Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

"How many that year?"
"Remember, it was Reven, not me."
"Right. Still, you've got the memory."
"Several hundred. I'd say 400 give or take 30."
"Wasn't Cyre in that?"
"No, he was in the Depth Corps."
"Right, forgot Nyre was in spec ops."

 

"Why yes, one could say it's flower water, but us humans call it "Tea"

I quickly run back to the pool and pour some tea and then offer it to the lava pool. "I'll just leave the tea here in case you want some." I grab another cup and pour some tea in it.

I walk over to Riihs and offer him a cup of tea.

 

OOC: You can capitilise it if you want.

Abigail gives you a big skeletal hug. Somehow the feel of hard bones is oddly comforting.

"I guess Nyre has some history with you." I say.

Abigail takes the tea and sips it. Loud hissing can be heard from the pool, "Oh...right, skeleton." She says, putting the tea down.

 

"Tea... ugh. Too many things to learn. I don't get it."
Riihs chuckles at her remark.
"Thanks, but no thanks. Doesn't go well with electricity."

"My ancestor and his used to be gambling partners. Reven was the only person he'd be willing to play without bets on, and he still enjoyed it. That's beside the point."

He sighs.
"Vesius has some connections. They're both part of the same experiment with twins of opposite alignments. Nyre is a Vulcan, Cyre was a Cryo. Cyre was also his friend whose locket got him into this mess."

 

"I can see why." I turn over to Rineth and offer Rineth a cup of tea.

 

"Maybe it was a little harsh to judge him as wholly evil then. It's just kind of annoying how he keeps fighting and winning over us," I say, "So Cyre was the one Vesius said got him ambushed when he went to get his locket?" I confirm.

"Hey Aj, I guess you could say fighting Nyre is a bit of a gamble." Abigail jokes.

 

"Hand it to Riihs. Pretty sure you wouldn't be that comfortable dumping it in my mouth otherwise. Unless you want me to eat the cup, which unless you're delusional, isn't your intention."

"He fights for sport. If he didn't like fighting you, he wouldn't. It's clear as day he's holding back, though. Giving you looks of fake pain. I didn't notice any injuries on him after that.

...oh, and yes. The assumption about Cyre is correct."

 

"I guess he isn't so corrupt as I first thought..." I say, feeling slightly guilty.

"Didn't he say the three of us alone couldn't beat him? Maybe he was hinting to something." Abigail says.

"What, you mean we get more people? I doubt Stephanie and Aj could be of much use; they'd probably get seriously harmed." I say.

"Well, I never said it had to be your close friends. I was thinking more along the lines of Katie, Nathan and Gabriel." Abigail says, smiling.

"Even then, do we even want to fight him? If he's just doing it for sport then what's the point of putting in effort for something fruitless?" I say.

Abigail thinks about this for a while.

 

"May I also point out all the opportunities he's had to kill you, though he's taken none of them? That choke hold- if he didn't like you, he would've saved the dagger for your crystal, or just cut you in half instead of rake you. He could've melted Artemis to dust where she stood, without warning. Even through his corruption, this is still all a big game."
Riihs looks a bit disappointed.
"Still, I... I have a keepsake of his ancestor's."
He holds out five black dice with jeweled pips.
"These were his favorite set of dice to gamble with. Part of me wants to sit down with Nyre and see of he's still as in to shooting dice as he was long ago."

 

"Maybe next time I'll try to gamble with him instead of fight." I say, feeling guilty.

"I guess he isn't so bad if he still holds on to a majority of who he his, despite corruption." Abigail says, glaring at Artemis' flower.

 

"Consider the others...
Nyre's been addicted so much that brainwashing hardly touched that part of him; Feiha has a primal lust for jewels, valuables, and having a treasure hoard; Tirai has been dead for thirty thousand years, though in the way we're using the word, he's not exactly corrupted; Lefalya lost control of her body but not her mind, albeit now her life; Xephyr doesn't know life without a master; and Tirion is still keeping himself so isolated, I'd be willing to bet you've only seen him once."

 

"Oh, it's fine. You can eat the cup if you want. I have a lot in my bags." I place the tea cup on the ground in case Rineth might eat my hand as well.

 

"And together they form, XLENTIA!" Abigail says.

"I guess if we were to exploit their interests we might be able to help them," I say, "Maybe Lefayla wasn't so bad after all..."

"Are you really saying you think the people that nearly killed Artemis and you might be good after all?" Abigail says to me.

 

I walk over to AJ. "Too late for that. I'm sure you've heard, but in case not, Lefayla was sucked by a portal to somewhere and she was spit out very badly cut up, then Riihs killed her."

 

"Well, I guess that is normal then.." I say quietly.

 

"I know, you explained when we first met." I say.

"Sounds delightful." Abigail says sarcastically.

 

"Truly was" I start with my fit of coughs again, before pouring myself some tea and drinking it.

 

Abigail eyes you suspiciously, "Don't go turning evil on me. Dealing with Little Ms. Genocide was bad enough." She says.

 

I let out a small laugh. "I'll do my best."

 

"What is it with you and the evilness anyway? Is it some kind of power you control?" I ask.

"Spill the beans sucka!" Abigail says.