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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Sorry for the lateness!

[rifulofthewest]

There was a keening, pained wail in the distance, the death throes of Shadhavar mingled with the eerie sound of the songs they used to capture prey, as their necks were severed by the powerful, ribbonlike appendages that made up Riful’s arm. She’d been practicing, but these beasts were hardly any sort of challenge, and she was beginning to get a bit bored. She had not allowed Isley’s disappearance to make her lazy, however. If anything, she was more determined to regain as many of her abilities as she possibly could. After all, there was the distinct possibility that he would return and attempt to mobilize an army. As she knew by now, if he did come back, he would be as weak and pitiful as a human.

Her pleasant musing was broken when she felt a flash of yoki, a particularly powerful one, heading toward her direction. It was not a familiar yoki, but she thought it interesting that it appeared to be deliberately coming to find her. Surely most of the warriors here would not be so foolish, and from what she’d gathered from the only one

No worries /o/ Likewise, though, my apologies orz

[whoneedsarms]

And there is was. Eyes narrowed, Ilena twisted around to speed towards the overwhelming presence of Awakened Being. She had not seen one since that day, and certainly not one of such a fearsome reputation. Silvery hair whipped behind her as she ran, closing in on the prey that so obviously did not mind being found. She grit her teeth. Some part of her knew her jaw was aching from all the tension, and the other did not particularly care.

Finally, she came upon her. It had not been so long, but even the few minutes of running had dragged. Ilena was hardly jubilant at the best of times, nor did she look it. This particular moment, this entire time in Rivelata, was hardly the best of times. Ilena had never liked being at fault.

"Riful of the West," she said simply, flat tone betraying none of her frustration. "You should not be here." Neither should I.

Yes, tracking down an Abyssal One and seeking to draw her into combat. Scorn was all she could feel for herself.

\o\ No problem!

[rifulofthewest]

Riful tilted her head, and while some of her confusion appeared to be feigned, not all of it was. She didn't recognize the woman, but the yoki...felt familiar. At the least, some of it. Closer now, she was certain she'd felt a similar signature before.

"That much is obvious." The girl's smile widened, but it didn't quite appear to reach her eyes. "I don't think anyone really belongs here, do you?" She made no move to advance on Ilena, but she didn't retreat either. There was no need to, unless this was some sort of ambush.

But no. Something told Riful that this woman was working alone. The way she carried herself, perhaps--or the look in her eyes.

"But surely, you didn't come all the way here to tell me that. I have the feeling this isn't a social visit. Why are you here?"

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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