ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇs ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀɢʀᴏᴡɴ

[wolfchild]

Room Filter;
[ Arya has a pile of clothes on the floor. One by one, she cuts and rips them. Miraculously, not a single dress has fallen victim. That honor fell upon a grey robe of rough spun wool and a fine page's outfit, which bears on its breast the flayed man of Bolton. The flayed man is the first thing she cuts. ]

Friends;
Who's still here?

Rabbit;
Do you have more of those chocolate eggs?

Frodo;
[ She has the ghosts return his cloak to him. ]

You ought have your cloak back.

Zelos;
[ S'up Zelos. This is a home invasion. And by home invasion I mean she's standing on the sidewalk in front of the house long after night fell. ]

Wake up, stupid!

Comments

[wilder]

Not quite. The group was already thinking of confronting Mithos for they were running out of options and didn't know about the Aionis. But Cruxis knew they would be coming even without me informing them, and it would be a slaughter.

So to prove my loyalty, I orchestrated a trap that would bring the group into Cruxis without having them slaughtered. And when you seem like you're handing over the people that have been thorns in Mithos's side for quite awhile? You look damn nice.

And then once Mithos was preoccupied, I grabbed the Aionis, freed each person from their traps and pointed them right to his throne room.

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[wolfchild]

I know what that is! That's what you took! It gave you magic!

[wolfchild]

…I thought you could use magic from before that.

[wilder]

[He chuckles]

Yeah, you remember that right. And yeah, I could use magic before that- through Cruxis. But I hadn't taken a large enough amount to pass for elven - just enough to use magic.

[wolfchild]

You weren't afraid?

[wilder]

Me? Nah.

I was downright terrified.

[wolfchild]

But you still did it. Sometimes you are the great Zelos Wilder.

[wilder]

Huh? What do you mean sometimes?

Aryaaaa!

[wolfchild]

[ She covers Curry's ears. ]

Quiet, obnoxious Zelos Wilder. Those sounds hurt her.

[wilder]

Oh c'mon- I got better hearing than her!

[wolfchild]

But you can't hear yourself.

[wilder]

Sure I can! My voice is very handsome.

[wolfchild]

[ She tugs the pillow out from under her head to thwap him with it. ]

[wilder]

[Direct hit]

Umpfh! Hey!

[wolfchild]

[ Looking a bit (a lot) pleased with herself, she again settles down, head on the stolen pillow. ]

[wilder]

[a slight moan]

So cruel..!

[But he'll scoot down into the bed to make himself more comfortable]

[wolfchild]

[ Unable to keep her eyes open, Arya begins to give in to sleep. Even half-asleep, she can't keep from arguing. ]

I'm not cruel.

[ She turns over on her side. She runs through her prayer once, naming the Hound first. Valar morghulis, she thinks. ]

[wilder]

Hm, I know.

[He'll make himself comfortable, seeing that she's fading fast]

Night, my little wolf.

[wolfchild]

[ Don't mind as she throws her foot over his leg. She'd hug him but snuggly warm breathing pillow in the way.

And then morning comes and with the first ridiculously loud "Good morning!" Arya rethinks her life and her choices because Zelos first thing in the morning would make a saint want to walk out a window. ]