*CLANG* "Crimson, sweetie~ Can you make me a new rapier?" a muffled voice echoed from beyond the wooden door. "Of course, Ma'am!" *Drip* Beads of sweat trickled down my cheek before I returned my attention to my work. The fires from this forge weren't as blistering as the ones down at the Furnace, but it was still dangerous if left unattended. My mind, however, was still the same old wandering dog that keeps getting distracted at the slightest hint of new stuff. Or was it not like that back then? Either way... How long has it been? *CLANG* I honestly forgot after the umpteenth time that Arya requested that I make another weapon for her. I think I've been at this for just shy of a year, what with Olivia actually starting to grow a bit bigger for her old

"Oookay?" I sarcastically remarked as I picked myself up from the nearest wall. Not really the strongest of attacks that I've tanked through, but it still hurt like getting the wind punched out of you. "Madam, what was that for?" *DRIP DRIP* "Oh! Sweetie~" The beautiful Arya, to her credit, looked absolutely sincere with the amount of remorse she was putting out. "I'm sorry~ I didn't mean to get you wet~" I found myself chuckling at the obvious innuendo. How typical of her to hide it under her seemingly innocent tune. "Oh, I don't mind, Madam," I quipped back as I wiped the excess water off of my face. "I just never expected it to be so... soon." I had vivid memories of our... promiscuous activities with one another. It was usually whenever the Madam ordered Olivia away for some errand, leaving just the two of

"How have they still not discovered the body yet?" I whispered to myself as I evaded yet another batch of surprisingly inept guards. The winding hallways of the barracks seemed to stretch on endlessly as I hefted my unconscious cargo on my back. It shouldn't be this easy to evade what was assuredly highly trained soldiers. I mean, I'm far from a trained infiltrator, with my only knowledge of stealth techniques coming from the few stealth games that I played back in the day. So as I bob and weave our way through the sun-kissed hallways of the building, I found myself wondering... "How the fuck are we not caught yet?" another whisper escaped my lips. I hid behind another large flower pot as I prepared to round the next corner. I might as well shout it for all of the world to see since these scarecrows masquerading as soldiers don't seem to even notice me and my still k

"STOP THEM!" The Decimals shouted at us just as we reached the lowermost part of the stairway we've been descending. The tin cans were still a ways away, their armor hindering them from sprinting down the flight of stairs as fast as we could. So we still had some time before they got here. For now... We have to find a way to open the large wooden doors in front of us. "'Livia, can your sword pierce through?" Her weapon was unnaturally sharp for its make. Perhaps it can cut through? Nodding, the brunette pointed her shortsword towards the door before applying a forward thrust towards the center-most portion of the doorway. The sword wedged itself in between the two wooden doors, but it seemed to have cut through the wood fairly well. "I did it, sis!" Olivia beamed at me like our liv