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 Posted: Wed May 04, 2016 4:40 pm
Arsenopyrite walked slowly through the rift, looking about, not really sure where he was going. He had been dragged into the rift for some training, however before they could start, the general that had gotten him here had been called off. As he waited for the general to return, he had been told to learn about the rift however he could, and then he was left alone.
He knew not to wander too far away, especially into the labyrinth space below. He knew that no one would come looking for him. But that still left plenty for him to see, and so he was left to himself.
He decided not to go towards the walkway again. He was always creeped out having to go past that and sometimes doubted he would make it.
There really wasn't much here to see, but he was able to take a look at some of the other training rooms, watch other agents, and other such things. But there came a point where he got bored with wandering and waiting. He wanted to be doing something, whether that meant training, learning, or just getting to know other agents, it would be better than waiting for something to happen.
He wondered what was going to happen now that there had been so many changes in the Negaverse order. A new queen, new general-kings/queens had been revealed, but that was all the he knew so far. He hadn't been in the negaverse for long, but knew that something big was probably going to happen in the too far future. And he wondered if he would be prepared for it.
He sighed as he continued to walk, but he saw something in the corner of his eye. Turning his head in the direction of the item, he saw what looked to be crystals. And after moving closer he saw many more of various shapes and sizes, however they looked to be more... deliberate than random. Interesting. He walked further in to what looked to be a garden of crystals, wondering if there was anyone, or anything, making them.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2016 8:27 pm
Her garden used to be secluded, hidden away among the Rift. She'd been left away unless called, and liked it that way. Tucked away, only quiet rumblings of the raid on the Negaverse's Castle reached her little grotto. Even as agents fled into the Rift to find some hope of survival - they were looking in the wrong place their salvation was in the stars and the cosmos not in the rock beneath them - she was undisturbed.
Iolanthe liked to be undisturbed. She hoped it would stay that way.
The stars foretold otherwise. A great many would come to her garden, some kind, some malicious. So far, only those who were kind had come to her garden. Yet, humans were fickle creatures. One minute they could be angry and destructive, another they were sweet as nectar. What would this human be, she wondered.
The youma stalked through her crystal plants silently, watching the agent who'd come to look. A rose glittered in her palm, crystaline structure ready to shatter and takes flesh should he react... unfavorably.
"Another little bird comes to my garden..." she said quietly, her voice echoing off the crystals in the garden and masking her location. The crystals far above her refuge winked at her. A coy little smile glossed over her features and she continued her prowl.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2016 8:44 pm
He couldn't help but be amazed at the garden. It was like nothing he had ever seen, but he knew not to touch anything. Not only would he probably break something, but this being part of the rift he didn't know if something worse could happen if he managed to disturb anything. So, he continued his walk through the garden, trying to stay in a straight a path as possible so he could find his way back, memorizing certain structures to aid him on the way from where he came. He kept his arms to himself, just enjoying the scenery, temporarily forgetting where he was, though still him being in the rift was always at the back of his mind. He managed not to notice that he had some company... a-disgruntled-dragon No problem, just figured you were busy.
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Posted: Fri May 20, 2016 9:47 pm
The centaur smirked again, walking around behind him. The petals in her hand fluttered ever so slightly as she watched him. He was considerate of her flowers, keeping his hands free of them. The petals in her hand settled as Iolanthe stepped out from between the plants.
"Do you like them?" she asked, head tilting to one side at him. An ear flicked as she watched him, always curious and always cautious.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2016 5:06 pm
Arseno jumped a bit as he heard the voice, though luckily he didn’t knock anything over, or land on anything… sharp. He looked at where the voice had come from and was quite amazed at what he was seeing. The centaur looked straight out of fantasy and although he guessed that she was probably a youma, he was surprised that they could be so beautiful. Guess they came in all shapes and sizes.
He felt nervous in front of her, though good looking she may be, she was still very dangerous. “Ah… yes. I thought they looked quite amazing.” He hoped he didn’t sound too nervous. “I’m sorry for wandering in here. I was just walking around and got a bit lost.” He kept his hands to himself, afraid he might accidentally break something, though some of the crystals looked quite strong. “Do you… live here?” Immediately after asking he wished he hadn’t. One never knew what might set off a youma.a-disgruntled-dragon I am so sorry for taking so long to get back to this!
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