Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
It had taken some careful asking around to confirm certain events after her conversation with Flora. The broadcast of the death of Flora and a 'friend' was well known, and with a name to help jog people's memories she was able to glean a few things. This Jack person was the captain of a ship. The ship's name was the Ark. And as it so happened, the Ark had been seen docked at the skyport this very same day. Was it coincidence? Lady Luck offering Maea a nod along on her quest? Either way it was extremely convenient, and she wasted no time in setting out to look for this resurrected enigma of a man.
Eventually she was finally pointed to the Bodega, where her search would be left to luck and chance and... a paper plane? It swished past her face and glided out over the water, landing with the grace of a seabird upon the surface. Turning to follow its path back to the source, she felt a thrill of recognition upon seeing a man seated in the shade. Approaching before her nerves could convince her not to, Maea shuddered to a stop as the air suddenly crackled; a too familiar sound of a too familiar voice grated against the ears and she nearly turned on her heels.
Then Vox vanished, leaving her free to shudder in vehement revulsion. "You keep strange company," she murmured, eying the captain with some concern. "Hi, by the way.. Jack, right? Not sure if you remember, but we've met briefly. Do you, uh... have a moment?" Not exactly how she had intended for this to go, but she could roll awkwardly with it.
Eventually she was finally pointed to the Bodega, where her search would be left to luck and chance and... a paper plane? It swished past her face and glided out over the water, landing with the grace of a seabird upon the surface. Turning to follow its path back to the source, she felt a thrill of recognition upon seeing a man seated in the shade. Approaching before her nerves could convince her not to, Maea shuddered to a stop as the air suddenly crackled; a too familiar sound of a too familiar voice grated against the ears and she nearly turned on her heels.
Then Vox vanished, leaving her free to shudder in vehement revulsion. "You keep strange company," she murmured, eying the captain with some concern. "Hi, by the way.. Jack, right? Not sure if you remember, but we've met briefly. Do you, uh... have a moment?" Not exactly how she had intended for this to go, but she could roll awkwardly with it.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
