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<span class="mu-i"> “Shhhhheeeeeehhhhhh……Figured you’d be in this trash hive.STILL think you’re too good for the Deathwings? ” </span>
“He” stood before them: A tall man with green hair covered in bandages. His large black coat draped over his lanky body as he and two other lackeys in identical outfits walked towards the two dump spelunkers, who instantly recognize who he is!
“Boss Santana? That you?!”
Exclaimed Noisette! Santana, Captain of the Deathwings, scans the two and the surrounding area with piercing purple eyes! Even in a casual situation like this, every move the sky pirate made was so cold and precise, as if he’s always watching his own back. An outlaw, through and through. He leans forward into Noisette’s personal space, staring only at the fossilized device in her hands.
“…This the treasure, huh? Some rock with a gun in it? Don’t see what’s so special about it, lest for being a paperweight. Then again, it’s out of the ordinary for sure. Where did you find this, huh lil’ miss “Ex-Shipwright” . . . ?”
