[center]☆trixxtal☆

Trixxtal was sitting on the edge of the ship, his feet dangling off the side. It was mostly because of his supernatural abilities that he didn't go toppling off the edge with every sway of the ship and the other half was just pure luck. It had been a while since he put Protettore to bed and he was patiently waiting for either him or Jecht to wake up, keeping himself busy in the meantime by making paper crowns. It was boring but there wasn't much else to do. His usual daily activities consisted of speaking with Jecht, hanging out with Jecht, telling stories to Jecht, eating, following Jecht, talking about pasta with Jecht, playing with Jecht, following orders from Jecht, petting Jechts hair, etc, etc. So when Jecht was out of the picture, Trixxtal was very limited with a choice of activities. Noticing this, one of the crew members had given him some paper that was lying around (idk how much paper cost in those times??? but they're pirates so hahahA) and taught him how to make crowns, animals, and other shapes with it. Inbetween his sixth crown and third giraffe Jecht appeared in the corner of his eye.

Suddenly rejuvenated, Trixxtal swung his legs back over the ledge and jumped off it, quickly making his way over to the captain, " What are you doing up? Why are you walking around?" Were the first things out of his mouth, his hands already on his hips in the most sassiest stance ever, " You should still be in bed, resting. You're probably not even healed yet so why are you still here and not going back to sleep? I've got everything under control here so you can go back and rest." Despite his words, Trixxtal was very happy to see that he was healthy enough to walk around and that that bastard wizard hadn't done any permanent damage.

☆fenrir☆

Safely locked away in his quarters, Fenrir sliced his thumb with his pocketknife and allowed the blood to drip on the circular mirror in front of him.

[i]проклятую мне жаль, что быстро продовольственные магазины поставляются, 
поэтому я могу получить некоторый выбор куриные наггетсы двадцать четыре семь[/i]

He recited the summoning enchantment over and over until his wound closed up and the blood dried. It took longer than he expected, but the mirror began to glow with a dull yellow and the image in it began to ripple. Soon an empty room appeared and Fenrir leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing, " I want to speak with Milton. I need to know what else I need to open the gate." He had learnt from past experiences that the being known as 'Milton' was sometimes busy and his attendant, a man named Michael, often spoke on his behalf. But today Fenrir had no patience and needed to speak with Milton himself, just to make sure that he had gotten all the correct ingredients for opening the gate.[/center]