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ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ (arcane) wrote in hobbs_end,
@ 2015-07-09 21:02:00

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ouat: killian jones, rating: pg, ritchieverse: dr john watson

WHO: Hook & Watson
WHERE: Taking a boat across the lake
WHAT: ~EXPLORING~
RATING: Probably mostly safe?
STATUS: Complete

His hollowed heart, a whirlpool of dirt swirling in there, quite ached for the sea but this would do. Killian supposed, at least for now. It was just difficult to fathom anything else, what with how used he was to sharing a ship with crew and cargo alike (or even just himself, a lonesome party of one), and going quite some time never holding eyes for anyone or anything but the sea. Oh, aye, the majestic glory had captured his heart before he'd ever sailed her. So as one could imagine, a lake was an interesting substitute, but alas.

Why not go out there with his best mate Watson to see what they could see? They'd promised they'd do a bit of exploring - Killian remembered, after that drunken billiards night. A wonder he remembered anything at all from that whiskey-laden adventure, but he still had a few marbles rolling around upstairs. Hopefully this exploration today would prove beneficial.

"Did I mention that Swan tried to blast that half-built wall with magic?" he remarked, cleating off the ropes on their small-but-hardy sailboat vessel. There were also oars if the winds didn't favour them, just in case. They'd be alright with the Captain as, well, the Captain. Naval warfare ran in his blood and this was a few notches down from that. "Nothing happened, not even a scratch. We also had no idea why it was even half-built...what the bloody hell's the point of a half-built wall, anyway?"

Another mystery to unravel.

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arcane
2015-08-07 12:10 pm UTC (link)

The bloody hell was this?

It was an odd sound, that crack - like the skies opening, thunder caving in, almost a warning for what was to come. But the magic that followed, well, Hook most certainly recognized it as such. He felt the shimmer of heat, a ripple of change in the air - of course he didn't know what kind of magic, but that's what it was. And it did not appear to be something that he could actively take on, stubborn or no, given that the ominous fog rolling in and the sudden disappearance of the pier were both quite foreboding things.

"You...may be right about that," he was forced to admit to the equally stubborn Watson (why else would he tell the Captain to choose a path, and then pick the opposite one! Honestly!), and he didn't need much coaxing. Standing around gaping like a fish wouldn't do them any good, nor would staying. Swan would kill him if he died, that was quite apparent.

So toward the north they would go, heading for the bridge. Traveling back on foot, at least they had decided that a town hall meeting would be beneficial to suss more of this mystery out (and Killian had agreed to Watson setting it up if he wanted, why not?), but as for the now, not much had been discovered besides a clear creepy factor - and what had become of Mary?

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