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[growlies]

Y'know, these things are nice and all, but where's the fuckin' internet when you need it? Not that the service in my last place was great. ( Mostly relegated to what exists in the Underworld - definitely no real connection to the living and definitely not the Internet in all its glory like she's heard about, but better than these communication devices that stick to an even more limited amount of connection.

She is clutching a post on the top of a pirate ship to keep from falling over. )

I've got at least three questions to ask, and so I guess I'll use ya'll as my google.

1. How do I stop the entire damn ship from making me feel like I'm gonna puke my guts out and there is no ground?

2. What's the top 3 rules of traveling in the multiverse?

3. What are some unique, clever come backs for misogynist pirates? I'm running out

Hit me up or don't.

Comments

[growlies]

"You've been looking for him for awhile."

It's part question but part not at the same time. She commits the visual to memory and then rolls the portrait back up to hand back to her. She'll need it if she intends to keep looking for him. If he's here, there's gonna be a lot of people to ask. It's not like it appears there's any internet out here in the middle of the sa.

She does frown though, straightening abruptly as she rejects this idea entirely from the moment it's voiced.

"Shit. No. Hey, seriously, not with your life. That's- That's a fucking lot, and your life's important, okay?"

And she's already lived a long time. Kinda. Live might not be the right word - existed though? Yep.

[snowcleave]

"Thousands of miles," she affirms, exhaustion creeping into her voice. She'll continue to travel and seek him out if she ever gets off this weird, stupid boat.

The other woman will obviously have to come along if nowhere safe can be found, but that's an issue for another time.

"Neither my life nor yours will be in jeopardy. There is nothing on this boat that could endanger either of us." Not because Fei thinks it's a safe place to be, but because she's confident anyone or anything seeking to harm them would find themselves perilously outmatched. In many ways, Fei's boasting helps her cope with the situation - she's acted superior to every foe she's ever crossed swords with, whether she was or not. It's a tactic that's served her well so far, and in a strange place like this one, it's an old habit that's easy to fall back on.

"Do you know how to sail? We can take the boat over."

[growlies]

Red frowns with some mild concern at the sound of her exhaustion, sliding a hand behind the back of her neck as she surveys the deck.

"You sound really confident about our total safety here, which y'know, I can appreciate the pure don't-fuck-with-me energy you're giving off. But also I feel like we've really only begun to scratch the surface of what is actually a threat in this world so let's just say I'm at medium confidence myself. No offense." And Red actually has to pay attention to what can potentially be a threat, because she's no longer a guard in the afterlife but a living, human flesh-being. Ew, never using the term flesh-being again ever even in her thoughts. Nope.

And Zeus' tits. She knows how to navigate the River Styx but not an actual fucking ocean with a boat. Her afterlife skills are one hundred percent not coming in handy.

"...no. I've also got about zero clue where we actually are or how to get to somewhere not-in-the-middle of the ocean. Do you? We could steal a map from the misogynists that'd be probably useful."

[snowcleave]

Choosing to ignore Red's lack of confidence in their safety, Fei decides it's more efficient to prove the other woman wrong if the occasion arises to do so. Instead, the prospect of stealing a map makes her brows raise, and her hand settle on the pommel of her sword. It's a good idea, and productive as a map would, at minimum give them a better idea of where they are.

"We should. We need to find where they're kept, and we need to find a place to hide once we take it." Fei looks around them, her eyes seeking out the places where there's a light burning.

"How are you with moving silently?" Gathering information as a plan slowly begins to form in her mind Fei tilts her chin towards a door fitted with a porthole, the orange glow of lantern light warming the interior just beyond. "It looks better kept than any of the other doors on this ship, doesn't it?"

[growlies]

Red's choosing not to answer that question, because the truth is she doesn't know how she is at moving silently. In the Underworld, she could, but she was part of it - the environment answered her call, made her steps as soft as needed to keep souls in line. So she'll just try to be quiet here too and hope that it's not too much of a change now that she's in a new, mortal, breathing body.

"Yeah, if they're keeping maps anywhere, it has to be there."

She listens - a lot of changes are happening now that she's out of the Underworld, out of Purgatory High, but her super heightened senses aren't one of them.

"Sounds like someone's inside - two people."

[snowcleave]

Pleasantly surprised by the revelation that her new traveling companion possesses such a useful ability, Fei nods at Red's assessment approvingly while she continues to quietly stare at the door, considering the possibilities.

"We have to lure them out or go in attacking," she begins quietly, her dark eyes darting to Red, trying to read her expression. "If we go in, they'll know our faces, if we knock and draw them out we can attack from behind."

Fei's usually inclined to charge in first and cover her tracks later, but she's acquired at least a little bit of foresight in her travels. Acting impulsively while trapped on a boat with an unarmed woman and no way out was a dangerous gamble to make. Sometimes, sneaky was better.

[growlies]

Red's face shifts into something like consideration, something like brief panic at the scenario being held out in front of her. This is a whole new playing field where she is not a powerful monster on a chain for a god but a fucking mortal with absolutely no actual training in how to engage in combat as a mortal. Her hand slides behind her neck as she glances over at her badass companion, because obviously they should-

This is-

She releases a breath, shoving down her complete lack of knowledge when it comes to any of this shit. She doesn't want to seem stupid or incapable. Damn teenage hormones. Her shoulders square backward.

"Drawing them out is probably smarter, right?"

[snowcleave]

"We shouldn't kill them. Throwing the bodies overboard will alert the rest. It's better to knock them out and tie them up."

Handling this isn't the hard part, but handling it right - while on a strange boat with no exit that's filled with guys like the ones probably waiting beyond that door - that's where Fei wants to feel certain before she proceeds.

"Do you know how to fight?"

Red doesn't strike her as a martial artist, but she doesn't strike her as a cherished lady who's never scuffed the toe of a boot before either. Though the younger woman is unarmed, Fei knows weapons aren't everything.

"If you don't, you can keep watch," she continues decisively. "If you do, we knock them out together and drag them in with us."

[growlies]

"I haven't been formerly trained."

Not in this current mortal form especially - the form that's so new to her, flesh and blood that it is. It doesn't seem like a good time to see if she can even transform into the Cerberus part of her still - right here in the middle of the deck. It's more likely to bring more attention than it's worth. She's seen a lot of warriors in her time - tore their souls apart and forced them back where they belong when she was all Cerberus and not like she has been since Purgatory High became a Thing.

Shit, that's a whole lot though so instead she just smirks at her partner in crime here.

"So looks like we'll have to lead the badassery up to you, Warrior Queen. But I've got your back."

And she will try to transform if it seems like it's necessary, but well, Fei seems really confident regardless of what threats might lay before them, and it seems like two run-of-the-mill sailors inside.