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An old callused husk of a man stands at a ship in the middlemost dock of the harbor. He combs through the blinding white beard clinging to his chin. His outfit is a bright blue sea captain's coat that's obviously stained with equal parts salt and tobacco ash, given the old pipe he's smoking from. "YOU'RE THE NEW CREW MEMBER MR. FOXTROT TOLD ME ABOUT, CORRECT? WELCOME ABOARD." He gestures towards his ship. "TO THE S.S. FREEDOM."
The ship looks like shit, to be quite frank. It's a salt encrusted ship that's probably barely big enough to host the crew, the captain, and your group consisting of yourself and four allies. The metal it is made out of it is an obvious cheap and shoddy steel that's long since been corroded by salt, rust, and barnacles.
You offer him a fake smile. "W-will there be enough room for five additional people? Me and my four crew mates?"
"INDEED. THERE WILL ALWAYS BE ROOM ON THE S.S. FREEDOM. IT IS NO MATTER TO YOU. AH. WHERE ARE MY MANNERS?" He immediately tosses two items to you. A small black cube that fits in the palm and a bottle of pills. The cube is made out of some weird material that you don't recognize. There's a small button on the side of it.
"THAT THERE IS YOUR CONTAINMENT CUBE AND PILLS, MADAM. FROM THE MAN HIMSELF. THE CUBE EXPANDS A LOT IF YOU PUSH THE BUTTON. BEST BE CAREFUL, SO SAYETH CAPTAIN ABRAHAM!"
>+CONTAINMENT CUBE and LALILU PILLS!
You're about to say something but you're interrupted by four pairs of footsteps approaching you. You turn around to see that, thank god, your allies have managed to arrive in time.
Ashley looks about the same as she did last time you met her. Leather jacket, boots, jeans, really long red hair, baseball bat, it's all there. In her hands, she's carrying a small bag. "My bandmates told me to bring some extra food along." She awkwardly laughs. She seems tense but otherwise fine.
Adam is dressed in an old, tattered red jacket and a set of blue jeans with a pair of steel toed boots adorn his feet. The stained white shirt underneath his jacket has engine oil and grease. "Let's get this over with." He cracks his knuckles.
Lex's outfit is simple. An old bulky jacket, a Strands of Silver band tshirt (the logo is written in barely legible metal band font), some boots and a set of work jeans. His head is safely hidden away in a wool beanie he's wearing. He flashes a finger gun at you.
And then there's BENEDICT. God, he has seen better days. Two layers of bulky jackets with long sleeves, some patchwork pants and gloves, and thick steeltoed boots cover his body. It's clearly meant to hide how much of his body has been transformed. Blood, oil, and grease coats his clothing. Half of his face has been replaced by metal that's in the faint impression of a human face, like a really shoddy android model. His hair has taken on an yellow-greenish hue to it as well.
"...Hello." He chokes out.
"So." Ashley mutters, trying not to look at Benedict. "What's up with the horns."
