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Grey eyes would glance over towards the occupants down below. The notion makes her silently shudder. To be lost or trapped forever is a fate worse than any else. For a moment she pities them...but only for a moment. His words soon pull her back in as she stays close.
"I don't see why we couldn't. With enough feeling, anything can persist after death." Be it from love, pain, or anger. If it's felt enough that could will one's spirit to continue long after.
"This place...is a lot more uh, dreary compared to our own." A bit ironic but it made sense. The afterlife for monsters was a place of celebration. Not to mention information and access to it was readily available for the living compared to the humans. She's trying not to show her fear in such an unfamiliar land but the specter can't help but place a ghastly hand upon his shoulder for a bit of comfort.
"What's that up ahead?"
"People tend to think themselves as above animals. Human ghosts, vampires, humans turning into animals... never the other way around. I suppose some of that still clings to me. I hope I'm wrong and we find something other than the Ancients here." Waters only known by the Ferryman and the Ancients, they're fairly sure that even their father doesn't have that good of a lay of the waters here. This could be their chance to put their name in history.
"The Sea of the Damned is shaped by memories. To my understanding, the Ancients had to come here fleeing from something, and the Ferryman is only here was Ramsey's attempt to balance out the war he wages against my father. Any memories that are brought here aren't exactly pleasant." As of instinct, Junior puts their hand on hers, giving her a little squeeze.
Junior leans in on the wheel, trying to peer through the fog. "Lights. Too far up to be from the rowboats. Could be another ship, or land."
"But not an insect." In somewhat typical Addy fashion, it's unclear if she's joking or making the statement to better understand their description. It's a bit of both, in reality. She tilts her head slightly, considering their description. Still, the additional details give her something to consider—she can't say she's heard of a buzzing noise coming from magic objects, but if they've experienced it before in those circumstances, then it would make sense for it to be worse with the company of those who deal specifically with magic.
"So maybe you're sensitive to magic," she suggests. Again, she doesn't know if that is possible, but it was what made sense. "If it's always happened around magic items, and it's been since you were a kid..." She trails off, considering. "Interesting." While magic isn't her expertise, the theory does open up potential implications that Addy is somewhat intrigued by.
"Not that I could see." Junior hums, looking back at the tent of the Soul's madam. "Maybe it's because I'm cursed...?"
They give her a puzzled look. As much as their father told them of these cursed items and whatnot, suddenly coming to terms with the fact that they might actually be able to feel these things is hard to wrap their head around. "Is that such a thing?" Maybe that's why their father never allowed them to read on the more esoteric books?
"Well, if we've got a lead, we've got a course at least." At least they can trust Addy- not that their crew is less trustworthy, but they're definitely more brash and brawn than her. "Thank you for accompanying me, I'll make it worth your while. And hey, if I die... you can always turn me into the Souls for a satchel of gold." An uneasy chuckle, trying to ease the tension they feel.
Not like they will be around for checking rumours about the taverns. With the acquisition of the child, Flameheart is making plans to remain at the estate for at least a while -- the full amount of time is still up in the air, but it will be decided upon once back. But, he will leave the comment un-responded to, instead focusing upon the child. Chuckling when the act of revenge is done. Already acting like him. This kiddo is definitely his, already showing signs that they will be very similar to him, “ You'll be a mighty pirate one day, mijo. ” The sounds outside barely catch his attention, knowing that crew is going to share similar sentiments that Horatio had -- surprise that they are leaving so quickly and perhaps some may be angry. It would be a mistake to question his choices. He can smell it in the air, the lingering storm. Seems they will not completely evade the storms, but it should not be too big of a problem. His spot is not moved even as they get into position, hearing the distant clap of thunder. A pondering thought how the kid would react to the storm considering what they had gone through with the fight prior, “ We'll be there soon, ” Reassurance for the little bundle.
The child seems unaffected by the distant clap of thunder, looking out the window briefly as they continue to nibble and suck on Flameheart’s, attention turning back to their father.
The storm ahead turns worse than expected, the crew having to work all together as one to keep the ship on course. The waves rock the ship mercilessly, and with the sky completely covered and low visibility, it's only a matter of time before Horatio has to come back to the captain's quarters to call for his captain. The child is curled up against Flameheart, sleeping soundly through it all, one tiny hand grabbing tightly the end of his beard.
"Sir, we need your help with the navigation." His captain usually doesn't need to be called like this, more often than not, he's there with the rest of the crew, but that obnoxious little bundle has his attention too much- hopefully not enough that he lets the crew get lost in the storm.

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A hand soon cups her chin as she ponders. Monsters did have access to way more colors! Purple, orange, yellow, blue, etc etc. "Guess that's the Phantom Lord's doing or something. Makes it easy to tell a human ghost if they're all green?" Eh, it was just a thought.
With the prep time before entering this crafted portal, Spectra warms herself up. A few stretches here, a look around for the objects to possess just in case it's needed, and soon enough she's back to Junior's side. A glance or two is given before finally speaking.
"Be careful. This is unfamiliar territory for me so...you'll have to take the lead and direct."
"These also aren't born monsters. They were human, and a lot of them still consider themselves so." There's cases and cases, levels of consciousness- much like with skeletons, some ghosts are more aware of their fate than others- and some have taken the spectral visage not through death, but the Athena's curse that Ramsey passes around.
As they sail into the portal, they come out the other side into a calm, windless sea, surrounded with a thick greenish fog. They retain their movement, sailing slowly past rowboats with single occupants holding a lantern. "Those are the souls that the Ferryman hasn't taken in. Lost forever in the Sea of the Damned."
"These will be uncharted waters for the both of us. Quite an adventure. Do you think we'll find the spirit of the original Kraken here?" Something irks at them, that want for an adventure, meeting the unknown with expectations, rather than careful dread.
His head tilts slightly, curious as to what would require his attention at this moment. There are no pirates needing attention from the representative, so he has had a bit of free time, so what better way than to spend it with the other? Cherri gives a trill before landing upon Junior's hand, mimicking as a bird would fluff out their feathers before settling down to stare upon the surrounding and then the large table, “ Pirates seem to enjoy having an animal companion, even ones that are spies. . . ” Humerus does find himself curious about the shape beneath the blanket, “ And. . . what about that? ” Another test or a treat for the Warden?
What a delightful little bird. The attention Humerus has given this one has definitely given it something more of a personality- it acts more birdlike than the parrots under their control, but it's hard to tell if it's, just like with their parrots, a reflection of their subconscious, or if the magic truly is behaving differently with this one. A treat is given to Cherri, a little piece of cuttlefish bone for it to sharpen its beak on.
"That is the next step. I'm still working out some kinks of the more complex locomotion, but I'm quite proud of the progress so far." They grip an edge of the sheet, and pull it away, revealing a very much human frame, but in the same fashion as reaper parrots and the other animals they've been working on. With the same gaping heart shaped hole in the chest.
"Since these pirates have already proven to take in reaper animals as pets, I wager it wouldn't take much to also take one in as crew." Hardly the hostile takeover their father would prefer for taking over the Sea of Thieves, but Junior thinks this a more elegant solution.
LIFETRAP TEST
You experience the world in terms of control. Other people in your life always seem to be more powerful than you. You feel that you must please them. Sacrifice yourself and submit to them. The only person you do not feel obliged to please is yourself.
You feel trapped in your life. You are constantly meeting the needs of others with so much attentiveness that life loses its freedom. You are passive. A sculpture being shaped by others. Life happens to you.
When your needs are constantly frustrated, anger is inevitable. At some level, you know you feel used or controlled. But you feel your needs do not count. It is hard for you to connect with what you really want or prefer in a situation. You feel overwhelmed and confused. It is easier for you to do what others want. You rationalize your tendency to please others. You tell yourself that it doesn’t really matter.
It is rare for you to express your anger directly. It is far more common for you to take it out in a disguised fashion. You procrastinate, show up late, or neglect legitimate expectations that people have for you. It is difficult for others to know whether you are irritated or simply weak. Many conclude that since you act unstably, you are in need of more control and direction from them. In this way, you perpetuate your pattern of putting others in roles where they feel they must control you.
You appear to have multiple, equally prominent lifetraps. It is possible that you have several lifetraps that are all strongly expressed and which co-exist in you. But, on the other hand, it is also possible that one of these lifetraps is your primary one and that the others merely accentuate it. We are unable to say. For the same reason, we are also incapable of giving you a more personalized description.
There is a soft chuckle out of the pirate captain, amused by the little pout and the quiet response to it all. Absolutely enamored by the bundle -- just how silly the little thing is. In the past he has shown no mercy to even those who are young ; if they have something to do with one of the companies, they were slaughtered and used as an example. But not this kid. And it makes him curious if the kid's fate was to be used for a ritual. That is the sort of thing they would pin on him, using a baby for some sort of ritual. Not as if that would be happening. As far as the Order will know, the child sank with the ship. None lived to see the end result, “ No matter the possibilities of what those witches wanted, those will not be happening. ” The touch against his beard does get Flameheart to shift his gaze a bit -- he is finicky about his hair and beard, only allowing Horatio to even get close to touching it. Yet, that gaze is on temporary, humming to himself and giving another gentle, teasing poke to the kid's cheek, “ Make haste. We should be able to move swifter will less loot aboard. And if anyone complains. . . ” His gaze rises for a moment, that vile dark stare, “ Have them take a close observation to the hull's exterior. . . ” A note is made about the tone, a possibility that he may have some pushback from the one he expects to follow his every order.
The scene is sickening. Horatio doesn't even want to get close to the baby, lest this thing cast whatever spell it has his captain under. He stares at the child from a safe distance, trying to just pay mind to Flameheart. "I'll keep an ear out in the taverns for any hearsay about the witches' plans." He knows a couple that cannot handle their drink and get very loose tongued...
The poke makes the baby puff up their little cheeks, blowing a drooly raspberry at Flameheart for poking their cheek again!!! The gall of some people.... They do, in a mighty show of revenge, grab Flameheart's finger and give it a toothless nibble, settling back down and mostly drooling and suckling on it.
"Aye, sir." That's the last of it, seems like. Horatio leaves the captain's cabin, closing the door behind him. The crew doesn't need to ask much, able to tell just about how the conversation went by the look on the shipwright's face. "What are you looking at?! Unfurl the sails, we're setting course to the estate, get a move on!"
In no time, the Ashen Dragon turns towards the estate, catching the wind at full sail and heading directly into the storm ahead.....
A slight huff came out through the bovine's nostrils as he closed his eyes at the question. "I do not know what to say to that. Frankly, I just respect any mammal. What's the point of categorizing mammals into either prey or predator?" He muttered under his breath, leaning back in his chair while focusing on Junior.
"Horn punctures," Jabari pointed out. "I don't see a lot of victims inflicted by suspects using a part of their own body to kill. Sure, I've seen more that uses either their teeth or claws but this..." He gestures to the case file. "I rarely see one getting punctured by horns." He frowns slightly. "I've been going through the system, to cut down which mammal species wouldn't exactly do that. It's taking a lot longer than I have hoped."
"You're one of the normal ones then." They've seen how the city is. The changes of look they get from some people when they recognize the feline form under the clothes. At least they aren't also realizing they're a walking skeleton underneath.
"I'd like to see the body. The marks are.... odd, something doesn't add up." Junior leans back dangerously on the edge of the table, looking back at Jabari, almost falling out from the table, but remaining stable. "The wound looks relatively clean, making the shape of the horn would narrow things down by a lot."

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"You wanted to see me, sir?" Humerus stops before the Servant of the Flame, arms folded behind his back and he gives a bow.
"Humerus. Yes, I did. Come here, I want to show you something." Jr offers a hand up, not for Humerus to take, but for his Reaper Parrot to perch on.
"I've been working on the next logical step. The parrots have been very useful, and the willingness of some pirates to take in different kinds of Reaper animals has been.... surprising, to say the least. A welcome surprise." They bring Humerus to their workshop- wooden parts of animal bodyparts, half assembled reaper creatures are strewn about, but there's a large table covered by a blanket, with a suspiciously human shape under it.
"Me? Green?" The poltergeist stuck out her tongue in response. She was purple from head to toe! That's just how she was! If she were made green, then she'd look like a common ghost. Urgh. Totally not cool. Arms soon cross over her chest in response.
"There better be something worthwhile in there, otherwise I'm going to annoy you way more than usual." Despite her clear annoyance, she isn't leaving. Spectra may snip and snap, but she's committed as well.
"You're about the only ghost I've met that's not green." Not a total truth, they've seen the spectral visage of their father on the sky, red and glowing as a second sun, but they chalk that up to the ashen curse. Even projections of the Lords are green.
"As if that's possible." Jr chuckles. Is this what having a sibling is like? Flameheart might as well have adopted her under his wing as well... "If we can find where the Ancients are hiding, we'll definitely find something worthwhile." They turn the wheel of the ship to head towards to massive rocks leaning on each other, creating some sort of gate. One last look at the position of the sun, a whispered word from an ancient looking parchment, and a stream of green falls from where the rocks meet- when it touches the water, it starts to fill up the gate, until the portal opens fully.
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1. What does their bedroom look like?
Jr- Junior's had all the space in the world and a little bit more. They still like to decorate their room with trinkets from adventures, mostly their father's, and they've started to put their own on display. They have some of the smaller sized paintings Flameheart had made of himself and Jr as they were growing up that they recovered from the estate, tucked away.
Overall, Junior is pretty organized, even if they tend to veer more on the maximalist side of decorating their room. They like to fill up the shelves with trinkets and books, and their desk often has at least a couple of stacks of tomes and parchments of projects they're working on.
Horatio- He's never really had much of a space to call his own. When he was young, his space was shared with his younger siblings, and there was only a brief period when he wasn't sailing too much and living with his wife that he had a semblance of a room. After that, his space's been mostly whatever hammock he slept on aboard and a desk where he worked on his blueprints. Because of that, he likes to keep his things organized within a small chest he can carry with one hand. Trinkets from his family, some of the tools that hold more sentimental value and sweets he keeps for later.
Even now as an Ashen Lord with his own quarters, they're more of a workshop than a bedroom. He has a bed he hardly uses, and the most elaborate thing in that room is his work desk.
Grimm- Arguably the least organized of the crew. Lots of things scattered around on the floor, most horizontal surfaces are filled up with either papers or trap projects, and yet somehow Grimm knows exactly where everything is at any given time. He keeps all trinkets he's gotten from Duchess close to his bed, and any little gifts he's gotten from the Lords or even Flameheart also set aside in their own little displays.
2. Do they have any daily rituals?
Jr- They'll check up on Humerus at least once a day, and lately Chi has been included in that little ritual. Most their day is pretty fluid, things change depending on what needs to be done and who needs help with whatever that day, but they like to check up on their mates at least once.
Horatio- Doing the rounds on the fleet. He'll personally check up on the Burning Blade, then the ships of the Lords, then the ships of the Ashen Guardians. He has Elise accompany him as well, and personally note down any repairs that need to be done and the resources needed for it so he can do it all at once- excepting the Burning Blade, which gets repairs right away.
Grimm- Every night he'll wrap it up with a small party at the Lair's tavern. It doesn't matter who's in it at the moment, he's up for drinks, a game and a chat. Some of the more social Reapers have picked up on this habit and join him along, so there's always a small crowd at night at the tavern.
5. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)
Jr- While they like to keep things tidy and organized, Jr tends to get a bit too into work sometimes and they can lose track of time easily. It's easy to tell when they've started a new project or are nearing a breakthrough from how disorganized things can get. Parchments strewn around, a small flock of Reaper Parrots hanging out on the beams of their quarters, and their coat and hat thrown on their bed in favor for just the hood and a more comfortable shirt to work on. Their uptight façade can fall apart easily.
Horatio- Borderline neurotic about the tidiness of his workspace. His tools are pristine, every ship blueprint parchment has a spot and he has a system he doesn't make anyone else privy to. Horatio very much dislikes anyone coming into his workspace being too loud, and Grimm is actually forbidden from entering his workshop while he's busy.
Grimm- While his room can look a mess, it is all very clean. Grimm also goes a long way to make himself look presentable, he takes great care of his wardrobe, brushes his hair daily and keeps his crystal beard well preened.
19. What do they think about before falling asleep at night?
Jr- Until they were cursed, they thought about the adventures their father had told them about when they were little. During the period of being freshly skellie cursed until the Reapers were properly established and Flameheart brought back, the few times they actually slept were uneasy and mostly self doubting if they'd ever live up to the projected expectations they thought Flameheart had of them. Nowadays, they sleep thinking of what the future holds. Projects they want to start and their mates.
Horatio- Absolutely nothing, he'll conk out and have dreamless sleep.
Grimm- He'll be buzzing with ideas for new traps and trinkets to get his fellow Lords, but he really hardly sleeps, maybe a couple nights a month.
37. What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?
Jr- They'll transform into a skellie cat or a bird and very much hide away, mostly perching and napping in Chi's ribcage.
Horatio- Sweets. He'll be fully at one of his stashes, and more often than not either aboard the Burning Blade or by his king's side.
Grimm- He'll go visit his sister and spend some quality time with her. One of the few times he'll actually be quiet as well.
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"You and me both, still awake at 3AM." Jabari grumbled slightly, looking over to Junior. "Might as well let you help me solve this case. It's been giving me quite a pain so I'm having a hard time finding leads with this case." He then handed the case file over to Junior. "Take a look at it and let me know what you think of it so far."
The little skeletal panther is quick to make themself comfortable in the workspace. They clear a piece of the table to sit on it, staring at the board and taking in the information. Hopefully their father isn't behind this crime, they're aware he's been making himself at home in the city, and that means starting to get territory for himself.
"A murder, oh my. I do have to wonder, what's this hangup you people nowadays have with splitting everyone into prey and predator? As if one's more likely of doing crimes just for what they are. The wounds on the victim look like horn punctures...."
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"I don't bark." The Commander huffs. He has meowed before when drunk, but that was a whole different thing. "... I may, if my king wills it so."
"I do, however, have the collar. Made it to my king's specifications within my own taste." A wonderfully crafted piece, if he's so bold to say. Treated leather to be fireproof, dyed a nice shade of blue with ashen crystal accents. From the leather of a GMU Sea Lord too, no less.
"But that's hardly for your unworthy eyes to see. Now begone."
"He does bark, and he has for decades. Don't let the old man try to fool you."

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