<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9ce98617e7caea3944f7056e038c845a/tumblr_od84mliuPi1vdaxzpo7_250.gifv)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Kaspian Herondale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356305#msg16356305)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As picture<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Vancouver Institute -> Container Ship<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early morning<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Investigating the Song of Demeter<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Melody Fairchild-Harrow, Kaleigh "Leigh" Keo, Michael Brightstar<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Not having the captain scream in agony as he tried to help him was a large blessing. Kaspian would never get over how doctors and nurses handled that kind of pain being openly displayed around them all the time. “Your English is fine sir.” he assured the man. Anyone who lived in a cosmopolitan city would come across all kinds of accents in their time, it was just a matter of patience and listening for him.<br/><br/>The man knew he was dying and as far as Kaspian knew, none of them were able to heal him. He didn’t offer any false words of comfort to the dying captain. He nodded to the captain’s finding peace in dying as a man. “I read that somewhere too. We are all made of stars.” It was one of those points of science that may irk the religious out there. He hadn’t heard the official stance of the ShadowHunters on such a philosophy. It would mean that they and the underworlders around them had a lot in common.<br/><br/>Ok, that last statement had a lot to parse and process. He had never heard of anything past the seven seas. Kaspian listened carefully and committed that to memory. “I can’t remember who said it, the two hardest things to say in life are hello for the first time and goodbye for the last. You’ve managed both in a short span. I hope you are received well where you go.” The alarm broke him out of drifting into sadness, he hadn’t developed that casualness with people’s lives ending that some have.<br/><br/>He heard Michael’s suggestions and they seemed reasonable. Kaleigh’s deductions about the alarms after what the dead captain relayed to them seemed probably. He left the captain and got up. He was always good in an emergency. “Right, do any of us know how to fix what is wrong with a ship if it got sabotaged?” he asked over comms. He was guessing not; mundane things did not seem to be in the Nephilim handbooks. “Ok, how about we start looking through the crew quarters for anything odd and if we catch sight of the stowaway, we deal with him or her first?”<br/><br/>He could only give her a small smile when she said they may be taking a swim. “Ok, so lets at least not fall down some stairs then.” Kaspian relayed exactly what the captain said over comms. Just because it meant nothing to him didn’t mean others who were better versed in the hidden lore of this world couldn’t rub their braincells together to make sense of it.<br/><br/>Helping get the captain’s body to the helicopter he looked around for any obvious entrances to crew quarters. He really hoped what they were looking for in the crew quarters was at least glowy to their special vision otherwise it could take a long time, which the alarms were telling them they didn’t have.