Acension city

[Aconitum]

She scoffed. "Alright."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray sighed. "This will take years to finish."


((Uhh...I don't want to ask for one, but can I get a time skip? Like, the idea behind the tattered spire is that it takes upwards of ten years to complete...))

[Aconitum]

((We'll time skip I'm wonderland, cause reasons. Everything else can stay that same. Like the abyss!))

[Rayleonarde]

((I guess that makes sense. So...fire up the Flux Capacitor?))

[Aconitum]

((Do et!))

[Rayleonarde]

((Done!))


Ten years passed in Wonderland, or about ten minutes in the real world. Ray stood in the center of the now fully restored Tattered Spire. A soft pulsing could be felt from the center, and white light bled through a thin crack in two giant, black stone doors. Ray smiled at the inviting glow, and rubbed his now withered paws together.

[Aconitum]

The girl,  now fifteen, watched Ray with a raised brow. "Huh. Just like in your stories." The girl was slowly revealing herself to look more and more like Acon.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray nodded, and coughed. "Yes, no story is without foundation."

[Aconitum]

The girl ran up and jumped on Ray's back. "What are ya gonna do now, old timer?"

[Rayleonarde]

Ray smiled. "Make my wish." He started up the stairs, and stopped half way, trying to catch his breath.

[Aconitum]

The girl sighed. "Are you sure? I mean, you had three kids... a family, what's gonna happen to them?"

[Rayleonarde]

Ray shrugged. "I don't know, something better than what they had before. Or they won't exist." He stood for a few seconds, before he started up the stairs again.

[Aconitum]

She shrugged. "You just don't care anymore, do ya?" She sighed. "Did... you ever really care?"

[Cifero Windtail]

(Heh ok goodnight)
'Well that's ok, besides you do look twenty..." *he then nods* 'yes, there is a fridge anyways...' *he studies the kitchen and looks into the mirror at his sabor teeth and canine snout and thought* ~whoa I haven't seen myself in a while~
*red huffed* "you know I don't like things like this..." *he walked around looking at things*

Zanthe looked around the kitchen as Devin studied himself, keeping an eye on him in case he suddenly needed help. "Those soldiers weren't the neatest of people..."

[Farewell]

*he snapped out of it and let's go of his saber teeth facing her and nods* 'yea at the base I was the
Neatest... They usually made me clean, rude bastards... Excuse my language' *he smiled and picked up some trash throwing it away*