For lastvoyages: [spam for deck]

[feels_no_love]

[A tall black shape stands at the very bow of the ship, staring out into the distance. Every once in a while his eyes glitter like an extra pair of stars, though his face is almost expressionless. A pallid mask. One hand is still slightly withered, and he covers it with the other as he holds himself arrow-straight against the railing.]

The humans

Comments

[Post Infirmary.]

[expectremorse]

[Hoffman is dizzy. Woozy's a better word to describe it. He was looking for Stildyne-looking for someone to drag him back to his cabin, but the thing standing on the deck gives him pause.

He takes a step back, wary-bone tired-before calling out.]

who's there?

[spam]

[feels_no_love]

[Dracula's nostrils twitch, and he looks over his shoulder, offering a tight smile.] No one who means you harm.

Re: [spam]

[expectremorse]

[Hoffman smiles] Dracula.

...What are you doing out here?

[spam]

[feels_no_love]

Thinking too much. [A tiny twitch of a smile. It does not touch his eyes.]

Armand has returned. [He doesn't sound entirely happy about this.]

Private

[strangehstorian]

What happened?

Private

[feels_no_love]

I have in the last month and a half truly lived the term "no good deed goes unpunished." [He flexes his withered hand.]

I'm sick of this place. I'm starting not to care if the alternative is oblivion.

Private

[strangehstorian]

To your hand, I mean. I'm sorry; is there anything I can do to cheer you up?

Private

[feels_no_love]

It got eaten by a gigantic spider made of corpse parts. I had to regrow it. I was trying to use a borrowed stone to open up the CES. A pointless exercise.

[A faint smile then] I appreciate the offer. Good cheer however is a bit beyond me right now.

At least I can fly above the deck again.