~The Battle of the Empires~ A RP

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She opened the door, looking in for a moment. "Hey." She walked inside, shutting the door after her. Something near her foot was rattling softly - she'd gotten new combat boots. They were ankle-high, black, and had a small chain near the top. "You alright?" She sat in a chair near his hospital bed.

"Somewhat," he said, "not amazing, but alright."
 
She didn't move. "All of it... The reason you're here..." She revealed a black pearl and tossed it up. It extended into a long shaft, mechanically moving to create a scythe. The scythe fell back towards Si'ralle, and she caught it by the shaft. She, in one fluid movement, laid it in her lap and looked at it. "This scythe... It was what hurt you. But it is not Excalibur's fault... It is the one who was behind Excalibur." Her grip tightened on Excalibur's shaft as tears slipped from beneath her closed eyes.

(( Look up 'dead master scythe' on Google. That's Excalibur. ))
 
Riku stared at the scythe in disbelief.
 
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Krits cocked his head again and leaned forward. Then he quietly relaxed back into his chair. Then he felt a shuddering chill run down his spine.
It had been almost 2 days of waiting. The three of them taking shifts to watch out for trouble. Krits had practically scanned every particle in existence within range. Every time he sat on watch he would feel something, like a ghost... just a faint hint, then it would disappear. His red hair was mottled his green eyes a little strained. Nakiso had just sat down to relieve him, and Krits did it again. He leaned forward squinting his eyes, then he'd settle back in his chair. Krits looked over and noticed Nakiso glaring at him. "What?"
 
"Its alright," he whispered to her.

(BTW I'm gonna be on my phone, sorry for slow replies, I'm still learning how to use BYC on it
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It had been almost 2 days of waiting. The three of them taking shifts to watch out for trouble. Krits had practically scanned every particle in existence within range. Every time he sat on watch he would feel something, like a ghost... just a faint hint, then it would disappear. His red hair was mottled his green eyes a little strained. Nakiso had just sat down to relieve him, and Krits did it again. He leaned forward squinting his eyes, then he'd settle back in his chair. Krits looked over and noticed Nakiso glaring at him. "What?"

"Oh nothing, not at you," Nakiso said, looking back out the cockpit.
 
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