Wralandir ~ Mirova Ocean ~ Bijou Cove
Contemplating a Dive
Tuesday ~ April 13 ~ 7962 ~ 12:02:34 a.m.
Felixis Nox: Phantasm
Presently, Felix found himself perched on the starboard side of one among many oceanfaring vessels, looking out upon the dark water with an odd mix of trepidation and comfort. Part of him was incredibly at home here, and would be even more so if her were currently submerged. The other part was, after all, still rather catlike, and the idea of being wet was not his favorite. All the same, the nymph in his blood felt called to the ocean, and as a particularly strong swimmer in either form, joining the frontal assault in this case just made sense.
Without Ai Lin, his magical help was rather sparse, but it wasn’t something he minded so much. He’d grown accustomed to its lack in the past year-and-some. More tragic in his humble opinion was the lack of attractive women generally, something about which he had complained at length, though he doubted anyone really bothered listening to him. He didn’t actually
care that much, but, well… making conversation with this lot wasn’t exactly the easiest exercise in the world, and had stretched even his legendary charm a bit thin at points. He didn’t miss her magic that much, but Ai Lin was quite adroit with intelligent conversation. Occasionally, he thought he’d put up with the dryad again if only for want of pleasant exchanges. Everyone here was so… intense. They probably all went to sleep with migraine headaches. He certainly did.
Granted, there was an enchanter in their midst now, and while Nox had nothing against... whatever the guy actually was, he still liked magic no more than he always had, and tended to refuse the help. It didn't really smooth matters over that Saras seemed intent on taking in considerably more information than he gave out. There was power in that, and Felix knew it well. He'd neatly changed the subject every time his personal history was probed into. You never knew who would pay for information on people with reputations like his, especially if they were of the opinion that you were illegally emancipated.
Taking a deep breath, he removed his hands from the ship’s railing, so as to balance there with only his feet. He was already wearing naught but a pair of trousers so as to avoid being weighted down by wet clothes, but he was getting the uncomfortable sensation that his lash-scars were drawing attention, so he tossed his headband back onto the deck with his shirt and sash and jumped, swan-diving into the water with almost no disturbance to its surface.
The ocean was about as cold as he’d expected, but hypothermia was a problem for someone without giant sea-serpents to worry about. Koga’s voice carried vaguely from somewhere, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before the creatures arrived if he was already making the battle-speeches. Slicing through the water with sure strokes, Felix drew himself alongside the frontmost boat in the fleet. He had something of a plan for the coming battle, but it wasn’t much of one. He was just lucky he could hold his breath for minutes at a time. Never thought I’d have reason to thank that ancestor, but there you go. Never thought I’d be slaying giant monsters either, so that just shows what I know.
Wralandir – Mirova Ocean – Bijou Cove
Out of Her Element
Tuesday – April 13 – 7962 – 12:04:12 a.m.
Nepthys, The Condemned
The small boat at the back of the fleet rocked gently with the lapping waves of the cove, but Nephthys was too far into her mindspace to register it as she had been previously. This was fortunate, since she’d spent the last few hours seasick enough that she was vomiting over the side of the ship, earning herself more than a few snickers from the crew of hardy seafolk. Of course, the baleful look she’d sent them afterwards had been misinterpreted for vehemence, and none of them had so much as looked at her since. She was used to this, though, and chose not to hold it against them.
Instead, she’d settled herself out of the way, up in the crow’s nest of this particular ship, seated with her back to the mast, legs folded and arms adopting a meditative posture- loose and relaxed on her knees. Because of her poor swimming strength, it was not intelligent for her to serve her usual role in this confrontation, and so instead she was maintaining telepathic content with all of her allies- their thoughts would all filter into her mind, but she would not retain any of the information unless something was directed at her. This way, she would be able to apply her considerable telekinetic talent where necessary, or relay mental messages from one person to another. Additionally, she would have the best grasp of the flow of the battle as a whole, and could therefore direct the other ships as necessary.
Unbeknownst to most, she was also keeping a measure in reserve, to be used only if absolutely necessary. Should a distraction be required, she would assault the mind of one of the creatures directly, hopefully with enough force to possess it temporarily, but otherwise for the mere sake of interrupting it. It was a large risk, and for this reason, she had discussed it only with her small party of fellow legend-slayers, but it was still possible if required of her.
She felt the approach of minds from a great distance, and sent the information to the Captain of the Fat Dragon, who would hopefully inform Koga and through him, the rest. The fewer mental messages she had to send, the better.