ACCH 21: Of Blood and Saltwater. Part 10

[jazz music playing] The arterials, the canalways that pump the cardiovascular system of Hatred to life.

The cabbies that sail the canals keep the river's secrets.

Without them, the city would grind to a halt.

But who do they answer to? The canal widens as you make your approach to Fort Hate.

The small river island once served as a military fortress for the Hatreds.

It sat dark and unused for years before the Hatreds sold the plot of land to the Vesper-Drakes.

Now, tall iron spouts spit black smoke into the sky.

The Lofty Promise, with its billowing balloon mast, floats high above Vesper and Drake Industries.

An aspiration? A threat? Some folks are calling it the floating quarter these days.

But I'm distracting you with dull trivia again, aren't I? My apologies.

When we last left off, you were all about to fucking die.

Jolie, this creature made of blood comes screeching at you across the boat.

Uh, you see all around you immediately panic.

Um, other passengers jumping out of their chairs, screaming, trying to get out of the way of whatever is happening, um, to the poor young woman covered in boils ready to burst.

As this thing flies towards you, specks of d- blood fly off of it, um, making a straight beeline towards you.

Though, Jolie, you are fast enough, you act first.

Your mechanical leech exploded in your hands in your attempt to extract the creature.

Um, it now lies a few feet away from you.

What do you do?

[jazz music playing] The arterials, the canalways that pump the cardiovascular system of Hatred to life.

The cabbies that sail the canals keep the river's secrets.

Without them, the city would grind to a halt.

But who do they answer to? The canal widens as you make your approach to Fort Hate.

The small river island once served as a military fortress for the Hatreds.

It sat dark and unused for years before the Hatreds sold the plot of land to the Vesper-Drakes.

Now, tall iron spouts spit black smoke into the sky.

The Lofty Promise, with its billowing balloon mast, floats high above Vesper and Drake Industries.

An aspiration? A threat? Some folks are calling it the floating quarter these days.

But I'm distracting you with dull trivia again, aren't I? My apologies.

When we last left off, you were all about to fucking die.

Jolie, this creature made of blood comes screeching at you across the boat.

Uh, you see all around you immediately panic.

Um, other passengers jumping out of their chairs, screaming, trying to get out of the way of whatever is happening, um, to the poor young woman covered in boils ready to burst.

As this thing flies towards you, specks of d- blood fly off of it, um, making a straight beeline towards you.

Though, Jolie, you are fast enough, you act first.

Your mechanical leech exploded in your hands in your attempt to extract the creature.

Um, it now lies a few feet away from you.

What do you do?