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Time Stone: Acquiesce

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So many distractions and so little time to think.

Another prisoner who clearly called to her (unless by some fact of the nature of Xavier's species she didn't know about, he was female.), and she gave him a dry grimace--she? rescue him? She was a gruesome sight of ugly insect bites, sunburn and disgruntled misanthropy. She opened her mouth for a sharp retort when the ground shook beneath them and sand sprayed in less than graceful arcs.

Artamese recoiled and squeaked in fear. Simon's hackles raised and his impressively sharp and otherworldly teeth bared--but not at the ship--nor her savior Xavier. No--he was clearly antagonized by the strange prisoner, creeping with caution at his strange imprisonment. Artamese was bewildered that of all the things to set her companion off it was some guy. "Simon!" She went to call for him. He snapped and snarled, creeping closer. Artamese clapped Xavier on the shoulder, "Go with Fancy Pants I can manage!" After all--unlike most of the people currently surrounding her, Artamese didn't have a single drop of magic in her (only on her, technically). She was as mundane as they came--and that was an advantage on an island that heavily regulated and frowned at the use of magic. If nothing else, she could say she was a hostage to the Cambion and the orc in exchange for passage to Antigone. Was she confident in the words? Absolutely not! She tinkered, so naturally she'd have a vested interest in a city as technologically advanced as this one.

It was a dirty thought, but if it stood a chance of keeping her alive--and she wasn't leaving her dog. Right now Xartia's so-called Vampire Friend was giving them enough time to make their decisions. She chased after Simon, who still regarded Lee with deadly apprehension. She had never seen her Hellhound worked up over nobody, "Simon we really don't have time for this! Can you fight!?" She blurted out at the stranger, running her hands along the bars of his cage, fiendishly searching for a quick understanding of how its door worked. She wasn't even sure of the words that were coming out of her mouth--would it really come to a fight?! She studied and built things--she was not built for combat!

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mooon, Prew--are you or aren't you an artificer?" She murmured to herself--if only to try and convince herself this was a terrible idea, often glancing between her retreating comrades and the airship and studying the design of the cage. Rudimentary hinge pins. Artamese swiftly pulled her glasses out and slid them on, brushing a finger over the top of a finely cut quartz stone embedded into the frame.

Borrowed magic, that's what it really was. Artamese balled her fist and smacked it upward against the hinge, pulling the energy of the quartz to vibrate the pin out of place. The pin flew out from the top. She popped the pin out from the other side as well. She grabbed the cage's door and with a forceful yank pulled it off the hinges--and promptly tripped and fell, the door's weight, "BULLOCKS!" She grunted, feeling the weight of the door pressing down on her. The sand helped as she sank into it, but Simon's delirious fury towards the prisoner was reaching its apex, skirting around the cage, practically foaming at the mouth--as if waiting for the stranger to do something. "SIMON!" She bellowed--a tinge of desperation in her voice as she pushed the cage's door (who made these damned contraptions?!) off of her.

She winced at the pain of her leg, the muscles, tendons and bones still new and raw from Xartia's spell. Sand was caked to her wildly messy bun, her glasses askew on her nose. A habitual push up the nose to correct her vision and Artamese scrambled to her feet, glancing back at the spectacle as machine took on nature. The entire encampment was aware of the trouble now, as chaos erupted all around them, scrambling for cover, safety--or both.

Limping into the cage, Artamese furiously curled her fingers around the strangers shirt (She was certain at this point that Simon would bite this man's face off if he got any closer to her) and--on the tips of her toes, drew his impossibly tall form closer to her, seething with a snarl. "Lucky day!" She turned to drag him with her when her bad leg too the opportune moment to fail her. She tripped on the lip of the cage door she had removed and pulled the stranger with her with a startled cry.

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When the firing ceased, it was because the anomaly shifted before completely vanishing. Before the smoke and debris could even settle, boots decended from airship to ground. Units scattered upon the beach front to gather evidence, and to thoroughly investigate whether or not the threat had truly been neutralized. Inevitably, the wrecked ship would hold the most clues, in which anything more than mundane had likely been lost at sea already. Finding little to nothing, they ultimately collected the remains of the ghouls and secured them for transport to the lab for further inspection.

"Inform the Queen of our progress. Relay the order to the ground units to begin combing the area. Anyone nearby must be on foot. They can't get very far!"

"Sir yes sir!"

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Time passed, how much was an uncertainty, for the Cambion had been so engrossed in learning over the past several weeks that he simply failed to keep up with the passage of time beyond three or so weeks. Nigh his entire party had left his side, and yet he found temporary refuge with the Rebels it seemed. He heard some stories about the history of the island, as well as it's Queen. Of her absolute rule over the city, of just how ludicrous and advanced their tech was, even more than the famed Joran City. He found no promising leads on the Time Stone beyond the hunch that it was under lock and key with countless artifacts that the Warden of the Prison seemed to keep in a private museum of some sort; In the prison itself for safe keeping and within the Queen's rule and protection! However, he did learn something valuable about the varying loci even here compared to the rest of Genesaris. He'd learned why his prowess waned even more here than it did on some other worlds he'd occupied in the Material Plane.

The foreign value of his magics apparently flagged itself as such to the loci of this world. While results vary between lands and proximity to magnetic poles, it would seem that like an immune response to a virus, it sought to extinguish his arcana. For that purpose he'd spent the better part of the last two weeks traversing the island in search of the most available, proper ingredients to design a hopefully compatible wand in which to amplify his casting to levels he was more familiar with. Even after existing here for a couple years, he found immense joy that he still had new things to learn about this strange place. He also kept in mind that this wand even if it worked, would likely not work as well the further he went near or into an adverse loci.

"Thanks to her royal highness there isn't really any variety of mythical creatures to borrow materials from...I doubt the rebels would agree with me taking a bone from one of their limbs, even the deceased."

Still it wasn't out of the question for him. After all, Xartia had done much, much worse in his past. Whether it was grave robbing or assault, or even attempted murder, this Magician always had the willingness to take things just as far as he needed to in order to meet the ends he desired. In such a train of though, he weighed three new options to meet his ultimate ends of coming to this island, in which all had terrible endings involved for anyone involved. That is, unless he succeeded in retrieving the Time Stone. 

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