Deicide

January 24 23XX

"Howlan, have you seen my flask?"

"No drinking on the job, Bird." Howlan finished smoothing out his own hair and pulling on a fresh set of clothes.

"But-"

"No buts. Now get ready to go, or we'll be late." Howlan tossed Eden's mask to him.

"Okay," Eden whined, wrapping his wings into his tattoo and clipping his mask on. After slipping on a coat, he grabbed his two keys attached to a chain, and waited outside for Howlan.

"Alright, let's go." Howlan stepped outside with a small collapsed bow and his leather pouch.

Eden locked the door and put his chain around his neck, and they took off towards the Eastern docks.

"You're late." Ms. Dixon was standing at the front gate, arms crossed and Glasses on.

"Sorry about that, let's get going." Eden took off through the gate, walking along rows of differently styled ships.

"You must keep your gear on your ship," Ms. Dixon commented, noting the lack of any weaponry.

"Oh, actually, I got into a fight last night and broke my weapon. We'll make a pit stop to gear up before Zadkiel." Eden approached a black Ship towards the end of the docks.

"That's not- fine." Ms. Dixon huffed a little, but complied.

"Lovely." Eden pulled his chain out and grabbed the second key, slipping it into a slot next to the door. Something clicked, and he pulled it open. The inside of the ship was nice, classic. It looked more like a small studio than anything. There was a ladder leading to the upper level, where steering and driving took place. The main area held a few leather seats, a table with a record player on it, a shelf next to it with multiple records in sleeves, a door leading to the bathroom, and a couple of lockers. There was even a minifridge. "Please wait here Ms. Dixon. Howlan, up with me."

The two made their way up to the top level.

"Where should we go for gear?" Eden set his own Glasses into a small dock on the dashboard and began tapping on a Glass interface.

"Ianthe is pretty close, and it's advanced." Howlan pointed at something on the display.

"Ianthe it is, I'll set it on autopilot." Eden tapped a few more times, before disappearing back down the ladder. "Ms. Dixon, we'll be stopping at Ianthe first. We should be taking off to Zadkiel before noon, and we'll be arriving at Ianthe in about twenty minutes." Eden pulled a record out of a sleeve and set it on the player.

"Right." She sat back in a seat and crossed her legs, folding her hands in her lap. She seemed to be doing something on her Glasses.

After twenty minutes and two records, the Ship touched down and docked.

"Woohoo." Eden hopped out, waiting for Howlan and Ms. Dixon to follow before locking the door and slipping his chain back into his shirt.

"Alright, there should be a gear square nearby." Howlan took off towards the gate, then down a street to the left. "There." He pointed to a brightly lit shop with zero people inside. Which was odd, seeing as the shelves were fully stocked.

"Hello?" Eden waltzed in, looking back and forth. He glanced back at Howlan, who shrugged. "Well then, swords." He walked over to the section of the store labeled 'Melee'. After grabbing a few, none felt exactly right. They were all too heavy, too light, too wide or too long.

"Maybe you should get a gun or something instead?" Howlan glanced around. There were staffs, bows, arrows, guns, gloves, masks, coats.

"Maybe." Eden frowned, getting ready to step away before something caught his eye. "This shouldn't be here." He reached down and grabbed what looked like a black hilt. It was about a foot long, and there was no blade. He hummed a little, before holding it out. Nothing happened. He looked back to the shelf, where a short cylindrical piece sat. "Maybe it's broken," He grabbed the piece and attached it to the bottom of the hilt. Immediately, a bright purple beam shot out of the end.