Arcana: the downfall

“A ‘swine’ that just beat your @*$!” Eyvris calls out, even if he couldn’t be heard.

He sheathed his blade and placed his right hand on his left arm. The electricity would have no doubt left a scar underneath the metal of his shield and gauntlets. Guess some insulation would be a good idea. He thinks to himself.

“watching over you guys,” she said calmly


The angelic being appeared in his fortress, resting in a pool of magic, “bring the prisoner to lux.” He ordered a subordinate


Tortwig had been stripped of everything but clothes, whilst having her limbs chained together just loose enough to let her walk, but nothing more

“Oh. Well I can’t sleep.”
She said, pulling up a chair opposite to the goddess.

Ooc: can she wake up?

“is that so?”
OOC: yes.
IC: 047 sat one the ground, fearful of her fate

“Yeah. I guess sleeping in this new place is going to take some getting used to.”

She nods, “it’s certainly more cozy then your last home.”

Tortwig blinked her eyes open.
“Wha-?” She tried to stretch , but found herself restricted by chains.

“Do you think I could ever go back? Hanging out with Melissa is great, but I’m a little home sick.”

“I seen your awake,” said an angelic being kindly


“I doubt it.”

Tortwig scrambled to her feet. “Where am I? What happened?!”

“But why?”
She asked.

OOC: Could Alpha have followed Tortwig in secret?

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“you were captured,” he said nonchalantly.


“It’s better for you to grow up with a friend.” She said kindly
OOC: no

Tortwig blinked. “What?”

“I’m sure I could have made friends at home.”
She pouted.

“why yes, I’m to bring you to lux as bait,” he replied calmly.


“Perhaps, and what about Melissa?”

“W-what? Bait? Lux?” Tortwig looked around.
“What’s going on?”

Ooc:
Would her arm contraption be taken?

“She’s nice. Really nice. But can we at least go out some time?”

“you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?”
OOC: yes

“Yeah. Though it’s 1 at night, so not yet.”

Tortwig blinked again.
She looked down at her arm which was shaking violently.
“Hey, give me a chance. I wake up in who knows where guarded by who knows what, to find out I’m a prisoner and bait.” She retorted.
“Where’s my arm band?” She demanded.