[Faris doesn't spend any more time in the flotsam rags than he has to, doesn't say a word as the crew escorts him down, and slams the cabin door so hard it almost breaks. He doesn't question the magic writing machine--just devours the information on it until he sees that there's a place for him to find his things.
Mercifully, it's on the ship--so by the next time Faris appears on deck, he's kitted out in his rightful gear--and beneath all of it, the pendant. He's going to figure out who took that off him, and they're going to suffer.
But right now, he paces the deck. At least the sea is the sea, no matter what world he's on. He darts his eyes around warily at the other 'riftfarers,' wondeirng if there will be a familiar face among them, when he catches site of the enormous turtle they're sailing towards.]
Neptune's Beard, when they said Leviathan I expected a snake.
Eltrut
[Faris takes a peak into Inkwave and turns out of the place quickly. He can feel that the abilities he learned from the warriors in the crystals aren't there--not gone, but more like there's a wall up between him and them now. But he isn't about to let some octopus in a hat shove an inky needle into his skin just because some pirates told him that was the procedure. He's going to need some proof first. Anyway, he's still got his sword.
Instead he just... lets the current take him. There's something comfortable about it, even. He's not so surprised at the sight of wolf folk--seen 'em before--but it seems that there's something from every branch of the animal kingdom walking around with a shirt on.
The current gets him to a tavern, unsurprisingly, where he soon finds himself being chatted up by a drunken old seadog until Faris finally admits that yes, treasure is something he's generally interested. He runs his eye over the map.]
Oh aye, and I'm sure it's as genuine as chocolate cutlass too.
No crystals this time Questboard [Not that Faris has much respect for the law, but until he has the feel of things around here, he's not going to go breaking it willy-nilly. No, he'll do honest work today.
He's got no interest in an eating contest or testing sham medicines, but he is more than happy to fight monsters. He hasn't gotten the tattoo yet, but he's sure he can get by without it for a little while. He shoots a sidelong glance at whoever's perusing with him.]
What're you thinking of, slugs or sharks?
In the midst [Some part of her that is definitely Lenna and Krile looking over her shoulder makes Faris reluctant to go after peaceful slugs for the sake of medicine. Sharkgulls it is--and boy the sign wasn't kidding.]
By the deeps--[That's all Faris allows himself before plunging into the fray.]--Oy! You want yer fight, get it over here!
Wildcard!
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Faris Scherwiz | Final Fantasy V | Corsair
[Faris doesn't spend any more time in the flotsam rags than he has to, doesn't say a word as the crew escorts him down, and slams the cabin door so hard it almost breaks. He doesn't question the magic writing machine--just devours the information on it until he sees that there's a place for him to find his things.
Mercifully, it's on the ship--so by the next time Faris appears on deck, he's kitted out in his rightful gear--and beneath all of it, the pendant. He's going to figure out who took that off him, and they're going to suffer.
But right now, he paces the deck. At least the sea is the sea, no matter what world he's on. He darts his eyes around warily at the other 'riftfarers,' wondeirng if there will be a familiar face among them, when he catches site of the enormous turtle they're sailing towards.]
Neptune's Beard, when they said Leviathan I expected a snake.
Eltrut
[Faris takes a peak into Inkwave and turns out of the place quickly. He can feel that the abilities he learned from the warriors in the crystals aren't there--not gone, but more like there's a wall up between him and them now. But he isn't about to let some octopus in a hat shove an inky needle into his skin just because some pirates told him that was the procedure. He's going to need some proof first. Anyway, he's still got his sword.
Instead he just... lets the current take him. There's something comfortable about it, even. He's not so surprised at the sight of wolf folk--seen 'em before--but it seems that there's something from every branch of the animal kingdom walking around with a shirt on.
The current gets him to a tavern, unsurprisingly, where he soon finds himself being chatted up by a drunken old seadog until Faris finally admits that yes, treasure is something he's generally interested. He runs his eye over the map.]
Oh aye, and I'm sure it's as genuine as chocolate cutlass too.
No crystals this time
Questboard
[Not that Faris has much respect for the law, but until he has the feel of things around here, he's not going to go breaking it willy-nilly. No, he'll do honest work today.
He's got no interest in an eating contest or testing sham medicines, but he is more than happy to fight monsters. He hasn't gotten the tattoo yet, but he's sure he can get by without it for a little while. He shoots a sidelong glance at whoever's perusing with him.]
What're you thinking of, slugs or sharks?
In the midst
[Some part of her that is definitely Lenna and Krile looking over her shoulder makes Faris reluctant to go after peaceful slugs for the sake of medicine. Sharkgulls it is--and boy the sign wasn't kidding.]
By the deeps--[That's all Faris allows himself before plunging into the fray.]--Oy! You want yer fight, get it over here!
Wildcard!
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