The mist rolled over the world of Evelon at a steady rate. Explorers and scientists alike were gathering all around the continents to investigate this phenomenon. For the vast majority, this had never been seen before. It was a complete mystery, and it instilled fear in the hearts of many.
For select others, this was nothing new. It was something that had always existed, but on a much smaller scale. It was something that had been researched by a select few, and something that proved to have a lot of potential.
The two scientists walked along the edge of the mist. They had seen this before: they had spent a part of their time researching this curious occurrence, way back when. While not their main focus, one of their fellow partners had spent a long time learning about this mist.
Or, rather, their former partner. More accurately, their now enemy.
One of the two scientists hummed passively as he observed the mist from a glance. "Didn't think we'd see this again," he mused, turning to look at the fog. "Or not on this scale, anyway. It was so rare and contained, back then." The other scientist remained quiet. "At least the majority of the work is already done. Guess Dio was right to research this thing."
The name inspired a reaction right away from the other man; a small, short noise full of disdain. "Mention that name again, Dunstan," he threatened, "and I'll throw you right into that fog." There was no hint of playfulness or teasing in his voice. And if that fog turned out to be toxic? He couldn't care less.
Very much used to this type of behavior, the other scientist shrugged, slipping his hands in his pockets. "Go right ahead, Carey," he said for an answer. "According to his notes, it's harmless." In small quantities, anyway. Who knew what would happen if anyone fell into the mist or inhaled too much of it.
After hearing another groan from his partner, Dunstan went on to ask, "Why are we even here, anyway?"
Unbeknownst to Dunstan, considering Maverick was looking ahead, the scientist frowned and rolled his eyes. "You literally just said it," he pointed out, but expecting the other to ask for clarification, he explained, "This was his primary research. With it everywhere, he'll get the itch to investigate it. He'll slip." And that's all the two of them needed. For their former partner to slip up and show himself in the open.
"We just have to wait," Maverick said, and his frown turned into a grin. A slow plan, but one that could prove to finally lead them to what they had lost.
If they couldn't find their target, they just had to wait until the target found them.
For select others, this was nothing new. It was something that had always existed, but on a much smaller scale. It was something that had been researched by a select few, and something that proved to have a lot of potential.
The two scientists walked along the edge of the mist. They had seen this before: they had spent a part of their time researching this curious occurrence, way back when. While not their main focus, one of their fellow partners had spent a long time learning about this mist.
Or, rather, their former partner. More accurately, their now enemy.
One of the two scientists hummed passively as he observed the mist from a glance. "Didn't think we'd see this again," he mused, turning to look at the fog. "Or not on this scale, anyway. It was so rare and contained, back then." The other scientist remained quiet. "At least the majority of the work is already done. Guess Dio was right to research this thing."
The name inspired a reaction right away from the other man; a small, short noise full of disdain. "Mention that name again, Dunstan," he threatened, "and I'll throw you right into that fog." There was no hint of playfulness or teasing in his voice. And if that fog turned out to be toxic? He couldn't care less.
Very much used to this type of behavior, the other scientist shrugged, slipping his hands in his pockets. "Go right ahead, Carey," he said for an answer. "According to his notes, it's harmless." In small quantities, anyway. Who knew what would happen if anyone fell into the mist or inhaled too much of it.
After hearing another groan from his partner, Dunstan went on to ask, "Why are we even here, anyway?"
Unbeknownst to Dunstan, considering Maverick was looking ahead, the scientist frowned and rolled his eyes. "You literally just said it," he pointed out, but expecting the other to ask for clarification, he explained, "This was his primary research. With it everywhere, he'll get the itch to investigate it. He'll slip." And that's all the two of them needed. For their former partner to slip up and show himself in the open.
"We just have to wait," Maverick said, and his frown turned into a grin. A slow plan, but one that could prove to finally lead them to what they had lost.
If they couldn't find their target, they just had to wait until the target found them.