[h3][u]Ayer Lecomte[/u][/h3]
[b]--9:43pm[/b]
- Mentions: [@Mataus] 

Ayer smiled at the reprieve of his new instated assistant, taking a deep breath as he swung himself over the ledge. "Yes, you won't regret it. There are plenty of benefits... However, do not expect an easy time. There is much to do, as my life is ever so busy. Don't think this is a tactless position." 

That said, never before did he have a subordinate. There wasn't much opportunity in the first place. All his life, though surrounded by work and science, he hadn't ever been integrated into a formal laboratory and research group setting. Was there a procedure, or some form of contract? Or perhaps was there supposed to be some sort of promotion offering from Ayer, himself? As a sign of good will. He didn't know. All Ayer knew was that he owed the man, and this was the best way Ayer could conceive putting his gratitude into action. Still, he didn't really understand what to do with that. Maybe he'll have Paric be a live test any new experiments for any new ideas. That's what assistants did, correct? 

To be the man to sacrifice for the greater evolution of arcane sciences -- An honor even greater than the conception, he believed. 

The pale blonde immediately fell over in the sand, letting the ground gather around him as the Ars slunk into the grainy surface. He didn't even mind it getting into his hair and scratch his sore neck. He gazed up at the blinking stars, shining like a glittering spray of dust across the indigo of the night. He never truly appreciated its beauty until now. Seeing the look of relief on Paric's face brought him a light chuckle. Escaping with one's life was an odd way of making one appreciate all the small things more. 

	"Yes, I've lived on the road so long... Everyday I would observe the starry sky, but it was never beautiful as it is now..."

He resolved to lay there for a moment longer, but Paric brought up a good point. 

	"Ah... I don't know how much more I can take, but I suppose we still have ground to make. We'll sleep by day. A long sleep." as he said this, he pressed a botton on the mechanism adorning his right ear and a small disk snapped off. A small compass. 

He raise it up to the light of the moon, looking at it then at the land for a bit. 

	"Hmm... That's... No, that's North." he muttered, pointing towards the forest that encompassed the main landmass of this island. By the looks of it, this was the main continent. And this was the preliminary overgrowth that lead into the Meotey Jungle, judging by the thick gangling canopy that topped the horizon. With a sigh, Ayer hoisted himself and returned [b]Wax Jury[/b] and her many modules around his waist and back, slinging the many straps and clamping them shut with a click. He coiled the tubes as he walked forth, flushing them with a few shakes to purge any residual water or sand caught inside.
	"Well, it was nice while it lasted, but -- Ouch!" 

Feeling a sharp pain, Ayer swung his head and discovered a nasty little creature pinching the lobule of his left ear. A tiny, ferocious crustacean. He tried pulling it, but learned it would sooner tear off his ear than let go. 
	"Ow, ow, ow! Paric, my assistant, quick! Do something! It's not letting go! It's going to eat me whole! Help!"

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