“Bah” she puts the rods up and slips into the night
Quincy and Sam pretty much break into Cheary’s home to hide.
Q: “WHAT WAS THAT?!”
S: " I dunno! I was trying to find people like you and then this creepy lookin’ asshole pretty much appeared right on a twig, trying to touch the back of my head!"
Q: “…You don’t think Cheary’d mind me breaking into her house, do you?”
(She’s an electrocutioner right Noz?)
She walks into her house. Her face…she takes out two metal rods and they crackle “get out of my house if you value your life”
S: I take it that’s Cheary? Doesn’t seem like she is.
Q: What were you doing in that clearing anyway?
S: My dad and- DAD!!! He tries to run back to the forest
Q: Quincy grabs him That guy’s probably still there, going back is a horrible idea. We’ll check in the
morning. You have a home right?
S: At the shore.
Q: Go there and stay there until I come and get you. We’ll go find your father together. I’m going back to my hotel.
Abigail is sitting by the street, twiddling with a bright-red potion. She notices the shop of Annebelle and Drea’s.
“That area opened?” She wondered.
She walks into the store, wondering what was inside. @SadSnake (Lyndas wiped her memories, so she won’t know the two.)
Crown Prince Falone is at the Origin Hut, where the Kingdom begun. There are dishes prepared by the maid in charge of the place.
Annebelle’s eyes widened, before she looked down. She recalled Abigail being weird, and stopping her enlightment… Grea walked towards her. G:“Abigail. You’ve shown yourself again.”
“Umm… Are you the owners of this store?” Abigail asks, looking at all the things on display.
She looks and settles on the same jug that she had laid her eyes on previously. Something seems familiar, but she shrugs it off.
“May I know how much does that wooden jug cost?”
A:“Abi-…” She looked at her, before looking at the jug. Oh. A:“That is 20 gold coins, miss…it makes it impossible from it to slip in your hand. The one that keeps herbs fresh is the metal one just next to it, at 30 gold coins.”
She notes your thoughts.
She takes the jug, and puts down 20 gold coins from her purse. Where did she get so much money?
“Here… I’ll take the jug myself. Thank you…”
She turns to leave. She stops halfway…
“Do I… know you?”
A:"…" She hesitated for a few seconds. Before realising what Abigail did last time… when she was converted… and shook her head. “I don’t know. Maybe., there are a lot of customers that go around here, can’t remember them all.”
“Oh…”
“Well, I hope your business has a good start!” She smiles at Annebelle.
She looks at her bright-red potion, and gives it to Annebelle. “Here! A welcome gift!”
“…huh…thank you.” She looked at the potion. Bright red. ALmost Crimson. Bad memories… she shivered and pocketed to potion. “I hope you’ll come back to us later.”
“They call it the crimson potion… It heals any illness and helps with wounds as well! It’s really rare so… Use it with care!”
She looks down, before fiddling with her thumbs. “I need to make another one…”
G:"…hopefully it won’t Knock me out this time…" A:"…yeah." Annebelle slid the potion over to her. She put it on her belt and looked out of the shop. G:“So…Abigail doesn’t remember us.” A:“That’s better than being a psycho…” G:"…yeah." Annebelle sighed.
Ezura opened her eyes from rest.
E: Now… about that plan…
She walked over to the king’s chambers , and knocked on the door.
She reaches her house.
“I think I know them… from somewhere…”
Hello, Abigail.
“Wha-?” She looks around frantically, searching for the voice.
Ehehe. My dear…
“Wh- who are you?”
Don’t worry, I am your guardian angel… Ehehe.
Abigail lets out a gasp, her hand clasping onto her forehead.
“Ah?” Abigail starts breathing heavily, “What… what are you…”
Remember… Ma? Pa?
“!!!” Images flew into her mind, of her body being strung by an unknown will, to kill her parents.
“No!”
Feel that anger?
“I… I can’t have…”
Images of Annebelle and Grea fly in.
“Huh!?”
I took it all for you. All of the pain.
Give it to me. I should be there.
“What? I… Wha-”
What?
“Ehehe… Lyndas… wants to… kill.”
No!
“Just a little… Kill… Mithras…”
Zzt! Lyndas seems to be zapped by something, and Abigail regains control.
“No! Why let people die like Ma?”
You don’t understand my pain. You are a coward. Lyndas wants… Ehehe… Lyndas wants death…
A battle ongoes inside her head… She screams in pain and falls unconscious, her gates not closed.