Bygone

15

Above

"It's not many times that anyone's intelligence can impress me." Orion remarked, staring down onto the etchings in the barren soil.

The four of them stood around the rugged image that Marcus had (to his best ability) drawn upon for Wynn to mark on. The perimeter of Clypeum's walls, the general wall section. It was easy enough for the juvenile to understand and even more so for the four of them. He just hoped the little wyvern was correct.

Orion lifted his eyes back and far toward the shielded city, clicking something on the side of his ear. An extension flushed out and formed into a pseudo-spyglass for the Prime that aimed right toward the sectional area of the walls that Wynn drew upon.

"But in regards to your little friend, this level of acumen is the benchmark for their species." He commented on, and to a certain extent even complimented, the dragon.

The three of them listened as he scoffed with a snicker. Must've meant something was right.

"Wynn's memory is truly impeccable." The Prime began, tapping back on the extension and rotating back to face the elemental triad and their companion.
"If he'd just marked a little higher, I would've taken to chance that you'd found yourselves one of Res Novae's robots." He continued on, stopping himself at the end of the sentence and took the company to thought.

Lifting his bracer, which was almost similar in construction and manufacturing to their own, and kept in the center for all of them to see, light manifested from the small projector at the side and showed them the entire perimeter of the city walls.

"However," He spoke out.

Orion sighed a little louder this time, with the same perimeter being marked by another red outline just beyond it with the main entrance being whited out.

"There's a slight obstacle which we'll need to overcome if it means your safety in entering Clypeum." He let on.
"There lies a full day to night cycle patrol unit that ensures nothing can weaken, sabotage or, in our case, climb the wall; though I doubt they'll be prepared for climbers after the infamous reputation of the wall being unscalable."
"And that's not even the least of our worries."

All of them kept silent, both Marcus and Jaclyn looking at their weapons while Chloe studied their behaviour. This was their ticket in, if Orion wasn't just messing around with them. And it was a little hard to believe, having known that Primes tended to have played with their prey before even thinking of how they were going to mutilate them.

But Chloe trusted Marcus' instinct, even if there was nothing that she knew about that same instinct. But if he could somehow learn to trust someone who claimed to be against the side that killed their predecessors, why couldn't she and Jaclyn even come close to trying the same. They just needed to keep their guard up in case Marcus' instincts were wrong.

"Okay," The Lucerne began, "let's just prepare the absolutely needed things in the smaller packs and hide the rest of our stuff in the forest bushes and we'll finalise."

Marcus raised herself back up to Chloe, a little interested in how each of them had taken an almost shared leadership role. It was almost.. comforting, to know that they were slowly beginning to have each other's backs, regardless of how incapable they were of tolerating each other.

They all went their ways to pack up the campsite, both girls leaving to clean up the fire and whatever else they'd left behind. Orion watched as the Feurno strut toward his tent, the wyvern taking a hop or two before lifting himself up and onto his shoulder.

There was still something he felt was off about each and every single one of them. They were so unlike their elemental forebears. He still couldn't put his finger on it, but there was definitely something within them other than just having handled Robin that made them different, made them disparate.