[closed]

[scornful]

Date & Time: The Children's Crusades, 1212 [07/28-07/30, Exsilium Time]
Location: San Pietro Island off Sardinia
Characters: Catsovi e Viciro (scornful), Syllona (lexiconning)
Summary: *GERARD WAY VOICE* or more helpfully, mission
Warnings: WE ARE ROLLING IN THE BLOOD OF DEAD CHILDREN, MANY, MANY OF THEM

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[ arrival ]
[ crash ]

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crash

[scornful]

[ Now it just smells like blood, and Cat's tired. He wants a bath. He also wants a change of clothes. But they're still stuck out here, for the rest of the day, watching the bad weather build and listening to the shrieking wind in their ears. The rocking of the ship is far worse now than when they'd first arrived and it's starting to get to Catsovi and he wishes they could just cut this captain's head off now, but no, they've got to do it properly, they've got to get to this damn island first....

Cat's sword is drawn but it's not pointed at the captain. There's no need. He doesn't need a blade to force the man to stay at the wheel.

Catsovi heaves a sigh, and flicks a wet lock of hair back behind his ear. ]

Syllona? Still awake?

[lexiconning]

[ 'Awake' isn't quite the word for it. Aware is much more accurate, it's hard to be anything else.

The gale is worse, she thinks, than the back and forth of the ship. Good thing she'd decided against bringing her veil along for this... trip. A veil was a sacred thing, it most certainly didn't belong here. The winds would have snatched it up long ago.

Syllona sits with her back pressed to a corner, lifts her head when he speaks, wipes the sweat from under her bangs. ]

I hate the ocean.

[ Not a complaint, there's no tone behind it for that. Just a mumbled fact. ]

[scornful]

[ Catsovi shrugs. ]

It's not the most pleasant place.

Have you never been on a ship before?

[ Cat has no trouble making small talk now, now that the work is done. Casual, little questions and remarks, completely at odds with what they've done here. The presence of the captain, the man's fear and horror -- hell, Syllona herself -- none of it means nothing to him. He had a job to do and he's done it and now all he has to do is kill time until the next problem crops up.

Cat's grown quite good at killing time. ]

[lexiconning]

No.

[ She keeps her attention on Cat and off of the captain, hours ago it was uneasy talking in front of their hostage but that's since dulled. Talking is a small comfort anyway, a decent anchor to hold onto. There's no reason to pass it up.

It's not like there's anything else to do, Catsovi is all she's got. ]

Before the island... I only knew a desert.

What about you..? You never said where you were from.

[scornful]

It wouldn't mean anything to you, or to anyone. [ He pauses. ] A little place called Enoc. High up in the mountains. Only a few days' travel to the coast. But it's been a long time since I've been back.

[ He smiles, seemingly at the captain. ]

I spent quite a while in a desert, though.

[lexiconning]

Mountains. Was it...cold? [ She rubs an eye, head tilted just a notch, watching him. ]

I can't imagine it. It was probably nicer than sand and rocks, I bet. Even the temples were scorching on bad days.

[scornful]

Relatively. In some parts. Not where I lived.

[ To be honest, Cat doesn't remember much about his homeland. It was so very long ago, and he hadn't been attached to the place, as Cat wasn't one to get attached to any place. Or anything, or anyone. Pride aside.

He reaches up, flicks some damp hair out of his eyes. Ugh. ]

And you like that better than this?

[lexiconning]

[ She thinks that one over. Right now, it's not really weather that comes to mind so much as... a different bloodbath entirely. And with that are the differences between then and now, namely her participation in this.

Thankfully, blessedly, she just doesn't have the energy to entertain the thought for long.

Her brows furrow, and she mutters, numbly.]

I don't know. I guess it doesn't really matter.

[scornful]

No. [ Cat says this affably, without hesitation. ] It doesn't. Your world is very far away from here.

[ Then he brightens up again as he turns towards the captain. ]

But all worlds will meet in death, I suppose!

[lexiconning]

That's really morbid.[ Her attention flicks once between Cat and the captain. ]

...Are we close?

[scornful]

[ Cat just throws his head back and laughs. Morbid. Right.

But he cuts himself off at the last question and straightens up to look into the distance, raising a hand as if to shield his blind eyes from the sunless sky. His expression is dead serious for a moment -- before he smiles again. ]

I don't know. You tell us, captain.

[ The captain mumbles something, sullen and defeated. Catsovi slowly turns his empty gaze on the man, his expression unchanged.

The captain repeats his answer, louder, clearer. 'Yes.' Cat gives a small shrug. ]

And there you have it. Which means... ah... I assume the Initiative will be pulling is back before we go down with the ship.

[lexiconning]

[ She squints at him, at his laughter and that sighted gesture, Syllona doesn't comment on it though.

Like before, she avoids looking at the captain, finding a particular knot in the plank floor to stare at. Glare at. ]

They had better. I mean... you don't think they'd betray us, right?