[Open] All that to hide the fact that he's a rogue. Yes, he's a rogue! Don't be deceived!

[dominateartimus]

Who: Sandrath & you?
What: A fallen arch-angel just wandering around the ship, poking his nose where it doesn't belong on certain decks.
When: All day November 18th
Where: Around the Black Tide.
Warnings: Will update if things change.
Notes: Brackets or prose is fine, will match.
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The dark haired man could be found around various decks through-out the day. Maybe you spotted him playing some mini-golf or down in the library, mindlessly wandering the aisles while reading an unusual book; or perhaps down on deck 7 admiring the aquatic or avian life.

But around lunch and dinner time, he's in the food court on deck 6 acquiring a tray filled with food. Clearly that amount of food was too much for one man. There was a likely chance that he was bringing that tray to someone on the residential decks.

Comments

[needsnobottle]

Tammy has resisted San's attempts to get her out of her (and his) room for a couple of weeks now, but the loneliness and the lack of sunshine had begun to get to her. Tammy has her limits--she's always been active, even if she has been solitary for the better part of her life. So when San had mentioned a game of mini golf, Tammy had swallowed her anxiety and told him she'd go.

(It was bound to happen eventually, and if she was going to be wandering around the ship, she'd like to have him nearby.)

Minigolf on a ship proves to be more of a challenge than she would have thought, and when her ball skitters across the green and misses the hole because of the swaying of the ship on the tide, she gives a huff.

"The ship is cheating."

[dominateartimus]

As Tammy hits her golf ball, San was spinning his putter between his fingers as his eyes follow the colorful sphere down the course. He makes a sound when the ball just misses the hole.

"Or you're not used to playing golf on a ship." He states before indicating towards the hole. "If you're worried about loosing your spot, go ahead and putt again."

It wasn't the first time he's waited on others and probably won't be the last either. As long as he wasn't doing nothing for a year, he'd be content.

[needsnobottle]

Tammy grumbles as she moves down to the end of the green, balancing on the brick border as she eyes the shot.

"It's not really a scenario I practiced for. I figured years of dancing would give me good balance but apparently it just takes one temperamental sea to throw me off. Eric would probably laugh if he could see me right now."

Thinking about Eric just reminds her of Zeke. Of home. Of all of the things she has no idea when she'll get back again. She frowns as she looks at the ball and gives it a tap, sending it toward the hole.

[dominateartimus]

"Well, the sea isn't as rough as it was around Halloween." He informs. "Your friend would probably struggle with sea sickness, if he's not immune to it."

The fallen arch-angel pauses with spinning and starts to balance the red golf ball on his putter. Hopefully the ship would shift in Tammy's favor and let her move on with not that many strokes.

[needsnobottle]

"True. And I think I'm...getting used to it. Sorta." Her seasickness wasn't as pronounced as it was when she'd first arrived, though her stomach still had the bad habit of pitching when the ship swayed too much. "As for Eric, I have no idea if he gets seasick or not. Far as I know he's never been on a boat either."

She only has to tap the ball one more time before it finally falls into the hole, sighing as she bends to pick it up.

[dominateartimus]

"I could always heal you, if you want." There was a possibility that ability didn't work properly either. "Or I wish Antalyon could feel the same things as you."

Yes, he intentionally said that to rile up the Djinn and unable to do a damn thing about it.

"Do you really want him to be here?" He asks before noticing her sinking the ball in to the hole. "...Nice shot."

He moves in to position at the start and lowers the ball on to the green before taking a moment to line up his shot. Once he's sure that the boat's sway won't interfere, he hits the ball and watches it ricochet off the sides of the course before stopping right by the hole. Or at least until the ship tilts and the ball goes in.

He blinks in surprise before asking, "Does that count for one or two hits?"

[needsnobottle]

"Wish NOT granted." Tammy's voice carries that odd inflection, the one that hints to San that it's not her, really her, forming the words. "We don't accept credit here. Especially not someone with your poor credit rating."

She wrinkles her nose after a minute, flexing her jaw.

"Eric? No. I don't really want anyone here, you and me included. But...I dunno. I worry if I don't think about them I'll somehow forget them."

She whistles as his ball falls in, then huffs and gives the deck a little kick. "So you get a hole in one and I get two over par. I think the ship is biased."

[dominateartimus]

He rolls his eyes at the Djinn's comment. "Very funny, Anty. You only say that because you think I don't exist even though I'm standing right here in front of you. I know you want a bite of me."

With that, he winks. He knows he's infuriating the other being.

"...Of course. It sounds like you want to be home and working for Zeke again." Although he's partially torn on wanting to go back home and be at full power or stay on the ship. "I doubt that you will. Maybe I'll get you a journal so you can write things in."

He starts to move over to the hole and bends down to pick up the ball. "So, we're counting that as one stroke. Good to know. I'm wondering if you're letting me win intentionally."

He was teasing her as he walks over and nudges her with his elbow.