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The first peaceful day

Started by Anastasia, July 22, 2019, 10:13:11 PM

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Anastasia

"Still, it's inferior," Braxos declares.

To this Canderella sweeps her hand side to side, lightning crackling along it. "Would you like a demonstration of why you're wrong? I've been showing efreet lately, I could use a different target."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Moore decides to continue on. This conversation will play out whether he does anything or not.

Anastasia

Braxos keeps walking, unbowed by it.

Sylvie walks at your side as well, eyeing the books as you go. Cresiel is just behind her, shield ready. Canderella is gone, as if she was never there.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"I'm still working on it." Moore says to Sylvie. Whether this one will actually still remember this since she's obviously not there in reality... Moore still hopes his words will reach her.

Anastasia

"Working on what?" Sylvie asks, and with a ghost of a smile on her face, "That dispel of yours? You should just learn superb dispelling, it works better. You should focus more on lyrical magic for your bardic music."

<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"Saving you from 21." Moore says simply.

Anastasia

In answer, you choke.

His presence is felt in place of Sylvie's before your eyes even register him.

It's like trying to breath while hands are strangling the life from you.

Gathgorian looms above all of you, looking down at you with a smile of nothing but teeth and malice.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"Afina isn't here." Moore says simply.

Anastasia

"I know. Her screams still echo," Gathgorian agrees, "We will finish this and return to Medicant. Is the celestial ahead?"

Braxos still does not look back, but calls, "Soon."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Why would they call it that and not have renamed it to something ridiculous like The Serpent Yard in this alternate reality he finds himself in?

He just proceeds forward.

Anastasia

Meow. (I chuckled.)

You flutter along Cresiel and Braxos, as if the previous never happened. They're continuing along, no reactions that you can notice.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

He can't be the only one seeing all this... right?

He will just have to proceed.

Anastasia

You walk on a little ways further and as you do...

You begin to hear a soft rattling behind you.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

He has Afinas Perfect Vision, so he should be able to see that even without turning around!

Anastasia

A few books are flying off the shelves, opening up and coming in your general direction.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?