Chrissie Fletcher ( Fargothia)
Chrissie took a moment to consider what he might be saying and she finally found the way. "
Well, I am so invested in the idea of a good necromancer as we don't know anything about him or her, and if there is even a connection to harvesting the corpses. What if the necromancer doesn't realize that he's reviving the dead? You seem so quick to damn him."
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It's interesting that you see it as a perversion of life, but yet, you summoned a giant monster that nearly killed us. I would say that is also a perversion to life as well. I also feel that there is more than one religion that supports the dead being able to be brought back to life. Does the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice ring true to that? I don't think every ghost or person brought back from the dead is destined to become corrupted. They may as well be like people, there's always a chance that something will go wrong. It's life."
Four facts could be discerned from analyzing the fog. 1) The caster was on the ship. 2) It was deadly to all who entered it. 3) It would consume once everyone left the lounge area, even if it was just a brief step into the passageway. 4) It was creeping in under the door. It would be less than four minutes before it got into the lounge.
Zale Lawerence, Christopher Fletcher,, Michael Ross and Joe the Ghost
Perhaps it was the atmosphere on the ship, but the words to calm down and take a deep breath that Lehna proposed had fallen on deaf ears, as it seemed that the group was too invested in figuring out what was going on in the ship that they couldn't have heard it. It would be true that things had gotten so bad that nobody wanted to listen to reason. It seemed that the group would need someone to take charge. It was thankful for the group that Christopher had finally snapped out of his haze of death to speak with the rest of the group. Otherwise, who could tell what might have happened with the group?
Christopher himself wasn't sure where the logic and reason had come from, but he was thankful that he was able to find some. The last thing he wanted was for the passengers to panic and lose themselves to madness. Whatever they had planned originally, everything had seemed to go off the rails and he wasn't sure when that had happened.
He noticed that the swimmer had felt better, looking and sounding a lot more chipper than he had before. It was beautiful to hear the melody that he was playing, but then the mist had creeped in and Christopher panicked. Where had that come from and why was it so dangerous to everyone in the room? He wondered what was in the mist himself and why it felt so deadly. He didn't like the feeling of not knowing things.
He noticed that he door behind the bar had opened and he had to wonder how many secret passageways existed on the ship that he didn't know about. He agreed with Lehna, but he wasn't about to rush into the passageway, as he wasn't certain what was awaiting him on the other side. He waited to see what the others would do first.
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Joe had posed the question and was met with the silence that the ghost expected. Nobody had seemed too eager to head into the passageway at first, but Joe wasn't about to give up on seeing who wanted to go into the passage. The last thing the ghost wanted to do was to head into a trap alone, preferring to stay with the group, no matter how dynsfuctional they were at times.
There was something weird to the ghost that the piano playing was both right and running. It had certainly helped to make a way out of the room, but at the same time, if Zale hadn't stopped playing, it very well may have killed her. How was it possible that two things could so directly duel with each other that it made no sense? Was this new player trying to kill them or lead them astray? It was unnerving that Joe wasn't certain which answer was the correct one either.
She looked at the Captain, "Does anyone else feel like a sheep being herded along?" She frowned though when Lehna just took off with a lantern. "Oh for the love of ..." She closed her eyes and counted to ten, "We probably shouldn't let her go off alone.."
Joe looked over at Constance and wonder what the captain's answer would be. "
Clearly, it seemes that way. Whoever is playing these games is leading us down a set path. I don't disagree with you, we should go in after her before something bad happens."
Joe looked over at the others and had to wonder if there was any connection to the disappearances and appearances of new members of the party. Peter and Zale hadn't been allowed to be together for long, but it was also very clear that any time any of them could be taken away. So far this game had taken seven of them and sent them to an early grave. Angelo, Daniella, Grace, the two little girls, Amanrath and more recently Sapphire. But just as quickly as they were taken, new players had emerged. Lehna, Darren, Astrid, Ari, Chrissie, the captain, Zale. It felt like somebody was playing one very long game and the ghost wasn't sure how that made them feel.
Joe looked over at her. " I will be the first to admit that felt too convenient for my liking? If I have noticed two things about this ship, it's this. We're not allowed to be alone for long and when we all wind up together, we have new faces and new people and wind up trapped in a room and lose or gain a member. It's what happened with the Captain, here in the dinning hall, in the bedrooms. Whoever is playing this new game wants us to be close together. They don't want us to seperate for too long, it seemes we are all in this together, for better or worse though,"
he replied.
Joe hadn't considered the fact that they could choose to not follow the woman. It was a very real thing that she hadn't considered. It seemed that it didn't matter if no humans had gone in the passageway, all the animals( minus the cat) that Peter had on him had headed into passageway with him. Joe looked over at her. " Is it depressing to think that following the animals seems to be our best course of action?"
The cat had remained behind, observing the rest of the humans. knowing the squirrel, the rat, puppy, rabbit, dragon and the cricket would be able to find their master, even if the humans were stubbornly debating if it was a good idea. It didn't look like they were going to have much time to decide, as the fog was definitely creeping its way under the door way, giving them less time to internally debate amognst themselves. God, why were humans so stupid?
The cat just let loose a low meow, before hopping up on the counter and walking across the counter, knocking down any other beer that the bad man planned on drinking. As much as she liked to see his corpse, the necromancer who revived the cat didn't like to see people die around him. God, it hurt knowing that there was one human she liked enough to do this for was probably in danger. It was noticeable that as the cat knocked over the bottles that the tag was finally shown to reveal that the cat's name was Alarm. Alarm seened to be a fit name as it had been the one who had noticed something had gone wrong in the cargo hold and helped to save Chrisie and Charlie.
Joe looked over at him. " You know, I am starting to suspect the cat is trying to tell us something," Joe commented as more bottles would tumble onto the ground, making a loud thudding noise as they broke onto the floor as well. It always seem to take a while for the group to decide things.
The ghost realized that it might be a good idea to follow them, mostly seeing as the only thing that had was a bunch of animals. Joe let loose a sigh, following suit, following the lantern light, though in the dark passageway, the otherwordly glow also was enough to light the way, even if it was slightly dimmer as she straddled the line between life and death.
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Qurrily happily climbed onto Jeremy's shoulder once he got into the passageway, enjoying the ride, as it was a lot beter than running to catch up with the rest of the group, knowing that most humans were faster than a squirrel, even one that had been brought with him. It seemed that the other animals had no problems catching up, but he was never the fastest and unlike the rest of the pets, he was not a baby that Peter had revived. He was a much older and grateful squirrel that was relieved that his master had found a special friend,even if they didn't remember each other, they seem to know enough about each other to calm the other down and he knew that Peter being alone was never a good thing, as he would talk with the one who wasn't there. He knew that his master was broken.
Zale had been quiet, sitting at the piano, wondering how it was possible that he was the only one who knew the piano here, but it was worse than that. He felt like he had been used, like he had been a pawn in a game that he didn't understand, and he didn't like that one bit. Whoever was doing this was messed up and this was coming from the man who had been thrown to the bottom of a cold ocean to die and did. Or did he? He wsn't certain to be honest, but whoever was to blame, it didn't seem to matter. He did notice that the fog was trying to creep its way under the door, but it seemed that it was going to have to get through the other smaller passageway before it could emerge on the other side.
The mage who seemed to hate the undead was observing the fog should be able to warn them if it creeped in, or so he hoped. He took a slow walk over to the bar and he would gently walk over to follow Ari. He didn't want to die here and he didn't want to be the last one out. He had a feeling that being saved wasn't something he would have happen to him. He took a deep breath, looking back and wondered if this was a weird decision to make, or if it was a wise one. It seemed that his question was answer when the Captain would follow suit with him and offering some support to the swimmer who still hadn't fully healed from his time unground. It was hard to find the words to thank him, but he smiled, taking a deep breath and hoping that it was enough to let him know that he was grateful.
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Joe had followed quietly and looked over at the two and had to wonder how they felt. It seemed that Lehna was already scared, so she didn't want to startle both of them more by telling her that she was also there. It was better to take some time for everything that was about to happen. It felt weird to think that everything was coming to the area as well. It felt good. The dragon had flew onto her shoulder as the puppy would be held by it, joining her as well.
The ghost coughed and looked over at her. " I think you are right, I feel like that there is some sound coming from that way and it makes me feel better to know that I am not crazy. It does seem one thing, Peter was definitely this way. There's some scuff marks on the floor, like someone had been dragged across the floor against their will.
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Christopher had to wonder that himself, as it seemed the fog wasn't something that could be fought, but he didn't dare to speak it a loud, knowing that it was a bad idea to make the others angry about what had happened. He hoped that the lounge was secure enough that the fog couldn't creep in, but he felt that wasn't the case as the swimmer seemed to want to get out of there. He would adjust him and would walk slowly as he himself was still a little injured from what had happened before. Thankfully, it was just a phantom pain now.
Chris wouldn't admit it, but he didn't enjoy the dark and enclosed space he was in, but he would make his way to the rest of the group, following the lantern light. He also noticed that the mouse and cricket had taken up some room, using them as a lift, seeing as they were smaller. It was good to know the pets weren't lost.
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Zale had to wonder how most of them had wound up with an animal, but he didn't dare to ask the question a loud, afraid that it would anger someone that he was so curious. He took a deep breath, as a memory of his past would pass by him and he took a moment to look at the ground, knowing that it was a dangerous thing to remember how he died. It wondered if the mage was right.
The swimmer looked over at him.
" I think we need to wait a moment for the rest of the group, I noticed the the fog was trying to find its way in when we were trying to decide if we are going to follow this route and I realized that we aren't going to make muc of a chance, so I think the rest of the group and the cat that stayed with them behind are going to have to catch up here. I do wish I had thought to grab a knife from the bar, but whatever was happening, we might have to do it together. From what the semi-ghost said earlier, somebody is playing a game with us and I don't think they are quite done with us." He would take a deep breath and took a moment to cpmpose himself.
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Michael had stayed behind, knowing that something bad was about to happen. He could just feel it in his gut. Almost as if cue, once everyone had been gone for a few moments, Alarm would meow loudly. The fog had found its way to creep into the room. He was right, they weren't getting a choice on if they were going into the secret passageway or not. "
Listen.... I like to not die," Chrissie replied, grabbing Charlie forcefully and pulling him away from the fog and taking the cat on her shoulder, heading into the passageway, catching up with the group as well.
He took a deep breath and looked at both Astrid and Dan, turning coat and grabbing both of them by the collar and dragging them into the passag way, using a lot more strength than either of them expected him to have, grabbing the lattern and a napkin wrapping a bundle of knives with him, placing both in his pockets. "
Normally, I would give you a choice, but the fog doesn't seem like something you can fight right now, so I think we are going to have to be sheep." He was also wheeling Peter's suitcase with the pet food that had been left behind as the fog would start to consume and just as it reach the back of the bar, Michael barely got them into the passageway, as it closed behind them as the mist consumed the lounge. Waiting for the trio was the bunny who hopped on the suitcase. " The only way out is through. Looks like it was never a choice."
The voice would gain in steam, echoing through the passageway and it was instantly recognizable to almost everyone on the ship. It belong to Peter and it was indeed come from the left path. There did seem to be a second voice, but it was less than recgonizable to anyone..... expect Jeremy.
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Seeing as splitting up never seems to work, it might be better to go forward," Michael replied, catching up with the group, dragging Peter's suitcase with the bunny and holding a napkin with wrapped knives. " Also, we just lost the lounge.... so it looks the only way forward is together, whoever is playing this game wants us together."
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