As the Ferry slowly approaches the Trios Harbour, the crew starts preparing to dock. It's late in the morning, so most of the fishing boats that would normally dock are gone, and the only boats remaining are some of the larger ones.

But the docks themselves are far from empty - people have set up stalls on the docks, hoping to sell things of dubious value to people coming to town by boat. The stalls themselves are rather colourful as the people operating them hope to attract people to buy from them instead of from others.

A bit further inland, past the stalls crowding the docks, are numerous townhouses. As this is the one dock where the ferries dock it does not lead to the warehouses like the other docks, instead providing a quick route into town.

The town itself is divided into 6 districts. The Bazaar, the Church and other structures near the center of the town are part of the central district, where the town hall is located as well. The rest of the town is divided into four more districts, each named after a cardinal direction. The areas outside of the town, where the mines, farms and the manor are located, are part of the outside district.

The main road leading into the town from the port brings people past several stores selling all sorts of items, the more popular of the town's taverns, and the largest inn in town with a view over the harbour and the sea, the Singing Fish. From there on, people can go west towards the town's Grand Bazaar, while continuing Northward would bring them to the town's large Church and eventually to the excavation site where a group of archaeologists are busy exploring the recent discovery.

The fastest way out of town, however, would be going East. Going in that direction it's only a relatively short walk before one leaves the town of Trios and enters the fields around it. There are a handful of farms here, but the cold climate of Trios makes farming difficult. As a result, the town either fishes for or imports most of it's food.

But, although there are many ways to explore the town of Trios, the people aboard the boat would have to wait.

After all, the ship hasn't docked yet, that would still take a while. Until then, those aboard would have to entertain themselves with what was aboard the ship.

The ship fortunately was not just a repurposed cargo ship. Instead, it had been built specifically for bringing people to Trios. It had plenty of cabins for the passengers - simple cabins with a single bed, table, chair and closet - and a large lounge for people to sit, eat and talk.

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But, not all is peaceful in the town of Trios. In one of the larger houses in the eastern district, a woman screams in horror as she finds the decapitated body of her husband, sitting on the couch in their home.

In the Manor outside the town, a newly-hired maid trips and breaks a stack of plates. Meanwhile, an ageing man is having tea on the balcony, overlooking the town he built while enjoying the sun.

In the mines, the miners are working hard, hoping to find gold. For some of them, finding gold is common. Others have never had the fortune of ever seeing the town's famed gold before it gets mined.

At the bazaar, a girl sits eating a sandwich while waiting for something, occasionally looking into the small pouch she has with her as if checking if something is still there.

And at the excavation site, a group of archaeologists have given up all hope of finding their missing colleague.

A girl scampered up to the captain and briefly held a conversation with him, soon leaving with a pout on her face and wandering around the ship briefly. Soon enough, her face suddenly brightens and she goes off to find a corner to sit herself down in, digging into her pouch to pull out a small hand mirror and, oddly, tap the center of it.

She seems to speak quietly into the mirror, laughing aloud and quickly looking around, then quiets back down and scoots away from an approaching crewmember who offers her a friendly smile, returning to talking to her mirror for a time.

Eventually, she waves at the mirror, and returns it to her pouch, leaping back to her feet and grinning. She wanders into the lounge, settling down on a chair and kicking her feet, her grin fading. This was booorinnng. She was booooored. Hopefully someone else would come into the lounge to maybe mess around with. Or talk to, whatever. SO BOOOOORED. That inner revelation took place in about ten seconds of happiness before she got bored.

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It happened again.

Sleep Shifting wasn’t something that Boris enjoyed, and it certainly wasn’t something he had any control over. It just happened now and then; waking in a place that he hadn’t gone to sleep in. There was one instance when he woke in the strange forest of a land he’d never heard of before, at another time he woke on the sidewalk of a street in an unfamiliar town, and on another occasion he woke in a strange bed beside two newlyweds trying to make babies. In fact, there had been so many strange places Boris had woken in over the years, he was having a hard time keeping track of them all. Yet, of all those places he’d found himself in, none of them were quite so bizarre as the place he woke up in today; far above the Bay of Keol, in the large wicker basket of a hot air balloon.

It was the screaming that actually woke him, the shrieking of a young girl clinging to her daddy in terror at the sight of the large man who appeared on the floor at her feet. The girl’s mother soon follows suit, screaming like a tortured hyena while using her handbag to beat Boris repeatedly over the head as he fumbles to his feet. By the time Boris finds his footing and realizes, to his own dismay, that he is floating in a basket a few hundred feet above the water, the woman’s husband is also bellowing in terror, and no less following his wife’s example as he too starts assaulting Boris with a frenzy of punches.

Several seconds later, the passengers aboard a large boat on rout to Trios would have likely heard the approaching screams of a man and a woman as they fell from the giant red balloon in the sky and splashed into the water nearby.

After tossing her parents out in a panic of both self-preservation and confusion, Boris turns to the little girl, staring down at her with bulging eyes of instant remorse for what he’d just done. The girl stops screaming when she sees Boris throw them out, her terror now turned to deep, silent, traumatized shock as she cowers into the far corner of the basket, trembling in mortal fear.

“I sure didn’t mean to scare you, little miss.” Boris tells her with a genuine apologetic tone; “But those people were being mean to Boris. I sure don’t like people hitting me like they were, gosh.” At this point Boris had come to terms with the fact that the two people he’d just ditched into the bay were actually the girls parents, and that acknowledgement just made him feel even worse, so he just had to ask the question: “Would you like me throw you out as well, so you can be with your mommy and daddy?”

There really aren’t any words to describe the look on the girls face as she forces her eyes to meet with his and shakes her head, no.

“Well I sure am glad about that, little miss.” He tells her, “I don’t really want to throw you over.” He then removes his backpack, opens it, and starts groping around in search for something inside, saying; “Would you like to suck on some candy instead? I’ve got some very tasty candy if you want some. I don’t mind at all.” He produces a tin from his pack and gives it a shake. The sound of hard candy can be heard rattling inside. He smiles, opens the lid and squats down low, extending his reach to offer her some. “Sometimes, when I’m sad like you, candy makes Boris feel better.”

Meanwhile, the winds over Keol Bay pick up, pushing the hot air balloon fast across the sky towards Trios.

Karter is on the deck, leaning on the edge of one side of the boat, casually looking over at the city they will be arriving at. The woman's scream catches his attention, and he looks over to the source of the sound.

"Sounds like a lovely hour to arrive here." He mumbles to himself sarcastically.

Karter decides to wander down into the lodge. He wasn't hungry, just bored. He goes down and looks around a bit, just to see who is there. Nobody looks familiar at first glance, and so he randomly picks a table to sit at, preferably one where he wouldn't bother anyone, before unseromiasly plopping himself down there. If there is anyone at the table he has chosen, he looks over at them. He'd do so confidently if he wasn't half-asleep.

"You hear that screech from the town from a second ago?" He said to whoever he is sat next to. "What do you think that's about?"

Actually, he said that even if there is nobody at his table. He's half asleep, whoever is he saw might have been a person or a trick of the light. Hopefully the former, since the latter would be darn embarrassing.

Numerous splashing sounds and screaming from outside the ferry awaken Allysse from her light sleep. She had been having trouble getting to sleep because of sea sickness, anxiety, and excitement; so when she was rudely awakened, her mood plummeted. Rubbing her eyes and yawning, she slides out of bed. After smoothing down her clothing and finger-combing her hair, she exits her cabin and enters the lounge to investigate.

When she enters the lounge, it feels as if everyone is looking at her, even though everyone seemed to be doing their own thing. Scanning the room, she spotted a boy at a table talking to himself, and another girl that seemed extremely bored. She also sees a table with food laid out, and her stomach rumbles in response. Eating would be nice, but it would be more valuable to build connections and friendships with people. Trying to decide who seems less daunting to approach, Allysse evaluates the two curious people in the room. She finds the boy amusing, but is wary to approach him in his current state. So, she decides to shoot her shot at friendship, or at least small talk, with the girl in the chair. Putting on a facade of confidence and extroversion, she struts over to the girl and plops down in a seat beside her.

"Uhm... hi. I don't mean to bother you, but I'd like to make friends while I'm here. My name's Allysse," she said, and awkwardly reaches her hand out for a handshake.

Prior to the other arrivals, the chair across from the table's newest occupant appears to be claimed, the area before it strewn with an amassing of marine memorabilia — the cliche compass and ship-in-a-bottle — intended to give atmosphere to the Lady Undine's lounge area. Dragged from the center of the table in the process of close inspection.

Speak of a demon, and it shall summon — Inspector Minot appears, punctuated unceremoniously with the reverberation of flushing water in the background. A door with a hanging ring buoy just beyond her hangs subtly ajar. And Minot's face spells the revelation of doing business on a boat when the bathroom is a last-minute addition. She's seen the ugly truth of this vessel. Also, heard a bloodcurdling scream prior, though reaction to it among the other passengers seems minimal at best.

The inspector returns to her end of the table. The badge at her neck clinks on its chain as she makes haste in collecting her things — a ballpoint pin, and an envelope labeled "TRIOS." It is growing clear the disgruntled look on her face is unrelated to the bathroom; she surveys the newcomer, the man with the gouged eye, and still assumes the visage of dealing with shit.

"Well, I suppose it doesn't matter, does it?" she answered the man's question with a wryness implicating she, too, thought it was a rhetorical one.

Hurried despite her hardness, Minot would leave the lounge on that note, pen in hand as she strode to the door — envelope still on the table. Perhaps it was too early even for her.

It wasn't hard to register the apathy in regards to the scream. Though it was hard to tell the demographics from a look-around the lounge area — you had to mind anomalies, because there was reasonable chance of anyone being one; the concept of "majority" was difficult to discern in a generation so permeated by mystical practice. Most philosophers would pin it on magic, anyway — the Apathy as palpable and wholly-logical, maintained by mankind in the presence of a spontaneous, law-defiant force. The wholehearted embrace of such spontaneity would necessitate a moral readjustment, essentially conditioning individuals to become less attached to the people around who could turn to ash or into frogs at a moment's notice.

And yet, this was only a theory, one that reinforced a special brand of nihilism, as Minot perceived it. The idea that you were a victim to the whims of an uncaring universe; the implication that emotions, connections, and bias were dooming — this all stemmed from someone whose choice career required the greatest degree of practicality. Biases was what made people fascinating. And the inspector was sure humanity was all-in-all good, as much "evil" as she'd seen. No bad deed consumed an individual. Perhaps, naturally, she had to elevate herself in status and projected moral standing, as the high-and-mighty detective, to see so optimistically. That was her bias.

In addition, the concept of "the Apathy" acted to imbalance the detriments and benefits of magic. In that context, it was corruptible by nature, entirely undermining the point of magic as a whole: to elevate mankind, and to stand in where technology failed.

Without magic, they would have had to stop the ship. Instead, a member of the crew, easy to mistake for a cabin boy, had thrown down his mop, prepared a sloppy summoning circle in bucket-water. All the same, the quick reaction had allowed him to swap his supplies with the couple overboard. They were lying supine, winded, on deck by the time Minot arrived. Scooped from the bay and sopping, the crew surrounded them, ogling down — the woman was still conscious, face red with the hard, combined effort of spitting salt water, gasping for air, and begging breathlessly, near imperceptibly.

"Give 'er some air!" the captain squawked, a distance away.

The inspector would parrot the sentiment as she stormed into the crowd, sending dumbfounded mariners back from the couple, asides from the resident mage, in the process of supporting the woman onto her feet, at her request.

"Mercy. Is there something you need?"

"M-my daughter...! Sh- up there!"

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The boat ride had been long and fairly boring for a certain black winged girl. She was currently lying face down in her cabin, partially regretting her decision to eat an entire meal while seasick. She turned over to look out the window, just in time to witness a couple fall from the air. Right before they would have landed quite painfully in the water, they were switched out with a mop and bucket. Intrigued, the girl got up from her position on the floor. She rapidly pulled on a loose coat to cover her wings, before exiting onto the deck, where a large crowd had gathered.

Making her way to the front of the crowd, the girl observed the breathless couple. The man was already out, likely from the extensive amount of salt water in his lungs. The woman however, was urgently trying to communicate something to the inspector propping her up.

”M-my daughter...! Sh-up there!”

The ones who had happened to hear her words looked up, where a large hot air balloon was seen making its way towards Trios. The girl’s wings twitched under her coat, a look of contemplation crossing her face. She hadn’t wanted to reveal her wings this early in the trip, but she didn’t exactly think well of a child being harmed either. Heading to the side of the ship, she examined the distance between her and the balloon. It wasn’t too far up for her to not reach, but the distance was a bit of a problem to gauge. If she did it wrong, she might as well have condemned herself to an early death.

Sighing, the girl threw off the coat. She unfurled her wings, hoping the wind would give her a good push. Right before she took off, she took out one of her knives, tying a rope to it. Taking to the air, the girl followed after the hot air balloon. Right before she reached it, her wings began to give out. She threw the knife onto the basket, praying it would stick. Apparently her prayers were answered, as the knife stuck into the side of the basket. She climbed up, already feeling her wings time ending, both becoming dead weight on her back. Pulling herself into the basket, she faced the man and child in there.

“Were you the one who threw the couple off this basket?” she asked the male, hoping he wouldn’t attack her. It had taken most of her strength to get up there, she was sure she couldn’t fight.

@Harlequ

At this point, Boris is sitting cross-legged on the floor of the Basket across from the little girl and paying no mind to the trajectory of the hot air balloon. His posture is like a young boy sitting on the floor in a classroom, and so too his doting gaze at the girl who hasn't spoken a word since Boris offered her candy. Boris is sucking on candy though, savoring the flavor as he considers his next course of action.

The point of Ilyssa's knife suddenly penetrating the side of the basket gains his attention. He looks at the point of blade that narrowly misses his head while his expression drops to one of a grimace. He stops sucking his candy. A moment later the frail-looking, winged human clambers into the basket and Boris bolts to his feet. Despite his massive size and obvious physical strength, his reaction to the intruder is one of both childlike curiosity mixed with apprehension. He listens to what she has to say. His jaw shifting to one side in an effort to think hard on the situation.

Meanwhile, the little girl remains unresponsive. She is despondent, staring into the distance in a state of trauma.

"Gosh!" Boris says. He swallows his candy with a heavy gulp. His emotions now leaning more towards fascination than anything else. "I sure haven't seen a person like you before!" He glances at the despondent girl then back at the winged freak, saying; "I sure didn't mean to hurt anyone. Not at all, winged miss, but those people were trying to hurt Boris!" He hangs his head in shame. "It's not my fault that I wake up in strange places. Boy... I sure didn't want to hurt anybody, not at all." He raises his baby-face features to Ilyssa, biting his lip for a moment, then adds; "Please don't be mean to Boris, older girls usually are...."

At that moment, it's like nature itself is watching. The wind blowing the balloon across the bay becomes stronger in a sudden burst, rocking the basket with a heavy jolt in its path towards Trios. But more than this, the hot air in the balloon appears to be cooling. It would be clear to anyone with any moderate amount of reasoning skills - unless they know how to operate a hot air balloon - that it wouldn't be long before they crashed, either into the water or somewhere in the town of Trios itself.

Boris manages to keep balance, but the jolt from the wind seems to have provoked an idea. He looks back down at the little girl, who doesn't seem to have reacted to the new tempest of wind. He then regards Ilyssa before bending down and picking up the girl. The girl still doesn't respond, limp and despondent in his grip. Boris holds her out for Ilyssa to take. While he's holding the girl out to her, he looks back at the fast approaching town of Trios, and then back at the winged woman with a smile.


"Boris doesn't have a good feeling." He tells her. "And I sure don't want this little miss to get hurt. Because you have wings and all, maybe you can fly like a birdy and take her away her to safe place."

@citrouille

Kura watched the man at another table curiously as he spoke to the person beside him who... didn't exist. Must be insane, he could be fun to hang around with! Oh, someone else was sitting down by her, good, someone to talk to.

She grinned widely and happily took Allysse's handshake, shaking quite vigorously as she does so, before eventually releasing her grin, looking at the woman with an almost mischievous sparkle in her eyes "Hello!~ I'm Kura!" She said rather proudly "Kura Qubus, to be more speficic. Specicic. Spefific. Whatever! That word. Whatever it is. It's good to meet somebody new and fun to hang around with! Anything weird about you? Anything cool? Do you know magic, can you shoot things, you know, stuff like that!"

The wind hit the balloon hard, propellng it directly toward Trios. It began quickly loosing altitude, meaning we would crash soon. The man-Boris-had explained why he had thrown the couple, and from the looks of it, the girl understood his reasoning. She pulled her knife out, sticking it in her boot.

“I would, except I used up my flying limit, so my wings are pretty much slabs of meat and feathers on my back. We could wait until we’re closer to the ground, then I could attempt to glide, but flying is pretty much near impossible for me right now.” Surveying the ground, the girl frowned. There weren’t many nearby roofs yet, so leaping off wasn’t possible. She turned to Boris, gesturing at the balloon around them.

“Do you know how to operate this thing? It would really help out if you did.”

@Hokum

Allysse was charmed by the young girl's excitement and innocence, making her laugh warmly. She thought Kura's outfit was utterly fascinating, and it served to further pique her curiosity about the girl. She thought the amethyst in her bag would amuse her, so she began to fumble through her bag to take it out. While she was searching, she said, "The only thing that's really special about me is that I have a fantastic memory. So that's kinda like magic! ... In a way." Just then, a serious and determined-looking lady with a badge burst into the lounge and hurried on to the deck. When the woman opened the door, the tranquil and boring lounge was abruptly filled with the sounds of commotion and panic from outside. Worry began to rise in the pit of Allysse's stomach, and she was reminded of the screams that had awoken her in the first place. Allysse sprung out of her seat and followed behind the investigator.

She stopped dead in her tracks at the doorway. It was absolute chaos on the deck. Through the blur of frantic people running around and crowding, she could see that there lay a man, drenched, that looked half (or completely) dead; a desperate woman, also drenched, gasping something about her daughter; the investigator shouting, and a sight that made her gasp: a girl with long black hair and a beautiful pair of wings. Looking over to Kura, she put up her hand up to signal her to stay where she was, as her words seemed to falter in that moment.

The winged girl took flight, which brought Allysse's attention to the hot air balloon in the sky. The balloon was violently shaken by the wind and began to fall rapidly, but Allysse had to think quick. Everyone's screams brought her back to reality and strangely gave her vital clarity of mind: she had to stop gawking at the strange girl, and find out what needed immediate attention. Knowing what to do, she aptly weaved in and out of sprinting people to check the pulse of the unconscious man. She knelt down and pressed on the man's neck to feel a pulse. Waiting... and nothing. She was shaking, and the water on the man's neck made it impossible to get a proper grip. She shrugged off her blazer and dried off the poor man's neck. Then, taking deep breaths and ignoring the sensation of her own heart pounding and the blood rushing through her veins, Allysse could feel a faint, almost non-existent pulse.

@Harlequ+@Dartbored Fairy

The wind was blowing the balloon so hard that the lag of the basket was causing it to angle with drag. Boris was still holding the little girl in one hand, gripping her by the top of her blouse for the winged woman to take from him, while his other hand gripped to the side of the basket in an effort not lose his balance.

"I don't know much about anything, miss." Boris replied. He bit his lower lip and turned his attention to the mechanical contraption suspended below the opening of the balloon. It sure looked complicated. A pained contemplation disfiguring his face. It was clear he wasn't the smartest man alive and hadn't a hope of operating a hot air balloon. He looks back at the winged woman; "I don't even know where I am."

It didn't take long. Their journey had finally brought them to the port of Trios. The rooftops of houses started passing by below. The wind driven balloon continued to quickly lose altitude. Up ahead was the fast approaching houses that the basket would certainly crash into very soon.

With no time to waste, Boris shoves the little girl into the winged woman's arms and gives her a heavy nod, saying; "Make sure you don't hurt my little miss, you winged bandit - OR ELSE!" In saying so, he uses his index finger to poke the winged lady in the nose. Having made his threat, he turns and swings his legs over the side; now sitting on the edge of the basket and preparing to jump. He then looks back the the winged lady, saying -

"Boris thinks it's time for you to go! Sure do hope we meet again some time."

Boris then waits for the winged lady and the little girl to escape the basket before he makes his attempt. Once they had done so, he waits just a little longer then saw his chance - the roof of the house below was roughly twenty feet down. It was a height he could safely jump from. He quickly planned it out in his mind:

First jump, land really soft, then roll down the roof and jump safely to the street... just like Jack would do.

With that very simple plan in mind, Boris jumped.

Once he jumped, the giant balloon - now a lot lighter without people inside - continued on for a stretch of several houses up the street before the basket finally cracked down against the roof tops, dashing, bouncing and bumping hard as it broke and lifted tiles until finally crashing against a chimney with a powerful jolt. Unable to go any farther, the balloon then descended, deflating as it draped like a blanket over a couple buildings of the eastern district.

Boris, however, hadn't done his calculations right. A man his size jumping from twenty feet didn't permit a soft landing of any kind. Instead, he crashed right through the roof. The tiles broke with the sound of a dozen clay pots being smashes, as he then continued on straight through the ceiling panel, the timber floorboards of the first floor, and then hit the ground floor with a mighty thud. He may have been unconscious for a second, but he didn't notice.

The next thing Boris saw was the sky through the hole he had made above. He got to his feet quickly and dusted himself off. He was in a lounge room with a woman standing nearby. She was staring at Boris horrified, her mouth wide open as if she were screaming, though no sound was coming out, at least not any more.

"I sure am glad your house broke my fall." He told the woman with childlike gratitude.

It was then that something else caught Boris's attention; a decapitated man siting in the couch on the other side of the room. Boris looked at the headless man for a moment before turning his eyes back to the woman, biting his lip as though he had caught her in the act of doing something very naughty.

"It's okay," Boris assured her, "Boris won't tell anyone what you've done. I know girls can be very mean...." He thinks hard for a moment, and finishes; "I guess he must have deserved it."

@Hokum

As Boris comes crashing through the roof, the woman panics. First her husband had lost his head, and now this giant of a man came crashing into her house!

Grabbing the nearest potential weapon, the woman grabs a Rolling Pin. "S-Stay back!" She shouts, holding the 'weapon' in a defensive position.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't kill him!" The woman says, frowning at the accusations. This man just broke her roof and ceiling, and was now accusing her of killing her own husband? "G-GET OUT!" She shouts, angry while pointing at the door. "O-Or I'll have you arrested!"

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@citrouille@Karkinos

While everyone on deck remains distracted by the recovering woman and the unconscious man, the Captain steps in. "We'll be docking soon. You three," The Captain gestures to three crewmen standing nearby. "Help these women take care of them. Everyone else, we'll be docking so back to work."

As most of the crowd disperses, nobody seems to be paying any attention to the two men in black outfits watching the commotion from afar. They turn to look at eachother, nod, and both head in a different direction.

Soon, the ship is docking at the port. It won't be long before they'll be allowed off the ship.

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@Quote5

"Perhaps it's a scream of pain. Maybe you'll get to make those too soon." A voice comes from Karter's right. Sitting on a chair there is a girl with long purple hair wearing a white dress. Where did she come from? She wasn't here a moment ago, nor did Karter hear her sit down. What's more, nobody seemed to pay any attention to her. Did they not hear or see her?

"So, mister, what brings you and your funny eye to this place? Holiday? Adventure? Or have you just given up on life?" The girl says, staring into Karter's eyes with her own green eyes.

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@Zyngard

"I can do a lot of cool things." Says a female voice coming from in front of her. Sitting there is a girl, about Kura's height, with long purple hair, green eyes and a white dress. "Perhaps you'll get to see them in action sometime." She says. That's weird, she wasn't here a moment ago, nor did she make any noise approaching. Where did she come from?

"So, what brings you here? Looking for sweets? Visiting a relative?"

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As the ship docks, people slowly start to leave the ship. A crewmember goes to find dedicated medical personell to help the people they rescued, while another heads to the authorities to report the incident.

Among the people leaving the ship are the two men. They both leave the ship separately as if following someone, but in the large crowd of people it's hard to determine who exactly it is they're following.

Kura glanced over at some woman running through the lounge acting all high and self-important and stuff, before looking back at Allysse. "Woah! That's pretty cool!" She frowned as Allysse suddenly stood up and run outside after the self-important lady, glancing over to the door, but not really getting up. Probably something boring like accidentally running into the dock or something like that. Would be more interesting than the rest of the trip, but still real boring.

She ignored Allysse's hand motion to stay there, as she was going to stay right where she was anyways, if it was really interesting, someone would come to bother her directly about it. That's what always happened back at the house. ...usually. WOAH HEY PERSON. She gave a small jump as some pretty girl appeared right in front of her, just kinda there. Had she blinked or something? Or had she taken a nap..? That happened sometimes. Hopefully she hadn't taken a nap and missed anything... "That is pretty cool! ...I mean, assuming I wasn't asleep or anything." She blushed lightly "But yeah, I'm here to find my sister!" Kura exclaimed, excited "And she has cookies too, so I gotta find her before she eats all of them!" Oh! They would probably be docking soon too! She should go up on deck to be the first off! "Be right back. Well.... I guess not as we're kinda getting off. See you maybe eventually I guess!" She jumped up and run out of the lounge onto the deck, after all the commotion had died down, sprinting off the ship, managing to not trip over anything, at least until she got on land, then promptly tripping over the ground not moving "...ow."

@Dartbored Fairy
Karter looks down at the girl, a bit surprised. He looks around, wondering why nobody besides him acknowledges her presence. Also seems kinda creepy, with the "Maybe you'll get to make those too soon." thing. Oh well, it would be rude to ignore her.

"I don't know why I am here, miss." Karter said, slightly more awake do to being startled by the girl. "I have amnesia, you see. My 'funny eye' screwed up my memory. I just woke up on this ship with no real recollection why."

Since the ship has docked, Karter decides to go on shore. He gets up and goes onto the deck to investigate the commotion. After looking over the crowd, he decided that is best to not get involved. He makes his way past the crowd, and onto shore.

Assuming the girl is still with him, he turns back to her. "So what about you? What brings a person like you here?"

Karter is still half asleep, so for all he knows he just spoke to a trick of the light again.

Kaldalis was slipping in the final pieces of his armor as the ship docked. He had slept quite a long time in his quarters as he had boarded the ship right after wandering through a forest for one week straight, and was quite exhausted when he arrived. Trios was the next location on his journey, he had heard tales about it, mostly revolving around the gold mines present there, and wanted to pay a visit.

He stood up from his bed, now encased in his steel gray armor. He grabbed his cloak from the rack and attached it to his armor, securing it, before moving to his belongings and checking if everything was accounted for. He then made his way out of his quarters, passing by the lounge a quietly observing what patrons are left before moving to the deck. He sees the commotion and decides to move towards it, before peering over to see the few people surrounding an unconscious man and a woman. He thinks to himself:

I must have missed quite a bit while I was asleep

He then proceeds to depart from the ship and makes his way to the docks, scanning the new environment around him. He then hears something land on the ground beside him, he turns around and sees what appears to be a little girl facedown on the ground. He kneels down and raises the girl, helping her recover before asking:

Kaldalis: Are you alright miss?

@Zyngard

@Dartbored Fairy

The rolling pin was far from being a threat to Boris, in fact the sight of it kinda made him hungry.

Pastry.... He thought as his tummy grumbled. To make matters worse, he caught wind of food nearby. He couldn't quite pick what it was or even whether the aroma was coming from within the house or not. But he sure was feeling hungry all of a sudden.

Still, Boris also felt a little bad about straight-away blaming the murder on the woman. He wasn't the smartest man alive, but even he knew that a rolling pin wasn't the sort of weapon a killer would use. Surely, if she recently cut off the mans head, there would be a better weapon nearby than a rolling pin. Boris also didn't like big girls much in general, women were usually very mean to Boris - but despite threatening him with a rolling pin - Boris knew she was just angry about being accused of things she didn't do. That's never a good feeling at all. And maybe she was a little upset about her headless husband as well. So, There was now no reason to think she was a mean girl like most girls were - like Jack had once told him; 'Not ALL girls are evil, Boris'.

The headless man, on the other hand, didn't really bother Boris either. He'd seen a lot of bad things in his life, going right back to his childhood. A headless man wasn't much of a thing. But all of this did pose the question: Why was this man without a head? Also, Boris wondered if maybe the lady would allow him draw a picture of the headless man. Boris sure did like to draw, and a headless man sure did seem like something to keep a memory of.

Boris Smiled. His eyes watching the rolling pin as the woman waved it frantically in his face.

"I sure am sorry for a making you feel bad about killing your husband," He said, "especially if you didn't do it. But Boris is an adventurer!!" His eyes lit up like a child sharing tales of grandeur - "I used to hurt and steal and do all sorts of a mean things to people! But not anymore! No, mam! Now Boris helps people, just like Jack does! Like a true adventurer should!"

Boris pauses for a moment to eyeball the headless man, then turns his eyes back at the woman with a cheeky grin.

"Gosh, you know what I just thought of?" He asks her, leaning in to speak like a child sharing a naughty secret; "I won't be able to make your husband feel better." He grabs hold of the rolling pin, lowering it gently with his heavy hand so that he can lean in even closer to say; "But maybe if you have some breakfast, Boris can help you find the man that stole his head."

Regardless of the woman's response, and feeling excited about his idea, Boris steps back and takes the notebook from his backpack. He quickly sketches an image of the headless man while mumbling to himself, "Maybe this can help with finding clues...."



Finished his masterpiece, Boris holds up the drawing for the woman to see, his eyes wide with a pleased-with-himself expression.

"I think this will help!"

@Metatrooper

Kura grasps randomly at the air above her, soon enough feeling some weird, cool, hand shaped object in the air, pulling herself up with it, and stumbling around a bit. Woah, getting off a ship was weird... She blinked a couple times and looked at the hand shaped object, which had an arm shaped object attached to it, which had an... oh, it was just a knight. She should have figured that out earlier really.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine! Don't worry about-" She trips and falls backwards onto the ground again, before soon jumping back up to her feet "me! I'm fine, totally!" She notices a small scrape on her knee and frowns, placing one hand over it, before removing her hand, and apparently the cut with it, as the scrape was gone. "I'm Kura! Have you seen anybody else around looking, erm, around yay tall?" She holds a hand up... to the top of her own head. "She looks sorta similar to me!"

Allysse looked relieved to see the inspector making her way over to check on the half-drowned man. She was even more relieved to see the man regaining consciousness. "Let's get this man to a hospital, or at least on solid land," Allysse said, waving over more crew members to help carry him. Wiping sweat and water off her forehead, she got off the ship, stumbling and dizzy (and forgetting her blazer she used to dry the man off). Her mind was occupied by many racing thoughts. What happened to this man and woman? What happened to the alien-looking girl? ...Why does that house have a gigantic hole in its roof? Shaking her head, she turned to see Kura and a man in armour a little distance away from her. Great, another peculiar person to keep an eye on. And oh, the weird guy talking to himself yet again. That kind of ruined any hopes of conversing with him that she might have had.

As for the house with the mangled roof, she felt the need to find out what happened, but her body was also screaming for rest. It was a difficult decision to make, and she was conflicted because she couldn't ignore this issue (even if it was none of her business) just like she ignored the screams that had awoken her earlier - look how that turned out. On the other hand, she was shivering where she stood - Trios' cold climate mixed with soaking wet clothing was not a good combination.

She went to sit on a rock. Overwhelmed with feelings of hunger, fatigue from lack of sleep, coldness, and the stress from the deck catastrophe, the world slowly faded to black.