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Gomph peered over the rail of the trawler as it plugged steadily through the foggy sea. For a brief moment he thought he glimpsed the outline of something massive in the distance but another blink and it was gone. This place felt wrong to the young demon, like they were trespassing upon something... what was the word? Ancient? Sacred? Significant.
He shoved his hands back into the pockets of his ill fitting jacket and gave the person beside him a nervous glance. Less than half a week ago they'd managed to escape from the facility and still he knew little about them. Pan, as they'd introduced themselves, had introduced themselves as a much older demon than he and had freely offered explanations and answers to why things were like they were. Even with all of that information however, he only knew three things. That Pan was an aspect of lust while he was one of gluttony, that the former had some sort of mental abilities, and finally that the captain of the boat who seemed to be waiting for them as they fled the docks meant them no harm. Speaking of which...
Gomph's gaze slid from Pan up towards the wheelhouse. For three days they'd been travelling across the water and during the whole trip the weathered old man had said nothing and hadn't left the wheel for a moment. Not to eat, not to sleep, not even for a cup of coffee. The whole thing was a little disconcerting. "You sure about him?" he asked his companion quietly. "About the island of things like us?"
Gomph peered over the rail of the trawler as it plugged steadily through the foggy sea. For a brief moment he thought he glimpsed the outline of something massive in the distance but another blink and it was gone. This place felt wrong to the young demon, like they were trespassing upon something... what was the word? Ancient? Sacred? Significant.
He shoved his hands back into the pockets of his ill fitting jacket and gave the person beside him a nervous glance. Less than half a week ago they'd managed to escape from the facility and still he knew little about them. Pan, as they'd introduced themselves, had introduced themselves as a much older demon than he and had freely offered explanations and answers to why things were like they were. Even with all of that information however, he only knew three things. That Pan was an aspect of lust while he was one of gluttony, that the former had some sort of mental abilities, and finally that the captain of the boat who seemed to be waiting for them as they fled the docks meant them no harm. Speaking of which...
Gomph's gaze slid from Pan up towards the wheelhouse. For three days they'd been travelling across the water and during the whole trip the weathered old man had said nothing and hadn't left the wheel for a moment. Not to eat, not to sleep, not even for a cup of coffee. The whole thing was a little disconcerting. "You sure about him?" he asked his companion quietly. "About the island of things like us?"
