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Rubilax · 11-01-2013

I'm glad I've your attention. The real question, however, is if I can hold onto it.

----Update the Third----

The hull of the boat was a mess, just as Ferris had expected. It took him a moment to realize that the structure that dominated the room was all the remained of the engine. The walls and surfaces had been turned black by grease and age. The air was humid, stale and smelt vaguely of old gasoline while the metal floor was pocketed with small puddles of what he hoped was water.

"Well, let's see the damage," Ferris muttered, scratching the stubble on his chin as he checked over the remains of the trawler's engine.

A few minutes of investigation revealed that there weren't any holes in the hull, which meant that the boat was technically seaworthy. The engine, on the other hand, was another matter entirely. The parts that hasn't been reduced to a rusty web of scrap were outdated by at least 40 years. Needless to say, the entire machine needed to be replaced if this ship was to move again, which meant spending even more of his own money on something was only his on paper. After all, the whole boat idea wasn't his own, but rather that of the two frat boys who were currently enjoying themselves one floor above him. They'd just dragged him into their venture because they needed his money. Thinking back, he couldn't even remember why he agreed to help them with their plan in the first place.

At that moment something caught his eye. It was a splotch of purple amongst the sea of black that covered the wall. He wasn't sure whether it was the lighting or the color of the paint, but it almost seemed to glow in the darkness. Curious, Ferris walked up to it and brushed away the grime surrounding it with his sleeve.

Underneath the grease was a strange purple painting. Though it was faded in some part, the stylized squid was still perfectly visible. The single eye in the center of the painting was its most interesting feature; Despite having spent who knows how many years covered in grime, it seemed as if it had been painted only hours before.

"What's this doing here," Ferris muttered under his breath, running his free hand over the design.

Click.

Coming Up Next: The plot thickens. The apathy, on the other hand, does not.

11-01-2013	#4
Rubilax The Demon Of Carnage Join Date: Feb 2013 Location: The Land Of Beavers and Syrup Posts: 48	Re: Under The General's Command (Work in Progress) I'm glad I've your attention. The real question, however, is if I can hold onto it. ----Update the Third---- The hull of the boat was a mess, just as Ferris had expected. It took him a moment to realize that the structure that dominated the room was all the remained of the engine. The walls and surfaces had been turned black by grease and age. The air was humid, stale and smelt vaguely of old gasoline while the metal floor was pocketed with small puddles of what he hoped was water. "Well, let's see the damage," Ferris muttered, scratching the stubble on his chin as he checked over the remains of the trawler's engine. A few minutes of investigation revealed that there weren't any holes in the hull, which meant that the boat was technically seaworthy. The engine, on the other hand, was another matter entirely. The parts that hasn't been reduced to a rusty web of scrap were outdated by at least 40 years. Needless to say, the entire machine needed to be replaced if this ship was to move again, which meant spending even more of his own money on something was only his on paper. After all, the whole boat idea wasn't his own, but rather that of the two frat boys who were currently enjoying themselves one floor above him. They'd just dragged him into their venture because they needed his money. Thinking back, he couldn't even remember why he agreed to help them with their plan in the first place. At that moment something caught his eye. It was a splotch of purple amongst the sea of black that covered the wall. He wasn't sure whether it was the lighting or the color of the paint, but it almost seemed to glow in the darkness. Curious, Ferris walked up to it and brushed away the grime surrounding it with his sleeve. Underneath the grease was a strange purple painting. Though it was faded in some part, the stylized squid was still perfectly visible. The single eye in the center of the painting was its most interesting feature; Despite having spent who knows how many years covered in grime, it seemed as if it had been painted only hours before. "What's this doing here," Ferris muttered under his breath, running his free hand over the design. Click. Coming Up Next: The plot thickens. The apathy, on the other hand, does not. Last edited by Rubilax; 11-01-2013 at 05:37 PM.