by portal2lbp2 » Wed Dec 16, 2015 5:39 pm
Zeph waited pensively, crammed inside the barrel.
...
There's something oddly charming about the darkness inside this Barrel...
wait...
Is this a metaphor? Nah.
If anything it's just the worst possible situation we could have devised to get onto the pirate ship. Like honestly. Even Jakubs Idea of illusion magic would of been preferable over this?
My, what a conundrum this scheme has played out to be. He shifted his position in the barrel, though he gained no more comfort from his new position.
...
Marvelous.
He lingered in the barrel awhile longer, holding his breath as the pirates loaded them onto the boat.
... Are we sailing right now... We better not be sailing right now... Ugh we're totally sailing right now.
As it would seem, Zeph's insomnia had caught the better of him- apparently a cramped, damp, and dark barrel is the perfect place for a nap.
The Time Is Nigh,
The protector will die.
As will those with the Black Eye.
Zeph's slumber was interrupted by the crashing of a large wave.
Ughhhh.... He sighed, groggily.
Whichever one of you is Zephyrus, Started a voice, with a hint of familiarity- Though something was different, something was lost. Emotion, the emotion In which Zeph's name is usually spoke, was gone. It was purely a name, as if that was all it had ever been.
Zephyrus?
The master has some instructions. You are to tell us when the amount of magic is enough to allow you to see spells before they are cast. We'll hopefully be long gone before then.
Zeph attempted to open the top of the barrel, but he seemed to of readjusted in his sleep, to a position from which he could not operate from.
He heaved a more-than-slightly annoyed sigh.
Zeph tried rattling the barrel once more, but to no avail nothing had happened.
He blew a small stream of air onto the walls of his wooden prison, charging it with just enough magical energy to create a reaction.
Céfiro Zeph whispered.
3...2...1 He counted down.
PSSSSH. A large gust of wind formed inside the barrel, creating a miniature swirling wooden hurricane.
Within moments, the amount of air that accumulated became too much for the small barrel, and it burst.
A cold wind, mixed with the tainted residue residing on the floor, splashed across the room as the gust of air dissipated.
Zeph used the outwardly expanding rush of air to momentarily keep in the air, as he prepared himself to land on the floor.
Once the wind gave out, he landed safely on the damp floor of the Pirate ships lower decks.
Zeph quickly reached up and ruffled his hair, before saluting and declaring Aye Aye, Captain Ferondir!
He wanted to make a comment on how Ferondir had addressed him as "Zephyrus" but decided it best to leave that out for now.
Instead, he initiated his Alternate Vision, and began scoping out the pirates- That was, until Amethyst noticed him.
Zeph, do you know any crazy magic spells to get the sword without the pirates knowing? In my experience, pirates have been... dangerous... to deal with.
Obviously, that's why they're called pirates, isn't it? Anyways, I've got a few in mind already. Zeph said, looking around at the auras of the pirates instead of at Amethyst.
He now looked over at Amethyst, though he didn't look directly at her eyes, instead, he observed the variations in her Aura. There was something different about it. It seemed, brittle... Unsaturated.
But who knows? Maybe we won't even need to use magic.
