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That was a very eloquent explanation.

"Wanna try that again without the full mouth?" was a response that made Hydor feel more like he was scolding a child, but that was what he went with as he waited for Faust to actually explain that in a way that made any ******** sense. Did he look like a dentist?

Hydor squatted down to get a closer look at what Faust spat out and immediately pinned, looking at it as it convulsed in a way that made Hydor uncertain if it was just spare nerves going off or if it was legitimately attempting to escape. It didn't matter, Faust might have had a point, maybe it was surveillance, but it also didn't look like any bug he had ever seen. And it wasn't like he was terribly familiar with dragonflies nor was he a bug-scientist, but it looked weirdly bright and shiny--

And then Faust agreed it wasn't surveillance.

"So this weird thing is just from here?" His brows knit. "The ********? I thought this place was supposed to be dead--"

He got up and walked back toward the railing to see if he could see anything down below, his eyes catching the glint again and following it and squinting at it as if it would help him see a bit--

One of the glints flew up and nearly smacked him in the face before flying around and over the deck.

"There's more of them."

A veritable cat feast. Then again, maybe Faust shouldn't be chowing down.

Hydor didn't really stop Faust as much as he thought maybe Faust shouldn't be doing that, partially because he was nearly getting brained by weird a** dragonflies of all things, partially because he noticed something else close to the surface, skimming along and moving in a way that made him want to get closer. Not close enough, of course; the boat wasn't exactly small and the visor he was wearing just made it so he could see, not give him ******** magnification.

... Too bad, maybe they'd be more useful, then--

Hydor turned back over his shoulder to declare to Faust, "I see some jellyfish," which was more a statement than anything particularly thrilled, but his voice dragged off as he noticed Faust munch at the glowing bits.

Well.

That definitely didn't seem like the best idea.

"Look, Faust, I don't know if I can cure you from whatever weird disease these not-dragonflies," he swatted at another one near his head; where the ******** did these things come from? They weren't here last he was there-- Was this a good thing? "give you, considering I know jackshit about what's in these alien bugs--"

He paused, thought about it, and added, "Though if it's bad, maybe we can dupe some of the Negaverse Mauvians into eating it."

It was definitely science. Priorities.

"Oh hell no." He was not eating some random bullshit jellyfish that were just hanging out in the water, nor was he going to go retrieve them. "They could be like those poisonous ones on Earth for all we know."

Faust was more inclined to just plow on ahead. Hydor would much rather evaluate everything in front of him repeatedly in triplicate before experimenting with new foods on some foreign planet that shouldn't have even been alive. The last thing he needed was for the bugs on his planet to make him start tripping balls--

And Faust really wasn't helping his impression by saying that the not-dragonfly's glowy parts were tasting like pop rocks. Generally, good food didn't literally pop on tongues. His brows rose, and he followed that up with a snark of, "Don't make me have to check your a** into the vet." Couldn't even take Faust to a normal doctor if he got his a** flattened by some weird Hydoric bugs of all things. Were there any veterinarians on their side? Did the Mauvians have doctors of their own? "That'd be inconvenient."

Well.

Treasure was at least not eating more bugs.

"I doubt they have a literal grill in there," Hydor started off toward what he presumed was the captain's quarters, despite. "Maybe some gold or something."

"Full of jelly?" Hydor sounded incredulous as if Faust should have known this, "hardly," as it turned out, humans were just s**t at naming things. "Mostly just skin and some other weird amorphous s**t? And venom."

At least, that was what he figured by all the warnings about avoiding jellyfish in the water--

Faust seemed to not be walking the most even behind him, and honestly, Hydor couldn't quite tell if he was seasick or if Hydor had been right that Faust shouldn't be munching on some weird otherworld bugs. Decided it was best to keep an eye on him; couldn't let him know he was actually concerned, of course, and why would he be concerned about a damn cat-- He paused, considered the things up his a**, and wryly admitted, "On occasion."

His mind flashed to a memory and just as quickly buried it as he mused, "Yeah, suppose so. Maybe I can pay off some of these goddamn bills too." Hydor snorted. That probably wasn't the intention of this world, but maybe he could take advantage of it--

Hydor walked through the door to -- yup, seemed like a captain's office -- the office and made his way over to the desk, throwing open a few of the drawers. Some papers and s**t he couldn't read, maybe a pen? He lifted the pen out of the desk and confirmed that thought with a grunt.

"Just some papers I can't read over here. You'd think if I once lived here, this s**t would make sense--"

It was nice to find a moment of brevity and commonality with a Mauvian of all things, but he kept the faintest ghost of a lifting of his lips as bottled up like everything else.

By the time Faust decided it was time to just make himself at home on the papers, Hydor was back to a normal faintly irritated expression as he found himself surrounded by uninteresting papers. Uninteresting because he couldn't ******** read them, anyway, even with the extra light -- where the ******** was that coming from? Didn't matter. Maybe something on this planet decided to actually be helpful.

"Yeah, let's find if there's a map or globe in this s**t. If there's any land anywhere on this ******** drowned planet that's gotta be the way to--"

Hydor paused as he looked at the source of light and realized where it was coming from.

That seemed like a problem.

A very bright problem.

"Uh, Faust, don't know how to tell you this, but you're glowing. Like a ******** Christmas tree." He might have briefly popped his visor off and held it up to Faust like a bad attempt at a mirror.

How the hell was he supposed to cure a Mauvian of foreign bug poison--

Hydor scowled at Faust -- why the hell would he make this up and expect Faust to be able to see it in his goddamn shitty visor mirror -- only to have Faust realize what was going on, freeze, and then be delighted by it, of all things. Delighted and lick his lips like he wanted ******** more! He didn't want to encourage anything to measure temperatures up the butt, but by the same token, this was how Faust would get himself poisoned and leave Hydor with little choice--

"People don't usually ******** start glowing," well, "except for those Transcended people, I guess, but even that has a reason," he scooped up a piece of paper as he followed Faust, moreso following at this point than actually heading any exploration of the ship on his own.

It helped that Faust was a ******** lamp, but--

The doorway Faust headed into led into what must have been some of the ship's mess. There were a few tables around with some cups and plates left on them as if they had been suddenly abandoned. Thankfully, there wasn't any rotted food down here, though Hydor noted wryly that maybe he couldn't count on Faust to not eat that, either--

There was a piece of paper, and Hydor made a beeline to that, holding it up. Might-as-well attempt to read some of this s**t while Faust was Probably Bug Poisoned Light.

Too bad it looked like ******** gibberish. He grabbed another sheet of paper in its stead.

"We could just grab whatever we can and take it back to Earth with us. Would prevent us from needing to rely on that, uh, catlight continuing to work." Would also prevent Faust from eating more probably--

That was probably the element of transcendence that interested Hydor the most. Not being able to be corrupted by things like those ******** generators was incredibly appealing to Hydor, especially considering what he felt that day. Never wanted to ******** feel that again. The invasion of the angry thoughts, of the saddened thoughts--

It brought him back to a time he desperately attempted to stay away from.

"One of the reasons why I started acknowledging why this place ******** exists," Hydor huffed, glancing at the pieces of paper he had managed to gather. This one actually had pictures, and he agreed with Faust in this case. The words were ******** useless, harder to interpret than ******** machine code. Pictures he could work with.

Not that he understood much of what he was ******** looking at even with pictures. He guessed this was something of the mess hall when it was actually being used?

Whatever. He could study this better later.

Gonna loot the place.

The mention of eyepatches drew a snort from Hydor. "I mean, I can't ******** sing, but maybe we can try some sea shanties to give the feel." He started by grabbing whatever papers he could. ******** it, he'd figure out what they said or pictured later. Maybe he'd actually be able to convince someone else to help him understand it. Maybe one of those aliens knew? What did Almadel ******** know?

"Grab whatever ain't bolted to the ground or ceiling and can actually be carried," he paused, glancing to the cups and the plates Faust had swatted off the ceiling racks, "and actually look important."

Was this gold? It certainly shined like gold--

Hydor plucked up a circular ... something, but it shined under the Catlight, and decided he'd go ahead and pocket that -- for a given value of pocket, considering his subspace pocket -- too.