Iteral was still stuttering, looking around. There was no "going
with Selaphiel", especially not how she acts towards her... but...
seeing the ghost of the Saint floating in front and words of
encouragement. It was the first time in a while she heard those...
and with hourglass on her chest, she felt it pound through the
glass. "... I... will do my best..." She sighs, standing up and
checking herself. In a short time, she freshened herself up. Her
sleeves rolled up so now her mark is completely visible and cleaned
from lubricant and other impurities. "... shame. It would be nice
to have a remnant of her word. Apart from the memory." She looks
into her bag, occasionally looking at the ghost-thingy.
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Iteral stops, just as she was about to head out. Nono, something
was missing... she could not just go back, Selaphiel would just
banish her on the spot. Ugh. Hmmm... well, there is one guy she
knows that got along with her. Looking around, she sneaks around
the facility, trying to find Kendo.
----
Setsuna had a little parting gift attached to him that he did not
even know as of now. Turns out, there was a bit of a motherly side
to Chiara as well, as she had left behind a small bag out of
parchment. The bag contains nothing much except a simple flask of
water, a small box of rations and a little holy symbol from
Macedon.
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Kendo was sleeping peacefully, a book on his face, lying on the
floor, his arms sprawled across the floor. He'd shrunk, for some
reason, to a fairly reasonable 6'3. Considering he was 7'2 a few
seconds ago...
Iteral sighs, standing in front of Kendo's cell now. Being a
little... miffed that during chaos and war, he is able to sleep
like he is just procrastinating homework. She looks into her bag,
takes a replacement gear and chucks it at him.
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Iteral's brown eyes met his, as she had a bit of a hard time not
sounding frustrated... though to be fair, it wasn't Kendo's fault.
You don't get talked to by a prophet or Saint and whatever every
day, less so being tasked of saving a god.
"Okay, I don't have much time. Well, I do, you do, the kingdom
doesn't. I need answers, real quick. Can you answer or do you need
a minute?"
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
"Look. Had a weird vision, you know probably with your fourth wall
whatever's. Did you ever notice anything strange about Selaphiel?"
She asked, pouting a bit. She wasn't exactly a witch in this
uniform.
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
"You're claiming to know it all despite being in a prison, you get
that... right?" Iteral sighs. He wasn't this obnoxious before.
"Well, I know your time is of no value in here. So are you going to
answer?"
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Iteral sighs, rolling her eyes and almost giving up. Then, she did
one last effort. "... then how about you foreshadow it instead, so
you can at least pretend like you are, in any way, relevant to the
plot?"
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
"Well, you see, My Time-bending friend, I'm not relevant to the
plot in any way, shape, or form. But, for the heck of it, let's
just say this. Selaphiel isn't really... a traditional depiction of
angels, huh? Just my observation."
Iteral sighs again, this time in relief. "Well, at least that's...
something. I can't complain, it's not like I was any more impo- eh,
relevant... to the plot, yeah." She scratches the back of her head,
then looking at Kendo. "I take it you do not want to be freed...
want anything from my end?"
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
"Oddly... specific..." Iteral checks her bag, though then being
confused. "Wait. Chips or crisps..." She literally froze for a
second, as if her brain crashed.
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Iteral shakes her head a bit, smiling. "I know. Kendo, my dear, we
two have travelled through time enough that language is hard." She
takes out a simple bag of patatine (Italian chips) and places down
a bottle of mineral water alongside it. "Here you go. Hope next
time, we see each other on the same side of the bars."
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.