Auspice and Rhulk turned to Iteral, looking at each other, then
back to the time witch. Auspice slowly walked up to Iteral, a
slight smile on her face. "I... I saw my future daughter... I
think..."
"Future daughter?" Iteral thinks. "Well, makes sense... with you
being my bestie, it's possible." Iteral makes a somewhat true
statement and then smiles. "Well, that makes one happy. Means your
relationship is going to last a long time."
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
"Forever." She reassured with a delighted smile. She never felt so
happy in her life. Sure, she was always happy around Rhulk, but
along with her child? Her excitement was so great, I can't even
write how happy she would be.
Rhulk nods before kneeling down, getting on their level just
because he could.
"So cute. Do you have a name for your daughter, now that you know
she is bound to exist?" Iteral smiles, a little innocence now
painting her smile. "Wait. That means I gotta prepare your baby
shower! Don't worry, I got good time management!"
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
"Tenera. We will name her Tenera, meaning 'holder of darkness', if
you know what I'm saying. And of course you do, and we know why."
Auspice giggled before hugging her. "Thank you for everything,
Iteral. It means a lot to me. To us. Thanks for that."
Iteral's face turns red enough that, now with all six eyes open,
the bottom pair turns a little red as well. "I-eh, I did not do
much... you flattering Disicple..." She waves it off a bit, not
noticing Tenera being a Latin name like the two, she was just...
stunned by flattery. "I-I did not do anything as of now."
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Auspice could tell that Iteral was blushing without even looking,
just smirking slightly at how flustered her friend was. "Oh, but
you did much already. You care, unlike many other people I have
encountered. I owe you my life, my friend. I am in your debt."
Iteral looks away, still red and... her face regained a little
color, actually. It went from her normal pale white to a bit of a
tan all of a sudden. "Y-You're too much, I... I just do what a
friend likes to! Come on!" She moves her hands around frantically,
her bottom eyes now having small spirales as pupils.
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
The exiled 'cutie' broke the hug, her smile remaining on her face,
as if it was plastered there. Though, the smile slowly died off.
"Friends do that? Really? W-Well, I'm glad I know that. Sense...
well, I don't really have... 'friends', you know..." Auspice
chuckled nervously before giving off a small, short sigh.
Iteral takes a deep breath, fanning herself some air in order to
cool herself down a bit... then suddenly regaining a little courage
and standing between the Caretaker and Rhulk. "Aw, shush, you have
a faithful husband and an awesome caretaker already! Now you got an
time-defying friend too. Three's a crowd, Auspice's crowd!" She
gives Rhulk a wide smile, winking with three eyes.
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Auspice's smile quickly returned, giving Iteral a small nod before
turning to the Caretaker, then Rhulk, now climbing back on him and
sitting on his shoulder. "You are right... don't forget the little
Scorn, too!"
Rhulk was smirking slightly, although it couldn't be seen, but the
way his main pair of eyes squinted slightly could let one know that
he was smiling in a way. "Yes... thank
you... time-witch. Here I was, thinking all witches are bad, just
because one didn't work out so well. I guess I shouldn't be quick
to assume."
"Of course not but then my pun with the "three's a crowd" would not
have worked." Iteral looks a little embarrassed, then goes to look
at Rhulk again. "Eh, I am pretty hated across time and space too,
though less about the witch part as more the time part. But ah
well. Also, I assumed about Lubrean weddings and stuff too, so I
guess we're even?"
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Rhulk looked down at the ground for a moment before nodding. "I
guess so. I apologize for the things I have said... well, before.
Apologizes." He looked back at Iteral and giving her a three-eyed
wink before giving her a small head bow.
"Don't worry. Out of all the aliens, extraterrestrials and
extraordinaries, you're by far the nicest. And coolest. Well...
nah, you're the coolest. I was about to say something about those
weirdos on Neomuna but they seem so self-absorbed and think they
could snap me in half." Iteral laughs, giving a three-eyed wink
back and then looking over to Auspice. "Well? We have a funeral to
attend, are you ready?"
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
Rhulk rolled his eyes. "Of course. The
self-absorbed Neomunians... Neptunians... whatever. I couldn't care
less about them. They could die painfully. The City of Neomuna
is... well, the humans, exos and awoken thought the Last City was
the only city left... but Neomuna still stands, unfortunately. We
could save that topic for another day, though."
Auspice nodded, looking over at Rhulk, waiting for him to do his
thing. Not much longer, Rhulk snapped his fingers, wearing a suit
like this."Alright, are we
ready to go?"
"... two things. One, Rhulk, please tell me who your tailor is,
that suit looks very good on you... and second, how are we getting
him out of the pyramid anyway? Not to rain on your parade but... I
doubt we can shove the pyramid into Earth orbit."
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
"My tailor? Right there." He looked
over to the Caretaker and pointed at it before looking back over at
Iteral. Auspice thought for a moment, thinking. "Damn, you are
right. Not only that, but he can't move this Pyramid either...
thanks to... Savathun." She grumbled, mumbling in an upset manner.
Iteral signs to Caretaker. "How much would I need to provide to
get a suit tailored for me?" She thought for a little, then
checking her bag. "Well, I don't know how powerful your witch is...
but I could try a few things. I could revert time so that Rhulk is
younger before the curse... or see how long the curse lasts and go
into the future... or go back in time and get a past Savathûn to
undo it..." She shrugs. "Or I try getting... what's it called. A
surrogate... no. Basically, a mental link to a dead body so he
could move around outside the pyramid."
You know the first rule in combat?
Shoot them before they shoot you.
"Nope. It's free. Or... if Rhulk says I could make something for
you..." The Caretaker replied back with sign language, smiling
under its 'mask'.
"Hmmmm... I think our best bet is to just go back in time and have
Savathun undo it, problem solved for an hour or two? I'm not a time
nerd, so I don't know how thinks would work out..."