[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/tznya388f/strange.png[/img][hr][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/0932819b33be06e4c32904e74e47a0e2/tumblr_onoy0hlU1s1rk4nywo2_540.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@mnkee][hr][h3][color=#0099cc][b]The Port of Tortuga: April 4th, 1719 - 3:56 PM Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	Alisanne, or perhaps the figment of her, smirked with satisfaction. She saw the violence and rage dancing in Edgard's eyes. While she may have loved him, or at least, she felt something close to love for him, she enjoyed nothing more than tearing apart someone's mind. It was always a far sweeter method of torture than just spilling blood. Cut a man and he will heal. Break his mind and obliterate each little piece of sanity that remains? That's a lasting wound. 

	As the outburst came, Alisanne was grinning like a Cheshire cat. [color=#b5ccf2]"Naze watashinojinsei wa anata ni totte kachi ga arimasu ka? Ai wa kodomo no gēmudesu,"[/color] Alisanne whispered. [color=#b5ccf2]"Edgard, why would you need to search for me? You only search for the missing and the dead, silly boy."[/color] She then winked at him before turning her attention to the other person there. 

	The brown skinned woman glanced over towards Edgard. There wasn't any trace of emotion on her face. No shock and confusion at seeing a man talking to a figment. Perhaps she could see Alisanne too, perhaps Alisanne really was there. At either rate, if Edgard couldn't trust his own mind, there was another human soul here to ask. Or to gut. It's hard to tell with the likes of Edgard at the end of the day which one will be more appealing. [hr][center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/0ca86ee0593b72d11a675894e7e85259/tumblr_oenbzow7fO1v97eq3o1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][h3][color=#0099cc][b]The Devil's Triangle: April 4th, 1719 - 3:56 PM Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	Septima blinked once. Once factoring in the announcement of Anastasia's newfound power, she then considered their next course of action. Had the flask worked properly, it would have restored Anastasia to her body. Instead, it appeared to have granted her a power through her vessel. Given the deaths associated with the mortals who drank from it, the vessel wouldn't last long. They'd need to take advantage of this while they still were able to. 

	"It is an ancient magic, child," Septima said sternly, turning to look at Millicent. "I had hoped that we would be able to use it with a vessel. Instead, I think this vessel will expire soon." There had to be some way to take advantage of Anastasia's newfound abilities, but they couldn't leave the island. It'd be a waste of a warm body otherwise and only result in another ghost vying for the flask's power. 

	"See if you could leave the island in the vessel," Septima suggested. If so, and if she is as fast as she claimed, there should be no trouble in [i]running[/i] across the water to Tortuga and retrieving their corpses. Perhaps the flask needed to be applied directly. "If you can, get our bodies. Maybe the flask needs to touch them directly." Sirena will manage to find the others this round.