Open Log: Big Blue Wet Thing

[goingtobeunwell]

Terrors waking that morning will find a few things amiss with the ship: 1. it's hot and humid inside their cabins, and 2. the ship itself is rocking.  Swaying, in fact, as though the ice beneath them has melted and the ship is moving. Which it is, actually, and quite quickly too. 

The holes in the side of Terror have been repaired, the rigging put up on the masts, the dual wheels of the helm moving as the ship races through the waves on its own. Up above the sun is shining brightly. 
H.M.S. Terror is sailing once more, destination unknown.

Comments

[brushoff]

"If you're talking about a soul, then no, I don't. It's a fact that's been proven time and time again as various other things out there have tried to claim it."

So many of Dorian's supernatural encounters boil down to things being disappointed as they can't eat/devour/claim his soul for their own.

[choosethepath]

She recoils from him. He's unnatural and she doesn't quite know what to do about it. How he is even walking and talking is beyond her. "I see," she mutters, wrinkling her nose. It's not her place to do anything about it, but he unnerves her in so many ways. Her fingers gently touch the handle of her bell, but it's only instinct. "I'm not in the business of claiming spirits, Mr. Gray. I'm merely trying to put them where they properly go."

[brushoff]

Dorian completely overlooks Sabriel's bells. He's mostly focused on her words. Claiming spirits? What the hell did that mean? Was she thinking of exorcising him? A part of him kind of wants to see her try.

"You'll find that I am a very difficult man to get rid of, Sabriel. I'd suggest you focus your attention elsewhere."

[choosethepath]

"You misunderstand. I don't mean to do anything to you, Mr. Gray. There isn't anything to do. No spirit means that you don't belong anywhere." She raises her chin. "I've met immortals before, but nothing like you."

[brushoff]

"I'm one of a kind," Dorian says, with a grin. It's something that he's obviously a little proud of and smug about.

"Though I am curious. What other immortals have you met?"

[choosethepath]

"Spirits that have dragged their way out of Death," she explains. She thinks of Mogget and is surprisingly sad, but there's a burning in her eye that reminds of of who he is and she gives Dorian an outright glare. "Monsters."

[brushoff]

Dorian matches Sabriel's glare with a collected frown of his own. Monsters? Tell him something he doesn't know.

"Interesting. You aren't the only one who's met other immortals. Though mine are more along the lines of men that, for some reason or another, simply refuse to die."

[choosethepath]

Sabriel clenches her jaw. "All things die, Mr. Gray, even monsters and immortals. That is the way of the world. One way or another. If you'll excuse me." She needs out of his presence before she does try to walk him through the gates.

[brushoff]

Dorian steps out of the way, gesturing for Sabriel to exit to the below-decks. "I'm sure we'll have some more lovely conversations in the future," Dorian chimes in, with a barely hidden air of smugness in his voice.

[choosethepath]

Maybe she won't use magic. Maybe she would just hit him. Either way, she tries to contemplate exactly what that means as she leaves and goes downstairs to scream into her pillow.

Men.