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Hector ([personal profile] petcromancer) wrote 2019-10-09 04:29 am (UTC)

[The water rushes in, cold and churning. Hector guides the kraken with his power, directing her to shift the ship so it stays at the right angle of entry. The air pocket needs to be large enough to sustain them while they are submerged, but no so large that the buoyant force keeps the ship afloat.

It is a delicate process of minute course corrections with a very blunt instrument. There is a reason forgemasters typically cap out at a certain size of creatures, and why they usually summon a soul for the creature, rather than driving its movements more directly like this. It is exhausting. Hector is going to want to sleep for a week when this is done.

The water level reaches ankles, knees, waists. With the lurching and the splashing of waves, the candles lighting the room go out. It's complete darkness, save for the faint blue light of Hector's necromancy, and Cesar's single glowing eye.

It barely registers when Alucard draws near him, though Cesar snuffles and wiggles closer to him for the reassurance Hector can't provide at the moment.

After a few tense minutes of dragging downward, the ship settles into a more rhythmic rocking. Now, they wait, and hope their air lasts as long as they need it to.]

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