[The admiral could remain calm in the face of many things. It was a necessary attribute, after all, in a time of war and one he was quite adept at.
So far, he was managing admirably well with the wings and clothes and the bewildering nonsensical explanations he was hearing.
He did, however, draw the line at ghosts.
His eyes widen as he turns to face the shout, only to spot a familiar face. A familiar face that he would never expect to see again, this side of death.]
Kennedy?!
[there's a muttered oath before he takes a single step back, instantly defensive] What trickery is this?
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So far, he was managing admirably well with the wings and clothes and the bewildering nonsensical explanations he was hearing.
He did, however, draw the line at ghosts.
His eyes widen as he turns to face the shout, only to spot a familiar face. A familiar face that he would never expect to see again, this side of death.]
Kennedy?!
[there's a muttered oath before he takes a single step back, instantly defensive] What trickery is this?