Posted: Tue, 08/08/2017 10:48 (7 Years ago)
"A Celestial." Arca growls, picking up her knife and slipping it
away. Cyanide looks down for a second, then takes a breath.
"Please... Arca, I know you don't like her, you don't like any
Celestial, but Hollow..." Arca looks up at Cyanide, and her gaze
softens a bit. "Yes, I understand Cya. Go to your wife, but be back
in an hour or two." Cyanide nods, looking relived, and dashes off
into the trees. Arca glances at Crimson, her eyes as cold as ever.
"I assume you set up a barrier?" "Yes, Arinao." Crimson
replies. "Good. Now." Arca whips out her knife, throwing it
straight at Hadrian. It stops less than an inch away from his face.
"What in the name of the battle-worn stars do you think you're
doing? I advise you not to do it again. I can't be bothered with
pesky intrusions, and will not hesitate to take you out of the
equation entirely. And permanently. Clear? Wonderful. Now, if
you're new, come with me." She flicks her fingers, her knife flying
back to her hand, tucks it in her jacket, and starts heading
towards an empty tree house.