Joe the Ghost
Joe awkwardly stared at the rest of the group and wondered how this was going to be explained. Explaining Peter was kind of like trying to explain an enigma wrapped in a box, wrapped in brightly colored Christmas paper done by a five year old boy.
In layman terms, he was complicated and messy and sometimes made no sense.
The ghost raised an eyebrow and looked over at the magic user.
When trying to get an understanding of Joe, all Charlie would get was a very confusing reading. It couldn't tell if it was a boy, girl, alive or dead in the slightest. Joe seemed to be somewhere between the two.
" Well, he was killed and then revived, so it's kind of hard to explain without seeing."
Joe tried not to roll its eyes when Dan mentioned that everyone was in here. No duh, the ghost had just said that. Sometimes mortals and their need to point out the obvious was something else.
Joe looked over at him and sighed. " Well, the long answer is that I can walk through walls. I'm kind of a ghost and kind of not. It's complicated. I have been dead for long enough to know I'm dead and that I was partially revived, but I still can walk through walls on occasion. This was one of the few times I could," the ghost honestly replied to him.
Joe had noticed the odd language, but decided to ignore it because the ghost didn't understand it. The ghostly being looked over at Dan. " Well, Dan, I'm Joe Beaumont, a dead being walking," Joe replied, looking over at him going to the door, before the words of which door it was could be uttered. Well, that was certainly suspicious, and the ghost had noticed it for the future. " I did mention it was locked, didn't it? From what I understand, there is a key inside, and once they figure out where it was, they can slide it over to us. " I'm positive that he was dead. As positive as I am, that I was dead."
Joe looked over at him and waited to see if the others had anything at all. The ghost noticed the empty box amongst other things in the room. Sadly for the others, they would find nothing to pry the door open with. Not a crowbar, not a wench, nothing that could be used against the door. It was kind of weird to say the least that the ship didn't have one, but perhaps whoever had knocked them out, had taken all the crowbars away to not ruin their puzzle by cheating.
Joe wondered if the people liked to ask the same questions that was already answered or if it was just a mortal thing. " No, I mean, he was dead and was brought back to life by necromancy. I am very versed in understanding that things aren't as simple as people like to think they are. Also, I would, but it seems our friend Dan hear took a lucky guess on which door it was. I mean, a very lucky guess," Joe drawled, eyeing him with an even more skeptical eyebrow. Joe was already dead, so it didn't matter if Dan wanted to kill the ghost, he couldn't. Hopefully, the others had figured it out to say the least, otherwise, this would become a very awkward conversation.
Peter Destin, Michael Ross and Christopher Fletcher
Peter had noticed that Constance had come back with papers and wondered what was on them, but was still trying to process how he had revived a dead person. It was one thing to revive an animal from the dead, but it was another to revive a person. A person had complicated emotions and were tricky to figure out. A person could freak out from being revive.... and most importantly to him, a person could betray you. There was no loyalty in a person like there as in an animal. Still, he wondered if he was more than he had thought he been. Could he revive animals and humans? Where were limits?
Mike looked over at Constance and he didn't quite glare, though he wanted too. He hadn't ben faking getting smashed on the head. He did know a lot about the ship and the captain, but due to the knock to the head, bits and pieces were missing. He took a deep breath, trying to find a rational reason why he had reacted how he had reacted. If he didn't come up with one soon, he would lose the little trust that he gained from the others. But perhaps, there was a simple solution to his problem. He could pretend that he hadn't known why he acted the way if he did. He played the part of the fool well, then nobody would know that he was acting. They could have their misgivings, but without the proof, there was no changing it to solid proof. He took a deep breath.
Though, he would have to remind Constance to act normal when they got a chance. By the fact that she had switched to investigator and jotting stuff down, she was shattering the little trust they could have her in him. He glanced over at Peter. He seemed to have just realized what he had done for a long time. Reviving other human beings from the dead.
Mike took a deep breath, not immediately realizing that Fiona had wanted to know how he was. He took a deep breath. "
I can honestly say that I am adjusting. It's going to take full control of myself. If I ever seem to do anything out of character, the concussion I had is making me remember horrible things from my past. I can however control them, but sometimes, these things seem to get a little out of my control. Hence my reaction to our good friend Peter," he replied. If he wasn't on a mission, he would have liked the strong paternal protection that Fiona had in him, but for him, it seemed to be a distraction.
Mike turned to her when she jumped back and took a deep breath trying to process everything that was happening, though he knew what was happening. "
I am not certain if we did, but perhaps someone just made him appear to be dead, I am sure that such things have been used in the past. I don't think you are dreaming. I think someone is playing with us," he replied, though it was said which such a strange calmness. He wondered if any of the others were going to try to talk to the captain of the ship. He expected at least one of them to at least try too.
When Jeremy opened the safe and attempted to get it open, he would be successful in obtaining in the item inside, a key, though not for the door outside. This key was different and seemed to go somewhere else in the room. If Jeremy looked by the captain, he noticed that it went into the wheel of the ship. Of course, there were more pressing issues at the moment like the poor confused dead captain. He had been watching everything that was happening, but he couldn't process anything. He knew he had been stabbed and bleed, but when he looked down, the wound wasn't gone, but healed, almost as if he was taken into an hospital, but he knew he hadn't. He looked over at him. "
Hi Jeremy. I'm Christopher Fletcher, the captain of the ship....." he trailed off, not sure how to follow up after that. It wasn't like he had could just ask why he wasn't dead. He was too busy processing everything to notice that there were so many people here, but he recognized Mike and Constance. Who had killed him? He tried to breath regularly, but he was slowing panicking. Peter, having finally snapped out of his funk, looked over at him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
" It's okay. Everything is fine. Jeremy, maybe we should use that key on the wheel and see what we can get from it," he replied. Chris wasn't sure why, but he was calming down. At this point, the others could hear the voices of the others near the door. Joe had arrived with back-up. It looks like it was almost time to finally see the end of this puzzle, the only things being left after the wheel being the coded lockbox ( the one that the safe code hadn't work on.) ... and the code page.
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