Grizabella closed the guild hall's doors, her ears keen to the sounds from outside. Nothing unusual happened. She sat, her back to the door.
The marauding Fyros had certainly lost his head. Either that, or he was testing her. No traitor was stupid enough to reveal his guilt that way... or was there one? Nonetheless, the tired, sincere eyes of the Fyros were easy to bring back to her mind. She wasn't under the impression he was lying, but such words were... disquieting.
Nizyros : Instead of killing everything in sight, we should get help from the neutrals so we can overcome the Powers. As long as I live, you won't hurt Pom!
-Grizabella : The years have made you crazy, leader of the Forces Obscures.
-Nizyros : The years have turned me into a realist... you don't know it yet. You just came by.
He kept on talking, even bringing into question the legitimacy of the pink haired rebel among them. She had kept her blood cold all along, but that was too much.
-Nizyros : I say the truth. Sorry for my bluntness, but I'm getting old.
-Grizabella : You're obviously old. You verge onto senility.
-Nizyros : You don't even know why you became a marauder!
The Tryker wasn't listening anymore. She was calm again and was intent on making him lose his temper. She came close to him, sliding an arm around his waist, a hand in his hair, and whispered : Your ramblings will kill you, old Fyros...
She smiled and kissed him on the forehead.
-Grizabella : You can't stop me. Accept it.
The homin scowled and answered : Don't forget who I am!
The marauding Fyros had certainly lost his head. Either that, or he was testing her. No traitor was stupid enough to reveal his guilt that way... or was there one? Nonetheless, the tired, sincere eyes of the Fyros were easy to bring back to her mind. She wasn't under the impression he was lying, but such words were... disquieting.
Nizyros : Instead of killing everything in sight, we should get help from the neutrals so we can overcome the Powers. As long as I live, you won't hurt Pom!
-Grizabella : The years have made you crazy, leader of the Forces Obscures.
-Nizyros : The years have turned me into a realist... you don't know it yet. You just came by.
He kept on talking, even bringing into question the legitimacy of the pink haired rebel among them. She had kept her blood cold all along, but that was too much.
-Nizyros : I say the truth. Sorry for my bluntness, but I'm getting old.
-Grizabella : You're obviously old. You verge onto senility.
-Nizyros : You don't even know why you became a marauder!
The Tryker wasn't listening anymore. She was calm again and was intent on making him lose his temper. She came close to him, sliding an arm around his waist, a hand in his hair, and whispered : Your ramblings will kill you, old Fyros...
She smiled and kissed him on the forehead.
-Grizabella : You can't stop me. Accept it.
The homin scowled and answered : Don't forget who I am!