Chrissie Fletcher ( Fargothia), Zale Lawerence, Christopher Fletcher, Michael Ross and Joe the Ghost
Zale looked over at the people and he wasn't sure what to do about this whole mess. It felt weird to break onto a cruise ship, but he knew that it was better than floating in the middle of the ocean, waiting to be rescued. He would be dead by now.
He looked at the second glass that was being poured and he debated drinking it in one gulp. He really needed it. "
I do hope that she knows where some of the clothes, as form fitting as these clothes are, they are a little cold for me to be wearing for too much longer. I might catch a cold. I might take you up on your offer for finding casual stuff.
Zale had somehow missed the wordless exchange between the woman, it was something that he hadn't been paying attention too. What was happening on this cruise ship?
He looked at what the woman had brought back, not sure if he felt comfortable, dressing in them, but if they were all how he had as an option, he would have to take them. He didn't want to come off as rude, that was the death of so many famous people. One rude comment and the media sunk you like a fish. He looked over at the woman and offered a warm smile. "
Well, if there is warm water, it might come in handy to warm up. The ocean was cold. Yeah, the stuff being dry is very useful, as opposed to walking around dripping water all over this cruise ship, perhaps it will make me feel a little better."
Zale wasn't sure if he had died, but he wasn't sure what he believed anymore. All of this was terribly confusing and all he wanted to do was go home. But somehow, he doubted that things were going to be that simple. He did have the little mouse that had borrowed itself into his pocket. He had to wonder why there were so many animals on the ship.
Zale had seen more people come in and even a cat. He hoped that the cat didn't smell the mouse, but he wasn't sure if he would get that lucky in the department. He wondered why it was that everyone could enter, but nobody can leave, there had to be an explanation for everything that was happening here. Maybe he could help them figure it out.
As soon as the lights went off, he nearly fell over on himself. He didn't know why, but he felt like somebody had punched him the gut. He managed to compose himself and he looked to see that some of the other people had the same reaction. Was it a coincidence or should he be worried that something terrible was currently happening to him?
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Joe was quiet, not certain what to make of the situation. Sometimes it made more sense to ignore death in favor of life, but the more time the ghost spent with the group, the less that things were starting to add up. Joe didn't understand what was happening, just that whatever it was was very offputting. Secret passageways, large groups. There was some sort of big picture, but the ghost had no clue what sort of danger the group was currently doing. It seemed very terrifying to Joe.
Joe didn't know much about technology, but the ghost did know this. Not many people here seemed to have the whole people. Even the people who had secrets seemed surprised by what had happened and the ghost wasn't sure what to make of that. If even the person who seemed suspect had no clue what was going on- then what the fuck was going on? It also didn't help that they kept meeting new people and then just as suddenly, those people would go dead or missing. It honestly made this experience even more terrifying then it should be.
The ghost had to wonder if these people were even there. People like Angelo and his family, Grace, the woman and her daughter. Heck, Joe could have sworn that there had been another person in the room, but maybe the ghost was imaging thing. Perhaps Peter could provide them with some answers, even if there was times that the ghost wa sn't sure that he was all there, seeing as he was currently talking to a cat. And the lights went out. And then three words had been said that terrified the ghost. Where's Peter? It also didn't help that the ghost felt weaker. " That can't be a good thing, especially with how I feel."
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Michael wasn't sure why he felt more on edge than before. He had all the information that the organization was willing to provide, but they had hired so many other people, more variables than he cared to admit. Between the scientist who didn't know how to shut the fuck up, he was starting to suspect that they had picked their helpers by throwing darts and whoever pictured it landed on was recruited.
It also didn't help that the others were scattered as far as possible. He got that they didn't want to look suspicious, but then why on Earth did they decide that it was a good idea to put Dan the Man on the surface team? He reeked of suspicious nature, even when he wasn't trying too. At least, unlike the rest of them, he wasn't spilling secrets or blowing his cover. Hell, nobody even knew who he really was. He had gotten himself so into character that nobody could see through the lie. Of course, there were some who suspected him, but nobody who could piece together. Hell, the people who had recruited thought he was just the FBI agent who had survived their deadly incident.
Of course, as he walked into the lounge, he noticed that there was something he hadn't expected. Zale. He knew that the swimmer had died on a cruise ship and was missing at sea, but he hadn't expected that the necromancer's power was powerful enough to wake the dead from a watery grave. As soon as the lights went out, he knew that the entity working behind the scenes had finally made their call. He had expected it to be sooner, but it was so interesting to watch the group try to figure out where Mr. Destin went. He already knew, but he remained stoic and took a breath.
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It seems incredibly important that we find our lost friend, it doesn't feel safe to leave him missing with these forces at work."
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Chrissie wasn't sure if that was true, but she wasn't about to question him.
God, what was it with men and magic that was so disgusting whenever she saw it? Couldn't people do magic without spitting in their hands? But hey, if it worked, she wouldn't complain about it, well, at least for now, there were certainly other reasons to complain, but that wasn't one of them for now.
God, she wished that she had some way to translate what he was saying because right now, it sounded like random gibberish that she didn't understand in the slightest.
You know, she was starting to suspect that he wasn't the safest person to be around. Who thought it was a good idea to summon a demon or whatever on a cruise ship full of other living people? She still wasn't sure what was about to him.
She took a deep breath.
The cat didn't look at the two of them, taking a moment to look at the ground. It seemed to be that there were a lot of people in the room and it seemed to only be interested in Jeremy.
Chrissie rubbed the back of his head.
"Can't say that I watch many horror movies, so I don't know most of these things. I can't say that the people in Slasher movies are honestly that smart, but to be fair, I had no clue what you were doing or why you were doing it. I am curious by nature and it would help if you warned me if you were worried about me doing it. As for what, I would do if you were a psycho, seeing as you have an XY chromosome, I would kick you where the sun doens't shine and then run away and hide again."
Chrissie tried to not roll her eyes, but she couldn't help herself, this man was being so stubborn and was being a complete tool. As far as she knew, he did have a few screws loose, even if he wouldn't admit it a loud. Thatt was the honest truth of the matter.
Why would you become a zombie? I think you might be overreacting. I mean, sure some freaky stuff is happening here, but like, there is no reason to freak out- it's not like there is someone here who could kill us easily."
She took a moment to look around. She noticed Peter before the lights went out. Huh- she had seen him in the cargo hold before Charles had arrived. " I know-" And then the lights went out and he was gone.
Chrissie was trying to piece together where she had seen him before and it was bugging him. She had seen someone who looked like him bring the corpse to the hold, but there was something different about the man, maybe he hadn't vanished, she would have figured it out, but it seemed that wasn't the case, maybe the answers would never be found though. She was okay with that.
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Christopher wasn't sure if they had found anything at all.
Okay, maybe they had found something, but it wasn't a good thing. All they seemed to be able to find was more questions that were piling up, sky high. So, there was no telling if that was something Charles would want to hear though.
Chris turned in the direction of Jeremy, but he wasn't sure what to make of that and instead decided to focus on what was going on around them and within his own field of view. He felt a great pain, almost like he had been stabbed twice in the heart, but he didn't know why he felt like that. He decided to focus on Darren, trying to see what was happening around and outside of the ship, but there was something else about the door opening. Chris could see that the weather had changed drastically, or rather, it looked like it had. The only thing that the group could see was a thick fog that seemed to creep outside of the room. For some reason, it didn't immediately come into the room. It instead lingered outside of the room, almost as if it wasn't natural but a trick of the light. The only places that Peter could be was outside in the thick fog. Chris would decide to look at the other passageways and he would find that none of them would open. It seemed that the only way to find answerss was to go into the fog and find them. But there was something that bugged the captain. Besides not knowing about the secret passageways, there was something else he didn't know. Why was the fog not coming in? He walked over to the door and he quickly found his answer. There was a glass set of doors between the exit and the open door. He noticed something else that was gone. It seemed that the pets Peter had on his person was also missing.
It seemed that the rabbit, cat and puppy were still here. First thing was first, it seemed very important to the entire party that they found Peter and he didn't disagree with that notation. He took a deep breath and finally composed himself. " Can't say that splitting up is a good idea, we always seem to find some sort of trouble, but if we have too, some of us should stay here and others should go out into the fog. I know this ship really well, so I can lead. Oh, yeah, sorry about my sister. I'm Christopher Fletcher, captain of the ship. Lehna, you mentioned some lanterns, how many do we have? I think as many as we have should go out while the rest of you lot see if there is something in this room. I'm going into the fog and I assume so will Jeremy, so that's two for sure." It was surprising to remember Christopher did have control and knew how to man the ship.
Peter Destin
Peter really had to wonder if the people who wired the ship knew what they were doing, especially when the lights started to flicker and then eventualy go out. In all the chaos, he felt someone grab him, but he wasn't sure who it was. But he knew it wasn't a friend because they were dragging him, while more bridal style, carrying him. He wasn't sure that made much of a difference, but he heard the door click as he was dragged out and down.
He wasn't sure who had taken him, but he also couldn't see in general. Whoever had taken had obscured his vision with a blindfold and his mouth with a gag. He had a feeling that whoever it was couldn't touch him though. He felt a glove and not a hand on him and he felt every bump. He knew for a fact that they were still on the cruise ship, but that was only because his connection to the pets who weren't directly in his pocket or on him were dead, that had alwas been hiss measure of how alive or dead a person was. He took a deep breath, wondering what had changed though.
Eventually, after about three staircases, he would find himself being taken out of the bag in a room. It was next to the the cargo hold and he felt it was barren. It was almost as if his powers had been dampened down here, they weren't dead, but they certainly weren't working and he looked to see if there wes anyone else in the area and he felt a cold shiver down his spine as he caught a reflection in the mirror of the one thing that he hated to see. The thing that was and wasn't him- the antithesis to his necromancy.
He stared at the man and took everything in. Though he wasn't there, he could still see him clearly. Hair more stylized than Peter, a less well grown beard and always, always the blue jacket with a grey shirt and a tie. It was what he always saw him. Though he wasn't real, Peter had started to call Mr. Death. Unlike Peter where everything he touched came back to life, everything that Mr. Death touched died- well, everything that was alive at least or held breath.
Of course, the reverse was also true. Whatever Mr. Death touched and died, he couldn't bring back to life. Neither could undo what the other did, no matter how hard they tried. But it couldn't have been who brought him here, he wasn't alive. He was just a figment of his imagination. " Come now, you know nothing is impossible, Peter. I think it is time that we have a long overdue chat about what is going on here because I feel I have insight," he replied. Despite every fiber of his being telling him to not do, he woud close his eyes and ask.
"What do you know?"
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