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Dev shrugged. "Sure, I guess." He looked at it with a bit more of an interrested eye - now that it was out of the sand, it definitely looked... different. Hadn't he read somewhere the fort had become obsolete in the mid-19th century or something? Regardless of when it had been, it looked out of place compared to everything else that surrounded them. The rotting wood, the ancient horseshoe, and the tin - it all seemed to match, but this silvery pendant didn't match. Also, didn't things rust faster in water? Dev hadn't been expecting to find anything in the water, but the small gem of knowledge pinged against his consciousness as he took it from Orsion, examining it more closely. It just looked out of place. Dev couldn't exactly place why, but it just did. He relayed that to Orsion. "Don't you think it feels a bit odd to find this kind of jewelery thing around here? Surely someone else would have found it - if it was dropped by someone, they would have picked it up, or the looters would have gotten it." He pinched the chain with his thumb and forefinger and held it up to the light, where it gleamed like it hadn't rusted or tarnished at all. Which was another thought that he spoke out loud, more to himself now. "Plus, why wouldn't it have rusted or tarnished?" He couldn't exactly figure it out or place why it just felt wrong. TThere were probably a million good explanations as to why it was like this. But it just felt... off. Somehow. Dev couldn't exactly place it, before he just dropped his hand and slid the pendant into his pocket. |
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Orsion shook his head lightly, letting Dev take the pendant as he turned back to the sand. "I mean, maybe. But it could just be plastic costume jewelry that someone lost while boating in the lake," he gave a loose half-hearted shrug. "Didn't quite feel... right to be entirely metal, y'know?" He pushed one hand through his hair and went back to digging through the sand. At the very least, Dev was far more skeptical about it than Orsion ever would be. Things happened, things washed up, it wasn't like he had to know everything. Besides, it wasn't like there were any other people there. If they were, it was kids expecting a cheap thrill, lovers in the parking lot doing... lovers things or just people needing photos or whatnot for museums, history books and the likes. Which was kind of what they were doing in a round about manner. The young man shook his head, glancing at the pile of sand before doing his best to put it back somewhat where he had found it. He, then, took his course in wandering the waterline. Maybe later, he would find the time to go and swim in the water by the pier to see what they could find. He had an old snorkeling set. |
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Dev loooked at Orsion's retreating form, before sighing and giving it up. If Orsion didn't think anything felt off about the pendant-y thing that was now sitting in the bottom of his left pocket, so be it. Trying (but somewhat failing) to get rid of the little bug that had wormed itself into his mind at the thoughts of the necklace,he continued wandering the direction he had been going, towards the ruined pier. As expected, he looked, scuffed the sand with his shoes, around the wodden poles... nothing. Not even the barest scrap of anything. Then again, they had found three things already across the time they had spent here. Which, if he was being honest, had been a decent bit of time. After a while, it was proving that the underside of the pier was esseentially pointless to search. Sighing loudly, he sat on one of the posts of the old pier that were all that were left,looking out at the lake. He was pretty hot. It had been a bit, and the fort hadn't provided any roof of sorts against the sun - which he glared up at in annoyance, before looking back at where Orsion seemed to be digging - or doing something? - to the sand dune. Maybe he should just take a quick dip in the lake too cool himself off? He briefly though about it, before discarding it. No point, and he'd just get wet and soggy from it. Instead, he just looked out across the lake, just breathing and hoping that he could cool down somehow. |
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Ghost stories were for kids. Well, maybe not inherently "for" kids but they were to keep kids out of dangerous places. Last Orsion had checked, they weren't kids. Besides, one little necklace was just something. It was nifty and cool. A flash of gold caught his eye as he stood up. There in the grass? Orsion stepped over, glancing down before tilting his head. A pocket watch, ticking back as if nothing were wrong. It was a little dusty, a little sandy, but none the worse for wear. "Huh," the word slipped out of his mouth as he picked it up. Either way, they had the bottle of quinle, whatever that was and the horse shoe. That was a good haul for the day. He walked back toward Dev with the pocket watch in hand. "Check this out," he said loosely, holding it out. "It still works and everything." The watch face looked back up at him, plain and unyielding from any secrets. He tilted his head back and forth for a moment before shrugging and sticking it in his pocket. "That's probably good enough for today, we can come back later. Besides," he chuckled loosely, dusting his bare feet off as best he could. "I probably need a shower." |
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