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Sight Beyond Sight Is Still Being Blind, Right?

Who: Fox Alistair and YOU
What: Mushrooms, Visions of Zealots, Boat Investigating, and Mistaken Club-hopping
When: Middle to End of November
Where: All over the place

Content Warnings: Injuries/Blood, Fights, Violent Visions, Corpses, Awkward Misunderstandings.

I. Shroom Shroom | Anywhere
[Mushrooms can grow in a desert. Not easily and only in some specific areas, but they can. Fox also knows that only some of those kind of mushrooms are edible. But woodlands tend to have better tasting and less poisonous mushrooms. Most of the time. Not that he was planning on snagging mushrooms just to eat them.

But you know if he happens on a mushroom, he might be curious enough to test it out. It's not like he can tell if they are clear, blue, or have legs. Touch and sense are the best way to find out, right?

Except he never expected some mushrooms to be flying through the air. He almost didn't realize what they were, but he did have a tingling sensation when one is near, like a sense that something is a lot closer to him than he likes them to be. Brandi also had no trouble with headbutting him to move him if needed away from one of the floaters.

Not that he could always avoid them. Or wouldn't stumble upon someone else who couldn't avoid them. But how does the guy who can't see them get them off of someone else? Trial and error. Hope you don't mind waiting.]

II. So Much Zeal | Anywhere
[He's been shifting to a more nocturnal schedule, and he only notices when other people point out how late it is for him to be getting up. Hard to recognize what time it is when you can't see the sky. He has ADA reminding him of the general time to help him remember, but it's been weeks of this and his body clock is still disoriented. Sometimes he just walks the different sectors instead of travel through lamp friend, give himself time to settle. Brandi hadn't even come out to bully him tonight as she had been.

But then while out on the street he is struck by a sensation of being clawed, something sharp and cold digging into his arm by the shoulder and pulling at it, as if yanking him off the street, the skin tearing and burning as he's boots scrape across the stone. There's a laughter and skittering sound, but he only feels emptiness where it comes from. Something is there, but he can't tell what it is, can't see it, can't touch it. He reaches out a hand and grabs at the rusty, bloody metal that pierces his skin, but he cant grip it tightly enough from all of the blood.

"Yes, can you smell that? So warm. Just a taste--"

--He collapses against a lamp post that he almost walked right into, breathing deeply and feeling a burning in his right arm. He's not near an alley. He's not being dragged off. Whatever that was, it's not happening. Was it even him? It felt so real and yet distant at the same time. Like it was happening in the now and yet also not. His arm is sore enough that he reaches up to rub at it...and his hand comes across sticky.

The scarred etching of the tattoo from Deerington seems to have opened like a fresh wound, burning and itching and leaking blood down his arm. How did that happen? Had he hit something? Had he been attacked? He didn't feel anyone with dangerous intent like that nearby. It's like everything he just felt had abruptly vanished. Like a very messed up waking dream.

Except that his arm was bleeding.]

Great. Going sleeveless may have been a good idea or a bad idea.

[Whatever that was, he really hopes it doesn't happen again. Too bad it's definitely going to.]

III. No YOU Get (Ship)Wrecked | Beach, Farther Shores
[When the ships show up, they cover the beach and make it hard for Fox to navigate without his assistive program, ADA, which is really annoying, but also formerly sunken shipwrecked boats! He's too nosy not to want to check them out. He moves around the boats, not paying at much attention to the smaller ones. It's the big ones he wants to get a good "look" at as he runs his fingers over the bloated, barnacle covered exteriors ready to climb up them.

Anyone else who is around might find him wandering through a boat, or getting a close feel on the outside of it, trying to decide how sturdy the wood is before he boards it.]

So how much treasure do you think is hidden in there?

IV. It's Getting Hot In Here | Achelliac, Darcmouth
[So maybe he spent too much time out there looking at the boats. Maybe he should change his fashion instead of wearing anything and everything without sleeves. His aura can only handle so much when he's actively avoiding using it. But turns out he's in luck, since some nice fishermen's coming in on their ship told him about the bathhouse, Achelliac. Fox has never even been to a hot spring before, so he's curious enough to check it out.

And if you happen to be nearby when he learns about it, he might just grab you by the arm or shoulder--maybe, he sometimes misses and might just poke you in the eye instead.]

I just heard about this place, let's go to it.

[You don't want to go? Well, too bad, this deadpan-faced six-foot scarred up blind guy is going to drag you along anyway because he doesn't want to go by himself. Not that he'll actually say that.

The fact that you may not be the intended clientele for the Achelliac...well, maybe you guys will figure that out after you get there.]

{OOC: If none of these prompts work for you, feel free to make up your own or hit me up at

chocolateisbrainfood to plot something! Also please check out Fox's permission post as his abilities do directly relate to how he interacts with others.}

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Knowing this place, any treasure to be found would be the cursed kind.

[The soft-spoken, smooth, low, and velvety sounding voice comes from close by where Fox is examining the outside of the ship, though the sound of footsteps approaching never would have been heard. Even with a mechanical lower half, Maul can still be completely silent when he so chooses to be, which is fairly often.

He's wary of anything that this place would bring them. Nothing Trench gives is ever done with kindness or without strings attached, so Maul is already thinking that these ships should be judged with suspicion.]

[Thanks to ADA being on, Fox is generally informed of anyone nearby, and their general description. The colorful words used by ADA don't mean much to him, but they sound interesting when put together.]

All the more reason to find it before someone else accidentally gets stuck with two heads.

[Putting himself into danger is always more preferable, and he's not really as worried as would be healthy. He keeps sliding his hands along the hull of the ship until he finally feels the jagged edges of broken, rotted wood that leads to a larger hole.]

So you'd prefer to be the one sprouting another head? How very noble of you.

[As for Maul, he's just nosy and curious, which is why he's decided to take a look at what's washed up on the beach today. He's always on the lookout for some new weapons or maybe a trinket he's never seen before to decorate his home and join the sparse knicknacks he has currently already has.

Of course, that's assuming the trinket does bring down a plague of locusts on him or causes him to slowly lose his mind or any of about four dozen other things that Maul can think of that might happen in this town. As he watches Fox enter the hole, he sighs and decides to follow. Ah well, if nothing else maybe he can use this fool as fodder if any monsters decide to attack the pair of them.

Once inside, it seems far colder than it did just standing on the beach. Maul shivers and draws the hood up of a new coat he'd acquired at the beginning of the month to help keep him warm. Fur was always a good idea when it came to keeping warm and he'd liked the style of this one. Plus, as always, it had to be in black.]

If you say so. [Fox wouldn't call it noble to not care as much about his own physical safety and being nosy enough that "well at least it's not someone else" sounds like a great justification. But he knows his deadpan expressions often make people think he's more serious that he is. Great for landing a punchline. Not to great for people knowing you're teasing off the bat.

So he doesn't much attention to the guy, at least as much as you can when people are either there in your sensory or distinctly Not. He taps the device in his ear and the light on his communication device flickers when he holds it out. It catalogs the area and ADA reads it back to him.

The long hull stretches on and it's clear there are in a storage room full of woven baskets and barrels, all broken and frozen. Through the icy coatings it looks like rotted crabs, fish, and seafood that are no longer fit for eating. That explains the smell.]

A fishing boat, maybe. Unless they really liked their crabs.

[He steps around one large frozen barrel and then another, on toward a doorway on the other side. Would it lead to another room or stairs?]

[Maul slowly walks through the room of the ship, noting all the frost-covered food slowly rotting away. Honestly, this is one of the least bizarre things that he’s seen in either Deerington or Trench. But that just makes him all the more suspicious, wondering if a monster will pop out when he least expects it or if this will lead to some alternate reality once again. He’s learned to always wait for the other shoe to drop when it comes to this town.

He walks behind Fox, peering curiously to see what was coming next. It looks like a set of stairs.]

I have a bad feeling about this.

{Maul growls out. He’s not sure if it’s his Force senses or just his natural paranoia from being in this place for so long, but either way he’s certain that nothing good can be coming for them.]

That means we're heading the right direction.

[Fox runs his hands over the doorway before walking through it, trying to get a feel for what has been here before and what's to come. He touches his earbud and holds his communication device out.]

ADA, how stable are the stairs?

[The program surveys the stairs through the camera and informs him they are half rotted, but could hold some weight...maybe.]

I hope you don't weight much, because we're gonna have some fun with these.

[Fox intends to go down no matter what.]

[Maul curiously watches as Fox uses the ADA and is about to ask a question when one is instead asked of him. He pauses for a long moment.]

.........Half of my body is made of metal.

[Maul says a bit awkwardly. In other words, he's likely to go plunging right through them if he steps too hard. Though the metal is still fairly lightweight given he's from the future, with everything below the waist being metal it did pack on the pounds to the overall total of his frame. He can't even swim if he gets into deep water]

[Well then, that's not great. Fox turns his head in his direction, and maybe almost looks at if he's staring at him. He's really good at that.]

We'll need to make out own way up then.

[He fingers slide along the wall, feeling out the sturdiness and where potential weaknesses might be. It seems to be holding itself together. Good, less likely to collapse on them.]

How bad's the rot on the floor above us?

[Maul wonders exactly how blind this man really is with how he seems to be staring at him in that fashion. He supposes he could still possess some sight left and it was just Maul's ignorance that made him assume he couldn't see anything at all.

He began looking around himself to see how getting further into the ship would be done.]

I'm sure we'll be fine.

[But he didn't sound all that confident.]

[Ruby hmmm's and ha's as she ponders that question briefly.]

So I was going to say a boatload- But that might be a little too literal-

I'm hoping for a whole bunch though-

It's all going home though.

There's plenty of holes, so I'm sure you'll find a bunch. Let's focus on the treasure though.

[Yeah it was a cheesy play on words, but Fox couldn't resist.]

[Ruby catches that cheesy word play and gives a little groan. Jeez Fox. Were you her dad or something?

She starts to dive deeper into the boat to take a look around.]

Watch your step. Wouldn't want you fall into one of those holes. If you know what I mean.

[Two can play at this game.]

There's so many holes, I'd have to be blind not to see them.

[Ada warns him not to trip over a block of ice on the ground--there is something distinctly body-like in the block of ice, but Fox can barely smell it so he's going to ignore it--and then stops when he finds something else in his way. He reaches out, fingers chilled by the frosty coating, but can feel the bubbled and warped, rough despite it all. Slightly spongy?]

A desk?

[His fingers slide over the top of the desk to the sides. not very long or wide, but still rectangular. The sides are covered in long tapering icicles. Then he finds the grooves and indentations that signifies a drawer.]

Is it frozen shut or does it need a key?

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Fox- I hate to be the one to break it to you but-

[She doesn't finish the statement but she giggles a little despite herself. She sees does catch sigh of the corpses frozen in ice and winces slightly. But she's seen enough between here and remnant that it doesn't bother her much.

Nothing seemed too dangerous to put herself on guard quite yet.

She eyes the desk and approaches it.]

Definitely at least frozen- We'll figure out the key after but I can do something about the ice.

[And activates her aura which causes a light flame to start to burn around her body instead of a protective shield. She holds her hands toward the desk and slowly the ice starts to melt.]

I'm not so good at controlling this right now. So you might want to be a little careful.

[The heat is recognizable immediately, especially the way her aura flares and flickers, shifting from more dormant to active. Ruby's always had a more wild aura. Natural and strong, but not nearly as controlled as someone like Yatsu or even Ren, but not as hot as Yang's. It's so different and yet so familiar. He moves back, out of the way of the heat.]

No holes through the desk and we'll be good.

I can only promise to try.

[It's said with a playful tone. She's pretty sure she can avoid destroying their potential booty.

The way her aura burns now does remind her of her sister's and it makes her feel a less lonely. Like there's still a part of her sister here watching over her. After a little the ice starts to melt away and she sees a key hole there.

She pulls her burning hands away.]

Okay giving opening it a shot. I can see a latch and it shouldn't be too hot too touch.

[This is why Fox and Ruby get along. They know how to have a good time even when maybe they shouldn't. But so what if they are in a frozen, formerly sunken watery mausoleum.]

Wait, you can still get burned even though you're all...? [He waves a hand around to signify all the hot aura action going on here. He doesn't really know much about what goes on with being a coldblood.]

[What's the worst that could happen? They get attacked by giant monsters and horribly maimed?]

Uh- Going to be honest I'm not a hundred percent sure. I know my flames don't hurt me- And I don't really feel hot or cold. Which is kind of weird-

But I haven't exactly tried to just jump into other fire or something to see what would happen.

[There's a pause before she adds in.]

...Maybe I should give it a shot sometime.

Probably not when Ange is around though. She might flip.

[Thankfully the desk is too small for a sea monster. But if she gets it open, she'll find inside of it is what looks to be an ink bottle that maybe she definitely shouldn't take the cork off of.]

Or Oscar. He's the fretting kind of person.

[Fox loves him, but he also doesn't like worrying him, which is bad because Fox typically does things whether someone is going to be worried or not.]

Ange might threaten to sue you for her distress though. Litigation seems to be her thing.

That's true- When my new powers first started to manifest and act out he was jumping me with blankets to put out the fires.

Pretty sure his stress levels were through the roof. I was figuring out it out though.

[She was still figuring it out. She ends up turning off the flame and taking out Crescent Rose to pry the drawer open with it's bladed tip. It does come off and she sees the ink bottle.

Without a though she grabs it and tosses it Fox's way and he's free to either catch it or let it smash open against the ground.]

God. She definitely would. I'm pretty sure she's like Schnee family big back where she's from.

From what she's told me about her aunt she seems to be about as dysfunctional as they are.

...I don't think she knows the others well enough to really say.

[They are lucky that Ruby's aura is still an aura, so Fox can feel as it shifts, moving with her. And then there is the sound of her picking up and throwing something made of a sturdy glass. Small, heavy, maybe something liquid inside? He puts out a hand and catches the inkbottle feeling the size and shape with his fingers. Round bottom, pointy kind of hexagon shape.

Hm...]

You know if Weiss ever comes back, you're going to be in a lot of trouble dealing with two of them. We'll have to find someone else to balance it out, ha.

[The stopper of the inkbottle isn't cork, but it does feel something like that. Stiff but a little flexible. He sniffs the air.]

Something about this jar smells weird. Some kind of slimy protective coating on it. Or this is what glass smells like after being in the ocean for a hundred years.

[She grins when he catches the ink bottle. She wasn't really sure how this place might have messed with his powers but it looked like he was more than able to get around on his own.]

Woah- I really hadn't thought about that at all. That's a lot of cold rich girl to have in one room, you know? We should probably work on a plan.

[She was pretty confident that Ange and Weiss would at the very least get along. So that shouldn't be a problem. But she would definitely be a target.]

...It could be both- I want to say it's the glass because I don't feel like this place is into protective coatings? Just based on how dangerous everything is.

It could have been some kind of sea creature crawling all over it. But I'd probably be dying right now if that was the case.

[And sometimes being blind means you make due with the senses you have and Fox has his own way of seeing things. So he's going to open that jar to investigate it, even if maybe that's not the best idea. His fingers are cold, but he grips the cork and twists it, feeling the way it does not want to give at first. But he doesn't give up and pulls with the tips of his fingers. It opens with a plop and at first the smell is gross--probably whatever water had soaked into the cork that he's squeezing out.

Then there's the smell of flowers. A lot of flowers.]

...Is this ink or perfume?

Pffft- What. You think we can't take on a crazy sea monster? I wouldn't let you let die like that.

Not even for dramatic tension.

[She's a little gremlin but she does care for her friends. She catches that first whiff of whatever is in the vial and gags but the next scent. The flowers kind of reminds her of home.

She steps in to get a better look at the vial.]

Uh... I think it might be blood actually-

Like this place's blood.

[ There is one thing he didn't expect to happen today, well, maybe he should since this is Trench of all places. That being when random passer byers on the street suddenly get strange injuries right out of nowhere. He only just saw this young man ahead of him stumble and then there was now a fresh wound on his shoulder.

Glitch could only pause for a moment and look confused before he approached slowly. ]

Uh, hey, you uh, okay or something?

[There is a dull throb settling right above his eyes, which is weird too, but he can hear someone talking. Now that he's no longer distracted by whatever he just...felt? heard? experienced? he can feel the person near him. He's felt them before, even though he's never talked to them. Someone who spends time at Ozpin's probably.]

Or something is a good way to describe it. Did I walk by a wall of razorblades?

[ He raises a brow slowly at the question and looks about at the walls. No blade of walls he can see but well, anything's possible he assumes. Either way, he walks over to the other and begins to rummage in his bag as he pulls out bandages. ]

Nope. No wall of knives anywhere but I'd be careful. Weird shit has been happening this month. [ he stoops down and holds out the roll of bandages to the other. ]

Here. Better not to bleed out here since....well I dunno this place is weird about blood.

[He doesn't react for a moment. Maybe too long of a moment. Oh right, he's trying to hand something to him. Fox then reaches out, fingers barely catching the roll before he adjusted to grab them. He feels for the edge to start unrolling and so he can do some quick field aid on the wound.]

Thanks. Getting that weird milky smell out of everything sucks.

[ It's not exactly hard to notice how long it takes this guy to take the bandages, nor does it take long to see how he nearly missed the bandages he held out. This guy must be very out of it if he's taking these pauses.

Either way, he moves on from those thoughts and focuses on what Fox says. It only serves to get him to nod. ]

Ugh. Yeah I hate that about this whole new blood thing. I try not to bleed on my clothes for that exact reason.

Sometimes bleeding happens, but this place is taking it to a whole new level.

[Fox is covered in scars, so he is obviously not a stranger to bleeding. But he got used to wearing sleeveless clothes in part because he's not afraid to get injured--and Vacuo is hot. Very hot.

He is facing forward right at Glitch while he wraps the wound, so it might look like he's staring Glitch down while he does this, white eyes not blinking for a while. When he's done, he tilts his head a bit.]

Happen to have any rope to tie this?

[Might. It burns but he has no idea why it's happening. The only thing he can connect to it is the feeling of...]

...or seen anyone running around with a big hook?

[ It's hard not to notice all the scars that pop out at him. It only told Glitch that this guy probably lived some sort of hard life before here. However, the focused unblinking look this guy was giving him was somewhat unnerving with the white, milky-looking eyes. It gets him to raise a brow but he doesn't say much to it.

Though, he's shaken from his thoughts when the question is asked. ]

Rope? Uh. Kind of. One sec. [ He reaches into his bag and pulls out a strong cord of thin-looking rope before he moves over to hand it over. ]

As for anyone running around with giant fucking hooks? Nope. But, they're probably hiding.

Thanks.

[He does take the rope and wrap it around the large wound. It's like his entire shoulder is bleeding for some reason. Who ever got him got him good. How did no one see that? He ties the rope off and pushes himself up away from the wall he'd been leaning against.]

You sure? Someone just attacked me with one. I felt it rip through my arm.

[Of course, he doesn't know that the wound on his arm was very much not the kind of wound caused by a hook.]

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Sight Beyond Sight Is Still Being Blind, Right?

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Apologies for the wait.

No worries! The holidays knocked me on my butt too.

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God I'm so sorry. Time feels fake looking at this.

What is time?

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