Lewis' mind was still reeling from what has just transpired. It had all happened so quickly - an explosion, the sound of twisting metal, and then... silence.
He stood next to Cecile and Petrus, going over in his mind how a simple action had caused such a fiasco. Everythng had escalated out of control so quickly, and he berated himself for handling the situation as poor as he had. But here they all were now, together in a group, safe. Nobody seemed to be injured, and they would be safe here from the police - for the time being.
With the dust settled and the situation normal, all eyes were focused on him, waiting for what he had to say. In the chaos Lewis had completely forgotten what his original intentions were, why he had even summoned this ragtag group together in the first place.
He stuck his hand in his pocket, checking to make sure the pyramid-shaped object inside was still okay. Lewis let out a quiet sigh of relief as he felt it was still intact, unharmed from the stumbles and falls it had recently endured.
He took a good look at the group, and for the first time he was able to quite clearly see their faces. This was not how he had intended to meet his team, but he was impressed by their quick thinking and skills. Lewis was still unsure whether they'd be able to handle the obstacles that inevitably lay ahead, but at least he knew they weren't completely useless.
"I suppose we're all fugitives now," Lewis said, wiping dust from his spectacles. "But that's quite alright. Surely we would end up being criminals sooner or later."
"What do you mean?" asked Michael.
"This is going to take a while," Lewis replied. "Let's get a little more comfortable."
"Why were you all being chased by the law, anyway?" piped Matt. "What the hell is going on?"
Lewis realized that Matt and Felix were still unaware of Sheryl's incident. "To sum it up..." Lewis started.
"...Sheryl here had a little incident." Tech interrupted. "She punched a cop in the face."
"She attacked a police officer?!" Michael said. "What on earth is somebody like that even doing here? She's dangerous!"
"Now just hold on a second," said Lewis. "The whole fiasco was the result of a lot of jumping to conclusions. I'm very certain Sheryl is compltely harmless, despite her intimidating frame. She'll prove to be a fine asset on our crew, I'm sure of it."
Sheryl looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact with other members of the group. Lewis wondered whether she felt ashamed at causing the debacle, but for a moment, he wondered whether she could feel anything at all.
"So." Lewis stood atop a pile of bricks that lay on the roof. He assumed an authoritative pose, holding his hands behind his back and keeping his shoulders back. He knew he needed to impress these people, after what had happened, and convince them to stay.
"You're all here for the same purpose, no doubt. At one point or another you saw a flyer I had released, advertising a 'quest'. Let me be clear in saying that this is most definitely a quest - likely the most dangerous and adventurous any of you have ever taken in your lives."
And as he stood there, on his little pile of bricks, looking down at all eight of them, he felt a sudden burst of optimism and hope. Here were eight people who knew nobody else here, that had journeyed from faraway lands to make it here. They had come for different reasons, but he knew already their determination and confidence. He liked these people.
"Now. The road ahead is not an easy one. It will require intense devotion and many kinds of sacrifices from each of you. There will be times when you may feel as if all hope is lost, as if you have no possible chance to survive. I will not put this lightly - I will not guarantee your survival."
Lewis thought back to the day Carver Gallagher, his mentor and friend, was killed. The airship crash. Insufferable pain plagued him, shocked his very core. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, pinned down by tons of metal and brass. Gallagher lay a few feet away, his corpse lifeless. Clutched in his hands was a small object, a key...
He snapped back to reality. The blank stares of his crew looked at him with quizzical expressions.
"Terrible sorry," said Lewis. "Just... I was just thinking. Apologies. Moving on."
((will continue this thought when i get the chance, probably not until sunday. it's getting late and everything i type is turning into garbage))