Safe. Warm. Yet cold. A strange sound echoing in her ears and a haze that followed until she found herself awake.
Viola'i was very much ready to attempt to flip over the pianoforte. She smashed down a few keys and some how managed to get a tune from it that was accepted by the device.
At least she had a distraction as she felt the sudden warmth peel away. As much as the hug was nice (and from Andrew! She got to touch him!), the lose of heat was very much welcoming.
She was alone surrounded by others, their faces blank. No features, nothing. Couldn't remember them. She was alone and falling.
"I'll try to run next time," a promise she wasn't sure she could keep. There was something about a fight... and throwing herself at it.
Viola'i had to pull back a little to finally see. And then tilted her head, confused. Because she was seeing herself, so much blue but so very pale looking forlorn and out a window with dull eyes.
Pain actually began to register, the cuts began to burn and the bruises began to ache. She could feel her fear shield waning, but she needed to protect the others. It had been what she wanted to do, she didn't feel pain normally so she could easily throw herself into the fray.
Stepping towards the Ruins was overwhelming at first, filling her with so many questions as she navigated herself about the heaps of cars and debris that littered the pathways.
Viola'i stared happily at the new gloves she had created, with them she would be able to punch things perhaps a little bit better.
The first punch she threw made her feel all the more stronger.
Viola'i opened her eyes, unaware she had closed them or that they were there but they were. Solid. More solid, that's how she felt. More defined, complete.
She didn't scream. Maybe too bothered by this whole thing. She had come so far after all. This really sucked. She wanted to reach out as he pulled out her pulsing glowing heart, wanted to snatch it back. It was hers....
With a skip and a bounce, Olivia joined the battle and punched the creature.
She was denied the white door just like so many of the others, she had wanted to see what was behind it. But they wouldn't allow her. She could hear fighting, battles between so many of her now comrades. It made her feel sad that she was being left out of the fray.
Viola'i reached for the first cup she saw and nearly choked with the emotion that overcame her. Her eyes flashed and grew wide.
She moved quickly, the memory still clung to her. So heartbreaking, maybe the smile of the Goddess would make her happy again. Maybe she would have another cookie for her.
Viola'i grinned, continuing this dance, slashing and swiping as he tried to parry and dodge and offer his own offensive moves against her lethal form. She was a master, even after she had lost it only to regain it again, while he was a bumbling fool, too unused to his oversized weapon.
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