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Etcetera kit: Farling wasn't meant to be the medallion. I probably didn't make it clear enough though, but it was supposed to be that Farling was doing something and it caused Helen's weird feeling.
Krisian: Go ahead call her the dragon lady, it's what she is lol. And hey I'm in double figures with my chapters too lol!
LXG: Farling's plan By Elven_Emma
~~ Moriarty's plan was a good one, but not so well thought out. I will take the League's power for myself. In order for me to do that, I will need to use magic and the orb will help me with that. That is why I need you to get it for me. It is in the continent, of Africa. ~~
The voice was heard by Helen and Mina. It seemed crazy but the League listened to them. The Nautilus had changed to course and headed towards Africa. They were less than a day away and the League began to discuss what they would do on their arrival.
'So where are we supposed to go when we get there?' asked Sawyer. He found the whole thing really strange but knew it was probably best to go to Africa. He was also still pondering on the fact of whether it was safe to have Helen around, but then again last time he questioned her, he was proven wrong when she tested the cure for invisibility on herself.
'I suggest we go to the British Embassy there.' said Nemo.
'What you mean where...?' began Sawyer.
'Where, what?' asked Helen. She didn't know that it was the resting place of Alan Quartermain. The League left the dining table without a word. Skinner went past Helen, tapping her on the shoulder.
'Just remember to bring some flowers.'
'Wait a minute Skinner, what's going on?' Helen stood up and looked at Skinner's eyes, or as close as she could get.
'You know Alan, who used to be the leader of the League?' Helen nodded. 'Well outside the Embassy building is where he was buried.
'Oh I see.' At this Helen dropped the subject.
That night, memories came back of Alan to everyone. They all thought of what he did for them. Sawyer felt worse. Alan had been like a Father and treated Sawyer like a son.
The League had arrived. They stood around the place where he had been buried.
'I would have liked to meet him.' said Helen, breaking the deadly silence.
'Where's the gun?' asked Sawyer.
'What gun?'
'The rifle I left here.'
'You know what he's like.' said Skinner to Helen, 'Most people leave flowers, Sawyer leaves guns.'
'Skinner?' said Mina.
'Yeah?'
'Shut up.'
'Oh charmin' '
Skinner began to make his way to the Embassy building with Helen. The others soon followed, leaving Sawyer behind. The building was full of old men, who had once been great hunters in their time. Now they were just story tellers, smoking cigars and drinking whisky. The air was stuffy and slightly choking from cigar smoke. One man looked out of place. He was young and wasn't there for the stories of old, like many others. He stared out of the window, in a daze. Skinner ordered drinks while the others sat down. He took his glass of whisky and sat opposite the young man.
'Not having a whisky?'
'No, water helps keep a clear mind.' He replied while still staring out of the window.
'I must say, you look a little out of place. Not a single white facial hair on you.' The man turned to Skinner in confusion and saw his white features. He looked over at the rest of the League. His face became panic stricken. He grabbed his coat and left in a hurry.
'I was only being friendly.' Skinner got up and joined the others.
'Will you stop terrorizing people.' ordered Nemo.
'Alright! Hey where's our American friend?'
'I'll go and find him.' said Jekyll.
Jekyll left and looked out ahead of him. He looked for Sawyer while trying to block out the stinging sun light. He hurried back in.
'He's gone!'
'What?' the others asked.
'Sawyer's gone.'
'You don't think he ran away do you?' asked Helen, not sure what to think.
'Why would he run away?' asked Mina.
'Well maybe he didn't want us to see him upset about Quartermain.'
'Even if he was upset I don't think he would just run away like that.'
They were all in confusion. It was decided to look for him, he wasn't the type to run. Something had happened. There were questions that needed to be answered.
..........
Elven emma: Wow it was really interesting to write this, 'cause thing kept coming to me as I wrote. Anyways expect the next chapter soon. 'up with this I shall not put!' sorry I couldn't help myself. I had to add some black books madness somewhere. lol
Etcetera kit: Farling wasn't meant to be the medallion. I probably didn't make it clear enough though, but it was supposed to be that Farling was doing something and it caused Helen's weird feeling.
Krisian: Go ahead call her the dragon lady, it's what she is lol. And hey I'm in double figures with my chapters too lol!
LXG: Farling's plan By Elven_Emma
~~ Moriarty's plan was a good one, but not so well thought out. I will take the League's power for myself. In order for me to do that, I will need to use magic and the orb will help me with that. That is why I need you to get it for me. It is in the continent, of Africa. ~~
The voice was heard by Helen and Mina. It seemed crazy but the League listened to them. The Nautilus had changed to course and headed towards Africa. They were less than a day away and the League began to discuss what they would do on their arrival.
'So where are we supposed to go when we get there?' asked Sawyer. He found the whole thing really strange but knew it was probably best to go to Africa. He was also still pondering on the fact of whether it was safe to have Helen around, but then again last time he questioned her, he was proven wrong when she tested the cure for invisibility on herself.
'I suggest we go to the British Embassy there.' said Nemo.
'What you mean where...?' began Sawyer.
'Where, what?' asked Helen. She didn't know that it was the resting place of Alan Quartermain. The League left the dining table without a word. Skinner went past Helen, tapping her on the shoulder.
'Just remember to bring some flowers.'
'Wait a minute Skinner, what's going on?' Helen stood up and looked at Skinner's eyes, or as close as she could get.
'You know Alan, who used to be the leader of the League?' Helen nodded. 'Well outside the Embassy building is where he was buried.
'Oh I see.' At this Helen dropped the subject.
That night, memories came back of Alan to everyone. They all thought of what he did for them. Sawyer felt worse. Alan had been like a Father and treated Sawyer like a son.
The League had arrived. They stood around the place where he had been buried.
'I would have liked to meet him.' said Helen, breaking the deadly silence.
'Where's the gun?' asked Sawyer.
'What gun?'
'The rifle I left here.'
'You know what he's like.' said Skinner to Helen, 'Most people leave flowers, Sawyer leaves guns.'
'Skinner?' said Mina.
'Yeah?'
'Shut up.'
'Oh charmin' '
Skinner began to make his way to the Embassy building with Helen. The others soon followed, leaving Sawyer behind. The building was full of old men, who had once been great hunters in their time. Now they were just story tellers, smoking cigars and drinking whisky. The air was stuffy and slightly choking from cigar smoke. One man looked out of place. He was young and wasn't there for the stories of old, like many others. He stared out of the window, in a daze. Skinner ordered drinks while the others sat down. He took his glass of whisky and sat opposite the young man.
'Not having a whisky?'
'No, water helps keep a clear mind.' He replied while still staring out of the window.
'I must say, you look a little out of place. Not a single white facial hair on you.' The man turned to Skinner in confusion and saw his white features. He looked over at the rest of the League. His face became panic stricken. He grabbed his coat and left in a hurry.
'I was only being friendly.' Skinner got up and joined the others.
'Will you stop terrorizing people.' ordered Nemo.
'Alright! Hey where's our American friend?'
'I'll go and find him.' said Jekyll.
Jekyll left and looked out ahead of him. He looked for Sawyer while trying to block out the stinging sun light. He hurried back in.
'He's gone!'
'What?' the others asked.
'Sawyer's gone.'
'You don't think he ran away do you?' asked Helen, not sure what to think.
'Why would he run away?' asked Mina.
'Well maybe he didn't want us to see him upset about Quartermain.'
'Even if he was upset I don't think he would just run away like that.'
They were all in confusion. It was decided to look for him, he wasn't the type to run. Something had happened. There were questions that needed to be answered.
..........
Elven emma: Wow it was really interesting to write this, 'cause thing kept coming to me as I wrote. Anyways expect the next chapter soon. 'up with this I shall not put!' sorry I couldn't help myself. I had to add some black books madness somewhere. lol