#ask-grimora

Slowly, a figure who'd just moments ago thought themself dead crawls out from the dirt of the graveyard.

After a moment of rest, she pushes herself to her feet, brushing the dirt off of herself and smiling just slightly as it fades away completely. There were a few benefits to being fake and this was one.

Perhaps Leshy should've turned her into a cockroach, she ponders mirthfully with a hint of bitterness.

A simple option shows up before her, two buttons to answer from right ahead of her hands.

Typical.

Well, there would be no point standing here all day. Resigning herself, she accepts her choice and watches as the box disappears and a simple letter symbol shows in the corner of her vision.

-Leaf, a previous Challenger

Her eyes widen for a moment, surprised.

"Leaf? Ah, how long it's been..."

She grins, fangs gleaming in the light as a fond and nostalgic expression takes over her face. Cheerful, she nods and extends a hand to accept the cup.

"But of course I'll be most glad to accept, thank you. Just the smell of it makes me feel better already. Come, let us find someplace more comfortable. I'm not sure what you're doing here again, but we have lots to catch up on, now don't we? We can chat over the tea, dear. Or perhaps even play a game again, if you'd be so kind as to indulge me?"

"Though, I will say now of course that I have yet to hear or see any sign of the others, unfortunately. The horizon's a little blurry and my bridge to the mainland is in a minor state of disrepair. There's not much I can do about that, though, so let's carry on then, now shall we?"

She gave a somewhat forced smile at the mention of her failure.

The bridge seemed to have broken in the deletion, disconnecting her island from the rest. She wasn't able to see if the other scrybes' domains, the horizon fuzzing and blurring when she looked over to the water's edge, but if they were lucky then perhaps they had obtained their final slumber even if she did not.

She could hope so, at least, for their sake.

"As for how I am, though... I'm..."

She considers. There is a bone-weary ache across her body, dragging her down, accompanied by a tingling buzz that she often associated with the game being reset. Not exactly the most pleasant, but...

"I'll be alright." This she knew for sure. "Perhaps I'm not at my best today, but it matters not." She doubted she'd be getting into any fights right now. "I'm not quite so brittle as you may think."

She was a more passive contestant than the other scrybes, but that didn't make her harmless.