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HE SAYS "OH BABY GIRL, DON'T GET CUT ON MY EDGES I'M THE KING OF EVERYTHING AND MY TONGUE IS A WEAPON" A wide, genuine smile lights up his white-splashed face as she agrees to join him on his quest. He's already had a little think about where he can collect the rest of the items - the Endless Blue is fairly obvious, yet the volcanic rock takes a tad more musing over. The only volcanic place he can think of is the Veins themselves, and he's not entirely sure if it borders on the insane to try and enter an ominous-looking volcano for the sake of a rock. Still, that's a problem for a different day. For now Vadir nurses the precious stone - and if she could read Babel's mind she would point out that her red brother is far too small and weak to carry such an important thing, as his poor little arms might well fall from their sockets under the weight of the chosen object - and Volterra is content that he's accomplished at least the first part of his quest. "Igen, let us move." He begins to stride away, crossing over the singed remains of his golem without a thought but ensuring he keeps close enough to Isopia to step in should she show signs of tiring. She's far stronger than that, of course, but it doesn't stop Volterra wanting to minimise as many risks as possible. |
Igen = yes
LOOK LOOK IT'S NOT AN ESSAY LOOK LOOK
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
