And here she was again at the top of the descent. the fog swirled around her as she moved down, clutching at her pendant protectively. Would those feelings come back to her? She wanted that rush of victory coursing through her again, and yet the more she went down the path, the heavier she felt.
Screams. Screams kept echoing in her ears.
Omega winced as she moved onward, her shadowy hand clutching at the pendant so hard that she was sure it'd turn white.
She was here, she was here . . . The words echoed with a strange ring to them. She held onto them as she moved along, hoping she could bear the burden long enough to see this through.
[ the sorrowful ]
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Character name: Omega Character appearance: Shortish waif of a gray girl with a yellow core and a blue pendant Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 40/40 Current weapon equipped Simple Protection (2d8-6)
She was done, and it was over, for now. All she had to do was descend in to the fog curling around her legs, trying to drag her away from where she was going. But she wouldn't turn back now. She was going to finish this.
The same platform, but a different opponent. This one had a very neutral expression, the only emotion radiating from its cold eyes: hatred.
She felt a pang in her heart as she brandished her swords and moved forward to strike.
Boss HP: 15 Omega HP: 37
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Character name: Omega Character appearance: Shortish waif of a gray girl with a yellow core and a blue pendant Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 40/40 Current weapon equipped Simple Protection (2d8-6)
Her opponent's larger weapon blocked her strikes and sent her packing. Every little thing felt heavier and harder to do for her as she struggled to find an opening.
Boss HP: 15 Omega HP: 34
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Character name: Omega Character appearance: Shortish waif of a gray girl with a yellow core and a blue pendant Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 40/40 Current weapon equipped Simple Protection (2d8-6)
She kept trying to tell herself that this was the way, that she could do this is she kept herself afloat. That sorrow wasn't hers . . .
Boss HP: 14 Omega HP: 31
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Character name: Omega Character appearance: Shortish waif of a gray girl with a yellow core and a blue pendant Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 40/40 Current weapon equipped Simple Protection (2d8-6)
And yet it lung to her like a shadow. Heh. A shadow's shadow.
I'm better than this. She was, she just had to remind herself.
Boss HP: 14 Omega HP: 28
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Character name: Omega Character appearance: Shortish waif of a gray girl with a yellow core and a blue pendant Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 40/40 Current weapon equipped Simple Protection (2d8-6)
At another opening she pierced through its defenses, wondering why it was these opponents were so silent. What froze the, who were they, what were they doing here? There was a lot in this world she didn't understand . . .
Boss HP: 12 Omega HP: 25
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Character name: Omega Character appearance: Shortish waif of a gray girl with a yellow core and a blue pendant Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 40/40 Current weapon equipped Simple Protection (2d8-6)
Better than this, she was better! This sorrow was not hers, it didn't have to be. It was just a memory, just something she could shrug off because she was going to be better, more, powerful. And this thing wouldn't stand in the way.
Omega cried out and struck at it with rising anger.
Boss HP: 5 Omega HP: 22
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Character name: Omega Character appearance: Shortish waif of a gray girl with a yellow core and a blue pendant Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 40/40 Current weapon equipped Simple Protection (2d8-6)
Her opponent was relentless, but so was she. Her cries continued long after the opponent had faded into nothing but wisps, breathing heavily and a little drained.
Done.
No sorrow on her part, thank you. She shook her head of those lingering feelings and moved forward.
Boss HP: -1 Omega HP: 19
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Character name: Omega Character appearance: Shortish waif of a gray girl with a yellow core and a blue pendant Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 40/40 Current weapon equipped Simple Protection (2d8-6)
The platform's audience faded along with it, making her wonder if there had really been a gathering just to watch them fight. Hmm . . .
Hopping from platform to platform was a little harrowing, but she was starting to get it after a while. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad--
An then something cold grasped her leg.
A small yelp left her as she teetered over the edge and fell, and the platform crumbled beneath her. The swoop in her stomach was awful, and the sound was ripped from her throat as she plummeted, fearing the end--
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Character name: Omega Character appearance: Shortish waif of a gray girl with a yellow core and a blue pendant Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 40/40 Current weapon equipped Simple Protection (2d8-6)
41-60: Suddenly, a hand covers your mouth, making it hard to breathe if you're the sort who breathes. If not, it's just kind of freaky. It takes a moment to tear free and it leaves you feeling paranoid and twitchy. Roll again.
They were trying so hard to pull her down, her resolute eyes staring forward, constantly moving. It took her a moment to realize the hand that found it's way around her mouth, making her pull back only for a moment, to struggle from it, her breath becoming shallow in the fight, trying to grasp air from where ever she could find it.
I can't stop.
Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 8:13 pm
--and yet before the end, she felt herself slow down. She was practically floating by the time her feet actually touched the ground. It was odd and alternating, black and white and dizzying if she looked too long. More importantly, there were lights here.
Three little orbs like bright fragments in their own right lied in wait. She approached with her hand up to shield her face. Did it matter which one she took? Was it okay . . .?
Her hands clutched a little symbol, and as the light swallowed her, she clutched it to her chest next to the pendant. There was sadness no longer.
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Character name: Omega Character appearance: Shortish waif of a gray girl with a yellow core and a blue pendant Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 40/40 Current weapon equipped Simple Protection (2d8-6)
61-80: You feel the distinct sense that someone is watching you. A lot. It gets more and more intense until you feel like screaming. Maybe you do scream... and the fog just eats the sound. Roll again. Or just collapse into a pile of sobbing. That'd work too. For the fog.
It came in a whisked movement, the sound almost piercing her psyche. The feeling that no matter where she'd go, she'd feel that judgement was hanging over her.
After a moment, she realized her voice was the sound piercing the air.
41-60: Suddenly, a hand covers your mouth, making it hard to breathe if you're the sort who breathes. If not, it's just kind of freaky. It takes a moment to tear free and it leaves you feeling paranoid and twitchy. Roll again.
"Don't make me maul this hand right off your wrist" travelled in to her psyche when she felt it crawl around her face. It wasn't terror anymore, just a major annoyance.
