It was one of those moments where Eruin was out of his element. It was his first time on a ship (surprisingly enough, it wasn't bothering him too much. No motion sickness or seasickness to speak of), and he didn't even know the LAYOUT of the ship. Had he been in a more natural environment, the planning and essential strategies would have come to him in the blink of an eye. Here, though...this was new. The ship was foreign, and those who would be attacking were equally as foreign. If anyone attacked at all.<br/><br/>Eruin remains surprisingly silent as Alyssa and Theron go back and forth with their plan making - nothing sounded good to him, due to his lack of experience. Yet, nothing sounded BAD to him, either. This was just going to be another life experience to put up on a mantle with the rest - and just like before, he had no intention of letting this experience get the better of him.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "Maybe we can get her to do the same to these supposed raiders. I'm sure a pixie buzzing about and poking them in the eyes would be a great distraction." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Theron's suggestion actually manages to bring a smirk to Eruin's face - a pixie buzzing around their heads, poking them in the eye? Whilst the tactic would work well on an easily-angered wolf like Rea, he had a feeling the more quick-reflexed individuals would find a bite-sized pixie a very easy target to make a snack out of. Still, the prospect of a vicious eye-poking pixie was a humorous one "A distraction? We could always cover ourselves with condiments, discard our weapons and armor, and run about the deck willy-nilly. If that doesn't confuse them, nothing will." The thought of 'condiments' brings his mind back to the first he'd ever had - mustard. Oh, such a wonderful experience that had been...what he wouldn't do to find more of THAT stuff....<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "A distraction... yes, that might work! You said that the cougar was signaling with a hand mirror, correct? What if we were to do the same?" </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Alyssa's comment draws Eruin's attention, his tail swishing back and forth behind him uneasily. The prospect of sending anyone off alone into the gloom and fog was not a pleasant one, but it just might work... "You know, that is a pretty sound idea. I don't really like the idea of sending someone I just met out into the unknown to - hopefully - distract them. Who knows what would happen - but, it is a good idea. There any other way we could do it, without sending someone out alone? I mean..."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~You could do it. You're just lazy~</span>Comes the all too expected reply. Eruin heaves a sigh - they'd been over this before. Shifting drew attention - even moreso than his spell casting. It wouldn't take long to put two and two together...and, for that matter, he didn't even know who on this ship belonged to what organisation, if any!<br/><br/>Eyeing Rea with his arms crossed, Eruin goes through the miniscule movements required to communicate the rather advanced statement to his lupinal companion<span style="font-style: italic">~ I have a feeling people would notice. Not to mention...it IS tiring. Only wolf isn't. Besides, something could happen to me just as easily. Phbbt. I doubt anything will happen. I mean, look at the number of people on this...~</span>A word that had no associated body language. 'Ship'. It was simply not something that could be conveyed.<span style="font-style: italic">~...Water craft. Someone would have to be nuts to attack us.~</span><br/><br/>Rea sniffs daintily, shifting her attention away from Eruin, and once more allowing her gaze to zero in on the wolf and jackal<span style="font-style: italic">~Hrmph. Just lazy. Hehe.~</span>.<br/><br/>"Least I didn't get my butt kicked by a pixie..." He whispers, just loudly enough to be heard over the conversation going on around him. Rea's head swiveled back to him, her eyes glaring daggers - but he can't help but grin practically from ear to ear. The look is infectious, and pretty soon...even Rea's expressionate face bears a goofy grin, showing off her now-far-longer canine teeth.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Currently, from 'Bite of the Wereboar', Eruin and Rea have +4 to strength, +6 to con, and +8 to natural armor. Eruin's bite attack increases to 1d8, allowing an extra attack at no penalty. Rea, given she's an animal...doesn't benefit from it quite so much. XD<br/><br/>Eruin's current AC - 21<br/><br/>Rea's current AC - 25</div></div></div><br/><br/>Once more, Rea's attention alights upon the wolf beside the Jackal. There was something about him...something about the way he looked, the way he carried himself, that she didn't like. Rea's intense gaze meets his own for a few brief seconds, and she partially pulls back her lips in a mock-snarl. That single, insignificant action out of the way, she sniffs dismissivly in his direction...and returns her attention to Theron, Alyssa, and Eruin conversing nearby.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Anyway, as you said, all if forgiven. I apologize for making your companion upset, and I hope you two have a good trip.” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"You kidding me?" Eruin's muzzle split into a huge grin, also showing off his...well...far larger than normal canine teeth "This trip is going to be a blast. Country-boy headed to the big city - getting to see the sights! Yeah, though - apology accepted." The jackal didn't seem like a bad sort - the fact he apologised for such a minor discomfort made him instantly likable, at least in Eruin's eyes.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ This one...is acceptable. I do not like the wolf, though. ~</span>Eruin nudges Rea in the side, motioning with his head to the Jackal and wolf.<br/><br/>Rea, nodding her head in an almost humanlike way, responded - albeit after a bit more thought<span style="font-style: italic">~ Yes. The wolf...I do not like at all. He seems rather...uppity. Jackal, though - looks like a pushover, but I bet he can use that weapon of his. Maybe. I...say he is okay, but we- ~</span><br/><br/>Rea's entire body suddenly went rigid, as did Eruin's. A sound...like a light buzzing. This was no bee, though...he'd heard enough insects to pick them out at a thousand paces...<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Wait, did anyone hear that?” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Eruin and Rea exchanged glances. This was not going to be a good thing. Even the pixie, now seated atop Rea's head, was momentarily forgotten (But not forgiven!) as the rumbling, buzzing sound slowly draws closer.<br/><br/>A machine!<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> Appearing out of the fog within a heartbeat, the large motorboat drew up along the far side of the main deck...</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Again, Eruin and Rea exchanged glances. What were the odds - their first day on their journey, and already they were right in the middle of trouble, for better or for worse "...Well. This sucks." Eruin observes, crossing his arms firmly over his chest in a bit of a huff.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “EVERYONE! GET BELOW DECK! NOW!” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Not a chance. Eruin was not the ONLY one who had a strange dislike of metal cavities...Rea didn't like them, either. The duo would rather fight off a thousand pirates than walk down those stairs into the belly of the ship...surrounded on all sides by metal, with only one way out...<br/><br/>As if both were thinking of it at the same time, they shivered, looking at each other with wide eyes "..So...stay out here?" Eruin murmurs, clapping his hands on his shoulders to remove the little chill.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~ Ahh...yeah. Out here. ~</span>Rea predictably replied.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> It almost felt as if the world stopped turning for a moment as the ferry lurched to the left, causing many to struggle for footing as it swerved. </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"ACK!!" Eruin yelps in surprise as the ferry suddenly swerves to the right, the sudden lurch and centrifical motion causing his feet to go in one direction, and his body to go in another. He begins to scramble to keep from face-planting on the deck, his feet desperatly trying to find some purchase, some footing before he went down...<br/><br/>...when he finds it. Sort of. Stumbling right into a cat-girl, he throws his arms around her fully by accident, just the slight bit of support her body offered keeping him from stumbling until he fell - or worse, going right off the side of the ship, tripping over the railing if it didn't catch him. In the chaos, he never even sees her face, doing little more than murmuring a soft "Ahh...sorry. Thanks."<br/><br/>Rea, on the other hand...is not quite so lucky. She'd never been the most sure-footed wolf in the world, and just the jostling of the ships colliding was enough to take her fully off of all four feet. With a yelp of surprise, the stunned she-wolf slips to the side...only to have her feet come right out from under her. With a head, thundering *THUD!*, the thousand-pound lupine hits the deck, skidding a full foot before coming to a halt...looking very, very pissed.<br/><br/>Readying his own feet under him, he holds the cat-girl for support (As she actually SEEMED to be a bit more steady than he was!), momentarily gazing at Rea as she lay, fuming, on the deck "....Haha! Good job, Rea. Way to stay on your fe-eek!!" A single footpaw from Rea reaches forwards, hooks behind Eruin's ankles...and yanks them right out from under him. He goes down immediently - without even the forethought of releasing his accidental savior. Yet, in that split second it takes for him to reach the ground, he as least does have the wits about him to wrap his arms around her - just to ensure that she'd not be hurt (hopefully), when they hit (assuming she didn't manage to squirm her way out of his grip, first!).<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Assuming she goes down with him ----<br/><br/>Eruin lands with a heavy 'thud' right in the middle of his back, his breath momentarily blasted from his lungs. Owie...<br/><br/>His arms, though, remain wrapped tightly around the cat-girl who'd been his accidental savior...and, he'd accidentally took down with him. He clutches her tightly for a few brief seconds, before - tenativly - asking "...Are you okay? Ahh..sorry bout that.."</div></div></div>