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Calliope || Petri Automa || Revolver Desire || Merlot Illomiae || Stygian

gallagher goes greek - 24/? 

calliope jones as calypso 

The Vaudemire Sideshow's participants in the dive take a moment to regroup.

"Sit. Down. Yer gonna give yourself th' bends, and we gotta walk back to the tents before the end of the day." Pig grunts, the massive, clown-painted guardian lifting one heavy paw to pin Harlequinn by her tail- the spiral squawking as she's forced back onto the floating raft they've taken refuge on.

"Not many whirlyswirlies can get worse than already swirly, BigPig."

"I don't want to listen to you complain about your stomach hurting all day." Comes the response, flat. "Opie. Get back from th' edge."

"Starling's been down there a while."

"He's a guardian, we're built for swimming and diving."

"I heard some of the dragons in the other dive crews saying they heard something underneath the water. Did you hear anything, Eidaving?" Pig scoffs- it's unclear if it's at his name, or at her question.

"What, just 'cause I'm a guardian you think I got a direct line t' an absentee God? I abandoned 'im a long time ago, Calliope- before he abandoned us. In any case that's shockin'ly regressive thinkin' outta you." The skydancer scrunches her snout, closing her eyes to listen more closely as she leans her head closer to the depths below, feathered crest flickering with interest.

"I'm just saying, you talk all the time about your Gods I just thought-"

"The Tidelord ain't speakin' to us just because we went for a swim, Opie." Grunted. Pig's getting tired of this, hulking frame straightening back up as he ensures Harlequinn's tail remains resolutely pinned to the boards of the raft below under a gloved claw- after a moment, he lifts one of the looser ones- and pinches her tail between it and its neighbor.

"Ouch! BigPig! rude- Harli-arli never disobey. Would have sat-sit-sot. Good whirlyswirly."

"Mm right. Sit. Opie's right, Starling's been gone for a minute, I'll go-"

There is a tremor deep below- a blast of heat and a geyser of water a short distance from where they've anchored themselves to assist with the dive.

And after a moment and the cadre of waves shaking the raft-dwellers' footing, Starling appears, panting and rollicking with wild fire magic, oily, orange foam hacked up as he scrabbles onto the waterlogged boards to join his companions.

"Starling? What in th' Eyeless One's graces-"

"I heard it."

Pig does not dare look at Calliope, certain the gray-and purple dragon is preening sodden feathers with a smug expression.

"Heard what, boy?"

"I- I dunno! There was a BOOM and then the dive teams went fwoosh and-" He coughs again and spats up more water-laden foam, a vague flicker of blue light in sharp orange eyes. "And I heard something. A voice I didn't know but was... really familiar. Like I should have known it?"

"Ohhhh what did it say!? Did it mention treasure? I bet it mentioned treasure!" Calliope questions, her eagerness to hear herself discarded in a desperation for coin.