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"There's a coldness in the air tonight... You sure you are good to do this... Aren't your joints aching?" Janessa spoke, her attempt at a level tone failing to hide the amusement she felt seeing her captain standing on the edge of the building.
"I feel that is a crack at my age..." Gavin replied in a rather flat tone despite stretching his limbs out at that moment. There was a stiffness to his body he was still working out despite the time he spent being reacquainted with his body.
"You sure you want to do this... You do not have to go... " His first mate spoke, her voice softer revealing that beneath the blanket of humor she was actually worried.
"... I lost a lot.... These last few months.... They have been rough... It's about time I take the wheel of my ship again... Tonight, I sail forward." He replied, his darken gaze looking to the streets below. Despite the time of the night and the dropping in temperature, carriages still flooded the larger streets and the many races that flooded Allira all walked about, their own stories to tell.
"You're seriously going to use a ship analogy... When you have neglected your own ship and crew... The Roci needs a captain..." Janessa argued.
"She has one... A daring lass who has kept her running. Doing a far better job then the last bloke mind you." Gavin countered with a grin.
"Can't blame me for trying... Just.. Be careful tonight.. We do not even know if this threat on the nobleman is legit or not..." She balled her fist, wanting to stop him from going but knowing she couldn't.
"Which is why I have to go... Drendor has been left alone to do as he pleases... It's about time I seek him out for everything he's done... Don't worry... I get banged up I know who to see." Gavin said as he peered over the edge.
"Well then... Happy huntin cap'n." Janessa saw him off.
With a cheeky wave of his hand, he said goodbye without facing her and leapt from the building edge. The rush of wind tore at his dark leather coat sending the ends to flap loudly in the wind. He smiled wildly as the familiar rush of moving with his body filled his mind and he was reminded of times long past. Times where he was strengthen by a wonderous magic gifted to him from a dying friend. Those times had passed now... And he had been stripped of that magic.
Yet in it's place he found a new strength to call his own. A new sword to use in the darkness. One of darkness.
As the ground rushed up he could feel his body flooding, not with the dread of impact but with the flow of mana. That mana gave way to darkness and his body was swallowed by shadow and as the screaming tattered ends of his coat gave cause for those below to look up in wonder he was gone....
And appearing on the roof of the building across, the inky blackness which swallowed him pooling at his feet as he stepped forth out of the shadows. And then it travelled up his body and collected in the empty socket where his eye had once been. The eye which had been robbed from him.
"Alright... Not off to a bad start..." He said in a very optimistic tone.
If only he knew how the rest of his night would go... If only he knew.
"I feel that is a crack at my age..." Gavin replied in a rather flat tone despite stretching his limbs out at that moment. There was a stiffness to his body he was still working out despite the time he spent being reacquainted with his body.
"You sure you want to do this... You do not have to go... " His first mate spoke, her voice softer revealing that beneath the blanket of humor she was actually worried.
"... I lost a lot.... These last few months.... They have been rough... It's about time I take the wheel of my ship again... Tonight, I sail forward." He replied, his darken gaze looking to the streets below. Despite the time of the night and the dropping in temperature, carriages still flooded the larger streets and the many races that flooded Allira all walked about, their own stories to tell.
"You're seriously going to use a ship analogy... When you have neglected your own ship and crew... The Roci needs a captain..." Janessa argued.
"She has one... A daring lass who has kept her running. Doing a far better job then the last bloke mind you." Gavin countered with a grin.
"Can't blame me for trying... Just.. Be careful tonight.. We do not even know if this threat on the nobleman is legit or not..." She balled her fist, wanting to stop him from going but knowing she couldn't.
"Which is why I have to go... Drendor has been left alone to do as he pleases... It's about time I seek him out for everything he's done... Don't worry... I get banged up I know who to see." Gavin said as he peered over the edge.
"Well then... Happy huntin cap'n." Janessa saw him off.
With a cheeky wave of his hand, he said goodbye without facing her and leapt from the building edge. The rush of wind tore at his dark leather coat sending the ends to flap loudly in the wind. He smiled wildly as the familiar rush of moving with his body filled his mind and he was reminded of times long past. Times where he was strengthen by a wonderous magic gifted to him from a dying friend. Those times had passed now... And he had been stripped of that magic.
Yet in it's place he found a new strength to call his own. A new sword to use in the darkness. One of darkness.
As the ground rushed up he could feel his body flooding, not with the dread of impact but with the flow of mana. That mana gave way to darkness and his body was swallowed by shadow and as the screaming tattered ends of his coat gave cause for those below to look up in wonder he was gone....
And appearing on the roof of the building across, the inky blackness which swallowed him pooling at his feet as he stepped forth out of the shadows. And then it travelled up his body and collected in the empty socket where his eye had once been. The eye which had been robbed from him.
"Alright... Not off to a bad start..." He said in a very optimistic tone.
If only he knew how the rest of his night would go... If only he knew.