[The Captain turns on them, possessed and mad and twisted by something reptilian and terrible. They defend themselves, take him down. Restore the light to the lighthouse in the process. And as little grasp as he feels he has on this whole situation...Fjord can't help but be grateful Jester is here with him, for it.
It's not that he'd expected her to have bothered, much. (Technically.) Not even for his sake. But...Fjord's got some hard-to-shake investment in seeing the lighthouse come back to functioning. Just on principle. He doesn't know this place, or these people, but he knows, intimately, the importance of such things for those who rely on them. He wouldn't have wanted to be on the other side of this problem, back on the Lucidian Ocean.
(The snake people, as it turns out, are just the cherry on the fuckin' top of this uncomfortably familiar sundae.)
But...it's over, eventually. The Captain collapses. They scale back to the safer grounds at the top of the lighthouse and see that the light has flickered into life. And he exhales, leaning back against the stone wall of the tower and presses a hand against the sluggish bleeding in his side. (He'd gotten so used to his magic, as of late, as a way to solve his problems. And now, all of a sudden, he finds it truncated, limited. And he has to adjust to that all over again.)]
Why— [Wry, airless, lightheaded. Apropos of absolutely nothing, as he slumps down among the scattered mess of the lighthouse, the glowing crystal casting harsh shadows back at them where they stand. As if it should mean much of anything—] Why'd it have to be snakes?
[As far away as they are... He is very, very tired, all of a sudden. If anyone, Jester ought to be the one to appreciate it.]
wildcard, idk. lightouse aftermath-ish, sort of.
It's not that he'd expected her to have bothered, much. (Technically.) Not even for his sake. But...Fjord's got some hard-to-shake investment in seeing the lighthouse come back to functioning. Just on principle. He doesn't know this place, or these people, but he knows, intimately, the importance of such things for those who rely on them. He wouldn't have wanted to be on the other side of this problem, back on the Lucidian Ocean.
(The snake people, as it turns out, are just the cherry on the fuckin' top of this uncomfortably familiar sundae.)
But...it's over, eventually. The Captain collapses. They scale back to the safer grounds at the top of the lighthouse and see that the light has flickered into life. And he exhales, leaning back against the stone wall of the tower and presses a hand against the sluggish bleeding in his side. (He'd gotten so used to his magic, as of late, as a way to solve his problems. And now, all of a sudden, he finds it truncated, limited. And he has to adjust to that all over again.)]
Why— [Wry, airless, lightheaded. Apropos of absolutely nothing, as he slumps down among the scattered mess of the lighthouse, the glowing crystal casting harsh shadows back at them where they stand. As if it should mean much of anything—] Why'd it have to be snakes?
[As far away as they are... He is very, very tired, all of a sudden. If anyone, Jester ought to be the one to appreciate it.]