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Welcome to the first Test Drive Meme for

escordvi! Anyone can participate in the test drive, regardless of invite eligibility. Just keep in mind that only those who have received invitations from the mods can actually reserve on August 25th and apply on September 1st. Our Interest Check can be found here.

For your toplevel, please include the following: Character Name | Canon | Armada Choice. If undecided, put "Undecided" for the Armada.

For everyone's convenience, TDM threads can be carried over in game if you wish! If you are still unsure which armada to place your character, you can play it a bit loose and vague in the TDM and make retroactive changes if you carryover the threads. We'll have more armada focused prompts in the opening log in September. The log itself is set to cover the next two weeks, until the end of the month. Characters will appear at random intervals during this time rather than all at once, so players have some more flexibility on how much more adjusted they are for someone else.

IMPORTANT REMINDER FOR MAGIC USERS!! All magic abilities will be "sealed" until characters get their tattoo from the Inkwave parlor in Eltrut. That means no magic on the starter ships before docking.

We do require TDM threads for samples for our application!

If you have any question about the TDM, comment here. If you have questions about the game in general, please comment to the Game Info.

TOPLEVEL DIRECTORY (Updated August 28)

STARTER SHIPS: ORIENTATION

There are two ships that serve as starting ships for each armada: Stormbringer for the Corsairs, and Royal Fortune for the Paladins. There are various ways new arrivals—or riftfarers as they will be called, among other creative names—will appear on or by these ships.

🚪 Random room. It could be empty, filled with crates or supplies; down in the hull where the livestock are kept; have the luck to awaken in a bed...or the misfortune of that bed already occupied; somewhere in the kitchens; in the bathroom—any room! Now let's hope the doors can open or someone may have to try and ask for help. Or jump through the porthole if there is one and it's above water.
⛵ On deck. If not in the ship itself, another possible spot to wake up to is somewhere on the maindeck. If they're lucky, they're on the deck itself. More unfortunate souls may find themselves caught in the sails or netting, the crow's nest, or on the top of the masts. Someone should be able to help, right? Or catch.
🌊 In the water. The most unlucky sods will find themselves appearing in mid-air just past the ship and plummeting straight into the water. Good news, there's always someone on the look out for such a thing and calls for help to throw a lifesaver get the rowboat will be made. Are there sharks? Well... ...Are there?

However the new riftfarers arrive, they will be poorly clothed, practically rags or loose uniforms depending on the ship. Fortunately, veteran crewmates will guide them, escorting them to a room with a strange typewriter in it. After typing their name, the typewriter will magically continue and type by itself at a fast pace until it dings and rolls out the paper. This paper will have the following information:

• Name and Shellphone ID (journalname)
• Armada (Corsair or Paladin, will match the starter ship)
• Cabin Number for their personal cabin on the starter ship
• Apartment Address for their personal address at their base armada location
• A basic map of the starting locations in Eltrut, including written directions (continued in the Eltrut section)
• A basic map of where they can find a chest with their original clothes and belongings (this will be different for every person and will be anywhere either on the starter ship or on Eltrut—players can be creative here).

After that, the crewmate will do their best to explain the basics of how they got here, what's going on, and what they'll need to do to live in Escordvi while they are here, giving them a small leather pouch with money. They will be reaching Eltrut soon, so the crewmate will suggest they look around, meet the others who have arrived. Even from their distance, they will be able to see the giant sea turtle that serves as Eltrut's leviathan.

ELTRUT: FIRST GLIMPSE

After reaching the port of Eltrut, several birdfolk will appear and happily greet all the new arrivals from both starter ships. Here it doesn't matter which side they are affiliated with, as long as they keep those swords and weapons sheathed and not pointed at each other's throats. The birdfolk will even act as guides, showing them the main places they should visit and give them a visitor's map to help guide them.

🐚 Microshell. The first stop that is encouraged will be Microshell, the main store to acquire their own personal Shellphone. The paper they received on their starter ship will have their ID and the staff at the store will set them up, explaining how the device and the network works.
✒️ Inkwave, Tattoo Parlor. The next stop is Inkwave, a tattoo parlor run by a very burly but friendly octopus, Knistej. Here everyone receives their own unique magic tattoo, allowing anyone to cast specific single element spells and other magic. Note: tattoos are required before anyone will be able to use their original magical abilities.
📜 MANTA office. The final stop is the MANTA office, where all the request, mission, and task notices are posted. Each armada has their own branch office for armada specific notices as well. A great place to find jobs to earn some cash so they don't stay a hobo forever.

It's a lot to take in for sure, with the port city bustling with all walks of life. Not only do they have both armadas mingling with each other, there are different races and species from all over Escordvi gathered here. It's not just humans, which many riftfarers always seem to be surprised about. There are also plenty of veteran riftfarers who will gladly give some advice and even share stories of their world. Maybe some are familiar.

After finding their belongings, exploring the town, and meeting other people, being able to just sit back and enjoy a drink and warm meal will be in order. While there are plenty of places to choose from, the Minstrel and Cask will be the top recommended tavern for all newcomers to visit at least once. Great drinks, great food, and can learn a lot from the patrons or meet more people.

Of course, as expected of a highly popular tavern, it's not always peaceful. A man will ask travelers what they want to do with their life. Clearly drunk, he only accepts answers that hint at wanting to find riches. If told this he will give out a treasure map. But if told anything else, he'll put up a fight, hoping to deliver a black eye. Those who do receive the map will be sorely disappointed—it will lead them down a long, winding, circuitous path around town and end at a random outhouse, likely occupied and certainly stinking to high heavens. There's likely some kind of moral here, but at some point, others who have been duped will return to the tavern to sling their fists around.

Looks like another tavern brawl for the night.

QUESTS

For those who want to try their hand at some quests, there are a few that would do well for newcomers. Teaming up is of course encouraged, no matter what the affiliation. You can assume they acquired some kind of ship for the quests out at sea, either the starter ship or some other ship heading out there.

Spicy Squid Eating Challenge

Eltrut Port

There is a traveling food ship (think food truck but on the water) that has been going around challenging ships to their extraordinary Hornswaggle's Spicy Squid Eating Challenge. If participants can scarf down a prepared three-pound bowl of exceptionally spicy ghost pepper squid and rice, they will win their meal for free as well as a crate of dried spicy squid for their ship's stores. If participants fail, they will have to pay for the meal and the crate.

...Careful, are some of the squid tentacles still moving?

Coral Reef Snacks

Eltrut

Rumour has it that certain types of coral reefs contain unique properties that can make you more alluring to the one you desire, but no one is sure what the side effects are. Test this out by trying to crunch into chunks of coral reef pieces to see if there are any added effects on your body. Hopefully, they don't ruin your teeth in the meantime.

Oh, and you have to find the correct coral reef too! Red chunks seem to make you more affectionate towards others, while blue chunks seem to make you more volatile towards others. Eaters, beware!

Giant Sea Slugs

Starter Ships

Giant sea slugs tend to only attack ships if they feel threatened but are otherwise peaceful creatures. They're about the size of a large wild cat. They also secrete a slime that contains strong disinfectant properties. This thick slime is highly sought after for its ability to heal wounds cleanly, so kill them and collect as much slime as possible.

Killer Sharkgulls

Eltrut port and ships

Seagulls can be a pain to most ships. Yet, seagulls that have evolved to be violently carnivorous can be even worse. These new birds, effectively named sharkgulls, have been seen attacking ships and ports alike. They are big enough to eat small children in one gulp or will do their best to eat full-grown humans after they've ripped them to bite-sized shreds. Beware and kill them before they can kill you!

Siren's Serenade

Out at Sea

A merchant's ship has crashed upon an outcropping of rocks after being lured in by a group of rogue sirens. These captivating creatures possess the power to ensnare their prey with their enchanting voices, luring unsuspecting souls into the depths to meet the grim fate of drowning.

Search for the missing ship and help rescue the captive sailors before it's too late! You will be supplied with special earplugs to muffle out the siren's voices so be careful to keep your ears effectively plugged. You don't want to succumb to the siren's bloodlust yourself.

Any sailors or rescuers affected by the siren's song can be treated with a harpy's potion that can reverse the song's effect. Or tie up the afflicted for twenty-four hours to wait out the effects.

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[She says nothing, only sticking those earplugs they'd provided into her ear as he's yammering on like a puppy, catching none of what he says. Or, perhaps she does but pretends not to as she stomps her way over to this apparent shipwreck on the coast.

And when they arrive, she looks around, the boat itself torn apart at the hull as it lies upon the rocks.]

I don't see any of the men around.

[But even through the earplugs, she can hear it—it's like a sharp ping in the back of her head as voices giggle in the distance, and yet, they are still so close, as if whispering in her ear, and it makes Benedikta stop dead in her tracks, lifting an arm to stop Zack from moving any further.]

[Eustace had been looking down at the shellphone device, brows furrowed as he idly taps through the menus and screens. He had examined it earlier, a bit fascinated at such a communication device. It was a little similar to the computers back in Society, but this was much more advanced. If only Isaac were here... He'd have a field day for sure.

So he doesn't quite notice Tifa coming up ahead, even as Valo tugs on the leash Eustace had acquired earlier for him. Not that he worries about Valo running off, but new world and all that... Can't be too careful. And when he feels the tug and senses a change from their previous calm walk, he looks up and—

...Ah.

While he won't stop, he won't really pick up his pace, letting her jog up to them and greet Valo who wags his tail and seeks those pets. Yay, a friend! —thinks his dog. Eustace meanwhile is just looking at her curiously and then looks at the building ahead of them.

...]

...So it seems.

[Another look at her.]

Staying at the inn?

[ It's about power, he wants to say. But of course he doesn't say that. That's not for polite company. Though whether a mage so interested in necromancy is polite company is maybe a more pertinent question. ]

A most refreshing perspective. There are those in my world who think necromancy ought to be locked away where no one could ever find it. That's such a limited view!

[ So long as Astarion is a good vampire and harms no innocents, he'll find an ally in Xenk Yendar :) He watches the elf draw his bow, grinning in approval as the arrow strikes true. ]

Your bravery is noted!

[ You see, they're off to a good start! Xenk has proven that he can completely unmake him, and Astarion has proven that he won't abandon his fellow man. For now! He is a curious vampire indeed, walking in the light, and refusing to shy away from the holy light in Xenk's blade. Curious indeed.

The sharkgulls take their turn, 2 of them descending on Xenk but finding no purchase as his half-plate and swift feet keep him safe from harm. One of them dives in to try and bite Astarion, but Xenk easily intervenes and holds the creature off (landing an attack of opportunity,) with a swift strike of his blade. ]

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[ It wouldn't do no one any good if they were all caught up with too much sentimentality. Outwardly, at least, because that's her dad with his arms around her. Whatever brought this impossible circumstance out, it's something she'd never thought she'd have again and she's still not entirely sure how to sort through it all.

His quick, ready humor makes it easier for her to keep composure. There's a brightness to her eyes, a dampness she blinks back, but no more than that. She steps back instead of clinging like some part of her might want to, movements decisive, and claps a hand on his shoulder. ]

I weren't! [ It's so easy to protest, cheerfully indignant. ] What makes you so sure you didn't get shorter, eh? As likely as anything if you ask me.

It's not--

[ The protest dies on his lips. There's something that makes his heart go pitter-patter about the way the Paladin says it, and he absolutely hates it. Also he feels like a wee bit inspired? Not quite Blessed, but you know. Inspired.

Anyway, the sharkgulls take their turns, Xenk gets his attack of opportunity. That holy blade still looks awful. At least he'd gotten some practice in with fighting alongside Shadowheart. She might pray to Shar, but her damage comes out radiant anyway.

Astarion uncanny dodges the attack and is perfectly fine. On his next move he shoots another of the sharkgulls--no advantage this time, but the thing is now Frightened and on its last hp. ]

We'll make easy work of them.

Y...eah...

[Tifa stares at him as if she's just seen a ghost, and she tries to keep her face from paling just a little bit. He really is a ghost—a ghost that she'd tried to forget after years and years of harbouring anger towards SOLDIER. Even now, she still does, and seeing him gives rise to all of those things again. Makes that fire of anger swell in her chest and belly...

And the poor guy is the only place—the only person here that she can direct it to. Not that she will because Tifa manages to keep her calm, but...]

You're... alive.

[She thought that he had died in that fire along with so many others that night. She wondered, assumed, and hated that the very last things that she had said to him were not words of thanks, but she'd spat poison at him instead. Things that she would never dare to say now.]

[ Alarm at being grabbed is quickly replaced with gratitude, and she whistles as the random tavern-dweller crashes in the ground past them. Looking to her temporary new best friend, she does rather the opposite of staying wary. Should she be taking more care? Absolutely, it's not like she's a fighter in any proper sense of the word. ]

But you're doing a better job of it than I am! [ It's absolutely shameless, yes, but there she is beckoning him to come with her towards the exit. ] C'mon, you can be on me guard.

[ Alucard Emery made a lot of noise in every other part of his life for precisely moments like these, when he doesn't want to be seen coming or going. But more's the better for him if Jarlaxle blames it on the waves.

He steps back to make room for the other man to exit the hole, noting the understated feat of athletics in clearing what appears to be a rather tall wall of sand onto more sand. Alucard has his boots in one of his hands, and it would be understandable to assume it was for precisely the reason of not wanting to sink further into the sand than he has to.

His eyes flick briefly to the drunken sailor before he decides to put the man out of his mind. It sounds like a sunburn and a hangover are the best he has to look forward to, because he's not of the mind to stick around and play nursemaid; who knows if the man deserves it, either way? His storm colored gaze returns to Jarlaxle and he offers a serpent charming smile of his own. The man reminds him of a Faroan, but without a sign of a jewel to be found embedded in that dark face, Alucard doesn't dare to hope he's found someone else from home. Funny how 'home' now includes people from nations not his own. ]

Just a bit of exercise. You could say I've finished the roll and now I'm making my way into the stroll portion of the day. [ It's not a lie but, like Jarlaxle's smile, it isn't the whole truth either. ] Are you headed back to Eltrut as well?

[Her hands immediately swoop in for pets for Valo again when he greets her and seeks her out, Tifa ruffling ears and scratching his chin, all giggles again. Really, this dog is going to be the death of her, isn't he? Even if Eustace might not like it, she's going to end up spoiling this boy rotten... and he isn't even her dog—!

Anyway.]

Yeah. Just for the night, at least.

[She kneels in front of Valo now with a half-smile.]

Ship's a bit too loud for me right now. They said that the inn's pretty good. Comfortable and quiet, too.

Well, what they say-- no pain, no cute baby animals to tame!

[ Laguna Loire, making up phrases on the fly because he could. That was not the way the saying went whatsoever; but you had to had it to the guy-- he would definitely put himself in danger so that Astarion did not have to. That was the advantage of deciding to trail after this guy on such a grand adventure.

The disadvantage was that they would invariably get lost some way or another.

Astarion was a real lucky guy. ]

No worries, I have it.. just..

[ He got up from the ground and then started to rummage around in the pockets of his jean jacket for a handkerchief and found it, he saw the words R.L and he had a moment where there was a falter, before he bit the bullet and started to tie it around his hand.

The Baby Shark decided to affix it's tiny maws to his booted foot, but that was safe-- combat boots were safe against tiny teefies that were still growing in ]

You look a bit out of sorts, you okay?

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[As Benedikta sinks into her own thoughts, Cid stares at his own image in the mirror, reflecting on his own. He's already taken off his shirt, and as he stares at himself, he stares at his arm. At how it's just complete flesh, no path of stone in sight. Even as he presses against it, flexing it as he used to, all he feels is skin and muscle. He had grown so used to how it was before, it almost feels eerie.

And as he tries his grip strength, his left hand clutching the edge of the sink until his knuckles turn white, he again can't help but feel...strange. How long has it been since he could do more than just pick up normal things? Feel as he once did before the curse started taking his arm? He can't even feel the soreness, it's all just—gone.

Although, while he would have thought the same of Ramuh... It's faint. So faint he could have missed it, but that particular ghost's presence he is well acquainted with, and he can feel the Eikon in the deepest edges of his consciousness. Is it his own intuition or Ramuh's that's helping make his decisions right now? He doesn't know.

Hell, he still has no idea what the fuck is going on.

As the water runs as he starts wiping himself off, he tries to think of the situation he woke up to and what he's been told so far. A different world? Rifts? And from the sounds other people apparently finding themselves in similar situations, they're not the only ones?

But why them? If he even entertained the idea of world dimensional hopping, he'd expect it for the living.

Not the dead.

So is this some weird afterlife? A dream? Hell?

He may be seeming confident in front of Benedikta, but the truth is he's at much of a loss as she is. He's no fool—he's not taking everything at face value. He's going to need to investigate and look more into this whole situation. But if they really are in a new world, if they were somehow taken here then... What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?

And what should he do?

After her death, he had been rattled far more than he'd like to admit, and at that point he was far more willing to go that length to take down the Mothercrystal. Ready to do it alone, too, before Clive and Jill waltzed back into his solar. He wouldn't say he did everything he did to save her, but it would be a lie to say she wasn't part of his motivation.

And the guilt, the regret. Of not being able to stop Clive before it was too late...or maybe it was, he doesn't know. Couldn't stop her from losing herself, couldn't stop her from spiraling down that path. A path he's afraid she'll take again. In some ways he's wondering if this a second chance, but in other ways he's wondering if her death was it. If it was a sign that he just needs to let her go. They both fought, cursed, even hated each other for so long and so often, one would think they would have cut everything long before now.

...Yet he can't, a thought that is reaffirmed when he finally steps out cleaned and changed and sees her standing there. Sees her up against that wall, her hands trembling, eyes red. The memory of the necklace.

Fuck.

He really is too nice for his own good.

Too nice and unable to forget or let go of that history they had. One that had been as genuine and real as anything else.]

...Benedikta.

[He quietly calls out to her, but he makes no move to reach out as instinct first tells him.]

I'd invite you to, but sadly my kin would be somewhat less than hospitable to any guests. Their loss, really, they are utterly incapable of enjoying anything worthwhile.

[With the heavy implication that Astarion was most certainly what he'd consider to be worthwhile. He practically stopped just short of stating it aloud, his tone no less warm and personable than it had been when they first met.]

Besides, the light here does it far more justice than the dim glow of the Underdark. If you would like however, I'll crash a funeral and it'll be roughly the same aesthetic.

[He chuckles, beckoning towards the bar. The motion causes the bangles on his wrists to rattle and the various necklaces to gently clink together. A keen eye might just catch a somewhat alarming fact, if they were to linger long on the drow's outrageous attire; the man was a walking arsenal. Every little glint and gleam another potential weapon or enchanted piece of jewelry, to say nothing of the obvious daggers tucked into the brigand's silk sash.]

Flattery will get you everywhere. Whatever strikes your fancy, I'll see to it that you receive. In return, I'll only ask to know more about you. After all, you're the only man I've met from home, and that makes us as good as fond friends in a place like this, and you strike me as a terribly interesting person.

I'd have to file a complaint about these rifts if that were true. My height was one of my finer points.

[He likes being on the taller side, thanks. Easier to see over people and all that—

And he's going to prove that point by placing a hand over her head, gently ruffling it.]

Still shorter than me.

Thank the saints I had you there to ward me from being tattled on by our many-armed artist.

[ He doesn't seem the least bit concerned, but he does seem amused. ]

I would love some company. [ It is difficult to say which he means. ] Perhaps there's a boardwalk that overlooks the docks. I don't know about you, but I enjoy window-shopping even if I don't end up making a purchase.

[ Because he doesn't want it enough or because he steals things? Again, up for interpretation. ]

[The questions all pile up on her expression, one after the other, but all of it is masked by the strain as she helps to lift him over the railings by his hand, hoping that he still has some strength to pull himself up and over the rest of the way. All the while, she stares at him in disbelief. Openly stares, unblinking, the shock finally starting to sink in fully.

I... landed here. Just a few hours ago. And—

It's even bleeding into her voice, as much as she tries to keep it even for both their sakes.]

You don't think we... [She shakes her head, stopping that thought dead in its tracks. No, this isn't the place or the time to do that.] Here, let's get you dried up.

[ Some part of him desperately wants to insist that he is not for sale. But that would be silly, because of course that's what he's presently doing. Offering up his company for the promise of allyship. Everyone has a price. ]

I'd like that. Perhaps we'll even catch a glimpse of the sunset.

[ The most romantic time of the day, see! ]

Lead on, then. Let's find this cozy little spot.

[This is such a huge fucking mistake and his rational side knows it. Tells him he should just walk away knowing this will just come at his loss.

But another part of him can't really just leave Barnabas as is, knowing what the man is capable of, with or without their Eikons. Whether or not the man can truly be a threat remains to be seen, but Cid can't just leave it alone, not after hearing all that. Can't just "let" it happen. Even if this ends up as just a poor show of rebellion, he can at least try and glean something from it.

...

And he really just want to deck the bastard, even once. Land one hit. One hit that's all he wants—

In any case, the two men will make their way out to the main deck. It's bustling as expected, the port not too far off, but not so close that they wouldn't have time for some kind of scuffle. And there will be at least a somewhat empty area they can make their way to...or maybe people will sense the murderous intent from the both of them to scatter. Given it's a Corsair ship, fights probably aren't too uncommon at least.]

[Don't mind him, he's just testing the full extent of his powers and if there are any "kickbacks" in using them. But where he'd used to rub his wrist, all he does is shake it as if loosening it, staring at his hand a moment before looking at the man in question.

...]

Looks still in a daze. Got any of that potion on you?

[She had just been about to open the hand that she held the pendant in before she hears his voice behind her. That firm, steady voice, quiet as it is startles her, jerking her free from those hostile, intrusive thoughts and bringing her back to the present. To whatever this world is. And in a hurry, she swipes her hand across her face to wipe her eyes, forgetting that there is still blood drying at her knuckles.

Not that she cares. That is the least of her worries, and it's a question of whether she even notices or not.]

What...?

[Benedikta's head turns away from him and she pushes herself away from the wall, that wave of shame sweeping over her again, making her tense up in response to his presence again. But it helps to at least stem the voices that she hears in her head, the many, many different ones pulling her every which way.]

[Cut short quickly enough that if there had been anyone else nearby, they wouldn't have heard a sound of that pot dropping at the very least. An unfortunately thing he could catch, smothered as the rest of him felt in that form of his. Had certainly caused that irritation at the situation to grow that much more; something was actually manage to stifle his abilities like nothing else had.

Oh well, it worked out.

Reaper's head did tilt in acknowledging when Astarion slipped in, letting most of his attention move back to the man in his hold. Brow furrowing the moment he felt them relax against him, yet didn't try to slip free with that suddenness. Curious.

He did tense for a moment at the slip of a knife, but then that faded when he could tell who it was.] Quite the treasure trove of knives here.

[His ton had dropped to something deeper, the growl more prominent in how it rumbled; quiet enough that none outside of that little area they were could hear. A hand went to hover over the orange that hand gagged the crewmate he'd gotten, tell-tale that he could remove it if—]

If you don't yell, this could remain boring and uneventful outside of questions answered. Clear?

[There was a slow and firm nod, intentionally made clear. Not their first time, perhaps?

Reaper tipped his head toward Astarion.]

Care to stay if this one remains helpful? Perhaps if he goes back on that as well.

[Really was unfortunate he didn't have his gloves and gauntlets. Would have made much more of an impression for this questioning.]

[Awwww~ She gives Valo some gentle scritches between the ears.]

Not at all, he's really sweet. And your master's nice too, helping me out like that, isn't he?

[There was a flash of red, eyes just so very briefly catching the lowest bit of light that no doubt came from some lamp -strewn about as they were to help no one get lost in the pitch dark- as he did glance the way of the voice.

A few flashes of red at that, before they were drawn back to just an easy single pair of eyes as he kept where he was. No shape able to be made out, but that was more in his own favor- a young boy, was it?

All sorts here, he supposed.]

Wrong spot.

[Definitely not his sister.]

[His expression hardens at the name.

Yes, it's a name he knows and recognizes, one that makes his insides churn in disgust. If there was someone he detested more than Barnabas, it would be that thing, that so-called "god," the maker of all their problems.

But with what Jill says after...

He understands what she's implying—whether Ultima is truly gone is still unanswered. However, that part isn't important.

Cid will reach out, his hand clasping over hers in a gentle, comforting gesture.]

I can't say about the others... But knowing Clive, he's out there. Trust him.

[ It would seem his worst nightmares were crawling back from the dead to haunt him.

Clive should have expected this, seeing person after person thought to be confided to the afterlife remerged upon this new star. There was an inkling of possibility that she, too, would return, but those thoughts were dismissed as soon as the next day rose.

But there was no denying what he witnessed in front of him. That same scowl, the monstrous look in her eyes... this was none other than Garuda's former Dominant. ]

FUCK—

[ He barely managed to move out of the way when she sword came flying across his chest. The metal managed to nick a bit of the leather, but fast reflexes maneuvered his position to sidestep out of the way while keeping his hand still firmly grasped around her fist, trying to keep her in place. Clive's face hardened as a scowl to replace his previous confusion.

Was she really intending to try to kill him here? This was already getting too dangerous— ]

Glad to know the feeling is mutual! [ His grip tightens around her fist, trying to temporarily debilitate her movements in order to pull his own sword from his back hilt. He was aware they did not leave on good terms, but to be this hostile after so many years? Perhaps that anger had burned even in the grave.

Looks like he needed to calm the winds down a bit. ]

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