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It was foggy.

Swell.

Swells were things he was more used to dealing with, and oftentimes he felt like he needed his sea legs more than he did now. Perhaps it was fortunate; he had no reason to assume this barely not self-caused drowned newbie had any sort of sea leg to stand on at all. Of course, did it ******** matter? He saved her life because she thought fighting a general was even remotely something she could do.

Her magic never worked; why the hell would it work now?

Hydor unceremoniously dropped her arm with a roll of the eyes, moving himself closer to where he presumed the captain's quarters would be hiding. It was foggy enough that it was making it onto the deck.

Disgusting.

"Won't get yourself murdered here."

... Not that he felt responsible for her a** or anything. Wasn't that Faust's job?

Of course it hurt. She probably about died. At least she wasn't going to die on this foggy bullshit ship. Was this one that he had teleported on before, or was this a new one? "Feeling pain means you're alive or something, you'll live."

The boats were always moving because they were boats, so it wasn't like he could just use a location to tell him where he was.

It was also foggy as ******** and everything was water so it wasn't like he could tell where he was anyway. He needed a goddamn GPS or a map or something...

She was running away as she said, and he teleported on top of her like she said, but the fact that she ended up at that juncture in the first place was what was bothering him. While he absently attempted to figure out if there was a cabin he could easily access, he have listened to her and processed what she was saying-- oh, her magic.

"Not a goddamn clue. You awoke with broken s**t I guess." Hydor didn't know anyone who had magic problems to the extent that Ancha did except maybe that alien guy who couldn't awaken or whatever was that caused that weird looking starseed. He had the thought that maybe her starseed was also warped, but he quickly dismissed it on the account that she could actually power up and use magic unlike that guy. Guess it could have been worse.

Whatever. Newbie should probably ask around and figure that out.

"Probably means you should do s**t like power down and get the ******** away from the area when there's a whole ******** general." He ran his hand through his hair. "Less likely to drown yourself if he doesn't even know where the ******** you are, you're just a civilian like everyone else."

"Speaking in useless cliches sounds about right for therapy." It was an offhand comment he thought nothing further of as he kept looking around. Ah! That looked like a door over there, so that was probably where the captain's chambers were hiding. Those were usually the places where he found the most decidedly useful items.

Maybe he could shove some over-brewed alcohol in her face.

He quirked a brow at her attempt to defend her position and opted not to give it a response of his own until she relented that the <******** off approach was the right one. "You're learning. Those generals often don't know one civilian from another. In a busy enough area, you disappear just like every other plainclothes-powered person, order or chaos. Not like anyone could tell me from any other mid-twenties programmer douche."

He rolled his eyes at calling himself a programmer douche, but the point remained.

"Anyway, no clue. Faust's a regular presence at my apartment but I don't know everyone he knows. Don't think he's ever mentioned s**t like not being able to magic right, but that was never an issue I had. My magic just, ya know, ******** worked."

He snorted.

"Doesn't hurt to ask the crotchety b*****d, though."

Not that Hydor, of all people, had the right to talk about being crotchety. Arguably, it was a better word for him than Faust...