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With the dehydrated corpse being dragged in tow behind himself, Shaarib moved for a second door. The Skypiean was intending to take two girls in one trip at a time. As he crossed into the room a similar thirst would find the man, but now with an accompanying hunger. The vice-admiral's stomach bellowed out desperately, in truth he had not eaten in a while...But this was beyond his natural hunger, this was certainly something inherently mystical. Shaarib approached the starved body; the once-woman was reduced to nothing but skeletal remains, the bones were dry and an unoccupied cobweb was decorating her open mouth.Once again, he was in front of another corpse, Shaarib suffered the same way the woman did. He was getting used to the pain, But something happened when he went for the 3rd door. The residual energy was too much, the memories of the women hit him at full force and the birdman fell on his knees. He couldn’t go for more than 2 of them.
Sad, desperate whispers caught the vice-admiral's attention as he lifted the skeleton. Not a sound heard by Shaarib could be deciphered, the voice sounded so far away, but simultaneously only right behind him. As the skeletal body was lifted up, a thin layer of dust fell in her wake. Bones attempted to crumple in and collapse but they held together (barely) as they were relocated.
Headstrong and eager the make up his mistakes to the spirit (and the girls), The Fallen Sky pushed through his mystically inflicted fatigue. Mighty, burning wings sprouted from Shaarib Hassan as he took the form of the mythical fire bird of legends. Blue flames illuminated him and his grim surroundings once more as he lifted himself and the white, iron-cloud coffins up beneath him in his powerful talons.The Vice-Admiral scratched his chin, the mission go even trickier, he was going to do 4 trips back to back and he wasn’t going to be able to go trough the forest. The only option was to transform into a phoenix and risk fighting the soldiers. He had to know where to drop the women, and the only place he could do it was Li An’s. The second problem was that he couldn’t see the matron without Yuki’s remains…. Shit was going to be hard but he owed it to the spirit and the temple.
As the man left through the hole in the roof, he found himself struggling against the weight due to his fatigue for but a moment, as blue fire rushed around him and he began to fly away from the temple, the torturous and psychological effects weakened on his mind and body.
Blue fire streaked through the sky above the forest, during a single flap of his wings he could briefly hear the familiar, haunting song of a wounded Devourer.
It disappeared as Shaarib attempted to focus on the sound more clearly...
The Skypiean, once more, was broadcasting himself to the night-soaked Azure City as he crossed from dirt path to cobbled streetways. Shaarib only seemed to fear a repeated failure to the temple spirit in this moment.
Shaarib fortunately made his way through Chongqing without notably alerting a single guard, he soon found himself flying above The Lower Azure City Bookhouse; where he and his comrades had met Li An.
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Yuna politely poured light-blue alcohol to a little over halfway up the slender glass. "Ooh, I've heard many stories about the Grand Line." She said, still with sense of enthusiasm. She seemed ready to ask another question of the Lunarian pirate when he asked a question of his own."Fufufufufufufufufufuu..You're a pretty inquisitive woman, Yuna. I lived in the Grand Line before I joined the Silver Vampirates. Tell me more about the Azure City and what to expect?"
The black-haired woman smirked. "The people of Chongqing are strong and fiercely loyal to one another...And we certainly aren't afraid of any pirates." She teased Cletus with a hint of flirtation. The smell, as powerful as it was, was steadily losing potency on the pirate's olfactory senses; it was now far more delicate and less abrasive than before.
She drank a fair portion of her glass and then topped herself off then leaned backed in, face getting closer to Cletus's. "So, you're a strong crew then?" She asked, shifting back into the interrogative role.
The room around Cletus was dimly lit with paper lanterns and a few loose candles, it allowed enough light for him to make out the surroundings though. There was the large stage, risen slightly, in the center of the room, the simple (yet beautiful) chairs adorned with green fabric, the elaborately carved bar and this peculiar woman sitting right in front of him.
A small fire burned beneath a large ceramic plate, herbs and waxes simmered atop the stone while another girl (the only other person in the room aside from Cletus and Yuna) stirred at them with a tied bundle of sticks.
Should Cletus drink the alcohol, he would find it admittedly bland, but also incredibly smooth...It didn't even taste like alcohol, more like a slightly alcoholic tea.
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