Atlas Treasure Salvage
Just a piece.
It shouldn’t have surprised me. I could still feel Kharris’s eyes. The usually playful sparkling hue was flat and serious. Angry even. Hell, I even knew why.
Because I had used Iloam.
Soooooooo..... maybe I could have done things differently. I should have figured out someone else to use to cleanse the corrupted soulstone. So maybe there were pieces of decay and voices of the past lurking in the bottom of that oily stone. But they are fucking crazy, if they think for a second; I was sticking that putrescent vile stone that smelled like another warlock in my ex-husband.
Jericho may not be mine now, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t kill everyone in that room to protect him.
Iloam was strong. He could take it.
Right?
So why the hell was it Kharris’s eyes that I saw as I walked away from the scene.
That flicker of suspicion.
Big plans.
Tinksa kicks open the garage door with her plate boots. She sent Boom out ahead of her, letting him get a close look at the area. Boomstick chirped and she cocks an oversized ear at him.
“Well? It's empty, whadda ya expect? Let's get to work” She cocks her small hand cannon, loading a few explosive clips. The gun was as big as her, but she held it with complete ease. She rubs the tip of her pierced nose with a wide grin for Boomstick.
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The Hourglass
(Once again, bear with me. This is a conglomerate of a few days of rp, it is long and probably spotty. I don't have a chat logger. And too much went on, not to post a blog.)
Synn stared across at the blurred landscape as the Hog sped through the lush landscape of whatever route, Tiradell was taking on the way back to the City.
“Are we going to torture him?”
A part of her lurched and frolicked at the thought of seeing what Tiradell would do to Ryojin. Tiradell had leaned against her, shaking slightly. He looked lost.
The Crypt.
(Warning. Mature Themes.)
“Iloam says he is a monster, but I do not see it,” declares Maras, staring out of the sweeping trees of Eternal Spring.
Synn looks at him quizzically for a moment for before they had been speaking of Asarel. Of his darkness, but somehow they had gotten onto the subject of Iloam. She looks out over the grassy hills, and laughing trails of waterfalls, relaxing back in the Hog. Iloam's birthday was coming soon. She needed to get him something.
Maras speaks up again, clearly wanting her opinion. “I think you are good for him. He trusts you, your friendship, you know how to handle him,”
Synn smiles slightly at that.
"He's my friend, he has saved my life more times then anyone I know, But that does not mean I do not see what he is capable of." Her words to Maras are purposeful, just as they were when they discussed Asarel and his developing relationship with Aelberyn.
