#evilspicer

Rowan lies back on warm rock and inhales from his cigarette. Everyone at the temple keeps insisting that he quit but its one of the only things that ever manage to calm him. He’s had to get creative about where he smokes, though, at least to stop everyone from their constant nagging. He has hiked partway up the mountain so he can recline in the sun and finally get a moments peace.

Rowan opens his eyes when he feels a shadow descend over him, expecting one of the monks have found him and are about to pluck the cigarette from his fingers. Instead, its some pale-ass red-head.

The search for the Shen Gong Wu had led them into the sewers of Hungary, and, eventually, those sewers, after breaking down a few brick walls with magic and inventive gadgets, the signal of the artifact they sought after led into some sort of crypt. Using her wizard eyes to detect the magic in the object, she pointed towards a large stone tomb.

“There. The Shen Gong Wu is in there,” Huntress told Jack, brushing some cobwebs out of the way to get to the tomb. She placed her hands on the heavy stone lid, then looked over at her contractor.

     Being the only competent mechanic on his ship sucked so much. Not only did it make it difficult to figure things out because he didn’t have a second pair of eyes to look at problems, but when, not one, but both of Kidd’s bionics failed, no one could fix it. It wasn’t like he could fix it because his entire left bionic arm didn’t work, and his right bionic hand didn’t work either. That’s why he had went looking for Spicer; despite his personality, he was a decent mechanic and could probably help. 

"HUH. I like you already...wanna pass on any of those skills? I can make it worth your while. I'm rich, you know."

{🔥}—; Spyro took a short flight through the air, resting his wings mostly by gliding as he looked around the area from the height he was at. He’d thought that this place looked pretty cool, the other Artisan dragons would definitely like the designs and art of the area but he was just here exploring a new place as well as doing a little sightseeing from the air.

After a while of gliding, the young dragon started to descend back closer to the ground. “Looks awesome down there huh pal!” He called out to Sparx who flew at his side, the little dragonfly buzzing as an answer to his friend. But the moment he turned his head to face his friend something flew right into his path seemingly out of nowhere and Spyro crashed directly into it horns first with a good amount of force which lodged his horns into it.