Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190122030835/@comment-26892768-20190125161828

As Rainbow is in the air and Sugilite is giant, they don't really notice the ink being fired at them.

Sugilite sees the new Grox ships coming in and groans. "Will you just stay down!?"

She starts swinging her flail more wildly, charging forward as she does so - definitely hitting more ships now, but, uh...needless to say, everything in the surrouding area is getting levelled. Fast.

Rainbow Quartz yelps as the flail misses them by inches. "Be mindful of where you're swinging!"

Elsewhere...

A girl in a schoolgirl outfit is currently sleeping on some stone, and for a moment, she shivers. Her eyes slowly blink open. "Sure is chilly this...morning..."

She trails off as she looks at her surroundings. This wasn't where she slept last night...

Then she hears a loud male voice groan.

"Kid, did you switch pillows in the night or something? Because if you did, lemme tell you - ditch the pillow you switched to. Feels like I've been sleeping on a rock or something..." The source of the voice isn't from anyone near her - no, this voice is coming from a second mouth on the back of her head, merged with her lengthy black hair. This would be Filia's Parasite, Samson. "I mean, really, what is with...that..."

There's a moment of silence.

"...hey, don't look at me, kid. I've got as much of a clue as you do right now - jack squat." Samson remarks.

Filia sighs. "At least if us ending up here was because of one of your nights out, I'd have some kind of explanation...I don't even know if we're in the Canopy Kingdom anymore, let alone New Meridian! I don't know how this could...is that a castle?"

Her eyes are now squarely on a large stone building with various spires - Fort Dawnguard, to be precise.

"Sure looks like it." Samson narrows his eyes. "Seems too convenient..."

"Oh, come on, Samson! If someone's inside, they might be able to help us! And if no one's in there, we could at least have some fun looking around!" Filia argues.

"No offense, Filia, but my idea of fun isn't ''looking around at a bunch of dusty old rocks." ''Samson deadpans.

"You're a dusty old rock..." Filia mutters, crossing her arms.

"Wow, kid. That hurt. Really, you wound me." Samson snarks, grinning.