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Post by WEEGEE VIROTELLI on Apr 9, 2012 18:38:57 GMT -5
Weegee sighed, as he looked over the ocean, happy to be back in her comforting grasp once again. He was, in a sense, a captive, even though he was in no restraints, where could he run? Sure he could swim, but he had no reason to, this was a friendly journey to prove that he was being honest, about his origins, and his intents. He was glad that Igrath had brought along his katana as promised, he had missed his 'Mistress' in the time she had been parted from him.
The boat bobbed in the ocean, as a small isle came into view, dotted with the charred ruins of a metal building. The fisherman, whom Igrath had hired, laid anchor in shallower waters, allowing the two to get out into the knee deep ocean.
"Dear Children of the Sea, welcome unto me, the Isle of Ill-Fortune for all to see."
He began to mutter to himself an old chant he had heard drifting along the corridors of his old cell.
"Come and let us whisper, deep in your heart, of tales of treasures, just waiting to start. When four corners alight, in bright crimson red, the voices in your mind, shall rise from the dead. One for the good, one for the bad, one for the crazy, one for the sad. Alight the four torches and the world shall grin, deadly Isle of Ill-Fortune, most grim."
He sighed, a exhale that showed his dread of truly learning what happened to him, as he turned to speak to Igrath.
"Here we are. Let's get prepared, last time I was here I had to fend off some kind of wild animal inside. I'll go in first, if you want."
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Post by Igrath J. Indigo on Apr 9, 2012 20:25:59 GMT -5
The boat ride was not the most ideal, it was a small vessel and the waters were fairly rough that night. The Marine commodore was more prepared for the cold of the night this time, wearing a marine coat. It restricted his movements, yet he did not expect much trouble in some abandoned ruins. Before boarding the ship the serpent marine had been sure to search Mister Virotelli and removed a bit of wire from his person. The bronze around his own neck guarded against strangulation, but the fisherman who owned the boat had no such protection.
It was not long before they made shore and the trip was quiet, a pleasant quiet rather than that foreboding quiet that came before something truly terrible. When their boat landed Igrath paid the sailor and spoke to him while the suit wearing pirate spoke to himself. "Thank you for the ride here, ssstay in the area and we will ssssignal you when it isss time to be picked up." It was then that he disembarked and watched the seemingly insane man mutter to himself. The muttering soon ended and the man sighed before turning to speak with his warden, so to speak.
Wild animal, great so there was likely something potentially dangerous down in the facility. "I sssee, so there might be something of danger down there. Will you be able to properly defend yourssself without your weapon?" He did not plan on returning the sword to the man so easily, but he would judge how closely he walked to the man. This could be a good time to learn about the man's capabilities if all went the way he believe it could.
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Post by WEEGEE VIROTELLI on Apr 11, 2012 15:52:27 GMT -5
Weegee stood in the sand as he awaited the Serpentine individual's approach. His eyes were focused on the ruins before them, three pillars of metal, a shattered window embedded in a charred wall of steel, and the remains of what one would find in an office or laboratory, strewn across the isle, which, was no more than three hundred feet in area.
He listened to the man's words, his eyes still focused only on the building, a slight sense of dread raising the hair on the back of his neck. He was thankful none of the voices spoke when he came here, they never seemed to like this place.
"I'll be fine, I don't believe we'll have much to worry about. I found that rabid animal about three months ago or so, and, it was the only living thing here."
He wasn't kidding, sad to say, as the wind blew from the ruins to them. It carried with it, the unmistakable stench of decay and ash, as if, somehow, the rot had never went away. Weegee took his scarf and wrapped it around the bottom of his face, breathing in deeply of the cloth's homely smell.
"Well, standing around here won't do us any good. Follow me."
He started walking towards the ruins, his feet still perched in that awkward stance where he walked on the balls of his feet, the shifting of sand somehow nullified as he walked. The first floor of the building still had ash in the corners, piled there by the winds that visited frequently. He stepped over the blackened bones of what one could only hope was human, and hopefully, wasn't fresh.
The building, if it could be called that, spanned nearly all of the three hundred feet, as he lead the Marine to a hatch in the ground. Nothing stirred in the silence, save the sound of Igrath's walking, it was indeed eerie to be here once more.
"There should be materials for torches inside. Oil and cloth were always available."
He sighed, an audible sigh of dread.
"The next two floors are... different. Here is what seems like an explosion."
He paused, looking up from the door to Igrath.
"Inside, a massacre."
With that, he turned the handle of the hatch and broke the seal, a gust of fetid air accompanying the groaning of hinges. What would lay below, past the black darkness beyond the light? Weegee only hoped it would be nothing.
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Post by Igrath J. Indigo on Apr 11, 2012 18:18:31 GMT -5
So, it had only been one rabid animal and that had been the only living creature that had been there, no big deal. If there were a few more rabid animals the beasts would probably be half starved and easy enough to dispatch. The other man's sword was slung across his back and they began to head towards the facility. The ruins were large, nearly three hundred feet, and ash was everywhere. It was almost as if the building had exploded, but there didn't seem to be a safe here, not that one could have survived the condition this place was in. There had to be more to the building underground if they were going to find a safe of some kind.
As they walked the sound of his tail roll bones along beneath and something became startlingly apparent. The only noise came from his own walking and the dragging of his tail through the dust and ash. The man ahead of him seemed to give off no noise with his footsteps, that could be useful in the future. The silence was finally broken when he spoke of what would lay within, something needed, the elements to create torches. "Good, I don't have anything to sssee in the dark and my eyesss are bad enough asss isss."
When the hatch to the levels down below was opened a wave of air rank with the stench of fetid meat. The explosion may have claimed the levels above, but the levels below had been the subject of a massacre. Someone or something had killed a great many people three years ago, perhaps even sooner. Igrath entered the stink filled area and began searching, ripping cloth from some skeletal remains he searched for a branch or pipe to wrap it around. They would need torches to see after all.
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