Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

"Hmm, this is awkward, then." Artemis says, sitting down to think.

 

"Ah, distrust is common when one is talking with the me. I've learned quite well from the many worlds I have visited, and people I have met. However, I can most certainly assure you that I wish no ill upon your race for the time being, as I am on a quest for knowledge, to raise awareness about your race for my people." I reply, drawing a light sketch of Ihra.
"Now then, may you please elaborate on the draconian society?"

FH attempts to steal an ability from Rineth.

"Hail, shadow! As previously stated, I wish to bring no ill upon the draconian race or this group. I am merely seeking information about the it the draconian race." I say. It seems I'm not fazed by the fact that Shadow Stephanie is a shadow.

 

"Damn it..." Shadow Stephanie says to herself, "Well, at least you know my position of power."

 

"Now then, have you any idea on the whereabouts of Sir Robert? It seems that Riihs is no longer with him." I ask.

FH sprouts behind me, but at an angle where you can see him. He gives you a glare that says, 'Not a word about me.' Before descending back into the ground.

OOC: This is the first time Terrae's met a shadow, unless you want to have it so that he's met a shadow before in another world.

 

OOC: First time, pwease.

"He's a flower who's hiding underground," Abigail butts in, "He was just behind you, actually."

Abigail clears her throat, "Let me tell you what I know about him," She says, smiling, "Sir Robert gave up his stronghold to join us, but a man named Darnth, Artemis' father, took his soul from his body and put him in a wooden body. He then went back to his stronghold and came back as someone called Count Drake. Count Drake was then voided by Artemis, but he managed to survive and come back as a flower, but he also has another human form which I don't know the whereabouts of. Drake has been especially mean to me, and he loves to hide underground and communicate through flowers. He was a dragon for a period of time, but has since gone back to being a flower. Unless you can force him to come out of the ground, I don't think you'll be able to meet him."

"Might I reiterate you that Drake has done everything in his power to harm me," Abigail says, getting choked up and starting to cry a little, "H-He keeps trying to throw water at me, or m-make it rain over me which is e-especially harmful to m-me."

Abigail bursts into tears, "He's b-been h-h-horrible!" She says through tears.

 

A vine shoots up from the ground and quickly smacks Abigail's head before descending back into the ground.

I let out a chuckle.
"Ah, that's too far-fetched to be true!" I reply, "So, Miss Fire, have you or have you not any information on the whereabouts of Sir Robert?"

OOC: Ye forgot Terrae is a strong pragmatist. He ain't believing that until he gets cold hard evidence. Also, technically Terrae still doesn't know the names of everyone. He only knows Ihra and 13.

 

"I just f*cking told you where he is, take it or leave it." Abigail says, frustrated.

 

"Far-fetched, huh. Today's going to be a long, annoying day if you think that was far-fetched."
I say to the man, clearly unexcited.

 

I eye you curiously.
"Have you no respect for a god?" I ask calmly.

"If you say so."

 

"Pssh, I've spent enough time with two gods; I have respect, but I don't think you're higher than me just because you're more magical and stronger than I," Abigail says, "I've told you the truth about Drake. If you don't want to believe me, fine, but you'll never find him if you still think he's this douche parading around as 'Sir. Robert'."

 

I shrug.
"Anyways, have you any information you can provide on these Draconians?"

 

"Ihra is extremely vulnerable to fire, they have the ability to switch between a dragon and a draconian, they each have their own sort of 'type', which governs their abilities and...that's about all I know." Abigail says.

 

"Uh huh...yes...I see..." I comment, jotting down notes on what Abigail said.

"I thank you, Miss Fire. And what may your official name be?"

 

"Abigail. Abigail Solinis." Abigail says.

 

"Thank you, Miss Abigail Solinis. The information you have provided will prove invaluable."
I begin to writ down more notes and draw more sketches.

 

"Just call me Abigail." Abigail says.

Noticing you sketching, Abigail says "You should ask Stephanie to draw for you. She's a great artist."

 

"Sort of. I just preferred this form. You know, the forms we take, while there are differences, are meant to resemble who they came from. I just altered this form with bits of technology to make things easier. As for a product of time passing... I'd describe our race more as 'a product of time, spread out by time passing'. Not even our own race fully understands how we work."
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"That's fine then."

 

@Moist Forest
@Nepeta Leijon
Q walks back to the group. Seeing Terrae, he asks, "Do we have a new member for the free-Xlentia club? Or are they just visiting?"

 

"He's gathering information on Drake and the draconian race." Abigail says.

 

Q leans over to Abigail and whispers in her ear, "How do we know he's not just gonna use that information against us?"