Emjajoas
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Mortimer bows to the dragon, though he was visibly nervous as it was coming in. Objects in the distance gave him trouble these days-- his depth perception was off. "An honour to meet you, Volmuniix. And you, Deathbell."
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"Aye. I'm ready as soon as night falls." Mortimer thinks for a moment, then makes up his mind and decides to pose the question. "I don't suppose this dragon of yours is Alatreon, is it?"
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Mortimer pipes up, still not entirely convinced. "Are we not going to have to take out those cannons before we set sail? Who's to say we won't free everyone and set out only to be sunk? I've faith in you and your crew, Captain, but..."
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"Hmm. Do you know where any of your crew, or you ship, might be held from the blueprints? Not together, I'd think. Were you planning on splitting us up? We're a large group. Have you any firepower that could prove a good distraction?"
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Em nods solemnly, his thoughts wandering back to his storming of the Reaper's Citadel. Time travel, monsters, Seerus... Could the Bonapartes' fort possibly be worse? "What's the plan?" he asks, cutting straight to the chase.
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Mortimer's hand quickly flies to the patch over his left eye. He touches it gingerly. Darkness, huh? He frowns a little as they enter the gentleman's club, glancing around the establishment. He glances past the occupants of the bar, feeling very out of place. "Let's not keep them waiting."
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"Aye, lead the way, Omen," Em nods, having caught his breath. He slings his shield onto his back, glancing left.
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Mortimer, panting, greets the cat with a wave. "I'm afraid I don't have milk," he apologizes, leaning on his shield for support as he catches his breath. He swipes at the sweat stinging his good eye. "Did the Bonapartes drive you off when you were docked?"
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"We can toss him in the sea if you'd like," Mortimer quips, attacking Wight D with his Blazing Bow from the Back Row.
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Mortimer freezes in place again, trying to Repeat, but unable to move.
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Mortimer taps his shield fondly, Repeating.
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Mortimer feels panic rise in his chest as sight fades in his good eye. He hastily tries to fire off an arrow at Wight D (Repeat), raising his shield after he lets it fly.
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Mortimer, frustrated at his lack of success in attacking the Wight, scrunches his brow in disgust. He moves a hand quickly towards the left side of his face, as though he needed to scratch an itch-- He stops himself, instead shifting his focus back to the battle. He Repeats.
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Mortimer grinds his teeth, the shriek echoing in his ears. He tries to move his stunned body and fire again (Repeat).
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Mortimer repeats, ignoring the mage. He couldn't let anything less take him down after surviving the Reaper.
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Mortimer repeats.
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Em draws back his Blazing Bow and fires an arrow at Wight D from the Back Row.
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Mortimer hefts his shield again, a few more dents decorating the metal. He shudders slightly; the "beggar's" magic hurt. He fired at Demon Ray A from the Back Row with Erdy's Handcannon again, cursing under his breath that he couldn't block Guts' explosion.
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Mortimer coughs slightly, raising his shield. "Thanks, Hybros," he mutters, appreciating the remedy. He fires Erdy's handcannon at Demon Ray A a second time from the Back Row.
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Mortimer hastily hefts his shield, stepping out near the front of the party. He draws Erdy's handcannon from his back, a frown tugging at his mouth as he sees the enemies piling up in front of him. "Aw, hell," he mutters, Firing the Handcannon at Demon Ray A from the Back Row.
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"Aye, perhaps that cloak hides the source of that blood," Mortimer mutters, unsure of himself.
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Mortimer wants to press the beggar further, but sees that his questmates have it handled. He watches the scene quietly, reading to step in with Vigilant should things get violent. OOC: I should have Doppleganger (WP: 10, Retribution: The user inflicts any negative effects he or she has on the target enemy on successful hits; longsword) in my inventory as well, since Karie let Em keep the sword. Sorry!
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"Deserted for an entire week?" Mortimer repeats, taken aback. He shakes his head, taking a few careful steps onto the pier and glancing into the water itself. The Warden scowls as he inspects the water, addressing the beggar again. "Is there a log of incoming and outbound traffic? Of cargo? Who's in charge of the dock?"
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Mortimer rubs his fingers together. "Ash?" he mutters thoughtfully. "Were any ships alight, beggar? Fire is not easy to forget." Hearing Hybros' suggestion, he quickly brings his telescope up to his good eye, scanning the horizon.
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OOC: I left my Bright Polish at the Hall for Arthur and I received two Phoenix Essences, two Ambrosia, and two Mulled Wine that I had already paid Hybros to buy for me. Other than that, everything checks out for me. Mortimer watches the sun set, his shoulders sagging. He glances at the pile of boxes and barrels for anything interesting, his brow furrowed. How does one find a lost ship?
