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Limosa had yet to leave the maritime world bearing her magical name. No, leaving the Admiral's office she'd taken back to the streets, watching the cloudless sky. It was odd, almost still here -- no wind blew, nothing to stir the great sailing ships docked and she had to wonder wqhat was keeping them afloat; what kept the water from reclaiming the ancient wood. Perhaps magic? That... Seemed right, based on the gems in the bow of each. The senshi hummed, touching the largest, and hummed again.

"A real beauty, isn't she Admiral?"

Admiral Limosa turned slowly to the man, eyes taking in his face as the sea wind ruffled white hair, herocean froth colored skin flecked with dots of sea water she ignored as she took the man in. He was built as a typical Limosan, tall, board, with sharpened teeth and fingernails, dotting of dark freckles on his nose. Admiral Limosa stared calmly.

"She's no Louisoix but nobody can match my ship yet. Has she a name?" A good natured smile crossed her face, the man smiling sheepishly.

"Oh aye, she's The Kraken's-"

Before he finished, they were charged, a small crew of dissonantysmoving in on the pair as the Admiral turned, eyes narrowed.

Not all approved of the planet taking refugees as equals on their crews -- in fact, many demanded slaves for more profit -- but the Admiral and her council has agreed and spoken and the law said otherwise. Still, as the head, the Admiral was always targeted. Drawing up a hand, she remained calm -- she need only deflect until the loyal came. She would never kill unless it came to war, but the tensions were brewing and counsel spoke of possibility, but for now? No. Rapidly, she used her magic, and black ink immediately assailed them.

Limosa shook her head, the girl removing her hand from the ship before modestly peering at the side, but she couldn't read the scrawl on the side, and so instead moved, mentally noting the grey, sunbleached stain of black on the ground as she moved away, and shivered, wondering what could have happened. Her mind whirred with questions-- what was happening to her here? Why was this place so still and... Dead? Limosa shuddered a bit as if to shake the cold, the air feeling stiflingly still and uncomfortable. Whatever happened was likely unpleasant, but the loss of self felt... Weird. Was it memory? Was that someone-- no, they answered to... Oh./

Oh dear. Was she remembering a past life like some new age silly cig user? Oh dear that might be bad. She diudn't even touch those. Kneeling, Limosa studied bootprints running in the same sun-baked light gray, and hummed. Ink, magic like hers... How odd. How so very odd. It had to be either the last senshi or a past life -- both highly incomfortable ideas. One thing she did know though, was that the man she saw had fangs. And claws. Alien? Alien memories? Limosa sighed, and shook her head. The lack of wind yet hearing waves was obviously messing her up, and the senshi shuddered, deciding to go home for the time being. Better to come back prepared some other time.