IC INBOX - PHANRIFT

[founderinglight]

one for sorrow, two for mirth
three for marriage, four for birth
five for the truth and six for lying
seven for sickness, eight for dying
nine for silver, ten for gold
eleven for a secret that shall never be told
twelve for the moon, thirteen for the sky
fourteen for the accursed unable to die
and fifteen for my heart's last desire
a new day's dawn, reborn in fire



Izunia Lucis Caelum
Keystone Station Room #11
Network @elevencrows

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[motherfucking_ghost]

[He bites it back, shoves it down, his immediate response to who's taking it there, because it's sure the very words out of Izunia's mouth. The sheer condescension of it all.]

I'm doing fuck and all to stop you. [Wage away, o wager of fury.]

Yeah. She did it all really, really deliberately.

[founderinglight]

Planned and considered and - Fuck, tell me at least someone got to punch her.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Pretty sure they would've died of hyper-powerful elemental magic if they tried.

[founderinglight]

[Izunia... glances down at his hands as though considering.]

...If I ever see her, I'll take the risk.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Your funeral. Wouldn't be your first one. Don't think it's a good idea, though.

Which I'm sure you'll take to mean it's a great idea.

[founderinglight]

The whole 'giant metal spirit armor' thing makes me a bit hardier than average.

[And with a final sigh, he dismisses the blade and props his elbows on the railing instead.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'll just be happy if I never see her again.

'm gonna go check up on Ardyn, have some food.

[founderinglight]

Right. Take care.

[He'll be out here a while longer, watching the sky.]