[ The material isn't water-repellent! There's also a sound that comes with the impact, heavy and echoing in the confines of the material. It's—
—nothing. It didn't happen. Shut up. ]
Hm. [ He'd not gotten far in his exploration, admittedly, but finding it's a ship introduces... well, very little. A limit. But it's good to know, all the same. ] A forest growing from the deck of a ship... [ John's weight lists to his left as he folds his arms. The various ragged ends of his robe curl back in around him, a few seeming to hunt for something to grasp onto—ultimately tangling in the effort. ] I suppose if seeds can take what they need from the wood, that's not too surprising. Not that it needs to be rational.
[ His left hand lifts, elbow braced by the right, to tap what sounds like claws against the lower half of his mask—small clicks against the polished surface, drumming. His fingers curl, then, and brace instead. ]
Were there any signs of a ritual, perhaps? [ It's the only other thing he can think of; but a barrier might mean a ritual performed for something else, no? Just, some kind of sign of thinking presence. Not that he's placing bets. Really, he should be looking into this himself—level as this guy seems to be, how much can he actually trust him? He'd have cautioned Arthur not to feel too safe if his partner were in his place, after all. ]
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—nothing. It didn't happen. Shut up. ]
Hm. [ He'd not gotten far in his exploration, admittedly, but finding it's a ship introduces... well, very little. A limit. But it's good to know, all the same. ] A forest growing from the deck of a ship... [ John's weight lists to his left as he folds his arms. The various ragged ends of his robe curl back in around him, a few seeming to hunt for something to grasp onto—ultimately tangling in the effort. ] I suppose if seeds can take what they need from the wood, that's not too surprising. Not that it needs to be rational.
[ His left hand lifts, elbow braced by the right, to tap what sounds like claws against the lower half of his mask—small clicks against the polished surface, drumming. His fingers curl, then, and brace instead. ]
Were there any signs of a ritual, perhaps? [ It's the only other thing he can think of; but a barrier might mean a ritual performed for something else, no? Just, some kind of sign of thinking presence. Not that he's placing bets. Really, he should be looking into this himself—level as this guy seems to be, how much can he actually trust him? He'd have cautioned Arthur not to feel too safe if his partner were in his place, after all. ]