Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

You get a small cut on your bad arm, but their main force falls back.

"Intriguing. I can see souls, you know. I can move about the spectral plane."
Ragnyon's spirit form separates hersef from her physical body.

Sgavrinn hums a bit near Aura, offering a grown flower.

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"I don't know. I killed them with my last moments of consciousness."

 

"How long were you left without blood?" Artemis asks, curious.

 

"Ever since, so about three hundred thousand years."

 

"Wh-Whoa...you were stuck to that machine the whole time?" Artemis asks.

I return, Stephanie following me; her hood still covering her face.

Myria smiles at Stephanie, who keeps her head down.

"Are you feeling alright, Stephanie?" Myria asks.

Stephanie nods her head.

 

"Yes. Never moved."

 

"Wow...that sounds horrible. I feel so sorry for you, Ruby." Artemis says.

Stephanie walks up to Ihra, handing her a drawing, "Here...I made this for you..." She says quietly.

I decide to look around for Sgavrinn and Ragnyon.

 

Ihra examines it, curious.

 

It's an incredibly detailed, coloured drawing of Ihra holding her battleaxe, smiling. She stands in a grassy field, a few flowers and trees around her.

"I...thought you might like it..." Stephanie says quietly.

 

"I do. Thank you!"
She hugs Stephanie.

 

Stephanie hugs back, almost tightly.

"Thanks..." She says, cheering up a little, "I'm glad you like it..."

I smile.

 

"You know, Ruby isn't all bad. We can use her as a smith. She forged my staff!"

 

"Yes." The cloaked figure walks to Ruby.

It seems the cloaked figure heard that. "Don't tell me...are you...?"

 

"Although that's true,"
I say, joining the group,
"I'm not exactly fond of the phrase, 'use her as a smith'."

 

"No."

"What else do you want to use? Force me to do so? Give me death threats until I do? Realize I'm only still here because I don't have anywhere else to be?"

 

"No, no, it's that I'm not fond of using you. I'd rather let you do it if you were fine with it."

 

"I'm handy with a forge. Old hobbies haven't died. I did forge her staff, though not the crystal. If you have the materials, I'll see that you have the weapons."

 

"Well, then you're fine with it, so everything's fine with me."

 

"I don't think it'd particularly matter anyways. I just can't use my products. Hey, pardon the tangent, but that's an awfully shiny blade you have there. I hope you haven't caught too many dragons' eyes with it."

 

The cloaked figure remains silent, contemplating.

 

"As in, stabbed a dragon in the eye? How old do you think I am?"