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Sigmund was, at first, pleased with how his day was going. He had taken Sutor to be nothing more than Victor and Suwako driving the same body, but he had clearly misunderstood fusion on a fundamental level. A chance to guide the amalgam in a more righteous direction than either of her constituents wasn’t one that the cultist was going to turn down, even if he suspected that her offer to talk faith was simply to sweeten the deal. However, his enthusiasm was quickly quashed when he took a few steps out into their new world.
“Gods…” he gasped, raising the Manic Codex over his head as a makeshift sunshade. The high priest peeked out from under the cover of his impromptu parasol, looking up at the ball of furious light in the sky. “And I thought the Abyss was bad…”
“You alright, high priest?” Agate asked, the crippled scout dangling over Amethyst’s shoulder. The muscular woman let out a little sound of concern as she glanced down at the scion.
“He’s right, you look like you’ve never seen the sun before.”
“Don’t be absurd.” Sigmund replied. “I’ve seen the sun… hrmm... half-a-dozen times?”
“That’s more times than me.” Opal groaned, crouched in the shadow of the ship. They had the hood of their robes pulled over their head, attempting to hide within the deep cowl. “I hate the sun. It’s a big stupid ball of gas and it thinks it’s better than me.”
“Nice city though.” Amethyst noted, letting out a little whistle as she gazed up at the towering walls. “You going to come see it willingly, or do I have to carry you too?”
“Amy, they’re not going to respond to that.” Agate said quietly before craning his neck over at the shaman. “Opal, I didn’t realise you were going to let a little celestial body make you its bitch.”
The masked cultist grumbled quietly before slowly rising to their feet. Taking a deep breath, they rushed across the rather short span between the shelter of the shade and the small shadow cast by Sigmund’s tome.
“Skooch over.” They sighed, one hand taking a hold of their side of the book while the other fumbled in their robes. After a moment, Opal produced a large rock from within their vestments and hurled it furiously into the sky with a triumphant “Eat it, asshole!”
The assorted cultists chuckled at their friend’s antics, but deep down the cold-accustomed group shared the sentiment. Along with the rest of the Inverxian immigrants, the followers of Gal’skap made their way from the ship to the great city before them, gazing up in awe at the sheer size of it.
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” Sigmund muttered, amazed, lowering the Codex as he was swallowed up by the immense shadow cast by city walls.
“It’s pretty big.” Sutor agreed, nodding along and stroking her chin thoughtfully. “I mean, I could go bigger, but…”
Sigmund raised a hand to cut her off, rubbing his eyes. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Oh man, you look just like your dad…” The fusion said, breaking out into a fit of laughter before abruptly stopping, an expression of deep thought washing over their face. “Hmm… Now that I think about it... “
“Is something the matter?” The cultist asked, suddenly concerned.
“It’s nothing.” Sutor said, snapping out of her contemplative expression. “But if you see any giant pig men, please run.”
“Oh, of course, sure thing.” Sigmund said, raising an eyebrow. “Any elaboration on that or…?”
“Maybe when you’re older, kiddo.” The taller woman chuckled, ruffling the scion’s hair.
“I’m twent-“
“Ah-ah-ah.” Sutor cut him off, raising a finger. “You might be an adult but, like Cho, you refuse to become a man.”
“What was that?” The earthbender asked, shooting a look over his shoulder.
“I said ‘YOU REFUSE TO-“
“SOOOO, let’s see this city, huh?” Sigmund cut in, nervously waving his comrades towards the gates.
“Gods…” he gasped, raising the Manic Codex over his head as a makeshift sunshade. The high priest peeked out from under the cover of his impromptu parasol, looking up at the ball of furious light in the sky. “And I thought the Abyss was bad…”
“You alright, high priest?” Agate asked, the crippled scout dangling over Amethyst’s shoulder. The muscular woman let out a little sound of concern as she glanced down at the scion.
“He’s right, you look like you’ve never seen the sun before.”
“Don’t be absurd.” Sigmund replied. “I’ve seen the sun… hrmm... half-a-dozen times?”
“That’s more times than me.” Opal groaned, crouched in the shadow of the ship. They had the hood of their robes pulled over their head, attempting to hide within the deep cowl. “I hate the sun. It’s a big stupid ball of gas and it thinks it’s better than me.”
“Nice city though.” Amethyst noted, letting out a little whistle as she gazed up at the towering walls. “You going to come see it willingly, or do I have to carry you too?”
“Amy, they’re not going to respond to that.” Agate said quietly before craning his neck over at the shaman. “Opal, I didn’t realise you were going to let a little celestial body make you its bitch.”
The masked cultist grumbled quietly before slowly rising to their feet. Taking a deep breath, they rushed across the rather short span between the shelter of the shade and the small shadow cast by Sigmund’s tome.
“Skooch over.” They sighed, one hand taking a hold of their side of the book while the other fumbled in their robes. After a moment, Opal produced a large rock from within their vestments and hurled it furiously into the sky with a triumphant “Eat it, asshole!”
The assorted cultists chuckled at their friend’s antics, but deep down the cold-accustomed group shared the sentiment. Along with the rest of the Inverxian immigrants, the followers of Gal’skap made their way from the ship to the great city before them, gazing up in awe at the sheer size of it.
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” Sigmund muttered, amazed, lowering the Codex as he was swallowed up by the immense shadow cast by city walls.
“It’s pretty big.” Sutor agreed, nodding along and stroking her chin thoughtfully. “I mean, I could go bigger, but…”
Sigmund raised a hand to cut her off, rubbing his eyes. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Oh man, you look just like your dad…” The fusion said, breaking out into a fit of laughter before abruptly stopping, an expression of deep thought washing over their face. “Hmm… Now that I think about it... “
“Is something the matter?” The cultist asked, suddenly concerned.
“It’s nothing.” Sutor said, snapping out of her contemplative expression. “But if you see any giant pig men, please run.”
“Oh, of course, sure thing.” Sigmund said, raising an eyebrow. “Any elaboration on that or…?”
“Maybe when you’re older, kiddo.” The taller woman chuckled, ruffling the scion’s hair.
“I’m twent-“
“Ah-ah-ah.” Sutor cut him off, raising a finger. “You might be an adult but, like Cho, you refuse to become a man.”
“What was that?” The earthbender asked, shooting a look over his shoulder.
“I said ‘YOU REFUSE TO-“
“SOOOO, let’s see this city, huh?” Sigmund cut in, nervously waving his comrades towards the gates.