Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

"Sure, you can come!"
"We still need to wait for someone who's a good engineer, though."
"Oh, yeah..."

 

The kick is blocked.
"O-okay, I figured. Xlentia w-wants to talk to you. Alone." They mumble.

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Rineth sighs, and Linoa laughs.
"How do you do it...?"
"Never question me, love. Haven't you learned nothing over the years?"

 

The figure simply continues to roll around her blue tac, though her posture and body language indicate she's very angry.

 

"L-look... all we know is that you're armed. So get out or t-talk to Xlentia."

 

I visibly get annoyed, but I don't make word of it.
"What, you seem cool to me. And once again, a month isn't long."

 

The figure just flips the stalker off, making her blue tac into a cube.

 

"Teehee, it'll be fun to go out again."
"I swear to god you need to not-"
"We'll see about that. We'll just have to see."
Linoa seems to be having a lot more fun than Rineth.

The stalker checks to see if it's a human/guardian finger or a shadowy finger.

 

"What kind of history do you two have?"

 

Rineth glares at Linoa, who instantly opens her mouth.
"Husband and wife!" She says, giggling happily.
"The actual miracle is how I put up with her..."

 

The hand appears to be pale skinned; though that was rather easy to see from the other gestures and page turns.

 

"...Stephanie?"

 

There's no response, and the figure just keeps playing with their blue tac.

 

"Do I need to bring Xlentia to you, miss stubborncloak?"

 

The figure just shrugs, rolling her cube of blue tac around.

 

"Awwww."
I smile.

 

"We'll see if a death threat gets you to open your mouth, and if that doesn't work, Ihra seems to have some kind of magic touch with... everything she ever did..." The stalker groans, presence fading.

"I'm not that bad, love."
"That's... debatable at times."

 

The figure just shrugs, going back to her book.

 

The book is torn from their hands the moment she pulls it out again, the figure mostly being tackled in the process.

 

With a wave of the figure's hand, the book disappears again, the figure resuming their blue tac play.

 

The figure gets tackled anyways, the stalker trying to wrestle the cloak off them.
"Fucking... hell..."