Melodia, Rhythmia Lapseus // Tina Young & Vati
A gaping maw of broken stone and splintered wood revealed the exit for the two. Melodia, who was the most annoyed by the situation they had found themselves in, led the charge out of their magical prison and through the increasing ruination of the tower. It was an absolute shill, the whole reason for coming to the place was pointless- and not only that but the only thing of value obtained was a black box that someone already knew about.
“Biggest waste of time, I swear, I’m never leaving home again.” She huffed and puffed as her small feet clacked over rubble without a care, quite sure footed for an old lady.
As the Lapsean noblewoman finally reached the earth below, an aggressive exhumation of air broke past her lips. Her crimson sights glanced through the wreckage carelessly until a familiar face was seen. Melodia’s expression changed to that of relief, a small smile forming and eyes developing droplets at their rims.
“Rhy- you’re okay!” Melodia’s vision looked through the others present alongside her, ignorant of their presence as her sisters safety absorbed all of her attention. Likewise, Rhythmia stared straight at her, and though the short-haired woman’s eyes were relieved to see Melodia safe, her expression was not nearly as light.
“Mel,” Rhythmia breathed as beside her their bodyguard exclaimed, “Lady Melodia!”
On Rhythmia’s other side was the Young house heir, kept close to the Lapsean’s side. Her presence was an immediate signifier of what transpired, even without the details.
Melodia quickly made her way to the small group of familiar faces and restricting her own attention to specifically Rhythmia, not acknowledging Vati in the slightest. The man didn’t even pretend to be affronted, merely glad she was alright.
“I’m glad you’re safe. Anything of note besides the uh- extra family members?” Her eyes then peeled from her sister reluctantly to the extras around her.
“A lot,” Rhythmia sighed, but rather than follow up her words she leaned forward and pulled Mel into a half-hug. She knew in her heart, as old and cold as it was, that Mel had survived the fiasco but it was still nice to have confirmation. After a few moments she let go and spoke again.
“We should… go home. Soon.”
Open-heartedly accepting the embrace, Melodia gripped her sister tightly and let out a few stressed huffs of oxygen. And as they pulled away she beamed happily at her sister, relieved that the whole endeavor had come to pass. Or at least, that’s what she had hoped.
“Agreed— this is why I never cross the border. And after this fiasco, I doubt I ever will again.” Melodia clicked her tongue and spun to look at Tina and Vati.
“Are you two ready then?”
“Hold on, shouldn’t we wait— there’s still a lot we could learn by investigating?” Tina frantically asked, still clearly shaken up by the events that just occurred.
“Lady Young, if m’lady is asking to leave the premises. It is likely because she doesn’t believe there’s anything to waste her time looking for.” Vati quickly interjected.
Melodia herself didn’t bother with responding to Tina, instead offering her an apathetic visage upon her face and shaking her head. She hummed to herself before beginning to slowly pace towards the exit of the tower and be done with it. As the vision of damage outside caught her face, she was briefly worried about what would remain— but their entourage of black cars was, miraculously, undamaged.
“See Rhy, this is why I invested so much money in this start-up engineering company. Ingenuity Vehicles, built to last forever.”Her tone was beginning to change a little, perhaps she was getting over this whole debacle.
“Ingenuity? That’s the name of the company?” Tina briefly asked as she followed the group down to the vehicles.
”Tina, get in the car.” Melodia rudely commanded the Young heir as they reached the car, opening the doors of the car before sliding inside.
Luckily, the two Lapsean nobles were small-framed girls who took up little to no space. Also luckily, some of their drivers had survived the cataclysm that happened outside the walls of Harrow’s Tower. They looked rough, but death was not something Lapsean people dwelled upon much. Though the loss of some of her most trusted did silently itch at Melodia’s psyche, and a frown would develop upon her lips as two cars would leave behind the rest of the entourage, and they quickly left town. It was a long drive home after all.
”When we get back to the city, make sure I write out some checks for the dead’s loved-ones. I’ll need to make a public statement on what happened here today as well— hopefully the familias don’t lose their shit.”