#capnflinthook

 “Oh, heya, Captain Flint! Fancy seeing you here!” Van gasped, out of breath. 

 Having perked up from his corner where he’d been busy gathering his trinkets and map together, Wanderin’ Van had spotted the space pirate from across the ship, though only a quick, shimmering glimpse. It was more of a glance at the sharp twinkle of the Quickhook, then a flash of white; the lesser pirate knew, it was none other than Mermadion’s greatest pirate!

 So of course he’d gone and chased he little guy down the treacherous halls of the Gallera! Not that he really expected Flinthook to pay any attention to anything that was not intruding on his pillaging, or beneficial to it. 

 “You’re so fast... that hook of yours is quite the gem... sh.. sheesh..” The task would not have been so daunting to catch the captain if the Gallera had not been armed to the teeth with traps, enemies, and all sorts of the like. The Baron seemed to be preparing for Flinthook’s arrival by doubling his defenses.. 

 Smoothing down his soot-stained frills, the wanderer gathered himself and turned back to the tiny captain. “Uhm, I’d recommend not using bombs on the track up ahead. Or really shootin’ much..” He shook the grit from one of his frills to emphasize, chuckling nervously.

@capnflinthook

[ Augh! Do you ever mind your own business? The answer is no. ] 

 A scoff came from the Fluidoform, hose-arms crossed firmly as he turned away from the tiny pirate, as if he’d personally offended him by asking if he ever stopped running his mouth. Metaphorically. 

[ And you’ve no right to be talking such smack to the Baron this way, you little pesky pirate! You’re in my quarters now, and that means you have to follow my rules! ]

 Gesturing to the green-tinted ship the little captain had oh-so-gracefully infiltrated, he was still somehow expressive as he waved his noodle hose-arms about the hallway. 

Still lost as to whether or not this.. Individual, could read sign language or not, the captain offered a mere shrug. Lots of people recognized him from all over the place. It wouldn’t be too unreasonable that some folk knew Flinthook from other dimensions.

Maybe a little impressive.

Of dimensions, that backpack thing could open wormholes? Something that powerful had gone missing? Then again, the Ferlandian Scepter went missing more often than now, but the man who owned it got it back quite frequently. It was even in his hands, at some point, before it vanished somehow. He never learned how.

          [ ❄ ] -- Frustrated and more than a little unsure of where to go from here, Hunter reached into a pack at his side and pullet out an electronic tablet, the insignia on the back of it matching the curious diamond-shaped badge on his lapel.

          He seemed to be writing something on the screen for a few seconds, then looked back up at the other, recognition finally dawning in his eyes as he snapped his fingers.

          “Oh! You’re well-known in this world...I think I saw a doll that looked like you in the last spaceport’s gift-shop?” He tilted his head, “...Wait, can you...not talk?” It was just now occurring to him that the fellow had been using sign language earlier, something that varied too much for them to learn beyond the basics.

There are some stuff people don't notice right away if you take it from them. For Sneaky, it is her mask, her bracelet and... her hook, really?! Couldn't the thief at least take some of her powerups?