RP:Mac and Joan Take a Twisted Path

Part of the No Seaborn Left Behind Arc

Synopsis Joan comes upon the mysterious pirate Mcracken while she comes back from her little cottage in Vailkrin. Finding Mcracken searching for something Joan pauses to speak with him and offer him some help finding his way around at a later date.

Dark Twisted Path, Dark Forest, Vailkrin

Joan pauses as she draws up near the strange pirate fellow, she met just recently upon spotting the fellow in the middle of the pathway.

Mcracken could be mistaken for a pirate - albeit, not a particularly successful one, such were the unkempt and, in places, raggedy garments he wore. But as he turns toward Joan, they might glimpse the odd man's eyes shifting colour, the way water does on the open sea, one shifting seafoam-white and back to green, then deep blue, "Ah..." he intones, turning back to examine an impression in the soil of the forest floor. "Art, thou tracking me, Lady?" That this was an attempt at humor was evidenced less in the Seaborn's expression than in a peculiar vibration of the tone in which he spoke, which gave the impression of a soft chuckle emanating from several throats at once, in every direction.

Joan arched one finely shaped brow as both her gloved hands came to rest on her leather-incased slender hips, "Not really, I just happen to be coming from my cottage further back into town." The vampiric healer gives the strange fellow a curious glance over before she turns to look at what he had been examining. "Tracking something?"

Mcracken tears his gaze from the indented marks, those storm-on-the-sea eyes raking over Joan's face and form with such intensity that it may seem he is scanning them internally. "The forest here is abundant in dangers," he replies, smoothly, so Joan may not pick up on the subtle evasion of a direct answer. "One must be vigilant, no?" His attention is now fully on Joan, "What god dost thou pray to? he asks, abruptly, scratching a spot amid his wild mess of silvered black hair.

Joan scratches at the back of one pointed earlobe as she mulls the question over in her mind for a few moments, she was never asked that question to begin with and she didn't know how to honestly answer that. "Sven and I suppose Vakmatharas. I dunno...honestly. I have never been affected by any of the gods." She offers a rolling shrug of her vested shoulders.

Mcracken, whatever he might be thinking, betrays nothing of it in the mild and pleasant expression he wears while nodding his comprehension. At their last words, dark brows hitch slightly, "Thou art divided then, even thy loyalties... a most fascinating Lady indeed." as he speaks there is a soft rustling in the densest foliage of the trees surrounding the pair, despite that there's no breeze. The air suddenly seems gloomy, the shadows deeper.

Joan was used to the dark forest, she did have her taco shop out here not too recently, so the strangeness didn't bother her, tho she did give a searching glance about. She was practiced in the Dark Tides so she could deal with whatever might been hiding in the dark shadows. "I mean...I am a vampire first and foremost, I gotta give proper respect." Her glowing gaze sweeps the area as she makes herself ready for whatever might come at them.

Mcracken spots some unfortunate corpse clad in grave-rusted armors as it shambles about but offers it as much attention as one would a rabbit or squirrel in any other woodland setting. "Of course," he replies to the vampire, and his tone gives off a tangible wave of approval, like the sudden warmth of a hidden sun. "As is only appropriate for a denizen of these dark lands. Next, we meet, Lady, wouldst thou do the vast honour of a tour of this forest and its landmarks, familiar as thou art with its landscape?"

Joan points towards the shambling corpse, she speaks out a few words of direction towards it since the land had recently been overrun with the influx of undead of all sorts roaming about. "Keep heading west you will come upon the town proper, from there someone should be able to help you. " She adds just enough dark energy into her voice to hopefully affect the corpse. "I can do that, are you looking for the dark pond and the kraken living within?" She asks while keeping her glowing gaze on the corpse, it is bad if it didn't listen and tried to attack the poor pirate fellow.

Mcracken visibly twitches at the mention of the dark pond's octopoid occupant, his gaze clouding over to the hue of rain-gravid clouds. He quickly recovers his composure, though appears a bit too calm perhaps, as he replies, "Thou art indeed perceptive, Lady Joan, uncannily so, for indeed I do seek that very same pond. But for now, I must take my leave of thee. 'Twas an enduring pleasure to bask in thy company once more."

Joan turned her glowing gaze from the shambling corpse as it made its way west towards town, a sigh of relief was let out as she gave Mac a questioning glance as she caught his twitch. "Alright, we can meet up in the Hanging Corpse Tavern in a few days if you like, I can guide you from there." She said, her kraken flesh-bound spell book flexing deep inside her satchel as it seemed to notice and respond to Mcracken's agitation.

Mcracken said, "As thou wish," and drops his upper body in the semblance of a bow. But as he does so, that oceanic gaze of his fixates on the location of Joan's book, and he smiles a smile that doesn't quite brighten his eyes. Straightening fully, Mac takes his leave on one of the murky paths leading east. Joan will hear him vanishing into the trees with a bellicose "Farewell!"