Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

"Yes sir."
Pause.
"Are you aware of their giant dragon? Apparently it is a caretaker of a young female draconian. Its wingspan is wider than this fortress."
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Welp, there's the scale.

 

"I see...that's....interesting. Perhaps this dragon shall assist me in finding information of these draconians."
Pause.
"If everything is understood, I shall be taking my leave now."
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I look at the scale and charge to the next strongest dummy.

 

"Good luck, Sir."
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Your blade is in deep.

 

I nod, before teleporting back to my throne room.
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HH pulls his blade out. He then slashes at the dummy, stabs it, and then brings it up.

 

"I... I don't-"
You notice the bracelets expand and fall off her wrists.
And the bracelets then collapse under magical strain.
"When Eras said she was powerful, I didn't know she was THAT powerful."
Anna herself then collapses.
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"I'll just take that as a yes. Many people want me killed, I wonder why you do. Don't like Mistress, or do you just don't like me?"
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"It's fine. What happened where you went?"

 

Nobody's there.
Peace and quiet.
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All clean cuts.

"Are... are the bracelets broken?"
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"I think you'll kill Mistress when given the opportunity."
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"Well... I found little Avis here and... well... saw the Summon Vei kill something at the cost of her own everything."

 

OOC: Sort of like, in case Terrae dies or something, the second in command is the one who'll take over for a time.
I call for my second in command.
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HH attempts to slash at it as many times as possible.

 

"Yes, sire?"
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Three clean cuts.

 

"Until further notice, you are to rule The Most Serene Kingdom of Perniciosa in my place. Understood?"
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HH goes for a decapitation.

 

Abigail falls to the ground, and the ground around her melts away into a pool of lava, which Abigail's firey body sinks into.

Wooden spikes erupt from the ground around Abigail's lava pool, stopping anyone from going near.

 

"Yes, sire. Might I ask why you must take leave?"
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If it had a head, you decapitated it.

"Myria, I'm sorry, but I can't allow her to run rampant like that, especially near Ihra!"

 

"I understand," Myria says, "Though I hope you understand that I'm starting to share Abigail's opinion on this Drake fellow."

Abigail's lava pool bubbles.

 

"We never liked him particularly. He's been awkwardly neutral, and it won't end well for him at this rate."

Ihra jumps off Rineth's neck.
"Aj, were you posessing Abigail? Wherever you are?"

 

"Well, while I haven't been around long enough to see the whole story, Darnth informed me that Drake appeared to be a threat, and, using examples from just now, he offended both Abigail and Katie; causing them to react as I would expect."

An 8 ball drops in front of Ihra. It seems to have a clear area on the base that can be seen through. A note is stuck to the 8 Ball: "Shake me and ask a yes or no question."

 

"That's how it's always been."


Ihra shakes the ball.
"Can you actually hear this question?"

 

Myria sighs.

The answer "Yes" floats into view on the clear part of the 8-Ball.

 

"Though, could you help me look into what was posessing Abigail? She hates him... Why would she try to seduce him?"


Ihra shakes it again.
"Okay... Are you Aj?"

 

"I'll try and ask her once she's revived. I'm sure she trusts me enough to give me truthful answers." Myria says.

"You may rely on it"

 

"I hope. Can you isolate her in the meantime?"


She shakes it again.
"This is a stupid fake, isn't it?"

 

"She's isolated as it is. I don't think she can do much outside her pool of lava." Myria says.

"My reply is no"