Short scenes

Silence on the flying ship.

For the first time in a long, long while, Immoza has never felt so...alone. It's been so quiet lately, she missed everyone's bickering. Yes, she gets to talk to her fellow Page, and Erold as well but...it's not the same.

Rhavon has been the only one who's been able to hold some sort of conversation with her for the past who knows how long. He's improved with his social skills thanks to Eric, but Rhavon being Rhavon, he's still hostile as always...just, less so.

Lamzil is starting to scare her, almost as much as that Steven guy...he's been losing his temper so much faster than before. Something happened between him and Steven while Immoza was off trying to help Erold recover from the nasty mind control-brainwash-whatever he was suffering from. He's yelled at everyone at one point, even at Stazal despite their desperate shoosh-papping.

Zukkoi...she remembered everything. The haunting colour of indigo ran rivets from the exposed flesh. Her horrified face of realisation. The strangled gasp as she fell to the floor withering. All while the maniacal echoing laughter surrounded him.

Blake.

Zukkoi knew he was possessed but went to find him anyways.

The grin of the Ringmaster rang all too familiar, now made furthermore terrifying on the face of someone she knew.

Immoza knew from the get-go it wasn't Blake. His god-tier outfit was all tattered and torn.

And that stupid jester hat.

His demeanour was off, no longer his posture upright with energy and vigour but rather replaced with the menacing slouch of the figure she saw. The glint of mischief and fun in his bright yellow eyes now pushed aside for malice and mania that spewed from the crazed dull gaze.

Everyone was able to chase him off but...the cries of Talini will never leave her memory.

Talini...they've been locked in their room ever since. Every time she walks past, all Immoza could do was helplessly feel nothing was but agony as she listened to the pitiful sobs and sniffles from beyond the locked door. Talini blamed her for not doing anything...but how could she have done anything? No one would have liked two bodies on the floor, would they? But Immoza understood her agony, losing such a beloved moirail, and especially such a loving one.

Immoza couldn't do anything but keep morale up. She was always so god damn useless in battle after all.

Better for her to ease the mental pain than the physical.