Anya Ship

Anya awoke with a start oncemore, groggily shaking her head in the darkness of her selfmade metal tomb. A ship she had build to house a Demon who she had jokingly suggested might be safest at the center of a warship - And then it wanted it quite a lot. She slapped the wall until she managed to hit a button to activate flint and steel and light a lantern.

She groggily got up scratching at the side of her head and smoothing her skirt and shirt...A quick glance told her she could afford to go another day without washing it probably. She grabbed Demon Trigger from her nightstand and affectionately stroked its side, the coil-pistol had been one of her first successful inventions and refined over the years into what it was today...Packed as much of a punch as her rifle but was much more difficult to load.

She walked over into the galley and made a sandwich for breakfast, greeting her other gun, the Sine-made rifle covered in runes with a finger dragged along the barrel. She hadn't quite felt fit to name this one yet, it was certainly one of the finest weapons in all the seas, but it was too finnicky for anyone who wasnt intimately familiar to operate at any speed.

She slung it over a shoulder lazily and headed up abovedecks, greeted by a half dozen identical mini-demons all scrubbing the decks merrily. She grunted at them and blinked several times in annoyance at the sunlight. Atleast nothing b- She stopped the thought with practiced ease and instead looked over the calm seas.

She adjusted her glasses and pulled out a chart, she figured it was time to meet some new people if she couldnt find any good work here. Ideally she wanted to leave the demon to its own devices, this captain thing was proving to be a hassle she didn't want.