Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

Aqui appears to be talking to a weak Katie, looking concerned.

 

"Stay safe."
He walks down the beach and slowly makes his way to the shoreline where he usually meets the Leviathan.

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"Stay safe."
He walks down the beach and slowly makes his way to the shoreline where he usually meets the Leviathan.

 

“No, I’d easily recognize them. But it’s the same as seeing a stranger once, then seeing them again.”

 

"She is as good as a flier as anyone, and she used to be the most ferocious warrior Phykrah ever knew. However, a few insolent humans made an attempt on her life because she lived in a cave. They called her status as an elder blasphemous and attacked. She killed them all, but at the price of her vision. She now stays in her cave for safety... but at the same time, she is the ambassador for those who reside below the winds. If you have any questions about what their life is like out of the wind, I would go to her."

That would be the window, and a rainbow is projected across the floor.
"I liked it.
Hoped you would." Ren comments.

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The Leviathan doesn't show, even after waiting a few minutes.
You can see the waves becoming rougher further out into the ocean, though.

"Huh. I'd think that you would know each other. If you were all meant to do the same thing, wouldn't you have an idea what the differences are?"

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Ihra tries to heal Katie, smiling.

A familiar shield pokes out from the side of a statue, the draconian inside glancing at you.

 

Bardock steps back a bit, going to the higher grounds so that he'll be save from the water.
"Have you seen hi yet?"

 

"No, no signs that I've noticed." Anne says.

The waves on the shoreline ever so slowly begin to push further up the shore.


You can see the wyvern flying over the rough spots in the ocean.

 

I shake my head.
“Not my job to know. I wouldn’t even know that there were some made after me if Jack, one of the creators, hadn’t taken a liking to me.”

 

"Think they found them yet?"
He walks land inward.

 

Normal healing magic doesn't seem to be the solution for Katie, though it helps a little.

Mortimer and I glance at the draconian.

 

"Did all of the creators have favorites?"

You recognize her, he doesn't.
It's the Hive Master's daughter. Again.

"We'll see... soon, I hope."

A gust of wind carries the salty smell of the ocean, a gentle breeze following it.

 

I wave, smiling.

Mortimer just looks away.

 

"Guess we'll wait."
He sits down and enjoys the view.

 

“I wouldn’t be surprised, but I was never informed.”

 

She waves back, hiding less of her body with the statue.

"Do you think that Nineteen went crazy because he was informed?"

The vast ocean below clear skies is a rather pretty sight.

Anne curls up on your shoulder, weary.

 

I wave her over.

 

“It’s possible, but unlikely. I don’t believe there was much time in between his creation and him destroying.”

 

She hesitates before pointing at the elites and shaking her head.
You can see that she has a rope in one hand, attached to something hidden by the statue.

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"So... the creators just messed up, I guess? Did they give him a weapon or something?"

 

He starts humming a song to pass the time.

 

I turn to the elites.

"Hey, could you give me a little space?" I ask.

"Uh, sure." Tirra says, the elites moving away from me as I walk half the way toward the hive master's daughter.

 

“No weapon. Unless you want to count metal fists as a weapon. They just messed up, and it costed them their lives.”
I shrug casually.