In reply to Quinten Heart (msg # 43):

Wolf flipped and caught his skinning knife.  "Good, we'll have a lot to talk about then.  Common interests are the cornerstone of a lasting friendship," he said in an astoundingly convincing deadpan.

In reply to Wolf (msg # 44):

As the ship had come closer to port, Gisela had realized she and AJ were still in PJs.  She dragged her friend down below to changed.  They made quick work of it and had just returned as the lines were beginning to be tied down.  She wore her green dress once more, settling for subtlety over flash.

"If this is their threat, I'm not impressed," she states, her eyes scanning the port as if searching for someone not present.  "If that's the executioner, is the other his version of Merlin?"  She adjusts the bag on her shoulder.  The talking book is nowhere in sight, so likely in her backpack as well.
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In reply to Gisela O'Cuinn (msg # 45):

Aj was once again in her stockings, skirts, and corset as usual. Her sword and pistol on her shapely hips, and one foot up on the boot of the rail. "Eh I could take him," She declares confidently.

Which him she is referring to is open to interpretation however. She is also much more confident on the outside than on the inside right now. She had not even told GI this...but she had hoped to have her mom be there to greet her.  That hope was dashed on the rocks of a foreign shore and she was feeling the icy seawater dribble into her veins again to replace it.

In reply to AJ Rourke (msg # 46):

Drizz is NOT happy about the idea of getting skinned... so he slinks up to his human and purr-meows before easily making the leap up to Gi's chest level.  Hopefully she catches him instead of getting a brassier full of long cat claws!

Chance crosses his arms and doesn't look impressed.   The teen puts on his smoked glasses before stating, "And here, I thought it'd take a little longer before his up-on-highness would grace us with his presence..."

"Well well... Baby Pendragon has taste...". Lola muses as she leans on the railing. "That's better than Merlin. But what's a good boy like our beloved king doing with a Sanderson at his side?"

"Sanderson?" Javed answered. "Oh good. They ALL hate cats."

Phasma drifted like a fog toward the gangplank and looked at the trio awaiting them. "I wonder if the executioner prefers a guillotine or an axe..." she ponders softly.

Morgan grimaced at the pale girl. "Get help," seemed to be his only opinion on the issue.

CK glanced nervously at Quinn who just rolled his eyes.  "Axe," he answered Phasma bluntly as a smirk formed on his face.  "It's more personal.  But watch out, you're scaring the children," he added as he threw Morgan a look.

"They wouldn't float us all the way here to just kill us," Nyxia said as she flitted up.  She landed near AJ, but then thought better of it when she saw Drizz prowling, and spiraled up to land on a loop of rope hanging from the rigging.

In reply to Nyxia (msg # 54):

Gisela catches the demanding cat.  "Come on Drizz, they're not going to skin you.  They'd have to catch you first."

In reply to Gisela O'Cuinn (msg # 55):

Drizz has to agree with that statement. It would be very hard to catch him...that made him feel better and he settled down to purr in her arms and watch Nyxia up high.  For once though it was not with a slavering hunger either...

In reply to Drizz (Cat) (msg # 56):

"Whelp me mates they are going to just have to figure out what they are doing with us right quick now," Says Aj as she nimbly dances up onto the railing and just steps out into the air over the wharf as they pull into it.  She lands like it was nothing and swaggers towards the greeting trio.

Like Drizz she too was acting slightly out of character since she had not drawn either of her weapons though even in the kings presence she does not try to hide that she has them or act meek.

Meek on the island was the same as being dead...she was not going to start now.

Phasma smiled wanly at Quinten. "I suppose you'd be the expert on beheadings," she answered with an intonation of reverence.

Above them, a bird screeched from the mast. Should it draw ones attention, they'd notice that a murder of ravens had amassed on the riggings, one of which came down to rest on Phasma's shoulder.

Missy smiled at Nyxia and waved her over. "Don't worry, I'll protect you from that naughty kitty." She seemed blissfully unafraid of the people on the wharf.

Henrik sniffs in distaste, folding his arms. "You'd think they'd have provided a bit more fanfare. There IS royalty present."
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As AJ approached, the crown bearing gentleman raised his hand in greeting. "Ho, my friend. Well met." He offered AJ his hand to shake. He seemed quite formal but warm. He was smiling and had a rakishly good looking sort of face. Almost too good looking, as if someone might want to punch him in it. Probably Henrik.

"Yes, there is.  Thank you for noticing," Gisela replies, an edge to her tone.  She sighs, dropping the attitude that only Henrik seems to receive.  "Most of the royals here had their titles stripped when sent to the island.  I'm sure your father explained that to you?"  She almost sounded sympathetic.

Chance grins at Heinrik, "And the 'King' showing up isn't fanfare enough? ... and seriously... I think it's perfectly reasonable for the Headsman to be part of our welcoming committee."  At which point, he stuffs his hands in his pockets to follow after AJ.

However, the smile he wears a bit more malice than it should... and were he to actually have left off the blind-mouse glasses, one might get the feeling that he was trying to kill Arthur II with a look.   However, such things don't happen.  Normally.

Henrik sniffs haughtily even as he concedes to Gisela with a bow. "But of course. But titles are merely supplement to us. You can't strip away what's in one's blood.... Can they, Chance?"

The little jab slips out as he moves to follow them down onto the dock. It was an oddly calculated statement. Maybe there was more than cobwebs in his head after all?

Roberts seems to be taking this all in as he watches the kids disembark. It's not every day you get to witness history.

The executioner stands his ground next to his king. The mage, for his part, seems nonplussed as well despite a hand up the robe sleeve with his arms folded. No doubt wands were at the ready.

"Well look who's first in line for a pat on the head," Q smarmed to those nearby as AJ marched over to Arthur. Ilsa gave him a look and a slight smack on the arm at that jab, but it didn't shrink his smirk.

He gave Phasma a wink at her comment and then look out towards their hosts again.  The smirk spread slightly and he leaned over to whisper something in Ilsa's ear before gesturing to his head.  "Alright, might as well get it over with," he commanded to his crew as they began to move off.

In reply to Quinten Heart (msg # 66):

"Get down, Fuzzy," putting Drizz down on his feet.  She put her backpack over her shoulder and glanced down at the dock where most people were heading.  She headed off in another direction, however, moving to speak first to Fezzik who returned her words with a goofy smile and wave, then to Roberts.  He returned it with a half-amused-half-knowing smile and a polite bow.

After paying her respects, Gisela moves to join the others on the docks, moving with a confident grace that she doesn't truly feel.  She moves with the others to meet up with the king.

Jack had made himself scarce, which might have seemed strange.  He'd made clear his discomfort with the journey, but he seemed a rather barbed sort, ready with a pithy, denigrating comment.

The crossing had apparently harrowed him worse than the others.

For one so eager to depart the cursed land, for one so fastidious, he certainly wasn't making a good first impression.  His topcoat was rumpled, as if he had slept in it, although his bloodshot and twitchy eyes didn't suggest a moment's rest.  He clutched his luggage awkwardly with one hand as he staggered down the ramp.

The other was clutched, knuckles whiter than his fur, around the worn gold casing of his watch.  Feeling it tick, a reassuring pulse against his fingertips.

He was conscious of his haggard, near-crazed appearance, and slunk towards the back of the assembled group, trying to avoid eye contact.  For all his excitement to leave the island, he didn't seem happy to be here in the moment.