The RP

[LuciasFalkner]

"He was drunk and threw a fireball at a man." Aoife said simply.

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Adminius stopped Cultus, having been about to enter the prison when he broke down the door. "And what do you think you're doing?"

[Nobody]

"It was a sparkle bomb." Ezra insisted quietly. "I'm not good with substances."

[sunter]

"A. Sparkle. Bomb. And you got drunk?!" She slapped him upside the head. "WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT!?" She made sure to emphasize every word with another slap. "You know what? I'm too tired for this!" She sat on the ground in front of him. "Aoife, I suggest you head up before Adminius decides to start a brawl with the guards. And Cultus. The guards already cleared you three to leave."

[Nobody]

"I was trying to socialize. I don't run into people like Cultus often." He indicated his own ears. "It's nice meeting people who don't care."

[canas]

Cultus sighed. ''Aoife can tell you all about it. When you get down there, tell them not to bug me for a bit and ill be back to my usual self in no time.'' He gave him a pat on the shoulder as he moved past him into the blessed daylight.

[LuciasFalkner]

Adminius yanked his arm back. "You're not off the hook. I finally found out what happened. I'm not in the mood for this shit, so you're coming with me." He yanked on the arm, making Cultus trip into the prison.

[sunter]

"Judging by what I just witnessed, I'd say he doesn't care about a lot of things."

[canas]

Cultus flipped up, slamming his foot into the Adminius' armpit, grabbing the hand adminius had yanked him with, flipping him down. ''Fuck off.'' He stepped out the door, two steps crumbling the paving stones, and then a leap carried him away.


The last and final rune token clattered onto the ground behind him, a piece of smoking steel.

[LuciasFalkner]

Adminius looked down into the prison. He wanted to see Aoife, but then he saw the crumpled heap of armor further down. That did it. Cultus had to face some consequences. He went charging off after Cultus.

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Aoife stood. "I must get some new clothing. Preferably some that are more combat-suited. However, Cultus has done some less-than-forgivable actions. We hired him. I feel it my responsibility to deal with it." She stepped past Charlotte and continued out of the prison.

[sunter]

"You three have fun." Charlotte let out an exhausted sigh. She reached up and pulled off her destroyed mask, setting it on her lap and brushing her fingers over it. "I think I'm starting to figure out why the seer is hiding in a cave."

[Nobody]

"I can't understand what it's like seeing the future." Ezra snapped and sparks flew. "I mean, I set things on fire which is cool, but there's no responsibility attached to my gifts." He snapped again. "I'm sorry by the way."

[sunter]

"It's not the future that's the Problem. Just the people that come with it. I'm still not sure what I'm supposed to do with it. You're alright Ezra." She stood up and sipped the mask back on. "We should get going. I need some sleep. Oh, and later, do you think you could fix this for me?" She pointed to the gouge marks on her mask.

[Nobody]

"Yeah, I can definitely fix it." He rubbed at the grooves. "Those are some clean cuts though. Like there was never something there to begin." He looked at the ring on his hand. "Why don't you just wear your other mask?"

[sunter]

She patted the pocket with the other mask. "I don't want to wear it. Heck, up until I received it, I was sure she-" Charlotte cut herself off. "I mean they didn't even care about little old me. I'm still not sure I'm anything more than a tool." She thought back to the conversation with Azrael. "I don't think I'll put it on for a while. Maybe never."

[Nobody]

He shrugged and spread his gloved hand over the mask. "This might sting a little." There was a flash of light as he rapidly heated the surface of the mask, swept it into a uniform shape, and cooled it, in less than a second. "Or not at all, that works too. Went better than last time."