~The Sea~
Not much needed to be brought on land other than his trusty hook, but if things were to get sticky, he would need his gun and sword. Nothing quite like having several advantages. Leaving his cabin and ready to pillage, Sydius smirked against the furious wind as the Flying Mirage softly rocked against the shore. The swashbucklers got to work in prepping the boarding docks. It was almost midday now, which was the perfect time to scope out the area, stalk victims, catch up on gossip about Newcomers. After leaving the majesty of a ship behind, Sydius decided first things first: he was going to hit his favorite pub and start drinking down some pints.
Most of the bayside villagers either recognized the notorious pirates and avoided them for their lives or had been sparred the stories and lived in danger as targets. There were some in between too, of course.
Sydius cooed with a sigh as he entered the old, rickety pub and breathed in the cedar and booze scented air with that wicked smirk of his.
~Steam City~
The lack of skill and self awareness showed crystal clear with the kid, as he didn't even size the girl up. Only the look of confusion filled his face, not of readiness or suspicion. He didn't know a single thing about and still took her offered hand without hesitation. Some Familiars had a powerful imprint, one that could blind them from anything possibly harmful about their partner however that was not the case in particular with this Newcomer. He was just naïve. Standing up he furrowed his brows at the nickname.
"Pommie? Is that…?" He paused, steadying himself. Just what kind of game was this?! He didn't remember signing up to be anyone's pet! Maybe this was the game's way of initiating members, players? It was far different than he had expected. But of course, how easy could it be to completely reach someone's subconscious? He guessed all "virtual realities" had to be a gimmick of some kind. Right? Finally, he said something that held no doubt or uncertainty. "The name's Lain McHowl. It's nice to meet you, Amenia." If this game started him out as such, he'd ace it and move on. Still, the magnetic pull left him uneasy, it was like nothing he'd experienced before.
~Carnival of the Dammed~
The she-creature, arms still extended forward and eyes on her Ringmaster, let those silky smooth arms drop when she realized the Newcomer was nowhere to be seen. They couldn't have scared her that badly, could they? Being born and raised in Nightmare, and living her childhood as a slave on the high seas, Nexus couldn't fathom fear for the Freaks. They were far more civil than any of the Pirates, and some of the Inventors of Steam City. Despite the horrors, the smell of blood and death, this was a haven, and once you knew how to look and talk to the people of the Carnivale—and who not follow into their private tent—you would find it quite fun beyond the bewilderment.
Once she heard Cenota claim the Newcomer was still there, Nexus tilted her head curiously. Her hair was almost completely dry now, and if they were still to venture to Steam City, it would be imperative she grab her bottled water. She would be useless to her Ringmaster if she dehydrated and shriveled up. Considering how fast her hair did dry out, she was tempted to take a dip back into her murky lair, but that would require taking her skirt and chain mail top off.
((Hahaha, no worries Axinite. :3))