object that had been in the weird monster's corpse, she had been a trainer long enough to know not to touch something you didn't know about. So she grabbed the closest thing to a stick she could find a poked it.
The Closest thing turned out to be a partially melted rifle of some sort. It looks like that at some point it was left in some kind of massive heat but, now is just slightly warm to the touch as the tip of the rifle lightly jabbed at the jewel-like object the wound that it poked out off ripped open the rest of the way and the object slopped to the ground along with a good portion of the things remaining blood. Sitting in the pool of the blood, now completely open to the air, is a red helix made of dark red quartz like substance.
Viktor waited for a moment longer before lowering his wand, though he didn't completely let his guard down; he knew he'd heard something out there, and this fog was not natural.
Still, nothing was going to be solved by simply standing here, waiting for whatever lurked out there to make its move. Vasil Dimitrov, the Bulgarian team's captain, had always advocated an active response to adversity, and that belief had guided the team through many a tough game. "Keep your eyes peeled," he said to the others, switching back to Norwegian (the main language of Durmstrang). "There might be something out there, and even if there isn't we can't afford to crash into any rocks in all this fog."
As the others turned their gazes back to what they'd been doing, Viktor made his way to a witch who was peering into the fog above the ship: Sofie Hagen. Although a talented student, especially in Potions, Viktor knew that the only reason Karkaroff had brought her was because of her Astronomy skills being useful for guiding the ship, and he'd made no effort to hide that fact. It wasn't just her to suffer that indignity: Karkaroff had been so convinced that Viktor would be the Champion and win the tournament that he'd only brought anyone else for appearances sake.
Again, Viktor found himself glad that the man was gone. The students of Durmstrang deserved better.
"See anything?" he asked as he reached her. He didn't, but if anyone could glean some idea of where they were, it was Sofie.
And even if she didn't... Viktor had an idea of how to fix that.
Sofie curses under breath as she stares at the sky. "This fog is to thick for me to even try and get us anywhere by star It's like someone poured an entire philter of fog in the ocean around us." She glares at the surronding fog before shuddering. "And Viktor..." she pauses for a moment. "I swear I saw something on the deck when I came to."
Huh... Interesting. I drive? Sail closer, around 300 feet from the shore and drop whatever anchor I have. Which seems to be a chain latched to the back of the boat, onto a rather heavy boot. Why a boot? Maybe it was one of my spares... who knows.
I seem to be able to still float, so I check my handgun and make my way over to the shore.
Upon landing I shout out to the shack, and whatever the hell else might be out here, and then place my hands on my hips, giving a very cocky demeanor as I glance around.
"YO! Anyone living here? Saw your shack from a ways off and was wondering if it was a castaways type situation."
Silence grips the air as your voice echoes into the still warm air. and for a few seconds, your worried that the hut is empty or worse full of something no longer living when the front door slams to the ground an 8 foot tall lizard man in a pair of ragged cargo shorts and shredded Hawaiian shirt runs out of the small shack. "Och, thenk th' laird in heaven an' aw his saints! Ah thooght Ah was dain fur!" He smiles in what you would assume is joy but, the mass of sharp teeth that dominate his mouth leaves you unsure.
