Behind the Mask [ Cera ]

A few hours being in this world and Ivonne was ready to swear she’ll never complain about Ryan’s antics for the duration of her lifetime. It was… like reintroduction back at the Free company the man all but hauled her to join in. By hauled she meant literally, bodily carried by the same insane Miqote dark knight who didn’t know the meaning of no. For the hundredth time, that day the young blond knight sighed through clenched teeth. A headache constantly hounded her head right after she practically fled from the tyrannical rants her unwilling roommate bombarded her way. Now normally she would toss a few well aimed shots of pure killing intent to shut the annoying once up, but…

There was one problem with that. While she told the man she recovered from her unfortunate unexpected introduction with dimension travelling. In truth? She hadn’t. She really hadn’t completely shaken off the drain biting at her reserves. She still felt exhausted, part of her reserves now went into keeping her cover up. The girl refused to allow herself to look just a tiny bit weak at the presence of a fellow follower of the abyss. It just wasn’t done. Now while all she wanted to do was rest her head and forget all of this happened. She knew that was only a mere temporary escape. The minute she wakes up, old reality was going to be there waiting to greet her. Accepting her fate was the only option she has. And then… operation survival as Fray ‘lovingly’ named her contingency plans when it mattered being trapped somewhere completely foreign. Learn her surroundings, that was a first. Her fellow dark knight was offering her a way to do it and at the same time give her a few hours of escape from her crazed roommate.

’Note to self….’ Her mind began, ’Dig bag for earplugs or find somewhere to camp.’ She thought. Marking it on her long list of things to be done right before the end of the day. Fatigued gnawed at her bones but the young girl frankly ignored its presence as she trekked down through the corridors, passing a few doors until she reached the end of it leading towards the staircase leading downwards to the reception area. The man knight must already be there… she mused to herself. Careful to keep her own amusement from peering through the stoic mask she held on her face as she descended down the flight of stairs as silent as a gliding ghost. The metallic parts of her armor barely clicked as she moved silently down. Though once she was down she did saw the man calmly leaning against the reception desk dealing with the creature responsible for… her roommate predicament. A twitch came on the child’s lips. Uncertain whether it was trying to frown or smile that the Nu mou was now in hot water with the dark knight. The girl barely uttered a sound instead she picked leaning against the wall to watch the oncoming revenge her fellow blond knight planned on the creature.

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Hear that? That’s the sound of Ivonne vindictive streak begging for the man to make the Nu mou squirm further into the trouble it brought on itself. To be specific, on the trouble it dumped on them. She didn’t care if she sounded a tad bit selfish. But she does have a rule when it came to her minor attempts at keeping the fragments of her sanity intact. Hearing a pretentious chit practically lambast her with tantrums because she was unhappy with the sudden change in her sleeping arrangement. Deep down she understood where she was going on with it. Still it wasn’t a reason to toss her ire at the change at someone who was as clueless about it.

But since when did nobles ever follow the rule of logic without the use of money. She rarely found a few who does. And those that did, have issues with the whole social status gig the world had over its citizenry. She supposed that’s normal human behaviour. It’s human nature to feel the need to be better than the other. Survival of the fittest rule number one played a part in there ladies and gentlemen. Ivonne had trouble pushing down the smirk trying to curl on her lips as she watched the small creature attempts at making himself look smaller to the unhappy blond.

More… she wanted more. She really wanted him to squirm. Or… if she allowed her creative imagination to run; use the bastard as a make shift flag. Just find some rope and a good perch by the window. Easy as pie, oh… and don’t forget to make sure its at least five floors from the ground. She didn’t want to think what Fray would have done if had been him in that situation. She doubted… Cassialyn wouldn’t be traumatize.
Well dang… now that idea slipped into mind. She wondered why on earth she didn’t bother just scaring the crap out of her and be done with it?

Reason… The child wasn’t in the mood to explain to anyone why there was a quivering mass of flesh in her room. And that said flesh used to be her roommate. She shook off the thought, when she did another followed. This time another idea using borrowing her guild leader’s voice in reminding her to be social. Yeah right, she scoffed at the thought. Lazy crimson orbs flickered to the boy once he noted her presence at the same time came the end to her impromptu entertainment. She was starting to get amused too when he called it quits.

Another sigh bore her hesitation in leaving the nice wall she leaned her back against, but the man now glanced back, his azure orbs waiting for a reply from her side. Would it bother him if she didn’t give him a verbal one? All this talking made her throat itch. But that could easily be blamed for her not talking too much in the first place. “Yeah… Though it seems you were quite busy having a nice chat with your friendly receptionist…” Wow… all those words in one sentence. No clipped responses or anything. Not like…she can play that card while she’s trapped here.

Dieter Wolfram

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