[but before they can make any other wild claims, there's a shower of stardust.
The sounds of the battle are deafening, even from where you kneel.
As usual, you have been tasked with tending to the injured. Your father has never once wanted you on the front lines, and you suppose you cannot blame him, but it makes you feel ill at ease to be in a place of relative safety while those you care for most are risking their lives more directly.
Your aunt wields a sword and shield, and she is right in the thick of things, commanding the troops with a ferocity that you know must strike fear into the hearts of her enemies. Both your uncles are there, too, one towering over those who would fight them and the other raining terror from above, lashing out with the sort of power that could lay waste to cities. And your father - he is there as well, though you have lost sight of him for the moment.
Your attention is on the injured soldier beneath you. His breathing is labored, and his wounds are grave, but - you can save him.
Saving people is what your abilities are for. What would be the point, if you did not use them?
You hold your hands over the soldier's chest, and you focus. A bluish light shines over the wound, and you watch as it knits itself back together, and as the soldier's breathing becomes a little easier. He will live. As the light fades, you are aware of the other soldiers around you - injured, not well enough to fight, some struggling to get back up because they want to. Their comrades are still out there, fighting.
Your comrades - your family - are out there fighting, too. The battlefield is a terrifying sight - flames and smoke, singed ground, winged reptilian creatures up in the air, the clash of steel on steel, the cries of the injured, the silence of the dead...
Slowly, you get to your feet.
"All this bloodshed..." Your uncle swoops down, and focuses, and an explosive beam of fire engulfs the soldiers on the ground. You wince. "Will it never come to an end?"
...your other uncle, charging an attack, is struck by several - he falls, crushing many of the soldiers beneath him. You gasp, and you can only watch as enemy mages focus their spells on your aunt, but she rapidly outstrips them, running out of their range as they charge up and slashing at the soldiers as she goes. One of them jumps, aiming to strike a devastating blow against her, and -
There he is. Your father, swooping down in on his steed's back, knocks the soldier right out of the air. He looks back and shouts your aunt's name, and she leaps upwards - there's a bright, green light, and...
She is transformed. She is a terrifying sight, all scales and wings and sheer power, and she takes to the air, dodging spell after spell, going straight for a line of mages atop a cliffside. They throw up magical shields, but you know even before she charges a spell in her throat and lets it fly that they will be shattered.
It may well be that this bloodshed can only come with a significant enough show of force.
...your role will be to help those who survive pick up the pieces.
[she's just not going to bring up that the memory seemed a bit strange for a cannibal murderer. she's getting the idea of what's going on around here.]
You could give me a task to tell people to come talk to you. It would be a frustrating task for me and for you, especially if you really don't want to talk to those people.
Tch... I'm tapped out on healing for this week. But I could do that for healing next week, once the tasks other people have from this one are wrapped up.
It's up to you. I wouldn't purport to tell you your tasks. But it would be such an invasive one....I imagine a rude cannibal like you would enjoy the opportunity to torment more people.
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[they puff up, giving off haughty vibes.]
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[but before they can make any other wild claims, there's a shower of stardust.
virgo goes absolutely still.]
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I will bring you fresher blood next time, if mine this time was not to your taste.
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[will you, virgo. will you really.]
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[she's just not going to bring up that the memory seemed a bit strange for a cannibal murderer. she's getting the idea of what's going on around here.]
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[please do not make them prove it.]
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...I imagine, being an awful cannibal, you don't get so many visitors? Other than Yoo Joonghyuk.
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Who fucking cares if I do or don't? It's not like I'm lonely or anything.
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You could give me a task to tell people to come talk to you. It would be a frustrating task for me and for you, especially if you really don't want to talk to those people.
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[
but if she would go for it do it next week because sweats in the week changeover]
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[she's just offering to round up some friends for virgo.]
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Hahahaha! You're fucking right about that... well. I know exactly what task I'm going to give you when you ask me for healing!