Re: The Island (The non-combat IC thread)
Auralice finally made it out of the wretched arena with Tamonten in tow, her head still numb and dizzy although the voices seemed to have faded significantly. Looking up to see Enigma taunting her with a smug remark regarding the experience, no doubt having enjoyed it all in her own twisted way. If Auralice wasn't still nauseous she may as well have floored the necromancer with a headbutt right there, instead of further amusing the elf with a half-assed remark, she slithers up to her and grabs her under her arm, having placed Tamonten on her back she makes her way back to the hotel room to rest. Once inside the drops Enigma on the bed and crawls up next to her, placing Tamonten on the other side and squeezing them both closely towards her with her arms around their heads, closing her eyes to soon fall asleep to take a decent nap, or possibly lie there and cuddle the rest of the day.
Enigma ---> Auralice ---> Tamonten?
Even as she was now...once again indisposed, trapped upon a bed by a large serpent woman, Enigma continued to find it...puzzling, as to why she had returned to that unholy ground. There had no logical reason for her to check on the well-being of the naga responsible for "defeating" her earlier, especially after she had opted to guide them into a hall of madness...yet... for some reason or the other, at the time she had felt almost "compelled" to do so, as if out of some strange responsibility. A sensation that shouldn't have existed to begin with, as far as she was concerned...yet happened anyway. Was she under some influence or the likes? Or was she frightfully finding herself attached to the idea of becoming a toy for the naga?...
Speaking of which, why was that demon-girl...Tamo...Tamon...Tamo something?...Tamo would do for now, why was she there?
Left with little else to converse with while the naga slept, Enigma would opt to speak out to her, perhaps in hopes of finding an answer to that, so as to keep her from suffocating not only due to the heat of such close proximity contact in a stuffy robe...but boredom as well.
"...Tamo dear, you don't mind if I call you that do you?... What brought you to be there with this...serpentine woman at that time? I recall only luring her into its halls, not you."