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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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 Posted: Tue May 17, 2022 12:50 am
"Nah, it's just a song. Apparently pirates 'n' s**t used to use them to keep themselves in rhythm or make work faster." Honestly, he wished it was fish. He actually didn't dislike fish and he was fairly sure that s**t wouldn't poison Faust. Then again, considering the bugs had turned him into some glowing catlight-- It was fading, which was probably a good thing. Probably. Maybe Faust would be violently ill next-- "You think I know how to sail boats? All the knowledge I have is from my apparent past self." Unfortunately. Hydor hadn't known anything, but then he had memories, and memories that belonged to some other dude on top of that but everything was related to sailing boats so far-- "Just grab whatever." Whatever Faust grabbed seemed like it might have had some utility. Hydor liked the coins, at least. Those might have matched up to some of the pictures. Maybe. Maybe he could figure out if there was any symbolism he was supposed to understand from these ******** papers-- "This place looks like it was abandoned suddenly," noted Hydor, gruffly, "considering we keep finding ******** coins and whatever these golden things are." He found another one, and also a mirror-- Hydor did a double-take when he looked at that. He squinted at himself in the mirror, harder, and for a moment, he swore he had cuts along his neck and his skin was mottled and blue-- "Yeah, ********, anyway," he shoved the mirror away, "looks like your catlight is fading, you wanna look around some more or?"
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2022 2:21 pm
Faust also liked the coins. He liked finding them on top of tables and pawing them off onto the floor. One hit the floorboards and rolled, until it fell between the cracks, and Faust was after it as if it led to a secret. But the gap was small — not quite large enough for him to fit his furry paw through the wooden hole.
Huffing, Faust sat back on his haunches. "Get some o' them past life memories, then. We ain't gonna know s**t about this place 'til you do." As long as Hydor didn't go singing those sea shanties, and figured out how to pilot the damn boat, it would be all they could ask for.
As for his comment, Faust only looked around. He didn't know how Hydor could tell any of that, so he just gave a catly grunt.
Faust stood and followed after the senshi until the senshi stopped at a mirror, and stared at it like it s**t in his morning coffee. Then Faust got up on a table, peered at the damn thing, and found his own face staring back at him. An ear swiveled back. The hell was Hydor on about, looking at this mirror?
Whatever.
"Lessee how far we get first, then we go back." Before the catlight was gone completely.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2022 12:06 am
"Workin' on it," was Hydor's gruff response in turn. What the hell did he see in the mirror? Was that a memory? Was that what he looked like? Why the ******** did he have cuts on his neck? Were those gills? Why the ******** would he have gills? ... Well. He answered his own question, there. Why the ******** would he have gills, indeed. "You saw nothing in that mirror," he clarified, just to make sure, as he picked up another thing in front of him, tucking it in his pocket. He could guess that by the face Faust was making, and the way his ear swiveled back, but just to make sure-- "Anyway. Yeah, as far as we can get--" Hydor quickly headed to another door, opening it up. "Looks like we found the berth--" Maybe there would be more interesting things there. Hydor started digging through what he saw and decided not to think about it--
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2022 4:52 am
"I saw my own handsome face!" Faust shot back, preening. That mirror was dingy as hell, though; if it got much worse, then Hydor would've been right about not seeing anything in it.
But Hydor was off like a shot, and Faust leapt down to follow him. By now, his catlight was nearly gone, and they would have better luck seeing off of his kitty beam, or by the glow of Hydor's cell phone. "The hell's a berth?" He called after the senshi. He was a cat, after all, and cats had no business on all these damn ships with their weird ship terms.
Did something come out of a berth? Cuz that's what birth meant.
When he walked in, however, he noticed cots stuck to the walls of the ship, or whatever the hell they called ship walls. They looked nasty, however, and most of them had some crap from the ceiling or the bed above it stacked on top. Pieces of wood, all kinds of dirt and dust… Faust didn't even want to hop up on one and curl up while Hydor stole s**t.
"Damn it's nasty in here. Ain't no way I'm touchin' any of this s**t," the furbag declared, and he lifted a back foot to clean his toes as if that proved his point. "This part's all you," he finished, just as the catlight extinguished.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2022 1:58 am
Alright, so all Faust saw was himself. That wasn't a magical mirror that made everyone look like some strange a** fish person. So it was just... him. A fishman. A merman. Who the hell knew. This s**t was getting more and more unsettling, in a lot of ways. Who was he? What was he? If he was some sort of fishman, he guessed it explained how they lived there in the first place... "Berth's essentially where people sleep." Or roll around in s**t, apparently. Or dust. Maybe he didn't want to think too deeply as to what some of this dust was. "Gonna need to bring some s**t with me to clean up next time, apparently," Faust said it was all him, but Hydor barely wanted to either. He approached a few of the cots warily, plucking a few pieces of wood off one of them and setting it to the side. He plucked next what looked to be a journal, with a bunch of illegible scripts, but there were a few doodles. He blew a bit of dust off of it, tucked it away, and squinted in the low light remaining to see what else he could make out. Rags, more coins, was that a bone-- No thanks. "Don't think there's too much more valuable in here. Just where people slept." He walked away from the cots, pulling out his phone to provide some replacement light. "Think we had more luck in other areas." Also, they needed a way to clean this all up...
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2022 5:42 am
"Clean up?" The cat snorted. Hydor was starting to sound like Quenton for all that cleaning nonsense. A little mess never hurt nobody! If Hydor was thinking he was gonna trip on it, then the b***h needed to try lifting his legs when he walked.
As Faust righted himself, he sneezed. Then he sneezed again. And again. Wiggling his head, he hoped that was the last of his troubles.
Then he sneezed a fourth time.
Okay, Hydor maybe had a point about that cleaning nonsense. Faust wiggled his head again. "Fine, but you ain't usin' me for a mop. You got that?" Faust glared across the room at his partner in crime.
Then he sneezed again. "Hell with this dump…"
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2022 12:38 am
Hydor snorted. "Please. If I use you for a mop, this place will just be full of fur instead of dust and bones and s**t. Not sure if that is a better alternative." It was, technically, but he'd rather have Faust help him in other ways -- even if it was by continuing to eat the bugs and glowing like a ******** Christmas tree. He was not convinced Faust wouldn't be ******** heaving later for that, and he swore if he needed to find some shitty way to explain this to the emergency vet he would rather not take Faust to, he might scream-- But if it was not ******** poison and just had a weird side effect-- Would he glow too if he ate one? Never mind, was not going to give the satisfaction of curiosity-- "Wanna get out of here for today? We can try again another day." Maybe a storm could sweep by and rid this place of ******** dust.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2022 6:10 pm
"You makin' fun o' my fur?" Faust scrunched up his brows at Hydor as he squinted distrustfully. What fool would doubt the luxuriousness of his fur? He had the best damn fur in all the galaxy, and this floating dump would be damn well blessed to be full of his fur. Hell, maybe that was all anywhere needed to start growing life again — sprinkle of Faust fur, then suddenly, life begins on Planet Hydor.
Having soothed himself with thoughts of godhood, Faust returned to his typical smug countenance. Just as he was about to suggest that it might be better for this hellhole, as a matter of fact, to use him for a mop, Hydor had suggested something different:
Getting the hell out of there. And since they traveled the place up and down and had little to show for it? Yeah, Faust was ready to go home. He could use a flank of salmon and a nap on six pillows and three blankets, maybe fourteen pets — but only fourteen, no more, no less — and only going home would supply all of that.
"Yeah, sure, let's blow this place. Try again next time."
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