Iris snorted. "Dead people can't decide what happens to their bodies," She stated simply, holstering her revolver. She entered a few keys on her left forearm, and her armor was seemingly warped away into itself, leaving Iris in plain, black clothing; a jacket and sweatpants. She walked up to her sister, resting her warmer left hand on Elizabeth's cold cheek. As cold as ice. Her thumb trailed across Elizabeth's cheekbone, while her olive colored eyes scrutinized her sister. She eventually turning away, her hand leaving Liz while her gaze refocused on Gideon's lifeless body. "Can it... move?" Iris asked, crouching down and examining the frozen body.

[i]Elizabeth originally looked as if she would say something to contradict Iris suddenly, although her words did not leave her mouth as her sister pressed her hand against the chilly skin. From there, the young woman went quiet, looking back at Iris before sighing as she looked away, questioning the corpse.[/i] [i]In response, the lifeless elf flickered with motion, it's frozen eyes looking up at Iris before it forced itself up, utilizing it's now frosted staff as a walking stick, which even that froze: a spearhead protruded from both ends, allowing for additional usage of blade, each made of ice.[/i] "You didn't bring a.. jacket?" [i]Elizabeth questioned to Iris, as the elven man rose. From there, she began to concentrate, until the dropped temperature began to.. loosen up, a slight heat returning to the plains. It was still cold, not to Liz of course, but it would warm up.[/i] "...We should head back. To.. that place Mom and Dad found. Dojoville, I think it's called."

As the frozen being rose up into a standing position, Iris took a step back out of caution, her right hand resting on her revolver's holster just in case she were to be attacked. Needless to say, she felt a little insecure around the undead elf. "I'm wearing a jacket right now. Did your eyes freeze, along with your new toy?" Iris remarked sarcastically. Indeed, she's been wearing a black jacket, the one she always wore. At the mention of Dojoville, Iris sighed, looking in that general direction. "Yeah, I suppose we need to head back," She responded in agreement.

[i]Elizabeth would find herself remaining silent, instead of responding to the remark and the agreement. A subtle discomfort, though not necessarily a frown, would cross her face, before she shook her head and began to move to the east. The undead elf would turn it's frozen skull and look back at Iris, almost giving her a haunting grin before following it's.. master.[/i] [i]Quick timeskip..[/i] [i]The two would find themselves upon a wooden rowboat, completed with additional covers for nighttime rest, a few packs of food and soda, alongside the few objects that Liz had bothered to bring to tinker with, and some books for when the two had stopped. Elizabeth had still refused to tell Iris why they had killed the mage.. probably for a bounty, yet they hadn't been paid.[/i] [i]Speaking of Gideon's undead corpse.. it was rowing the boat for them, with an astonishing strength, least for a dead man. Elizabeth had studied him for quite a while, looking up from a dagger that she cradled in her hands. One that she had taken to carving out, from the elf's staff: now, a sharpened javelin of titanium was what he wielded, whilst she held a curved knife of titanium, bladed with the corrupted red energy that coursed through the edges of it's blade.[/i] "...Here," [i]She twirled the knife with an unknown dexterity, so the blade was held in her stretched hand, the handle pointed towards Iris. Upon it's blade were.. symbols, ones of magical origin that Elizabeth had likely memorized. Runes.[/i] "The red portion.. it's dark. On it's own, it slowly devours whatever it pierces or slices. The runes add a few additional features.. it's near unbreakable against things like heat, and magic-related objects. And.. well, fittingly enough, it should sever magical bonds almost instantaneously. Not eliminate, but.. magic armoring should be rendered useless against it." [i]There was an attempt at a smile upon Elizabeth's pale face, though it was more than obvious that the frosty nerd was in incredibly deep thought.[/i]

Iris slowly took the knife from her sister's hand, twirling it around in her right hand with at least equal dexterity. The examined it, then looked up at Elizabeth. "...you're practically asking for me to stab you," Iris replied, placing her right hand on her left forearm's sleeve. Once again, the knife was warped away into a storage area that could not be seen by either of the two. "Thanks, though," Iris added quickly, sitting back and watching Gideon row away. She gazed quietly over the horizon, not yet questioning the murder of the elf. If her sister wanted to tell her why, then Iris knew that she'd speak up. No point in asking about something she wouldn't get the answer to.