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[ Proud Incident ]

**** and Lifen stood in front of their amazing creation. It was an enormous bird, resplendent with glorified feathers and colored clay talons. The entire thing was made of sand, but Lifen had used her potter abilities to make something glorious.

"Y-Your creation is glorious, Miss Lifen!" she declared.

"Our creation."

**** shook her head. "Oh n-no! It was all your doing! I only gathered water and more sand ... y-you did all the work!"

She smiled, wrapping a single arm around the tiny girl. "But without your water and sand, it would not have been possible. It was your effort too."

The tinier one stared in revelation at this idea. "I s-see! Thank you ... for your hardwork and f-for being my partner."

((Blessing 3/5))

***** had entered the gym, her nerves a little frazzled with a small pool of quilt settling there. She had been brought her to spar but she didn't really know if it was a good idea but Hel had insisted. It was hard to turn the winged reaper down, especially when she knew Hel would come hunting her down even if she refused. And so here she was, nervous but as prepared as she was going to be. Hel, of course, was there with a smile and looking as confident as ever. Mitsu wished she could be more like her. If only...

"Are you ready?" The Valkyrie asked?

"I...I supposed." She wasn't really but she was going to have to be.

[Blessing of the Gifted - Memory 5/6]

*** was running in his pajamas, away from the party, away from his feelings, and away from Gabriel. He had slipped out from Thackery’s party quietly, unnoticed.

He hadn’t wanted to go to the party at all, but Sibyl had asked him and so he went. But he was jealous of Sibyl. He was jealous of the way Gabriel’s face lit up when he saw her, and he was jealous of the way she snuggled against him. *** hit himself then, stupid, stupid, stupid. They had been at a cuddle party, what did he think everyone was going to do? It didn’t mean anything more than that Gabby and Sibyl were best friends, and they loved each other as such but still the familiar pang of jealousy stung his chest, it made him feel anxious and made it hard to breathe.

Gabby caught up with him, and they argued, Gabby wanting to know why *** was acting this way, *** unable to do anything but selfishly make the situation worse, wrapped up in his own little miserable world.

But then those three little words slipped out between his pathetic sniffling, three words that put everything on hold because nothing mattered but this exact moment and the two of them in it.

“I just... I-I… I love you so much… ”

He was sorry he was such a mess. But Gabriel held him anyway, his arms wrapped tightly around him.

"I love you." He had said. "You, ***. Remember that."

[ Destructive Incident ]

Chaos reined around her. The place called Disneyland was now at Medea's mercy.

**** remembered a horrible feeling in her chest. This was wrong. She felt this was wrong. Yet she participated nonetheless. It was what was right.

Yet ... it felt wrong.

"Uncle... what's this?"
He turned, eyes widening as he saw the book.
"Oh, Jack! I didn't mean to... I wasn't supposed to..." He sighed, dragging a palm down his face.
"I accidentally ended up taking it from the human world. I wasn't supposed to, but it looked interesting and I just wanted to have a look. I guess I panicked when I heard the adult humans waking up and grabbed it by mistake, but-"

--- barely heard his voice as she was already mesmerized by the book, the beautiful pictures. Her hand brushed against one of the images, as if the simple touch would bring it to life. She had made her choice.

Memory 1/2

All the fretting and worrying and overall fear over taking her own heart out proved to be completely ridiculous for the actual act of removing the heart was a simple matter. It beat against Annabell's palm, but it did little else to fight her grip. That was a comfort, not quite as large a one as Ortam had been, for he had been precisely what she needed in the end, had said the right words to make her believe in herself again. Sad, really, that just a few tasks and she had lost sight of her own optimism and hope, but Annabell was back to rights now, and now she was giving it all up.
But for a good cause. As she had told the Goddess earlier who had deemed her Prey, she was a good sacrifice. She fought hard and she did her best to be kind and helpful, she did not give up easy. And that felt good enough.

With a sigh the girl let go, having realized this was not the kind of fight to hold out for. For once it was alright to just give in, to hand herself over to creation and be reworked into something new. Annabell felt one last smile slid onto her face as everything faded away, the small light that burned in her chest beginning to flicker.
There was still hope, even if she faded into nothingness. That, above all else, would stay.

He stabs the little scruffy hunter in the back while he tictictics away at his machine. It does not matter that there are a handful of his lackeys trying to protect him, that they think their glowing little weapons could stop an executioner when he is on the warpath. The hunter dies in seconds.

*** revels in their despair and fury. He welcomes their retaliation, for a war is nothing without a struggle. And he has already won this battle.

Chaos begins to engulf the field as spines kill several more and the scythe shadow takes them all, but he does not care. He is living in the moment, bloodthirsty and howling and feral grins in the unforgiving land of sand and sun.

[ main blessing 2/4 ]

Tearing into his Heart was more painful than he had anticipated, but there was nothing else he could do. He had to give up his Heart. This was the last task, and he would obey. Linswo winced when he watched his memories fill up with cracks before falling apart into pieces that melted into the oblivion. His memories were unraveling piece by piece and he wanted to shout. He had gotten them back just now, so why did they have to go so quickly? His Heart was gone now. That was right. Now he was empty. He didn’t know what to feel when he offered his core up to Creation. There was no Heart to feel with, not anymore.

Did he regret? Perhaps there was a tiny part of him screaming for him to stop while he still could, but it was wrong. There was nothing left, but to watch the remains of his memories fade away from him. He watched the figures walk around in his memories. Sometimes he could see them move their lips to form his name. His real name, but he could never quite hear it. He tried to strain his ears, but all he could hear was silence. His name, what was his name—

He still tried to listen for his name as he faded away.