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[ruethepollywog]

[After spending a few days resting from his arrival, Rue finally decides to explore the boat. Opening the door to his room, on deck 6; the doll looks around.]

Wow... This can't be a ship. It has to be an magician's atelier.

[The previous ateliers Rue was inside always had some monsters. He couldn't help but to be cautious, even though the information he received over the relic -- well communicator. The doll decided to transform in to a Pollywog (which is a giant yellow tadpole with a purple tail fin) to float about the ground and wiggle around the boat.]

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[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

[Relic?]

Yes, that's the communicator, or comm for short. It let's us keep in touch with the other passengers on board the ship. Here, let me see...

[She takes his and turns it so it's facing him again, pointing out some of the more important buttons]

This is the call button, what you would use to get in contact with someone. This is talk, to respond to a message; this is text, which is... sort of like mail, but much, much quicker. It's a bit tricky at first, but once you get used to it you should be ok.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

So a magician didn't make this?

[He followed the explaination before nodding.]

Thank you for explaining, Amaria.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

No problem, Rue; I needed it explained to me when I first got here, to.

[She hands it back and takes a sip of her tea.]

So, how do you like it here so far? Have you met many people yet?

[She's curious, so sue her >>; ]

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

This doesn't seem to be a boat. It looks more like an atelier.

[He takes back the device and puts it away.]

I have talked to a few people over the relic, but haven't met anyone; besides you.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

You're right; it doesn't seem like a boat at all. But if you go up to Deck 1, you can see the sides and the ocean around us, so it has to be.

[She blinks.]

Oh? Well, there's lot's of nice people aboard, but there's also some bad ones. Unfortunately, I'm not to sure who's here anymore, so I can't really tell you who to avoid...

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

I'll take a look later.

Someone did tell me to avoid a man named Erol. Do you know anything about him?

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

Erol.

[The faerie sours a bit, frowning. Her hold tightens on her teacup; well, at least someone's mentioned him to Rue...]

If you can avoid him, do so whenever possible; he's about as bad as you can get. He's got red hair and ears like mine, from what I can tell; I've never actually seen him, that I remember. He's sadistic and kills for the joy of it. Christine...

[Le sigh.]

Christine will tell you different, because she's infatuated with the man, but just stay away from him and you should be alright.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

Then he can't be that bad, can he?

[Although, the comment about 'kills for the joy of it' made a pit form in the bottom of his stomach.]

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

Please just trust me on this Rue, he is that bad.

[She knows what he's done, especially to Christine, but that's not her story to share.]

The man has no conscience...

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

I see and I do believe you, Amaria.

[Its not like he can't defend himself from the man, Rue does have several powerful forms to transform in to.

They needed a change of topic...]

Is there many things to do here?

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

[Nice switch, Rue; the faerie perks a little.]

There's a few. You can go swimming, or wander around some of the shops. There's a forest and some caves on one of the lower decks, and I've briefly seen a huge field of wildflowers as well.

There's a big library if you like to read, and an... ar-cade, though I'm not sure what that is...

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

How interesting.

[Rue picked up his fork to dig in to the cake, pausing to take a sip of tea.]

Are we allowed to go anywhere?

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

Most places, yes; some are blocked off with good reason, and the amount of decks we can reach is all the ones that are 'open'.

[She sips her tea, thinking.]

There are a couple of places that are 'technically' open that you should avoid, as well. Camp Carnival especially; it's dangerous.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

Camp Carnival? What is in there?

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

Monsters, from what I've heard. Demons and dead things and death. I don't remember if anyone's even managed to make it out alive, honestly.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

I could try and acquire their form. It would most likely be of some help to the rest of the passengers.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

If you went in there, you wouldn't be the same after wards, Rue.

[No one had been, that had come back after dying in there.]

There are other things you could... 'acquire' the form of here, but those ones are dangerous...

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

I'll be fine. You haven't seen my more powerful forms.

[He gave a reassuring smile.]

I doubt they can crush my will.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

[She tries to return the smile, believing him; hey, if she was at 100% power, she wouldn't be worried about them either, but...]

I trust you, Rue, but the boat hinder abilities; you might not be as powerful as usual in your forms. It's cut my magic in half, if not more...

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

What?

[He blinked, surprised by this information.]

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

Mhm, it's one of the 'catches' of this place, so to speak. Not only do we lose our weapons, but any abilities we have are weakened. Take me.

[She sits back a bit, concentrates for a bit, and manages to summon a tiny bit of magic into her palm, just a little orb.]

This is about all I can do, here, along with a few shield and healing spells. Normally, I have unlimited access to magic and spells.

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry to hear.

[He lowers his head.]

...So, that's where my Arc Edge disappeared to.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

Yes, they take all weapons away. Normally we don't need them, but sometimes...

[The faerie reaches across the table to put a hand on his shoulder, smiling faintly.]

I do believe you when you say you can hold your own, Rue. Just be careful, okay?

[ruethepollywog.livejournal.com]

I will, Amaria.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

I'm glad.

[And now she leans back and smiles.]

Now, finish up your cake! It's getting late.