02-11-2016, 07:12 PM
The gunsmith reached the cave entrance a few seconds before Lynch did, and was peeking inside by the time he had arrived. It was a refreshing change of pace from having to bear wind and snow blowing in his face.
The gunner kept behind the gangster, his hand sliding down to the holster containing his revolver as they moved inside. He flinched when Koal reignited his arm, casting the cavern in a reddish glow. As they walked inside, he used his opportunity to look around, taking in the details for later.
The cave's walls were colored blue, and they glowed as the gangster's lit arm brushed past them. On the roof, in a curved line from the sides of the cave to the entrance, were sets of white stalactites and smaller stalagmites, the stalactites continuously dripping water from their tips. The sound echoed around their temporary encampment as they paused, a short walking distance away from the entryway. The gunsmith twisted around to face the entrance, looking up towards the ceiling, checking it one last time.
He smiled upon hearing the orphan's sarcasm. He would've chuckled if it hadn't hit so close to home for himself.
Ballad's gaze reverted to Lynch as a loud thud reverberated around their abode, his jacket falling onto the floor. He had evidently walked a bit further on, finding a circular, reasonably flat stone surface that would serve as an adequate campground. He turned to look at the green man, a smile on his face as he heard the gunsmith approach. The smile faded away, however, as the needs of heat, and consequently, a campfire was of greater concern. The desperado silently knelt down, opening his palm, drawing a confused stare from the soldier. It wasn't until a spherical orb emerged, followed by a fireworks display worth of colors, did it occur to Ballad exactly what he was doing. He stood still, his right hand frozen in front of his face, shielding him from the blinding glow.
Shit... he's a prime too.
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The green man tipped the container forward, pouring a fair amount of wick onto the logs. Once he exhausted the supply of the substances inside the small watering pot, he set it down on the ground, the pot making a grating, clunking noise as it banged against the stone. Within another moment, he lightly brushed the edge of the container against the rock, sparks flying into the wood. The sparks instantly ignited the wick, a comfortably small fire rising from the logs.
Satisfied, the gunsmith slid his hands towards the campfire, the heat tickling his fingertips. He softly moaned, closing his eyes. He didn't know about his acquaintance, but being next to flames, feeling its warmth providing much-needed relief from the harshness of the world, brought great satisfaction that he couldn't imagine getting anywhere else. He frowned, reminding his mental partner of what exactly his thoughts on that was.
As Koal started to speak up, he reopened his eyes, staring at the kid as if he had been rudely interrupted. This scowl turned into a look of genuine curiosity as he continued to talk, nodding in a thoughtful manner. His interest, however, switched to a more contemplative expression as the explanation ended. He peered down into the campfire for a few moments before standing up, hands in his coat pockets and slogging towards the cave entrance. Upon getting near it, he leaned up against the side, the wind blowing snow in his face as he stared out into the world, quietly talking to himself.
"Well, SPB, what do you think?"
"After time was obtained to remember, I have more to tell you. What your friend states is verifiable."
He sighed, his eyes reverting to a solid white. "You once said there were dragons here. What are they like?"
A long pause. "Primarily docile."
"Primarily..."
"They are exceptions to the rule, virescent one."
His eyes switched from yellow back to white, blinking as if to create the change. He muttered some more, hoping his acquaintance was not close enough to hear.
"No. If we can awaken them, get their allegiance, then our plan could not fail."
"What are you proposing, inventor?"
"If ever we get the chance, we should have a word with these... dragons."
The gunner kept behind the gangster, his hand sliding down to the holster containing his revolver as they moved inside. He flinched when Koal reignited his arm, casting the cavern in a reddish glow. As they walked inside, he used his opportunity to look around, taking in the details for later.
The cave's walls were colored blue, and they glowed as the gangster's lit arm brushed past them. On the roof, in a curved line from the sides of the cave to the entrance, were sets of white stalactites and smaller stalagmites, the stalactites continuously dripping water from their tips. The sound echoed around their temporary encampment as they paused, a short walking distance away from the entryway. The gunsmith twisted around to face the entrance, looking up towards the ceiling, checking it one last time.
He smiled upon hearing the orphan's sarcasm. He would've chuckled if it hadn't hit so close to home for himself.
Ballad's gaze reverted to Lynch as a loud thud reverberated around their abode, his jacket falling onto the floor. He had evidently walked a bit further on, finding a circular, reasonably flat stone surface that would serve as an adequate campground. He turned to look at the green man, a smile on his face as he heard the gunsmith approach. The smile faded away, however, as the needs of heat, and consequently, a campfire was of greater concern. The desperado silently knelt down, opening his palm, drawing a confused stare from the soldier. It wasn't until a spherical orb emerged, followed by a fireworks display worth of colors, did it occur to Ballad exactly what he was doing. He stood still, his right hand frozen in front of his face, shielding him from the blinding glow.
Shit... he's a prime too.
------
The green man tipped the container forward, pouring a fair amount of wick onto the logs. Once he exhausted the supply of the substances inside the small watering pot, he set it down on the ground, the pot making a grating, clunking noise as it banged against the stone. Within another moment, he lightly brushed the edge of the container against the rock, sparks flying into the wood. The sparks instantly ignited the wick, a comfortably small fire rising from the logs.
Satisfied, the gunsmith slid his hands towards the campfire, the heat tickling his fingertips. He softly moaned, closing his eyes. He didn't know about his acquaintance, but being next to flames, feeling its warmth providing much-needed relief from the harshness of the world, brought great satisfaction that he couldn't imagine getting anywhere else. He frowned, reminding his mental partner of what exactly his thoughts on that was.
As Koal started to speak up, he reopened his eyes, staring at the kid as if he had been rudely interrupted. This scowl turned into a look of genuine curiosity as he continued to talk, nodding in a thoughtful manner. His interest, however, switched to a more contemplative expression as the explanation ended. He peered down into the campfire for a few moments before standing up, hands in his coat pockets and slogging towards the cave entrance. Upon getting near it, he leaned up against the side, the wind blowing snow in his face as he stared out into the world, quietly talking to himself.
"Well, SPB, what do you think?"
"After time was obtained to remember, I have more to tell you. What your friend states is verifiable."
He sighed, his eyes reverting to a solid white. "You once said there were dragons here. What are they like?"
A long pause. "Primarily docile."
"Primarily..."
"They are exceptions to the rule, virescent one."
His eyes switched from yellow back to white, blinking as if to create the change. He muttered some more, hoping his acquaintance was not close enough to hear.
"No. If we can awaken them, get their allegiance, then our plan could not fail."
"What are you proposing, inventor?"
"If ever we get the chance, we should have a word with these... dragons."
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