Not the best Nostalgia [Sci] Apr 21, 2018 3:05:52 GMT
Post by D-Reaper Scout on Apr 21, 2018 3:05:52 GMT
Even if it didn't make sense to the angel, what choice did K have? She was stuck between the law of the demons and the law of the angels - if she sold Wing out, her life would be forfeit to one end of the war, and if she protected them, her fate was sealed right there. By this point, she had at least bought enough time for Wing and the rest to scurry out of the back - even if they searched the place and found she was lying, it wouldn't be possible for them to catch up to the vampire.
This left K, and K alone, to bare the brunt of the angel's cruelty - and at her answer, the MagnaAngemon gave a sigh, shaking his head, merely nodding to the Wisemon.
"A dedicated innkeeper to the end? How romantic a thought - ah, but if that's the case..."
Yup - there wouldn't be even a pause for that. The tome, drawn once more, was placed right on K's desk - and should the Renamon try and move away, the MagnaAngemon would try and drag her right back. By will or force, should K look upon those blank pages, the same torrent of wind would draw her right in, towards those pages. Despite all logic, she'd fall right in, seamlessly as if slipping into a pool...
... And if she'd find herself inside, she'd hear the scratching of a thousand pens into parchment riddled into her ears, to the point it felt like static. Her eyesight would show herself lost in a void, an endless stream of words and phrases, with or without meaning, streaming around and past her. Silver would be nowhere in sight - why would he?
That was a different page, after all.