[center][h1][color=FF1493]Sophia von Zeerover[/color] [/h1][/center]

...What in the blazes was all of this?!?!

First she was shoutin' at a hurricaine and trying to not die, then some other lass jumps in on things it seemed, and then someone screamed the name "Su" into things, and then some other group of people beginning to barge into the place. Then the girl who'd been trying to kill her left (maybe taking some of the others with her ?) but leaving the other people behind? The pirate's face twisted into a displeased look, before she ran a hand down her face. Her stomach, in turn, rumbled with a now more intense hunger than it had before as well. 

This sucked like all hell at the moment. 

Sure, the contracting with the blasted ship hadn't been a bad thing at least. And she'd been tryin' to talk to someone and ascertain the situation ere'. But with the more that happened right now, her frustrations were growing more and more towards a boiling point. She was not happy with all of this back and forth, and a lack of answers for that matter. 

She was even willing to talk, for Vanderdecken's sake! But no, someone just had to try to murder her, and all the world arrive to cut things off. Though she didn't want her intentions to be held wrong, she was happy for any assistance in not dying. That was a good thing. 

...But it was the lack of anything else from the girl who had tried to murder her in cold blood that was getting under her skin the most. No words, no nothing but a sudden disappearance or escape or something.

[color=FF1493]"Blast it all! First i'm waking up alive fer' the first time at all, then a blasted ship contracts me for some reasons ave' 'oh there's a nasty monster nearby who might want ya' body', an' then i get prodded by a blasted prosthetic to talk to a girl, and then get drug off to all of this!!!

I've got all tha' damned questions in tha' world for all of ya' landlubbers, an i'm gettin' mah' answers from that girl first, dammit!"[/color]

The large cannon-armed transport ship, which had been floating in the distance, began moving over towards Sophia as soon as Su had disappeared. And quickly. Its ghostly appearance as it came to float over Sophia was more visible and distinct up-front, however. A certain "eeriness" about it that, and odd magical energy that hung in the air that differed from Soth's own presence a great deal. Its sails had some tatters, its hull some worn look to it, and the anchor and chains on it clinked a little as it moved even. But it also seemed to gleam with a certain "newness" to it, magically-speaking at least. It wasn't Sophia's patron, but it was at least a nice bit of magical craftsmanship.

Sophia used the chain arm prosthetic to reach up, grappling onto the ship's deck, before pulling herself up onto it.

[color=FF1493][i]'Alright, can ya bring this ship back ta' normal-world then? I'm goin' after tha' girl for answers. Not ta fight er', but...blast it all this might not look good. 

Jus' get me back, an' send whatever thing patrons tha' girl a message then, or somethin' to let em' know we are in peace!'[/i][/color]

The pirate communicated back to her patron with a bit of a huff, trying to focus her willpower into calming down...at least a little. Maybe. She was feeling a bit irate, and the ship seemed to take it in before communicating back in its own rough approximation of a 'language'.

[color=brown][i]'...Creak creak...RATTLE RATTLE RATTLE, CLINK CLANK RATTLE!'[/i][/color]

Before Beacon's eyes, the transport ship, with Sophia on it, began to seemingly shimmer out of existence. Or something. A fog was forming around where it was too, so it was becoming rather hard to tell, even on Sophia's end. But she could feel [b]something[/b] at work, at least. 

More than that, however-

[color=FF1493][i]'Well at least ya can get be back, this time-... 

...-Whadda' ya' mean 'please don't go after er right now' an' 'what do you think would make a good gift basket'??? I'm goin' after er' to talk, nay a battle in me bones right now! Ah' jus' need answers![/i][/color]

[color=brown][i]'CREAK CRACK, RATTLE CLINK...'[/i][/color]

[color=FF1493][i]'...WHAT?! Did ya speak ta' ya own shipwright with that mouth back in tha' day?! Don't ya sass me, ya haunted hunk of wood!'[/i][/color]

[color=brown][i]'...CREAK CLACK, RATTLE RATTLE CLINK CLINK. RATTLE CLINK CREAK.'[/i][/color]

[color=FF1493][i]'...Ok, ok. If ya nervous then lemme' do the taklin. Sorry fer' the insult, am' jus' in a bad mood myself after all ah' this, ok? We both kinda figurin' this out...

An' i dunno', jus' send fruits and shiny baubles and such i'd want ta' think. I was just born ta'-day, so its not like i know what a blasted gift basket needs ta' have in this case. Fact, I don't even know who this lass' blasted patron is, like ya' apparently do.

Look, were both new ta' this, jus' do what ya' can!'[/i][/color]

[center][h3][b]~Other Side, Back In Penrose~[/b][/h3][/center]

As the pirate conversed mentally with her patron, she felt a tug similar to what had been done before to bring her to that...alien city, world, place...thing? She had no idea for sure, would probably ask later on or just get told about it. The ship seemed to have a talkative penchant for somethin' without proper speaking capabilities.

In the meantime, a fog-shrouded flying ship would be appearing in the air over the crypt. More slowly than Su and company had reappeared, but it was appearing. Its magical energy was at least different to the kind Soth had given off, completely so if nothing else. 

[color=brown][i]'CREAK CLINK! RATTLE CLINK...CREAK CREAK!'[/i][/color]

[color=FF1493][i]'Good ta' her ya' in a better mood! And i accept ya apology. I'll refrain from ya' having to bring me back again, tho, since this takes ya' time an' struggle n' all.'[/i][/color]

Walking over to the edge of the ship, Sophia looked down and tried to make out if the winds-lass was around here, or if she'd left already. Her eyes squinted hard as she tried to pick out anything among the people still lingering in the area. Anything recognizable, at least. Maybe....like a hairstyle! That could work, right? That winds-lass had a distinct hair at least. 

But maybe some shouting would help? She was close enough for em' to hear...maybe. 

[color=FF1493]"Ey!!! Winds-lass, er....Su? I think that's ya name? If ya can ear' me, an' are down ere' at all, there's some things ah' need ta' ask ya about! Can answer questions as well best i can, ah' suppose!"[/color]

[color=brown][i]'CREAK? CREAK CLINK RATTLE CLINK CREAK.'[/i][/color]

[color=FF1493]"Ah' know i'm shoutin' down to all of em' where they can ear' me.....don' afta' tell me how ta' project my voice more loudly...sides', i'm waitin to see if the lass is down ere' at all....idiot..."[/color] the pirate girl responded in a normal voice, as if speaking to herself as she puffed her slightly reddening cheeks out and folded her arms for a second. 

[s]Ok, so maybe her shouting could use some work in technique. But she didn't need a blasted ghost ship telling her like it was her schoolteacher givin' a lesson! So embarrassing...[/s]

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