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Was this how it was supposed to turn out? No. But what could they do? The same thing they always did. Fight. Obviously. Determined to do just that Waffleberry moved through the masses, hoping to be able to attack the Queen-- Sombra! She moved his direction, keeping an eye on the Queen.

Her head grew fuzzy.

He looked at her, he could see her, but he didn't know her. It hurt, it hurt in her chest in a way that only emotions could. It hurt and it felt cold and hollow. "We've met," she said.

He didn't remember.

"It's okay." She smiled to hide the fact that it hurt. She smiled to hid the tears and the hurt. Nothing. Nothing there, nothing remembered. She was forgotten.

She'd just pretend it was okay. At least until she was back to her own room.

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More questions? Well the urge didn't want to go down so he decided to roll with it. Since no one was around, he started messaging FrostPaw.

OOC

My character's username: BoiisonFIYAH
My character's level: 57
Character's HP: 40
Current party: Teddomination
Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Arc
Location: The End
Small IC description of character:
A tall, thin guy with orange-blonde hair in a pony, two large brown wings, in the red and orange Rabbit outfit with gray fluff.


Character journal: here

It was dark -- SpringTooth could only just make out the shape of the queen in front of him, and the hammering of his own heart was all too clear in his ears. It brought his stomach up to his mouth, fluttering butterflies, nervous as Harrow instead of the role he'd embraced in this strange world.

He meant to attack. He was sure he was supposed to attack. But somehow, instead, he found himself once more diving into memories, caught up in them despite the importance of focusing on the battle at hand.

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Ethan was one of his best friends growing up: the only one who has never made fun of him, not really. They have the same pale hair and the same dark eyes, though Ethan's has always been carefully kept, carefully tailored, attractive in a way that catches everyone's eyes. Nothing like Jude.

Still. They have been friends. Ethan reassured him over nightmares in the night, even if he did it with a roll if his eyes and an edge of 'can this be done yet?'

Now, though, it is over. He holds the dripping, melted travesty of his family's sword and Ethan is in a rage, alternating between shouting at Jude and shouting at their father. He didn't even want this weapon, but now he has it, and his brother is gone.

Babs gave her lips a fresh spritz, the painted color hovering over the clear and crystalline goo. Her natural color was iridescent, like a very soft diamond. She did not have anything as coarse as actual hair, but she had the molded shape of it, in lively curls. Rare spiders and exotic bones floated inside her like jewelry. Her horns were tall, and thin, and her whip-like tail swished back and forth like a stingray's.

She worried over any part that was out of place, and turned her chin this way and that in a compact mirror.

Barth was, for once, not sleeping. He was dressed, not smartly, but with an abundance of lace and gentle greens, and he watched his mother through half-closed eyes. His small claws hung over the edge of the chair, cooped up in too-small shoes, but he did not complain.

They both looked up as the door down the long hallway opened, and Barth saw for a brief moment, a wide glimpse of a broad, barrel-like build and two sets of teeth. A reaper who was sweating, but who had all his limbs, exited. A voice cracked down the hall like thunder, a broad, rumbling noise that vibrated doubly thanks to the acoustics.

"Ooh, that's me. Barty, sourling, I know you won't move, but..."

"I won't," Barth said, quiet.

Babs beamed at him, snapped her mirror shut, then stood. She gave her chest a quick bounce and smoothed her dress. "You two keep each other company."

"Can do," said the other, a lanky undead with cool, preserved, perfect skin, perfect muscles, and a mostly-open shirt.

Babs disappeared into the office. Barth knew the name of his mother's friend, not because he and his mother had known each other for very long, but had always had a propensity for names.

"So, that's your dad in there, huh?" Her friend asked.

"Yes," Barth answered. He uncurled as he watched the door, and was, for him, unusually tense. They waited a long while together. He was polite, but did not really make conversation. It was only when the door opened, and his mother appeared, cheerful and also intact, that he finally relaxed again.

As the battle against the White Queen began, McCowboy felt even more lost than before, doubting his past allegiances. He was just as lost as everyone else, it seemed - and he was one who had set dividing lines between himself and others who he had disagreed with. As everyone joined on the battlefield to take down the Echo of Grief, he felt sympathy for those on the former Red Faction, now moving sluggishly across the battlefield. The loss of their queen had weakened them somehow.

He noticed a familiar duo on the battlefield - Mimsy and HULKWICH - one who he had attacked and one who had killed him in response. He had been harboring anger towards them ever since their last encounter, but at that moment he felt sympathy and unity towards them.

"Y'all okay?" he asked, setting his former rage against them aside. He wasn't one who typically apologized or forgave easily, but something about the Echo's presence was shifting his attitude. "Sorry about earlier. Hope there ain't still bad blood between us now. We got something more important to focus on."

He glanced over to the Echo of Grief, then back to them.

"I reckon that b***h is just gonna kill us all, huh?"

The queen was reaching to him, and BigMac felt sluggish, like he couldn't quite move to attack as he should, and that he couldn't outrun the memories he struggled to keep at bay.

The first memory overtook him quickly, the first brush with it having him stop in his tracks, fixated on the sight before his mind's eye. The islands, the islands as they once were. The Islands being destroyed. Vividly he remembered the feelings of realization, the knowledge that all had been destroyed, and that the likelihood of Astridr's death was something he had to face. Then came the searching, the desperate calls of her name and pushing people aside to try to find anyone with a scrap of information, a mere hint that at the last minute she had went through a gate or headed out to fight.

Then another memory tugged at him, one that came from someone else. For a moment he saw himself from another's eyes, saw the marriage in the game and then him leaving, felt an almost overwhelming sense of despair and he knew who's memory he saw.

It was just enough to spawn another horror for him, this one not of memory but of a possibility. A future he may not be able to avoid.

He watched as Neru turned away from him, eyes mad with insanity and glowing fiercely, unusual grey markings coating her flesh. She was leaving she had said, Leaving to destroy the hunters, and perhaps that was the last shred of sanity he would ever see from her. But with every step she took she seemed to grow, moving until she towered above the preserve.

Then she began to attack, raining down death and carnage while the clans struggled to rally.

Then the students came, the imbeciles with their sheer numbers and pathetic attacks. Fighting in mobs until they brought her down, until the golden gleams in her eyes were as dull as stones.

And all he could do was watch.

[Prompt 1/3]

Pumcat and Timeo watched as others attacked the White Queen she still didn't know why she had felt the need to stop attacking but she had and finally after a long while she wished she hadn't

Everything suddenly went dark and Timeo was automatically desummoned "H-huh!?" she says in surprise then quickly looked around only to find everybody gone a sense of aloneness filled her but at the same time she knew others were there too how many however she didn't know another feeling also suddenly engolfs her she begins feeling tired and sluggish which made her movements slower and it felt like she had heavy weights covering every inch of her body which she had to work agenst just to move "Ugh... Whats going on?" she says tiredly before a white glow a distence away appears it was the White Queen! Only she looked far more malicious then before the Red Queen must have been defeated! If so the White Queen would have no purpose anymore so maybe... She wanted to contain all the other players!

Ready for battle Pumcat asks her Pocket Card to shuffle and draw three cards only to hear a error sound "Huh?" she says in confusion before pulling out her pocket card and flipping to her deck which she found she didn't have access to now but a new deck appeared called the Queen's deck plus her 10th card was highlighted on the list unfortunatly she couldn't access the images nor see the order they went in she only could see a basic list of the cards "Hm..." she says before returning her pocket card to her pocket then taking a deep breath "Ok Pocket Card Draw!" she says her card complies this time and draws 1 card then displays it infront of her the card was ornate just like her 10th card but the boarder around it was yellow instead of gold and it didn't have any words on it aside from it's name [The Hermit] at the bottom

The card glows brightly which causes her to shield her eyes then dissapears confused at first Pumcat looks towards the queen wondering what the card did till suddenly a wave of fear washes over her as well as suddenly feeling like she was in a huge tight crowd with a longing to be by herself she begins shaking and backing up why was she so scared all of a sudden where was this fear coming from!? Suddenly she hears a voice in her mind

"What if you can't beat the White Queen..."

"What if she wins and your trapped in this darkness forever..."

"What if..."

It says Menacingly which causes her to shake more she knew it was a possibility but it wouldn't do her any good to just stand there shaking however in that moment she could do little else

Upon approach she was hit with another random memory, less pleasant than before.

A normally kind face went blank. In the celebration of the coming new year, it was like a spot without color among the fireworks. She hated that his fiancee had to be there at the same time, stupid blond bint, intruding on what was supposed to be a family moment. Actually she hated a lot of different things about the party, but this one was just topping things off.

She tried to explain: it had been money for a friend, she had been planning on repaying him once she got herself a part time job, it wasn't . . . much, not really. Not after one paycheck's worth.

But her cousin leveled her such an uncharacteristically cold stare that she felt the entire weight of it even after he stalked off. One of the few family members she was close to, disappointed and hurt because of her petty betrayal for petty reasons. She would have rather disintegrated in lava.

Q staggered again, though she managed not to fall as she reached the gryphon. Blinking owlishly to get back to reality, she was overwhelmed by the questions and fluttered her hands at him. "Yo, slow down, Blight," Q said, looking a little guilty. "I, um, sorta lost Big in the mess a little bit. But he's fine, I'm pretty sure! I mean, nobody was dying left and right, he can take care of himself . . ."

(This was the easiest path to follow at any rate. She was way too scared for herself as it was, let alone for other people.)

Her brows furrowed when he mentioned finding it hard to move, though. Definitely not a good sign. Blight had mentioned being on the Red Queen's side . . . Did it have something to do with her falling? Great timing.

"Okay, so let's take it easy for a bit," Q told him as she laid a hand on his shoulder to try and help steady him. "Told you, fighting big bads on your own is bad news bears."