10-03-2016, 05:34 PM
They were led through the compound that looked and felt like a military base rather than a house. Suppose that explained all the construction. The marine guiding their way took them through a training arena, and men, built solid as a ship, and almost as large, seemed to be doing some sort of physical training. Elias wasn't exactly into exercise. Walking from his room to the kitchen was his big excursion for the day. Or it used to be, back in Utah. In New Zealand, he was outside far more. He walked beaches, even dared himself to get in the ice-cold ocean. He walked out looking like a drowned rat and shivering, but smiling.
With every passing marine, his gaze lingered a few seconds longer. Until by the time they reached the captain's office, he stood tall and proud, almost as though he radiated a sense of kinship. The man inside was not what he expected, but not having known many ship captains in the desert of Utah, he wasn't sure what to expect. Certainly not a native American, as that was obviously Synjyn's descent.
He stood off against Synjyn a few moments before they sat. Elias was just as tall as Synjyn, but the old man was solid as a tree, tanned and gruff. Elias voice was deep as the sea, but his face was clearly youthful. Frustratingly youthful.
"I'm Elias Donovan. That's Asha."
He nodded at the girl following. He looked at her briefly as though asking her a silent question, and let his hand fall free to his side as he sat down in case she wanted to hold it, trying to hide the gesture behind the desk from Synjyn. They weren't a couple, though.
"I am here because of the sea beast. You saw it. Fought it. Well, me and someone who wants to remain anonymous for now, want to kill it. I think we can. And I think you would be glad to help us."
Damien was a coward for not showing his face here. So what if he was the king of Mexico? Kings sometimes had to do their own dirty work.
With every passing marine, his gaze lingered a few seconds longer. Until by the time they reached the captain's office, he stood tall and proud, almost as though he radiated a sense of kinship. The man inside was not what he expected, but not having known many ship captains in the desert of Utah, he wasn't sure what to expect. Certainly not a native American, as that was obviously Synjyn's descent.
He stood off against Synjyn a few moments before they sat. Elias was just as tall as Synjyn, but the old man was solid as a tree, tanned and gruff. Elias voice was deep as the sea, but his face was clearly youthful. Frustratingly youthful.
"I'm Elias Donovan. That's Asha."
He nodded at the girl following. He looked at her briefly as though asking her a silent question, and let his hand fall free to his side as he sat down in case she wanted to hold it, trying to hide the gesture behind the desk from Synjyn. They weren't a couple, though.
"I am here because of the sea beast. You saw it. Fought it. Well, me and someone who wants to remain anonymous for now, want to kill it. I think we can. And I think you would be glad to help us."
Damien was a coward for not showing his face here. So what if he was the king of Mexico? Kings sometimes had to do their own dirty work.