Those left at home (closed)

Sera stared up at the night sky. Normally, on a night as warm as this, she would be enraptured by the beauty of the stars, and enjoying the fresh air. But tonight, she felt strangely cold, and the stars seemed dull and lifeless. It wasn't due to anything in the game world itself, she knew. No, it was the ache in her chest that was causing all of this pain. She breathed a heavy sigh and pulled open her menu. Early that day, she had tried to send Lucia a message, to be sure the woman was safe. But the system had told her there was an error, and her message could not be delivered due to the existance of a "closed instance", whatever that meant. She hadn't had a good day since that moment, and while she had tried to remain calm, everything had taken on a less-then-pleasant hue. She hit the button to send Lucia a message once more.

Sera

I really hope you're safe. I miss you.

She hit the send button, dreading the notification error to appear once again. However, this time, the message seemed to have sent perfectly fine. She sat up with a start and quickly hit the button to send a follow up.

Sera

OmG! I didn't think that would actually send, I had been trying to reach you all day! How is the raid going? Is everything okay? Are you doing fine? Did you get hurt? Are you still on? Do you have time to talk? Has it been dangerous? Have you done anything exciting? Will you be coming home soon?

Sera quickly hit the send button and stared at her inbox, her heart beating rapidly. Was the message only able to send because Lucia was no longer in the closed instance? If so, did that mean that she had gotten through it, or had she been hurt or killed and respawned? No, she knew the woman wouldn't have allowed herself to die so easily, and so she allowed herself to relax a bit. Still, she stared at her inbox expectantly, waiting desperately for an answer.

@Lucia Mierz
(I just used the template from here for the messaging thing: http://spherical.link/terrarp/threads/template-zero-channel.60/ )

 

Lucia had been spending time recovering, relaxing, dwelling on her horrific luck. As unfortunate as it was, she couldn't change the luck she carried around even in a game. While she was dwelling on it, thinking about how unfortunate she was, she could only hang her head to one side noticing Sera's desperate attempt at messaging her. Seeing what she asked, she could only chuckle to herself while relaxing.

Lucia

I'm fine. I only have a little, we'll be moving on soon. Just be good and wait for me, I'll come get you soon. Keep practicing.

Lucia's reply was simple, short, but didn't hide her vague disappointment in how things had gone so far. This raid bothered her, but she couldn't simply walk out now. She could only sigh heavily looking up at the sky with some irritation in her brow. Her luck wouldn't change, that much she figured, but she would force change with power someday. Reaffirming her cruel and vicious thoughts, her icy demeanor seeped through the cracks of her facade as she stared at the sky, her darker feelings roiling around as time passed.

 

Sera frowned a bit, reading the rather short message. Was Lucia upset over something? Did that mean the raid wasn't going very well? She mused for a moment, before hitting the button to reply.

Sera

I have a present for you. For when you get back from the raid. I made them myself. I have been practicing, though. Both my magic and my weaponsmithing. I've figured out a reliable way to be useful in a fight, now!

Sera hit send and closed her eyes. Lucia said she was fine. That meant Sera didn't have to worry, she hoped. She at least wasn't dying somewhere, at least. Sera breathed a heavy sigh. It was gonna be a long night. She wouldn't be able to stop herself from worrying.