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Grian was hunched over his desk, pencil scribbling aimlessly across the blueprints sent to him earlier in the day to be looked over, his eyes not truly focusing on what he was writing. The Academy told him to fix it up, make it more presentable and to find an alternative solution other than his, “Bombs”, as the Head Scientists and Technology council called it. It wasn’t bombs; they’re just simple devices hidden around ships that explode into a cloud of toxic gas to knock out invaders. It was to protect civilian ships being attacked by Spacer Pirates. That’s why he so blatantly noted on the page in big letters to keep gas masks on ships.
So lost in his own thoughts, grumpy about his idea’s being denied again , a knock came from the door to his lab. Dropping his pencil from his tight grip, Grian pushed back from his chair standing up and heading over to the door. Who would be knocking at his door this late? Everyone should have gone home by now. He thought to himself unlocking the chain lock on the door before turning the handle, slowly opening the door to reveal his boss.
There stood the Headmaster of the academy, DocM77. His face void of emotion, his robotic eye glowed brightly from the dimly lit hallway, wearing his dirtied lab coat, dark hair looking disheveled as always from around his metal goat horns. He held out a rolled up piece of parchment paper awkwardly toward Grian and he immediately felt himself start to sweat nervously as grabbed the paper from Doc, looking up at the creeper hybrid with a strained smile.
Doc nodded his head silently in goodnight, turning and immediately heading down the hallway toward the exit of the building. Grian stood there, perplexed, looking at the spot Doc disappeared to around a corner. Slowly, he closed the door, locking it, taking a step back looking down at the parchment held lightly in his fist. Swallowing nothing out of nervousness, with shaky hands Grian undid the little tie and unrolled the paper before reading what it said.
Dear Grian,
We are giving you this letter in hopes you will take our generous offer of being the head of our panel at the ‘Scientific Research to Better Species Kind’ convention. You are our most prestigious scholar at ‘The Academy of Sciences’ and Technology’, it would be in your best interest to go to this convention and further your career. Please reconsider your decision. When you have made up your mind, we will be eagerly awaiting for a response to set up the trip.
I’m not telling you this only as your boss, but as a friend too. Grian, you are the smartest person in this academy; it would be a shame for you to throw this opportunity out the window and stay locked up in your lab.
Kind Regards,
DocM77 and The Science and Technology Council
Grian pursed his lips running a hand down his face suddenly feeling so tired, his wings drooping behind him, primaries now dragging along the floor. He crumples the piece of paper in his hands, which Grian had no idea why Doc decided to give him a letter of all things, might be the fact he’s been ignoring every message from the scientist since his first request and the fact the man is awkward enough to not speak to him about it and deliver said letter himself.
Grian didn’t want to go though, but a part of him tells him maybe it would change his life, maybe his friend was right. He stares at the crumbled letter for a moment in thought, all he does is stay at the academy locked up in his lab working on whatever the head scientists tell him too. Whatever original idea’s he brings to them, the one’s he is really proud of; he gets denied. They’re “Far too dangerous, you need to stop this nonsense and work on what truly matters…” blah blah blah. Maybe doing this convention will prove to them his ideas matter.
The sound of rain starting to lightly beat against the window beside his desk makes Grian look up and outside, the Academy’s lights making the raindrops sparkle and shine against the window in the gloomy night. He sighs heavily before tossing the paper carelessly into the trash bin beside his desk. Grian sits down, pulls his wings up tight against his back to lay back lazily in his chair before tossing his feet up over the blueprints and chemicals covering the desk, more of the important stuff he’s supposed to be working on. He pulls out his long ignored communicator dismissing the many unread messages and finally responds to his boss saying he’ll go. He just hopes he won’t regret it.
A week later Grian stands in front of the body mirror in his room, looking over his outfit making sure he’s presentable having to look his best to represent the academy. His eyes looked up and down his small frame, adjusting the pendant around the collar of his blouse and trailing his fingers down along the ruffles of the front making sure the buttons were secured until he reached the fine green corset around his abdomen tightening the knot at the bottom of the strings holding it in place. His light brown pants, rolled up to just below his knees held neatly by two gold buttons on the sides of the pants, and his green high length socks held firmly up by the garter around his calves. Grian bends down, adjusting the bow on the front of his shoes, clicking the heels together when he was happy with how he looked.
Grian swiftly grabbed a hold of his long red coat pulling it on over his shoulders making sure his wings are situated comfortably through the wing holes, straightening the planet pins along the left side of the flared collar, before grabbing his side bag, throwing it over his shoulder and leaving his house.
Half a day's travel later from the local city port, Grian arrives at the port city known as Crescentia. A well known trading port city that has hundreds of docks with many ships, going in and out from all over the universe. He’s boarding a final ship headed to the planet that will hold the science convention. While waiting for take off, Grian held tightly onto the strap of his side bag, looking out over the beautiful curve the man made city has, made to resemble a crescent moon.
Soon enough the captain calls for take off and Grian makes his way below deck, the ship he’s taking has small rooms for passengers, a lot like a train made for long distances; since this trip will take an entire day flying through the Etherium. He quickly settles into his room, placing his bag filled with all his research and blueprints on the small table beside the cot before sitting down on the bench on the opposite side. He stretches his arms above his head, wings flaring out as far as they could in the tiny space before relaxing back into the seat, letting out a heavy sigh. It's going to be a long trip , Grian thought as he pulled out a book from his bag.
By the time the ship reached the Etherium layer of space, an explosion rang out and the whole ship began to shake. Shouting was immediately heard from above on deck as Grian quickly stood up, wings puffing up in fear, tossing his book back into his bag and grabbing the strap and pulling it over his head before shoving open the door to his tiny room. Out in the hall many other passengers were looking around worriedly as attendants told them to go back into their rooms.
Grian pursed his lips unsure why he felt the need to go up and look. Pushing past the people, Grian makes his way up the stairs to the deck where the sound of gunfire and shouting becomes much clearer.
Grian paused halfway up the stairs, wondering why he was going up there in the first place. There was no reason for him to be up there if the ship was under attack he wouldn’t be useful in the slightest. Groaning in frustration he quickly turned back around to make his way back to the room when a female voice shouted at him.
“You! Come with me now!” She commanded, the sound of a gun being cocked echoed loudly in Grian’s ears.
Putting his hands up in surrender, wings held tightly to his body, Grian slowly turned around looking up at a pirate . She wore a dark blue waist coat with golden buttons looking dirty and worn over a white shirt with poofy sleeves, pants almost matching the coat were a dark navy blue and a pair of knee high leather boots. Her long brown hair was a mess around wolf ears that twitched in agitation, a few braids with strands of red cloth woven into them framed her face. Her sneer and light blue eyes are intimidating enough to make Grian walk up the rest of the way, the pirate following closely behind with the pistol aimed at his back.
“Whatcha got there Pearl?” A new voice spoke, coming into Grian’s view making him cower slightly as another pirate approached. Well if it isn’t his lucky day, the ship he boarded was attacked by pirates . He thought in annoyance.
The new pirate wore a plain white button up shirt, a few buttons at the top unbuttoned showing off dark tanned skin, his grin held a couple golden teeth and dark brown eyes looking Grian up and down. His hair was a short cut dark brown with a red bandana tied around his head. He wore simple dark grey pants with a few holes around the knees and some leather boots to finish it off.
“He looks rich, might have stuff for us. Or a good prisoner held for ransom.” The pirate, Pearl said with a hint of laughter before continuing, “Go let the Captain know Bdubs.” she spoke quickly.
Grian made a noise of indignation, turning his head to look back at Pearl with a glare. Bdubs gave a shrug before running off toward the large pirate ship docked beside the travel ship.
Grian’s jaw dropped as his eyes followed Bdubs, finally getting a good look at the ship. He looked up in awe at the 2 sets of masts holding up massive mismatching looking solar sails jutting tall out from the brig pirate ship. The wood of the ship looked to be made of multiple different types of wood as well in patched areas, as if patched up by using other ships.
“Come now, onto the ship!” Pearl singsonged as she pushed lightly on his shoulder to get Grain to walk to the ship. He stepped up onto the plank that was laid down to connect the ships, carefully walking across it not daring to think about the endless void of space below them.
Grian clutched tighter onto the strap of his bag, knuckles white at how hard he was gripping as he stepped onto the pirate ship. He stared wide eyed, looking up the tall expanse of the middle mast seeing the crows nest at the top, someone was perched up top looking around for the authorities Grian assumes. He looked around, wondering if any more pirates were around, suddenly more curious than scared.
Suddenly the sound of a bell ringing and a shout from the crows nest as whoever was up there quickly climbed down the ladder. Grian heard Pearl curse, grabbing onto his upper arm and dragging him below deck. He noticed in the distance, navy ships approaching and prayed they wouldn’t just destroy the pirate ship with him aboard it.
They walked past a kitchen area where a long table with chairs lining along the sides with a bigger ornate looking chair at the head of it, eventually into a tiny room with some barrels and a couple chairs. Pearl motioned for Grian to take a seat on one and he reluctantly did as told, moving his bag onto his lap clutching it to his chest.
“ Stay here. Don’t make me tie you up, yeah?” Pearl said before sprinting off, her wolf tail swishing behind her, back to the top deck Grian assumed.
With Pearl gone, Grian immediately started digging through his bag looking for his communicator to call for help or send a message to anyone saying what’s happening. After a few minutes of shoving papers and books left and right, dread filled the pit in his stomach, hands starting to shake realizing the device was not in his bag, more than likely left on the small table in the other ship. Grian groaned loudly, running his hands through his hair tugging the strands slightly while doing so in frustration. Of course you’d leave it behind! He internally yelled at himself, rubbing the palms of his hands into his eyes. He was here for the long haul.
The ship jolted sometime later coming to a stop, causing Grian to almost fall out of his chair before righting himself again looking up at the wooden ceiling wondering what the heck was going on up there. He wondered if they’d gotten away from the authorities, it makes the most logical sense as to why they suddenly stopped. But also, why him? Why did he have to get taken as hostage, why did his stupid gut instinct tell him to leave the room, to go see what is happening.
Grian pursed his lips and stood up, wings readjusting to sit more comfortably against his back instead of being tight and rigid. He took a few calming breaths, eyes closed before nodding his head and stepping out of the room. He wasn’t just going to be holed up in a room against his will, he’d rather face whoever these people were, so he made his way toward the stairs leading to the top.
“Where do you think you’re going?” A new voice spoke, making Grian shriek wings puffing up as he whirled around toward the kitchen where the voice came from.
The man laughed, making Grian feel his face heat up, a blush creeping on his face at the embarrassing noise that came from his mouth. The man wore a simple black shirt with a white dirty apron over it, dark pants with some black boots, and his hair a buzz cut.
“I’m not being holed up alone in a room for god knows how long!” Grian mustered up the courage to speak in a defiant tone, glowering up at the man. “Plus, I will not make it easy for you guys to keep me captive.”
The pirate shook his head before turning back around to whatever it was he was cooking on the stoves, speaking with a sarcastic tone, “Yeah, I can see you will be a big nuisance!”
Grian gaped, staring at the pirates back wondering why in the world he would just turn his back on some stranger like that. What if Grian had a weapon? Then it sunk in, his tone and usage of words. He gasped and then huffed, turning away stomping toward the stairs not wanting to deal with whoever that was any longer.
“I get captured, I get put into a room, I get made fun of!” Grian grumbled to himself reaching the top deck, looking around for anybody. “How can this day get any worse?”
“Oh I don’t know, we could kill you?” Pearl's voice said from behind him, yet again making Grian jump but this time holding in his shout.
Grian whirled around, glaring at the wolf hybrid, wings puffing up to make himself seem bigger and more threatening.
“Whoa, calm down!” Pearl held up her hands with a small smile on her face. “I was just on my way to grab you to bring to the Captain.”
Grian relaxed just a tiny bit, keeping his head held high he nodded following Pearl to the captains quarters that was in the room between two stairs that went up to the helm. Pearl knocked on the door twice before a voice could be heard telling her to come in. She opened up the door, revealing a nice room with a table in the middle with a projector showing off the many galaxies and planets. To the left of the table was a queen sized bed tucked into a nook left of the door. Behind the table was a desk, where a man sat face covered by the projector.
“Oh! You brought him!” The captain spoke, standing up from his desk rounding it and the projector. Grian took a smell step back as the captain came into view, he had to crane his neck to look up at the mans grinning face.
This pirate captain wore a tricorne brown hat with gold rimming on top a head of messy brown hair parted to the right covering his forehead slightly. His green eyes shone with something unfamiliar to Grian as he looked him up and down. Across his right cheek and over the bridge of his nose was a scar, adding to the man's handsomeness in Grian’s opinion. Tanned skin with even more smaller scars showed with toned pecs and muscles peek out from the pirate's parted shirt unbuttoned all the way down to his lower stomach where it tucked into his high waisted green pants. Around the waist a red sash was tied holding up an ornate looking pistol against his side. Finishing off the look was nice looking lace up knee high boots with a gold buckle on each foot.
The captain twirled his thin looking cane before leaning against it casually smiling down at Grian before speaking, “And who might you be?” his voice laced with silk, a friendly tone making Grian feel oddly safe.
“G-Grian.” He cursed internally for the stutter and cleared his throat holding his hand out, the captain taking it. Grian noticed how much bigger and rougher and scarred the hands were compared to his own before dropping his own back to his side.
“Captain Scar, but you can just call me Scar.” Scar replied, winking before continuing. “Truly I am sorry for taking you hostage. I trust Pearl’s judgement and she says you looked fancy enough to probably offer us something hm?” he leaned in closer, both hands resting on the skull ornament atop the cane, getting eye level with Grian.
Grian’s eyebrows drew together, looking angry but was honestly just confused. “I don’t have anything. Heck, even my family wouldn’t pay to get me back.” That wasn’t necessarily true, it would take a lot of convincing but they probably would eventually, not that he would let these pirates know.
Scar hummed in response, eyes moving to look at the bag Grain held. His hands move to grip his bag tighter unconsciously to protect his work. The movement didn’t go unnoticed by Scar’s keen eyes though.
“Then whatchu got in the bag?” Scar asked curiously and swiftly reaching for the bag, tugging it off Grian’s shoulder and out of his hands. Grian protested moving to try and grab it back with a shout but Pearl was quick and grabbed his arm pulling him away from Scar.
That’s when the doors opened and Bdubs came up to stand beside Scar looking at the bag curiously. “Oooh? Does the bird have something nice for us?” he asked as he followed Scar to his desk.
“I have a name!” Grian bristled, wings flaring a tiny bit at the nickname.
Bdubs waved him off with an eye roll. Grian glared heatedly at Bdubs when Pearl walked him over to stand in front of the desk that Scar now sat at again with Bdubs at his side, looking through his bag. He unceremoniously poured out the contents, the books and rolled up blueprints and notes spreading across the desk, some falling to the floor, as well as another outfit flopping down on top of the items.
Grian whined slightly, hating seeing his things treated so carelessly, especially his life's work. That now no one of importance would get to see since being taken by these pirates. He watched as Scar unrolled one of the blueprints until it was opened, projecting out one of his weapons in fine detail.
“Woah! These are projectors?” Scar said in awe, moving to stand once again walking to the map projection in the center of the room, turning it off and placing the paper down onto the table. He looked over the projection, examining the details of what is a bomb essencially, that will explode into other tiny explosives.
“You designed this?” Bdubs asked, looking at Grian with a skeptical eye.
Grian bristled again, glaring. “Of course I did, why would I carry something I didn’t make?”
Scar hummed again, looking at Grian with an intrigued glint in his eye. He rolled the paper back up, holding it out for Grian to take. Grian hesitated a second before slowly reaching up and grabbing the roll, tucking it under his arm, looking at Scar with a slight tilt to his head in question.
“I think Mumbo should have a look at these, if they are all blueprints of some kind.” Scar said in a slow tone, looking over at Bdubs smiling brightly speaking again, “Go get him for me?”
Bdubs sighed but nodded, leaving the room once again to go find the person asked for.
“Why don’t we make a deal?” Scar asked, clasping his hands together in front of his chest staring down at Grian with a smirk.
Grian stood up a little straighter, eyebrows going up in surprise at the captain not outright just stealing his designs. Scar looked at Pearl and jutted his chin toward the door, silently telling her it’s okay to leave. Grian watched her bow her head slightly before leaving, closing the door behind her, leaving him alone with the pirate captain. He felt nervous suddenly, palms starting to sweat, wings pulling tighter to his back. He rubbed his hands against the front of his thighs looking anywhere but at Scar.
“Normally, I would just take these then send you on your way.” Scar started, walking closer to Grian, circling him slowly as he spoke. “But, I noticed The Sciences’ and Technology academy's symbol watermarking the designs. Do you know how to build them? Or do you only design?”
Grian felt himself tense up further as Scar circled around him, he turned his head following Scar as much as he could with his eyes before having to turn his head to look the other way to catch sight of him again.
“Only certain things. I can build explosives rather well, but I also experiment with chemicals.” Grian replied, unsure why he was willingly telling Scar these things.
“Great!” Scar beamed, clasping his hands together. “So if I were to ask you to show my engineer your designs, could you.. I don’t know..” he motioned with his hands in a circular motion before ending it off in a tiny shrug. “Build them for my ship?”
Grian blinked owlishly, mouth going slack as he processed what he was asked to do. Nobody has ever taken interest in his designs, they call it dangerous, unorthodox, calling him a little unhinged at how excited he was about explosives. Scar was giving him a chance to create them, to make them a reality.
Right as Grian was about to answer, the doors opened once more. Grian turned slightly to see who entered the room. A tall man with dark moth anteni jutting from his black hair, an impressive mustache adorn his top lip where he smiled looking between the two. He straightened out his black suit jacket and white button up shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles on his trousers before speaking.
“You called for me?” The man asked as Grian stared at him in utter confusion as to why a finely dressed man was on a pirate ship, and this was probably the engineer Scar had mentioned moments before. So why the heck was he so nice looking?
“Mumbo!” Scar said happily, motioning for Mumbo to come forth more. “This is Grian, he is going to show you his work and you’re gonna help him make some stuff!”
Grian snapped his head back to Scar, pointing a finger out at him. “Hey! I never said I agreed to what you ask!”
Scar waved a hand at him dismissively, Mumbo letting out an audible sigh.
“I knew you were going to say yes.” Scar said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “So why not save you the trouble of trying to talk yourself out of it in that pretty little head of yours.” Scar says, walking back over to his desk, looking over all the stuff he dumped onto it from Grian’s bag.
Pretty little head- Grian flushed, glaring daggers at Scar’s back. Mumbo moved to stand next to Grian, looking down at him with a sheepish smile.
“Scar is very… excitable.” Mumbo whispered, leaning down slightly closer to Grian before straightening up again. Grain let out a breath through his nose, wondering what the heck he has gotten himself into.
The three of them discussed more about Grian’s blueprints for the better part of an hour before he finds himself back below deck, in a private quarters that he would consider as a lab, and a promise made to Scar to build one of his canons for the ship. Mumbo was showing him around the room, where he keeps all his tools and technology to fix whatever problems may arise. He shows Grian, with excited words, the empty hollow of a blaster cannon they could use to convert the cannon Grian has come up with.
Grian’s design would basically shoot out powerful bursts of TNT, exploding in a wider range and more devastating damage done to whatever is hit. Unlike the regular plasma cannons most naval ships have, that Scar apparently stole off naval ships and placed them on his own with the help of Mumbo.
Mumbo left a few minutes ago, leaving Grian alone inside of the room. He took a seat in a chair, dropping his head into his hands letting out a heavy sigh. He closed his eyes tightly. How did he end up in this situation? Captured by pirates only to end up working for their captain who was honestly really annoying. During their hour-long talk, he kept answering on Grian's behalf as if he knew what Grian wanted. Annoyingly enough Scar was always right which irked Grian more than it should've. At least Mumbo was reasonable and friendly.
Grian looked up at the sound of Mumbo returning with a bag of supplies, tossing it onto the large table at the far left wall.
“So I was thinking, we could try to get some mechanical parts done with whatever time we have left in the day. It'll be bloody difficult but..” Mumbo trailed off looking over at Grian with a smile. “You made all those blueprints, you're smart. We'll get some of it done today.”
Grian couldn't help but flush at the compliment. He cleared his throat quickly standing up, wings quivering behind him out of nervousness.
“Yeah.. Yes. Let's get to work. The faster we get this done, the faster I get to leave.” Grian said, trying to hide the excitement to actually build one of his inventions, the other half of him wanting this done as fast as possible.
Hours later, Mumbo and Grian were hunched over a desk scribbling on a piece of paper and muttering close together. Scar stood at the doorway to the engineers room, watching the two work for a few more moments. He looked at the avains back, admiring the light brown feathers that fade into a cream color at the tips of some feathers. Watching the way they fluttered and swayed as he talked with his hands, as if they were talking with him. He isn’t a stranger to wings, hell, Mumbo has wings, sure they’re moth wings but wings nonetheless. The engineer just keeps them hidden with magic because insect wings are very fragile, and with his line of work they’d be gone with a snap of a finger. Shaking his head to get rid of his wandering thoughts or else he’d be stuck in his head for hours just thinking instead of doing what he came here to do. Scar easily rapped his knuckles on the door frame to get the two hybrids' attention.
Grian jumps at the sound, feathers puffing as he whirled around at the sudden noise. He relaxed seeing it was Captain Scar, giving him a small glare at the smirk forming the man's scarred face at his jumpiness.
“Impulse finished dinner! Now you two stop your silly little work and come eat.” Scar grinned at the two of them before turning and leaving.
Mumbo lets out an excited “oh!” before stretching out his back and heading toward the door, leaving Grian at the desk fighting with himself if he should go eat. His stomach growled at the thought of food but Grian did not want to eat with the crew.
“Mumbo?” Grian called out before he left the room completely, nibbling his lower lip nervously.
“Yeah?” Mumbo paused at the door, turning his head to look back at Grian still at the desk.
“Is it okay for me to eat here? ” Grian motioned to the room, hoping someone would bring him food so he didn’t have to go out himself.
Mumbo gave him a confused look, eyebrows drawing together slightly giving a nod. “Sure.. I’ll come down with a plate for you.” he said slowly before leaving again.
Grian let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding, leaning heavily back against the desk, hands on the edge gripping it to keep himself up right. Taking a moment to himself he turned back around, dragging a chair over to the desk before taking a seat adjusting his wings comfortably behind him before continuing the work he and Mumbo were doing.
Some minutes later Grian heard footsteps approaching, he didn't bother turning around before speaking, “Thanks Mumbo, you can just set it here.”
“Oh pip cheerio, bloody good meal for you innit?” An awfully fake, kind of offensive, british accent came in response and a chuckle as a plate was set beside him.
Grian turned quickly, looking up to see Captain Scar with a shit eating grin. He glowered, wings twitching in agitation at the captain's teasing. Grabbing the plate rather aggressively and moving it in front of himself looking down at what was brought to him. He was pleasantly surprised it was an actual meal, some chicken drums, vegetables and potatoes piled onto the plate.
“That was the most awful accent I have ever heard.” Grian said, picking up the fork placed beside him. “Quite frankly, offensive.” he added with a snark in his voice.
“Oi, don’t make fun of me accent!” Scar continued on with the accent laughing, pulling up a chair to sit beside Grian at the desk, placing a wooden cup with some sort of drink beside the plate.
Grian now fully faced Captain Scar with a glare. Jabbing his fork in the air at him, “You’re so annoying!” He then tore a piece of chicken off its bone with the fork, shoving it into his mouth. Groaning quietly to himself at the taste.
“Why thank you.” Scar said, sounding pleased with himself, leaning back in his chair lazily watching Grian eat. “Impulse, our cook, makes everything. I can give compliments to him.”
Grian rolled his eyes, continuing to eat some more of the other food on the plate. His Wings were still twitching in agitation as he felt Captain Scar’s eyes on him.
“You can go.” Grian deadpanned, moving to grab the drink before pausing looking into the cup sniffing it. His nose wrinkled at the scent of alcohol. He didn't have a problem with alcohol, he just didn’t expect it to be that, though it makes sense of them being pirates and all.
“Don’t like wine?” Scar asked with a tilt of his head, blatantly ignoring Grian’s queue for him to leave.
Grian ignored him, taking a sip of it, eyebrows going up at the taste. This tasted expensive . He side eyed Captain Scar, wondering if he should question him or not. Pirates looted and stole everything, of course they would have nice wine. But why give him some of it?
“I said you can leave.” Grian said, setting the cup down and continuing to eat the rest of his food.
Scar shrugged, scooting the chair back making it scrape against the wooden floor irritatingly, before standing up, tapping his fingers on the desk before speaking, “I’ve told Mumbo you can stay in this room while you two are working on the cannon. A cot will be brought in here later.”
Grian watched as Captain Scar left the room, closing the door behind him. He turned back to look down at his almost empty plate now, all left was some bones from the chicken and a few veggies. Grian pushed the plate to the side, grabbing the cup and throwing his head back, chugging the rest of the wine down. He looked around the room from his seat, it was sizable, very generous of Captain Scar letting him stay in here for the coming week while working on the cannon.
True to Captain Scar’s words, Mumbo returned an hour later dragging in a cot behind him as well as his bag he’d left in Scar’s room, placing it against a wall. They exchanged a few words, making plans to work tomorrow morning to see what all they will need to get for this cannon to work properly. After saying his goodnight, Mumbo left for the night.
Grian pulled out his other clothes from the bag, moving to start undoing his corset when he paused. He quickly makes his way towards the door, pushing a chair in front of it since there was no lock before going back to the bed. He undresses slowly, before putting on the simpler clothes to sleep in. Folding up his day clothes and putting them neatly back into his bag Grian sits down on the edge of the cot, flopping back onto the pillows with a heavy sigh. This coming week was going to be
eventful
.