Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

"Can we just go inside and maybe let him build this cage for the kids?"

 

"You are inside, why don't you help me finish dragging these troublemakers back to their room?"

 

"It depends on the type of armour really, different armours have different requirements and patterns. Though patterns are usually linked to element or form." Vexa says.

 

"Do you have any examples?"

 

Vexa heads out to the front of her shop, before bringing back a fire guardian helmet, an earth guardian chestplate and a water guardian chestplate. The fire guardian helmet seems to be red with scales, small dragon like horns on the top of it. The earth guardian chestplate looks thick and bulky, designed to take a lot of damage. It seems to be made out of heavy metals with a coating of rock. The water guardian chestplate seems to be made out of shiny fishscales, it's form streamlined and thin. It doesn't seem too optimal for protection, but moves easily.

 

"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get it over with."

 

"All of Genesion seems like they reject these zealots, so I assume they aren't supported. At least we don't have a mass scale war to worry about."

 

"Well, not from us, at least."
"We have much larger problems."

"Get what over with?"
"Stop parading one around and get back here." She sighs, heading deeper into the cave.

Ruby pauses.
"I dunno if I'll be able to make... original designs for your guardians. This looks nothing like draconian armor."

 

"Give it your best shot." Vexa shrugs.

 

Ruby sighs, looking at what the orders are specifically for.


Ihra glances through a portal to the gates of the shadow palace, worried.

 

They just seem to be for standard armour pieces.


Things seem to be returning to normal, Ihra able to see the elites heading through the gates with Artemis, Katie and Claire; as well as spring. Eve seems to be on guard by the entrance, looking around. Guards seem to be on duty by the gates and on the walls, but there appears to be fewer than before, the guards by the gates looking a lot stronger and more serious.

 

Ihra steps through and looks at the city below.

 

People seem to be returning to the city streets, recovering after the mimic infestation.

 

He chases after her, trying to capture some of the dragonlings on the way.
"Would ya wait up!"

 

Ihra looks for anyone wounded.

"It's a three second walk!" She retorts, a second dragonling chirping in response to being scooped up.

 

Everyone seems to be fine, no signs of wounds or any type of damage on anyone.

 

Ihra runs up to a guard.
"Where's Aj?"

 

"The king? Why are you asking?" The guard responds sternly. She towers over Ihra quite a bit.

 

Ihra seems unfazed.
"Am I not allowed to be worried about the health of a friend?" She retorts.

 

"For someone of your size, yes."
He follows after her, repeating what he is doing.

"Not for me though!"