Dammit, dammit, dammit! Where was he? It's wet, it's cold and his glasses were getting ruined! What a pain. "S-sarena! H-hey!" He tried to call out, the girl didn't seem to hear. She continued walking, as if she was ignoring his desperate cries. "H-hey! Serena... Wha-? Where did she go?" The air was thick with dread, the rain was something else. Serena had disappeared in one go. Leaving only a small white feather behind, he looked around. He really couldn't see anything but drenching rain that just fell and fell. The sky's tears continued to pour more and more. "D-dammit! Hey, Chrys!? Where are you?! If you're hiding from me I'm gonna be..." He turned to his right.... Or was it his left? Either way, he turned to the sound of a small but distinctive footstep. One that made the liquid splash, signifying the small glimmer of hope in his heart that it be someone he knew. Let his courage turn into foolhardiness, let his judgement turn into childish naivete. He really needed to hope. A figure, slim but definitely a man's, hair that was short and black but faded into many different colours. No mistake about it... "H-huh? It-it's you my prince... Wh-what are you doing here? It's cold and wet, you should be inside... Or are you just like me right now...?" He asked, he didn't like this situation at all. The raindrops just kept on pouring.
"You... What the hell is going on!? Tell me now! Or I'll.... Ah!" Chrys screamed at the top of his lungs before he ribs feel as if they being crushed together. Vioretta gave small glance with her emerald eyes, before looking at the other young man in the vicinity. "I have to do this for safety measures. Hold still." With that she let her purple butterfly summon another set of silky ribbons, wrapping themselves around the man as if her were a tree. Chrys looked at the boy in the similar situation as him with a sad smile, an enchanting smile perhaps, one that almost looked apologetic before switching to a look of uncontrolled rage towards the violet spellmcaster.. "Okay, look, there fine. I just sent them on a little trip that's all." The butterfly's wings spread open and it sent projections of the two in the soaking rain. "I have to show them something before they make a terrible mistake, okay? I promise they'll be fine." Vioretta folded her arms as the collaged reality around her added pictures of strange people onto it's walls. She just prayed and hoped this would turn out well.
