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[Blessing of the Great - Memory 3/6]

"Shut up!"

*** had had enough of the arrogant boil, and he whirled around glaring, brandishing his keyblade at him. He had never met anyone so irritating in his entire life. But the other student was also larger, and stronger and he easily held *** at bay. They stood there uselessly in the midst of a larger battle, glaring daggers at each other.

Until a boil with dark hair approached and instead of separating them from their staredown, he pushed them even closer together.

Now kiss.

That wasn't exactly what the dark haired boil had said but it was basically what he had said. *** stood there with his mouth gaping open. W-what? His opponent didn't seem nearly so frazzled, easily deflecting the other student's suggestion and pushing *** away.

"Oh! You tried that first, huh? Nevermind, then," said the dark haired boil, and finally *** found his voice.

“We didn’t! And we won’t! It’s a bad idea!”

But it turned out they did. Twice. Thackery cheered them on.

[Blessing of the Strong - Memory 4/6]

“He holds me in his arms and I never thought I’d want to be held in someone’s arms before but it’s just really nice and feels like home! And, and he smells um, cold! Like a winter morning, all fresh and crisp and wonderful. Oh, I could never pick a best thing, I don’t think, Calder. I like everything about him! And no flying… I haven’t even seen his natural form yet but he’s a dragon so he’s gotta have one, just like us, right? I bet it’s so cool…”

*** swung his legs happily over the side of the dock, beaming happily at Calder. He would never have thought himself to be one to have friends, let alone a boilfriend, but here he was, gushing like a love-struck schoolgirl about Gabriel. A good friend, Calder listened attentively, asking all the right questions and knowing just what to say. When *** finally ran out of things to say, he leaned back onto his hands, his face flushed and his eyes starry.

Finally he felt like he was starting to fit in, like he belonged. It was good to love and be loved.

It had been painful but once she had started she couldn't make herself stop. Her fingers had began to tear at her own heart as if by their own choice. There was possibly a little regret, especially now as she could feel herself fading but what could she really do? She had made her choice and now she was going to have to live with it or rather die because of it.

Slowly bit by bit she was pulling her heart free, struggling with the process, and it was breaking apart pieces of herself in the process. Memories she had regained of her brother, of some of her experiences, of her emotions. She could feel fear bubbling up but it was still not enough to keep her from finally pulling her heart free.

It was warm in her hands, pulsing with color and slowly she stepped toward creation and offered it. That was the only thing she had left to do. Once her heart was gone she knew that was the end for her. It was painful to not have a heart, cold and lonely. She could feel her memories slipping away with its absence and with them her consciousness. Her brother's face, the black figure that had been chasing her, the tea, and the intense fear. Each one came and faded but there were pieces she felt she shouldn't be remembering. Things that even surprised her and she could see figures far off though they were growing blurry.

They were calling out to her but they weren't using this false name she had now. Calling out again as they got closer Tsumi realized they were shaking her, speaking but she couldn't make sense of the words. She wanted to reassure them, tell them it was okay, it had been her choice but as she opened her mouth to speak her body grew too weak to produce a sound. She grew still as their voices and her true name grew distant and there was nothing left but darkness to greet her.

[ Main Blessing: 3/5 ]

**** snipped carefully. The movement was strange. Cloth had always been so controlled, so thick, so thin. She knew the give and take of cotton, the pull of silk, the temper of wool.

Hair was different. It was thin, unruly. It was attached to a head, one that moved, swayed. It didn't help that she'd cut it so thinly with a knife beforehand.

"It is really so sad ... your hair, Lifen," she said to the woman in the chair. "You are s-still beautiful, of course! But ... I loved your long hair."

"All things change, ****," she said mysteriously.

**** didn't understand. "I w-will do my best."

"I know you will, little one." There was a bemused smile on the figure's face. **** gulped. She had to do her best, especially for Lifen!

((Blessing 1/5))

***** found herself looking in the mirror trying to adjust this dress that had been made for her as well as trying to keep her mask in place. She couldn't believe she had been talked into wearing such a small half mask, her other one was much better. It covered her whole face. But she supposed for tonight it would be alright. At least she hoped it would. She was a little nervous actually but everyone here had been nice so far.

Starting to fidget ***** made a few last minute adjustments to her hair and stood back. Hopefully she looked alright, she really didn't want to be an embarrassment, though she hadn't learned much about-

There was a knock at the door and suddenly her heart was racing. Would this be okay? Could she make this work?

"C..coming!" ***** called nervously as she slipped on some simple black flats and went to the door.

She hesitated for a moment before she reached for the handle and pulled the door open peeking out to see Shun waiting for her. "S...sorry to keep you waiting."

[ Main Blessing: 5/5 ]

It was cold. Snow fell from the sky as **** looked into the clearing. She could hear the laughter of children. She was with two other people- Her brother, Jing and her friend, Lan. Her brother was beside her, Lan striking early.

Hunters attacked. Her vision erupted in a panicked fight.

Yet she wasn't afraid. **** felt triumphant. She had already succeeded in planting her virus- others didn't matter. Even if she fell, hundreds of humans had already succumbed.

"You are too late," she declared, unruly feeling in her stomach. "It is done."

[ Defensive Incident ]

Igny stood in front of her brother. There was a force pulling her inwards, but she would not succumb. Her brother had fallen, but she would protect his body. No more attacking, more killing.

Protection.

She screamed as the crowns fell upon other heads. It didn't matter, her voice was lost in the tundra, in the crunch of footsteps upon the snow. None of it matter. Jing was the only one who mattered.