[PQ] just a haze on the water

it was me who wrote onto the wooden door your name

The woman settles and her world grows dark as poison overloads her system. Though...Remi hadn't expected his world to grow dark as well. Fuck sake. He thought towards Ronin as the whale swallowed them both whole. Using the (now) dead sailor as a sort of cushion (she wouldn't mind now, surely), the alchemist was gulped down into the belly of the whale. On the way down however he was thrust into some bone or another, nearly dislocating his shoulder and knocking the wind from his lungs. That hardly mattered though, at least until his body automatically tried to suck in a breath and found only saltwater flowing over his lips.

Forcing himself to remain as calm as he could (despite the unhelpful warble of panic flaring through his adrenal glands), Remi shifted into his octopus form that he might not drown as his captor intended. Why didn't I think to bring anything explosive? The alchemist asked rhetorically, having no idea whether or not Ronin was close enough to hear him.

Floating about within the whale, Remi took stock of his surroundings. Though the ribs seemed far enough apart to let him pass, anytime he neared ghostly undead flesh blocked his way. Pulling in a deep breath, Remi shifted again to become a manticore. He flailed unsteadily, wings beating to try and steady him in the water, and tried to repeatedly sting the whale from within, hoping that his poison might have some effect.

it'll last there longer than in this body i can stay