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  1. TheRelicOfOwls

    The Gemini Mirror {Artifact}

    Donovan enjoyed the silence of the walk at first, but as the trek grew longer his nerves began to unwind. Those eyes darted between each of the robed freaks with a certain yet-to-be-earned hate. "We almost there or what!?" he finally broke, pushing a few of the members aside in a tantrum. Those on the side of his metal arm were unfortunate, to say the least. Luckily, as he asked the question there they were. The center room. It held a level of regalia the rest of the torn structure did not. Banners of various colors and insignia hung from the walls, and the room was brightly lit with wall mounted torches, chandeliers, and of course the candles being held by the cultists. And still there was a shadowy eeriness to the environment. "So we're here, but where's the rel-" A pinch assaulted his cheek, stopping the sentence in it's tracks. His eyes glide to his right to see one of the freaks grabbing at his face, and another reaching for his hair... and on the left one was about to grab his coat. In one quick motion, and a spark, his cutlass was unsheathed and pointed square at one of the cultists face. "Back off the coat ya little fucker" then using the hilt to back them all away with a quick, and commanding, bash.
  2. TheRelicOfOwls

    The Gemini Mirror {Artifact}

    Donovan entered the deep shadow of the ruins, where only flickering hues of orange lit the way. Somehow thirty members seemed like a lot more in the dimly lit area. The ease of the action was certainly nice though, and the captain thought nothing more of it. "So what's with the robes? You guys trying to seem as creepy as possible out tradition or something?" The bold Donovan attempts to make conversation as the gathering of three make their way through the rugged path. From the high ground of the ruins those same fire-lit eyes were staring intensely unto the two guests, silent as possible, and traveling in the same direction as whom was presumably the leader. The captain took note of the matter, but for the sake of relics would let it slide for now.
  3. TheRelicOfOwls

    The Gemini Mirror {Artifact}

    The captain gives an understanding nod as the percentile is revealed. Then a chuckle at the bit about being lazy. "Thirty... a lot less than I thought it'd be, all things considered" he comes to a halt just as Amaranth does, standing at the woman's side while a quiet robed member approaches. Donovan's eyes, as always, absorbed the surroundings, noting the pale girl's words. At the entrance alone there were enough robes to make Hogwarts jealous, and even more within. A few kept to themselves, but the majority had turned eyes towards the entrance and onto the two arrivals. Their eyes pierced through the shadow of their hoods, dimly lit by whatever light made it's way into the ruins, or by the few candles held. Then as the nearest member spoke, Donovan would narrow his eyes. "Yeah sure, praise and all that. Actually I was wondering if there were any relics 'round here that I might be able to praise" a mocking smile curls on his lips, but he was more or less serious. Meanwhile he would be counting the cult figures he could see so far.
  4. TheRelicOfOwls

    The Gemini Mirror {Artifact}

    Donovan hummed at the explanation thoughtfully; his eyes stayed on the field, however. He was starting to understand just how truly apocalyptic this floating land was. The scope of the changed seemed greater and greater as they entered town. Eyes could be felt burning holes in his back. The pistol wouldn't be enough. "I've taken plenty of risks in my life, I'm sure another to the list won't make it any worse." his fleshy hand moved from the holster to his cutlass sheath. The hand guard was rather unusual looking, like an over sized revolver wheel. "Besides, if some magic can keep those cult folks from changing it could work for me too, aye?" with a quick tug his trusty blade is unsheathed and glimmers in the sunlight. In the polished reflection of the steel he can see the changed lurking in the shadows of alley-ways and beneath anything with a roof. Their eyes illuminated their position just enough to pick them out. "About how much of the island would you say has been converted by the way?" he asked while wondering if he had enough shells.
  5. TheRelicOfOwls

    The Gemini Mirror {Artifact}

    "Cracks in the mirror?" the burly man grumbled to himself with brows sliding toward one another. His attention was quickly grabbed by the girl's following question though, and he'd start with a huff before his sentence. "Don't insult my intelligence, little lady. I've seen AND entered more than my fair share of ruins. Unfortunately they only ever seem to hold rocks, and the occasional survivor willing to talk about another equally useless place." the words were spat like venom. His past endeavors didn't seem to bloom the desired fruit. After a sigh he'd gather himself enough to inquiry further on the island. "So these cult guys, why aren't they creatures like the others?" he spots one in the distance lurking around a corner just as he alludes to their existence; almost as if being called upon. Donovan only raises a brow for now, but his hand was steadily held to his holster.
  6. TheRelicOfOwls

    The Gemini Mirror {Artifact}

    The captain's eyes roll about his sockets like a hamster that lost footing in a wheel. "Figures. Them cult sorts always have somethin' to do with magic. Why can't they ever be a cult of warriors?!" with a disappointed grunt he throws a hand down to disregard the matter. Then with his brass claw he'd tap at the weapon beneath his cloak-worn-coat. The same pistol he had reached for earlier. "Lady here is all magical and what not herself. Never misses her target. Ever" dropping his head once reassuringly. "That and Kemosabe, but I didn't bring'em a vessel this time around" the clamp-hand raises to his mouth and he whispers: "sorry bud" It was only after his bragging session that he'd realize the words that crossed his ears. "So... you don't actually know?" and yet he followed her anyway.
  7. TheRelicOfOwls

    The Gemini Mirror {Artifact}

    "Posessed, eh?" The man's only good hand raises to his face to pet his chin in a reverie. "Alright then. Sounds like good lootin' to me. I'm in" pausing only for a moment to realize he knew nothing about these cults, their range of influence or power, or anything for that matter. His eyes narrowed and brows ran toward one another in a pinch. "I'm sure I can take 'em... but just to be sure: what are these folks all about? What uh..." searching for the word. "What's their angle, they all nut jobs who think they're magic? Are they actually magic? Bald headed maybe? Wear cloaks and carry torches, that sorta thing?" As Donovan pondered more ridiculously generic possibilities, he'd also give a curious look to the artifact before him. One which even from the corner of his socket held a level of mischievousness that remained enigmatic. He was up to something, though, and he was hardly able to hide it.
  8. TheRelicOfOwls

    The Gemini Mirror {Artifact}

    Donovan chuckles at the artifact's response while his fleshy hand rushed to stifle the fit. Too little too late. A few more nearly mocking laughs would slip through before they turned to coughs through a fist, and finally a moment of silence. "Didjya expect a courteous piece-o-shit noble's attitude outta me? I'm a pirate, short stuff. I'm just here fer a bit of magical loot" he waves her insults away with a quickly melting smile; despite his snide attitude he held a distrusting gaze towards the town. Then the girl spoke again. "Ruins - alright" he'd start as she listed out the island's features. "Eh. Cults, slavers" he'd comment again, but his tone was flat. "Relics..." His voice fades into contemplation. "What sorta relics?" Feet picking up pace to catch back up to the porcelain woman.
  9. TheRelicOfOwls

    The Gemini Mirror {Artifact}

    "Yeah, well you had a lot of questions" The burly man returned dismissively while walking further inland. A single raised brow, and lowered lids held all his disbelief in the porcelain one's words. As he strode from wooden planks, through a brief patch of grass, and onto cobble his fiery brown hues calmly picked over the exterior of any nearby buildings. Then a squint. Donovan's hand shaped into a soft L as it lowered towards a holster beneath his cloak worn coat. The index wrapped around the trigger just enough for a metalic creak to be heard. "Well of course not instantly, I'd say maybe a week, minimum, to make a safe craft. Three days if it's another damn basket" he grins, releasing his grip from the flint lock. He'd turn back to the artifact now, having walked near the edge of town by the looks of it. "So what's there to enjoy in a place that's oh so dangerous, hmm?"
  10. TheRelicOfOwls

    The Gemini Mirror {Artifact}

    The Captain's hopeful grin melts into a contrasting form; A visual of his hopes in that moment. He steps off the creaking planks of the docks with his shadow in tow. Even that silhouette painted on the ground seemed eager to jump from the floating islands now that the unfortunate news was heard. "All that effort" his head drops and releases a sigh. Then, the porcelain woman spoke further. Apparently she did, in fact, have some sort of power. Just the mention of soldiers yanked Donovan's attention back so fast his irises threatened to leap from their rightful position. "woah woah woah. You said you had no powers, right? Transforming folks sounds like one hell of a power to me" the smile returns to his lips, but in a more mischievous form. He also now realized there would be no returning to the surface for a while. Without his flying dingy, he was stranded until he could rig up another. Bright brown hues would be pinned to the ground as the cogs turned in his mind, fueling the idea factory that was his imagination. "Well, I suppose I'm stuck here anyway. And you're right: I can't exactly leave yet. I might as well find out what you're capable of while I look around for parts. I've got nowhere to be in a hurry anyway"
  11. TheRelicOfOwls

    The Gemini Mirror {Artifact}

    The Captain would catch the inquiry just as he edged along the docks, looking downward where scant clouds veiled the land from which he came. After an inward hiss and sigh his amber eyes would turn back to the artifact. "Well the plan was to snatch the mirror from wherever it was hidden and hop right back out, but seeing as you're something walkin' and breathin' the plan's changed a bit..." His gaze returns to the under-sky. "I also didn't think everythin' through" said with a lift and drop of his broad shoulders. "We'll need to find a way back down." Heavy boot steps pull him back to the girl after he's concluded most of his thoughts. He only had one question to follow: "So what ya good for anyhow? Got any... super powers are somethin'?"
  12. TheRelicOfOwls

    The Gemini Mirror {Artifact}

    The Captain would stand still and patient while the girl kept thoughts locked to their self. His eyes would glide left and right as a gust carried the awkwardness in the form of a whistle. It was a little too quiet for his liking. Thankfully, they spoke just as Donovan's jaw dropped to offer a confused hum. "Wait, you're the mirror?" his forehead compressed into several aged lines. The brass appendage at his side would raise to the scruff on his chin and tap a few times curiously "Now that just don't make a lick'a sense" Then a shrug. "Alright, then. Lets go" the large torso turns, and he beckons the porcelain woman with his good arm.
  13. TheRelicOfOwls

    The Gemini Mirror {Artifact}

    Donovan dismisses both the insult, and the warning with an uncomfortable roll of the shoulders. "Everything is dangerous these days, lady. There's giant squids in the sea, little red winged fucks stealing babies on land, rabid squirrels in pantries. What's so bad about this place, huh?" Then he juts a finger skyward. "Oh, and by the way, there's often a fine line between dumb and genius - I just fall off the line sometimes." After his short retort he'd peek at the land behind her through squinted eyes. "So where's this mirror deal-thingy suppose to be anyhow?"
  14. TheRelicOfOwls

    The Gemini Mirror {Artifact}

    Donovan swiveled his neck with a wince as he propped himself on a knee. He could see the pale, pink-haired figure before him, but her lips carried no sound. Unless it was her creating the ungodly screech echoing in his skull. Behind The Captain lay a grave of propane tank peels; All were rusted on one side, and green on the other. Various tethers of the flying dingy scattered across the docks, and the stitched balloon had just been taken by a recent gust of wind. So long. With another crane of his head and pop of bone he'd raise his brows curiously, leaning an ear the stranger's way. "What was that?" Before getting a response he would push off his leg, and rise to his full height. To her, he was a mountain with dust clouds for effect. To him, she was just... "Yer a funny lookin' one ain't ya?"
  15. TheRelicOfOwls

    The Gemini Mirror {Artifact}

    The fluttering of fabric echoed between the levitating isles as a hodge-podge stitching of sails rose above the floating land masses. Soon after, an abominable fusion between lantern and propane tank could be seen, billowing orange into the patchy balloon. Finally there was a man. He sat in something wooden, barely large enough to hold his six foot frame. The side read "Laundry" as well as "Property of the Leaky Inn" on a metal plaque. Clearly Scrapjaw thought of how to reach Val Cruxia, but his rig held no means of landing. That meant yet another stage of improvisation was afoot. Sure he could simply lower the flame, cut some weight, or even just jump - that's just boring though. No. Instead, Donovan lifted the poorly soldered fuel source and straddled it. Prepare for lift-off. What happened next was a bit of a blur. There were a sequence of sparks, a whistle, a crack, and black. Now... there was smoke, fire, a vaguely man-shaped crater, and three of everything. As Donovan surveyed the damage with crossed eyes he'd nod approvingly. "Not bad"
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