OoC: Don't worry about it, buddy. Any post is a good post as far as I'm concerned. You just keep on keeping on.

BiC: Verily, traveling at sea was good for the body and mind. Fuzen stood on the port side deck of the Jennifer, looking out into the expansive ocean. In the distance, the blue was still, like a painting, but the water near the boat churned vigorously. Every so often, he took in a deep breath, and released it with a heavy sigh. The salt air felt good in his lungs. Each inhale was like a shock that filled him with energy. He imagined that what he was feeling was what a normal being would define as joy. Though he was certainly a demon at heart, his senses were just as mortal as his body was.

Turing away from the vastness of the blue, he walked toward the center of the ship. Both passengers and crewmen milled about around the deck. Over the past week, he had gotten to become fairly friendly with most of the other people on board. Normally, he would not have even considered being friendly unless he had his usual amount of killing intent. However, memories of the past and future ambitions were only potent enough to keep him busy as he ventured from town to town. Over the course of a month, he would need some kind of distraction to keep him busy.

Of course, it was not as if he had any interest in the personal lives of the peons he happened to be on the same boat with. While getting to know the people, he hatched elaborate schemes to terrorize them. Although none of them would ever be put into action, he came up with a myriad of ways to horrify and kill the people he was traveling with. Although, at only a week into the journey, his plans were only in the conceptual stages. After they reached the next continent, his first kill would be on of the poor people on the boat. It did not have the same killing intent he usually had, but he could not do much about that.

Besides that, he was having fun testing how far Ijinken would let him take the Tsurugikami’s Seer ability. Just that morning, he woke to the sounds of a clamor between two crewmen. The previous two nights, he had put dreams in their heads that one was doing something malicious to the other. It was funny. He had also been giving the boat’s captain visions. In the visions, he goes to her private cabin and makes passionate love to her. He hoped to nail her at least once during their voyage. She was not particularly good looking, but there was something sexy about making it with a captain on her own boat.

Fuzen rested his back against one of the ship’s masts. After looking around for a moment or two, he pushed himself forward, and turned his head upwards. There was one person in particular that he still wanted to introduce himself to, and she was right above him. She had not been avoiding contact by any means, but always managed to retreat to the highest point on the ship before he could approach her the way he wanted to. Tera, he heard her name was. The fallen god changed his expression. “Ijinken,” he muttered, “There’s no time like the present.” Using his sand, he quickly climbed up to her.