dear_mun | lastvoyages

Let us not mince words over what happened with the snow globe, my dear mundane. Clearly it was not enough to get me off this ship with my immortality intact, but beyond that? I suppose I couldn't call it a complete waste of my time. After all, it would appear that some of my old hair colour has begun to come back.

Those are the trifles of Heroism, you know. One or many deeds of a debatable nature, and there goes eons of proper hair and skin care. Right out the window. And then what am I to do? I can perhaps admit that before the Barge I let myself go just a smidgeon. But it is such a bother to keep such things balanced when you've got factories to run. With the exorbitant demands of my King, a country that needed me, when was I to find time to perform a subtle "good" deed?

It is not like the old days. I might have even been praised for providing a job to every vagabond that wandered into Bloodstone. I married and made happy many a wife -- oh don't look at me like that. Whatever higher power governs what acts are good and evil back in my world has always thought it a greater sin to divorce rather than to kill, and who was I to argue with the will of Avo? Throw a wife overboard to escape a krakken, and I'm perfectly fine once I've paid my deckhands their wages. Divorce her, and I'm covering streaks of black in my hair and spending my days in constant sunshine to combat the ill effects.

It had simply been my good fortune that dark-haired and pallid are such fashionable things among the Bowerstone elite, but then I am a masterpiece regardless of the colour palette, n'est pas?

I will admit that I did so miss having blue eyes.

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...Of course, Reaver.

No, he isn't an impostor. He's been whining about his missing gun since we arrived and he's genuinely pleased to see Barry Hatch.

[Clearly it's Reaver. Who else would be excited to see Barry? :| ]

[mutter] Yes, because nothing offsets the loss of one's firearm like a toadie with a speech impediment.

[Eyeroll. Maybe it's because he's been away for a year. He can't deny that having a manservant would significantly improve his life on the Barge right now -- not that he'd ever let the little wretch see that he works as a lowly bartender right now.]

Ahem. [Clearing his throat.] I suppose that explains why I have yet to be graced with his presence aboard the ship.

I suppose so. He's only just arrived and hasn't caught up to us.

[...Not that Logan has any idea where they are. Navigating without a light trail is hard and no one understands!]

How long have you been away from Albion?

...[He hasn't given much thought to it, clearly.] Nearly two years, now.

Two years?

[Goodness, that's an awfully long time! How have you not gotten homesick? He's been in Johto for less than a month and he's already missing Albion!]

And you haven't found a way home?

As they say: "you can check out, but you can never leave."

...Actually, I haven't any idea who says that, but it's a song often played in the ship's pub. "Juke boxes," as they call them. We were developing something quite similar before I departed Albion.

I'm sure they'll send me along eventually.

[As fascinating as these "juke boxes" sound, he's more concerned with the idea of being kept away from home for years.]

You're not worried about that? What about the state of things back home?

[Two years might not be long to you what with your... immortality or whatever it is you have going on there, but it's quite a long time to people who age normally!]

My fellow denizens have given me the impression that no one will even know I've gone by the time I return.

...I suppose that's useful.

[Well, alright, that isn't all that horrible then. Still, two years...]

Do you miss Albion at all?

[He's liked not having to worry about the Shadow Court]

From time to time. They keep me rather occupied.

[...understandably so...]

I imagine there's plenty to see and do on a ship like that.

[How do you manage it though? Being around unfamiliar people with no way to return home of your own free will for years...? He certainly couldn't do it.]

The stops are better than the events in between, but I do well enough.

The events...? Do I want to know?

Often, the ship experiences...disturbances when it brushes too close to a world it does not aim to visit. This causes parts of it to bleed onto the ship, leading to unusual changes.

Changes such as...?

Some you can imagine and others you can't. Each denizen once became varying sorts of animals. Genders inverted. Persons falling in love with one another....

Oh... my.

[...That sounds horrifying...]

Does this sort of thing happen often?

As often as twice a month.

Twice a month...? How do you put up with it?

[laughs] With a wink and a smile, usually.

...Well, you certainly have more patience than I've given you credit for.

With all due respect, I've been familiar with your family for how long, and patience is what you believe I lack?

Considering how you treat your factory workers...

And here I believed us in agreement regarding insubordination, majesty. Could your kingdom have afforded a strike?

No, of course not. You were so quick to shoot. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were eager to take out those who disobeyed your orders.

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