The Proper Role-Play

I slide almost cut my arm "What the hell!" I scream half fearful of what'll reply. I put down the blade and examine the black colored scar, (The ripple thing is black) and remembers the menace on the mans face and I shudder, putting the sword away and closing my memory box and lays down.
 
"Read-this." I try to say, handing you the sketchbook. Writing reading. Tess, burn this when you finish reading. That.. Essence that took over me. I think it was Memories. I had a dream.. The dream, sadly, I cannot tell you. I do not know what happened while I was dreaming, but I suddenly feel dark, more evil. Please try to stay away from me when there's an orange moon. All I know is that it's much, much more dangerous for me when an orange moon is up. Anyways, I changed our course to LoneStar. He's heading us towards coordinates I picked up in the dream. Someone needs our help.. Someone powerful. Maybe more than one person, he wasnt clear.
 
"Who shot the mandolin, my friend came to the pub and saw a wandering traveler playing the mandolin on a rainy day. He got out of his seat and shot the mandolin." I sing quietly, keeping beat.
 
I hiss, at least try to. I furiously write down something and crawls outside, handing it to Tess. He will help us! Or them! I know it! I know it was Mems, he created the smammer. The orange, that's his aura! I know for a fact it was him!
 
I crawl over to the levers, pulling many back. Indicating that I should take over in the morning, because I can not talk now. I sit near the wheel, and lower the buoyancy to float. I then put my head down and rest.
 
I laugh "If you jump I can bring you back up. Swimming means being in water, which I can control so...." let's out a long laugh.

"Ahh but calm down for real." I add.
 
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