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Who: Characters involved
Status: Open with planned starters
Where: Around™
What: Faris takes on May Manta quests with companions
Warnings: Likely none, will update as needed

Dark Water: Shipwreck

[Sailors are going missing, ships are getting themselves caught up on rock and reef. It's turning into a dangerous springtime out there. But Faris is only too familiar with danger. So here he is, navigating a dinghy with a great deal of care through the patches of oily darkness towards the sound of a clanging distress bell--likely a fishing trawler in trouble.]

I shouldn't like to chuck a match on this stuff. [Even if it's probably some dark sorcerous substance rather than pitch. He sits up straighter as the source of the distress call comes into view. As he'd thought, a fishing boat, rocking as something, or things, strike at it from the water.] The water 'round that ketch looks to fairly be boiling--they're beset by creatures of some kind! Hope you're ready for a rumble.

'Ware of Sirens

[That posting by the fish fellow, with the not-at-all cryptic sentence beneath, beware of sirens... it had caught Faris' eye immediately, and sent a shiver right down her spine. The one encounter with a Siren that she's had is an experience she'd never care to have repeated in her life ever again.

...But not everyone knows what a siren is, or what it does, or how to fight it. The four of them had just been damn lucky that old man had lost his memory, or they'd all have had their souls et up like lobster in butter sauce. Faris knows what she'd be facing down now, and that means she's got the means to protect others from it... maybe pay back Galuf from beyond the grave.

He's not going to be a fool, though, which is why he's sought out a willing partner for this venture.]

First thing's first. Have you ever run into any hypnotisers, mind-readers, or suchlike charlatans?

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[Bloody hell, the streets are noisy to day. Clank-clank-clank went the buckets, all the buckets on this damn planet by the sounds of it. Faris stomps down the docks to the shore and takes his fingers out of his ears at last to hear...

MORE GODDAMN BUCKETS. But also, the sounds of a fish slapping the sand... a really big one. He starts looking around the low-tide rocks.]

Avast there, what's all this?

[Soon he's going to hear some very colorful swearing from the buckets.]

Fucking pig when I get my hands on their snout I'm going to roast him over a spitfire and skewer his eyes through his ass—

[And much more that cannot be shared—

But Faris will likely recognize that voice and will find Aranea in...not quite her usual form. Her upper half is normal (she managed to keep her shirt thank gods), but the lower half is a dark red fish tail like a mermaid's. She is also drenched with several buckets knocked over around her.]

[Ever since taking that once-off job from last month's Manta board, Faris has become a regular deliveryman to a certain tall tower in the forest.

He's doing his best to bring the poor girl a variety of things to eat, even if it has to be monsters--doesn't mean she needs to be bored of her food on top of it. But as he approaches the tower, he sees that he's not the only one here today.]

Ahoy, Miriam, what are you doing about this place?

[Miriam didn't notice him there at first, her attention on the forested horizon where the tower would eventually be.

Her thoughts seemed to be elsewhere, but she snapped back to focus when she heard a familiar voice.]

Hm? Oh! Hello, Faris.

[There's a small woven basket hanging off her elbow, its contents carefully wrapped up and hidden from view.]

I'm- [a little pause,] -delivering something.

[She did trust Faris, but it seemed best to be...discrete about this sort of thing. But this wasn't the first time she'd ferried monster parts about--even ones meant for food.]

[Conversely, Dion has never encountered like a Siren, at least not in earnest, and has little knowledge of the legends. Still, he's not going to let anything do harm to innocents if he can help it, and he's more than willing to lend Faris his aid when they ask.

He shakes his head at the question, though.]

Not first hand. I try to avoid such conmen.

[dangerous waters are nothing new to eizen. between seas being naturally hazardous and eizen himself being a hazard, he full well knows things can get dicey and fast. that said, dark water like this is a new one even for him. it's... unsettling. eizen eyes the water warily as they drift along. it practically looks like oil. faris' comment about setting it on fire is almost tempting to try just to test whether or not it'd actually burn.

but that'd probably lead to everything around going up in flames knowing his luck.

any further pondering regarding the water gets interrupted by noises from up ahead. eizen looks up right as faris speaks. a fight is something he honestly expected. such is the reaper's luck.]

Aye, always. [he flexes a wrist.] I can fire off an attack to draw their attention over. Just let me know when you're ready.

[fighting these monsters might not be too easy, especially while on their turf, but him and faris ought to manage well enough.]

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Mermaybe (for Aranea)

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Pandora's Tower (for Miriam)

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'Ware of Sirens

dark water: shipwreck