CaffeinatedKitty
Intoxicated Feline
Alouette watches as he responds, looking more nervous than anything. It's kind of infuriating that she can't hear the conversation... But she's reluctant to move any closer. So she fidgets and watches and waits.
((/if/ i'm correct i already had that posted somewhere earlier in the thread ._. ))Ross rose from his lying position. A Guardian had died, but their aspect had not. He just hoped it wasn't Pyro...
He looked around at the Guardians in the area. There was Hope, he seemed to be recovering. Kysa ((CofeeThePotato pls)) was working diligently on Remillia. Zwn was sitting in shock that someone had died. And then...Had Alouette come right after him? He hadn't ever noticed her. She was sitting there, fidgeting, watching something. He followed her gaze, and Light and Airis were there. When the hell did those two get here? He didn't really know what else he could do, so he headed to the water to check out his new orb.
((Sheep, wtf man. Light. A Serial Killer. Smells like corruption. Talk to Kysa about that.And whose idea was it to give a sheep that's fucked in the head control over light?!))
((OTPOTPOTP))A Guardian had died, but their aspect had not. He just hoped it wasn't Pyro...
((What ifi t's a monstrous banana that's 50 metres high?))Liro left the conversation hoping that Skri’ik and Fauna would keep an eye over Cyra. He then walked to the back of the cave and sat down on a rock. He took his pickaxe off of his back. He hadn’t really inspected or looked at it at all yet. It was all made out of one material, some kind of mineral. It was also really stable and hard, it would easily be able to break through stone. The points of the pickaxe had sharp, flat ends. He almost cut himself touching it. That gave Liro an idea. He could shape it into a sword or whatever he needed at that time, it could be a universal tool. He smiled at the thought of that.
He attempted shaping it, just like he had done with Cyra’s handcuffs. It bent and shaped at his will but it definitely took more effort to. Liro had another idea, he could do this with other materials too. He could make weapons or armour for other people but to make more stable equipment he’d have to use iron or steel and he couldn’t make that without the help of Pyro, the Guardian of Fire. Liro now had a reason to find Pyro too, even if it wasn’t that important right now. He imagined people dressed in full sets of armour of steel made by him. Liro’s smile turned into a smirk from ear to ear. He would have complete power over them, if they believed he had good intentions.
For now, he decided to shape his tool into a sword. So he could keep Cyra under control in case she tried something.
((The sword, with banana for scale.))![]()
((Because nobody can be completely mentally stable. ))
((He is somewhere between the cave and the crater, close to the river, if I remember correctly))((I'd like to know where my character is, since no one seems to have noticed his reawakening.))
Himinn looked towards Cyra. She may not be directly in front of her, but something in her eyes reminded her of something.((He is somewhere between the cave and the crater, close to the river, if I remember correctly))
Guardian of CorruptionCyra was not really paying attention to all the conversation around her. She looked at Liro with his weird pickaxe sword thing. Really? Isn't chucking a rock at her face easier? She decided not to say the snarky remark seeing that he was across the room.
She looked up when Skri'ik mentioned her name. Some about finding Purification. Again. Why is everyone searching for the Guardian of Purification? She clenched her hands, digging her nails into her palm. She glared at her hands and watched the blood ooze. Don't they realize nothing can be pure? Don't they realize how corrupted and chaotic every world is? Not just this newly formed world, but also past worlds. All had wars and violence. Death was everywhere. No one liked the bad guy, even when the killing had to be done.
The Guardian of Corruption closed her eyes. She breathed deeply. After making sure her emotions were in check, she looked back up and gave a malicious smile.
"Looks like you have to take me there. Remember the discussion about dogs? Aren't there some dogs that track things? Guess I'm really a dog now."
((Currently she doesn't, but she is influenced with/by corruption so it may look similar.))Himinn looked towards Cyra. She may not be directly in front of her, but something in her eyes reminded her of something.
Something that she saw in Remilia's eyes which worsened as they kept going on.
Cyra has magic taint.
((BEFORE ANYONE POSTS ANYTHING, I WANT Claire1018 TO CONFIRM IF THIS IS THE CASE))
((Huh. So, let's get this straight. Cyra's currently being influenced by Corruption. Himinn assumes she has magic taint, which while not true isn't actually that far off the mark.((Currently she doesn't, but she is influenced with/by corruption so it may look similar.))
She thought about it, her finger curled by her chin in thought. "... I-I guess I'll stay, but I can't promise that I'm the most reliable person," she said, looking Skri'ik in the eyes. "Someone else might have to stay with me, or watch Endal in my place. I think he'd be less likely to freak with a familiar face, though..."Skri'ik grinned at Cyra's words. "Yes, now you are really a dog, but not any dog - our dog. Your job is to trac the Guardian of Purification for us." Yes, a dog. Servitude to its master, including sharing knowledge... delicious knowledge. She would hunt down and share that knowledge.
He then turned to the girl. "It is true that Endal does still slumber, but it is our priority to find the other Guardians. I believe that maybe one of us could stay behind for a bit and wait for Endal to wake up, just so he doesn't get assassinated in his sleep?"