Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 24, 2015 9:28:59 GMT -5
"Oh, what makes you say that? Did you get information up your fancy device there?" The girl smiled at him and spoke with a teasing tone. Marcus nodded at her and tossed his phone towards her. It wasn't one of those new I phones, but an old and well used one. The painting was beginning to fall off and it had little to no technological advances as most other phones did. A flip phone was what they called it. It still functioned well enough for a camera, though, and was excellent in finding signals.
The phone was set on a particular text message. If the girl read it then the words would say:
Their hieroglyphs, Egyptian language. I have found you a translator and they will meet you at the coffee shop five blocks away at 8:00am. Don't be late.
Who the text was addressed from would be uncertain, as it would be labelled as an anonymous message. Marcus didn't enjoy all the secrets, and the stalking, but it was his job and he would see it done for the beautiful reward he was promised. Marcus placed his bags by his bed and laid down. He had experienced a long day, and wanted nothing but sleep. However, how could he possibly sleep when a complete stranger was sitting next to him? When he though about the situation more, he realized that she did not even tell the daemon her name.
"I don't think you told me your name," Marcus pointed out. "What do you want me to call you?"
Last Edit: Oct 29, 2015 18:20:55 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Post by Nyghtingale on Oct 24, 2015 19:58:55 GMT -5
Nyght caught the phone with one hand, but then struggled to open the device. When she finally did flip it open, she grimaced and worked the keys, trying to get what she wanted from the infernal device. Finally, she got it to where the thing should be, and narrowed her eyes as she read what was upon the text message. She sighed, and snapped the phone shut and rolled her eyes muttering under her breath. Any idiot could have told her that the markings where hieroglyphs. That was sorta of stupidly obvious, and it also finally told her where exactly she was at. She was in Egypt.
She tossed the phone on to the bed next to 'Ghost' and grumbled. Eight in the evening tomorrow was along ways away, and she had to put up with this jerk until then at least to satiate her curiosity. She swung her backpack off her back, and tossed it on the bed. Pulling the zippers apart, she grabbed out her cloths and pulled out the fluorescent light bulb and left it on the bed as well. With her cloths in hand, she moved to the bathroom, pausing just before she stepped inside and shut the door she looked back at 'Ghost' and answered his question. "Call me Nyght." She locked the door, making sure the door was securely shut cause she did not want the guy being a pervert and trying to walk in on her, and then stripped. She threw her one set of dirty cloths in the shower before herself, then climbed in. She cranked the water over to really hot, and tore open the hotel soap bar and proceeded to scrub her body down nice and clean.
After bathing, she then used the soap to wash her cloths as well and scrubbed them out as best a she could. Finishing with that she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off first, then patted dry as best she could her wet cloths. She paused, contemplating and groaned softly. She had no dry underwear now to wear. She silently cursed herself and whatever god or goddess was watching out for her and looked around. After a moment, she grinned noticing the expensive robes that where set out for guest. She shrugged, figuring she was not paying for it and grabbed one. She wrapped herself up in the robe and enjoyed the sensation of the soft material against her bare flesh beneath it and giggled. Then she opened the bathroom door and stepped out. She hung the cloths over whatever she could to dry, then took her clean cloths and set them beside her before climbing beneath the covers still wearing the robe.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 28, 2015 16:03:00 GMT -5
It took Ms. Static Shock a while to open an old model of a phone, and when she did she seemed to not like the content which she read. What irked Marcus, though, was how she slammed the phone and threw it towards his bed. "Don't break it," he warned her in a sorta threatening way. The man was intimidating even if he didn't want to be, and his endless scowl always was very off putting, but this girl seemed to have one as well. Although, her attitude seemed much worse than his, and it was almost like she gave less fucks than Marcus did. That would one day come to bite her in the ass, and it may come by Marcus' teeth first. However, for now, Marcus doubted that his words meant anything to her. His actions were the things that really counted.
The girl then did something with her bags, Marcus was too busy staring at the ceiling to really look at her. He could hear a zipper being moved, though, and a metal like object being flung to the bed. After she was done, she made her way to the bathroom, stopping to answer Marcus' question."Call me Nyght," she said.
"Night?" He repeated when she left the room. So she was using a code name too? It was all for the better, Marcus guessed, since he did not want to know her and she did not want to put herself in danger by knowing him. Marcus had too many enemies, and this girl was too annoying. He would only tell her what was on the scroll then drop her off, ending their interaction and continuing his mission on his own.
When the girl entered into the bathroom, Marcus could hear the click of the lock. He laughed at how mistrusting she was, thinking that her small girly body was enough for him. Maybe if she were older, but she was a young thing, and Marcus did not want to ruin what precious innocence she had. Still though, the fact that she locked the door was very amusing, especially since he could easily walk through the door and catch a peek at her if he wanted.
However, instead of doing that, Marcus sat up on his bed and toyed with his phone. He flipped through a couple of things until he reached a certain photo, then he stared at it. What was in the photo was a woman leaning over a balcony. The woman had long red hair and beautiful brown eyes. Her smile was wide, and a wonderful sight for Marcus. Her picture made him smile, but it also made him feel a little lonely. He had to continue this business without seeing her, only within a screen, and that tortured Marcus' heart. Yet, the photo of this woman was a beautiful inspiration for him to continue, and would be the subject of his sweet dreams tonight. Dreams of only him and this woman, and bliss.
Night came out of the shower in an expensive white robe, and Marcus scowled at her. He wouldn't say anything about it, just noted that down as something that she would need to pay him back for. This was not a free ride, and she would give him back equal of what she took. Marcus believed that the robe costed over 40 bucks, so a pinky finger from her may suffice.
Night laid her wet clothes over her bed, then climbed under her covers. Marcus stared at the wet pile and raised his brow, noticing particularly how her underwear was also wet. She certainly did wash her clothes every chance she got, though the thought of it being every day was still far fetched.
The daemon raised his hands to his face, then snapped his fingers. When he did this, the entire hotel room went dark. "Good night," he told Night before he climbed under his own covers and fell asleep.
Post by Nyghtingale on Oct 29, 2015 3:26:14 GMT -5
Nyght fell asleep quickly once the lights where off. The robe was soft around her, and the blankets weighted down upon her comfortingly. The bed slightly molded around her form, and she relaxed in to it to enjoy the first night in a long time in a real bed. She had almost no sooner shut her eyes then she seemed to be opening them and there was light coming in to the room. Daylight from under and around the door as well as from the window although the curtain was drawn. She grinned, and stretched in the bed before throwing the covers off and standing up.
She looked at her robe, shrugged and checked her clothing. Finding it mostly dry she grinned and stepped around in to the bathroom again and quickly redressed in the same cloths from the day before. She did not mind this, as they where her favorite cloths as well as the fact that wearing them in the heat would finish their drying instead of trapping them inside her backpack where they may not dry completely and might mildew or mold. Finished dressing she came back out, and hug the robe on the back of the bathroom door. She slid her other pair of cloths inside her back pack after wrapping that fluorescent light bulb up in them then zipped the bag up. Fully packed and ready to go, she glanced at Ghost and waited to see if he was ready or not.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 29, 2015 19:13:40 GMT -5
At morning Marcus woke at 6 am, while the sun was just coming up. He gathered some clothes and moved into the restroom. There he took a shower, made sure that all his parts were clean, brushed his teeth, then placed on his new clothes. For his old he stuffed in a plastic bag, tied the bag, then placed it in the leather bag with all his other clothing. Marcus knew how to remain silent, for he was trained by professional assassins, commonly known as ninjas, so he did not wake the girl while he moved.
Marcus then stepped outside to make a call. When the girl woke was when he finished his call and came back into their room. "There is toothpaste and toothbrush in there for you if you need it," Marcus said when she took her clothing into the restroom. "We don't want our breath to stink when we meet this guy." She went inside and Marcus went to work in stocking on his ammo. He placed one knife inside the sheath which attached to his ankle. His desert eagle was placed inside his jacket, the same one that would cover his wings. The shotgun which he carried was secured inside another bag, which Marcus brought specifically for traveling with only one heavy weapon.
Marcus was fully prepared to leave when the girl walked out. She placed her other clothing into her bag and looked towards him. Marcus opened the door and left the room first, waiting until she left to lock his room. He then walked down three flights of stairs until he came upon a sidewalk. The coffee shop that his employer spoke about was a right turn away. As Marcus prepared to turn, he looked across the other street and saw the statue of the Anubis he met last night. It was the same statue with the same height and the same facial expression. Marcus' hand automatically went to his chest where his gun was, then he paused. He couldn't act in the open, not if he wanted to remain unseen, so he couldn't kill that thing now.
He tsk'd, then continued, with the girl hopefully behind him. The walk took little time and he arrived at the shop, still hopefully with the girl, at 8 o'clock precisely. Thankfully, there was no Anubis statue, although, Marcus was sure that it was following them from the shadows. Marcus walked inside the shop, which was named the Whippet, and sat at one of its empty tables. It was a small shop, and many people were coming in to order something for the morning. If the girl was with him, Marcus would give her 36 Euro. "This is 36 Euro," he would say. "Which costs about 39 Franc. Go get you something, but don't stuff yourself," Since you may need to run, Marcus kept the last bit to himself. It was best not to worry her yet.
Post by Nyghtingale on Oct 29, 2015 20:03:12 GMT -5
Nyght hoisted her backpack up on her shoulder and followed Ghost out of the room. When he walked down the stairs, she could not help herself but to hoist her bottom up on to the banister and slide down it, giggling as she did so. When she had to make each turn, she hopped off and turned the corner then hopped up on to the next and slide down again all the way until her feet slapped down on to the pavement just behind and to the side of Marcus. Straightening up, she brushed off her bottom in case any sand or dust had clung to her pants then paused.
She noticed Ghost had stopped and was reaching towards his chest. Her eyes flicked along his line of sight, and after a half second of looking she spotted what had set the man back. The creature from the night before that had been a statue was there, standing amidst the people walking past it as if it did not exist, yet it clearly was there and they where both seeing the creature. However suddenly Marcus moved again, and after one last glowering look at the creature she followed him.
Pushing past people, refusing several trying to sell her things she grumbled to herself softly. People pushing against her, touching her, and being crowded bothered her a little. Twice she felt like somebody was trying to pull her backpack away from her, and she jerked it away from who or whatever it was and hurried to keep up with Ghost. When they get to the coffee shop, she settled near Marcus and sighed deeply glad to be out of the crowded streets.
When Ghost gave her some money, she blinked and stared at him stupidly for a second, then stood up and went right over to the counter. She ordered a black coffee, and two yummy looking pastries that where glazed with something and had a slightly spice sweet smell to them. Bringing the money and two pastries and coffee back, she sat down with the cup of coffee and one pastry while the second...well she slid that in front of Ghost slowly along with his change.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 29, 2015 20:30:34 GMT -5
When she left, Marcus checked his phone, reading over the message his employer sent over and over again. The damned Enigma did not tell him who his translator would look like, just that he would be in this coffee shop. The translator most likely knew what Marcus looked like, and would probably come to him when he, or she, spotted him. Marcus really didn't enjoy that his boss knew what he looked like yet he only knew his boss' voice.
Night returned with a coffee and two pastries. She kept the coffee and one pastry, yet slid the other pastry to him. How kind of her, he thought, not eating the pastry at first. He was too focused on what would soon happen to eat. He already played it in his mind, the translator would come, read the translation, then Marcus would leave to continue his job. That's what he hoped for, that's what he deeply wished for, yet why did he have a sudden bad intuition?
The daemon took the pastry Night got for him into his hand and nibbled on it a little bit. "The translator will find us soon... You got the scroll?" He waited for her answer. If she said yes, Marcus would nod. "So," he would continue. "Why are you so interested in this scroll anyway?"
Post by Nyghtingale on Oct 30, 2015 2:06:28 GMT -5
Nyght sat in silence as did Ghost, sipping her strong black coffee and nibbling on her pastry slowly. She was looking around, studying the room about her with interest and the people with in it. She was curious, where any of these people people like herself and Ghost? With special powers and abilities? Or where they all just humans, wandering around their lives completely oblivious to the supernatural things happening around them. How did they explain away the supernatural things that they saw everyday inside their own minds? She was completely lost in these sorts of thoughts when Ghost spoke to her again.
She looked at Ghost, blinking stupidly for a second then realized what he asked and laughed. "Oh yes, I have it right here." She hefted the tube with the scroll inside it and chuckled. "This thing is not leaving my sight until we know what it is talking about." She tapped two of her fingers upon the protected scroll and contemplated his question for several moments. She knew what she wanted from the Scroll, but she was not sure if she was going to get it. It was an extremely far fetched hope, but that had never stopped her from trying things before.
"I think I want to get knowledge from it. Knowledge about myself in a way I suppose. Sort of a...your doing the right thing and headed in the right direction sort of thing for my I guess. Sorta hard to explain, but if what I am looking for is in there, then I will simply know it. If not, then I will not know it."
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 31, 2015 18:13:38 GMT -5
"I think I want to get knowledge from it," she said. "Knowledge about myself in a way I suppose. Sort of a...your doing the right thing and headed in the right direction sort of thing for my I guess."
Marcus didn't understand her, she was looking for a guide in a piece of paper with unknown content. She did not know what was on here, only that Marcus and a giant bad dog wanted it. Was she checking to see if she could do this type of thing? Become an archeologist and study artifacts and their history? "Sorta hard to explain, but if what I am looking for is in there, then I will simply know it. If not, then I will not know it."
"I don't think I understand," Marcus said taking his first large bite from the pastry. "But I know that you're choosing the wrong scroll to find yourself. The world I live in, and that this artifact thrives in, is a dangerous one. And, I don't think electricity can stop a bullet. Heck, your electricity isn't even as fast as a bullet. Try to find knowledge some other way."
The pastry was filled with strawberry jelly. It wasn't his favorite type, but he was never the one to waste perfectly good food. "Unless... The person you're trying to find, in this scroll, is the person who likes the thrill of danger. If that's so, then hand me that scroll and leave now." Marcus outstretched his hand to her. "This isn't the life you want. Hell, this isn't even the life I want. If I counted all the times I wanted to be just a father, raise a family, live and die with a wife..." Marcus paused. "Then I would be a millionaire."
Post by Nyghtingale on Oct 31, 2015 21:11:03 GMT -5
Nyght stared at the guy across from her, frowning and sighed before shaking her head. She finished off her pastry and sipped on her coffee and simply listened to him, though it was clear by his words and even his out statement he did not really understand what she was talking about. She supposed that was a natural thing, because it was such a deeply personal need for her. She needed to know where she came from and what was intended for her to help reveal what she was meant to be and do. Some people did not believe in that destiny crap... Morgan believed in it one hundred percent.
She simply waved her hand dismissively at his words and line of questioning, pretending like it was nothing and she did not care. Though secretly his comments about a wife and children and other things struck her as odd and out of place. She simply could not see the large male before her, complete with wings and everything who had been willing to fuck some poor innocent girl who senseless even though she was nothing more then a slave in all essence of the manner if not in the word. She simply looked at him, and rolled her eyes.
"I was not given a choice in the matter of what life I wanted. Instead I have made do with the life I have instead of pinning away for something I will probably never get. Now...where is that damn translator at?"
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Marcus Drago on Nov 1, 2015 16:03:42 GMT -5
"I don't kno-"
"Excuse me..." A man with a soft voice interrupted Marcus. The daemon turned his head to see a fellow standing next to him. This man was a very skinny ebony colored individual, with a tall frame but a mild mannered look. He seemed like the type of person that Marcus would bully in school for no reason. Nice but vulnerable, he must have been chewed up in his younger days.
The man looked from Marcus to Night. "Did you say translator? Could you, by any chance, be the people I am suppose to talk to about a few hieroglyphics?"
Marcus nodded at the man. "You read hieroglyphics?"
The man nodded back. "Yes! In fact I am a professional archeologist and anthropologist, a doctor if you will. It's my job to-"
"I don't need your whole story," Marcus interrupted. "I just needed to know one thing, so let's not waste any time. I'm Ghost, and this is Night," Marcus pointed to the girl. "She has the scroll. Do you have a name, sir?"
"I am Amou," the man answered. He then looked on the girl with a friendly smile and asked, "May I look at the scroll?"
Nyght looked at the man who approached them, her eyebrows furrowing deeply as she looked at the guy. She was suspicious about him, but then again she was suspicious of just about everybody. Including the guy she was traveling with, however she really did not have much of a choice in that matter so she was simply dealing with it by keeping her mouth and her thoughts to herself. However this guy stank of...horse manure. Nyght watched his interaction with Ghost and this dude who introduced himself as Amour, and she frowned heavily. She did not like the fact Ghost had cut this guy off, and not because it was rude as hell. She did not like it because she wanted to hear the story to see if there was some sort of hole in it that would give him away glaringly to the two and Ghost had denied her that opportunity and instantly laid his faith in the man along with who and what he was claiming to be. It simply stank to Nyght with deceit and untruth, and she really did not want to pull out her ancient scroll and show it to some dude who she did not know anything about.
However her wants and wishes where, at this point, irrelevant seeing as Ghost had not only told Amou which of them had the scroll but also pretty much the permission that the man needed to see the scroll. She glowered at Ghost, her hair rising every so slightly with her power but then falling back down to her shoulders as she sighed and slowly lifted the scroll. She decided to be a slight ass, and teased this Amou figure with the tube waving it in front of him a few times before pulling it back and slowly unscrewing the cap. She tenderly tipped the tube, and the scroll slid out a few centimeters and she gently grasped it with her fingers and pulled it forth the rest of the way. Setting the tube upon another chair, she slowly unrolled the scroll making sure to keep it facing away from Amou until she was ready to place it upon the table. With one final dirty glance at Ghost, she settled the scroll upon the table face up while using her elbow to push her own empty plate out of the way of the scroll. She gently lifted the plate a little, and slid one corner of the scroll under it before grabbing the salt shaker and setting it upon another corner.
With the scroll laid out upon the table in full view of both Amou and now absolutely anybody else in the cafe Nyght was really irritated and twitchy. She kept casting her eyes around the room, looking this way and that making sure no sneaky straying eyes where looking in their direction. She hoped Ghost was keeping an extremely watchful eye upon Amou while she was watching the rest of the cafe. Anybody could be looking and reading the scroll now, and she knew a certain somebody who had already tried to take it from them once, and seemed to be following them to get it back. Amou could very well be this person in disguise, seeing as who and whatever it was had already show that it could hide as a solid statue. Who knew what else it could change the shape in to. Maybe another human, maybe even the table they where sitting around! Suddenly super suspicious, she pressed her hand against the underside of the table and her lips moved slightly though no sound was made. A short little electrical jolt rolled down her arm and passed from her palm in to the table. If it was just a table, there would be no issue and nobody would be any the wiser of her discrete investigation. If it was a hidden being, well that would certainly cause a reaction.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Marcus Drago on Nov 4, 2015 1:10:41 GMT -5
Marcus didn't notice when Night glared at him disapprovingly after he interrupted Amou. Frankly, anything this girl did or said to him would mean nothing, for Marcus was not in the mood to entertain the emotions of a little girl. She was going to get what she was going to get, and Marcus was going to be happy when she was gone. It's what he kept telling himself, but he knew what would really happen if this girl were to leave now. And, he didn't think that he could carry that on his conscience.
When it was Night's job to give Amou the scroll, every action she took was incredibly slow and playful. Marcus almost had the notion to rip it from her hands. Of course, there was no telling what the girl would do if he did. She seemed to protect the thing as though it were a child, and messing with momma bear's cubs took planning and precision. Still though, Marcus was very curious as to why he was being given all the dirty glares from her. Every time she looked at him Marcus was prompted to cock his head and stare back at her. Amou paid no attention to the two, however, as his main focused centered on the scroll that was finally fully revealed.
"Oh... Would you look at that..." He chimed, putting on his glasses to get a good look at the drawings. "Okay... So, from top to bottom... Here we go." He strained his eyes.
Before he began to read, though, the table shook. Marcus and Amou paused and looked at each other, and then to Night. "Was that you?" Marcus would ask Night, hoping that the quake had nothing to do with the scroll.
"What is this?" Amou said as he finished reading the scroll. "This seems to be more like a grocery list than anything useful."
Marcus laughed. "On the contrary, that is exactly what I need." He reached in his coat to bring out a pen and paper, ready to write everything down. He was as prepared as he would ever be since he was told of the possible contents of this scroll. However, Marcus still did not understand the purpose of all of this himself. All he knew was that a rich man wanted some mixture and that Marcus was to provide it for him.
Looking at Marcus confusedly, Amou agreed to read. And, unless interrupted, he would say, "A-alright... Well... They ask for a Scarab Beetle from the coffin of a sleeping king. Since their dead kings slept in tombs, I'm guessing that they're specifically wanting one from a tomb near here. The next ingredient is... Saffron Crocus..? From Crete, which is in eastern Asia and on a Greek Island not far from here. This list is incredibly specific... Then they ask for an ounce of salt form the dead sea, although they say it in Cubic cubits rather than in Ounces. I don't know why, but I am beginning to find this list to be very weird."
"Continue," Marcus would usher Amou forward.
"W-well..." Amou would say. "The last ingredient is electrum ore, taken from the bottom of Lake Victoria...It says that once you mix the products, you will summon a sleeping god. That's what I find incredibly odd."
Marcus would note down everything Amou said that was important, then think to himself. All the items they asked for were scattered. Although each was near Africa, all would require an extensive amount of travel. "They're gonna take me all over the east," Marcus would say to himself.
"There is more," Amou would interrupt, reading the scroll more but straining his eyes much harder this time. "There is a code," he would say. "Two words that keep repeating over and over again. Acidus, petem. Acidus, petem. One meaning acidic in latin and the other meaning pestilence. What do you think this is about?" Amou would turn to Marcus.
Nyght sat back in her chair, letting this Amou guy look over the scroll. She kept her silence as he read it over and began to read it out loud and translated it for them. She listened intently, but acted like she was not paying any attention. She was indeed paying attention however and was making a mental notation of each of the things the male was rattling off. A scarab beetle from a tomb, a saffron crocus from Crete, an ounce of salt from the dead sea, and electrum ore from the bottom of Lake Victoria. Well now, that is an extremely interesting list of items they needed to gather together from all over the Middle East area. All of this to...summon a sleeping god? She raised her eyebrows and looked at Amou.
She suddenly leaned forward as the man finished, looking at him and grabbing his wrist.
"Hang on a second...you said...combine the ingredients. How? We just dump them in a bowl, swirl them around and say abracadabra, raise me a god? Or do we have to do something else, such as heat them up or mix them with a few drops of our own blood?"
She looked at the man, wanting to know the answer to this question because it was important. Being a witch herself, she knew that it usually took more then simply dumping several ingredients in to a bowl. There was typically something that had to be done before, during, and/or afterwards.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method of dealing with the darkness of other people. -Carl Jung
Post by Marcus Drago on Nov 4, 2015 20:26:05 GMT -5
"Hang on a second," Night interrupted. "You said...combine the ingredients. How? We just dump them in a bowl, swirl them around and say abracadabra, raise me a god? Or do we have to do something else, such as heat them up or mix them with a few drops of our own blood?"
Amou looked at the scroll again, reading through it and rereading it for the information that Night wanted to know. When he was done, he looked at Night with saddened eyes. "It doesn't say..." Amou told her. Obviously, this man was as excited about this scroll as Night was. As soon as the sleeping god was mentioned they both showed a sudden fascination. Marcus, however, kept his calm among the three and began his long process of thinking.
"You can't just mix items and hope for something in return," Marcus said to them. "It's most likely that those latin words have something to do with the mixture. They're both spells, after all. One is a melting spell, which may take some part if I gather all the material-"
"You are actually going to go through this?!" Amou said excitedly. He was definitely going to be apart of this quest now, as his voice and eyes were filled with curiosity. Marcus almost wanted to say no to him, take the scroll form the girl and leave, but Amou could prove very useful for him. The daemon sighed to himself.
"Yes," Marcus answered. "I am searching for these items to summon the sleeping god. I believe that once it is summoned, I will be allowed one favor from him, or her."
Amou furrowed his brow at Marcus, probably thinking that he was saying was complete nonsense. However, it seemed that his curiosity overwhelmed him, and he decided to go along with what Marcus was saying. "Alright," Amou chimed. "I'm going to help you! And maybe this god will grant me a favor as well." He then looked at Night, "You're in too, I take it?"
