Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

"Is she actually okay in there?"
I ask Stephanie.

 

"Abigail, don't hide from your consequenses."

 

"I'm sure she is, as long as Drake hasn't found a way to get to her." Stephanie says.

Abigail's response is the same, which is to say no response at all.

 

"Oh boy..."
I say, dejected.

"Just resist the temptation to call her anything bad. We don't want you two fighting each other again."
I whisper to the closest flower.

 

Stephanie takes out an orange potion, worried, drinking it. Stephanie's hair changes to the same colour as Abigail's, except for the purple ends, and she dives into Abigail's lava pool.

 

"Thanks!"
I shout after her, as she goes down.

 

Stephanie's hand comes out of the lava and waves to you, before sinking back down.

 

@Moist Forest
"And now we wait."
I say to the flower.

 

Pretty much everything is foreign.

The person knocks at the door. A lady opens it halfway.
"What do you want? Who is he?"
"He wants to see your son."
"Didn't you tell him he's in a coma? What does he want?"

 

"Fine."

"Information, about the draconians. I've been told that he is under a coma, no need to punish this man. However, I have reason to believe I can wake him from this coma of his.

 

"They all went east, but you're welcome to try."
She opens the door and points to a back room.

 

I walk over to the room.

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I walk over to the room.

 

As you open the door, a teenage boy lies motionless on a bed. Most of his stuff seems to be cleaned out, hold a sword leaned against the wall and a necklace of sorts he's wearing.

 

I ask the woman, "What was this man's last action before falling into a coma? How long has he been in a coma?"

 

"A draconian named Ihra carried him home after he passed out in a forest. He's breathing, but he hasn't woken up for months."

 

"This is...interesting...does this Ihra happen to be a female draconian?" I ask, completely captivated.
I pull out my notebook and jot down: Man passed out in forest, brought by draconian named Ihra to man's home. Man in coma for months.

 

"Yes, she is. She looked only seven, though."

 

"I see...is there anything else interesting about this Ihra?" I ask while jotting down: Ihra, Female draconian. Potentially 7 years of age.

 

"She had a staff that was almost as big as she was. She went east with her friend Vesius."

 

"I see..."
I jot down: Carried a large staff, went east with friend named Vesius. Can only assume Vesius is a draconian. Confirmed that draconians are able to have friendship.
"Now, then, I greatly thank you for this information. I shall now move on to attempting to wake this man up. Shall it be fine if I am to give him a very small electrical shock?"

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"I see..."
I jot down: Carried a large staff, went east with friend named Vesius. Can only assume Vesius is a draconian. Confirmed that draconians are able to have friendship.
"Now, then, I greatly thank you for this information. I shall now move on to attempting to wake this man up. Shall it be fine if I am to give him a very small electrical shock?"