Bellator walks down to the port, a while later he arrives, and sees a building labeled "Flapping & Flapping Shipwrights"

Veronica notices a familiar face and follows Bellator to the port, letting one arm bleed in order to grant her invisibility. Veronica has sigils burned all over her body, and when they activate they break open and bleed.

“How much for a small one-man cruiser?”

Demetrius Flapping responds “Fifty gold.”

The other side of the duo, Beatrice says “No you idiot, 100 gold pieces!”

“I'll take either price.”

Veronica watches in amusement but says nothing.

“Do you happen to have any already constructed?”

Beatrice responds, “Indeed, rosewood, sail driven, small under deck, it's got a small living space there.”

Demetrius adds, “It used to belong to a mage!”

Beatrice shushes Demetrius, “Don't say that! You know how people react to magic!”

Bellator says “Interesting, might I see it?”

Veronica frowns at the reaction, but looks around the place, being careful not to let her blood drip on the floor.

“Demetrius, stay here and get the paperwork ready, I'll show him the boat.”

Demetrius stands up and salutes him mockingly, and then sets about his task.

Veronica peeks at the paperwork, almost letting a drop of blood on it but pulling back at the last second. She decides to follow Bellator instead.

Bellator and B. Flapping set on their way to the dock, and before them rests a beauty of a vessel right in front of them. The boat was constructed from rosewood, sigils and patterns lined the hull in perfect symmetry, made of gold.

“She’s a beauty. Who made her?”

Veronica frowns and places one foot on the boat, rocking it ever so slightly before stepping back and finding a post to sit on to watch.

“That is hhem, confidential.” Beatrice says, hiding the fact they don’t make boats, only resell them.

“May I see inside?

“Certainly.”

The duo walks up the plank leading to the deck, made of from some black wood, unknown to most. The rims of the sides are lined with iron. Once more, the deck is lined with sigils, this time arranged in some sort of ritual circle. The sails are furled, and it is hard to discern what it depicts, but colors of black, blood red, and royal purple are prominent.

Veronica reads the sigils, tracing the familiar patterns as she listens to the faint voices below deck

Now below deck, Beatrice begins to list the various amenities. “Single bed in the corner there, small range, exhaust vented through the deck top, moderately sized desk, a cabinet. You could live in here if you wanted.” The inside of the boat is graced with iron portholes, double-layered glass, the walls covered in similar patterns to the outside, and on the floor an octagon, each corner containing a symbol. Beatrice failed to mention the other desk, on which a small knife and a few vials of salt water rested. The tabletop of the desk had what seemed to be a reference guide of sigils engraved in it.

Veronica finds the sigils along her own body, tracing the same patterns as a single tear rolls down her cheek. It's been a long time since she's seen her language like this.

“I'll take it, shall we head back to the store?”

Beatrice nods politely and bows, then walking back to the store.

The door to the store is opened with a jingle

“I finished those papers, Beatrice.”

“Perfect, we have a sale!”

Bellator walks up and signs all the necessary paperwork, and tosses a bag of 50 gold pieces on the table. The jingle is sufficient enough to fool them into thinking it's 100.

“She's yours now. Also, do you happen to know where this drop of wine came from? I’d be quite embarrassed if you had wine in our store!” Beatrice leans down and taps the liquid with her fingertip, and puts the finger to her tongue.

“This isn't wine, it's blo-o Beatrice falls and hits the ground, eyes rolled back into her head, convulsing violently.”

“HELP HER!” Demetrius yells.

Bellator and D. Flapping get her onto a nearby couch and tend to her until the convulsions stop, and immediately Bellator rushes out the door and yells for a medical carriage.

A carriage arrives, Demetrius thanks him for his help, and he goes on his way.

Veronica continues swaying in her magic circle on the boat, wondering about the loud screams but shrugging it off because why should she care

Veronica wanders below deck, continuing to follow the sigils carved into the wood. She reads the story of this vessel like an open book, trying to keep her composure as she revels in the handiwork.

Bellator opens the door to the cabin and begins unloading some things from a cart outside.

Veronica notices Bellator enter and wills her invisibility to end, still sitting in the circle with her legs crossed.

“So what are you up to?”

Bellator drops everything he's carrying in surprise.

“What the fuck!” he yells.

“You took the amulet, what do you want with me!”

“I’m just curious why you bought a boat, especially one like this.”

“It was cheap, fit my needs, and pretty.”

“It’s an interesting choice. Veronica traces one of the sigils. I recognize the handiwork.”

“From where?”

“Someone I knew a long time ago, a friend.”

“Right... Why are you here?”

“I don’t have much else to do so I thought I might as well bug you. Besides little Tori seems rather quiet for a change. She gestures to the amulet around her neck.”

“Well I appreciate the company, I guess. As for your earlier question, I bought a boat because I have nothing better to do. Might as well sail out and get some peace and quiet, stay out for a few days and relax.”

“Ah, run off from impending doom, got it. Well, I guess I'll stick around for a bit. Don't worry, I won't be here the entire time.”

“What impending doom? You're the one with the amulet, don't ask me to be responsible for it!”

“Not quite what I was talking about.”

“Then what were you talking about?”

“Something a little bit more difficult to explain...you know what, just forget about it for now.”

“Sure, you tell me to forget about my "impending doom." Oh, and thanks for leaving your blood about, someone is in the hospital now.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I tried! Wiccan blood does weird stuff.”

‘Veronica! There is a person in the hospital because you just HAD to spy on me.”

“They'll live... probably. It wouldn't be the first time I've killed someone accidentally.”

Bellator sighs loudly as he puts he tips his head into his hand. “Sure. I've killed people doing stupid things before too. No reason I should criticize you more than myself.”

“Let me rephrase, I've killed thousands of people 'by accident'. One possible death doesn't faze me, so don't give me your damn pity.”

“You can't even take an apology. Why do you care so much about me, and this impending doom if neither have any effect on you. At this point, you might as well be the impending doom.”

“Because they do have an effect on me, I'm bored and these things make me not bored. Ok ok, in reality, it helps me achieve my goal in the future, so there are certain things I have to set in motion now for everything to fall into place.”

“What is your goal in the future?”

“To stop being a walking apocalypse wherever I go.”

“How do I have anything to do with that? What does fucking around with me do for your plan?”

“It's a bit difficult to explain, but just trust that things will come together.”

Sure, I can understand that just please don't scare me so much. One day I'm going to have a heart attack.

Thor gets a message that there is a patient dying in the hospital by a weird disease and decides to check it out, as he arrives, he is informed that the doctors don't know how to cure the disease. “Veronica, you are there? If you are do you know how to cure this person?”

“Well, it appears I'm needed somewhere, goodbye for now.” Veronica waves and teleports to the hospital, careful to move where no one could see her appear.