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Perchance to Dream

“Not bad. You’re close. At least, closer than the ‘balance between light and dark’ idea. I believe when people refer to ‘twilight’ in this case, they’re more worried about the sun continuing to set. Remember what happened to Medeis? To her domain? The fear is that the same will happen to Lar, to Dia, to any other god.”

Some affirmation in the case of this thought, Kitt did seem a bit glad he was on the right track on this. Then again, this also worried the Forge Dog, given the fact of...yeah this was about close and right...meaning things were getting worse from the sounds of it.

Of course after that, he sat quietly and listened to Flynt give his speech and prayer to Dies. It always surprised him on how eloquent he spoke when doing something like this, but then again, he was a Watchdog for Taros for even as long as he was living.

“I am open to notes,”

"I'm afraid I can't offer much in the area of proofreading your speech there, Flynt." Kitt smiled, shrugging slightly. "Still, definitely seems like you still have it."

"I know what I'm going to give him. In the meantime, I'm going to do some investigating of my own. If Corpus is destined to crumble because its people do not practice faith, then there has to be a reason as to why. I'd like to discover what is keeping them from offering a proper prayer. I'll start with the closest altar. Gentlemen. I hope to have some news for you soon."

The heavy pat on his back from his compatriot surprised him, but nevertheless, Kitt watched Hinder's Watchdog leave. He was planning to do the same, but...he stopped. He too was planning to leave to start his own investigation, probably going to speak to Eilis or even Jones himself. One of them had to know something...but he paused and just watched Olivander leave...now being alone with Flynt once more.

He slowly turned towards his mentor and sighed. "Flynt...I want to ask you something." he began, his face slowly going from composed to being a bit worried. "I no doubt assume you read the effects that word of power had in my book. I need to speak to someone...someone who knows personally of my history."

Kitt paused, definitely looking at Flynt with all seriousness in his eyes. "I saw what had become of them...and I was sickened by it. They...resembled me. I don't know how or why...but when I stared at them, all I could see was me." he sighed, running his hands through his hair. "And I woke up today with a nightmare. ...a void...then a garden full of stone dolls...lifeless and hollow. And the words spoken...I swore they were spoken by Taros...but in the end of the nightmare...I was held down by these dolls while a lifeless version of me went for the throat." Kitt now could be seen trembling at the sheer thought of it. "Flynt, you've been a Watchdog of Taros long before me...and you, along with my father and my creator, are the only ones who know of my true history of how I came to be. I need you to tell me...what does this mean?"

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Breadcrumb Trail

It took Eilis a while to get out of Headman Jones’ house. The initial premise of “getting the feed recipe from Brigitte” slowly turned into “making a batch together” which itself took a bit longer than expected as Brigitte had to scrutinize both the ingredients as well as each and every step in the process. Not that Eilis minded, of course. In fact, it was Brigitte’s no-nonsense and methodical approach that probably made the feed stand out as it had.

For the same reasons, Brigitte was also just better company than Flynt or whatever stranger he had paraded around with him. “I hope learning all this doesn’t mean you’re not going to visit anymore,” she said, and Eilis couldn’t have shaken her head harder if she tried. They even set a tea date just between them for the next week, and they chatted a little bit longer as Eilis was on her way out the door.

Her first stop upon leaving was not back to her home at the outskirts of the village; she had to make a quick stop at the altar first and share in her new bounty. Brigitte had even supplied her with an extra, smaller, bag for the purpose. As she lugged both up to the shrine, she saw there was another person there, another stranger she hadn’t seen before. They weren’t so much praying as pacing around fuming, and she tried to keep her distance as she placed her offering on the altar, clapped her hands together, and intoned a small prayer to Messis.

Still, she didn’t want to be rude by just leaving the stranger behind in their incensed state. When her prayer was finished, she turned and said, “Um, who were you praying to, then?”


I Believe In You

Flynt grew quite serious in a way that he hadn’t yet been since the two watchdogs arrived on the island, and only grew even more so as Kitt described his dream to him. He clearly would have liked to say “I’m not a dream expert,” like he had before, or chiding Kitt again about his brush with a word of power that probably inspired it, but neither of those would be productive and Flynt knew that.

Instead, he went with this: “It sounds like you are concerned about your soul,” he said. “It sounds like you are concerned that, should you ever fail in your duties, not just your life, but your promised eternity would be forfeit. If I were to guess, this fear was always there, what these statues have done is bring it to the forefront. Now, I cannot understand your unique situation -- those feelings are yours and yours alone -- but would you believe that almost every watchdog questions their worth? We are mortal, Kitt. We do not succeed at every task. Even someone forged by Taros’ hand.” He smiled. “Even me.”

He got up to refill Kitt’s water and urged him to drink. “Kitt, listen to me, even if for some gods-forsaken reason you ever forget me or your opinion of me ever diminishes, I want you to remember these words: You are alive and living now. As long as you are alive, things can change. You can always make things better. The road may be long and arduous, but it is always possible.”


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Subtitles are formative post-rock songs, "Breadcrumb Trail" is by Slint and "I Believe In You" is by Talk Talk

It's been a bit since I've had to split this section up, haha. I guess we'll go in order:

Olive: Moved Eilis over because you seemed like you were searching for someone to interact with and she's available. Pretty simple, I think. Let me know if you need any lines from her, obviously. Otherwise, I'm interested to see what happens here.

Kitt: I probably could keep going if you or Kitt wanted it, but ending the post with the key advice, the thing you really ought to remember, seemed like the best way to get you to hold onto it, so I did that. It's also, you know, not the worst ending point for the conversation if you decide to go back to Jones or whoever (I realize I snatched that Eilis option away from you).

When you feel like you've exhausted your adventures for the day, let me know and we can move to the evening. Gotta eat that pheasant that Flynt promised, after all.

-r

 

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Still Fuming

Olivander had gotten so caught up in his frustration with Corpus that he didn't notice someone slide past him to pray at the altar. Only when she addressed him did Olivander realize she was there.

“Um, who were you praying to, then?” she asked.

"Hmm? Oh, excuse me. Pardon my intrusion. I am a servant and watchdog to my lord Hinder. I'm here on a mission, you see," Olivander explained. "Only recently, I realized it may be that I need to restore faith and fellowship to the gods. And from my very brief investigation of Corpus, it seems I have a lot of work to do." Olivander sighed again, examining the town center. "Could you tell me, who is it that you pray to? And do you know who Corpus serves?"

He had a suspicion that she would mention lady Dies, but he wanted to hear it from this patron directly. "I think I should take a sample of the townsfolk here. There are no temples to be found, and this altar is not nearly enough. I'll also need to speak with the authorities of Corpus. We should begin working immediately if Corpus is to survive much longer."

Less they face a fate worse than death. To be so stoic that you turn to stone was not ideal.

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Taros' Will

Silence filled the room as Kitt's dream explanation to Flynt still hung in the air, lingering. He wasn't looking for an interpretation, but he just needed to talk to someone about this dream and what he saw on Galatea...he needed reassurance if anything. The silence didn't fill him with too much of it, unfortunately, but he remained silent as he waited for his mentor to speak.

Finally...he did...

“It sounds like you are concerned that, should you ever fail in your duties, not just your life, but your promised eternity would be forfeit. If I were to guess, this fear was always there, what these statues have done is bring it to the forefront. Now, I cannot understand your unique situation -- those feelings are yours and yours alone -- but would you believe that almost every watchdog questions their worth? We are mortal, Kitt. We do not succeed at every task. Even someone forged by Taros’ hand. Even me.”

Kitt, still silent, watched Flynt pour him more water and encouraged him to drink. Must've been obvious that he was quite worse for wares if he needed to be urged to drink. The young Watchdog nodded, taking the cup and slowly nursing the water. It somewhat calmed him down...not much but it did what it could.

“Kitt, listen to me, even if for some gods-forsaken reason you ever forget me or your opinion of me ever diminishes, I want you to remember these words: You are alive and living now. As long as you are alive, things can change. You can always make things better. The road may be long and arduous, but it is always possible.”

He looked at Flynt, really taking into consideration the words of his mentor. His eyes slowly dragged down towards the cup of water he held in his hand, and for a moment, he could've sworn he saw the water shift slightly into a small glyph he knew all too well: the mark of Taros. Alas, as he blinked, it was gone almost immediately as it seemed to appear. He closed his eyes for a moment...a small smile appearing on his face for nearly an instant. ...even now...retired from the work of Taros...and just like you did when I first set off on my journey as the Forge Master's Watchdog, you've just given me encouragement.

Thus...his mind went back to that fateful day...


BGM

The day had come... Kitt was packed with his supplies and money from Gaillard, his mortal father, for the day he would fulfill his destiny and duty as Watchdog. Bidding his father farewell, he made it to a temple that the Forgekeepers would spend their days here in Caminus, offering praises to Taros himself. There he bid the Forgekeepers farewell, who in turn blessed him with good fortune and for the young prodigy to be accurately prepared for his journey. Kitt turned to leave, passing an old seasoned Dog on his way past the temple's threshold, as he just stood there in his armor with his arms crossed leaned up against the doorway.

"So, it's that time, eh kid?"

"After the years you spent training me, you still won't even use my name?" Kitt flashed a grin, rolling his eyes. "But yes sir, it seems the Lord of Ironworks has deemed me worthy to finally do what he needs me to do. And I wouldn't have gotten this far without your help, Master Flynt."

Flynt waved his hand dismissively. "Knock the 'master' shit out...told you that on multiple occasions." he said, glancing at Kitt with a sigh. "You truly have grown. And to think, you were just terrible at the start of our training." The seasoned Watchdog moved and placed his hand on Kitt's shoulder before sighing and giving him a proud look and a smile. "You'll make Taros proud, of that I'm certain. Listen to me, no matter what you do...you keep your ears and heart tuned with Taros. Never doubt Taros or his guidance...always follow the Forge Master."

Kitt nodded firmly, giving another grin. "Yes sir Mas-...I mean...yes sir, Flynt."

This gave Flynt pause before he chuckled. "Then get on out of here...you've got the world to explore. Make us all proud, Kitt."


Slowly Kitt's eyes opened as a smile began to form on his face. "Never doubt Taros or his guidance...and always follow the Forge Master." he muttered softly to himself. He put the cup of water down on the table as he finally stood up. "...I may not know the reasons things happen, but a wise teacher I had said to never doubt Taros or his guidance. And I'm sure he guided me here...just to meet you again and hear this."

He bowed slightly, before walking past Flynt and immediately putting his hand on the old man's shoulder. "Thank you Flynt...you always were a fount of wisdom." he gave a slight chuckle. "And here I thought old dogs couldn't learn new tricks. But rest assured, old man...I don't think I could ever forget you...even if I tried." Kitt gave a smile before patting his mentor's shoulder. "I'll be back later. I want to do what I can to help this island." With that, with a newfound determination and even steeled resolve, Kitt walked out of Flynt's hut and made his way back in the direction of Old Man Jones' place.

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Pray With Me

The question was a bit hard to follow, especially when they kept going without her really answering any of it, but Eilis did eventually get an opportunity to respond before she completely forgot what she was supposed to respond to. Some part of her didn’t even want to respond at all! But the man had introduced himself as a watchdog, and there wasn’t any reason she could see to doubt him, so she quickly suppressed that part of herself.

“Um, I was praying to Messis just now,” she said. “I think if you asked most people around here they’d probably say something like that, especially the farmers, which is most of us. That doesn’t mean we don’t recognize other areas of the pantheon, of course. Lar, both Dia and her sister, Nuumu on those unfortunate occasions when we need to pray especially to him. Flynt, I think, served Taros before, too. I admit I haven’t personally called upon Hinder for anything if that’s what you’re after. What did you mean ‘who does Corpus serve?’”

“Well,” they said, slowly, “I'm looking for whoever leads the people of Corpus. Who do they serve? Is it Flynt? Perhaps someone else? I would need them to explain to me why there are no dedicated temples to the gods. This altar,” he said as he gestured toward it, “it’s not enough. It does not present to the gods a worthy prayer. There should be a temple for every god you pray to. A dedicated place for them to receive their rightful prayers, and only theirs. An altar that serves many gods can leave some... envious, I fear. That would, in turn, cause their influence here to wane.”

Eilis didn’t really know much about the gods other than how she was supposed to pray to them, but that was what dogs were for, she supposed. If this one said it was a problem, it probably was. Even still, “Well, my personal apologies to Hinder, I suppose,” came tumbling out of their mouth. “I don’t think anyone on Corpus has ever prayed to him. But I guess if you’re looking for a leader it’s either Old Man Jones or Flynt like you said.”


This Old House

The creaks in the floorboards above her head was signifier enough to Brigitte that Jones was ready for his lunch. She’d prepared a hearty assortment of bread and fruit and, as a treat, a little of that cheese she’d gotten from a merchant just the other day. It was a little strange, how she felt like she’d had it for months and it had never gone bad, but when she thought about it, it hadn’t really been all that long, and then the feeling passed.

She made sure it was all nice and set up on the board, then slowly made her way up to the upper bedroom. “How is the kingdom?” she said as she entered, meaning it both in a teasing way and genuine curiosity.

Jones’ initial response was a grunt, though he did shift his lap over to allow the board to be placed on top. His actual response was almost equally as terse. “Storm’s not gonna hit the island,” he said, “but it’s not going away either. Bones’re acting up all the same.”

“Well, hopefully, your bones enjoy the meal,” Brigitte said, definitely more joking this time. She was about to pull up another chair and join him by the window but was interrupted by someone knocking at their front door. “Ah, well. I’ll go take care of this and be right back.”

“Come in,” Brigitte said at the top of the stairs, looking down at the entryway. “What do you need?”


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Subtitles are from Rick Astley's (yes that one) album, 50

You both are really on a "meeting up again" trajectory again, huh? I mean, I guess it's not clear where Olive's going, there's definitely more to Eilis' conversation if you want, but I'm leaving that to you. Not really much to say otherwise, just moving people around that needed to be moved and keeping up conversations that need to be kept up. I'm around if you need me in for either encounter.

Keep on keeping on,

-r

 

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Old Men, Frail Bones; Young Men, Backbone

Olivander sighed and brushed his chin gently before letting his hand fall limp at his side. He shook his head, almost feverishly, before addressing the young woman before him again. "I apologize. I realize this is quite sudden and I seem frantic," he said softly. "I believe Corpus is in grave danger. I'll need to reach Old Man Jones as soon as possible."

With an outstretched hand, he finally introduced himself properly. "My name is Olivander. Most everyone calls me Olive."

No awkward handshakes withstanding, Olivander would finally allow his chest to relax, completely unaware that he was holding his breath. "Might I ask that you escort me to see Old Man Jones? I realize I've already implied this, but the matter is incredibly urgent. I need to begin my work as soon as possible. And, furthermore, I'd like to thank you for your assistance. Is there anything Lord Hinder may provide for you? I would gladly speak with him and provide for you."

Strangely, this was not something Olivander was doing because of his attraction to this woman. Rather, she had suddenly become his route to saving Corpus. Granted, he could have alluded sooner that Flynt was in charge, but he also felt that Flynt was barely shuffling his feet. His hope was that this woman's simple task of answering his question and guiding him to Old Man Jones would in turn give Corpus a new hand to be dealt. He had always been one to give to the people, but this was a special case. And, if nothing else came of their interaction, perhaps a gift from Lord Hinder could create more faithful followers for the god of wealth.

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Investigation Start

The steeled resolve and determination Kitt felt upon leaving his mentor's home continued all the way towards Old Man Jones' abode, as he knocked on the door. He wasn't sure he'd get much out of the older gentleman, but perhaps what this man needed was an attentive listener...and Kitt seemed to fit the bill for that.

“Come in. What do you need?”

Kitt entered the domicile, clearing his throat some. "I'm sorry for the intrusion ma'am. Hopefully I didn't come in at a bad time." he said politely and respectfully, as he began to make his way up the stairs. "My name is Kitt Axton, I'm an acquaintance of Flynt...I was here earlier." He made his way up to the room and gave a slight bow to her and the window facing older gentleman. "I was hoping to talk to your husband for a moment or two. I was curious about some things, but unfortunately Flynt didn't give much insight into much about Corpus."

This was true...aside from the information that he garnered from Eilis' dream of a possible plague or pestilence coming to the island...but other than that? Nothing... And he needed at least some information about the island if he was to help it in some shape or form.

"I figured I'd learn a lot about this place if I came here to speak to the village leader. Cause from what I can tell, he seems quite wise...which is a good match to your beauty, ma'am." Kitt gave a soft smile, hopefully making the wife of Old Man Jones comfortable with that line. After all, she seemed a bit more calmer talking to Eilis when they were here earlier than talking to him or Flynt.

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Eilis

Eilis reciprocated the handshake well enough but hesitated on all the other things Olive was talking about. The first was going back to Old Man Jones’ house -- hadn’t she just come from there? And the offer to “provide for her” sounded to her ears like a proposition, and she was definitely unsure about that. But again, this was a watchdog! If he said it was important, surely he meant it, right? She had to say something!

She hefted her sack of feed up from its spot on the ground. “Well, um, I have to get this home, you understand, but Old Man Jones’ house is over that way.” She pointed to where she was talking about. “It’s the biggest house here if you get lost. As for the other thing you said, what Hinder can do for us -- er, me, I guess -- um, I would probably have to talk to my husband Grayson about that. I’m sorry, outside of keeping the island safe against the dream I’ve been having, I don’t think I can think of anything off the top of my head. Some of us on the island have ambitions, I guess I’m just not one of them.

“I’m sorry,” Eilis said again as she lugged her feed behind her away from the altar. “Excuse me.”


Brigitte

Brigitte gave Kitt a once-over, half irritated, half bemused at the interruption. “Well, you’re certainly related to Flynt somehow if you’re trying to flatter me like that,” she said. “Forgive me saying so, of course, but I think you watchdogs enjoy watching people agree to your every whim. He’s in here, of course -- we were just about to have lunch. Have you already eaten or were you expecting me to prepare something for you as well?”

Old Man Jones, meanwhile, was a bit more recalcitrant. “I already told Flynt no!” he shouted from his place by the window. “At least Flynt has the decency to know not to push it. She asked you a question. What are you doing here?”


David

Olive wasn’t left entirely alone once Eilis had left the altar (and its shelter). Only a scant few moments later, David came running up. The altar was basically a divider between the watchdog and the child, and David’s head barely poked over it, but he still craned his neck as far as he could to see over it. “I forgot earlier to thank you and then when I got home for lunch and told mom she said I should thank you,” he said. “So, um,” he took a breath and closed his eyes before letting out a clearly practiced phrase. “Thank you for getting Pfeifer to give me my coin back.”

He opened his eyes and waddled around the altar to face Olive directly. “Pfeifer’s doing okay by the way. He’s a lot better now after you talked to him, too. We were going to go see you together, ‘cause after this we’re gonna go play explorers but he said I should meet him there ‘cause he didn’t want to say something he wasn’t supposed to or, uh,” This time he took a breath because he was running out of it. “I don’t know actually what he said or anything, but yeah he’s pretty good. Anyway, um, that’s all I had to say, hope your praying’s going well.”


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Couldn't think of any cheeky subtitles to make and to go looking for them would have taken too much time and energy. Anyway, instead of splitting this up between characters, I figure it'd be easier to just go down the line section by section:

Eilis: Eilis is in contrast to Kevin here, who, if you remember was trying to save to get his ticket off the island. Between the two, for the record, Eilis is probably more what you'd expect for the island, having just enough to not be wanting. Maybe that bothers Olive? I dunno. Doesn't have to, just tossing ideas out there. Also, I know I'm supposed to "yes and" that sort of stuff, but she needed to make way for David.

Brigitte: Not much to say here. Probably should have DMed you to move the dialog along a bit more but I only thought of that a bit too late, sorry. I'll try to remember next time. Of course, I offer you the same opportunity if you'd rather that. I'll probably be free when you are.

David: This is about as much of a hook as you want it to be? Mostly I wanted to provide some amount of update on that plot lest it be totally forgotten but you can definitely still go to the Headman's house if you'd rather. Plus it's fun to write David's dialog, so sue me.

I think that's it? Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's all I have to say about that. Hope things are going well for both of you,

-r

 

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Bumpy Start

“Well, you’re certainly related to Flynt somehow if you’re trying to flatter me like that,”

"Was simply his student back when he was a Watchdog, ma'am...I suppose I learned a few things from the old man than just the sword and prayers to Taros." Kitt gave a smile, rubbing the back of his head some. He could tell she was a bit irritated at this point...he really did come at a bad time, didn't he?

“Forgive me saying so, of course, but I think you watchdogs enjoy watching people say agree to your every whim. He’s in here, of course -- we were just about to have lunch. Have you already eaten or were you expecting me to prepare something for you as well?”

Now this was...something he wasn't expecting to hear. Enjoy watching people agree to a Watchdog's every whim? That wasn't something he had thought of before, and it was completely not true in his general side of things. People had free will...otherwise they'd be just golems and dolls. A shiver ran up and down Kitt's spine when he thought this, but he immediately shook it off. He was planning to respond to Bridgette, but Old Man Jones spoke up first.

“I already told Flynt no! At least Flynt has the decency to know not to push it. She asked you a question. What are you doing here?”

"Y-Yes sir, sorry about that." Kitt said quickly. "Firstly, no ma'am, I already ate so you don't have to prepare anything for me. I honestly couldn't ask you to do that, it'd be rude." He then cleared his throat, now directing his attention to Old Man Jones. "As for what I'm doing here, sir. I'll start off by saying, me coming to you isn't anything regarding Flynt...I can see your a man of integrity and sticking strongly to your decisions, so whatever truly you and Flynt discussed, that's both none of my business nor a reason for me to attempt to sway your decision on anything. Again...from what I can see, your a man of integrity, one can't just sway you."

He paused before sighing a bit. "For me personally, I want to try an help the island the best I can. But in order to do that, I was hoping to learn about the island and it's history. You happen to be the village's leader, so I was hoping to possibly learn something from you about this island. However if I've come at a bad time or even assumed too much, please forgive my ignorance."

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Respect Your Elders

“Well, um, I have to get this home, you understand, but Old Man Jones’ house is over that way.”

The young woman pointed Olivander in the right direction, and that was a start. Perhaps he could get something done with Jones' help.

"Well, your help is certainly--"

“It’s the biggest house here if you get lost. As for the other thing you said, what Hinder can do for us -- er, me, I guess -- um, I would probably have to talk to my husband Grayson about that. I’m sorry, outside of keeping the island safe against the dream I’ve been having, I don’t think I can think of anything off the top of my head... "

What'd she just say? Keeping the island safe from her... dream? Damn it all. If only the other watchdog was still around. They could've been quite the help now. But as this woman was already in a rush to get home, Olivander decided it would be best not to pester her any further. She had already done him a great service.

“Excuse me," she said before scurrying off.

"I'll have to thank her properly later. I'll also have to ask her about her dream," Olivander said with a sigh. "Guess I'll go see the old man then-- oh. Oh, hi David," Olivander said as he turned around, hearing a welcomed, familiar voice.

“I forgot earlier to thank you and then when I got home for lunch and told mom she said I should thank you,” he said.

Olivander could only chuckle. "You needn't thank me. I was happy that I could help you. And its very apparent that your mother and you both have excellent manners. Those are good qualities to retain," he noted.

“So, um, Pfeifer’s doing okay by the way. He’s a lot better now after you talked to him, too," David mentioned.

"Well that's wonderful to hear. It must mean the two of you are getting along better than ever," Olivander replied.

"We were going to go see you together, ‘cause after this we’re gonna go play explorers but he said I should meet him there ‘cause he didn’t want to say something he wasn’t supposed to or, uh," David said in a hurry. He was already out of breath before he could get his answers together. But unfortunately, Olivander was holding on tightly to the last of David's words. Apparently Pfeifer was going to say something he shouldn't. That just made Olivander's predicament even worse.

“I don’t know actually what he said or anything, but yeah he’s pretty good. Anyway, um, that’s all I had to say, hope your praying’s going well," David said.

"Well thank you for allowing me to accompany you before. I'll catch up to you and Pfeifer soon," Olivander said, waving to David as he casually but hurriedly strolled toward Old Man Jones' house.

If Flynt had been telling Olivander the truth, and he left nothing out of his speech, then what word was Pfeifer hoping to hear? Perhaps Olivander was jumping to conclusions, assuming the boy knew anything of a word of power. But if Olivander was wrong, then both David and Pfeifer would be statues soon. What's more, could he afford to put off his visit with Old Man Jones any longer? Gods only knew how long it would be until Corpus' destruction became imminent. And there was so much to be done!

Olivander then made a decision. He stopped before reaching Old Man Jones' house and returned to the altar and offered a prayer to Lord Hinder.

"My Lord Hinder. I seek your guiding hand. I must make a great gamble with the lives of the people of Corpus. Lead me down the path that would save these people and bring them to worship at your feet." he thought silently, on his knees. He took a coin from his pocket and placed it gently on the altar, hoping that his prayer would reach his god. Now, Olivander would make his gamble:

"I have to see Jones," he said softly aloud to himself, grimacing as he did so. He could only hope that he had enough time to get back to David and Pfeifer to stop them from coming to any harm. He sprinted toward Jones' home, his eyes slightly aglow as he entered, quite literally, through the front door as he briefly made himself intangible until he reached the other side. He did not knock or wait for an answer.

"Jones!" he barked as he entered the domicile. "Jo-- oh. Oh, Kitt. Kitt! Oh. Pardon me miss. Watchdog business," Olivander said as he intruded on Jones' residence. He quickly grabbed Kitt by the shoulder and pulled him aside.

"I think my gamble may have paid off then," he whispered to himself briefly. "Kitt, I need your help. And I need your trust. I don't know what you're doing here, but there are two young lads who may be in danger. David and Pfeifer. I'm worried that they may have discovered a word of power, and you know more about the subject than I do. They're exploring the island, probably around a cove north of the village. Kitt," Olivander said with that same look in his eye as when he had slain a man in broad daylight, at the feet of the townsfolk. He was deathly serious.

"It's not something I can do. I need you to save them. Now."

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Civilization

Old Man Jones adjusted his grip on his cane and grunted. “Alright, since you asked so nicely. Bree, go grab another chair for our guest,” he said. To Kitt, he added, “I won’t be able to tell you everything, simply because I don’t know everything, but sure, I can share what I do.”

After everything had been set up, Jones began to speak in earnest. “Corpus was an island even before the world ended,” he said. “According to the legends, a young woman was fleeing a loveless marriage, she prayed to any god that would listen that she might escape her fate. It was Dia that took the most sympathy, and directed her to swim out to sea, where Dia might better protect her from her pursuers. When she was far enough from the shore, Corpus erupted out of the ocean and carried her away. We do not all trace our roots to her -- merchants and settlers of course came later -- but we do draw on that spirit, that will to determine our own fate. You’ve seen that, I’m sure, even in your short time here.

“In the same way, then, is why I do not entertain Flynt’s thoughts of fleeing. He is still an outsider in my eyes. He does not understand, perhaps refuses to understand this island’s way of thinking. For the same reasons, I would not expect to be able to convince him of it, nor you, unless you are truly as separated from him as you claim, which I must admit I find unlikely. 

“Just in case, though, I will tell you this:” Jones said, turning to face Kitt. “We will survive. Unless the entire island crumbles to dust, collapses into the void below, we will continue to survive.”

He continued, “Our recent struggles, too, such as a failing harvest, these have-” but before he could enlighten Kitt further, he was interrupted by a ruckus from downstairs.

“Jones! Jones! Oh, Kitt! Pardon me, miss, watchdog business.” It was the other dog, the one who Jones had seen at the altar just before Kitt had come in demanding an audience. He pulled Kitt aside and Jones couldn’t hear what was said after that. To be fair, he didn’t really want to.


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"Civilization" is a pretty generic name but I was thinking of the Justice song when I used it as a subtitle.

Pretty short, I mean, Olive is already calling Kitt away so it's not like I'm leaving you wanting for paths forward, but you know I had to drop that sick sick exposition in there before you went. I don't even think I'm going to say anything more here. I mean, you can consider what Jones has said, but that's pretty obvious. I could also say let me know if you need anything, but I always say that.

Stay healthy, stay safe

-r


 

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The History of Corpus

“Alright, since you asked so nicely. Bree, go grab another chair for our guest. I won’t be able to tell you everything, simply because I don’t know everything, but sure, I can share what I do.”

"Anything you can tell me about and explain is more than enough, sir." Kitt nodded, before thanking Bridgette for the chair that was presented. Once done, he pulled his notebook out and sat there attentively.

“Corpus was an island even before the world ended. According to the legends, a young woman was fleeing a loveless marriage, she prayed to any god that would listen that she might escape her fate. It was Dia that took the most sympathy, and directed her to swim out to sea, where Dia might better protect her from her pursuers. When she was far enough from the shore, Corpus erupted out of the ocean and carried her away. We do not all trace our roots to her -- merchants and settlers of course came later -- but we do draw on that spirit, that will to determine our own fate. You’ve seen that, I’m sure, even in your short time here."

Kitt was furiously writing down the keynotes and points as Old Man Jones was speaking. He did pause in his writing when he thought about this creation legend of Corpus, that Dia was simply the one deity that took the most sympathy towards the young woman. He figured that Taros wouldn't have done much in this vein, after all, since it didn't align with his wants and desires. Nevertheless, it was obvious that out of all the deities, the one that was the most prominent here would be Dia...but even still...why was the island still having it's issue?

“In the same way, then, is why I do not entertain Flynt’s thoughts of fleeing. He is still an outsider in my eyes. He does not understand, perhaps refuses to understand this island’s way of thinking. For the same reasons, I would not expect to be able to convince him of it, nor you, unless you are truly as separated from him as you claim, which I must admit I find unlikely. Just in case, though, I will tell you this: We will survive. Unless the entire island crumbles to dust, collapses into the void below, we will continue to survive."

Kitt's writing continued a bit, but paused yet again before looking at Old Man Jones with a strong determination in his eyes, and quite a fierceness...perhaps a twinge of seriousness. "Jones sir, I understand your hesitance in this situation and especially towards one who once was the mouthpiece of the gods." he said, already closing his notebook. "And truth be told, I admire you for your stance and unwillingness to move from your ideologies...everything. As I mentioned before, I am not one to sway you. In my general line of work for Taros or in this case...any Watchdog with their patron...we're only here to offer suggestions and solutions to the best of our abilities. We can't force someone to do things...after all...that is free will. If we were to simply force one to bow to the wills and demands of the gods...then all we'd be doing is setting up dolls and golems in order to do our patron's bidding...and from what I can see...that's not the case."

The young man exhaled slowly, nodding. "I understand your reasoning in this matter, given the legend of Corpus you recounted. Corpus emerged to protect and sustain the young woman, to allow her a better life to thrive in...to survive. And just from that, her people have embodied that spirit and will. So yes, unlike my mentor, I'm willing and able to understand the thinking of this island's people. I may not truly understand it...but I can comprehend it."

“Our recent struggles, too, such as a failing harvest, these have-”
"Jones! Jo-- oh. Oh, Kitt. Kitt! Oh. Pardon me miss. Watchdog business,"

An audible sigh could be heard escaping Kitt's lips as Olivander barged into the room. Talk about bad timing. He stood up and was immediately pulled aside by Olivander. When he was about to say something, the Watchdog of Hinder stopped him.

"Kitt, I need your help. And I need your trust. I don't know what you're doing here, but there are two young lads who may be in danger. David and Pfeifer. I'm worried that they may have discovered a word of power, and you know more about the subject than I do. They're exploring the island, probably around a cove north of the village. Kitt. It's not something I can do. I need you to save them. Now."

Kitt noticed the look in Olivander's eyes...and it shook him to the core for a moment. These were the very eyes he had when he slew Simon in broad daylight. It was serious then... With a nod, he turned back towards Jones. "I apologize Jones sir, ma'am...I'm afraid I'm being summoned to help with another matter." he put his notebook away and looked at Olivander. "Olive, your going to accompany me. We're going to allow them time to rest and actually enjoy their meal I ended up intruding on." He moved slightly and whispered. "I'll allow you to read the cliffnotes of what was told to me." With that, Kitt gave Old Man Jones a slight bow. "Thank you sir for the insight into Corpus as a whole. I hope we'll be able to assist in helping Corpus thrive and survive once again, just like it and it's people always do."

Not another word was spoken as Kitt now turned on his heel and walked out of the domicile of Old Man Jones, ushering Olivander out in the process. Once they were out, he tossed the Watchdog of Hinder his notebook. "The bookmarked section is what was presented...now, lead the way. And I may as well ask as well, what became of your half of the investigation?"

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Half in the Bag

"My half? I'll tell you of my half, Kitt," Olivander said as he snatched himself from Kitty's grip.

"I found that the relationship between Corpus and the gods is all but naught. In my brief time in the town's center, I saw a single woman offer a brief prayer to Messi's. And that was nearly all," he said with a huff. "There is not a single dedicated temple to the gods of their respective, individual domains, Kitt. And I don't know how young you are, but I'm sure even you know that gods are fickle."

Olivander's eyes flickered with golden light before returning to normal. He was agitated.

"Imagine, if you will, that we've taken all the people of Corpus and told them there was plenty of food to around," he began. "Then, we jam all the poor bastards into a cupboard. Every last one of them. It's total chaos inside, but they're all in one, single location. Savvy?"

Olivander was talking with his hands now, waving them about as he spoke.

"Then, just when you think things can't get worse, the cupboard is dark. And no one can tell who is who, or where the food is.

People begin to get anxious at that point," he went on, still clearly irritated. "Now you've got the people of Corpus fighting over what they can get their hands on. Crumbs even! Because there's just not enough room in that tiny fucking cupboard for the lot of them. But instead of more cupboards of food being built, the people of Corpus simply die," Olivander said, snapping his teeth together.

"They wilt and wither like a rose in the cold, until they are simply gone from the world."

Olivander finally folded his arms. "These people need to open more places of worship. Dedicated places of worship to individual gods. Or twilight will come. And soon," Olivander finished. He sighed and looked north, hoping that he wasn't too late.

"Don't bother," he said as he began running to David and Pfeiffer's hiding place. "I shouldn't have come to you."

Olivander was gone.

----

Treasure

Having returned at last to the cave from before, Olivander desperately called out for David and Pfeifer as he stood in it's hollow entrance.

"Boys!? David!? Pfeifer!? Where are you!?"

 

 

 

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Let Me Out...

Kitt stood there...now watching the Watchdog of Hinder walk off, standing there in stunned silence. What...just...happened?

"I found that the relationship between Corpus and the gods is all but naught. In my brief time in the town's center, I saw a single woman offer a brief prayer to Messi's. And that was nearly all. There is not a single dedicated temple to the gods of their respective, individual domains, Kitt. And I don't know how young you are, but I'm sure even you know that gods are fickle."

No temples...no altars...could that be a reason? Or rather...THE defining reason?

"Imagine, if you will, that we've taken all the people of Corpus and told them there was plenty of food to around. Then, we jam all the poor bastards into a cupboard. Every last one of them. It's total chaos inside, but they're all in one, single location. Savvy? Then, just when you think things can't get worse, the cupboard is dark. And no one can tell who is who, or where the food is. People begin to get anxious at that point. Now you've got the people of Corpus fighting over what they can get their hands on. Crumbs even! Because there's just not enough room in that tiny fucking cupboard for the lot of them. But instead of more cupboards of food being built, the people of Corpus simply die,"

His fists began to clench tightly as he had these words ring in his ear more...

"They wilt and wither like a rose in the cold, until they are simply gone from the world. These people need to open more places of worship. Dedicated places of worship to individual gods. Or twilight will come. And soon"

His fists were now trembling greatly, now seeing Olivander just fade from view. And then...the last sentence he spoke rang true in his ears...

"Don't bother. I shouldn't have come to you."

"Oh no...ooooooooh no." Kitt's teeth began to grit and grind together as he shook his head. "No. You don't get to just say that and walk off...I'm not the same person you saw at Galatea Olive...and I refuse to be talked down in such a manner." He began to take one step forward, anger and rage starting to take over...but he paused. A long, deep breath escaped his lips and nose as he didn't take another step...

...No, That's Not What We Do

"...no...don't give in to such an emotion right now. Lest you lash out at him...and those around him...which would be those two children." Every fiber of his being was screaming to go after Olivander and tell him off, to deal with this...but at the same time, that was the general first thought that most mortals would have...it was physical need...it was carnal. As a Watchdog...he couldn't just act impulsive to this...no matter how badly he wanted to.

Instead, he took a moment and knelt down, closing his eyes. He began to slow his breathing in a calm and almost rhythmic fashion. Your steel is my body...your fire my blood...forge a pathway to understanding...and cleave through uncertainty...I am the bone of your sword...and you are the Master Forger. Kitt simply thought this quite a few times in his mind, calming himself down further. This went on for a few moments, until he exhaled loudly once more. His thoughts now gathered and no longer running rampant and his emotions in check, Kitt stood up. "There'll be time for me tell you off another time, Hinder's Dog...but this island is suffering and in need of help...and it's not the time for us to be at each other's throats." he simply sighed, before turning towards the center of town.

He had two options...and he planned on getting both. Kitt needed to see the altar that Olivander spoke of and also to get the information about the cave that these two kids play at, because now that he was thinking clearly...he knew one thing: Olivander wouldn't allow himself to be followed so easily. He was the Watchdog of Hinder after all...

Kitt could've returned to talk more of Old Man Jones, but he figured the old man wouldn't entertain him anymore with recalling the history, especially after the intrusion like that. It was probably best to let sleeping dogs lie...and speaking of, if he hadn't found the time to meditate the way he did, he probably would've had to go back to Flynt to possibly see if he had some smithing equipment in order to calm his mind and emotions. No...he couldn't go running back to his mentor at the first sign of trouble and adversity...that time in his life was over. Kitt was a Watchdog of Taros now...and he was not to question Taros' will and guidance.

However...I will note this...the constant in-fighting between the two of us must cease. Otherwise things will not go well for anyone... he thought. Yes, he and Olivander had differing methods of working things out, but at the same time, the Watchdog of Hinder always seemed quick to lash out...but mostly for good reason and intentions. But it was something he and the other Dog would need to speak about...because his fear now was that this happened again...and a whole island would be in the crossfire between them.

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Visages Villages (Faces Places)

The altar in the middle of town was the same as it ever was, somewhat aged, sure, but it was protected from most of the elements and in fine enough condition besides. Such was the state Kitt found it in. The only odd quality to it was a conspicuous lack of offerings, but it was only afternoon and the middle of the week besides, so maybe that wasn’t entirely unexpected either.

It also, when Kitt strolled up, was not unattended. Kevin was there, prostrating himself before the altar muttering words audible only to him and whatever patron he was calling upon. He didn’t even notice Kitt until he was finished, and it was a lazy sort of noticing even when it did happen, the kind that didn’t even get him turning his head as he spoke. “You’re with Flynt too,” he said. “I saw you when you and he came back to his house a few hours, though I didn’t introduce myself. My name’s Kevin Parker. Come to check out our altar, then?”


Les Garçons Sauvages (The Wild Boys)

Neither David nor Pfeifer were actually in the cave when Olive walked up to it; if his call was heard by anything, it was whatever wildlife had been attracted to the cave’s dark interior, if there was any at all. Such fauna (again, if they existed) were none too keen to respond in a meaningful way, leaving Olive’s voice echoing off the walls of the cave as the only real response to his search.

Not all hope was lost, though. The two boys simply bounded up behind him. “Wow, you got here fast!” David said. “I thought we were going pretty fast already, but I guess there was a moment where I had to find Pfeifer again, and also I ran into mom and she wanted me to carry a thing for her, and then also when I did find Pfeifer we still had to decide where we were actually going to play, so maybe it wasn’t that fast.”

“Why are you here?” Pfeifer asked. Even besides the natural shift in one’s voice that happened when asking a question evoked as opposed to an exclamation, Pfeifer’s was sharper and significantly more direct than David’s.

Not that David seemed to notice. “Did you want to play explorers with us?”

“No, seriously-” Pfeifer cut himself off and fumbled around in his pockets for a moment. “David, I think I lost a coin somewhere on the way up. We have to go back and look for it.”

“Oh really?” David said. “Then yeah, we definitely have to go do that.” He turned around and ran back off, clearly already scanning the path they’d taken as he did.

Pfeifer, meanwhile, didn’t move from his spot. “Why are you here?” he said again. “Flynt doesn’t say it yet -- I thought we were going to meet up tomorrow. Unless you’re telling me you got him to say it already?”


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Subtitles are French movies from 2017

Pretty straightforward for both of you, just moving you around to where you were headed and putting an NPC in front of you. Still, I guess there are a few additional notes I can leave.

Kitt: I guess Kevin wasn't as "bit part" as I was expecting, huh? An OOC detail you might pick up on is the feed sack Eilis left there being missing, but I don't really expect that to come up IC again. Her offering to Messis was accepted, and so it has left the narrative. Anyway, Kevin's around and he probably has thoughts, or can just tell you where Pfeifer's Cave is if you'd rather that.

Olive: ironically, what Pfeifer's done is the same thing he did in the first encounter, using the pretense of a coin to get David away so that he can talk a bit more freely. I guess this is your chance to talk to the kid who obviously knows a bit too much. Don't worry, though, David won't come back if you don't want him too.

you fight and break up
you kiss and make up

-r

 

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Let's Try This One More Time...

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Kitt made his way into the middle of town, just where Olivander said it was...there was the altar. Aged, but protected from the elements nevertheless and the condition looked fine according to him. There were no temples and places of dwellings for any other deities, once again, like Olivander mentioned. Though according to his own eyes, there was still a lack of offerings upon the altar. Yes, it was strange...possibly even downright disturbing to see the state of how things are right now...but Kitt remained to keep an open mind on how things were.

After all...perhaps some islands actually ran things differently than most...

That's when he also noticed the fact that the individual who left Flynt's home was there prostrated down before the altar, muttering prayers...or something of the sort, he couldn't hear exactly. Once he was finished, Kitt was noticed...though it seemed like it was a haphazardly reaction to it...

“You’re with Flynt too. I saw you when you and he came back to his house a few hours, though I didn’t introduce myself. My name’s Kevin Parker. Come to check out our altar, then?”

"Kitt Axton..." he introduced himself with a nod, making a movement towards the altar and immediately kneeling down at it. "I was told by my compatriot that this was something I needed to see for myself...plus to notice the lack of any sort of temples and places of dwelling for the gods...seems he was right on that." He moved a bit and pulled from his satchel a small iron ingot, before placing it on the altar. "Lord Taros, I ask that you would accept this token and begin to help this island...I'm your vessel and your will flows through me, wield me as you wish..." he muttered softly, before standing up now.

Now Kitt's attention was turned to Kevin Parker. "Is this altar normally this...barren and empty? It seems, not normal for me to see something in such a lacking manner...but however, it could be just generally how this island and town is...but is it generally a normal thing?" he asked, curious at the answer he'd receive...at the same time. "Also, before this slips my mind...do you happen to know of the directions for a cave nearby? I believe two children here, David and Pfeifer are their names, play there..."

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Jolly Roger

“Flynt doesn’t say it yet -- I thought we were going to meet up tomorrow. Unless you’re telling me you got him to say it already?” Pfeifer asked.

Silently, Olivander sighed with relief. They were both okay. Barely managing to keep his composure, Olivander folded his arms. "I did, Pfeifer. And as a man of my word, I'll tell you everything that he told me." Olivander didn't wait for Pfiefer to reply. Instead, he took a coin from Hinder from his pocket and flipped it high into the air, snatching it with his palm as it returned, but never viewing the result. He would have to wait.

With complete focus, Olivander recited Flynt's speech word for word, never missing a beat.

"Dies, Our Lady of the Sky, listen!
To what your humble servants seek of you
We ask for safest travels far and wide
We ask for storms to let us safely through 
And in return, we offer this -- our faith
We pledge that we will be your servants too

He sighed as he finished, shrugging as he did so. "I'm not sure what you were hoping to find, Pfeifer, but that's everything. I swear it on my god, Hinder, and my thieves' honor."

Olivander kept clutching the coin, hoping, wishing, and praying that the results were as he hoped. In the meantime he looked Pfeifer in his eyes, trying to find some semblance of reassurance or even hope. He'd never been one to break his word, and he wasn't going to do so now. Rather, he wanted to settle things with Pfeifer and know that he and David would safe. He knew that this was more of a wish than anything he could hope to accomplish completely on his own. He knew he couldn't keep these boys safe. Not permanently. But for his own selfish reasons, Olivander needed to know that his work here, with David and Pfeifer, was done. He had to be sure that he was not leaving them in danger. Perhaps it was the dream that weighed on his conscience that made him invest in these boys.

Whether that made his care for them better or worse, he wasn't entirely sure. Was he acting out of guilt, necessity, or duty? Perhaps a combination of the three? Maybe none of the above. Regardless, he needed to know.

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You Can’t Always Get What You Want

With every word Olive spoke more and more confusion grew on Pfeifer’s face. “That’s not- you thought I wanted to hear a stupid prayer?” he sputtered. “When does he say that? He doesn’t say that. I’m gonna take David’s coin again if you’re trying to tell me any of that is the word I heard Flynt say.

“‘Thieves’ honor,’” Pfeifer added as he turned away, mumbling under his breath. “Gods, I’m not asking for honor here, sneaking up to Flynt’s room at midnight isn’t very honorable, is it? I just want -”

He paused and turned back around. “Sorry. Okay, listen. I realize I was vague when we first met, but that’s because I’ve tried to do this before, and people don’t believe me when I say what’s going on. You won’t either -- that’s why you gotta find out for yourself. I guess all I can say then is that I said we were meeting up tomorrow and I meant it. I’ve heard Flynt say it before, and even though I don’t remember it, I know it’s not that.”


Take It Or Leave It

Kevin scratched his head. “I mean, we keep it clean, right?” he said. “And the offerings are generally accepted, yeah? I dunno, forgive me if I’m wrong, but I’m gonna guess you’re from a bigger island than this one. Definitely gotten used to those big temples, at least. And fair enough, like, that’s why I want to get off when I get the chance, but unless something’s changed since I last heard, we’re not the only island like this, and I don’t think anyone’s gotten smote. Of course, that’s unless you’re the one about to do the smiting.

“As for the cave thing,” Kevin added it on almost as an afterthought. “Yeah, I know what you’re talking about.” He pointed in the direction of Mount Vermeer. “There should be a path just off the main road once you get to, like, Grayson and Eilis’ place. Really, as long as you’re heading towards the mountain, you’re in good shape.”


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Subtitles are Rolling Stones songs

A pretty short host post, sorry, but then again, neither of you really need more, I don't think. I could have asked Olive for more lines or had David chime back in, but what he's saying is pretty important and I didn't want to dilute it too much. Meanwhile, Kitt looked like he was disengaging from the conversation soon so I just had to answer his two questions.

Speaking of questions, feel free to ask whatever in chat or in DMs, you know, in case there's any confusion. Or just for polite conversation. Happy birthday, Götterdämmerung. I'd say we're about halfway there, so maybe we'll get to see another.

-r

 

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The Step

“I mean, we keep it clean, right?”

Honestly, Kitt wasn't expecting that as the immediate response from Kevin to his question, but before he could interject, Kevin simply continued...

“And the offerings are generally accepted, yeah? I dunno, forgive me if I’m wrong, but I’m gonna guess you’re from a bigger island than this one. Definitely gotten used to those big temples, at least. And fair enough, like, that’s why I want to get off when I get the chance, but unless something’s changed since I last heard, we’re not the only island like this, and I don’t think anyone’s gotten smote. Of course, that’s unless you’re the one about to do the smiting."

The young man sighed, shaking his head lightly. "Unlikely on the smiting business...I've received no word or inclination from Lord Taros on the possibilities of smiting...so you can rest assured that my compatriot nor myself will not be in the business of smiting." he explained, before crossing his arms. "Truth be told, that was an answer I didn't exactly expect, but...you are correct. I'm from Caminus...and we just arrived here from visiting Galatea...so yes, we're used to seeing monuments and temples to the gods. If anything, I'm quite surprised that there isn't a shrine or temple dedicated to Dia, given what Old Man Jones explained to me of Corpus' creation."

Out of everything here, he would've assumed that alone would've been something that was prevalent around on Corpus...but alas...not a shrine nor temple dedicated to Dia. Nothing but a simple altar that was presumably shared by all the gods...which was an odd thing to him...why specifically this method eluded him. But once again, he wasn't serving the one who dealt with ciphers or mysteries of the like...he was simply a tool of the Great Forger Maker and nothing more.

“As for the cave thing...Yeah, I know what you’re talking about. There should be a path just off the main road once you get to, like, Grayson and Eilis’ place. Really, as long as you’re heading towards the mountain, you’re in good shape.”

Kitt nodded, now knowing where Olivander and the two boys were and without the issue of having to possibly track the "ghost" of Hinder. He gave Kevin a slight bow, before fixating his gaze towards the Mount Vermeer. "Thank you, Kevin. If you happen to think of anything that possibly would be worth being told to a couple of Watchdogs, we'll be at Flynt's home for a bit. We'll be more than happy to hear what you have to say...in the meantime...I have to make sure nothing goes wrong on my partner's end..." Kitt gave a small smile before making his way towards the mountain. ...same time...was Olivander really considered his partner at this moment? Acquaintance? ...friend? He'd have to think more of that another time...just not while he was focused on making sure nothing else happened.

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Honor Among Men

This boy clearly knew more than he was letting on. "Pfeifer," Olivander said with a pause. "Why don't they believe you? What do you think is happening?"

Olivander got down to Pfeifer's level and looked him in the eye. "You might be a child, but that shouldn't discredit you among anyone else. Now, if you have concerns and you need them to be heard, then I would be happy to listen and address them," Olivander assured him. "And I may be a watchdog, but you're going to have to give me more to go on than a single word that you're looking for. So I'll ask you plainly," Olivander said slowly.

"Is Flynt hiding something that would put you or anyone else in danger?"

Olivander was doing his best not to jump too quickly. He was slowly realizing his irrational behavior lately, even if he did want to make something good happen for the people of Corpus. He had to slow down and take things step-by-step. His fear, however, was that he would be too slow. Too late.

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Waltz

Pfeifer’s gaze was already cold, but it only grew colder as Olive spoke. “‘Is Flynt hiding something?’” he repeated. “Yes. Obviously yes. Gods, if you need me to spell it out for you, I will get on my hands and knees and write it in the dirt, yes. ‘Is it hurting anyone?’ I can probably tell you what he would say. Flynt would say it isn’t. Of course it isn’t. ‘Nobody’s died in months,’ he’d say. And I guess he’d be right, like, even I haven’t been hurt by what he’s been doing. Not really. But he’d also say I’d understand if I was older, I bet, and I don’t think I’m getting older anytime soon.”

David’s voice echoed from further down the mountain. “Pfeifer! There’s someone else coming up, do you think we should ask them to play too? Oh! I guess ask that guy if he wants to play, first! I don’t remember if he answered the first time. Did I ask the first time?”

“I’ll find out!” Pfeifer called back down. There was a pretty noticeable demeanor shift he had when talking with David than when talking with Olive, though he just as easily switched back when talking to the latter. “The reason I know what I do is because I heard Flynt say the word I’m looking for already, okay? That’s how I even know what to listen for in the first place, and why you coming back with some random prayer like it’s anything special pisses me off so much. But by the time I figured that out, I’d forgotten what I’d heard, and now Flynt won’t dare remind me. You’ve seen what he’s like.

“That knowing is important to me, though. I can’t stand not knowing now.” Pfeifer continued. “It’s like if I heard someone humming this really haunting, affecting tune, one that could drive anybody to tears, and I know I know the tune but I can’t place it at all, if that makes sense. And if I try and tell someone I know the tune without even being able to hum it myself, I’m just going to end up sounding crazy. I probably already do. But that’s what you owe me.”


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"Waltz" is a pretty generic subtitle, I admit, but I took inspiration from the Katie Gately song

Like I said in the discord, more of a post for Olive to bridge the time gap beween Kitt running off and arriving -- Kit doesn't get interrupted or anything unless he literally runs into David -- but there is some information here. Pfeifer's tight-lipped about the exact details because he's been burned before and he's pretty confident you'll find out tomorrow if you do everything right tonight (and he can always try again the next day), but that doesn't mean he hasn't said things that I consider to be important. I mean, he's confirming a few of your suspicions outright, I think, unless I've been wrong about what your suspicions actually are.

My current idea of what should be happening is this conference between you two, and then skipping whatever time is left in the day until dinner with Flynt, but that's just a working outline. It's subject to change if you need other things done, but today's investigations need to end at some point.

Hope everyone's well, keep in touch if you need me,

-r

 

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Master of Deception

"You're right, I do owe it to you. I did give you my word after all," Olivander replied, standing to his feet. He took note that someone else was coming up toward the cave, so the conversation he was having with Pfeifer would have to come to a close for now. "You've given me enough, Pfeifer."

Olivander began circling to the opposite side of the cave, where he could avoid David and whomever else may be approaching. "What worries me now is what kind of danger I'm putting you in. But I suppose you know the answer to that already." Olivander removed his shoes and began sliding down the hillside as quietly as he could. He had a few things he could do now, but Olivander decided that the best course of action would be to investigate further. Pfeifer said that 'no one has died in months'. Was there a string of deaths that was being hidden? If so, this only further confirmed his suspicion that Flynt had access to a word of power. It made sense, considering he understood the topic so well. But that did not bode well for Olivander either. The last thing he wanted was to engage with another watchdog, again. Flynt was far older and had much more experience. Fighting him was not an option, as Olivander would surely lose.

He would have to instead confront Old Man Jones instead. If anyone knew about a number of deaths in the recent months, it would be him. However, Olivander couldn't risk missing dinner with Flynt either. If he raised any alarms with Flynt, it could spell danger for everyone else.

This was quite the predicament. For now, Olivander would return to Flynt's home and keep this new information to himself. He didn't feel like he could trust Kitt with it either. The fact that Flynt shared a relationship with the other watchdog was problematic, and could cause nepotism. Olivander would instead have to investigate further tomorrow. He could easily sneak out at dawn and get whatever information he needed.



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The walk to Mount Vermeer and the cave in question gave Kitt time to think...think of what he was going to say to Olivander when he finally got there. He had been rehearsing it over and over in his mind, even having it go through quite a few mental rewrites in the process. Best thing to do was be honest with how he was feeling...and the fact that they needed to work together...and while his methods and the methods of Hinder's dog differed, they still ended up presenting a boon of results. This needed to be addressed and as soon as possible...otherwise the two Watchdogs would be in constant odds with one another and the work of the gods would never get finished...and like his esteemed ally said already today: the gods were fickle beings.

Taros, I'll need you to give me favor and the right moment to tell my associate this...because otherwise, I could possibly have an outburst that would go against things I swore I'd not do. Kitt thought, exhaling as he finally saw the mouth of the cave up ahead...and to his surprise...two children making their way to meet him. He supposed David and Pfeifer were the welcome wagon for him...but he was surprised Olive didn't walk out too.

"Oh hey, did you come to play with us too?" David piped up with a wide smile.

"Uhhhh...." Kitt was now stammering at this sudden asking.

"He just left, if you were looking for your friend." Pfeifer simply said, almost quickly.

...now it makes sense why he wasn't out here with the boys... Kitt thought, mentally face-palming at this.

Children, Our Most Valuable Resource

"Yeah, he didn't want to play with us, I guess, and now we don't know where he went, but hey, unless it's super important, we're gonna go see if we can find some buried treasure if you wanted to come with. You have to pick a cool pirate name, though, and you can't be captain 'cause I'm captain." David said to cut the tension and silence between the three of them.

It was almost curious...Pfeifer was on one side of the scale of a child definitely seeming like he was trying to grow up too fast and on the other hand, David was simply a young boy living life to the fullest. In all honesty, he felt something at seeing the two of them side by side, but he shook it off for a moment to finally speak up with a clearing of his throat.

Looking to Pfeifer, Kitt began. "Friend is a strong word...more like a co-worker...then again, don't have many friends as it is. I suppose I should be taking what I can then." he gave a light chuckle. Then again, after the little spat they had, it probably seemed that the person in question really had a hard time trusting him. Was this truly the life of a Watchdog that dealt in the area of thievery...? Just a lack of trust...?

Kitt then proceeded to look at David, not planning to entertain children today...not with the day he had thus far. Such was the will of Taros, doing something unexpected such as this...and yet...there appeared the feeling of that something at seeing both of the young boys together. Now he knew what he was seeing and noticing. Two different sides...and two different aspects of what he was and could be. He was forged by Taros and practically raised by his father Gaillard, taught the path of how to do things in the realm of a Watchdog by Flynt and of course...learning from his maker himself. He was practically sharpened, to say the least, for the task of being a Watchdog...this he could see himself in Pfeifer...the serious looking one. But on the other hand...looking at David, the one without a care in the world...he could see a different outcome of his story and life...one where he was simply a normal child growing up and being nothing more than a happy blacksmith...but not really caring about anything. Kitt honestly wasn't expecting such a deep feeling of retrospective when looking at these two nor was he expecting it at all here on Corpus, but it wasn't something he was actively turning away. After all, sometimes children were the best teachers.

He had a long pause before saying anything, before sighing with a slight shake of his head. "Well, if you have extra room on your crew...then I suppose Kitt "Golden Tooth" Axton shall happily accompany you both!" he proclaimed with a small laugh.

Kitt had been told once before by the Forgekeepers and even Flynt himself that children was humanity's most valuable resource...that they were the next generation after they're own...that they needed to be taught what counts in life. In this way, Kitt figured if he could instill something in these young boy's lives, it was to not view all Watchdogs as horrible people who "always get their way" as Old Man Jones put it. No, he was determined to try and at least show others that he was able to change people's perspectives...and if he had to clash wooden toy swords with a couple of children and even get "killed" in the process by a "surprise attack"...the joy to at least see them smile (or in Pfeifer's case at least attempt to smile), that was all he needed.

One thing was for sure though...he'd arrive back at Flynt's home in due time...and Olivander would be there, he would bet. They would have a talk...they would stop the bickering...and they would save Corpus from this...twilight.

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Lest We Forget What We Came Here To Do

The sun had dipped past the storm clouds that always seemed to be on the horizon, turning them from grey to a deep auburn, a color that did not go unnoticed by at least one occupant of Flynt’s house that evening. “Sailor’s delight, hm?” Captain Helmsley chuckled to himself. He turned around from his spot by a window to face everyone else in general and Flynt in particular. “You think the storm’s going to end by tomorrow, then?”

“Oh, probably,” said Flynt. He wasn’t paying much attention to either the weather or the conversation, his eyes instead fixated on the fire and the food he’d been cooking with it for the last several minutes -- a pheasant, as promised, and some vegetables he was roasting alongside it. “Dinner should be just about ready,” he said. “How is the Swallow Tail? How’s she holding up?”

“As good as she can be,” was Helmsley’s reply. “Should be ship-shape tomorrow morning-ish, though obviously we can’t leave until the cargo gives the okay.”

“Obviously,” Flynt repeated, still fiddling with the cooking.

“You’d know more about that than anyone, really. Remember when you grounded the ship for two weeks because someone insisted on consecrating every single brick of a new temple individually?”

That -- well, that and the fact that he had just pulled the food from the fire -- finally got Flynt to turn around and face everyone else in the room. “I can tell you’re suspicious of me, but I hope you’re not believing every bit of slander you hear, you two,” he said to Kitt and Olive, grinning. “Especially not tales from a crotchety old sailor.”

He plopped the food down on the table. “Just need a knife, now. I’ll be right back.”

“Again with the crotchety nonsense!” Helmsley roared. “I’m not that much older than him, I’ll have you know. And it’s true, lads. Every word I speak is the truth. In fact, if you want my two pieces-”

“Captain!” He was interrupted by a Swallow Tail deckhand appearing at Flynt’s front door. “Ephraim sent me to fetch you -- something about needing your key, I think.”

“Oh, did I forget to give it to him?” He patted his pockets and a look of realization crossed his face. “Ah well, suppose you always miss one thing, huh? Tell Flynt I’ll be right back. Or rather…” Helmsley raised his voice to full captain-command mode. “Flynt! Need to settle a matter with the ship. Feel free to start without me, I’ll be right back!”


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Subtitle is a Sons of Kemet album

As promised, moved on to dinner. All the finangling in this post was meant to, again, try and forge a situation where the two of you can be kind of alone, though Flynt is within earshot if you'd rather skip to the part where you start asking him questions. Helmsley will of course be back later to drop sage advice (or whatever he thinks is sage advice? (I mean, I wouldn't put advice if it didn't have a reason)), so he's not a problem either if you don't want any prying ears.

You're probably going to have to talk to him eventually, Olive

Anyway, uh, I already told you my potential schedule conflicts in discord, so that's been taken care of. Hope things are going well where you are, or as well as they can be.

-r

 

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The Talk

The skies had a deep auburn to them...so far, this was the most beautiful thing Kitt had seen on the island of Corpus thus far, of course aside from Eilis, but a beautiful young woman is something he kept out. Women were beautiful creatures to begin with...but in nature, seeing the skies painted with various shades and hues of color was something else...it proved that the gods of this world truly cared for their creations if they would make something so beautiful in the world.

Nevertheless, the Watchdog of the Forge had remained quiet for a good portion of the time he returned from Pfiefer and David's cave. Until now, all he and Olivander had done were exchange the occasional glance here and there. No words...nothing... Then again, perhaps a lot could simply be said with the look in the eyes...after all, it had been said that the eyes were the windows to the soul.

“I can tell you’re suspicious of me, but I hope you’re not believing every bit of slander you hear, you two. Especially not tales from a crotchety old sailor.”

Kitt remained silent, watching Flynt now putting the food on the table before heading off to grab a knife. Soon after, Helmsley was called back to the Swallow Tail for an urgent matter. And like that...it left himself and Olivander in a position where they were alone. ...favor and the right moment...thank you Lord Taros... he sighed somewhat, before shifting slightly in his seat to face the Watchdog of Hinder.

His eyes were serious...filled with the newfound determination and his steeled resolve. Then, he finally spoke. "Olivander Steele...you and I need to talk." he said sternly, but calmly. "However, before you say anything, allow me to start..." Then he took a deep breath before exhaling it slowly.

"You said to me earlier, the gods are fickle beings...and I whole heartedly agree with this sentiment. To that fact, your god and my god are no different in this...and in this...our constant bashing of heads will need to cease. If it doesn't, I fear for lives being lost in the crossfire. Not mine...not yours...these are things that aren't factors in this...what I speak of are the innocents on not just this island, but every single island. If we're to help people, then we must cooperate together. Yes, our methods differ..." Kitt slowly moved and held up his notebook. "My methods may seem slightly archaic in simply taking notes...while yours seems to be more of the hands on approach...but regardless of this, at the end of the day...the boon of results received is all that matters."

He lowered the book and exhaled yet again. "After I moved you away from Old Man Jones' home and our argument proceeded and ended...I won't lie to you, Olive...every fiber of my being was telling me to follow you...to strike you for your words. To speak to me as if I were nothing but a simple minded child...after I simply was preparing to give you what I had found and wrote down while you explained what you found in order to devise a plan...you caused my anger to almost take root. But I stopped...because in reality, the fight between us is pointless...we're here to help Corpus, not bicker and fight amongst ourselves. However you see me as, I don't care...but my duty is to do Taros' will...never questioning it."

Another exhale in, Kitt continued. "...I've gotten what I needed to off my chest. I feel you may have things you wish to say as well...so before we talk business, I'll ask: what do you wish to get off your chest, Olivander?"

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