The storm is coming, I don't mind. People are dying, I close my blinds.

[whoneedsarms]

Who: Ilena & Riful (Teresa and possibly other Claymoars later?)
What: Ilena is Having Issues and does something Very Stupid Indeed
Where: The depths of the jungle (~._.)~
When: Early evening, uhm... after her meeting with Liz.

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[whoneedsarms]

In contrast to the vague similarity Riful might have been encountering, Ilena was entirely removed. Barely yoma nor warrior has crossed her, but for her time in Rivelata. She did not even know of her parting gift to Clare, as yet.

"Those native to this place," came the stoic reply. The natives that we endanger, she could not help but add in the dark recesses of her mind. In her time, caring for humans had not been a great concern. Protecting them was duty, harming a crime. But to care was something she had not considered truly of any other than her comrades until what came to pass with Teresa. Damnable Teresa. "If we do not belong here, then we must make amends and remove ourselves."

It was business, then. Simply business. That was what they were, in a way - tools of business, help in place by rules and laws and a thousand over things, but all for one specific purpose.
She should fulfil that purpose. Maybe she had not been a warrior for many years, but neither had Teresa lived. The world was turned all upside down and twisted. "I have come to purge this island of you."