Into the Whirlpool (Ended/Perma Hiatus)

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"My face..?" John rubbed his face, checking his hand only to see nothing. He made a small frown, assuming that Roger had gone insane. "Alright you pirate scum, I think you've hit your tiny head harder than you think."

John sighed, being too tired to get in any sort of argument with Roger, he sat himself down and crossed his arms, watching Marina. He listened to her question and thought hard about it.

"Well... I don't exactly agree with everything she's doing..." John shook his head. "I just want to see justice. I want to stop all those bad pirates who hurt people and steal their precious items. Don't you wanna see a better world?"

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Zyon scoffed slightly and began to scratch the scales off his shoulders but kept his best face on and hid any of the flaking scales.

"People like you are just gullible..." He said a bit out of breath. "You wanna fight for a better world but you only wanna hunt down pirates. Bah! You just want a world without pirates!"
 
"Maybe. 'Haps I drank a little too much seawater on my way here," Roger deadpanned sarcastically before stretching and yawning. "Ain't nothin wrong with doin' stuff for justice, but Florence ain't the one who ought to be preachin' that. A better world is only for the ones she chooses will be worth keeping." He said before rolling over to his side.

"I've nothing to do with the world of the humans. And yet, I'm here rotting in a cell with half my scales ripped off and waiting to see if I will live to see the ocean again." Marina said in a flat voice. She seemed too tired to even be angry. "I escaped from humans who wanted to cut my tail off from my waist down, only to be caught by a different set of humans. Is that in the name of making this world a better place, son of man?"

"Poor thing, y' might not ever get back to the ocean. Freedom is a fickle lady." Roger said. "She doesn't give it back when she takes it from ya."
 
Bleck moved to the general area of the prison, having found himself a bag and filling it with lots of rocks. A devious smirk on his face.

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Blackford was moving towards a chair, the old man seeking to rest for a moment. Seemingly uplifted by John in terms of spirit.
 
John listened to both Roger and Marina and knew that they had a point. He rubbed his chin and looked over to Marina.

"Well... no, not when you put it that way Marina..." John frowned. "But I did promise you that I'd get you back to the ocean." He smiled. "And not all humans are bad just like how not all pirates are bad. It's just that... well, there are a ton of bad apples among us."

John was barely able to keep his eyes open as he sat himself down, watching over everyone in their cells. He almost felt a little bad for the fate of these people but his strong sense of justice couldn't allow them to escape. He thought long and hard until he fell asleep.

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Zyon leaned over to Marina's cage, his voice ragged and his breathing heavy. He seemed to be losing his mind a bit.

"H-Hey, you, Mermaid. Gimmie some water... My scal-- errm, my voice is going crazy. Just hurry up and toss me a rag ya' ol' fish!"
 
Jericho seized the opportunity to make muffling fields around both John and Blackford, limiting the audio effects they would receive for quite a time, though otherwise having no other effects. Thus more noise could be made without pulling any notice.

"You seem to be a bit 'flaky' over there wink wink" He said towards Zyon
Yes, he literally just said wink wink, without even supplementing it with the action, deal wit it.
 
Marina glared at Zyon without replying for a few moments. She slid the pail of water with her feet over towards him. "Just this once."

Roger stared off into space, wondering if Zora was okay.

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Zora made her way into the hall of the prison, slipping past furniture with relative ease. She made her way over to the warden office. It was locked of course, but she quickly made a lock-pick and broke entry into the office.

"Now, if I were a scummy executioner, where would i keep my prison cell keys?" Zora muttered. Either Florence had her own set of keys for each cell, or she had a master key. Quietly closing the door, she began searching the desk drawers for keys. 

"Hm... maybe this one will do." Zora found a key that looked different from all the others, with Florence's initials engraved onto it.
 
Bleck began to throw rocks in the inner part of the prison to lure the guards away. Thanks to Jericho however, Blackford didn't hear crap.
 
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