I see, Efraim wrote. Well, I certainly wouldn’t invade his privacy.
And hey, they were used to people not liking them for one reason or another. Hopefully those feelings wouldn’t last, they were going to be together for a while, but they could understand the Captain being suspicious of them.
(Also I’m not posting because I don’t feel like I can do much until the crew gets back to Nemo’s ship not because I don’t care.)
"Of course not, but he will still be quite unhappy with your presence." he replied, studying the notebook again. It still seemed odd to him that this person, Efraim, was invisible. "Is there no way that you can be…not invisible?" he questioned, gaze flickering about before returning to Efraim again.
Efraim exhaled. If there is, M. has it, they wrote. It is– they hesitated for a moment before finishing, why I'm here.
It was so strange. Sherlock was actually listening to them. Maybe sharing such information was a little too much, but they had warmed up to the man.
Sherlock considered that for a long moment. "It would seem that M has promised us all something." he remarked, cocking his head faintly. "I wonder what he has promised this Dorian fellow." his final remark was more to himself than to Efraim; he just wondered what had been promised to everyone.
As he spoke, Efraim began drawing absentmindedly. Little scribbles on the paper slowly became a person— Sherlock, whose visage Efraim was pretty sure wouldn’t make the paper catch fire, unlike Dorian’s. He had this faraway look on his face that they thought was very characteristic of him, so they wanted to try drawing it.
Or Mina, for that matter. Or Nemo. What had M promised them all, and, more importantly, could he actually fulfill those promises? Sherlock was here because M had promised information and revenge for John and Mary's deaths. If M could not fulfill that promise…well. Sherlock shook his head faintly, drawing his attention back to Efraim. "My apologies, my mind was wandering." he said.
That happens to me too, Efraim wrote. No harm done.
They held up the notebook so Sherlock could see the drawing, then moved to write, What do you think of this Mr. Jekyll fellow?
Sherlock blinked, studying the drawing for a long moment, then nodded a little. "Well, I'm not really sure yet." he replied. "We haven't met yet, and so I think I shall withhold any judgement on my part until I do meet him." he ran a hand through his hair, eyebrows pulling together faintly.
(I’m wondering if y’all need to stretch out the scene a bit more or if we should just get onto the Nautilus so we can continue on?)
(I think I can post and then we can move on?)
(yeah, after Ella posts we can move on)
I think that’s wise, they wrote. Efraim didn’t really have anything else to say, so they went back to adding a bit more to their drawing of the other man.
(Snisjiskjfk)
By then they’d reached the Nautilus, a surprisingly fast journey Dorian could only attribute to some sort of motor mechanism. How this… Nemo had managed to get one only increased his interest in what this whole mission was about, he however knew the real truth of the matter. Why they were all really here. Three normal hunters, for a given value of hunter. Rounding up miscreants for purposes quite unknown to them, but known very well to Dorian. Allegedly to save a city, that part was true at least, oh how old James Moriarty loved his games. But still, there was more to it than that. Sanger ushered Dorian into the ship and away from any trouble.
The Nautilus was still mostly submerged. Only the deck and the bits above it were visible, and their boat nosed right up beside the massive ship. Some of Nemo's crew put down the ramp, carrying the luggage down into the belly of the Nautilus. The faintest of smiles danced around Nemo's mouth; the Nautilus was his home, and they were glad to be back to it.
Sherlock studied the ship, eyes narrowed. He could tell by the shadows in the water that it was bigger than it's surface made it seem; he wanted to explore it, but doubted that Nemo would allow them free reign over the ship.
Dorian didn't intend to stay put for long. If Nemo forced him to stay in one place, he'd find a way out for sure. Dorian was crafty, unfortunately for the rest of the group, and he liked to do what he wished as he wished it. Anyways, he needed access to the ship, and he'd get it if it took killing Nemo himself to get it. He needed his portrait back, and he needed it sooner over later.
Sanger meanwhile didn't like the look on Dorian's eyes. He was too keen on things, too observant in all the wrong places. Observant maybe, but also too open. Like he didn't fear harm, or death. Maybe with the bullets riddling his chest along with the disappearance of said bullets moments later meant something with regards to that, but Sanger Rainsford was not a man for trouble and he was starting to regret ever promising to watch Dorian.
Tom didn't quite understand all that was going on (shocking, I know), but he helped the crew with the luggage, keeping a wary eye on Dorian. Something about the man just rubbed him the wrong way, and he didn't like him in the least.
( @orion-lying here you go ^^)
(Lol hi. I can post somethin or y'all can??)
(shrug)
Dorian flashes a toothy, inhuman grin to Tom. He knew when he was being watched, it was an intuition. A skill built over years of having to watch his pretty ass on streets that knew the smell of blood.
Tom's gaze narrowed, and he frowned. Dorian very much unsettled him, and it was not a good feeling. He grimaced just a little bit, still watching the strange young man.
Dorian allowed himself to board the ship, Sanger following closely after. He didn’t want to lose Dorian, not after the man had gotten into so much trouble. But lose him he did, and Sanger wasn’t about to go to Nemo to find out what would happen if he admitted he lost Dorian. He didn’t want to die, mostly, so he followed around different crew members, trying and failing to get into off-limits areas in order to find this eel of a man.
Quartermain also offered to help Tom and the crew with the luggage, despite still feeling a little ill. He was too focused on the task to really care about Dorian, however.
When Mina woke up, she was far more energized. Upon ascending to the main deck and finding themselves arrived at the Nautilus, she looked it over, rather fascinated. It wasn’t quite like any mode of transport Mina had encountered before. Soon enough, she spotted Sanger and Dorian, frowned, and decided to go aboard.
Sanger eventually gave up, and sought out Mina. "Mina, help. Dorian left and I don't know where he is!" the man was on the verge of tears, and indeed his eyes were quite misty. "He was there one minute, and gone the next. He has given me the slip." he said.