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Diana Prince	Sometimes throughout Cassie's life, Diana just arrives at wherever she is. No matter what she's doing. No matter if she's busy or pre-occupied. Wonder Woman will just arrive, and say 'Come on, we have something to do.' Today was one of those days. Armored up, a serious look upon her face, Diana had arrived in the Jet, and told Cassie she needed her aid. There-after, the duo had set off together across the Atlantic Ocean. Once out over the expansive waters, Diana had begun to explain. She'd explained that some colleagues of hers had deciphered the last known location of an old Amazon ship that had been lost at sea after a battle eons ago. The women had never returned to their island, and through it the legend of what had happened to them had been the kind of story that young Diana had often asked her mother and aunts to tell to her, retell to her, and once more tell her again before bed too. The visions of faraway adventures, ending in peril, had been a mind's obsession for the young Themysciran Princess, the kind of obsession she could never shake from the back of her thoughts. This was important to her, because of all of that. The Jet flew for some time, before they arrived at a C-shaped island sitting alone in the cerulean waters that stretched in every direction. The sky clear, the sun shining brightly, it illuminates the white sand beaches of the cove of the island itself. The Invisible Jet touched down upon the center of the island's coastline, with Diana quickly sweeping herself from its interior to rush down on to the sun soaked sands outside. Sword and shield on back, the reflective trim of her armor shining in the sun, Diana's eyes sweep across the island. It is similar to Themyscira, if much smaller, and much more overgrown.. Wonder Woman's hands ball up in to fists, before they open up again. Far ahead, where the sand becomes natural island flora, there are visible faces of stone staring out at the sea... faces of women. Amazon Warrior women. The statues look old, forgotten, and rapidly deteriorating.
Cassie Sandsmark	And usually Cassie is more than happy to go! Of course, there's those rare cases where Diana shows up totally unannounced when the young woman is in the middle of something. Occasionally, that can be awkward! This time, it's only a little awkward. o/~ Hasta la vida loca loca loca loca, te encanta la musica te toca toca toca toca... o/~ Is she dancing? Yeah, she's dancing. "Oh hey Di, just gimme a sec to finish recording this..." Ahem! And... what is that outfit? Some minutes later, she's aboard the jet, making no particular comment on what she was up to be, and now more curious of their mission. "I'm not sure you've got the right Sasndsmark for this, you know. My mom knows all the ancient archeology. She'd go nuts for a shipwreck. Still... a different lost tropical island in the middle of the ocean? Blue waters, white sand? Uh, count me in. Sounds like a beautiful spot for a vacation." And in fact, she's somewhat treating it like one, although as usual, telling 'casual' Cassie from 'superhero' Cassie is tricky. Rarely one to boast all the crazy armmored outfits, she dresses for the beach instead. Battle bikini. Defensive wrap skirt! "Can you believe how hot it is HERE?" Yep, that frigid October weather lasted about all of a week. "If I'm gonna melt, doing it next to the ocean doesn't sound half bad." Which isn't to say she's not taking things seriously. "So they never sent any kind of correspondence back? It'd be kind of crazy that you never heard from them, so I guess that kind of paints a grim picture." Soon enough, however, they're on the island and the time for speculation is past. As promimsed, it is very much the tropical paradise. Down from the plane, she stretches out in the sun, and then casts a wide look around the area, before finally settling on the same group of statues. "Well, uh... definitely looks like we're in the right place." Up comes the phone. Click, click. "Mom will want to see these." ...also her followers! But her mom really would kill her if she didn't bring back everyhting she could about the place.
Diana Prince	Diana does afford Cassie one look over. She's so used to the mixture of Casual Casie with Hero Cassie that they don't really phase her anymore, not that they ever did really. She raises a hand up to sweep her dark hair out of her face from the winds coming up off of the rolling ocean waves, then looks away from Cassie again. "Lost expeditions happened. They were rare, of course, but braving out beyond our Island's borders sometimes were a necessity. Most came home unmolested. Others.. never returned. It would bring great heart ache to the Queen, to all of us, even myself when I found out about them hundreds of years after they sailed away never to return. I would dream of crewing my own ship, and setting out to save them. To bring them back, and see them safe again." Motivations revealed. Diana started to move forward then, her wedge heeled boots sinking in to the soft sands beneath her feet as she started to take note of old logs half buried in the beach, leading right back toward those barely visible statues peering out from the foliage. "Come on, I think they were quite busy here, for some reason..." Soon the two are passing through the foliage on the edge of the beach, and walking directly past those old stone-carved statues. The faces of the women nearly brushed smooth by the hand of time, but the faintest hint of facial features, almond eyes and the edges of noses, still remain. Diana only looks to the statues for a mere moment before she progresses further in to the undergrowth, her eyes scanning the trees, before her, above her, and beyond. As Cassie follows her, the younger blonde will step off of the soft ground of earth and sand, on to what feels unmistakable as a stone in the ground. The sound catches Diana's attention, and she moves toward where Cassie stands, brushing aside some of the plant life to expose more of the stone covered ground. It moves ahead, winding through the trees. "A road." Diana quietly says before she exchanges a glance with Cassie. With the sun dappling down upon Diana through the branches of the trees, the Princess starts to move across the stone road, her hands brushing aside natural obstructions. It takes but a few minutes of walking the stone road for the two to come out upon the edge of a 'man' made aquaduct, still filled with the purest of warm spring water, flowing from the center of the island's heavily dense tree-cover out toward the beach from where they had come.
Cassie Sandsmark	"... course, other option might be that, for whatever reason, they didn't -want- to come back." This is offered as an alternative, although it is hard to say if it is intended to be a hopeful or reassuring one. Neither option is all rainbows: that they either perished on their grand adventure, or for some reason decided to isolate themselves, to remain apart. It isn't as if there isn't precedent for this, among the Amazons. For Cassie, however, the ancient connection is not there, and so she approaches the whole thing with her own typical naive curiousity rather than Diana's greater sense of purpose. Whatever happened, she'll help Diana find the truth, whatever it might be. And that alone is worth something. Plus, again, it's a pretty island. When they make it up to the tree line and the overgrown foliage concealing the statues, her attention is definitely more on them, such that she doesn't quite notice the stones underfoot compared to those staring them in the face. But Diana points it out, and she looks down. "Huh, yeah." Definitely a road! Traveling this path, she too has plenty of tree cover to brush aside, although this is one of those few times that being the short one makes it a little easier. Some of the big branches that might thwack Di in the face go right over her head! "Should we have brought machetes? This is pretty dense." Not that she's ever really used a machete. It's just the thing you'd do in a movie, searching a jungle for a lost ruin. Her mom for sure knows how to machete her way around... When they reach the aquaduct, however, her reaction is a bit more properly impressed. "Woah." Yep, the phone comes up. "Well, with this kind of structure, they... they must have really decided this place was home, yeah? And been here a long time. You don't build something like this for temporary use." Again, her instinct is to look all around the nearby area, searching for whatever other marvels might be hiding in the greenery.
Diana Prince	While Cassie is quick to pull out her phone to record it all, Diana is quick to step up to the edge of the intricately designed stonework that creates the aquaduct. It's wide, probably twenty feet across, and likely just as deep if not more-so. The water that flows through it is pure, clean, save for the tropical foliage that has fallen in to its glimmering embrace. Once again, Diana looks over to Cassie, and for once she nods toward the phone. "Record as much as you can. I do want your mother's input on this, and I may bring her here next time." The Princess says in a calm tone before she starts tmoving alongside the edge of the aquaduct, her hand brushing across a partially eroded guard-rail that was built to provide some added safety for those moving alongside the hand crafted waterway. "This is the same style as the waterways within Themyscira City." Diana notes. "They had a builder on their crew... maybe more than one." The clear similarities of the architecture on display here would lean to that, considering this looks like part of the Queen's city pulled directly out of Paradise Island, and ported in to this miniature version of it. Moving onward ahead, Diana passes through some overgrown grass that is reaching up from between the stones that makeup the pathway road alongside the water. The tall blades of grass brush across Diana's sides as she passes through them, one after another, with the streaming sunlight crossing over her, as well as Cassie, should the blonde keep up! Eventually the aquaduct makes a hard turn toward the mountains that begin to rise up toward the west of the island's center, and through the dense foliage the duo will see it, the end of the waterway. It ends at a large pool, surrounded by stone columns each mounted by a old brazier that looks ripped off of a Themysciran ship. No fires burn in the braziers, of course, with vines replacing flames, crawling down the stone columns toward the ground, or vice-versa. Diana walks up to the edge of the massive clear-water pool, staring down upon it, at her own reflection. At the base of the pool water are a number of submerged statues of more Amazon Warrior women. But why submerged? Their faces stare up at the sky above, their hands in fists, and their forearms crossed. These submerged statues draw Diana's attention for several moments before she looks across the pool, to where the water source is coming from.. A rather giant stone gate, the stone gate covered in the reflective surface of metal. Metal crafted in the shape of feathers. Each feather having a myriad of wild colors, some of the feathers have been pulled from the doorway, while most still remain in their propert placement within the giant stone wall. This causes Diana to have that little confused wrinkle crease form between her dark eyebrows. She stares upon the multi-colored feathers that cover the stone wall, thirty feet away, across the glimmering pool. "They created a fortress, set in to the mountains." Diana says, glancing over to Cassie." She looks back toward the gate, seeing no way to open it from this far back, but her eyes do view something else... beneath the water's surface. "Is your phone water proof?" Diana asks her counterpart, before she gives her another glance... What her eyes say is rather clear, just as the watery pool before them. A moment later and Diana is diving, her form splashing in to the pool, and dipping down beneath its surface level! Her form is visible inside the warm waters, as she gracefully begins to swim toward the base of the stone gate barring them entrance to the fortress. She swims toward a set of stone columns underneath it, that seem to be just wide enough for a person to pass between them...
Cassie Sandsmark	Cassie sure does record! Despite whatever jokes about her followers, there's definitely a sense that this is more serious and purposeful. Because it is precisely the kind of thing that might warrant that kind of deeper study, particularly if they don't find any current residents. "Yeah she'd love this. Kinda like going to Themyscira, but with the benefit-" She pauses, rethinking the phrasing. "-but with more to really 'discover.' It does look really similar, though." As for keeping up? Cassie does this too, although as their walk grows longer, she demonstrates both her relative lack of patience, but also her knack for lateral thinking and otherwise breaking the expected rules. Not that it's much of a rule, but... ...well, rather than just endlessly following it as Diana hikes the path, she abruptly takes off into the air, shooting up through the canopy above them, to get a look from that vantage point. (And, perhaps, to give her footsies a rest!) From above, the distant mountains are all the more 'present,' and she scans about to get a proper lay of the land. They'd have seen it while descending in the jet, of course, but there is something about doing it without the intermediary of the Lansinarian scanners and other technology. On the other hand, from up there, the forest really swallows up the structure beneath, which peeks out only here and there from the sea of green. But the pool ahead is obvious, as the forest gives way to the larger body of water. Rather than walking the distance, it's that she homes in on, flying ahead to swoop down from a different angle as Diana makes her approach on foot. She loops near the top of one of the columns and looks down into the top of the overgrown brazier that caps it. And takes a picture, natch. From there, she dips down, skimming near the surface, looking down into the depths, to the gathering of stone women bellow. "Uh, you know, spoiler warning and all that, but does this look a bit uh, Medusa-y to you? Or some other kind of divine punishment?" It pays to be genre savvy! Especially when said body of 'myth' happens to account for your extended family... While she's briefly fascinated by the door, swinging her phone that way to record it, Diana's question shifts her attention back to the submerged posse. And to her phone. "Uh... its rated IP68, I think. So in theory, if it's not too deep or for too long..." She seems hesitant. To a woman of her age, this phone is her life! A part of her! Dare she put it in danger's path? "Ah well. Uh, lemme make sure I back up what I took so far at least..." And then, without touching the group, she loops around and drops down into the water after Di! At least the swimsuit comes in handy!
Diana Prince	At least it was water from a hot spring, right? The swim is through calm water, and soon the pair of them pass between those stone pillars that hold the father-adorned gate aloft. As they pass beneath the gate, however, the sunlight begins to fade in to darkness, with only a faint glow ahead leading them onward. Diana swims a good twenty feet in to the darkness before she starts to ascend again, looking to Cassie as she ascends, her dark hair moving in a ghostly fashion around her face beneath the spring water. She surfaces, her glistening wet face rising up from the water. She lingers there in the center of the aquaduct as it continues on ahead in to the darkness of the underground fortress. On either sides of the handmade waterway, more columns can be seen lining the walkway in to the fortress, and Diana begins to swim forward with her shield bobbing up and down behind her back, her lasso doing the same at her side against her thigh. "Stairs." Diana says, her husky voice softly echoing in the dimly lit darkness of the cavern they've entered. At the end of the aquaduct, a tall set of stairs leads up out of the water, and upon reaching it, Diana begins to walk up from the water. It pours from her body in softly spilling layers, as the Princess strokes her dark hair back behind her head with both hands raised up over her shoulders. Once her dark strands of wet locks are pushed free from her eyes, she simply continues up the stairway, one confident step of armored boot upon stone, after another. "This is extensive..." Diana finally says again, once more looking to where her partner is in this exploration trek. When they reach the top of the staircase, the source of the dim light becomes clear. They now stand at the top of a underground pool surrounded on all sides by stone walkways, walkways that hold stone caskets marked for the Amazon warrior who calls it as their last resting place. The caskets line the pool, and the pool itself is illuminated by underwater phosphorus growth clinging to the pool's basin. In the center of the majestic pool is the Amazonian ship that brought the Warrior women here. Aged, ancient, but intact. Clearly it is not in any serviceable condition any longer, but it still floats, it still has a regal undertone to its design, marred only by the adventure that brought it here, and the stress of time weighing down upon it. Behind the old Amazonian ship, three waterfalls cascade their hot spring water down in to the pool that the vessel resides within, each one pouring steamy water down in to the last resting place of the ship, and its crew. All of this is a lot to take in visually, and Diana's eyes are roaming it all as she tries to do just so. A single beam of sunlight comes in through a hole in the rocky ceiling high above, adding yet more atmosphere and ambience to this old place. And a shadow moves across it, the shadowy presence streaking across the waterfalls, and the stone walls that they pour from. "Something is here." Diana quietly says.
Cassie Sandsmark	In their travels, they encounter many obstacles like these, and against each must be tested. Sometimes, it's intense Amazon training that carries them, sometimes the divine gifts that Diana ever pushes Cassie to better hone. In this case, there is no doubt that those heightened senses would be of great use, down in the dark depths of that pool. However, Cassie has a different solution. The phone's flashlight comes on, and Cassie gives Diana a big thumbs-up as she looks back after her in the water! It shines rather brightly, too, albeit with a somewhat harsh artificially cool light, utilizing the strong LED normally used as the camera's flash. Given that purpose, it's a rather wide light, perhaps not as focused as you'd want for diving, with how the water tends to diffuse and refract the light. Still, it certainly helps, illuminating the nearest portions of the aquaduct as Cassie kicks her way through. That light widens as she breaches the surface behind Diana, filling the nearby tunnel as she takes advantage of the space to hold her phone above the surface. Gotta do what she can to keep it dry! The stairs at the end finally provide a bit of an escape from the water-y portion of their journey, and Cassie climbs up behind Diana, dripping in a similar fashion. While they stand there and take in their new surroundings, she tugs a little at one side of her bikini top with her free hand, to make sure everything is still in place. For now, the phone seems to have survived the ordeal, and its light allows her to continue to record the whole journey, until they reach the top of the stairs. Of course, the grandeur of what they find there is unmistakable in its purpose, and even cheery Cassie turns a little more somber. There's no commentary from her, as she documents the walkways, the caskets, and finally, the grand ship at its center. Again, her first vocal reaction is a simple, "Wow." It takes her a little to process it, and she keeps recording, ambling around to get different angles. "It's really well preserved, almost like a museum. I'm sure-" Whatever thought about her mom's research is cut short by Diana's warning, and for once, Cassie tucks away the phone, in anticipation of any danger. "Something? Feels like something couldn't possibly be good..."