"Any sign of them?" I ask, looking up as Sister Bsess continues to make use of a defensive tower for only half of its purpose. She looks away from whatever has her sights and stares down at me, her face barely getting past the curve of her chest plate.
"Can't even," she starts to say, taking a step off.
I step back, not wanting to be hit even as a joke, "Oop."
"-Hear them." Sister Bsess finishes, the air still rattling with the sound of dropped steel. My hand comes up, wiggling its fingers at her and urging her to follow. The air rest easy, knowing there are far gentler sounds jingling about us. The heavy heave of armour, though, that's here to stay, and it knows it.
"Cetrepe's not that loud..." I mutter, rolling my eyes as we get into our continued walk.
"She really is." Sister Bsess huffs, a nearby example of Valkinvar-Imdvarce from another wing proving our point. It's amazing, really, how many lives we can all live and how similar it all seems. Though, I guess no one else here can really match up to me. I'm probably the only Valkinvar in our entire history to have done what I've done...
For as much as we are the same, we're so very, very different.
"Hopefully, Osses just can't bear her any longer on her lonesome..." Sister Bsess whistles, a very evil smirk coming into being. I nudge against her, making her teeth flash and dark mouth go agape. She retaliates, shoving me back a little herself. I narrowly avoid the edge and spin around to walk away from her, my front facing hers.
"What a shameful thing for you to say about two friends. Not just any friends, either, friends who have killed for you!" I almost howl, the irony of our lives certainly something.
Sister Bsess snorts so swinefully, "I guess everyone here in all of the Valkinvar are our friends."
"Perhaps. Perhaps. Just a bit of playful rough and tumble, ey?" I go, nodding my head towards some Valkinvar-Staguiffmani in the distance as they gossip over whatever it is. Our eyes, however, linger an awfully long time. It's hard not to these cycles, with how strange things are with them. We need open communication to win this war and they're scattering about like spies. Who would they even spy for?
The Zaphadren-Valkinvar is probably powerful enough to hear every single voice in this city. From one side of the Great Bridge and all the way to the other. Through every doorway and every window, the deepest level and highest tower. Millions upon millions of voices, so many you could fill out a whole small country with them. All in her two precious ears.
"No wonder they have a habit of whispering things, then." I mutter and mumble, barely able to make my voice loud enough to be heard without my head making silent noises itself.
"Huh?" Sister Bsess goes, and I shake my head at her, warding her attention away. Besides, gods and goddesses alike are smiling upon us. There's a very familiar magic sensation ahead. It's one of the two we're looking for!
"Well, that's them. Sneaky little things, hiding away in some tower." I say, sighing out some annoyance as an insincere ache makes its way across my feet.
"I say we interrupt whatever game it is they're playing." Sister Bsess goes, shooting straight up into the air, so eager to break sound apart. I sigh again, not in the mood to give too much of a chase. The air parts, whistling away all around me, and I keep up well enough. Arriving just in time to watch the trio go at each other in the most childish way possible.
"WING-HEAD IN SIGHT!" I snap, a drillish tone coming to me as my posture turns thick and stiff. The trio line up on instinct, leaving me with quite the smile as groans cover theirs. Cetrepe smooths her attention out and flicks her peek-a-bang aside. Her initial steps skip her over and she spins off into the air, a dancer's effort about her.
"Good, you're here too... Sister Vapooliar." she goes, her lips straightening out and taking on some very dangerous hooks. My mouth straightens out the opposite way, an eager tension building up in my muscles. I slap her head, knocking her back into a spiral of giggles.
"Lucky little thing." I snort, both severe and joking in my tone. Sister Cetrepe certainly knows she's treading the fine line, though it's easy to let her off the hook. It's such a nice smile she has. Cheeks that are full and grown and flushed with joyous blood.
"Alright, now that you two are here... Shall we?" Sister Osses goes, her arms crossing over while her curled up hair spikes glow a little brighter. I eye the peaks of Breezing Star Emerald and then go back to her eyes, barely missing the flash of the same colour go across the grey-blue of hers.
"Shall we what?" Sister Bsess asks, coming back with Sister Cetrepe caught in her grip. The latter squirming away with muted jestering as the serious of us carry on.
"Go down into the underground to find Brother Lavauroas, again." she explains, throwing her shoulders up as if it's fairly obvious. I look at Sister Bsess and she looks my way.
"Up to you, Sister Vapooliar." she says and I shrug as well.
"Might as well. We're not actually needed to patrol the walls, and I've been meaning to look into what the Valkinvar-Ammimpaurst have been up to." I answer and Sister Osses mouth opens up.
"Ah, that's right, the Ordoar Ammimpaurst has been turned into the Ordoar Cavediggers." she goes, her sardonic voice anathematic to our more energetic friend. Sister Cetrepe slips her bonds, flying ahead of us and spinning around with a five-way spread.
"Yep, yep! They're mining and quarrying away to supply us with all the redstone we need!" she chirps, folding her posture in so she can slip back into line. Our three-body wide walk becoming four.