07-02-2016, 12:00 AM
And there he went. Though she didn't quite think it was a good idea for the Sage to leave alone, she still had Issac to help heal, and a full group of people to care for. He'd be fine. After all, he had way more experience than she did in travel. Cinnibar could wait. For now, at the very least, she could wait.
"Miss Noodle. Issac needs you upstairs," Reed said from behind her, guitar strapped to his back, similar to her own. The sun was already setting; how long had she been here now? A few hours, maybe? She jolted, surprised by his sudden words. After a moment of settling herself, she nodded, and set off back towards the mansion. Reed stayed behind, watching over the water. Behind the fog that seemed to surround the beach, he noticed a dark figure with glowing red eyes.
"M-miss Noodle!" The guitarist turned, glancing sidelong toward the other.
"Yeah?" she asked, eyebrow raised slightly.
Another look, and the figure seemed to be gone. Maybe it was his imagination. Perhaps memories of the Boogeyman Murdoc seemed to hate so much. He sighed. "Nevermind, it's not important."
With a shrug, Noodle continued on, to the elevator. What could be so important that he needed her? Was he having a stroke or something? That wasn't good at all. The ride took a while, and it only increased her worrying. By the time it reached the bottom floor, she was bursting out and running up stairs.
A slam rang through the room, and Noodle was in the hurriedly-opened doorway, panting. "Issac... what's wrong?!"
He simply chuckled. "What prompted the rush?"
Oh. So he wasn't injured at all. Relieved, and also slightly annoyed that she had panicked, she stood straighter. "So, then what did you need me for?"
"You know he's not gonna last by himself, right?" he asked, knowing what her answer would be.
"...Yeah. I know. I have you guys to take care of, though. I can't leave you behind," came her reply. But, deep inside herself, she knew that he needed her help. The village could hold itself down, right?
"We'll be alright. I'll be alright. He may not be. Go on."
Dammit, she hated making bad judgement. She nodded, no longer saying anything.
"Go help him."
-
With a sigh, she entered her room, and started grabbing supplies as quickly as she could. A few changes of clothes, a book or two, her 3DS (don't tell anyone she was bringing it), her phone, and of course, her weapons and guitar. Satisfied with her packing, she strapped the backpack she had put it all in on, and headed back down to the beach.
The Stylo was parked near a dock, in its car form. That wouldn't be of any consequence, she could change it on the fly. She quickly leaned inside, making sure everything was ready. It was, of course. Without even a goodbye, she set off into the ocean, following the trail of this "humble sage".
A figure cloaked in darkness watched the shark-shaped submarine jet off toward an island that he personally wasn't aware of. Plastic Beach was unprotected. Now was his chance. He raised his arms, heralding the approach of jet fighters, two ghostly ships, and a hell of a lot of manpower, rather, ghost-power. Rain was falling...
...like rhinestones from the sky.
"Miss Noodle. Issac needs you upstairs," Reed said from behind her, guitar strapped to his back, similar to her own. The sun was already setting; how long had she been here now? A few hours, maybe? She jolted, surprised by his sudden words. After a moment of settling herself, she nodded, and set off back towards the mansion. Reed stayed behind, watching over the water. Behind the fog that seemed to surround the beach, he noticed a dark figure with glowing red eyes.
"M-miss Noodle!" The guitarist turned, glancing sidelong toward the other.
"Yeah?" she asked, eyebrow raised slightly.
Another look, and the figure seemed to be gone. Maybe it was his imagination. Perhaps memories of the Boogeyman Murdoc seemed to hate so much. He sighed. "Nevermind, it's not important."
With a shrug, Noodle continued on, to the elevator. What could be so important that he needed her? Was he having a stroke or something? That wasn't good at all. The ride took a while, and it only increased her worrying. By the time it reached the bottom floor, she was bursting out and running up stairs.
A slam rang through the room, and Noodle was in the hurriedly-opened doorway, panting. "Issac... what's wrong?!"
He simply chuckled. "What prompted the rush?"
Oh. So he wasn't injured at all. Relieved, and also slightly annoyed that she had panicked, she stood straighter. "So, then what did you need me for?"
"You know he's not gonna last by himself, right?" he asked, knowing what her answer would be.
"...Yeah. I know. I have you guys to take care of, though. I can't leave you behind," came her reply. But, deep inside herself, she knew that he needed her help. The village could hold itself down, right?
"We'll be alright. I'll be alright. He may not be. Go on."
Dammit, she hated making bad judgement. She nodded, no longer saying anything.
"Go help him."
-
With a sigh, she entered her room, and started grabbing supplies as quickly as she could. A few changes of clothes, a book or two, her 3DS (don't tell anyone she was bringing it), her phone, and of course, her weapons and guitar. Satisfied with her packing, she strapped the backpack she had put it all in on, and headed back down to the beach.
The Stylo was parked near a dock, in its car form. That wouldn't be of any consequence, she could change it on the fly. She quickly leaned inside, making sure everything was ready. It was, of course. Without even a goodbye, she set off into the ocean, following the trail of this "humble sage".
A figure cloaked in darkness watched the shark-shaped submarine jet off toward an island that he personally wasn't aware of. Plastic Beach was unprotected. Now was his chance. He raised his arms, heralding the approach of jet fighters, two ghostly ships, and a hell of a lot of manpower, rather, ghost-power. Rain was falling...
...like rhinestones from the sky.