RP:Don't Rock the Boat

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Summary: Wally and Xzenomersh make their first appearance in hollow. Also starring Chekhu and Sabrina.

Xzenomersh | A long tiring night lay behind the sully crew, fighting through

the treacherous waves and milestones of the unforgiving seas befuddled

this grim band of misfits. Alas, off the crows nest "Land ho!" The over

watcher shouts. "Prepare to drop anchor and release sails gents," the

Captain of the May-Arhin shouts to his overworked and under-

compensated crew, "We have business to conduct so I want everyone

under attention." "Aye, sir!" The crew shouts in unison. The captain walks

down the deck to an iron cage in the flooring, "We have a special date for

you," he says with a sneer to the mangled body within its depths. The

creature inside lets out a short snort of disapproval and growls coldly

behind sharp splintered teeth. As the ship sets anchor and comes to a halt

off the cost the crew starts unloading other row boats and oars, preparing

to set off towards the inlet of Cenril in all its glory. "We'll make a fortune with

this new stock." The Captain says while rolling his hands together, the still

smirk of his lips unwavering. "You'll do well to remember your place,

beast!" He says to the creature in the cage, "You fight for me now! You live

for me now! And you'll die for me if I say it has to be so," He leans closer to

the cage and whispers, "Understand?" Xzenomersh, having exhausted all

his energy in earlier futile attempts of breaking the cursed bracers around

his wrists lets a low growl and snort shoot from his nasal. "Under... Stood."

He says in a low grumble. The captain peeks his head up in a manner of

superiority and grins ear to ear, "Good," he walks back to the rest of the

crew, "Pack 'em up and 'em out to Cenril. We'll be starting soon. I'm sure

there's plenty of people that will pay to try to take on our fair beast here."

"Aye, sir!" The crew worker says with a salute by bringing his right balled

fist towards his left shoulder and releasing back down. "And Conner," the

captain calls back, "don't let 'em escape, That wouldn't be very good for

you, or for me." Again, the sailor named Conner salutes with an "Aye, sir,"

and moves on his way to the cage while the Captain struts in his office.

"Time is closing in on you, lizard!" Conner says to the creature in the cage

before opening it, "You'll be lucky if you survive this place for long," Conner

says with a cackle, "You'd be lucky as well, human." Zen says back in a

cold tone allowing a pinch of pleasurable thoughts of ripping the mans

scurry head off his pompous shoulders. Conners eyes fade as he realizes

the creatures intuitive thoughts and gets the best of him before he reaches

his balled fist back and cracks a furious punch to the lizard mans temple,

the sound of cracking bone heard brings a smile forth from the beast,

"Thank you, sir, may I have another?" "Why you! You! Gah!" Conner walks

off rubbing his fist in pain. "Get him ready and off, we need to set sail!"


Wally had been enjoying his underwater snooze up until the point he knocked

his head against the the bottom of the boat. Normally in his previous life

this wouldn't have been so bad, but now being bipedal and a lot larger than

he had been, it hurt and he knew it because it rocked the ship. Pushing up

against the bottom the boat he lifted it with his hand pushing away from his

body so he could move out from under, then curling into a kneeling postion

he let boat sink back down with a visible splash. turning up at the ship he

thought he might take a look as soon as he rose up which he thought he

might wait a minute.


Xzenomersh could feel the ship shake beneath his feet and rock violently sending crew members spiraling down the sides and around masts and over the edge to meet their fate with Davey Jones. Zen, having been taught great balance and endurance manages to sink his back claws into the Oaken hardwood of the ships paneling stretching his feet into stance he hold steadfast as the boat wavers back into its upright position. "What the Blazes," the captain comes running out of his office, "What was that?!" He shouts to empty ears as most crew has been severely shaken, crushed and tangled together in a mass of blood and snot. "Get up you bunch of scallywags! I didn't teach y'all to be moanin' and groanin' 'bout a lil buck!" he scans the area to find Zen fully erect the entire time, "What did you do?" He threatens, waving a large bat in Zen's face. Zen shrugs and looks away, not saying anything, trying to hide the laughter as he scans around. "Conner," the captain shouts, "Conner!" no answer, "Conner?" Still no answer. The Captain runs around to look for his first mate and soon finds the fatal results. Poor Conner had been in the medical cabin to tend to his broken hand when the ship shook and sent him flailing down the steps and had been impaled in the back of the neck by a splintered mop pole. "Oh, Conner..." The captains eyes waver from sadness to anger as he looks and runs back to Zen, bat at the ready he charges, "You did this to him," he shouts and cracks the bat into Zen's kidneys, sending the seven foot four lizard to his knees, "I'll kill you!" He shouts smashing the bat down on the lizards back crumbling him to the ground all the way. "What... what of your precious profits then?" Zen says with a cackle, spitting out the putrid blood of his kin. The Captain stops and sighs, "You're right! I can't kill you yet. But you can forget getting those taken off any time soon." He says motioning to the shackles around his wrists. "We go to town now then." Upon departure, the captain looks back at the main ship, "What was that anyway?" he says, mostly to himself, a few of the crew all shrug and Zen just smirks. Until he's able to find a way for freedom, he'll have to maintain himself around the Captain... for now.


Sabrina couldn’t hear the orders and ruckus out on the water, she had a tendency to stick further inland but today found herself wandering, likely lost, on the coasts of Cenril. Her eyes are drawn to the unnatural movement along the breakers. It stilled her steps. Standing there cockeyed and staring off into the distance she simply waited to see what exactly was unfolding. In her experience, a boat rarely won against a creature so large in its own habitat. Sadly, this might mean she would have to take care of survivors. She exhales slowly and sits in silence, taking a position along the shore to view but not disturb the current altercation that the incoming tide would surely draw nearer.


Wally seeing the bodies begining to fall in the water he pauses, "Whoops" he bubbles out, and waits for a minute or three, before standing up above the water and turns his head toward the ship his shoulders coming up by about 6' above deck, Watching a lizard like man and a tall human moving off with their back to him he looks at the empty boat, and pokes it only causing the ship to almost capsize. he grabs it to steady only tearing off part of the hull. Dropping what he had in his hand he whistles the whistle one does when nobody saw anything, and walks ashore. "Reminder Wally, don't rock the boat."


Xzenomersh happened to look back just in time to see the wreckage of the boats final standing, a loud laugh excapes his maw only to be sinenced by a prod to the gut by the Captain and his bat, "Shut up you twit! I shoul have your head for that!" Zen shrugs, taking in the moments of victory--or what little victory he could see such a mess. The captain frowns at the wreckage of the May-Arhin and salutes the fallen ship, and it's crew that had been part of the final destruction. All that remains now being himself, two mates and Zen. "And then there were three," one of the two mates says with long sigh, a salute given to the fallen and and a nod of the head, even a fractal of a tear forming on the side of his eyes. As they pull into shore they make Zen pull the boat in, ignoring the giant Orca until it seems to come by closer. "Captain," The bald crew mate shouts, pointing to the even larger beast, "Look! Have you ever seen anything like it?" The Captain shakes his head, "I can't say as I have... but I bet plenty of people would pay good money to see such a thing!" A twinkle of gold sparkles in the captains eye as he envisions the large Orca in an even larger aquatic pool, people coming from all over to see it swim around, do tricks and stuff, "I bet they'd pay great for this!" The Captain grabs a large crossbow from the inlet of the row-boat and loads a poison tipped arrow into the slot, "Don't just stand there like idoits, Help me catch this thing!" He shouts to his crew before firing the dart towards the Orca. "You, beast," he says to Zen, "Go get it! Wear it down! I want that thing caught and bound. Now go!" "Yes... Master.." Zen says before running up a nearby dock by where the Orca stands and jumps at the giant creature, claws ready to pierce any flesh he can grab so he can start climbing up the creature to reach it's head for a better opportunity for infliction.

Sabrina’s brows raise in surprise as Wally tips his little teapot, but after seeing half the new creatures that crawled out of this ocean she was far from surprised. She watches his entire trek to shore, almost accusingly yet still riddled with some level of astonishment. Should she talk to it? Maybe feel out the situation first unless it tried to talk to her. Unlikely as she sat still as a statue with her knees pulled close to her form. She must’ve looked like a speck to him, maybe some washed ashore rock that time forgot along the otherwise smooth sandy abyss. The men come to shore first, and it wasn’t unusual since the Orca thing was trying to play off his carnage with denial. She rises, to what is possibly an occasion that merited a person of her profession. She helps Zen pull the boat to stable ground, though it was through motion alone since her form could not possibly assisted with anything involving actual strength. “Are you okay?” A needless whisper, since it was also obvious to eyes that had seen slavery before that he was in fact not okay. Her eyes catches the Captain and his crossbow, firing that shot which made her angry. Granted she wasn’t much for a witness, likely easily disposed of, but then she did wear a bit of shine that made her look rather important whether she was soaking her current attire in saltwater or not. “Captain, stay your men.” It was not a request. The barely five foot, raven haired elfess was quite demanding given the multitude of enforcement she seemed to have misplaced.


Wally| it was strange, he felt it coming before he saw it, reaching out with his hand he back slapped arrow in the shaft and turned around with a glare, but not before seeing the lizard like man running up to claws outstretched. crouching his legs he leaps and backflips into a sandune, reaching down in the sand throwing sand in the lizards path like a minature sandstorm. "Harpoon me, your dead!' he growled at the captain.


Xzenomersh can only look up in awe as the creature before him as it leaps with a backwards arch into the sand, ~I know this game,~ he thinks to himself, squinting his eyes and allowing the extra layer of spectacle to cover the rest of the open eye. Barely visible with dust and sand flailing around he switches direction and gives chase. back at the other side, the two crew members gather other instruments as needed, a net a grappling hook and an extra harpoon for the each of them. "My fair lady," The Captain says to Sabrina, "This is no place for a woman," He says, trying to be kind, but yet rather annoyed by the way she invokes her voice in his presence. He doesn't like it when others give him orders, he wouldn't be a captain if he did! But as expected, Sabrina's words go unheeded as the Captain readies another bolt. "This time, I'll make sure I get you, my precious!" Zen leaps from side to side on nimble feet, fighting his way through the storm of sand being spew from the hole, he licks his claws, giving them a layer of venom from his saliva that if introduced into the blood could cause mild hallucinations, hyper ventilation, speeding of the heart pumping and failure of the central nervous system. Seriously frustrated, the two buccaneers ready the net around some harpoons and start trekking toward the large shored whale. if they could keep from harming it more than needed, that's their order, but sometimes you never know. The two crew members, while using Zen as a distraction sneak around the dune to post the nets around, the nets being enchanted in a simular manner as the bracelets around Zen's wrists would give a feeling a calmness and serenity to those caught within its grasp, to ease pain and make it easier to control. The Captain waits for the opportune time and fires the second arrow and quickly readies another while Zen gets closer to the dune, he leaps toward the Orca again, this time he wasn't going to let it get away.


Sabrina frowns at his words. Besides, he wasn’t a captain- where was his ship? He had no authority here. Luckily the self-proclaimed narcissist was a lousy shot. The elfess manages her way within arm’s reach of the brute and slides a slender hand to his wrist that housed the weight of the bow. He would find the weapon to be rather heavy, and if he managed to spend the time to look upon the frail thing that touched him he would find a darkness in her eyes that was practically seething. She was not violent by nature, but she had bonded with a beast from the seven hells and there was nothing sweet or forgiving about her glare. A simple human would not fully understand the sensations she sent through his form until he found his legs weak and his weapon too heavy to hold. Her voice is calm- soothing even when she speaks again. “Call them back.” She may have not fully understood the situation, but the man would have little choice under direction of an Ardent to argue the matter. There was no escape, she was already completing the life-draining action and it left him little time to comply before his very consciousness would betray him. She wouldn’t kill him, but damn it she would put him down and as a human this task was all but too easy.


Wally knew the lizard was darting through what he did not see coming was where, but he felt it, as claws sliced at his leg, it hurt but he knew that for the size of the creature its claws could not claw deep enough beyond the blubber. But sensing it had done this as poison attack, he felt the need to play along. So he put a hand to his head between his eyes faking possible halucinations and made his breath shallow and fast, finally he knelt knowing that the creature would use his hand to move toward his neck, the second he was in his hands he collapsed his hand around his body holding it fast. Turning his head he saw the elf and could only smile in her direction.


Chekhu :: It is a fantastic night to run. The moon is full, the wind is fitful, and the sea is reasonably calm. The constant thunder of the breakers would be soothing to Chekhu if she weren't so terrified of the vastness of the water so close by. The foxkin has come to the beaches of Cenril as a dual-purpose training exercise. She wishes to improve her endurance, and she intends also to conquer her fear of the ocean in the process. So she runs, scarlet hair flying out behind her, red leather hugging but not impeding her short, lithe form. Her vulpine ears are inundated by the sound of the surf, her nose assailed by the stench of salt and rocks and dead things in brine. It is exhilarating to be doing something she loves in such close proximity to something she so deeply fears; to say that the little foxkin is keyed up would be a huge understatement. And so it happens that she comes pelting down the beach, heading south, and catches sight of the unfolding spectacle by moonlight. Immediately she skids to a halt, silky sand spraying out from beneath her bare feet as she crouches down and begins to scan the situation for possible threats. There is a woman - could it be Sabrina? her faint telltale scent suggests this might be so - a peculiar lizard-thing, an enormous...something for which Chekhu has no words nor point of reference. And there are nets, weapons, the smell of tainted blood and the look of a trap to her admittedly naive and untrained eyes. As quickly as her sprint halted, it begins afresh; Chekhu makes a beeline for Sabrina, nearly barrelling into her before she can stop herself. "Oh no no!" she cries, paying no mind to whatever anyone else might do. "No this won't do, won't do not at all. No. They trying to capturing him? That big beast thing? With their nets and their spears and their bolts?" The little woman has a look of growing fury on her foxy face, and her lips peel back in a rather ferocious snarl. Sharp little teeth are fully on display. "Cowards!" she shouts, and her voice is shrill in its urgency. "Cowards!" She has no immediate plans for the future, but one thing is for certain; some injustices simply cannot be allowed to pass.




Xzenomersh knows how his venom reacts to others, he knows something is fishy about this creature, but he didn't think it would be quite as fishy as this. Something is wrong, something is very wrong, he can sense it like a bad disease. It makes him unnerving and the scales on his back feather out ever so slightly, his tail whips from side to side as he starts climbing up the large creature, as just as was predicted, was crawling up part of the beasts hand and is ensnared by the massive thing. Wiggling and wobbling he tries to free himself the massive grasp, using any method he can think of, tail-whipping, biting and scratching whatever surface he can get to. He allows his back scales to furrow more as an extra precaution to escape, hopefully, if his clawing and biting wouldn't work, the sharp scales on his back might give the creature an extra reason to let go of him. The Captain's eyes waver as start to gloss over as his mind start to feel like a snow globe , "I-" He stutters, "I-" He mumbles, "I can't... believe..." His eyes shift from the woman whom had touched his hand to his crew on the field, "A-" He stumbles for words, the crossbow starting to droop down as the weight surpasses him, "A... woman.." he drops to his knees, "I-" his mind falls blank and all he can think about is how the creature had killed his crew and ruined his ship, he had nothing.. he was nothing, a nobody. No! He still has a slave! He still has something! The world is not over for Captain Reginald Spaulding. "Get-" The Captain starts, "Back... Back off!" He finally musters the strength to shout to his crew before falling face first in the sand. The two crew members left stop dead in their tracks and turn around to find the Captain face down with the woman hovering over his body, "The Capt'n!" They shout to each other in unison before running over to them, "Capt'n! Capt'n!" The bald one shouts before looking to Sabrina, "Wha- What did you do to him?! What happened?!" It's almost too much for them to handle, but they're all that's left of their former crew and they needed to stay with their leader.

Sabrina squints up to the approaching males. When the elfess is barreled into her features soften, the black abyss that swarms in her eyes shifts almost instantly to a seafoam green- as much control as she could muster on such short notice. She runs her fingers along the tangles forming at the nape of Chekhu’s neck, gently untangling yet reassuring her at the same time. She too would not stand for this, evidence thereof being the captain paying very close attention to the details of every grain of sand. She steps over his motionless form, turning to Chekhu she adds “You watch him, if he moves, hit him in the head very hard, okay?” Her next steps lead towards the men with nets, fearless she was but then… it was no secret she was nearly impossible to permanently injure in melee situations. Heading to meet the faithful idiots halfway, and thereby keeping immediate danger away from Chekhu she simply states. “The Captain has decided upon a nap.” Her eyes scan the not too far distance at the upheaval of sand and driftwood that was two warriors, now in a fair battle. She would not intervene unless she needed to but she did take proper note that the ‘slave’ was now acting on his own accord and was teetering the brink of losing any assistance she once thought to offer him.  


Wally wondered why so many things had to be sharp and pointy. Sharks had teeth, manta rays had barbed tails and thos annoying urchins were such a pain to remove, this creatures sharpness was nothing new. He held it firmly so that it could not escape. And walked over to elf and kneeled eyeing first the two men, and then acknowleding the elf. "I owe you my dignity and life, but do you have anything that can pacify this." He said holding out his hand with the thrashing lizard. He also eyes the fox girl who holds the oar above the captains head and eyes her with plead of "please whack him."


Chekhu :: The hand touching her hair is a sudden and rather unwelcome surprise. For a brief instant, her mind harbours thoughts of turning and biting the elf's arm, one quick surgical slash of a predator's teeth to teach a lesson for touching what has not been offered. As quickly as the thought surfaces, though, it dissipates, leaving only shame in its wake. Unwelcome as the touch upon her hair was, the foxkin knows that Sabrina is only trying to reassure her. When she speaks, Chekhu listens, then nods curtly, hunching down a little to scrutinize the captain. She cannot help but give Sabrina's back a scowl, though, as the elf walks away toward the other crew members. Chekhu has lately given credence to the idea that a lot of people probably think her a half-wit, owing to her peculiar speech patterns and carefree attitude; unfortunately, the way Sabrina has spoken to her, intentionally or not, has reinforced this unfair impression, and Chekhu seethes with quiet annoyance. She has been given a task though, and is more than capable of fetching the captain a hard blow to the head - perhaps several of them - with foot or fist should the man even think about rising. Small and youthful-looking she may be, but this wilder has the taut musculature and grim resolve of someone used to, if not happy about, conflict. She replaces her erstwhile scowl with a silent snarl, showing teeth, warning away any would-be rescuers of the supine captain. A low, threatening growl ripples in her throat. Her ears twitch restlessly, and her little fingers toy fretfully with a twist of her hair. A creature of contrasts, for certain.


Xzenomersh seems to be unable to shake himself free of the eminent grasp of the Orca, wearing himself down to near exhaustion he looks up to the beat, "If you're going to kill me, do it already! I'd rather be dead now than have to take orders from that scabbard!" He pounds his fists on the giant a few more times before giving up with a heavy sigh. The two crew members just look in awe at the captain and the newcomer foxkin lady, "What is going on here?!" The fat one asks, "A nap," the bald one states in disbelief, eyeing Sabrina up and down before carefully making his way back to the captain to check for a pulse.

Sabrina holds a certain half-smile for the feral growlings of the foxkin behind her. The same smile she’d have been awarded if the bite had been inflicted. There was a reason she signed the creature to the ranks, she saw purpose and reason behind the untrained nature of the tiny beasty.  She is at odds with the level of intellect the Orca provided, with common falling from his toothy grin almost better than her own. No, it was better, without a doubt. She looks down to Zen and then up at Wally. “Maybe if you stop squeezing him he will be less wormy.” She didn’t take to stealing energy for the sake of exerting superiority; Wally already had him under control and it was not her place to add insult to injury. To Zen “I’m not in the business of killing, quite the contrary, actually.” She senses the movement headed towards the very capable lass and that half-smile returns. “Bear in mind -she- might not share my appreciation for life.” She was, after all, Chekhu’s teacher in the art of healing; it was the foxkins discretion to happen upon the scenario whether she finds or creates the injured specimen.


Wally looks at the lizard in his hand, "if loosen my grip will you behave or should i just toss you in the air like a piece of popcorn... you should know what comes next." Turning to the elf. "I rather not kill but as you can see...." he waves his free hand toward the sinking remains of the ship, "...stuff happens." "Your foxy friend there, something tells me her teeth are not her sharpest feature," he then spoke to the foxkin, "if you play chess remind me not to bet against you."


Chekhu stops her growling and scowling long enough to give the huge creature nearby a toothy but generally friendly smile, before her attention is diverted by the approaching crewman. The foxkin's mood disappears in a trice, replaced by her formerly watchful, guarded demeanour. She bounds forward toward the captain, leaps over him and then ploughs into the crewman chest to chest. Without stopping to think, she hooks her left leg around the man's waist and squeezes tight, then wraps her arms round his neck and settles her pointed chin on his shoulder. When she leans in close to whisper, her voice is throaty and clearly audible. "Well hello hello." Her teeth click together within half an inch of the man's earlobe. "You are brave, yes? Brave, with a little woman ready to tear off your ear? Do you shake, big man? Do you tremble? Do you fear for your ear?" She looses a delighted little giggle, and her eyes, normally a watery blue, now appear to be lit from within. She bears down with her left leg, squeezing his waist more tightly still. She clicks her teeth together again, then flicks out her tongue so that it barely touches the bald man's skin. "Oh, this will be tasty, yes yes. Your captain is fine though. He lives. I won't kill him. Or maybe..." Chekhu's hands clamp on the back of the man's head, trying to force him to look down; there, the foxkin's right foot can clearly be seen bridging the captain's neck, with the arch of her foot pressed against it. "I'm just a little thing," she murmurs, "just a little thing. But all you have to do is scare me, push me away, or say the wrong thing. That's all. And my heel goes--" She twitches her ankle, and as promised, the foxkin's bare heel pushes on the captain's windpipe. "CRUNCH!" She yells this last word directly into the bald man's ear at nearly ear-splitting volume, then bursts into a spate of inhuman laughter.


Xzenomersh watches the excursion going on between the bald crewman and the foxkin, hearing her shout "crunch' sends a vibrant chill up his spine "NOO!!!" He shouts, growling at the Orca, "Let me go! HE cannot die! Not yet!" he starts squirming around again, this time taking another approach and shifting his tail between himself and the giant Orca's hand. Wiggling his tail and body he relaxes the spines on his back to become a more smooth surface to maximize the extent of the wiggling to instead go deeper into the whales hand and slip through the bottom of his palm. As he lands with a thud he doesn't miss a beat to start running to the foxkin and the bald man, throwing the fat crewman out of the way like a branch in the forest. He stops but five feet away from the Foxy lady and pants, "Don't do it," He pleads, "You can't." He hisses, showing the bracelets, "I'll die too if you do it, and I cannot allow that to happen." His lips twitch into a short smirk, "At least not yet."

Sabrina is all but pulled to a stop in every way, her head lent back to watch Chekhu either impressed or mildly irritated. Her brows come together like a cross mother, tasking silently at a childish outburst to which she had no control. She wasn’t the foxkin’s keeper though, and she was free to do as she wished. Her lips purse together as she pulls a stray stubborn strand behind pointed ear. The nightwind along these shores were never without vigor. As if disappointed in her general behavior the elfess treks more inland, leaving the group to do as they will. Her part was done, containing an unfair advantage. When Zen slips from Wally’s grip she is almost exasperated when she turns to watch some new version of an old commotion. She gestures to his shackles. “See Ranok, Rynvale’s runesmith.” Before turning once more and walking up the sandy hill with the sea to her back and this drama left to unfold in her absence.


Wally growling that the lizard got away he grabs the remaining man, "say hello to jones for me." And with that he tossed the man a great distance into the sea.


Chekhu :: Chekhu's shout has precisely the result she had hoped for. The bald man stumbles back a pace, dragging the foxkin with him, and her heel leaves the vicinity of the captain's trachea. It scuffs up sand as the man stumbles, and the foxkin disengages herself from his body with practised ease, feet coming to rest squarely on the sand. The little woman is thrumming with nerves, but her face shows no fear, and her eyes still seem to dance with that merry, inner light. She is now standing squarely between the crewman and his captain. "Scared you, I did. Yes, I did." She claps her small hands together in delight. "Good enough. You didn't hurt him, I didn't hurt you. This time. But he's mine. I'm guarding him. You're going to stay away now. Or the next time, it can be part of you that crunches." Another run of laughter, and this one is far less maniacal and far more pleasant to the ear; this foxkin, despite the gravity of the situation, is clearly having some twisted form of fun. She looks over toward Wally just in time to see him casually heave a fat man out to sea, and her big blue eyes go wide. "Can he swim?" Her own fear of deep water causes her to feel a surge of empathy for the poor fellow.


Xzenomersh as well looks back to find the fat man hurled out to sea and chuckles. Upon hearing Chekhu ask if he could swin he shrugs and looks to the bald man, "You okay?" He asks, more out of necessity than general concern. the bald man shakes, eyes wide and palms sweaty, "I-I-I", Zen shakes his head, "You're alive! Yes!" the bald man nods and rubs his ear, still ringing from the shout, "I thought she was gunna eat my ear!" Zen chuckles, "She should have." the bald man frowns and looks to the Captain and back at Zen, "What should we do?" Zen laughs again, "I'm the slave, remember. You're supposed to give me the orders. But we gotta get the Captain out of here before the twilight chill comes in and he could freeze to death. The bald crewman nods and agrees, "But we have no ship.. that... that..." he points to Wally, "That THING, destroyed it! We have nothing to go back to, nowhere to hide, and I hate this place as it is! I'm going back to Rynvale, maybe I can get my old job back as a fish handler." Zen sighs and lets the bald man walk off. Looking Chekhu in the eyes, "I require my master, please," He says with just enough authority to be heard, but not as much to be threatening, after all this woman hold the key to his--and by that, the captain's life, in her hands.


Wally growls, "this thing has a name, and its starting to get hungry." He said emphasizing his words.


Chekhu stands still for a moment, pondering the lizard-thing's words. She looks him up and down, focuses intently on the bracelets at his wrists for a moment. Then she gives the captain a sidelong look, shakes her head, and appears to come to a conclusion. "You're a slave thing? You want your master to control you more? Who am I to stop you?" She offers him a mock curtsy, something she's picked up from the gods only know where, a gesture whose meaning she only partially understands. "Your life. Your death." She snorts, and steps aside. "But you leave him alone." She points at Wally. "You, if you're hungry, go out where you came from and eat things. Not these things." Chekhu stomps a small foot, as if she has a realistic chance of driving off the orca should he choose to make a midnight snack of the three of them on a whim. "Let's all go our own way, yes? I think that's the best way, me."


Wally looks at and makes a face that breaks into a smile as soon as they left, "me eat them, ha no way, fish, and only fish for me."