Trouble in Polaris

Indie Multimuse Ratchet and Clank blog, Mun is 18+ Please read rules before interacting. Current test run: Big Al

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Darkwater’s gaze turned to the lake not too far away, immediately taking notice that all of the steps needed to cross the gap from the main island to the treasure room had finally risen from the once calm waters.

With a soft chuckle he returned his attention to Camila.

“Aye, any pirate worth his salt’s got treasure. I was savin’ that fer the last stop of the tour.”

He then chugged what was left of his drink and tossed the empty mug at his guard who fumbled to catch it.

“I should warn ya though, there are more puzzles.”

“A grand finish… How thrilling… Lead the way…”

Thinking about it, Camila wondered what Darkwater’s trove might hold. Would it be gold and jewels as it might have been in her homeworld? Or would she find strange trinkets and objects unlike anything back home? 

The later option filled with a certain amount of eagerness, curious to see the captains loot.

“Oh, no need to worry… I think I can handle any of your puzzles…” Of course Camila wouldn’t hold back on boasting.

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“Splendid! How's about we take the short cut then?”

With a flick of his wrist he gestured for Camila to follow as he ducked under two intertwined palm trees that hid another bridge leading back to the main island. “We don’ need to be goin’ back the way we came.” He commented as he began to cross. 

The last thing he wanted was to fall victim to his own trap, especially in front of a guest. 

Though Angstrom paused once he reached the main island. “D’ya see that?” He asked as his optics squinted, focusing on the door of his precious treasure room, he could've sworn he saw it was open.

Without any further explanation he dashed up the steps, uncaring if Camila followed. 

There was only silence for a few moments, though it was suddenly interrupted by Darkwater’s scream as it echoed through the cove.

“MY TREASURE!”

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Out of curiosity, do you think you will be keeping big Al? His test run has been going for a while and it looks like it has been doing well!

I am actually! 

The only reason I’m still “test running” him is because I need to officially add him to the blog. I need to get his information down in the muse info and add him to my promo, which takes a lot more time than you’d think XD

But yes I am definitely keeping Al! 

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“Oh so you do play video games.” He had been worried she was going to say she hated them. 

“I don't mean to brag but I’m a big gamer myself.” Al responded as his lips pulled back into a proud smile. “I’ve got a huge collection of them backhome! It’s estimated to be somewhere around five thousand bolts so far I think? I haven't really had somebody come in to check the value of my collection in a while.” 

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"Miss me, Kaden?" Nicole asked with a friendly smile.

“Hey! Its been a while since we’ve talked. How have you been Nicole?” 

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“I don’t blame you for being worried. That does sound concerning.” Kaden responded, unsure how to help. “I guess all you can really do is be there for her when she needs you. I know it’s not easy, being forced to leave your home, but I’m sure she can get through it. She’s got good friends.”

“Maybe mate, you can talk to her, think she dones’t has a father figure at the moment to tell her about this stuff, maybe you’ll help her a little more than me” she told him.

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“I’m not sure I can exactly play the role of father figure, but I can definitely talk to her. Where is she anyway?”

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@crossbowfoxgirl Continued from here

“I’m glad to hear it’s in working order.” Al responded at first. “I’m here on business actually, rumor has it that the last issue of Captain Starshield’s comic is being sold in one of the stores in the area and I’m determined to find it and add it to my collection.”

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“Guess that issue is such a rare thing to find. Huh?” Jen said. “Well, I hope you find it before the others get their hands on.” She then adjusts her neckerchief but continued the conversation. “Not really a big comic nerd.  I’ll just prefer playing Role-playing board game when i have some free time to kill through.”  @rowdyboysofpolaris

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“Surprisingly yes.” Al responded with some irritation, though it wasn't directed at Jen. He had been searching for that specific issue for so long it had finally become frustrating.

“I understand, being a comic collector isn't easy. Do you play video games?”

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Orvus floated closer to his counterpart once the new staff was revealed. He had to admit he was impressed by the sleek design. “It’s lovely! You’ve done a wonderful job.” He responded as his lips pulled back into a small smile. Hearing the story behind this new staff’s creation was beginning to remind him of the time he had crafted his own chronoscepter. 

That had been so long ago. 

“This was your prototype? How curious, mine was a bit different.” Still it was impressive nonetheless. Though his small smile suddenly fell, hearing Mortal’s confession tugged at his heart strings. He couldn't imagine being in that position, powerless and lightyears away from home, that sounded like a nightmare. “I am glad to hear it helps you.” Was all the Zoni could think to say at first. He wanted to say more but wasn't sure now was the time. 

“So have you been able to test it out in combat yet?” 

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“Good morning!” Orvus’ chipper voice broke through the silence after he teleported into Mortal’s current motel room in a flash of blue. “I wanted to check in and see how you were doing since your discharge from the hospital. Are you doing alright?” He questioned, though his eyes began to wander around the room in slight curiosity.

It certainly looked like a cheap room, even if it was neat it didn’t exactly look clean. How did his counterpart stand it? “How are your injuries?” 

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Mortal was standing next to the (somewhat dirty) bed, wrapping his belt around his waist. He looked over his shoulder at Orvus. “Oh! Good morning! I will be with you in one moment…”

He clicked the end of the belt into the belt buckle, the blue light on it flashing twice to inform him that his armor was synced and ready to go. He turned around and stretched his left arm as he walked over to Orvus. ”I’m doing very well, thank you. My arm and ribs are as good as new. Though they had to inject premium nanotech straight into the bones, which was…unpleasant to say the least. But they said that I have fully recovered and I am completely healthy.”

Mortal grabbed his coat off the bed and began putting it on. “It is good that I was able to recover so quickly. I had been planning a project while I was in the hospital and finally had the chance to work on it when I was discharged.”

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“They injected it straight into the bone? Goodness I had no idea they could do that.” The Zoni responded as he finally returned his gaze to Mortal, pleased to see he had recovered. 

“A project you say? That sounds very interesting. What exactly is this project you have in mind?” He inquired before hovering over to one of the chairs that sat alone in the corner of the room. Though upon discovering how unclean it was Orvus decided not to take a seat. 

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“Good morning!” Orvus’ chipper voice broke through the silence after he teleported into Mortal’s current motel room in a flash of blue. “I wanted to check in and see how you were doing since your discharge from the hospital. Are you doing alright?” He questioned, though his eyes began to wander around the room in slight curiosity.

It certainly looked like a cheap room, even if it was neat it didn't exactly look clean. How did his counterpart stand it? “How are your injuries?” 

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Orvus only smirked in reply, a feeling of victory washing over him. “Oh of course, how could I forget about your hoverboots? A shame you’re still trying to get a hang of them though, maybe someday you’ll be able to fly again.” 

Though at the sight of his counterpart’s smirk his own fell, instead it was replaced with a deep frown and furrowed brows. What was Mortal up to now? His gaze then trailed down to the metal suit he proudly wore, not expecting it to be brought into the conversation. “I would say you have a point if it weren't for one thing: This suit provides me more protection than normal clothes do. Safety is more important than fashion.”

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“You might be right, if it isn’t for the tiny fact that looks fade as one ages.” The Zoni responded coolly. “But I suppose I’ll just have to live with my immortality.” He responded with mock sadness, throwing his hand over his forehead for dramatic effect. 

Though Orvus’ lips twitched as he tried to hold back another smile.

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Mortal could feel himself growing increasingly annoyed. Of course Orvus would keep reminding him about the fact that he had powers and Mortal didn’t. Well, if Orvus was going to keep reminding him about his greatest advantage, Mortal might as well do the same.

“First of all, you are terrible at dramatic effects,” Mortal tacked on before he got to his main argument.

“Second, you could have all of the powers and immortality in the universe, but there is one thing that you cannot change.” Mortal put his hand on top of Orvus’ head and pushed him down until he was on the floor. Then he put his hands on his waist and looked down, “Can you guess what that thing is, Mr. Shorty?”

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The Zoni’s hand finally fell from his forehead and a few soft chuckles escaped him. He would never admit it but he had missed this. “Was it really so bad?” He questioned, unable to hold back his amused smile any longer. 

Though it quickly fell when he found himself on the floor. 

Orvus looked up to his counterpart with narrowed eyes, he had been expecting this would be brought up eventually. “Yes you are taller, I will give you that.” He responded as he hovered back into the air. “But does being tall really matter when you have the ability to fly?”

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Pete told me for a pint of grog. But to be fair he was already sauced.

It took a minute but Slag got it. 

“Ha! That’s a good one mate.” The captain then bursted into a fit of laughter before knocking back what was left of his grog. 

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@crossbowfoxgirl Continued from here

“I’m glad to hear it’s in working order.” Al responded at first. “I’m here on business actually, rumor has it that the last issue of Captain Starshield’s comic is being sold in one of the stores in the area and I’m determined to find it and add it to my collection.”

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The captain only nodded at first. “I made most of ‘em. Before I started takin’ up brewin’ we only had one type o’ grog, an’ then the lads started to make their own concoctions. The only one here that I didn’ make was the fire brew.”

His gaze then trailed over to the tankard that sat to his right, his sensors picking up on the crackle of the flames that particular brew produced. Though he couldn’t find any red fluorescent liquid left in the tube. That was odd, he thought there had been some left.

“That one was made by m’ first mate.”

But before Darkwater could say anymore his guard interrupts by holding out a mug for him to take.

“A toast.” He spoke suddenly, raising his mug into the air.

“In honor of our alliance.”

Camila was becoming more curious about Darkwater’s former first mate the more he was mentioned. She got the impression Angstrom was quite the opposite of his ‘brother’ Romulus. Though as the pirate captain had been gracious enough not to pry further into her past, she felt she needed to do the same for him.

Pherhaps she would have the opportunity to see this Romulus Slag with her own eyes one day.

Camila returned Angstroms gesture with a nod. “Indeed, to our alliance…”

“…You know, when you said you would show me your sanctuary… the first thing I expected to see here… was a treasure trove… Then again I assume you would not keep it in the open…”

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Darkwater’s gaze turned to the lake not too far away, immediately taking notice that all of the steps needed to cross the gap from the main island to the treasure room had finally risen from the once calm waters. 

With a soft chuckle he returned his attention to Camila. 

“Aye, any pirate worth his salt’s got treasure. I was savin’ that fer the last stop of the tour.”

He then chugged what was left of his drink and tossed the empty mug at his guard who fumbled to catch it.

“I should warn ya though, there are more puzzles.”

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Hey Slag! I'm a little teapot, short and stout!~

“Who told ya the secret song of the dead?!”

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"Oh hey, I see you before." @crossbowfoxgirl

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“I remember, you asked me to look at your crossbow. How has it been holding up by the way? Did you manage to replace the broken latch?”

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Orvus’ lips pulled back into a gentle smile before his hand finally fell from Mortal’s shoulder. “I will make sure to bring one to you before you leave the hospital then.” 

The last thing he wanted was for his counterpart to be alone. “Oh no need to thank me. I’m sure you would have done the same.” The god responded as he settled back down into his seat. “And I trust you will, but please remember I am here for you whenever you need it. Early morning, noon, the dead of night, do not hesitate to call.” 

Then suddenly a low chuckle escaped him. “Honestly I am surprised I managed to pull it off. I thought that doctor was going to catch us.”

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To say Orvus was shocked would be an understatement. He understood that Mortal’s sudden and drastic change would have an effect on his psyche, but he hadn’t expected it would be so severe. Still he said nothing, only waiting until he heard the door close again.

“I did..” Was all the god said at first before removing the pillow and hovering back into the air. “I had no idea this was so hard on you.” He then paused, thinking over his next words carefully. “What happened was not your fault. It was the pirates. And I know you are in a very difficult place right now but I believe you will get through it. I will be here for you, you have my word.”

He paused again, unsure of what else he could say. “So..how are you feeling about all of this? Will you be seeking therapy?”

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The mortal Zoni frowned and shook his head. “No. I do not have the time or money to seek therapy. And what I went through is far beyond what any outsider could comprehend. They wouldn’t understand.”

Mortal sat there in silence for several moments, simply looking down at the edge of the bed. It was when he took a shaky breath that he began to speak again. He simply let what out what he had to say. He couldn’t take holding it in any longer.

“I…I have horrible nightmares about that day, you know. Constantly. I do not sleep during the nights they occur, I just simply cry for hours until I cannot anymore. And I cannot eat during the following days.”

He paused for several more moments before continuing. “That day…I was not strong enough to protect those I care about. I left them behind while I escaped. And several months later, I am no closer to saving them than I was when I first became mortal. I have failed as Senior Caretaker of the Timekeeper and leader of the Zoni. And…I have failed Sigmund. I, myself, am a failure.”

It was then that Mortal realized that he had said more than he intended. He looked up at Orvus with a very distraught look on his face. “A-Ah…forgive me. I did not mean to unload all of that onto you. I’ve just…never told anyone before. And I thought that I could share some of it with you because you are the closest person I have to understanding what I’m going through, even if you are still in control of your own Timekeeper. But, um…I-I may have said too much…”

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Orvus hovered in silence with his counterpart, unsure of what he could really say in this situation. He just wished he could think of a way he could help. Though as Mortal began speaking he slowly lowered himself back into his seat and just listened.

“No, it’s fine. You needed to get that out and I am glad that you have.” The Zoni finally responded before he rose from his seat and hovered closer to his twin. “You are no failure. The piratese discovered our weakness and they used that against you. There was nothing you could have done to prevent what happened.”

He then paused and gently placed a hand on Mortal’s shoulder. “I realize you feel guilty, but you shouldn’t. Your life was on the line, of course you had to escape, and I am sure that Sigmund as well as the rest of your Zoni understand that. And please do not give up hope, I know it is taking much longer than you’d like to save the clock, but I know you will do it.”

Finally the god pulled his hand back. “As for your nightmares, I cannot help you prevent them, but I can be there for you when they happen. Would you be comfortable with me giving you a Fulcrum Star?”