((Having no idea what’s been going on in the RP since my unfortunate leave of absence, I am gonna go off of what I know, consider this shortly after Muriru left))

In the center of Xarcabard, just three clicks east from the Vahzl Crystal, a tarutaru many know as Muriru Tululu trudged through deep snow, following another Tarutaru wearing a black robe, hood and cape. Muriru was tucked underneath layers of cloth to protect her from the searing blade-like cold winds as she followed with purpose. It would only be a few moments later did the duo stop, the black-caped Taru, who had met with Siren’s Sword at least twice before, turned to face the would-be Samurai.

“Why did you bring me outaru here?” Muriru questioned loudly, over the roaring winds.

“You do realize just how pathetic you are, right?” The Caper replied.

“Notaru the best way to start a friendship, but I’ll swing with it…” Muriru sarcastically replied.

“Trust me, Lady Muriru, in your current state, and from the last I saw of you little friends, if you were ever to face Veviriri now, she would trounce you, squish you, manipulate you, humiliate you then crush you in a single fell swipe.” Caper continued.

“I hardly see that as a possibility.” Muriru shrugged. “We defeated a god, what chance does my grandmother possibly have?”

“You defeated a god when you and your friends were at your peeks, since then, things have gone downhill, a short while after returning home, you got kidnapped, had your magic stolen and were left for dead. If not for my intervention, you’d have been a Popsicle not all that far away from here.” Caper laughed. “Not your finest moment. Let’s not even start with what’s wrong with your friends.”

“Don’t insult my fri-…” Muri began.

“Two of them were so love-sick it was pathetic to watch, one of them gave up ties with the most powerful summon I think he would ever know AND ended up going partially crazy due to the former event, one couldn't shoot straight if her life depended on it and then there’s the whole being tricked to sign up as merc’s joke. That’s my favorite. You defeat a god, but a mithra with a mace bends you all over and makes you her bitches.” Caper smirked down at Muriru, who was only growing more frustrated.

“…Alright, so we let ourselves relax a little after SAVING THE WORLD. So sue us.” Muriru responded.

“And yet you are providing no decent counter as to why you, and your friends, would be able to stop another apocalyptic event, if one were to accrue.” Caper said. Silence followed. “I thought so.”

“So what am I supposed to do?!” Muriru asked.

“Get better. You travel, you train you get better. I mean, seriously, you couldn’t beat ROCKS in Aht Urghan, let alone anything… you know… alive.”

Muriru blushed furiously, knowing that was true.

“I shall keep an eye on you, and your friends. Don’t return to them, or I will go through with my… little promise. Think of it as motivation. I’ll keep a nice close eye on your friends as well, so don’t worry about them either.” And the Caper used a warp spell on herself, vanishing from sight.

Muriru waited for a moment, letting out a large sigh and trudged on.