(@Artorias) Hastur: See you then. Once again, it's been a pleasure.
With that, he heads off, intent on hibernating.
(@Six) No Name: Yes, glad to see you back relatively safe. I'd... miss you if anything would've happened.
(@Asagi) No Name: Holy fu-! Ahem. Weird. Tell me, am I now criss-crossed with blue lines from your perspective?
(@Artorias) No Name: Sure.
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Irm: oh I'm not the captain, that guy's up top in the bridge. But anyway follow me.
-Ryoma just sort of glares daggers at the interloopers as they leave-
-in the halls there are surprisingly a lot of young people, including a kid who's like 16 and dressed up as a priest-
???: I can never get any proper sleep on this tub. Wish I had gotten to stick with Howard on the peacemillion.
-and then in the messhall a girl and a boy are butting heads over who gets the last piece of desert-
Irm: it's pretty noisy sometimes, but you know how youngsters are.
Medbay
Kai: well at least your spirit seems in good shape. I'll leave you to recover with your friends.
-Kai heads out-
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Six: -to Asagi- And I take it you don't know what's wrong with your eyes?
-to Artorias- Well said.
-to No Name- ...huh.
-No Name, you can almost see the light blue rectangle in the corner of your vision-
-[!] Noble Six will remember that.-
-to Kai- Take care of yourself, Doc! I don't have any hands to spare!
Naomi: Man. The crew of this ship is really young. What's with that?
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."—Artorias carefully takes one of the offfered foods from No Name and puts it in his mouth. It's quite delicious, and he savors the flavor as it goes down his throat. He didn't realize how dry it was until the rice began moisturizing it again. He smiles at No Name.—
@No Name: It's delicious.
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.—Artorias decides to get a feel for the people of this ship, and opens his senses, feeling for thier souls. They all shine like supernovas, some soothing and calming in their overwhelming heat, others roaring and fearsome like the man with the sideburns from earlier.
But one thing remained consistent: They all had a portion of their souls linked to the gigantic machines lining the halls of the ship. Artorias had only seen such a connection between himself and Sif in his days in Lordran.—
Aloud: Fascinating. Truly, truly fascinating. Humanity truly is something.
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.Six: Leaves you wondering what kind of pain you'll be feeling next, huh?

@Six: Well, you are alive, and that is what matters.
—Artorias looks at No Name, and the assembled food he's brought with him. They seem quite appealing—
@No Name: May I?
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.