Grey smiled energetically at Mistral, though she still seemed a bit dejected, and turned the ship to the plane, lowering a hatch to swallow it in one gulp, ripping through the reef it was sitting on in the process with a grinding crunch, leaving a large chunk missing out of the reef, the ship unharmed, and the wreckage safely in the hold.
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Noah smiled finally.

Noah clapped his claws once again. "Sal, may I beg of you to loan me your sword a moment. I'll set up a similar hidden omni working that should trigger on your own senses. It will help if they veil our senses."

He nodded at Prom, "Have you considered upgrading one of your cables to nanotech?"

Mistral was momentarily alarmed by the way that the S.S. Grey ate the wreckage of the Lockheed Electra, for lack of a better word.  It turned out, however, that removing the ship as well as the reef it laid upon was a good way to avoid damaging it.  Mistral turned the elfin godling an approving eye and even a slight smile, and said, “Very clever work, ma fille.  Merci.”  A quick glance to Noah, and a knowing nod. 

Mistral returned her awareness to local space with a hiss and a grimace.  After a time with head bowed and eyes shut she said, “I can not locate Emily yet, but I did discover why I cannot see beyond the fog.  It is because there is nothing, save for the howling void.  We have not yet arrived in Arcadia, but we do sail toward it upon a slender, Fae-woven thread of sea and reef suspended in the Abyss.”  Mistral looked up at the others and said, “We have further to sail yet.  Grey, can you perhaps consume the wrecks in our path?  It would be a smoother journey.”

Since there was time yet to sail, Mistral invited Grey and any others who wished to come down to the hold to investigate the wrecked aircraft they’d taken in, along with the reef it had rested upon.  She looked upon the derelict craft and made a slow circle of it.  She said, “This is a Lockheed Electra, Model Ten.  A heroine of mine, a pioneering pilot by the name of Amelia Earhart famously disappeared while flying an aircraft just like this, in the year 1937.  Neither she nor her plane were ever found... until now, perhaps.”  Mistral climbed up the reef and began to carefully examine the craft, peering inside.  To Grey she asked, “What can you tell me of it, ma fille?”

 To Mistral's request that she could eat the wreckages, Grey grinned. "Kay!"

 Grey walked up to the glass of the craft, where it looked like an impact had occurred. "The pilot hit a fairy."

 She pointed at the crack in the glass. "Fairy dust, see?"


 As they examined the ship, their passing was marked by notable crashes, crunches, and grinding noises, marking Grey's lumbering, destructive sailing path through the reefs and wreckages. None of the impacts seem to be causing damage to the ship though... if anything, the ship seems to be gradually increasing in size.

Prometheus lost focus very briefly as they transitioned to the fog bank, although he does seem to Shiver before his attention returned to Argent. Smiling softly, he said, "Apology accepted. Finding a way that didn't use Mana or Magic is always the best course of action."

As Noah turned to Prom, Prometheus considered what Noah had said, "Its already Synth-tech so I am not entirely sure how big an upgrade that would be. Regular cyberware can't mesh with a brain like this... as you said when you did this to me. The cables, the anteeners, and the like are just for show. There is not wires in these cables, despite how it appears, its all already optic fibre.

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Mistral actually approved of his methods, was shocking.  Prometheus had forgiven him.  Noah's reaction was actually less severe than he had anticipated, and it was good to understand some of the man dragon's frustrations.  It was time to start working on things.  He mentally summoned Jitters.  "Sir Jitters, your hijinx regarding things that belong to Noah must end.  Grey is a free-willed being and you may use her things as she allows, but you must ask Noah's permission to use his - whether it is for the bean or anything else other than immediately saving his life."

He next turned to Grey, who hadn't seemed to notice his apology at all.  "Grey, I'm sorry for yelling at you.  It was the safest way I could think of to get us here without you having to find a way to blind yourself, and I really didn't want that.  Let me know if there's anything I can do to make it up to you.  Up to and including you as a partner when I finally get to rebuild my coffee shop."

Noah shook his head. "We are family, another road is to be used to make it right. His rank up has defeated his health. Instead of being chased for gold he will spend his monday mornings in training with me. He is a terror to humans, it is time he learns to be a terror to beasts so much more powerful."

"Do you have issue with this?"

"As to mending yelling at Grey, bravo. She is family and letting her help will make it right. Your efforts to fix it show your true colors. A banner worth holding." He exhaled dragon fire and caught it in another spell.

"Hand me your casting tool. Omni magic with dragon fire will destroy anything less than a mages tool or the will of someone who knows how to handle Dragon fire." The closer to Tír na nÓg they got the more weight it had on him.
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 Grey pouted still. It was the first time anyone had ever seen her be anything other than an enthusiastic young child. "You yelled at me. No one's ever done that before. I don't like it."

 However, roughly at that moment, before anyone could speak, the mist finally pulled back, revealing bright sunshine, perhaps brighter than what they'd left, even though they'd arrived at the triangle around noon.

 As the mist parted, Noah underwent a stunning transformation, scales and claws thickening and elongating into sharp plates and terrible claws, far more fearsome than before. The scales were golden (rather than mother of pearl) and had the texture of sandpaper.

 Meanwhile, Grey dropped to her knees, immediately assuming her child form. "I don't feel so BLARG!"

 She went into a vomiting fit, regurgitating the liquid metal that composed her form all over the deck of the ship in a far larger quantity than her form would indicate.
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When Noah asked for Sal's sword, he happily obliged. He smiled in admiration of how Grey ate the ships in the way, though when she began retching all over the deck, he said, "Are you okay, Grey? I hope we didn't push you too hard." He wondered if that were even possible, but kept that to himself.

Argentus nodded to Noah and conveyed to Jitters.  "The restitution has been requested of you.  Unless granted leave by Noah, you are to appear to train with him every Monday - the Day of Double-shots."


He held up the brazier end of the Strophados.  "Will it interact with already active spells?  This tool is also the anchor for the spell establishing my spirit court.  I've got a tool here that's not doing anything if that would be a wiser choice."


When Grey started to have issues, he considered what he knew of the realm they were entering.  "Grey, I'm just spit-balling, but this might be because you ate what the realm thinks is its - poetic justice and all.  Can you return some of what you've taken and see if it lessens?"

He looked over her with Spirit and Prime sight, seeing if there was anything else he could see or do to aid her.

 The rotound squirrel spirit acquiesced to Noah's restitution without complaint as Grey continued to get sicker. She lay in a puddle of her own liquid metal retching violently. She seemed to be wasting away physically with each bout. "There's something hurgh wrong with this BLARG… place. I don't like it!"
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Noah crushed the orb into Sals sheath. "This will boost your already keen senses. When you want to use it, draw your sword and point the empty space of the sheath like a flashlight. This one is tuned to you, but be aware it wont last forever."

Argentus' tool had the omni orb in it like an ember. "Its an augmented focus effect. Think of it like putting a red glass in front of a light. It wont tarnish the light, only change its color past itself. It's a divination enhancer to counter fea tricks."

Noah took his change like he had a cramp. Twisting back on himself like a wounded snake. He had assumed comet dragons to be morphic as they travel to strange realms, but the fair folk had been a strange land indeed.

When he was done he walked like the world was made of thin ice. "Time to hide little one, daughter of the thorn." He blinked as if he was speaking normal english and his tongue was twisting the words. "The realm says to never grow old, never do, never pass. You are the daughter of progress. Time to hide little one."
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Mistral was inspecting the cockpit interior when Gray piped up with an explanation of the spiderwebbing impact in the windshield.  She went to have a look at the damage from the interior, closely inspecting where the elfin godling indicated.  Mistral remarked evenly, "Intrigante...  Unfortunate, for both the fairy and l'aviatrice.  This craft is identique to Earhart's in make, model and year.  Too near a match for coïncidence."  Finding the damage to the aircraft to be less than catastrophic and lacking any evidence of remains, Mistral remarked, "This crash was peut-être survivant."  She continued the search the interior closely, with more senses than just the physical.


There was a shift in the atmosphere that signaled a dimensional transition, and so Mistral abandoned her investigation for now and returned to the top deck.  There she found Noah mid-transformation and Grey retching up liquid metal under bright sunshine.  By instinct she looked out to whatever horizon might be visible to assess any immediate threats, then went to Grey to put a hand on her heaving back, "I will move you from here into my spatial interstice if it would help, ma fille."  She turned a questioning glance to Noah, silently posing the question of how to resolve the matter.  Mistral looked over his transformation to a sharper, golden-scaled version of himself and asked him, "Are you well, mon dragon?  Was this métamorphose intentional, or adaptatif?"

Noah nodded once, "The sands of WonderLand move seven directions. The child who stands as a shield to kill Nidhogg can dance in all but one. A single seed of a dandy hates to sit still." Noah blinked as if he had spoken german in reverse. He sighed a moment,  He shook his head.

Sal said, "Noah's words don't seem to be matching his thoughts, now. I'll take them down, in case they are important, nonetheless." Sal made a note in his slate.

With the ways the realm was affecting the more magical of the beings among them, Argentus grew concerned for his spirits.  He called to each and enquired after them: Jitters, Niri, Harry, and Polt in order.

 Grey heaved and retched, unable to answer Mistral, and, when she put her hand on her, found that her form was melting away. Moments later, she collapsed into a puddle of liquid metal on the ship, leaving behind only a latticework heart, made from ectoplasm and glowing softly with prime.

 The ship itself shut off as Grey collapsed but the ship itself showed no signs of destabilizing. That said, it had powered down completely.

 Jitters, Niri, Harry, and Polt all seemed fine, though Argentus found Jitters to be particularly distraught over Grey.

Noah had a sad look as his wings slowly spread around the group to prevent the wind from afflicting her heart. "Sweet child of progress and change, sleep now and dream good dreams." He looked at Mistral as he started producing ectoplasm. It was unwise to touch that much raw prime by hand and only ectoplasm could touch her soul.
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As Noah talks to Grey, a voice comes from Prometheus' direction. Stupid, stupid Dragon....Arcadia isn't against Time, isn't against Death. Death is here...it can just happen before, after, above or sideways of that same individual's birth. As for words and actions...doing....fate is fickle...both, neither, words and blood are the same. You can even drown in them both."

Despite this, Prometheus lips aren't moving, and his face looks utterly confused, Finally he said, "I....Can hear her now?"

"Wait, wait, wait....he can hear me now? Is it because my blood still stands on the Tower... a part of me is here...but...wait...HELLO PROMETHEUS...damn you are deaf. Read my damn book and never say thank you at all, and ignore my words... unreasonable. Thats what you are, unreasonable, and then you tried to burn it. Seriously, I mean yes it was following you, but thats hardly my fault. There is a reason new recruits to the Mysterium were given the Grimoires to sort...." The voice has a slight echo to it, but it is definitely there.

Prometheus at this point has realized that everyone else can hear this voice as well, "Ummm, Lola was it..."

"...Don't interupt while I am ranting at you. I may never get to do this again. Seriously, you read someones diary...yes it was a diary, no you can't remember it all, and yes thats a good thing or you would be as insane as me....hmmm, or at least thats what the Guardians say...I still object to them killing me over a few simple pets, most unreasonable, most unreasonable. I wasn't even doing anything evil at that point. I had quit evil. Kinda. Can you quit evil? Is their paperwork I missed? Go to your local Guardian Office and fill in the 'I am not helping people commit evil things anymore, I decided I like living' paperwork? It would explain a lot....."

"Seriously....Lola...." Prometheus looks to Mistral and Sal seeking help, and then at Noah with an expression that only can be covered with, 'I can explain, I swear.'

"...Again with the interrupting. This is why I dated a Vampire, can't have kids if you are dead. Well you can, but its far more bloody....also I think it counts as theft. Or Kidnapping at the very least. Why are humans not considered theft? Is it not the same thing as stealing someones dog? Surely living things should all be kidnapping and all objects should be theft, how are humans something special. Anyway, no kids, means no rudeness... much better to go with Spirits, regardless of form....

"Lola... you've sidetracked again," Sal said, helpfully.

"...Sal's don't interrupt me as I am rep...reman...ding...." Lola trails off, slowly coming to the logical conclusion.

"Sal....did you touch my stuff...." she sounded nervous.

Prometheus, quite patiently said, "No Lola, you are smarter then that. We are in Arcadia now....what are the rules..."

There was a long moment of silence, before you all heard the whisper, "Prometheus....do you think Noah can eat my as a disembodied voice? Is that a thing Dragons can do?"

Noah was recording what was going on but he was focused on Grey's soul and Mistral more than anything else. However when there was a voice from thin air Noah's tail, now massively longer and flat like a pangolins, started shaking and curled causing it to rattle like a massive rattle snake.

Before departing the wrecked aircraft in the hold, Mistral collected what physical evidence she could find.

Mistral’s eyes widened with distress as Grey’s elfin form melted away into silvery puddles on the deck.  The magess went to her knees and could only stare at the glowing latticework vestige as the S.S. Grey went dark, the vast neon-green hulk groaning as it settled into inertness.  Mistral turned to Noah with a stricken expression as he spoke utter nonsense, but she seemed to listen past his words.  She said nothing, but performed a quick gesticulation and unraveled from nothingness a glass tube with a small hunk of silvery stone within it.  Mistral carefully opened the lid, and held the open tube out toward Grey’s heart and Noah as well.  She whispered, and from her outstretched hand flowed a pale vapor that swirled in twin winding trails, one seeping into the tube to swirl in a tiny vortex about the stone, while the second curled about Grey’s heart, beckoning it.  Mistral laid a hand upon Noah’s rough-scaled shoulder as she waited for something to happen, and a tear fell unnoticed down her cheek.

 Unfortunately, nothing seems to happen as Mistral tries to revive Grey. The latticework heart remains on the deck, pulsing with prime as though beating.

 Suddenly, the group is faced with another problem a BOOM out in the distance and a CRASH of an impact to the side of the boat. Out in the distance, a small boat (absolutely tiny compared to the SS Grey approaches, flying the black skull and crossbones.

 Pirates...