Cooling Heels

[proto_humanist]

His lawyers had argued the existence of New Albion successfully. He had a brand new volcanic island in the Pacific, all his own. An independent fledgling nation, perhaps. Bialya and Zandia had sponsored New Albion for recognition as an independent state

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[times_past]

Vandal's shadow begins to stir on his side and lengthen. When its long, and wide enough, a man leans out of it, brushing off his sleeve.

"Meatloaf?" The Shade turns his nose up at the remnants on a tray. "Bread and water a little too incorrect for this place?"

[proto_humanist]

Savage raises an eyebrow - somewhat surprised by the shadowy arrival.

"I think they would be afraid to keep meat out of my diet, for fear of what I might look to as an alternative source."

He leans back a little, studying the Shade.

"What brings you here, Swift? And, I wonder, which 'you' it brings? The man who fancies himself a hero, or your darker half?"

[times_past]

"Well, that's where I come in. Say thank you, Beast." He produces a covered dish and a bottle of Bordeaux from his shadow.

"And nothing more than good wishes, and a devil of a curiosity as to just why there's a new island in the Far East. I've holdings out there, and its interfering with my property value. Lord knows its not the only thing either."

[proto_humanist]

"It's on the American side of the dateline, one could consider it the Far West instead.."

He investigates the covered dish, lifting the lid to let the aroma waft towards his face.

"I would've thought your greater concern would've been my activity in Opal City, at that lab.."