[Forward dated to around 2 AM on the 21st:
The unnatural is keenly aware of the unnatural.
For hours, Alex Tate has watched the mist come. Watched it darken and build and then climb the sides of the ship, slinking onto the deck. From her place on the yardarm, she watched it slip through the gratings, down into the lower decks.
There was no way to drop to the deck and ring the bell -- try to sound the alarm -- without diving headlong into it.
But even her vantage point gives her no protection. Thin tendrils of the mist climb the masts, extend out the yardarm, and follow her when she tries to climb higher.
From the topgallant of the mizzenmast, there's nowhere else to go. The thing that has been pursuing her wins, wrapping around her ankles. She scratches at it but only succeeds in clawing at herself.
The coils go as quickly as they came, but the feeling in the pit of her stomach doesn't. Her entire body feels cold, and the throat feels dry. Like she's been screaming for hours. The vampire instincts in her dislike very much what she feels but cannot be rid of the feeling. It's all that it can know of something outside it's comprehension.
She feels utter fear.
Alex moves down the mast quickly, taking her position on the fighting top again, her journal waiting for her. She opens it and tries to speak calmly, but she is still frightened, and she's angry that something has scared her so deeply.]
Something just happened on Triton's Mistress. A black mist.
Did anyone else see it?
[She needs to know. Needs to be sure if it was targeted, localized, or wide-spread.
She'll finally fall asleep at morning twilight, and after that... well.]
The unnatural is keenly aware of the unnatural.
For hours, Alex Tate has watched the mist come. Watched it darken and build and then climb the sides of the ship, slinking onto the deck. From her place on the yardarm, she watched it slip through the gratings, down into the lower decks.
There was no way to drop to the deck and ring the bell -- try to sound the alarm -- without diving headlong into it.
But even her vantage point gives her no protection. Thin tendrils of the mist climb the masts, extend out the yardarm, and follow her when she tries to climb higher.
From the topgallant of the mizzenmast, there's nowhere else to go. The thing that has been pursuing her wins, wrapping around her ankles. She scratches at it but only succeeds in clawing at herself.
The coils go as quickly as they came, but the feeling in the pit of her stomach doesn't. Her entire body feels cold, and the throat feels dry. Like she's been screaming for hours. The vampire instincts in her dislike very much what she feels but cannot be rid of the feeling. It's all that it can know of something outside it's comprehension.
She feels utter fear.
Alex moves down the mast quickly, taking her position on the fighting top again, her journal waiting for her. She opens it and tries to speak calmly, but she is still frightened, and she's angry that something has scared her so deeply.]
Something just happened on Triton's Mistress. A black mist.
Did anyone else see it?
[She needs to know. Needs to be sure if it was targeted, localized, or wide-spread.
She'll finally fall asleep at morning twilight, and after that... well.]
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