Rising higher

[Anastasia]

"Anything that can weaken her," Cresiel agrees solemnly. "Though I worry of Nasir and how he will attack us next time, for I do not feel he is the type to cease after one failure."

[Nephrite]

"We'll be prepared." Moore says. A smile -- a dangerous one, a determined one.

"I'm going to have one of those rings crafted for all of us. The next time they try and pull a shenanigan where they stop time, none of us will be affected." Moore's smile grows. "Imagine the look on their faces when their card gets turned over on top of them. In addition, I have the ability to stop teleporation magic for a mile radius. They're not going to be able to get away from us again."

Moore takes in a breath. "I know how to deal with his armor, too. If he can't hear a spell or doesn't know it's being cast, he can't do anything about it. How sad for him to have that sort of weakness, when facing a bard of my caliber." A laugh -- a cold one, as he shakes his head.

"Let Nasir come. Let him bring every denizen of Hell he wants to dredge up. We'll cut them all down and send them back to Nessus in a box." A scoff at that, before he takes another breath and seems to return to his normal self. "If we run into that awful woman again, I know how to deal with her, too. If their plan is to try and steal Aurora's tactics for taking us out, well, they'll see what Aurora's tactics can do."

[Anastasia]

"Indeed." Cresiel says, "Do be careful of laughing like - !"

Cresiel blinks and looks up. He takes a long breath out and rises, "Excuse me, Moore."

[Nephrite]

"Your father?" Moore asks, looking concerned.

"Whatever it is, just don't go crossing the Bridge without letting me know first, all right?" A smile after that. Hopefully he'll find some humor in it too.

[Anastasia]

"Not my father. My mother has taken your invitation," Cresiel says, striding out of the room.

[Nephrite]

"Don't go cross the Bridge to get away from her, either!" Moore shouts after him.

A smile and a quiet laugh for himself before he flops back onto his bed.

He's done enough good deeds for one day, right? It's time for a nap.

[Anastasia]

Gimme a d100.

[Nephrite]

[20:34] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[20:34] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 97 > [d100=97]

Oh dear.

[Anastasia]

Aah. Several hours later you awaken, feeling much better. Your home is still standing, that has to be a good sign.

[Nephrite]

Moore yawns and sits up.

...How do you even keep track of time here? A question for another time.

He pulls himself up and changes his clothes to go out and see what's going on!

[Anastasia]

You stumble to the communal dining room, finding a few people there. Villisa is here, humming to herself as she sits right next to Kaja. Right next to him, an arm around him as she murmurs, "Open wide," she smiles, a forkful of beef brought up. The two are lost in their own world, smiling and together.

Jetina is also there, slowly eating a bowl of porridge and pointedly looking at anything but them.

[Nephrite]

I feel I need to clarify something before I line, do you mean Kaja or Cresiel?

[Anastasia]

I mean Kaja.

[Nephrite]

I suppose in hindsight it wouldn't actually change anything.

Moore blearily opens his mouth as if to say something, then simply flies over and sits down in front of Jetina.

"I'm not going to ask." Moore says, plainly. "How are you doing?"

[Anastasia]

"Don't," Jetina murmurs.

Kaja grins at Villisa, "Mmm," he says, "Almost as wonderful as you are, Villisa," he whispers back, the two sharing a long look.

"I'm doing alright," Jetina says, "I mostly slept the night away after prayer, let my mind unfocus. Dreams are good for that."