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((I’m behind in this so let’s say Corrine is on the other isle now.))

Corrine walked around on the isle she had heard the inventor lived on. She had never really left her isle before, she was nervous and prepared for anything to happen.

He pressed a button on his watch and talked into it"Yeah, we need to be picked up... some dickhead destroyed my wings... alright, hurry up."he looked up"When my men get here you two will be done for"

Hector later reappeared on an island mas entirely of floating trash. Burried in the gabbage, a boat, his home. Hector crawled into it. The main cabin had been fitted with a pile of soft shreds of cloth with a blanket over it making a bed. He had what could look like a ramshack of a kitchen, well at least there was a working stove, a luxury on the wasteislands. All the ruckus that had happened had made him tired. "Get out of my head painful spirits!" He yelled banging his head against the inside hull. His eyes moved frantically, looking for painkillers, but none were there. "ARGH!" He screamed in agony.

Ari hopped on one foot put the door, struggling to put on her second boot. She finally gets it on, sighing of relief. She looks around, cringing as she saw a man with broken wings.

"And now I have to find someone to fix these stupid wings!"

"Got it!" He lifted up his chain to his nose, it released painkiller as gas. Hector relaxed in his body, the pulsating pain gone. His stomach began to rumble, so he took the cans out of his pockets. "Let me see the feast. What do we have here, pickled herring on can, green beans, tomato soup with macaroni. I take the tomato soup!" He looked over at the stove. "Hey Jarred, heat up the stove. What do you mean by you're not existing. Am I supposed to do everything around here?"

Ari smiles as she had heard those words so many times before, granted it wasn’t about wings. She jogs over. “Your in luck.” She says, smiling. Many other had judged her for appearing young, she hoped this man wouldn’t make the same mistake.

"And who the hell are you?"he put his backpack down and stared at her.

“Inventor Arianna Matthews at your service,” giving a small bow, “My shop is just around the corner, actually.” She adds.

"And you can fix my wings?"

Ari nods. “The most time it will take is about a week.” She says.

Corrine walked for a bit through the wasteland until coming upon what seemed to be a small ruined town. She spotted a young girl speaking to a rather grumpy looking man and approached them. “I heard there’s an inventor around here, have any idea where to find them?”

The soup simmer, fume rising. "This is a feast worthy a god" He muttered to himself. The decades ild soup playing with the spice of moldy oregano. He began to drool.

“Inventor Arianna Matthews, at your service.” She replies, giving another small bow.

Corrine pulled down her scarf, smiling. “Perfect! I was hoping you’d be able to make some more of these for me.” She said, pulling one of her ice grenades out of her bag.

Ari walks over to Corrine. “Very interesting, may I?” She asks, staring at the grenade, her hands open.

Corrine nodded and set the grenade in Arianna’s hands. “They’re ice grenades, when they explode ice spikes appear and fly in different directions.”

"Lame"he mumbled. He unbent his wings and tried to fly. He only got a few inches off of the ground"DAMN IT! WORK YOU STUPID WINGS!"

“Thanks.” She says, grabbing her glasses, inspecting the grenade. “Interesting material, very efficient.” She continues to mutter about the functionality. “Where did you get these?” She asks curiously.

“I found them, while scavenging one day. There were a bunch of them, but now I’m almost out.” Her eyes flicked to behind Arianna, the man trying to fly away.