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Again, why someone else was out here was beyond Maiden's logic, but they were here and thankfully, friendly. "Just looking for gems, I figured they were tiny and could easily fall in junk like that, and i was right." he said contently, shaking the little purse bag with the lovelies in there. "Just gotta find one more, one more can fit in it i think." he mused aloud, searching the crevices of the junk prison of his own doing.

"Oh, i'm sorry, Maiden, nice to meet, you. If you need gems, you can come search too! I'm not selfish." he gave the offer, help was in abundance and paying it forward seemed like the only right thing to do.

His patience was rewarded when a gem began to sparkle after a collar fell, the gem nestled in a discarded piece of bubble wrap."Last one yes!" the grey figure cheered and soon recoiled. tiny balls of paint whizzing past his face in a foreboding, rocky face. then vision was gone once he blinked and brought him back to more grey and gold. However everything felt a lot more clearer, and things made sense.

2+2 did equal four now.

Fragment count: 5

Acerola was transported to a place filled with what appeared to be abandoned buildings. She peers around and sees other grey shapes, with a yellow dot at their center, similar to hers. They seemed scattered around, and she couldn't tell what they were doing.

Taking another glance around, she noticed strange floating crystals floating about. Drawn by their glow, she reaches for the nearest one. It darts away. Strange... she thought to herself.

Acerola reached for another fragment. She was curious as to what they were, since they appeared to be able to move by themselves. This one didn't seem to resist her as much, and with a quick swipe of her grey hand, she was able to touch it.

"RUN."

Startled, she jumped back, but she stood in her place instead of doing as the sudden voice she heard had said. Run? Why? Is it from something? Acerola wondered. There didn't seem to be any threats around her. She disregarded it.



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(( Count 3/5))

The certainty in the other figure's voice was somehow contagious, and there was a twinge of guilt at his own lack of it. He stood up straighter and crossed his arms. "Well I was going to go find out." he hedged vaguely, looking off to one side. "I guess I just thought it would be too easy."

His gaze flicked back to the other at his question. "There's no a lot I've thought about since I ended up here. I felt safe. Like proper safe. When I was beside the goddess. But she's gone and now I'm no I guess. Isn't it a feeling? Like. Like nothing can hurt you and s**t?"

Another spark made the folly of flitting past him and he slammed it against the car once again with all the deftness of a playful cat.

"Ye'll never be anything but a rid-heidit c**t" his expression dropped and he recoiled as if it had stung.

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The sting of unpleasantness made his pulse race - or at least the mimicked sensation of a pulse and he found himself hurriedly seeking out another spark to seize in the hope that this one would somehow counter the dizzying ache of irrational sadness that the previous had elicited in him.

He caught it and received another sentence for his troubles.

A steely rumble of a voice. "I am ready."

The knife of sadness simply twisted another way

"Break my head?" Marati parroted, taking his hand to pull herself to her feet. Once she was standing she reached up to feel it, pressing her fingers along her cranium and down her face. Nothing felt out of place, and everything felt like it was proper. "What do you mean? Nothing---" She paused there, her eyes crossing briefly as a little fragment went and drifted between them.

"...Oh!" She reached up, snatching the fragment only inches from her nose.

Good job, Hard-head.

"...Is my head really that much of a deal?" She whined, but briefly. "Hey, are you okay, uh...?" Here, she drew another blank; who was this man?


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Everything looked strange. Completely foreign, though in all honesty, wasn't everything foreign to a being that had only just come into existence? She wasn't sure. Not about that, not about a lot of things. The only solid idea she had to cling to was a name, if that was even what it was. Rumor Ye, Rumor.

Something drifting along the crumbling ruin of a street caught her attention, but it was gone when she went to reach for it.



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