[@GrafRoy Zeppeli] [@Zombehs] [@Rune_Alchemist] [@Thantos] [color=9e0b0f][center][h3]]Gall The Reaper[[/h3][/center][/color] Gall ignored the crash landing, although he raised his non-existant eyebrows at Sorcha. Her soul, or rather what was left of it, was clearly not mortal in orgin. This however wasn't his first time seeing this, so the reaper decided to attend to his master instead. [color=9e0b0f]"Do not fear master. Having my head removed is merely disorienting, nothing more or less."[/color] Another approached however and seemed to join their conversation. [color=9e0b0f]"Her soul has diminished, although you couldn't tell by her skin. The dragon is a mere shadow of her former self."[/color] The scythe wielder didn't know why he was telling this entitled nobleman this information. Perhaps the fact he didn't sprint away was just one small reason. [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/oux2qcf.jpg[/img][/center] Lyssa hadn't been able to sleep at all that night, not after the fight. Every time she tried, the only thing that greeted her was an unpleasant sight she'd never forget as long as she lived not matter how hard she tried. And thanks to Shikio, she had another one she'd never forget. It wasn't her fault of course, and she'd never blame Shikio for something like that. Certainly he had surrendered, and attacking him further after that wasn't needed, but she wasn't going to blame Shikio for it. She couldn't say she was entirely wrong, after all; he may have been lying about surrenering, and if he was she wasn't sure she could stop herself from harming him with her own hands...and unless Rollanda could return someone to life from a puddle of goop after she had deconstructed their entire human form, she'd have definitely killed him. That, was something that terrified her more than anything. The thought of doing that to someone...it wasn't a pretty sight in the least. At least all of them had come out mostly unscathed...well, she had come out mostly unscathed. Iravis had taken a blow that was meant for her, and Shikio well...was knocked out by her own hand. She felt guilty about both of the incidents, and had decided she'd spend most of the day in the infirmary so she was certain Iravis was alright. [color=f6989d]"Ah? Iravis!"[/color] Lyssa rather happily shouted when she woke.[color=f6989d]"I was...ehe, a bit worried about you is all."[/color] She replied somewhat sheepishly. [color=f6989d]"You, uhm, kinda took a blow that was meant for me...and I'm w-well, sorry about that."[/color] She apparently didn't hear the question about her exhaustion, or simply decided to avoid it. The goddess raised an inquisitive eyebrow and spoke aristocratically. [color=salmon]"You insult me with that worry. Wounds are meaningless to me."[/color] The girl did seem very entusiastic about Iravis being alive, so the flame headed girl avoided pressing the issue further. [color=salmon]"Anyways, you offered me tribute. I always bless those who help me given time."[/color] That strawberry cake was very, very delicious. She'd have to ask the Oracle whether or not it had been worth the pain. [color=salmon]"I didn't see what occured at the end. Were you awake for that?"[/color] [color=f6989d]"Oh, uh, Shikio and I beat the guy."[/color] She replied, nervously playing with her tail. Well, it was true, they had, she was just well...glossing things over a bit. It was probably a bit obvious she wasn't telling the full story though, leaving out the part about her knocking out Shikio and what she did. [color=f6989d]"Rollanda, the nurse found us after and I helped bring ya here. I've kinda been hanging around here since then."[/color] Yeah, she had skipped classes. Nothing really new there though, considering she did that quite a lot. Iravis nodded and smiled at her roomate as she played with her tail. A woman playing with their wings, tail, or hair was a nervous one. Which meant that Lyssa was either lying or that she had a serious crush on her scarlet haired roomate. The Phoenix chose the first option. [color=salmon]"Then I am indebted to you."[/color] The goddess considered asking for more details, but decided against it. The reincarnating woman understood secrets more than most. The Phoenix spoke as she rose from the bed, standing in front of Lyssa. [color=salmon]"Even the most hard working saint must have rest though. Go find a bed and lay down."[/color] [color=f6989d]"Hmm? But I'm not tired!"[/color] That was a rather painfully obvious lie.[color=f6989d]"Besides, there's stuff I wanna do. I didn't get to buy some stuff I wanted to yesterday at the mall. Like a TV! We seriously need one of those. I mean, how can someone even live without one? Ooh, can't forget a computer either...hmm wait...I don't have that much money..."[/color] She went quiet for a moment, pondering how she could fix that money problem. [color=f6989d]"Hehe, doesn't matter I guess. I'll just ask mom and dad maybe to send over my stuff. You wanna come with me, though? I'll buy you some more of that cake~"[/color] The Goddess was just about prepared to become mother hen at that moment and order the Hellion to bed. If she collapsed from worry, it would embarrass the Phoenix. But Cake. Promised cake again. The sweet, tasty, volcano. An offering worthy of Olympus itself. She had dreamed of adventure that morning. This adventure would be dedicated to defeating brainfreeze. Iravis nodded. [color=salmon]"I gave you my advice, your downfall will be your own."[/color] The Phoenix had fire in her heart as saliva collected on her tounge. [color=salmon]"And you have mentioned these things before, but I know not what they are. Care to explain?"[/color] Books, scrolls, and letters were the medium Iravis had communicated and learned through for the vast majority of her existence. Songs and Dance were her entertainment. But after experiencing the cake from the previous day, Iravis was willing to give the modern age a shot. Lyssa fixed Iravis with a serious, somewhat disbelieving stare. How could she not know what a those were? Was she living under a rock her entire life? If so, that was a sad, sad, existence and Lyssa couldn't help but to feel a little sad. So, she simply placed both hands on Iravis' shoulders once again, and gave her another hug. [color=f6989d]"You have my sympathies."[/color] Now though, she was more motivated than ever to get Iravis out there and show her the wonders of video games and the internet! She quickly released the other girl, deciding it'd be best not to ask how she could possibly not know what those were. [color=f6989d]"But it'd be better to show you!~"[/color] She chuckled, somewhat mischeviously, once again grabbing her hand, and leading her towards the door. [color=f6989d]"Come oooon, it'll be fun!~"[/color] And once again, Iravis was litterally dragged on one of Lyssa's quests. Eventually the pair were passing by a small cofee shop at the end of the alley, where the Phoenix noticed a runed man inside and broke Lyssa's grip. [color=salmon][i]Synthian in orgin? Maybe Gaulic? Celtic perhaps?[/i][/color] Her bird eyes could tell they were more than for simple asthetic purposes however. [color=salmon]"I'm going to go in for a moment. I need to look at something."[/color] Iravis briskly walked down the alley approaching the student near Nekoa, the red hair girl stood in front of him, as if observing. The scholar in her wanted to ask where they were from, but her train of thought was interupted by a screeching noise. The goddess fell foward in pain, unprepared for the loud noises. Once again, enhanced hearing played against the Phoenix. When the alarm stopped she opened her eyes and realized she was leaning on the runed man's chest for support. A slight blush filled her cheeks as she bounced away. [color=salmon]"I..."[/color] The speech saved her from having to explain, and choas errupted again. And once again, the Goddess found herself searching for the annoying girl in order to recieve tribute once more. [color=salmon]"Lyssa, to me! Were you told about this after the attack last night?"[/color] She spoke loud enough that Runik would be easily able to hear their conversation. Lyssa was definitely not prepared for Iravis running off on her own, but that was the least of their problems at the moment. That anouncement...said something about another fight? Oh how wonderful. [color=f6989d]"I...I have no idea."[/color] She replied to Iravis, after walking over to her. [color=f6989d]"But I'd really...I really don't want to fight anything..."[/color] Her cheery demeanor was compeltely absent from her voice.