The Four Cardinals
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"Yes, I suppose so."
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"You aren't happy?" She asked, confused. "I thought you would want to see her?"
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"I want to free her, preferably." He sighed, shaking his head. "I'm worried seeing her would've only given false hope to the two to us."
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"Oh, I see." She said, thinking that over. "I'm sorry."
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"It's alright," he mumbled.
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Jeanie fell quiet as they walked, until an unfamiliar, lilting voice called out to them.
"Oh! Hello human people!"
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Hawthorne looked up, confused by being called a 'human person.' "Yes?"
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A girl was sitting on a rock at the shoreline, bare feet in the water. This girl looked less like a pirate than Jean, with long, flowy black hair and even flowier dresses made of a light material that seemed to float on the breeze. She had pretty, soft features and a faraway gaze. She waved again as they spotted her. "Hello! You are a worlpool right now!" She said, voice like a summer breeze.
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"Before we get started, shall we head up to somewhere more comfortable?" Atlantis suggested, a salty sea breeze rustling her black silk gown.
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"All right I suppose, but I ain't comin' 'ere for a hike." Timor said.
Mirage gave a slight nod.
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"We all know you didn't, Captain Raspith. I'm quite sure you'd sooner jump into shark-infested waters covered in blood than work hard at least once in your sorry life." Atlantis observed, already sweeping up the sandy pathway towards the Cardinals's usual meeting place.
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"Aye, know me well don't ya love?" He said with a lopsided grin.
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"Keep your friends close and keep your enemies closer." The Northern Cardinal airily replied.
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"There should be a third cata-gory in there somewhere that also involves closeness." He winked.
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Atlantis only regarded him with an unreadable expression before turning away and quickening her pace. Patience, Atlantis, patience. Someday, you'll get to kill that wet rat and sink his ship... She silently thought, forcing herself to take calm, even breaths.
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He seemed to know he was getting under her skin and enjoyed that knowledge. "Aww, givin' me the silent treatment now?"
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"Or perhaps I'm saving your life, Captain Raspith." Atlantis quietly replied. By finding the willpower not to put a lightning bolt through your head. She silently added.
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"Aw, I knew ya cared love!" He said.
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"Don't test me, Cardinal of the West." Atlantis warned, her facade of infinite calm never once cracking.
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"Who's testin'? I'm just here, mindin' my own." He clasped his hands behind his back innocently.
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Atlantis didn't deign to even acknowledge that remark with a withering glance. Instead, with her head held high and her shoulders squared, she marched away before she did something she'd regret later.
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Timor's laughter could be heard behind her.
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By the time the four Cardinals reached the top of the pathway leading up from the docks, Atlantis was already heading inside the towering, open-air stone pavilion that's domed roof was held up by a circle of ornately carved pillars. There were four stone, throne-like chairs sitting in a circle, one for each direction.
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Mirage sat in his calmly, looking almost like a somewhat bored king.
Timor draped himself over his sideway, feet dangling over the arm of the throne that his head wasn't resting on.
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"I'm like a whirlpool? What's that supposed to mean?" he called.
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"It means exactly what I said." She replied pleasantly.
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Atlantis sat upon her throne of gold-veined white marble with all the elegance and poise of an empress, looking calm and composed.
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"Now, to buisness?" Mirage asked.
"To buisness!" Timor responded as more of a heer than an agreement. He lifted the flask he'd brought with him as he said it before taking a swig.
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For Atlantis, there was a subtle shift in her demeanour. She went from the polite, regal empress to a steely, cutthroat pirate queen. "Yes, first things first. Mirage Audun, I want my crew member, Elowen Johnson, back. What do you want in exchange for her?" She tilted her head slightly, golden eyes burning into Mirage's.
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Hawthorne glanced at Jean, wondering if she understood what the strange girl was talking about. "I can't be a whirlpool."