[closed quest] i won't pretend that i make it

[sorser]

WHO: Stephen, Ronan & Kylo
WHEN: Mid to late September.
WHERE: Thorne to Solvunn and back again.
WHAT: A supply run quest!
WARNINGS: Will add as needed.

((ooc; quest info here! various top levels for different points of the quest below.))

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[sorser]

They sure didn’t, Stephen thinks, but there’s no time to bemoan the lack of warning about sea monsters when they’re being tossed to and fro like a toy boat in a bathtub. His companions soon make themselves known, both Ronan and Kylo utilizing their unusual abilities to ensure the cargo doesn’t go flying off the ship. The wide trunk of a tree growing into a makeshift wall, branches entangling. An invisible force keeping the boxes fixed in place.

Stephen stumbles to his feet. His hands form quick, practiced casting gestures, energy glowing at his palms, and then he lashes out with an arm. Red bands of magic unfurl and whip forward, then loop around the tree trunk and boxes, another added layer of security.

“I don’t know if we can destroy it,” he yells over the ruckus. Seawater, flung upwards from the leviathan’s lashing tail, splatters down upon them all like rain. He sputters. “Did we piss it off, or—“

Was this just terrible timing? No time to finish his sentence. The ship keels hard, collided into the creature again.

[nightwash]

Ronan, lacking the benefit of telekinesis, goes flying again as the creature whips at the ship. This time, at least, he catches himself on a swinging net before he can tumble and fall overboard. He tangles his left arm up in the ropes and prays the next lurch doesn't dislocate his shoulder.

"We'd need a whole navy to kill it," Ronan yells back. "It'd be a stupid fucking idea to try." Considering they're barely keeping hold of the precious cargo.

His right hand goes digging into his pouch again, seeking out the dream he'd been trying to find before. It's a fairly simple dream. The same concept as Burrito, his invisible car back home. It was a car that wasn't truly un-visible, but almost impossible to perceive. A confusion of the senses, universal across species and technologies. Back then, Ronan had dreamt the car itself that way, but here, he's dreamt something a little more adaptive.

There it is. He tugs the canister from the bag and releases the pin.

"Don't freak out," he warns the others, because the dream is about to affect their senses just as much as it'll affect the leviathan's. "Just hold still. It only lasts a few hours."

White smoke hisses from the bomb as Ronan tosses it. Careening across the deck, it releases an entire storm of disorientation. And as the cloud sweeps over the ship, it takes the ship with it. The cargo. The sails. The lanterns. The sailors. Everything becomes invisible, including themselves, and leaves them all with the sensation of hovering in mid-air above the churning sea.

[photophobic]

Kylo barely resists the urge to offer a retort or indeed evidence that nobody needs a whole navy when they have one very confident and practiced god-slayer right here— but with Ronan being tossed about so thoroughly and his magical sword untested on sea monster flesh, perhaps now isn't the best time to throw himself into the beast's mouth in an attempt to slice it up from the inside.

And then, Ronan's perception bomb goes off, and all Kylo can really think about is how exceptionally unpleasant an experience it is. He sucks in air, sharp, and vainly attempts to find something anchoring to hold onto— not just physically, but—

"I can't— I don't feel it at all," he hisses.

He sounds furious, as he always does when caught in a position of vulnerability.

"Anything. I can't—"