I decided to take the fun way to Anibeli. Aka, I decided to hop through dimensions. I isolated myself, and left reality as most mortals knew it. And lo, I arived.

  Today, the 'sky' was purple, and the 'ground' onyx black. I decided I preferred green, and fell to the right.

  Hmmm, left, left... ah, just missed. Hahaha! Ahhh. I love this place...

  But enough messing about. I shake my head, and twist up and begin to walk on nothing. If only I wasn't so alone in this...

  I arrived shortly, and looked out through an opening. Her office was dark and empty. Perfect. I emerged dramatically, clawing my way out like some daemon from hell.

  Ahem. Now, where to hide....ah, here. I moved to my new position above the door, and waited, watching for my moment...

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  An hour later, Anibeli walked in to the room, but stopped just inside the door. Now...

  I slowly, silently reach down from my vantage. She was looking around, hand on her pistol. I grabbed her shoulder with a burst of speed, and she screeched, pulling her pistol. I jumped off my vantage as she shot where I had been with a las bolt.

  "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA."

  "I- WHO- WHA- NEZEKIRI YOU METAL BITCH IM GOING TO FUCKING BREAK YOUR LEGS!" She yelled in a rather large amount of fury. Not that I could tell, I was still laughing like a maniac.

  "YOUR FACE, ANIBELI! OH, WILL I TREASURE THIS MOMENT FOR MILLENIA! HAHAHA!" I said as I dodged her lunging at me.

  "SIT STILL YOU BASTARD!"

  This went on for a while. Me, goading and laughing, while Anibeli cursed and shouted. Voidsmen had checked, and upon seeing the situation, decided discretion was the better part of valor.

  We eventually calmed down, and I spoke. "Ah, but I needed that. Now, tell me, how are you doing? This is your first void battle yes? Was it stressful? Exhilarating? Tell me everything."

  She paused, then spoke up. "It was... one of the, if not the most stressful things that I had ever done. One wrong move, one poor order..."

  As I listened, I spoke of my experience in battle, trying to give some comfort where I could. I told her of my hunts against warlocks and lords, and sniping in battle. It seemed to help.

  I sighed internally. How was I the mother figure in this relationship? Heh. At least it helped...