Trapped on a Raft

How amusing, him trapped in a raft with this creature? a human no less, he doesn't believe in luck as luck is just some false form of "wishing". He found this raft interesting so he decided it would have been a fun spot to land on as it would have been quite nice to be floating in the center of the ocean.

"You don't strike me as interesting. I wonder how you landed yourself in this mess?" He admits, he was tempted to just destroy the raft there and then just for reaction and amusement, after all the sharks must be starving. With a gleefully, evil smirk he opens his maw and lightly bites down on the raft not too hard that it'll rip in half but just enough where he can hold it inside of his mouth. His eyes narrowed waiting for an intense reaction or at least an attempt to shoo him off or to convince him to let go of the raft.

Seeing him panicked a bit made him feel very satisfied, he was about to pop the raft but a gust of strong wind ended up knocking him off the raft into the water. Being lighter than a feather was never fun especially with strong winds, yet he wondered where that breeze even came from? last he checked there was barely or rather no breeze at all. His gaze glances at ethan with a curious yet irritated stare. What the hell was that about? He's already in the water cause of it, its gonna take him awhile to recover his clouds again due to this inconvenience. Without his clouds he can't take flight essentially leaving him grounded for a bit. With a defeated look in his face and him being too lazy too attempt it again he swims for any nearby chunk of land he could spot, which wasn't that much. He'll be swimming for quite a long while.

     Ken gazed up at the sky with his arms folded behind his head, bored; disinterested. Seagulls squawked lazily overhead, and rarely he'd see the smallest cloud pass by the sun to give him an ounce of shade. It seemed like a tropical getaway, only...
     "ARGH!! This is lame!!" he practically screeched as he sat up in frustration. "You just HAD to cause a monster storm, didn't you?! And why'd you leave ME stuck on this stupid raft?!" he yelled at the gargantuan beast more or less floating in the water besides him. At first Ken had been terrified to death by Agnar and the storms he brought, but after about an hour of aimlessly floating in the vast ocean, his irritation returned stronger than ever.
     "Can't you whip up any stupid clouds to cover the stupid sun?" he griped. "And don't even think about touching this raft!" Honestly, if Agnar put as much as a claw on it it would undoubtedly break, and though Ken was willing to yell, he was pretty damn scared of that happening.

"Aw come on, out of all the people out there, why do I have to be stuck with YOU?"

Kendall placed both palms on either side of his head, as he directed a look of annoyance at Ken. What the heck happened? Why were the two trapped on a raft? Kendall knew exactly what happened, and it was caused by his pride and stupidity. The game character was very boastful and decided to show how well he could row a boat and grabbed a hold of the closest resembling object....which happened to be the sad little raft the two were currently stranded on.

Of course, Kendall refused to admit it was his own fault and kept pointing fingers at the pop star. "Seriously, it's always your fault that we get stuck in these stupid situations!" He fumed and reached out to grab the front of Ken's shirt, their faces nearly an inch away from each other. It took Kendall a minute to realize how close they were, his face turning from an angry scowl to a beet-red piece of tomato. He roughly pushed Ken away and frowned an annoyed frown. "-I mean...come on! If you weren't so dumb and admitted that I was clearly better at rowing a boat, this would've never happened!" Why was he blushing? What the hell, he really wanted to get out of here! "Listen dork, you better find a way for us to get the hell outta here!"

[today's the day i torment the games with my pokegirls sorry everyone.]

This was even worse than the time actually Daria got on a boat.

A raft wasn't so different from a boat, though, was it? She figured she could deal with being trapped on one for a while -- after all, she had her starfish if she needed to get out in a jiffy. The issue? She was trapped with someone else. So, there she was across from Kendall, leaning against the blubbery wall of the raft and fiddled with the red-and-white capsule her creature was stored within.

She couldn't wrap her head around Kendall being a video game character, though. He looked the part, though. He looked like some Instagram-obsessed cosplayer she would find at a convention, but that was an entirely different problem than what he actually was. The girl, looking tiredly at him. Honesty was something she could respect, but she already had to deal with some smug rat ignoring her. She was ready to go.

"Confession, I have a swimmer here." said Daria, as she rose to her feet. Bad idea. She started wobbling on the raft, and when she looked out upon the sea around here, she suddenly felt sick. Sweet Jesus, today wasn't her day. "I don't know if I buy you being from some video game world... Unless you can prove it, like, right now, but I dunno if you'll still be stuck here once you jump back into reality. Or whatever it is you do... Can I, like, even carry your video game self back? I don't have a video game console on me because I don't really care that much about them, but, like..."

Daria let out a sigh, and then tossed her ball upwards. There was a flash of light, and then the cry of her godawful starfish as it landed gently on the edge of the raft. She grabbed onto one of its limbs, and then looked at Kendall.

"I don't know how far shore is, either, though." She was fully contemplating swimming on her starfish's back, back to shore. "Your video game has ropes, right? ..I hope there's a way to tie rope on this thing. Wait. Hold on. If this fails, I'm going to take off without you. Sorry."

Little warning for blood mention, not gorey or in depth tho! And it's slightly played for laughs,

"Welp! Time to put my skills of playing Raft to the test!" Eavei paused. "Probably doesn't apply to real life." As most goes expectations are often crushed by reality but Eavei's general knowledge in practical survival and putting them to the test wouldn't be that bad, right???

FlippingPancake bandbullets for both of you, ping bc it's been a while. Here my attempt to revive! (Spoiler for mention of drinking.)

(I might spoiler this later, for length, but I just read this and wanted to reply even tho I'm on mobile bc hi fizz, I love this.)

 “Shit,” Jack said. “Fuck,” he added. He was holding the edge of the raft so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. Jack had been on a wild goose chase.  Hunting some pirates, and where did that take him? On a raft. With a pirate.
Jack had difficulty snapping his gaze away from the fast ocean around him. He’d never seen so much water before. Correction, he’d never been soaked so badly by the ocean before. Every wave rolled over their little raft and Jack was sure this was the place he was going to die.His shoulders slumped with a mixture of relieve and acceptance, as he finally turned over to Nazar. “Look at us,” he dryly said. “From enemies to grave-companions.” He finally let go of the raft’s edges and forced himself to sit down.
“I never thought it would go down like this,” he said. “I’d always imagined myself dying at home. On land. With a partner on my side and three kids.” Jack rubbed his bitemarks with the thumb of his other hand.

“How about you? Have you ever fantasized of going down with a landsman like me?” Jack’s eyebrows raised.
“I’ve heard a bit about you. From my research…” he paused. Then quickly added underneath his breath: “that same research involving me trying to get your captain behind bars and all.” Jack made a dismissive gesture. “Heard you could hold yourself well in a fight. You're a good shooter with those flintlocks, right?” His gaze drifted towards the other’s holsters, and he paused.
“I've never really heard about a surgeon that’s able to do harm too.” The detective snorted. “ From being watched over by Nun’s, to pirate,” Jack leaned backward. “I wonder where it all went wrong. Not that it matters now. Not here on the open ocean. But still, I can’t stop wondering if your life would be different, if you had a loving mother.”  

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I'm too busy to write an reply but I loved it agdhs. Jack face when Regulus starts talking about cannibalism

Getting shipwrecked, then soaked, and now floating on a raft stinking of wet dog was not how Regulus thought his day was going to go. He peeked over the edge of the raft carefully, as if scared that there was something watching them beneath the depths. If his tail was out, it would certainly be fluffed with fear at that moment. He slowly averted his gaze from the dark water, and towards his equally as soaked partner. A permanent glare was on Regulus's face, although it was not intended to be aimed at the other party, merely at the situation they found themselves in. Two werewolves, stuck on a raft, in the middle of nowhere. He was sure it could be worse, but right now it was pretty bad. Eventually someone would come looking for him though, eventually.

"So, uh..." Regulus cleared his throat, turning to look at the expanse of nothingness around them, his gaze softening just a bit as his shoulders sagged. "..." He didn't continue his sentence as he thought of what he was even about to say to the man sitting opposite of him. He certainly was not great at small talk, especially when his anxiety was currently rising with every wave that crashed into their little raft. He hated any large body of water so much, and he knew he was never about to step foot on any sort of boat again after this. 

"...I mean, I guess it could be worse..." He muttered under his breathe, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at his feet before his eyes moved to Jack. "Anyways... if I die first, I give you my permission to eat me if needed." It was meant as a joke, but as soon as the words left his mouth he grimaced, "that came out sounding a lot more morbid than I intended. I'm sure someone will find us, eventually." He added with a hopeful smile. He was sure someone would hear news about the ship, and he knew at least someone would come searching for him. He only hoped it was sooner rather than later. Two werewolves on one raft was probably not going to end well.

“It looks deep…” they whispered.

Tannin stared at the murky depths below, peeking over Regulus’s shoulder as they hovered slightly behind him. However, instead of looking like themself, they had disguised themself as the werewolf they were ‘accompanying’, going as far as to mimic his voice. Only Regulus could see and hear them.

They flitted around the small confines of the raft the two were stuck on, as if they were looking for a way out of the situation. Yet there was nothing but open sea all around: a vast expanse of blue as far as the eyes could see. To make matters worse, the rubbery lifeboat only had enough rations to last Regulus a few more days - 4 at most, if he didn’t eat more than one bar a day. The supply of water wasn’t faring any better, and, with how the sun was beating down on the pair, it seemed like it would go much faster than its counterpart.

It would be easy for Tannin to just guide him to the nearest shore, to track down a nearby ship and pull it towards the wayward craft so he could be rescued. But not yet: they wanted Regulus to stew in his anxiety and fears until he was on the brink of death. Only then would they allow him some reprieve. 

“What are you going to do…?” they asked, their voice low and scared. A wave slammed into the raft, causing it to rock. “What can you do…?”

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How long had it been? 20 minutes? An hour? Croatian didn’t know anymore. He hadn’t brought a watch since he hadn’t exactly prepared to be stranded at sea; all he knew was that it felt like forever since he last touched land.
He tried to think of something else to distract himself. Like the fact that he could be watching football right now instead of floating in the middle of an ocean in a tiny raft. But he was getting tired of aimlessly complaining in his imagination, especially since the…being sitting beside him was staring at him like they were reading his mind.

A certain thought had crossed Croatian’s mind a while ago, a thought that he miraculously hadn’t forgotten a few seconds after having it. He had initially convinced himself that it was just a joke, that there was no way he would go through with it. But each passing second wore down his patience more and more; he would do anything just to end this boredom. Besides, the look in his raft companion’s eyes was practically urging him to say what he was already obviously thinking.

”You can give people the power to…scare others, yes?” he asked. That was a very light way of describing it. He forced himself to ignore the discomfort he felt at the other’s unsettling appearance as he continued to face them. “Well, there are some people who I’d like to scare straight, if you know what I mean.”

He was talking about the language learners whom he had to coerce into learning his language. They were often intimidated by the complicated rules of his language(such as the 7 noun cases), but there were of course some who persevered. Croatian only put effort into his job if it meant that he would get to see language learners suffer.
However, with such great power at his disposal, they would all bow before him and his noun cases. Once he finally got off this raft, they would be done for.

”Now, what would you like in return for making this pact with me?”