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>Pretend to be a toy and go with them
<span class="mu-s">P</span>ortals, portals… The Order of the End’s headquarters, if it’s linked to Buenos Aires through portals, could /not/ even be in the place in the first place. The Obelisk could be being used as an outpost of sorts, there were no portals there because Erika distinctly remembers feeling the magic of many in there. So; could it be? Could the base of the Order of the End be centralized? Shared between its many factions, through portals scattered all over the globe? That would make being here a dream come true for an invader, for someone with a bomb. The copper-like walls and ceilings, like that of a monastery, don’t help her imagine what could be right outside- this very place could very well be floating in the middle of nowhere. It could very well be that Erika just got in the very only way that anyone else could.
Regardless, Erika doesn’t know what the Order does with stray Toys
and, already in a body made of wood, with a brain carved with a chisel, she doesn’t feel like risking finding out. The nigh-endearing voices of the Knights distract her.
◙ Crow Knight: Portal Keeper, why wear your armor?
◙ Portal Keeper: I, too, will be a lion for a day.
◙ Crow Knight: Your role is to send us.
◙ Portal Keeper: My role is to live for today.
The Crow Knights just face each other for a bit, then leave it at that. If they do succeed, Erika thinks, there won’t be much of that life to live anyway. Not that they care. The drawings on the wall had already caught her attention, shiny and chrome, depicting many little stories through animal silhouettes carved on its surface. Crows ganging up on an elephant, a wounded lion invading a nest of hyenas, a little bird chirp whose sound, conveyed through musical notes, becomes a stampede of mixed species… The level of care and refinement, the aesthetic beauty injected into every corner, is what brings Erika back to a subject whose morbid curiosity had always lured her back into: Religion. She doesn’t know why at the start, as the Crow Knights keep on chatting, but before her wooden brain spits a spark she remembers the Inquisition.
Despite their voice, these medieval roleplayers should be taken seriously.
◙ Crow Knight: Ah, right on time. Not a second wasted on the day of the Lion.
