[center]☆trixxtal☆
" I will continue this sassy attitude as much as I like Jecht and yo-" Trixxtal spoke over Jecht's words until the parrot arrived out of nowhere, landing on the captain's shoulder. It's sudden appearance was enough to bring Trixxtal into silence and soon confusion when Jecht seemed to accept it's presence. Still, it wasn't enough to make him forget the matter at hand which was getting Jecht to rest, so for now he pushed the parrot issue aside. Jecht appeared to do the same too when he continued his rant. " But you're not fine! You passed out after that wizard disappeared, how can you say that you're okay?!" His voice rose along with Jecht's but the other plowed through with his argument, ranting on and on about wizards and strangely Protettore came into the conversation and how training would be beneficial for the young child. Not that Trixxtal couldn't object. He wanted his dear nephew to be capable of fighting off his attackers, whomever they may be, and there was no better teacher than Jecht. Additionally, it was better for him to learn at a young age so he could get better with time. Hell, maybe Jecht was right when he said that Tori could become something great. Purebloods normally did. Whether it was Jecht's intention or not, Trixxtal could feel the fight draining out of him and he slumped his shoulders, ready to just say fine walk around as much as you want see if i care until Cepheus came out from the shadows.

Immediately, Trixxtal's stance straightened and he pulled himself back as far as he could without having to take a step backwards. On top of creeping him the fuck out, Cepheus always managed to make his blood boil. The grim didn't even have to say anything, just merely had to be in his line of sight, or even be mentioned, and Trixxtal's mood would shoot straight to fuckthatville. Every word that tumbled from his mouth fueled Trixxtal's anger even though what Cepheus was saying only proved that he was right about Jecht's health and also praised their relationship at the same time, and Trixxtal still had the overwhelming urge to push him off the side of the ship watch as the sharks tore him apart. 

Even after he left the two of them alone, Trixxtal's mood remained the same, " Yes, Jecht." His glare snapped back to Jecht and his voice sharp like a crack of a whip, " Listen to dear Cepheus and go back to your room to feed," He angrily dug around in his pocket for the hook, shoving it into Jecht's palm once he found it, " you sure look like you need it." He spat before turning around and storming back to his little pile of origami crafts. He barely acknowledged the parrot that landed on his shoulder and couldn't bother to shoo it off, so it remained. He stubbornly refused to turn around to see if Jecht was affected by his words and kept his eyes on the crowns. In the middle of the pile was the largest one, decorated in jewels and diamonds that they had raided from other ships. That was the one that he had made for Jecht and he had intended to give it to him, but that was before Cepheus showed up and everything went downhill. Taking the crown in his hands, he dramatically threw it off over the side of the ship, watching it as it fluttered into the ocean and slowly dissolved. " That'll teach him," he told the bird with a pout, and yet it didn't make him feel any better.

☆videl☆
"One thousand-nine hundred-ninety six...one thousand-nine hundred-ninety seven..one thousand-nine hundred-ninety eight," Videl muttered angrily under his breath as he pushed himself back up, "One thousand-nine hundred-ninety nine..." Hours had passed since he started his workout routine, but despite the ache in his muscles and sweat dripping into his eyes, he did not stop. No, this was his punishment for letting that blasted wizard get the upper hand on him and attack the entire ship. Like the rest of the crew members, Videl had been put under Valerio's sleeping spell and was incapable of doing anything else. After he had woken up and discorded this, he locked himself away in his room and started to train. The way he saw it, the more he worked out, the stronger he would become, and the stronger he would become, the better he would be at fighting off wizards and their spells. Of course none of this would make any sense to someone who wasn't Videl, but everyone on the ship knew that he would punch their teeth out if they even suggested he was wrong, so they left him be.

" Two thousand." Finally, Videl pushed himself off the floor and stretched out his back, hearing his muscles pop and his joints creak. Usually a thousand push ups was enough to start the day, but this time he went over to two thousand without a break and even though he ached, he felt better than before. " Now, sit ups!" He announced happily and dropped down to the floor, " One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve," And on and on he continued. 

☆fenrir☆
"Samhain?" Fenrir questioned, his frown deeping. As Milton said, the date was less than a year away but ideally Fenrir would have wanted it to be sooner. The other ingredients he had collected would probably last until then, but it was the livestock he was concerned about. This meant that he would have to keep them alive until then, such as giving them suitable living requirements and food so they wouldn't die from nourishment before Samhain. He would have to make sure to talk to Fantine about where they should store their prisoners once they reach the island, and where to find food for them. The crates of blood that they had already could only last so long before they start to run out. All of these were hassles Fenrir hadn't foreseen when he had started this quest, but if all this meant that he could see Freya again, he could gladly do it twice over. 

" A body? Does it have to be dead? Alive?" He asked. This was also a set back. One of the many reasons he had fallen in love with Freya was her beauty, and he was disappointed that he would never see her face again. But ultimately it was her soul that he was mated to and it wouldn't make him love her any less. The only problem was finding a suitable vessel for her to possess. He thought back to the pair of vampires that they had captured from their last raid, a young man and woman, both vampires but only one of them was a pureblood. The thought of his beloved Freya inhabiting a body of a vampire made his toes curl in disgust and he quickly pushed that idea back into 'the last resort' plan just incase all the others fell through.[/center]