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Gabrian had indeed noticed that Ren had been avoiding him; after all, one day of finding the gryphon asleep was normal, but several? Yeah, something decidedly fishy was going on, and the demon was more than certain it had to do with the barely visible wound mark he carried on his arm. Now that he was up on the deck, he was surprised to spot his friend there (He'd figured Ren would be hiding somewhere on the lower deck, actually, as far away from the water as possible). It was only the fact he was still mid song when he spotted the other boil that kept him from moving over towards him. However, when the song was finished and Professor Blue had finished praising them (in his own way - after all, the nix read that smile as the equivalent of 'good job'), he made his way towards the gryphon.

"So," he drawled out softly, his arms still holding the garbage he'd found, "How long, exactly, do you plan to keep avoiding me, Ren?" a pause as he looked towards his right, having found and empty wooden box, where he placed all the garbage, "It's getting quite lonely here," he told the other boil, "I miss my puppy," he let out a sigh, wishing he'd brought his skellyphone with him, though he wasn't entirely sure it'd have had a signal anyhow, "And the rabbit too, actually. And Jack knows I miss you too, because you've not said a word to me since we left and we're on the same boat."

He didn't look mad, just... perhaps slightly tired. His head turned so he could look at the other students up on the deck too; in his opinion they had all done a good job together. Granted, singing was not the same as fighting off an elf-in-a-mecha-suit, but then again... baby steps and all that, right? "Anyone have any idea how much longer it's going to take to get to... wherever it is that we're going?" he seemed to pause for a moment, looking out at sea, "Does anyone even know where we're going yet?"

(( GM Event Roll ))

"Yes, my Puppy," he blinked down at Ren, looking slightly confused, "She's my ghoulfriend, and I think Puppy is a rather fitting nickname. She seems to enjoy it, if her blushing is any indication," a pause followed, "What, why, you want to share? Don't you have a bunny rabbit? I'm willing to bet the rabbit is more than enough. I believe she's quite the handful; should keep you occupied," okay, now he was just teasing him, but in his defense, he was trying to get the gryphon to look anything but sullen and... emo. Because, quite frankly, he was tired of sleeping alone; he'd grown quite used to sleeping in a nice, happy, warm cocoon of a pile back at home when he wasn't inside his water tank. Here on this boat, Gabrian had no warm happy snuggle pile and no damned fish tank.

The demon felt this was simply not fair, and thus, it should be instantly remedied. Or... at least taken care of as soon as possible, "Honestly though, Ren, why are you even avoiding me," he held up his arm to display the healed up wound, "Because of this? It was merely a scratch. It was much more embarrassing for me, than it was for you so... cheer on up and-" he was cut off when Sleuth decided that it was er... time to practice knot tying!

... what an odd pastime.

However, let it not be said that he would not give it a try! So thus, try he did; he sat down near Ren and worked away on a piece of rope. Except apparently, this 'tying the knot' routine was not something he excelled at. He only just barely managed a single knot on his piece of rope, and it quite clear that he only just barely managed it. He offered the Sleuth a silent apology as he set his rope down, "Clearly this was not my calling."

((.... oh boy >A> ....))

Gabrian wasn't entirely sure what happened. One moment he'd been pondering getting up to go fetch his guitar (after all, even if he couldn't tie a knot... that didn't mean he couldn't offer the others some music while they tried), and the next he felt the ship move oddly. Amusingly enough, the fact he'd been getting up allowed him to stumble and latch around one of the ship's poles, which allowed him to retain his balance.

Unfortunately, Ren was not as lucky and the demon watched his friend topple overboard for the second time since they boarded the ship. His hand shot out in an attempt to grasp the gryphon around his wrist before he fell, but he was just millimeters away. Despite the fact he felt his fingers brush skin, his hand simply closed around air, "REN!" he couldn't even rush forth and dive overboard again because... well, when he tried, Gabrian noticed that his right foot was, ironically enough, tangled around a mass of ropes he'd stepped in, and he couldn't yank it free, "Oh, Jack damnit! He can't swim! Someone help him!"

(( Rolling for Sleuth's minigame first ))

Mac stared at the silver pumpkin seed he was given; it was so tempting to throw it away. So very tempting. But, on the other hand, it was free money. Free money was great money! The seed ended up in a hidden pocket of his jacket after touching it as little as he physically could. Demon germs. Ugh. Soon, Gabrian was asking a question, but it wasn't until Ren added to it did he really answer; in the mean time, he was zoning out, staring off into the distance as though trying to see.

"No idea, man." Mac sighed, shaking his head a little. "Must be someplace important, if they wanted every student." It wasn't long after that did the Sleuth return, having them practice knots. He loved boats, he loved the water...but knots weren't something he'd ever really given a shot before. So, with a deep breath, he did his best.

Rosc had just grabbed a good bit of extra rope from the rigging when Ren was launched overboard. And the reaper who seemed wary of all the demons dove in right after in an attempt to save the gryphon. Really, the incubus could care less about other people, but he wasn't going to left someone drown, either. He just hoped no one expected him to help out others in situations less life-threatening.

Mac was already in the water trying to help Ren. If Rosc joined them, it would probably be more of a hindrance than aid, so he opted for a second course of action. He knotted the end of the rope, spun if over his head a few times and let it fly, watching it land farther from the other boils than he had hoped. His vision wasn't perfect, after all, and it really was no secret that he sucked at throwing things.

Arachne got quickly to her feet, rushing to the side of the boat, peering down at Ren that was now being aided..or not by the boil who had given her the coat. She saw in a quick flash that Rosciel had thrown poorly with a rope, Gabrian was tangled in rope and that Ren was by now hysterical and in great trouble.

'Jack.' she swore, and in one movement she grabbed the railing, kicked off the deck and dropped into the water a way from the boils. The water was freezing, but she knew that Ren was too scared to grab the rope and that the other boil had his hands full trying to stop him from drowning. She grabbed the trailing end of the rope as it bobbed towards her and carried on swimming, concentrating on cutting through the water and not the fact that her own limbs were already feeling the effect of the cold.

'Hey!' she yelled, pulling the sodden rope up, treading water near Mac and Ren.
'See if you can tie this around him.' she coughed, a wave in her face as she spoke, spitting out water.
'We get it tied, calm him down and they can pull him back.'
Arachne moved up to Ren, trying to avoid his flailing limbs, and shot a hand out to grab on of his wrists.
'Ren!' she spoke loudly, firmly, trying to get him to listen.
'I can get you back on the boat, stop struggling.'

As loathe as he was to accept help from a Demoness, it wasn't about him anymore; and besides, his attempts at keeping Ren above the water were futile at best. He never stopped trying to keep Ren afloat, even as he groped out to grab the end of the rope from her, working to loop it around the panicking Gryphon.

It was by some stroke of luck they managed to get Ren back on the ship, and after ensuring that Arachne was out of the water, he was about to climb his way back on board, when he stopped, spotting something green near him, bobbing on the water. His hat! Grinning happily (in fact, Ren's kicking was perfect in lieu of Mac wanting to kick himself for not removing this article of clothing before jumping in the water), he grabbed the hat and finally climbed back on deck, as sopping wet as the rest of them.

"Ren." Mac coughed out, sputtering out the last bit of water. "Relax, man. You're back on deck, deep breaths or something." After patting the other boil's head, the Reaper started stripping off his now very heavy jacket and belt pouches, wringing as much water from them as he could. "You're gonna need that jacket now, I bet." He murmured to Arachne, still clearly being 'chivalrous' and not wanting his jacket back.

Also, ew Demon cooties.