[X] Find a meat person to hug thank.
Part of you really wanted to join in the destruction occurring around you.
That side of you wanted to gleefully stoke the fires into a burning maelstrom, send explosive shells towards the defenceless moored ships, and pull out a thing which went "ratatata!" then spray bullets at their fragile hulls.
Conversely, the larger part of you was too busy to indulge in such flights of fancy. Instead you were mournfully mulling over the vague memory of having dropped your last "ratatata!" things into the waters quite some time ago.
In your defence it had been a pretty heavy thing to lug around while you sailed through the fog and you'd thought that you could maybe get out quicker if you had less weight slowing you down...
"
Oh, for the armaments lost and the opportunities found.
How my dark, dark heart weeps black tears at th-"
The sound of gunfire interrupted your soliloquy, causing you to frown briefly before you realised that in your quest for eloquence you had been ignoring your surroundings. That was likely a bad habit and one you promised yourself to get out of.
After all it was only an unappreciative audience who ignored the performance and, with burning buildings and sinking ships, this was quite the show.
Unhurriedly you headed for the nearest wharf where you could see any sort of activity going on. There were meat people moving, small flashes of light, and in general signs that someone there would be the one you could thank for the ongoing destruction.
Vaguely you recalled that there was a sort of thing you did to show liking and approval to someone. It was a very vague memory though, but you were pretty sure that it involve reaching around the meat person. with one arm on each side then
not crushing them to death.
It was a difficult maneuver in concept but, with practice, you were sure that you could manage a 'hug'.
While you might not be the fastest thing in the seven seas the harbour wasn't precisely the Atlantic ocean either so it took no time at all for you to reach the wharf from your starting point. The wharf (or maybe pier, the words seemed to overlap) was lower to the waves than the roads at the side of the harbour had been and several small craft tied up here, but of greater import were a cluster of figures ducked behind a set of crates.
With their back to the water this makeshift cover didn't really hide them from you, but it seemed to be doing its job as every so often one or another popped up to fire off a shot. You weren't at all sure who they were trying to shoot, but given how hard they were trying it had to be important to them.
"
Greetings from the black heart of the ocean depths!"" You said brightly from right behind them, using your very best eerie voice which just happened to vibrate off the droplets of ocean spray which were making your hair seem a mess. "
You have earned my approval through your earnest acts in si-""
The sudden sound of your voice had caused the four men to freeze in place for a moment, obviously paying close attention to your words as they should, but you hadn't gotten through your introductory speech when they dove in all directions.
You blinked, quickly checking the skies for any kind of incoming bombers or barrage which would have caused them to scatter, but nothing presented itself. Looking back down it was apparent that two of the four were running away, one was laying down and leaking red on the pier, and one had scattered in entirely the wrong direction.
Picking your way through the boats (mere future flotsam and jetsam in your opinion given how unarmed they looked) you knelt down on the waves surface. Carefully you took hold of the struggling meat person, who had apparent taken the phrase 'dive for cover' a little too literally or just gotten confused about which direction was which in the dark, then lifted him up out of the water.
"
Now that was silly of you." You informed the man, trying not to accidentally break any bits of the fragile thing as you transferred him back onto the dockside. "
I'm pretty sure you aren't a submarine to try doing that..."
You were a scion of the darkest waters, a great woman of the seas and death. You were majestic and wilful. And you definitely didn't shriek then drop him in disgust after he coughed a mouthful of something onto you.
"
Eeeww!" You scooped a handful of actual sea water up to wash off the 'stuff', "
What did you do that for?"
You didn't get any immediate answer as he continued coughing, but as he cleared his lung you kept trying to clear whatever he spat off of your chest.
His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke, still down on all fours, "I.. Thanks for saving me?"
"You are welcome?" You answered, spitefully leaving off the reverb that you'd worked so hard on. Someone who
spat on you like that didn't deserve to hear your voice in its full majesty. "I saw the fires and stuff so I came to see if you needed any help or anything."
"Ah...Thanks for the save." He hesitated then admitted, sounding rather sheepish, "We weren't the ones who were putting out the fires or anything. We were trying to have a protest, show that we wouldn't be pushed around, but some people got carried away and then the Teeth showed up."
You nodded even as you thought over the words.
Obviously he didn't want to be mistake for those who were stopping the destruction and gratuitous property damage seemed like a good way for a land-based being to demonstrate that they weren't a push over. That made those 'Teeth' (Perhaps it was a type of meat person?) obviously those who were trying to prevent the damage
"Do you need any help?" You wouldn't have wanted to butt into someone else's fight and accidentally ruin some ongoing strategy they were running. "I don't really have any weapons just now, but I'm stronger than I look."
As well as heavier, but you were not going to admit that. A lady never admitted to being a little over her ideal displacement.
"Well, since you're a cape," A quick glance down showed that you hadn't suddenly gained anything covering your glorious body, but you made the intuitive leap that he was talking about a class of meat person like 'destroyer' or 'cruiser'. "Maybe you could do something. You probably know what you can do better than I would though..."
He shrugged, "I can tell you about what is going on. Whatcha wanna know about though?"
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Out of the Fog
A (Not So) Safe Harbor 1.2
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UPDATE : The traits "Empty Handed" and "Watery Weapons Locker" have been revealed.
What single question do you start with?
(Vote indicates intended course of action.
Write-ins must be validated by the QM in thread.)
[ ] "How do I tell who is on your side?" (Cooperate with 'allies'.)
[ ] "Do they have any 'capes' here?" (Seek and destroy.)
[ ] "What is in all these containers?" (Attempt to re-arm.
Likely to fail.)
[ ] "What sort of weapons do they have?" (Frontal assault.)
[ ] <Write-in: Short question fitting the character + two to three word course of action.>