The Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse

Parting Ways

"Marcus? Marcus. Marcus, how old are you sweetie?" Juniper clasped her hands together in a pleading motion, crouching down as she did. Peering behind her was the same group of guys from earlier along with a few other unknown faces.

"Well I am like, 14? No 13! No 12! I mean 10! Actu-" Juniper gets closer to Marcus with her hand covering his mouth and a wide-eyed expression as she spoke.

"Okay that is enough hehe." She said nervously.
"What did you have for me?" Her hands gently remove themselves from Marcus as she snaps her neck to leer backwards at the groups of people; they themselves turn away in a fit of awkwardness.

"Leviare told me to give this to you. It should help both of you guys connect better." He reaches behind himself and peels over a scroll loosely wrapped in teal ribbons. As Juniper strips the scroll of its string attire, the lettering appears jumbled up and unintelligible. Whatever thing she was made to read couldn't be deciphered at first and then, a few words began to form in real time.

The scroll had a faint glow of oceanic blue until the transition of words came to a halt. Marcus rather curiously glues his eyes just above the paper, he pressed his snout tickling the edges as he tried for a better look, against Juniper's wishes. Scanning the paper like a shark smelling blood, calmly and meticulous in her approach.

"Haste is needed in this moment. The ocean and the world must be saved before it's too late. Find Crowell, he kno-"

"What? Where are the rest of the words? Why can't I read them?" Juniper looks towards Marcus.

"He did say the words might get jumbled up if any other magic is nearby. Just to protect it from anyone trying to take the letter." Marcus takes a look around but doesn't hint at an inkling of magic nearby.

"Leviare is super cautious huh?"

"Very!"

"Alright get going. I'm getting more stares by the minute. I've gotta return back to my party." She stands up, tucking away the scroll.

"Okay. Bye!" Marcus turns around the corner of the back of the building, running. Eventually, he disappears into the loose crowd of people.

The three blue-skinned men stare, practically bug-eyed as they see Marcus run off. Their eyes meeting with each other as they ping back to Juniper.

"Oh get a fucking grip! I'm going home." Juniper's tail flickers in annoyance as she walks back to the Inn in a sassy manner. A mild confusion paints her face as she thinks back on the scroll. Crowell's name hadn't been mentioned for quite some time but the need to go see him being as prevalent as it is now; her eyes magnified, her strut tightened, and though she looked ahead her vision wasn't clear as she contemplated.

Making her way back to the Inn safely, she passes the empty front desk heading up the stairs. Silvia was reclined in a chair furthest from the door, legs kicked up on the corner of one of the beds. Johnny laid nearby with his mechanical leg in his arms. Juniper makes her way to the other king-sized bed as she faces a deep-seated Azreal completely face-planted into the singular pillow the bed provided. There was hardly any room for Juniper to find but in moving his appendages a bit she compacted herself between his arms, barely awaking him.

A familiar voice crept her mind as she closed her eyes. "Now's your chance Juni, your man is waiting for you. I'm sure he is just itching to see you." Juniper's rather sultry voice played back to her as it had before albeit independent of her personal thoughts. She did her best to ignore the voice, the only thing distracting her is Azreal's subtle groans as he lightly squeezed Juniper's arm. Facing towards him she curled up, her tail cupping Azreal's bottom as she took a deep breathe into slumber.