Andia: The Revolution

[Duh]

Spoiler:

Nope. It's a bunch of random stuff scrambled together.

[Arch-Mage Matt]

Spoiler:

Meh. I could be in anyone's account in less than a minute.

[Leyyuce]

Peter shook his head. "I was under the impression that you were a fairly religious person."

[Duh]

Spoiler:

You know what's funny? King A leaves, and suddenly everyone is posting in this RP. It means we have finally retaken this role-play from Lt and A!

[Arch-Mage Matt]

"Yeah, well, things haven't exactly been going well for us. My father worshiped the Old God all of his life, when he was just God, and look where it got him." Ashrel said.

[Leyyuce]

"Everything that happens has a purpose, Ashriel. A hidden meaning. Your father's death may not have been in vain."

[Arch-Mage Matt]

"What purpose could it have served?" Ashriel asked coldly. "What purpose could us being taken from the apartment have served? What purpose could the Three taking over Andia have served?"

[Leyyuce]

"You're only going to further frustrate yourself if you attempt to discern the answer."

[Duh]

"Ignore him." the voice giggled in Hremai's mind. "I will end his pain soon enough. Leave this place. Do not even look at the suffering Dragovan. Show him how much hatred you possess. Just turn around and walk away."

[JVElEven]

Hremai nodded, turning on her heels and waling off in an unspecified direction (But totally like northwards).

[Duh]

"Who is next?" the voice whispered. "Would you like to choose two targets?"

[JVElEven]

Maybe... I don't know... Hremai thought. Lyra and Ashriel.

[Duh]

"Lyra will be simple...She is much like that little wh*re, Aarys. But Ashriel...he will be extremely difficult."

[Arch-Mage Matt]

"If we never get an answer, I might as well leave right now." Ashriel mumbled.

[Eltee]

Spoiler:

Ow. I winced at that.

[Leyyuce]

"Don't be so impatient, Ashriel. In the end, everything will turn out alright- and you'll receive the answer you've been searching for." Peter abruptly stifled a short laugh.

"I ought to tell Hremai that. She's more pessimistic than anyone."

[JVElEven]

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Whoops, sorry. Forgot to reply.

I don't care. Just make it hurt. Hremai thought, walking away with a slightly wicked smile.

[Duh]

"What kind of pain do you request?" the voice asked.

[JVElEven]

I don't care. Just make it hurt.

Spoiler:

I think I'm either a teensy bit OCD, obsessed, simply mad or just painstakingly perfectionist.

[Duh]

"I will need your aid with Ashriel Vega. You were once accused of possessing feelings for this man. Is this true?"

[JVElEven]

Hremai's smile vanished.

I... Er... Well...

[Duh]

"Sweetheart..." the voice whispered warmly. An invisible hand was felt gently running its fingers across Hremai's cheeks. "I would never mock you. Never. And I surely would never judge you. I am your guardian. I am to protect you from such mockery. But I must have an answer to my question."

[JVElEven]

Hremai was still looking remarkable like a cod, opening and closing her mouth, unable to form a coherent verbal answer.

[Duh]

"Go on...Release your thoughts. Tell me, my dear."

[JVElEven]

I... Hremai thought. Maybe?