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Ha! Yeah that'd be great! Feel free to post a CS on here or PM me one. In case someone drops out, you'll take their place.

Quick update, I just got back to my field research and I've been busy. Everyone's posts so far are getting better and better each time I read them. I'll be posting tomorrow afternoon, so get in your replies if you haven't yet.

@hatakekuro No problem, just get one in by tomorrow afternoonish. As long as we can progress the plot that's fine with me!


*pops out* I'll put up a cs tomorrow then *turns back into a doll*

Hm, I'm interested and willing to be substitue/lurker until spot opens up *turns into a dinosaur doll*
@hatakekuro@Infichi@Classpet@FellbloodFool@KillBox@jageroux

Morning came with the rising sun warming the chilly, crisp air that covered the ship in a cold and damp layer of salt twinkling dew. A thin fog wafted along the water; coiling and waving as if a living being stretching out shapeless limbs from the dense wall of smog hovering around the island ahead. Only the faintest of an outline of structure let travelers know an island lie hidden behind the white, murky wall; closer the ship drew as if to be swallowed up.

The browsprit passed through the wall of fog. So thick that it seemed as if the ship had pierced the lumbering beast lurking, ever hungry for travelers to enter its massive maw and now those upon the ship were surrounded by the heavy white whispy smoke.

Impossible to see more than a few feet and only the creaking of the ship and hidden sea crashing beneath them was all that could be heard. Leaving them feel trapped...locked away from the rest of the world...desolate and alone. No signs of life to be seen in all directions, not that one would be able to in this dense ocean of fog; a loud, ear piercing screech shattered the silence like glass, lasting for only seconds then...

"Travelers..adventures....tourist! Whoever you may be...wherever you came from..know that what awaits you all are sights that will leave you trembling!"A voice echoed from all over, seeming to weave through the whispy smoke while ahead the faintest of two red glows waited like crimson eyes of a monster watching them."Continue if you be bold...brave. Do not be wary nor scared...keep on the path for what lies beyond this smog is what all desire and crave. A reward awaits you wary souls..do not give up!"On the voice boomed as the ship creaked forward, the two red lights glowing brighter, unsure if this voice a welcome or warning."Come and receive all that you dreamed of...to witness the sight of the unimaginable that will leave all wishing it would never end!"

The ship finally broke free from the prison of fog."Welcome all...to Isle Cirque de Freak!!!"

Before them rested a massive circus tent surrounding the entire island with the entrance being the head of a big smiling clown with blinking red eyes and a billboard above its head with the words-Welcome to Cirque De Freak followed by a goofy laugh. A wide open mouth for tourist to enter that lead to the port where ships of all sizes lined up. Fun carnival music and the air smelling of a mixture of delicious, mouth watering food and sweet, sweet candy. People made up of adults and kids, everywhere traversing to the endless array of booths holding games or food stands held by chefs from all over the world while loud cheerful screams came from the assortment of rides. At the very center of the island, where all could see, stood a large circus tent where the main attraction took place every night at 9 pm; a show that all attended to be entertained and wowed.

This is the isle of never ending fun and excitement and one that contained a strange mystery.

Cirque De Freak welcomes all with open arms...though will you ever leave?
oi, hatake! get yo butt on skype mofo
and I just ran out..now how will I clean my whites?
Dr. Zoidburg anyone? cause why not zoidburg
Awesome things about being a fishman- You're going to be in the monster trio of the ship, even if you barely train. (10x strength baby!)


that just makes masturbating sound dangerous and strenuous trying not to rip it off by accident
At least there was never a dull moment on this ship with a big chested woman kicking a chair at the arrogant prick mouthing off or the fishman shouting about food. Not to mention the silver haired individual asking to cook some random bird his knife struck down which had been outright denied. He struggled to discern how to define this odd group, though considering h wouldn't be with them for long that it didn't really matter in the end.

Closing the book with a thump before letting out a yawn, standing up to stretch and ease the stiffness in his limbs, his eyelids drooping beneath the shades. With things having slowed down; allowing him to notice just how tired he was and decided to get a bit of fresh salty air first then go take a nap.

Making his way to the railings, a short distance from the chair kicking girl who currently fawned over what looked to be a rabbit mink; funny to see both a fishman and a mink in this part of the sea. Leaning forward to drop the apple core and hung his head to deeply inhale the crisp salty air as droplets of cooling water sprinkled onto his head. His encounter with Fenrir and the wolf swam through his mind and the events of rum island soon followed; pondering the purpose of it all...what exactly was the man doing while the riot and fighting went on.'Ugh..this whole day's just giving me a headache.'Thankfully he nullified the throbbing in his head, rubbing at his forehead to realize it was flushed.'Ah..a fever...just lovely.'Running a hand down his face while the loud chatter from the two women served to aggravate his fevered mind even more.

Lifting his head, a weak groan spilling from his lips; left hand placed over the stitched hip, peering at the waving water only to suddenly see



bobbing on the surface causing him to jump in shock. Eyes blinking rapidly under the shades as he looked back at the others briefly before turning his gaze back at the water to find the disturbing seal gone.'Man...I must be sicker than I thought.'Shaking his head to try and clear his head and fumbled at the pouches till he found the one containing pills for fevers and tilted his body back, popping two in his mouth.'Bleh...good flavored pills. Think I should look into that.'Muttering to himself then pushed off the railings and made his way towards the crates that looked to offer shade and protection from the chilling wind, though his manner of walking a bit unsteady.

Nestling himself besides the crates as comfortably as he could and passed out shortly afterwards from the mixture of exhaustion and fever, leaving him sleeping like a log.
[@everyone]

Upon stepping on the desk, a rather straight forward asking him who he was and tilted his head with a big toothy grin.'I-

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Hours passed since the marine ship had been stolen by this strange bunch, though losing the marines tailing them proved difficult at first. Now both the marines and rum island were left behind them, but the Doctor still wondered what Fenrir true aim was with the whole execution.

Whatever it was, it didn't matter at this point and currently relaxed on a box; book in his left hand and an apple in the right swiped from the kitchen. His introductions had been cut short by the sudden marine attack that forced them to set off, which allowed him to slip away until things quieted down.

Flipping the page and a bite of the apple, this pale individual keeping to himself for the time being as he had nothing to do with the others on the ship. He would mind his own business and let them do what they like until they reached land so that he may switch ships to continue on his way, course he was unsure of where to go at this point but a destination would come to him eventually. So he read quietly until some moron prattled on about being the strongest, the kid's voice brimming with arrogance and an egocentric cockiness that seemed to match it. Hearing him challenge them against his words; rolling his eyes beneath his glasses, knowing he wanted nothing to do with this one especially.

Turning his head back down to resume reading, expecting some fights to break out and intended to keep his nose out of it.


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