Early week 3

[loyalrebel]

I... will need a rundown of what the story is about what happened on the ship, and who is in charge. I would also appreciate some assistance in putting together some sort of disguise, I may have my legs again but it would likely raise questions if I showed up around the island.

[Malik is... back. In other words.]

I am... I will warn you all now. If you sneak up on me, I am very likely to strike first and worry about who I have hit later.

[Because there's really only one way to stop infiltrating mid-jaunt without someone using a Skill to do it.]

Comments

[thornsofmalkav]

Oh my god.

Okay. Well. The idea, basically, is that the people on the Cornu were refugees from everywhere who got on the boat in the Steppingstone Islands.

Anyway, there was a huge-ass storm, all the crew but Drizzt the cabin boy were swept overboard and drowned and since our mermaid school was there, but couldn't save the crew because none of us knew Song of Breath, we're escorting everybody to where they need or want to be in order to make up for it. And we're at the island so you humans can resupply before we continue on.

[loyalrebel]

Drowning is... bad.

I can certainly play along with that, I doubt anyone will ask where I was the past few weeks but I will think of something if pressed.

[thornsofmalkav]

If it wasn't for... everything, I'd claim you were staying on the boat while sick. But I don't know if that's such a good idea.

Maybe you could just be a weird bird all the time?

[awfullyironic]

Shit, dude.

-=stops himself from asking if he's alright, because nope=-

Dress like a chick, that usually throws people off. Don't even gotta be a pretty one.

[loyalrebel]

How does one dress like a baby bird?

[awfullyironic]

Dude, no.

A chick. Also known as a dame, or a broad.

As in a lady.

[awitchdidit]

...if you're able to speak of it, may we know who or what got you? We haven't found what's responsible for the local disappearances yet, and if something is going out of its way to attack people, we need to know about it.

[loyalrebel]

Jule's overlay has a poisonous totem. We ended up in an altercation and I ended up biting him in the fight.

I would not trust him any farther than Rose could throw him. He threatened my overlay's son.

[fruitknife]

Wait, the screaming gaijin threatened you?

Fuck, he's gonna be trying to run screaming from himself now, isn't he.

[awitchdidit]

Jules. Seriously? This was an actual threat?

I can see him picking up a poisonous ability, but being remotely aggressive seems a stretch even for an overlay.

[fruitknife]

Been in the boat's kitchen for the most part, if you want an excuse for why nobody on the island's seen you yet.

[loyalrebel]

I was thinking of going with being injured somehow, but that works as well, thank you.

[fruitknife]

Could always put the two together.

[claudiometer]

Thorne covered the basics.

[Private, double protected]

You make sure you talk to me or Altair if you need to, okay? Or Thorne, but the two of us are stuck in the water for the most part so your bro might be the best bet.

[If he's bothering to tell people he's worked up enough to lead off with punching, he's Not Okay, but Claudia's far too polite to call him on that in a public forum. At least some of the people he trusts are themselves?]

Private, Protected?

[loyalrebel]

...I died trapped in a cave.

Definitely so, and into infinity.

[claudiometer]

I see the problem.

You need company?

[papacerberus]

I can help with a disguise. Where are you?

[Private: psychic protection I]
Are you hungry or injured?

[loyalrebel]

I may simply use one of the alternate forms that I have as a base for it, but the rest will require help. I am in the Workshop at the moment.

[PRIVATE, no protection]

I am uninjured.

-> action?

[papacerberus]

I'll tell Gale where I'm going and join you in a few minutes.

[Lupa doesn't bother to say anything psychically while he does that, stopping briefly to gather what he thinks he might need from Vishuddha. In light of the warning, he makes sure his footfalls can be heard (if quietly) as he approaches the workshop door, and knocks for good measure.]

Malik?

[His voice sounds different. Female, specifically. Lupa's still in the female form he's been in all jaunt so far.]

[theflyingone]

[ Well shit. ]

Where are you?

[ Even before Thorne's post about the Network being untrustworthy, he never assumed it was in the first place. He always prefers talking about important things in person. ]

[loyalrebel]

The Workshop.

[He's not okay, bro.]

[theflyingone]

[ Altaïr goes below the Cornu's deck, then opens a portal into Liminal Space. He knocks on the Workshop door before entering. He's replaced his hood with a bit of sailcloth wound around his head, and his long overtunic has been put away as well. The shoulder of his undertunic still has some teeth-shaped holes in it. ]

[naturaltwohands]

[Drizzt knows instantly why Malik is no longer Infiltrating. He is friends with Altair, so at least he will have one comforting presence around. There's little that Drizzt can do.]

It is as Thorne said, in that I am considered the cabin boy. I am also Captain Deudermont's son, Drizzt. I was with the passengers when we lost the rest of the crew. So far, none have questioned the story.

I am the short human, dark skinned with black, curly hair--perhaps fifteen or sixteen in age. My eyes are still purple. Guenhwyvar is a large, furry house cat, and she is constantly with me. So that you may recognize me if we meet in person. Most people have... failed to do so.

[loyalrebel]

My overlay would have, but he was a paranoid sort who trusted nobody.

[And see where it got him.]

I do not yet know what I will look like, but I will tell you I am myself when it comes to it.

[naturaltwohands]

[Was. Drizzt needn't hear more to know.]

I am sorry for his loss.

Then I will see you when we meet again.