"She is dead." Ariel confirms. "But it just so happens Annie has just now gone from my sight. But I mean... that doesn't mean she is actually gone, I'm guessing here. And never mind the menopause thing, Was a joke. And you know, Maras, Renard has a point, if you know something about what's going on, then speak up. We're your friends, right? In any case, I'm gonna have to go with Renard on this, let's fight this thing... somehow. I can do without food for a few hours. Ideas, Ren?"
Renard pauses to think about this for a second.
"On finding her? Nah, don't need to worry 'bout that... she'll come to us. I feel I know that for a fact."
Renard pauses to think about this for a second.
"On finding her? Nah, don't need to worry 'bout that... she'll come to us. I feel I know that for a fact."
"That much is painfully clear. But getting at her is another matter altogether."
"That much is painfully clear. But getting at her is another matter altogether."
Renard sighs.
"Nothing we can do 'bout that. They'll definitely have the element of surprise. Only thing we can do is just ride the waves and rely on our wits," he replies.
Renard sighs.
"Nothing we can do 'bout that. They'll definitely have the element of surprise. Only thing we can do is just ride the waves and rely on our wits," he replies.
"Hmm, well, if that's the case..." Ariel looks around to see if there's any sign of Annie, while receiving another hot flush; "then she could attack at any time, anywhere, and it's out of our control for now, so we might as well go with Maras and grab some food in the meantime." He looks at Maras. "I take it you've got an idea where we might find a nice meal around here then? Man can't live on candy alone."
Not enjoying having to call out to people far away to talk, he walks towards the dark figure, but he isn't really scared, just cautious. Within just a few feet of the Dark figure, he glances back to see if Jack and Niamh had come with him... then looking back at the figure, he said:
"Maybe Boris knows who you're looking for. I know a very bad girl. A very, very very bad girl. Her name is Annie, you know. You should say her name if you know it. That would make things easier for Boris." He thinks for a moment, considering any other information he might have that could be helpful. "...Anyway... Boris thought he killed the bad girl in that house in the grave yard." he glances in direction of the graveyard. "But the bad girl confused Boris and Boris can't find her no more. That happened only a little while ago. Boris want to find the bad girl too you know. Boris kill her for real this time - you just wait and see."
Boris lifts one side of his mouth, showing he couldn't really think of anything else to say, and then he reaches out to give the dark figure a comforting pat on the shoulder. "I sure do hope that help you, Mr."
The Dark figure, in response to the words of Boris, makes the same snake rattle as previously heard, though it lasts but a moment. Above, the Raven is already moving onward in direction of the cemetery Boris had indicated. When Boris pats the Dark figure on the shoulder, the figure turns their head. Though their face can not be seen, it is clear that they are observing this action with curiosity. Before Boris's hand retreats, a small electric shock is delivered from the figures shoulder and into Boris in a colorful dance of purple light. For reference; This shock would be the equivalent of a man being stunned by a domestic household electrical outlet.
Upon delivery of the shock, the figure removes their hands from their sleeves. Thin black nails protrude from each of their slender fingers. Their skin is a slategray with a gloss appearance, yet tacky like the surface of wax. More curios than this was what seemed to be purple electrical currents that crawled upon their skin in worm like fashion.
With the use of one arm, they gently push Boris aside then proceed to glide, sheathing there hands back into their sleeves as they arrive facing close to Jack and Niamh, pause quietly for a time, then move on towards the cemetery. As they breach Church grounds, they fade from sight. A light tremor shakes the earth.
Ei smiles as Annie gives her another kiss and brings her to where the others are.
"Why thank you, Annie. This will make things far easier."
Ei looks around at the group, seemingly stopping for a bit when looking at Maras, then continues observing the others.
"So, got anything specific in mind?"
Annie snickers and nudges Ei with her elbow while listening to the conversation between Ariel and the other two.
"We should wait until they are eating... I like to play with my food."
She regards Ei with a long, affectionate smile, as someone deeply infatuated.
"You're my first friend... ever."
As the group wanders around, they come across a lone house standing on an island in the middle of the river that runs through the town. Smoke rises up from out of the chimney, indicating someone is there.
Vernon is entertained by the prospect of crossing the river.
"Good day for a swim." He jests with the group, and turns to them, placing one hand on Ki's shoulder for comfort. "Is anyone here unable to swim? If so, stay on the banks, the rest of us will return shortly." He looks at Ki; "Climb up on my back, you may be able to swim but I don't want to take any chances with your life." The weapons on his back were padded and sheathed, and therefor would present no danger to the girl.
Vernon is a strong swimmer, and Ki jumps on his back, clutching tight with her legs and arms as Vernon makes his way to the island. The water is cold, very, and the effort is great with the extra weight of Ki, but once there he awaits the others before knocking firmly on the door of the house.
Boris decided to accept Niamh's apology for now, since Jack said she was okay.
The matter of the dark figure that awaited answers on the indecent girl was foremost on Boris's mind atm. Like Jack, Boris didn't get a good feeling from the cloaked figure, which made him feel a lot like he didn't want to disappoint the stranger at all. He therefore takes Jack's advice - also thinking that Jack was probably right about the said girl being Annie - and so finally decided to respond to the cloaked figure.
Not enjoying having to call out to people far away to talk, he walks towards the dark figure, but he isn't really scared, just cautious. Within just a few feet of the Dark figure, he glances back to see if Jack and Niamh had come with him... then looking back at the figure, he said:
"Maybe Boris knows who you're looking for. I know a very bad girl. A very, very very bad girl. Her name is Annie, you know. You should say her name if you know it. That would make things easier for Boris." He thinks for a moment, considering any other information he might have that could be helpful. "...Anyway... Boris thought he killed the bad girl in that house in the grave yard." he glances in direction of the graveyard. "But the bad girl confused Boris and Boris can't find her no more. That happened only a little while ago. Boris want to find the bad girl too you know. Boris kill her for real this time - you just wait and see."
Boris lifts one side of his mouth, showing he couldn't really think of anything else to say, and then he reaches out to give the dark figure a comforting pat on the shoulder. "I sure do hope that help you, Mr."
Jack watches as Boris approaches the cloaked figure, giving a thumbs up and a nod when Boris looks back at him and Niamh. While he chose not to step forward unless necessary, he would have Boris's back if things went awry. He continues to watch Boris and the figure intently as the former talks to the latter.
A little ways a way from where this is taking place, a man with no shoes and about average height and average build, dressed in a pale blue one piece, slip-on night robe, was walking on the road. The man seemed to be wandering aimlessly, each step he took appeared awkward and disorientated as he looked to be lost in a daze, head slightly tilted as his eyes gazed lifelessly up at the sky. Eventually he reached a building on the other side of the road and just walk right into the wall, unable to walk any farther even though his feet kept moving as if he wasn't aware that his path had been blocked.
Buttons, curled up in Jack's arms, took his attention from the cloaked figure to watch this man with peculiar intrigue, until the man walked into the wall and Buttons, apparently embarrassed by what he was seeing, buried his face in Jacks armor so he didn't have to watch anymore.
Jack, focused on the cloaked figure, does not take notice of the stumbling man.
The Dark figure, in response to the words of Boris, makes the same snake rattle as previously heard, though it lasts but a moment. Above, the Raven is already moving onward in direction of the cemetery Boris had indicated. When Boris pats the Dark figure on the shoulder, the figure turns their head. Though their face can not be seen, it is clear that they are observing this action with curiosity. Before Boris's hand retreats, a small electric shock is delivered from the figures shoulder and into Boris in a colorful dance of purple light. For reference; This shock would be the equivalent of a man being stunned by a domestic household electrical outlet.
Upon delivery of the shock, the figure removes their hands from their sleeves. Thin black nails protrude from each of their slender fingers. Their skin is a slategray with a gloss appearance, yet tacky like the surface of wax. More curios than this was what seemed to be purple electrical currents that crawled upon their skin in worm like fashion.
With the use of one arm, they gently push Boris aside then proceed to glide, sheathing there hands back into their sleeves as they arrive facing close to Jack and Niamh, pause quietly for a time, then move on towards the cemetery. As they breach Church grounds, they fade from sight. A light tremor shakes the earth.
Jack continues to silently observe the figure as it approaches himself and Niamh, struck with a sense of uncertainty as it pauses to face them for a short time; a slight sense of relief comes to Jack when it moves on and eventually fades out of sight. Jack looks between Boris and Niamh, starting, "Well, I think that went well."
Realizing he was still unarmored from his brief time in the tower belfry, Jack begins picking up pieces of his armor and equipment scattered in the snow around him, putting them back on. He tries to ignore how cold the metal has become from sitting in the snow.
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"Don't be Bashful," Annie giggles, obvious in her pretense; "If you want me so bad, just tell me, I'm right here for you, my darling."
"Don't call me that," Silas growls. "I will always be a lone wolf."
Silas continues to stumble in this unknown direction, not really caring about the consequences. Of course, he is still heading for the town, but he clearly is either avoiding the others altogether or exploring some different part of the map. But what is his goal? Frankly, even he doesn't know.
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My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE! My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
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Renard's rapid expression change startles Maras, who instinctively takes a step back.
"Wha-? I was just... thinking about things, y'know? I mean, I can't tell if you do, but I for one think."
Lyudmila chuckles at Chisille's lack of knowledge on the subject. She thought that a dragon of all things would know what lunch is.
"Lunch is a meal. In other words, food. People eat meals generally trice a day. Breakfast in the Morning, when it's becoming light, Lunch around Noon, when the sun is at it's highest point, and Dinner in the evening, when it is getting darker again."
"So in other words. I am suggesting we go look for food. How's that sound?
Chisille nods in realization when Lyudmila explains what lunch is all about, and realizes she was subjected to 'breakfast' as well. She thought it was strange that humans had decided to give names to when they eat food.
"But why wait to eat at... only three times? Why not when hungry? Why only at those times? More questions I ask, more I need to ask later..." she sighs and goes to sit down to help her in her bewilderment, then quickly stops as her underside touches snow again. The word 'food' resonated through her mind though, and at that her nose started to do it's job again.
"Ok... let's find food."
Gwendolyn nods agreeably, using her front teeth to tear a butterfly's body away from its wings.
Vernon is entertained by the prospect of crossing the river.
"Good day for a swim." He jests with the group, and turns to them, placing one hand on Ki's shoulder for comfort. "Is anyone here unable to swim? If so, stay on the banks, the rest of us will return shortly." He looks at Ki; "Climb up on my back, you may be able to swim but I don't want to take any chances with your life." The weapons on his back were padded and sheathed, and therefor would present no danger to the girl.
Vernon is a strong swimmer, and Ki jumps on his back, clutching tight with her legs and arms as Vernon makes his way to the island. The water is cold, very, and the effort is great with the extra weight of Ki, but once there he awaits the others before knocking firmly on the door of the house.
Ace watches Vernon plunge into the river. They close their eyes with a quiet sigh.
For a minute, nothing happens. They tug lightly on the edge of their hood.
Pillars of stone swing out from the water, setting themselves like square stepping stones in the water. As the last one falls still, they start to hop across them. They quickly outpace Vernon, who has to swim.
"Hmm, well, if that's the case..." Ariel looks around to see if there's any sign of Annie, while receiving another hot flush; "then she could attack at any time, anywhere, and it's out of our control for now, so we might as well go with Maras and grab some food in the meantime." He looks at Maras. "I take it you've got an idea where we might find a nice meal around here then? Man can't live on candy alone."
Maras seems to think for a moment, before shrugging.
"Most of the food around is either already eaten or rotten. Maybe there's something in the farmlands, but don't expect to find a restaurant or something where they'll serve food."
Annie snickers and nudges Ei with her elbow while listening to the conversation between Ariel and the other two.
"We should wait until they are eating... I like to play with my food."
She regards Ei with a long, affectionate smile, as someone deeply infatuated.
"You're my first friend... ever."
Ei smiles at Annie's comment about playing with food and gives her a hug when she says Ei is her first friend.
"Don't worry. I'll be your friend for as long as you want me to, alright? Now, shall we go see where Ariel and his 'friends' go?"
Vernon is entertained by the prospect of crossing the river.
"Good day for a swim." He jests with the group, and turns to them, placing one hand on Ki's shoulder for comfort. "Is anyone here unable to swim? If so, stay on the banks, the rest of us will return shortly." He looks at Ki; "Climb up on my back, you may be able to swim but I don't want to take any chances with your life." The weapons on his back were padded and sheathed, and therefor would present no danger to the girl.
Vernon is a strong swimmer, and Ki jumps on his back, clutching tight with her legs and arms as Vernon makes his way to the island. The water is cold, very, and the effort is great with the extra weight of Ki, but once there he awaits the others before knocking firmly on the door of the house.
Ki holds on tight when Vernon starts swimming. She can't swim and is terrified of bodies of water, but she does her best not to show it (though she probably doesn't succeed at that). When they arrive on the island, Ki's fear only becomes worse when she realises the only way off this island is through the water, so she grabs Vernon's sleeve, and holds onto it, staying close.
((Since most others haven't posted yet Vernon hasn't knocked on the door yet so I'm not including a response to that.))
Jack watches as Boris approaches the cloaked figure, giving a thumbs up and a nod when Boris looks back at him and Niamh. While he chose not to step forward unless necessary, he would have Boris's back if things went awry. He continues to watch Boris and the figure intently as the former talks to the latter.
Jack, focused on the cloaked figure, does not take notice of the stumbling man.
Jack continues to silently observe the figure as it approaches himself and Niamh, struck with a sense of uncertainty as it pauses to face them for a short time; a slight sense of relief comes to Jack when it moves on and eventually fades out of sight. Jack looks between Boris and Niamh, starting, "Well, I think that went well."
Realizing he was still unarmored from his brief time in the tower belfry, Jack begins picking up pieces of his armor and equipment scattered in the snow around him, putting them back on. He tries to ignore how cold the metal has become from sitting in the snow.
Jack doesn't have too long to try and get used to the cold when a chunk of wall from the Tower flies right past his face, smashing into a building behind them and causing it to collapse, filling the area with dust that obscures their vision.
Gwendolyn nods agreeably, using her front teeth to tear a butterfly's body away from its wings.
Lyudmila raises her eyebrow at Gwen eating a butterfly, but doesn't question it. People can have weird tastes, and Lyudmila has experienced weirder tastes before. Instead, she focuses on trying to think of a place to find food. Food was and is rare in Waise ever since the quarantine was raised. The town had relied on imports to get most of their food, and with the quarantine those imports came to a stop, which led to multiple deaths due to starvation.
Ace watches Vernon plunge into the river. They close their eyes with a quiet sigh.
For a minute, nothing happens. They tug lightly on the edge of their hood.
Pillars of stone swing out from the water, setting themselves like square stepping stones in the water. As the last one falls still, they start to hop across them. They quickly outpace Vernon, who has to swim.
Ki watches in amazement at Ace's stepping stones. But doesn't even dare getting close enough to the shore to try and hop onto one to see if she could make it back on her own if she needed to flee.
Jack watches as Boris approaches the cloaked figure, giving a thumbs up and a nod when Boris looks back at him and Niamh. While he chose not to step forward unless necessary, he would have Boris's back if things went awry. He continues to watch Boris and the figure intently as the former talks to the latter.
Jack, focused on the cloaked figure, does not take notice of the stumbling man.
Jack continues to silently observe the figure as it approaches himself and Niamh, struck with a sense of uncertainty as it pauses to face them for a short time; a slight sense of relief comes to Jack when it moves on and eventually fades out of sight. Jack looks between Boris and Niamh, starting, "Well, I think that went well."
Realizing he was still unarmored from his brief time in the tower belfry, Jack begins picking up pieces of his armor and equipment scattered in the snow around him, putting them back on. He tries to ignore how cold the metal has become from sitting in the snow.
"You don't say." Niamh replies.
The wall crashes down near Niamh and Jack. The area gets covered in dust.
Chisille starts the search for food, using her keen sense of smell to trace anything that she could consider even slightly edible. Occasionally she would leap through a window and into a house, searching around in there as well. Usually she found cupboards that smelt terrible, as if it was full of mold and rotting food. A quick check inside them confirmed this.
After the third house's cupboards were opened, she sneezed out a few agitating spores from a mushroom that was growing on some old bread, causing a spark of fire to blow out from her nose. The flame's light lit up the deeper section of the cupboard, revealing a jar with something inside it. She wasn't sure what it was, but it had to be better then inedible rot. She reached inside and rolled out the jar.
Now there was the issue of the jar itself. She wanted to open it and eat all of it's contents for herself, but every time she tried to unscrew the jar lid, she fumbled and caused the jar to roll a short distance away. No real opposable thumbs made many tasks humans could do more difficult, but this just ended up being impossible. She would have to return to the others for help with the stubborn jar, and so carefully grabbing the lid with her jaws she went back outside the building towards the others.
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Jack doesn't have too long to try and get used to the cold when a chunk of wall from the Tower flies right past his face, smashing into a building behind them and causing it to collapse, filling the area with dust that obscures their vision.
The Dark figure, in response to the words of Boris, makes the same snake rattle as previously heard, though it lasts but a moment. Above, the Raven is already moving onward in direction of the cemetery Boris had indicated. When Boris pats the Dark figure on the shoulder, the figure turns their head. Though their face can not be seen, it is clear that they are observing this action with curiosity. Before Boris's hand retreats, a small electric shock is delivered from the figures shoulder and into Boris in a colorful dance of purple light. For reference; This shock would be the equivalent of a man being stunned by a domestic household electrical outlet.
Upon delivery of the shock, the figure removes their hands from their sleeves. Thin black nails protrude from each of their slender fingers. Their skin is a slategray with a gloss appearance, yet tacky like the surface of wax. More curios than this was what seemed to be purple electrical currents that crawled upon their skin in worm like fashion.
With the use of one arm, they gently push Boris aside then proceed to glide, sheathing there hands back into their sleeves as they arrive facing close to Jack and Niamh, pause quietly for a time, then move on towards the cemetery. As they breach Church grounds, they fade from sight. A light tremor shakes the earth.
"Daw..." Boris is a little shocked since he had never been electrocuted before. He feels kinda funny for a while, and doesn't know what to do when the dark figure pushes him out of the way. He decided to pick up a nearby stone and throw it at the figure as they walk away, calling out "You a very bad man!", but the stone only hits the ground because the fugure disappears before the stone can reach them.
Jack watches as Boris approaches the cloaked figure, giving a thumbs up and a nod when Boris looks back at him and Niamh. While he chose not to step forward unless necessary, he would have Boris's back if things went awry. He continues to watch Boris and the figure intently as the former talks to the latter.
Jack continues to silently observe the figure as it approaches himself and Niamh, struck with a sense of uncertainty as it pauses to face them for a short time; a slight sense of relief comes to Jack when it moves on and eventually fades out of sight. Jack looks between Boris and Niamh, starting, "Well, I think that went well."
Realizing he was still unarmored from his brief time in the tower belfry, Jack begins picking up pieces of his armor and equipment scattered in the snow around him, putting them back on. He tries to ignore how cold the metal has become from sitting in the snow.
"It didn't go very well for me," Boris admits to Jack. "Boris feels all funny inside now..." He gives Buttons a little pat to make himself feel better.
The wall crashes down near Niamh and Jack. The area gets covered in dust.
"Jack, I suggest we run now."
As the dust settles, Boris looks at the remains of the wall tower that had almost hit Jack. He doesn't like at all that Jack was almost hurt. He looks around for the culprit and grabs his bone, holding it like a club, ready to do some smash-smash.
When Niamh suggests running, Boris grumbles and shakes his head. "Boris think you a sissy girl! Boris protect Jack." He looks at Jack, and asks; "Jack isn't any sissy, right?"
Meanwhile, Buttons takes his head out from covering his eyes in Jacks armor when the loud noise occurs. He looks around to see what has happened. The staggering fool on the other side of the road was still trying to walk through a wall, which makes Buttons moan with disappointment, but the broken piece of wall and the imminent new threat soon distracts him. He looks up at Jack, at Boris, at Niamh, not quite sure what's gonna happen next.
Boy oh boy, Buttons thinks, things were so much easier in a human body. If only I could pronounce words properly with this cat mouth, I would let Niamh know that I agree with her - We should probably get the hell out of her!
Buttons eyes pop with concern as he looks at Jack, and releases a long groaning meow, which sounds distinctly like he is trying to say, "I'll goooo.". And of course leaving was probably the best thing for Buttons, since he had no way of helping when it came to combat. So he jumps from Jack arms and runs for a safe place, hopefully with a view of the upcoming action.
Maras seems to think for a moment, before shrugging.
"Most of the food around is either already eaten or rotten. Maybe there's something in the farmlands, but don't expect to find a restaurant or something where they'll serve food."
"Well hey," Ariel says as a chill runs through him, causing him to shiver madly; "Let's just go find a farm or something then. Do what you do best, and lead the way."
Maras seems to think for a moment, before shrugging.
"Most of the food around is either already eaten or rotten. Maybe there's something in the farmlands, but don't expect to find a restaurant or something where they'll serve food."
"Well hey," Ariel says as a chill runs through him, causing him to shiver madly; "Let's just go find a farm or something then. Do what you do best, and lead the way."
Renard rubs his chin, recalling his breakfast.
"That witch's food was pretty good," he remarks. "Just a little too bad I ticked off the ladies. Where does she get her ingredients from, anyway?"
Jack doesn't have too long to try and get used to the cold when a chunk of wall from the Tower flies right past his face, smashing into a building behind them and causing it to collapse, filling the area with dust that obscures their vision.
Jack pauses in shock for a moment as the wall passes in front of him; quickly shaking it off, he draws Magebuster, turning his focus in the direction of the church and watching for any more incoming chunks of debris as he waits for the dust to clear.
As the dust settles, Boris looks at the remains of the wall tower that had almost hit Jack. He doesn't like at all that Jack was almost hurt. He looks around for the culprit and grabs his bone, holding it like a club, ready to do some smash-smash.
When Niamh suggests running, Boris grumbles and shakes his head. "Boris think you a sissy girl! Boris protect Jack." He looks at Jack, and asks; "Jack isn't any sissy, right?"
"Knowing when to fight and when to flee isn't quite something I'd call being a sissy, Boris. It's how most of us live to see another day," Jack replies, his focus remaining on the church as he speaks, "But fight or flight, I'll wait until I have a better idea of what we're up against here before I make my decision."
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"Against all the evil that Hell can conjure, all the wickedness that mankind can produce; We will send unto them... only you."
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The door to the undertaker's house is opened and a dark figure stands at the threshold quietly unmoving. A light breeze sweeps through the now spotless interior, circulating as an effervescent entity that soon gathers above the fireplace, perched as a raven upon the mantle.
Lacking concern, the Undertaker is seated at the table, his sunken eyes staring distantly into the tea of his cup that is held clemently in the clasp of both hands. Some time does pass when then, without falter, he speaks in a deadening voice.
“You will not find her here.”
Though a soft hum is emitted in response, the dark figure remains still.
The undertaker shifts the gaze from his cup to meet his company. “But please, tarry with me.” One corner of his mouth lifts in the scarce forming of a taunt. “Do enter as you please….”
Upon its perch the raven cockles its feathers, examining the room while the dark figure drifts past the threshold. The door shuts in their wake. Becoming still once more in the centre of the room, they speak, their voice but a rasped whisper;
“Child… do you think you can beguile me?”
The undertaker faintly grimaces, takes a sip from the cup, licks the corner of his mouth, then replies; “I am not yours to take. I will not be your harlot.”
“Debating your fate is no option.” The figure holds out his hand, a single finger extended to the door. “You will join me.”
“I will not.” The undertaker sets the cup upon the table, placing both hands flat at each side of it. “You will leave this place without me.”
“Do not make this harder than need be, Ann.”
The undertaker's voice now changes to that of a girl and mocks the visitor with laughter. “You have no power over me, ancient fool.”
The dark figure groans deeply and draws closer to the old man. “You have been deceived by the sweet flavor of your power. Yet you embarrass yourself, for your works here are puerility. They are heard throughout the realms as but a stain upon all that is majestic. Ann… you must learn discipline… you must be taught… or you must die to end the shame you have birthed.”
Rising from his seat, the undertaker grins maliciously. “My mother may have licked the feet of your Order, but I will not. I don’t care about you. I don’t care about your Order. I don’t care about them.” As he speaks the undertaker transforms, growing scales… wings… lowering down on all fours… and at the closing of his words a small dragon has taken shape in his stead. The dragon is the image of Chisille, her mouth opening as she inhales to summon fire.
“Then you request your death…” The dark figure responds, unthreatened, unmoving from their position as they raise one hand, palm held flat towards her.
With a vile growl flames explodes from the dragon, filling the house with infernal heat and causing the door to burst from its fixture then tumble across the cemetery on fire. Its momentum is so great that it exits the cemetery and arrives in front of the church where it settles near Jack, Boris, and Niamh, no more than a charred slab of smoking timber. At the same time the young dragon makes her hasty escape, scampering fast from the burning house, dodging the grave stone as she flees the cemetery and then vanishes into the town. A while later the dark figure emerges from the flames untouched, calm, gliding through cemetery in pursuit.
While all this was happening, Annie, in the company of Ei, is no longer mindfully present. Her eyes are turned to the ground as if entranced by a troubling daydream - yet she is speaking, uttering in unison every word that is delivered from the undertaker’s mouth. Then, in the moment that the Dragon flees from the burning house, Annie snaps from her trance and lifts her troubled eyes to Ei.
“They have come for me…” She said, her words accompanied by the exhale of smoke.
Out of character: I will respond further on matters concerning other interaction with players once more have responded. To also mention Nucleep specifically, I have not ignored you. Will respond to your post soon.
Arin continues walking through the wilderness looking for clearing while holding his scythe by his side.
Arin eventually finds a clearly. Though, strangely enough, the half of the Clearing (the side he approached) is covered in lush green grass, while the other half is covered in a thick layer of now. The same goes for any nearby trees and plants. It's as if a very, very localised snowstorm occured nearby that wasn't big enough to spread it's snow very far.
Chisille starts the search for food, using her keen sense of smell to trace anything that she could consider even slightly edible. Occasionally she would leap through a window and into a house, searching around in there as well. Usually she found cupboards that smelt terrible, as if it was full of mold and rotting food. A quick check inside them confirmed this.
After the third house's cupboards were opened, she sneezed out a few agitating spores from a mushroom that was growing on some old bread, causing a spark of fire to blow out from her nose. The flame's light lit up the deeper section of the cupboard, revealing a jar with something inside it. She wasn't sure what it was, but it had to be better then inedible rot. She reached inside and rolled out the jar.
Now there was the issue of the jar itself. She wanted to open it and eat all of it's contents for herself, but every time she tried to unscrew the jar lid, she fumbled and caused the jar to roll a short distance away. No real opposable thumbs made many tasks humans could do more difficult, but this just ended up being impossible. She would have to return to the others for help with the stubborn jar, and so carefully grabbing the lid with her jaws she went back outside the building towards the others.
As Chisille makes her way out of the building, she literally bumps into Lyudmila, who wasn't paying attention. Lyudmila looses her footing and falls face-first in the snow. She doesn't lay down for quite a while however. The snow is just a wee bit too cold to be taking a nap in, especially with an empty stomach.
"Oh, hey there. Sorry for not looking where you were going." Lyudmila says as she notices Chisille. Her eyes then fall on the jar. "Did you find that?"
Renard rubs his chin, recalling his breakfast.
"That witch's food was pretty good," he remarks. "Just a little too bad I ticked off the ladies. Where does she get her ingredients from, anyway?"
Maras shrugs.
"I haven't gotten a clue to be honest. I've seen her pulls stuff out of both her sleeves and her hat, literally. Apparently she can conjure items that belong to her as long as nobody can see her hands. Sounds like a very useful and very fancy type of magic. But even then, where she got the stuff for breakfast is still a mystery to me."
Jack pauses in shock for a moment as the wall passes in front of him; quickly shaking it off, he draws Magebuster, turning his focus in the direction of the church and watching for any more incoming chunks of debris as he waits for the dust to clear.
"Knowing when to fight and when to flee isn't quite something I'd call being a sissy, Boris. It's how most of us live to see another day," Jack replies, his focus remaining on the church as he speaks, "But fight or flight, I'll wait until I have a better idea of what we're up against here before I make my decision."
Jack doesn't have a lot of time to focus, as more debris flies towards him, apparently aimed. If he doesn't dodge he'll go splat against the wall that is headed towards him at an alarming speed.
The door to the undertaker's house is opened and a dark figure stands at the threshold quietly unmoving. A light breeze sweeps through the now spotless interior, circulating as an effervescent entity that soon gathers above the fireplace, perched as a raven upon the mantle.
Lacking concern, the Undertaker is seated at the table, his sunken eyes staring distantly into the tea of his cup that is held clemently in the clasp of both hands. Some time does pass when then, without falter, he speaks in a deadening voice.
“You will not find her here.”
Though a soft hum is emitted in response, the dark figure remains still.
The undertaker shifts the gaze from his cup to meet his company. “But please, tarry with me.” One corner of his mouth lifts in the scarce forming of a taunt. “Do enter as you please….”
Upon its perch the raven cockles its feathers, examining the room while the dark figure drifts past the threshold. The door shuts in their wake. Becoming still once more in the centre of the room, they speak, their voice but a rasped whisper;
“Child… do you think you can beguile me?”
The undertaker faintly grimaces, takes a sip from the cup, licks the corner of his mouth, then replies; “I am not yours to take. I will not be your harlot.”
“Debating your fate is no option.” The figure holds out his hand, a single finger extended to the door. “You will join me.”
“I will not.” The undertaker sets the cup upon the table, placing both hands flat at each side of it. “You will leave this place without me.”
“Do not make this harder than need be, Ann.”
The undertaker's voice now changes to that of a girl and mocks the visitor with laughter. “You have no power over me, ancient fool.”
The dark figure groans deeply and draws closer to the old man. “You have been deceived by the sweet flavor of your power. Yet you embarrass yourself, for your works here are puerility. They are heard throughout the realms as but a stain upon all that is majestic. Ann… you must learn discipline… you must be taught… or you must die to end the shame you have birthed.”
Rising from his seat, the undertaker grins maliciously. “My mother may have licked the feet of your Order, but I will not. I don’t care about you. I don’t care about your Order. I don’t care about them.” As he speaks the undertaker transforms, growing scales… wings… lowering down on all fours… and at the closing of his words a small dragon has taken shape in his stead. The dragon is the image of Chisille, her mouth opening as she inhales to summon fire.
“Then you request your death…” The dark figure responds, unthreatened, unmoving from their position as they raise one hand, palm held flat towards her.
With a vile growl flames explodes from the dragon, filling the house with infernal heat and causing the door to burst from its fixture then tumble across the cemetery on fire. Its momentum is so great that it exits the cemetery and arrives in front of the church where it settles near Jack, Boris, and Niamh, no more than a charred slab of smoking timber. At the same time the young dragon makes her hasty escape, scampering fast from the burning house, dodging the grave stone as she flees the cemetery and then vanishes into the town. A while later the dark figure emerges from the flames untouched, calm, gliding through cemetery in pursuit.
While all this was happening, Annie, in the company of Ei, is no longer mindfully present. Her eyes are turned to the ground as if entranced by a troubling daydream - yet she is speaking, uttering in unison every word that is delivered from the undertaker’s mouth. Then, in the moment that the Dragon flees from the burning house, Annie snaps from her trance and lifts her troubled eyes to Ei.
“They have come for me…” She said, her words accompanied by the exhale of smoke.
Ei is still holding Annie when she says that 'They' are coming for her. Ei doesn't really know who they are, but Ei does know that Annie isn't happy about that, and that 'they' are likely an enemy of Annie and therefore an enemy of Ei herself too. Ei wasn't going to let anyone harm her friends, she had so few of them that, to Ei, keeping them safe was of utmost importance.
Ei tilts her head sideways in response to Annie. "They?" She asks, as all colour slowly starts fading from the nearby area until the only source of colour remaining are Ei's blood-red eyes.
"Don't worry. Whoever they are, I'll be here to help you. And I won't let them take you. Not even Death can stop me from stopping them." Ei says, sighing once she finishes.
"So, are we going to wait here for them, or are we going to prepare?"
Ei is still holding Annie when she says that 'They' are coming for her. Ei doesn't really know who they are, but Ei does know that Annie isn't happy about that, and that 'they' are likely an enemy of Annie and therefore an enemy of Ei herself too. Ei wasn't going to let anyone harm her friends, she had so few of them that, to Ei, keeping them safe was of utmost importance.
Ei tilts her head sideways in response to Annie. "They?" She asks, as all colour slowly starts fading from the nearby area until the only source of colour remaining are Ei's blood-red eyes.
"Don't worry. Whoever they are, I'll be here to help you. And I won't let them take you. Not even Death can stop me from stopping them." Ei says, sighing once she finishes.
"So, are we going to wait here for them, or are we going to prepare?"
Annie keeps one arm wrapped tightly about Ei's waist. She rests her head upon her shoulder devotedly.
"You need not bother with me..." She speaks softly into her neck; "I don't want you to be hurt on my account. They won't stop..." She pulls away and stands back full of sincerity as the red glow of her eyes match Ei's. "We shall not kill him. They are smarter than that. They are..." She blinks slowly to consider her words. "..Even if we stop him, others will come in his place. As long as they are after me, no one is safe. But for now I have led him astray, he chases only a sprite of my existence... for now. You should not be with me when he comes. I will not let my only friend be hurt."
Having said these things, a tear is clearly present in Annie's eye, though she quickly wipes it away, fakes a smile and turns back to Ariel. "In the meantime, let's have some fun while we can." Distracted by the aforementioned thoughts again, she glances at Ei, and confides. "I'm sorry I can't tell you everything...To do so would make things worse for me... and for you."
Arin eventually finds a clearly. Though, strangely enough, the half of the Clearing (the side he approached) is covered in lush green grass, while the other half is covered in a thick layer of snow. The same goes for any nearby trees and plants. It's as if a very, very localized snowstorm occurred nearby that wasn't big enough to spread it's snow very far.
As Arin walks through the greenery he keeps his eyes peeled for anything edible (If anything is edible he harvests it). He reaches the snow-capped land and trudges through hoping to find something above the snow.
Renard pauses to think about this for a second.
"On finding her? Nah, don't need to worry 'bout that... she'll come to us. I feel I know that for a fact."
"That much is painfully clear. But getting at her is another matter altogether."
Renard sighs.
"Nothing we can do 'bout that. They'll definitely have the element of surprise. Only thing we can do is just ride the waves and rely on our wits," he replies.
"Hmm, well, if that's the case..." Ariel looks around to see if there's any sign of Annie, while receiving another hot flush; "then she could attack at any time, anywhere, and it's out of our control for now, so we might as well go with Maras and grab some food in the meantime." He looks at Maras. "I take it you've got an idea where we might find a nice meal around here then? Man can't live on candy alone."
The Dark figure, in response to the words of Boris, makes the same snake rattle as previously heard, though it lasts but a moment. Above, the Raven is already moving onward in direction of the cemetery Boris had indicated. When Boris pats the Dark figure on the shoulder, the figure turns their head. Though their face can not be seen, it is clear that they are observing this action with curiosity. Before Boris's hand retreats, a small electric shock is delivered from the figures shoulder and into Boris in a colorful dance of purple light. For reference; This shock would be the equivalent of a man being stunned by a domestic household electrical outlet.
Upon delivery of the shock, the figure removes their hands from their sleeves. Thin black nails protrude from each of their slender fingers. Their skin is a slategray with a gloss appearance, yet tacky like the surface of wax. More curios than this was what seemed to be purple electrical currents that crawled upon their skin in worm like fashion.
With the use of one arm, they gently push Boris aside then proceed to glide, sheathing there hands back into their sleeves as they arrive facing close to Jack and Niamh, pause quietly for a time, then move on towards the cemetery. As they breach Church grounds, they fade from sight. A light tremor shakes the earth.
Annie snickers and nudges Ei with her elbow while listening to the conversation between Ariel and the other two.
"We should wait until they are eating... I like to play with my food."
She regards Ei with a long, affectionate smile, as someone deeply infatuated.
"You're my first friend... ever."
Vernon is entertained by the prospect of crossing the river.
"Good day for a swim." He jests with the group, and turns to them, placing one hand on Ki's shoulder for comfort. "Is anyone here unable to swim? If so, stay on the banks, the rest of us will return shortly." He looks at Ki; "Climb up on my back, you may be able to swim but I don't want to take any chances with your life." The weapons on his back were padded and sheathed, and therefor would present no danger to the girl.
Vernon is a strong swimmer, and Ki jumps on his back, clutching tight with her legs and arms as Vernon makes his way to the island. The water is cold, very, and the effort is great with the extra weight of Ki, but once there he awaits the others before knocking firmly on the door of the house.
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Jack watches as Boris approaches the cloaked figure, giving a thumbs up and a nod when Boris looks back at him and Niamh. While he chose not to step forward unless necessary, he would have Boris's back if things went awry. He continues to watch Boris and the figure intently as the former talks to the latter.
Jack, focused on the cloaked figure, does not take notice of the stumbling man.
Jack continues to silently observe the figure as it approaches himself and Niamh, struck with a sense of uncertainty as it pauses to face them for a short time; a slight sense of relief comes to Jack when it moves on and eventually fades out of sight. Jack looks between Boris and Niamh, starting, "Well, I think that went well."
Realizing he was still unarmored from his brief time in the tower belfry, Jack begins picking up pieces of his armor and equipment scattered in the snow around him, putting them back on. He tries to ignore how cold the metal has become from sitting in the snow.
"Don't call me that," Silas growls. "I will always be a lone wolf."
Silas continues to stumble in this unknown direction, not really caring about the consequences. Of course, he is still heading for the town, but he clearly is either avoiding the others altogether or exploring some different part of the map. But what is his goal? Frankly, even he doesn't know.
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My RP: An Island
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Gwendolyn nods agreeably, using her front teeth to tear a butterfly's body away from its wings.
Ace watches Vernon plunge into the river. They close their eyes with a quiet sigh.
For a minute, nothing happens. They tug lightly on the edge of their hood.
Pillars of stone swing out from the water, setting themselves like square stepping stones in the water. As the last one falls still, they start to hop across them. They quickly outpace Vernon, who has to swim.
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Maras seems to think for a moment, before shrugging.
"Most of the food around is either already eaten or rotten. Maybe there's something in the farmlands, but don't expect to find a restaurant or something where they'll serve food."
Ei smiles at Annie's comment about playing with food and gives her a hug when she says Ei is her first friend.
"Don't worry. I'll be your friend for as long as you want me to, alright? Now, shall we go see where Ariel and his 'friends' go?"
Ki holds on tight when Vernon starts swimming. She can't swim and is terrified of bodies of water, but she does her best not to show it (though she probably doesn't succeed at that). When they arrive on the island, Ki's fear only becomes worse when she realises the only way off this island is through the water, so she grabs Vernon's sleeve, and holds onto it, staying close.
((Since most others haven't posted yet Vernon hasn't knocked on the door yet so I'm not including a response to that.))
Jack doesn't have too long to try and get used to the cold when a chunk of wall from the Tower flies right past his face, smashing into a building behind them and causing it to collapse, filling the area with dust that obscures their vision.
Lyudmila raises her eyebrow at Gwen eating a butterfly, but doesn't question it. People can have weird tastes, and Lyudmila has experienced weirder tastes before. Instead, she focuses on trying to think of a place to find food. Food was and is rare in Waise ever since the quarantine was raised. The town had relied on imports to get most of their food, and with the quarantine those imports came to a stop, which led to multiple deaths due to starvation.
Ki watches in amazement at Ace's stepping stones. But doesn't even dare getting close enough to the shore to try and hop onto one to see if she could make it back on her own if she needed to flee.
Arin continues walking through the wilderness looking for clearing while holding his scythe by his side.
"You don't say." Niamh replies.
The wall crashes down near Niamh and Jack. The area gets covered in dust.
"Jack, I suggest we run now."
- C.C.
Chisille starts the search for food, using her keen sense of smell to trace anything that she could consider even slightly edible. Occasionally she would leap through a window and into a house, searching around in there as well. Usually she found cupboards that smelt terrible, as if it was full of mold and rotting food. A quick check inside them confirmed this.
After the third house's cupboards were opened, she sneezed out a few agitating spores from a mushroom that was growing on some old bread, causing a spark of fire to blow out from her nose. The flame's light lit up the deeper section of the cupboard, revealing a jar with something inside it. She wasn't sure what it was, but it had to be better then inedible rot. She reached inside and rolled out the jar.
Now there was the issue of the jar itself. She wanted to open it and eat all of it's contents for herself, but every time she tried to unscrew the jar lid, she fumbled and caused the jar to roll a short distance away. No real opposable thumbs made many tasks humans could do more difficult, but this just ended up being impossible. She would have to return to the others for help with the stubborn jar, and so carefully grabbing the lid with her jaws she went back outside the building towards the others.
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"Daw..." Boris is a little shocked since he had never been electrocuted before. He feels kinda funny for a while, and doesn't know what to do when the dark figure pushes him out of the way. He decided to pick up a nearby stone and throw it at the figure as they walk away, calling out "You a very bad man!", but the stone only hits the ground because the fugure disappears before the stone can reach them.
"Stupid man! You should say thank you to Boris!"
"It didn't go very well for me," Boris admits to Jack. "Boris feels all funny inside now..." He gives Buttons a little pat to make himself feel better.
As the dust settles, Boris looks at the remains of the wall tower that had almost hit Jack. He doesn't like at all that Jack was almost hurt. He looks around for the culprit and grabs his bone, holding it like a club, ready to do some smash-smash.
When Niamh suggests running, Boris grumbles and shakes his head. "Boris think you a sissy girl! Boris protect Jack." He looks at Jack, and asks; "Jack isn't any sissy, right?"
Meanwhile, Buttons takes his head out from covering his eyes in Jacks armor when the loud noise occurs. He looks around to see what has happened. The staggering fool on the other side of the road was still trying to walk through a wall, which makes Buttons moan with disappointment, but the broken piece of wall and the imminent new threat soon distracts him. He looks up at Jack, at Boris, at Niamh, not quite sure what's gonna happen next.
Boy oh boy, Buttons thinks, things were so much easier in a human body. If only I could pronounce words properly with this cat mouth, I would let Niamh know that I agree with her - We should probably get the hell out of her!
Buttons eyes pop with concern as he looks at Jack, and releases a long groaning meow, which sounds distinctly like he is trying to say, "I'll goooo.". And of course leaving was probably the best thing for Buttons, since he had no way of helping when it came to combat. So he jumps from Jack arms and runs for a safe place, hopefully with a view of the upcoming action.
"Well hey," Ariel says as a chill runs through him, causing him to shiver madly; "Let's just go find a farm or something then. Do what you do best, and lead the way."
"I'm not a sissy. I don't want to die, that's all. You can stay here if you want. Even keep this guy with you." Niamh replies.
- C.C.
Renard rubs his chin, recalling his breakfast.
"That witch's food was pretty good," he remarks. "Just a little too bad I ticked off the ladies. Where does she get her ingredients from, anyway?"
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Jack pauses in shock for a moment as the wall passes in front of him; quickly shaking it off, he draws Magebuster, turning his focus in the direction of the church and watching for any more incoming chunks of debris as he waits for the dust to clear.
"Knowing when to fight and when to flee isn't quite something I'd call being a sissy, Boris. It's how most of us live to see another day," Jack replies, his focus remaining on the church as he speaks, "But fight or flight, I'll wait until I have a better idea of what we're up against here before I make my decision."
The door to the undertaker's house is opened and a dark figure stands at the threshold quietly unmoving. A light breeze sweeps through the now spotless interior, circulating as an effervescent entity that soon gathers above the fireplace, perched as a raven upon the mantle.
Lacking concern, the Undertaker is seated at the table, his sunken eyes staring distantly into the tea of his cup that is held clemently in the clasp of both hands. Some time does pass when then, without falter, he speaks in a deadening voice.
“You will not find her here.”
Though a soft hum is emitted in response, the dark figure remains still.
The undertaker shifts the gaze from his cup to meet his company. “But please, tarry with me.” One corner of his mouth lifts in the scarce forming of a taunt. “Do enter as you please….”
Upon its perch the raven cockles its feathers, examining the room while the dark figure drifts past the threshold. The door shuts in their wake. Becoming still once more in the centre of the room, they speak, their voice but a rasped whisper;
“Child… do you think you can beguile me?”
The undertaker faintly grimaces, takes a sip from the cup, licks the corner of his mouth, then replies; “I am not yours to take. I will not be your harlot.”
“Debating your fate is no option.” The figure holds out his hand, a single finger extended to the door. “You will join me.”
“I will not.” The undertaker sets the cup upon the table, placing both hands flat at each side of it. “You will leave this place without me.”
“Do not make this harder than need be, Ann.”
The undertaker's voice now changes to that of a girl and mocks the visitor with laughter. “You have no power over me, ancient fool.”
The dark figure groans deeply and draws closer to the old man. “You have been deceived by the sweet flavor of your power. Yet you embarrass yourself, for your works here are puerility. They are heard throughout the realms as but a stain upon all that is majestic. Ann… you must learn discipline… you must be taught… or you must die to end the shame you have birthed.”
Rising from his seat, the undertaker grins maliciously. “My mother may have licked the feet of your Order, but I will not. I don’t care about you. I don’t care about your Order. I don’t care about them.” As he speaks the undertaker transforms, growing scales… wings… lowering down on all fours… and at the closing of his words a small dragon has taken shape in his stead. The dragon is the image of Chisille, her mouth opening as she inhales to summon fire.
“Then you request your death…” The dark figure responds, unthreatened, unmoving from their position as they raise one hand, palm held flat towards her.
With a vile growl flames explodes from the dragon, filling the house with infernal heat and causing the door to burst from its fixture then tumble across the cemetery on fire. Its momentum is so great that it exits the cemetery and arrives in front of the church where it settles near Jack, Boris, and Niamh, no more than a charred slab of smoking timber. At the same time the young dragon makes her hasty escape, scampering fast from the burning house, dodging the grave stone as she flees the cemetery and then vanishes into the town. A while later the dark figure emerges from the flames untouched, calm, gliding through cemetery in pursuit.
While all this was happening, Annie, in the company of Ei, is no longer mindfully present. Her eyes are turned to the ground as if entranced by a troubling daydream - yet she is speaking, uttering in unison every word that is delivered from the undertaker’s mouth. Then, in the moment that the Dragon flees from the burning house, Annie snaps from her trance and lifts her troubled eyes to Ei.
“They have come for me…” She said, her words accompanied by the exhale of smoke.
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Arin eventually finds a clearly. Though, strangely enough, the half of the Clearing (the side he approached) is covered in lush green grass, while the other half is covered in a thick layer of now. The same goes for any nearby trees and plants. It's as if a very, very localised snowstorm occured nearby that wasn't big enough to spread it's snow very far.
As Chisille makes her way out of the building, she literally bumps into Lyudmila, who wasn't paying attention. Lyudmila looses her footing and falls face-first in the snow. She doesn't lay down for quite a while however. The snow is just a wee bit too cold to be taking a nap in, especially with an empty stomach.
"Oh, hey there. Sorry for not looking where you were going." Lyudmila says as she notices Chisille. Her eyes then fall on the jar. "Did you find that?"
Maras shrugs.
"I haven't gotten a clue to be honest. I've seen her pulls stuff out of both her sleeves and her hat, literally. Apparently she can conjure items that belong to her as long as nobody can see her hands. Sounds like a very useful and very fancy type of magic. But even then, where she got the stuff for breakfast is still a mystery to me."
Jack doesn't have a lot of time to focus, as more debris flies towards him, apparently aimed. If he doesn't dodge he'll go splat against the wall that is headed towards him at an alarming speed.
Ei is still holding Annie when she says that 'They' are coming for her. Ei doesn't really know who they are, but Ei does know that Annie isn't happy about that, and that 'they' are likely an enemy of Annie and therefore an enemy of Ei herself too. Ei wasn't going to let anyone harm her friends, she had so few of them that, to Ei, keeping them safe was of utmost importance.
Ei tilts her head sideways in response to Annie. "They?" She asks, as all colour slowly starts fading from the nearby area until the only source of colour remaining are Ei's blood-red eyes.
"Don't worry. Whoever they are, I'll be here to help you. And I won't let them take you. Not even Death can stop me from stopping them." Ei says, sighing once she finishes.
"So, are we going to wait here for them, or are we going to prepare?"
Annie keeps one arm wrapped tightly about Ei's waist. She rests her head upon her shoulder devotedly.
"You need not bother with me..." She speaks softly into her neck; "I don't want you to be hurt on my account. They won't stop..." She pulls away and stands back full of sincerity as the red glow of her eyes match Ei's. "We shall not kill him. They are smarter than that. They are..." She blinks slowly to consider her words. "..Even if we stop him, others will come in his place. As long as they are after me, no one is safe. But for now I have led him astray, he chases only a sprite of my existence... for now. You should not be with me when he comes. I will not let my only friend be hurt."
Having said these things, a tear is clearly present in Annie's eye, though she quickly wipes it away, fakes a smile and turns back to Ariel. "In the meantime, let's have some fun while we can." Distracted by the aforementioned thoughts again, she glances at Ei, and confides. "I'm sorry I can't tell you everything...To do so would make things worse for me... and for you."
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As Arin walks through the greenery he keeps his eyes peeled for anything edible (If anything is edible he harvests it). He reaches the snow-capped land and trudges through hoping to find something above the snow.