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Almost as if to add the icing to the proverbial cake, she did not even have a second to wheel around before a nasty cloth ripping sound showed and she cried out as her arm suddenly stung.

Fear radiated through her, STILL being green... still helpless. Well, almost helpless. Her shirt was suddenly red as blood ran down her arm, pooling on the ground below where she sat.

Candice watched as she girl finished off the bat that was attacking. It was clear that her emotions got the better of her and all she wanted to do was vent the anger. Candice wanted to smile when the girl (Holi) mentioned the poor shirt, but hey, she could always get a new one. Well, if she got out of the situation anyways.

She was just glad her hands and mind were busy. When it was finished, Candice patted the girl on the head, trying to make her feel at least a little bit better. After that, she called out to Raven.

"Hey RAVEN. Need help with any injuries or is kissy face all you need there? I'd be willing to help him too if you guys were not sucking on each other during the period I'm over there..."

The arm around her was tantalizing, the touch made her violet skin tingle. "Whatever you say, though I think my arm is hurt." It had claw marks down the length of it, and she could feel where it had either broken or fractured every time she moved. Truth be told, the pain of it was making her blood pump in such an exhilarating manor that she hardly even minded the pain. Pain made you feel alive! And being held by a handsome prince made her feel that much more alive.

Minus the rainbow road, space whale, and awful bats, it was exactly like something out of a fairytale! "Do you have any idea whats happening?" If anything, he might know. He certainly looked regal enough to know. Probably wasn't the best to distract her protector when there were still bats about. A bit distractedly, Varya pawed at the light purple blood leaking from her wounds. Even that didn't phase her- it wasn't the color of blood, and in her purple haze the pain didn't make it register as blood either. "I wonder what leaked on me." It looked interesting, lying there on her dark skin, making patterns of lighter purple all down her arm.

She looked up at her protector. "Dear god you are attractive."

(( Bat be kicking some a** today! ))

Hawke was hugging him, and somehow this made him feel even worse. It was just like her to take pity on him for being so weak and now hurt. She was too nice to him, and was probably crying just because he was. He didn't deserve a friend like her, someone who had stuck by his side the moment she had helped him try to save Karl! He came to the realization that he simply couldn't let her be his friend any longer. He was dragging her down with him.

This realization created a new onslaught of pathetic blue-boy tears. His focused enemy, the bat, did not seem to take pity on him for being such a baby. It came swooping back down at him, while Anders was busy trying to explain to Hawke that they just couldn't be friends anymore if he made her sad. "Y-You've been the best ever, Hawke. B-But I won't let you take the fall for me b-blowing up the chantry anymore!" He tried to shoo her away with his good hand.

It was a mix of bad luck for both the bat and Anders that Anders was still alive, and still greatly injured. Just as the bat dove down at him, he flopped pathetically onto his back. Claws that had intended to grab his head could only barely swoop down to scathe his chest. Then again that 'barely' hurt a whole ******** lot. His beautiful Anders' outfit was ripped at the chest, and blood was starting to spot through the clothes.

This was the worst thing ever for Anders.

He had spent hours on that outfit and it was now ruined forever.

Between screaming in pain and agony, he found time to shed more tears for the fate of his outfit.

Raven pulled off of Jett, face flushed. Oh yeah. He was undoubtedly the most attractive thing in the history of...attractive things...

She glanced around, hearing her name called and seeing Candice. "Oh! Hey candle! You wanna smoochie with the smooch king too? Or do you wanna smoochie with me?"

Yeah. Candice was pretty too. Ugh. Everyone was amazingly attractive! How could she have not noticed this before!

The kiss gave Jett a litle boost of confidence, but he was still mortified of next to everything. The fact that Raven was a strange color—and that he was still green—was not boding well with him.

Was there a reason they were different colors? Was he ill? Fantastic, he was going to die after all.

“No,” he snapped, clutching Raven’s good hand tightly in his own in an attempt to secure a slight bit of comfort. “No, you stay with me,” he demanded, voice almost as strong as before.

He was humiliating himself—he knew it, but he couldn’t help it—he’d never been this scared in his life and she had been the only one to calm his nerves--even if it had just been for a few short seconds. He wasn't about to let that chance of solace drift away so easily. Hastily, he drew up the excuse, “Somebody has to keep their eye on you. You’re in no condition to be running around. I’ll protect you.”

…As if he could summon the courage, really. Maybe the bats would leave them alone if there were two of them? It was safer this way—safer to stay in numbers. Or did that just make them a bigger target? Well, that wasn’t very safe either.

Candice was offering help, though—and Jett was very well aware of the injury Raven had sustained; it seemed dangerous and she needed some sort of first aid: a skill Jett was not proficient in. “…But…but maybe…you could let her patch you up. You’re bleeding pretty badly. You could die,” he said in a voice that portrayed vast concern. His imagination was depicting the worst of what could happen, naturally--but death was a perfectly logical fear, wasn't it? And if Raven continued to bleed out like that, it was a very logical possibility--perhaps the most logical one Jett had come up with since he'd turned into this fear consumed worrywart.

Aya paused when the music started up again. She stared upwards. Finally they knew the source. "It's coming from the whale?" she asked in a shrill voice, eyebrows nearly touching her hairline. Did that mean that it was the whale who'd somehow summoned them all here? Or did the whale belong to the group of monsters that these Zodiacs claimed to fight? Aya couldn't believe it was a coincidence that the beast's song had sounded the moment they'd arrived.

It took a few moments to realise that there was something different about the song. It was less about the scaring this time. Instead, it seemed to be... calling to them. Aya clenched a fist over her heart. Her bottom lip was firmly caught between her teeth. She gasped for breath as something inside her seemed to shudder in sympathy with the whalesong.

The feeling passed. Sighing in relief, Aya looked down at her clenched hand. It was blue. "Wha-?"

Fumbling for her smartphone, she used the semi-reflective screen as a mirror. She was blue. Different shades and tones of it, all over! "How," she gulped, fighting a lump in her throat and suddenly-burning eyes, "how..."

"How am I supposed to go to my staff meeting like this?" came the loud wail. Aya dropped to her knees. She clutched her PDA to her chest like a stuffed animal. "My career is over. I'll be locked away - someone's science experiment. Why can't I ever get a break?"

Despite her best efforts, tears leaked from her frantically blinking eyes and ran down her cheeks. Aya was always the one who worked harder than everyone else. She watched idiots far less intelligent and dedicated receive promotions. Other girls in the office ate cake and cookies and sat around doing nothing all day, while Aya had to hit the gym several times a week to stay half as skinny. From the safety of her own home, she'd been kidnapped to somewhere at the edge of the space, where the locals were either drunken idiots or prissy little girls with sticks up their asses, and now a giant space whale was going to kill them all. She'd never get her Pulitzer and all she'd be leaving behind was a blue corpse. Aya sobbed harder. "I want to go hooooome!"

In her misery, Aya didn't notice the bat til it was upon her. With tears blurring her vision, she couldn't even tell what it was flying into her face - just something dark and kind of big and couldn't it tell that Aya wanted to be alone right now?

"Go away!" she screamed. Drawing her arm back, she let despair fuel her punch. It was a solid hit. When nothing came back for her, she swiped at her eyes with the back of her hand and looked around. On the ground lay a wolf-sized black bat. Its head was tilted at a sharp angle - dead from a broken neck.

"I killed something?" Aya shuffled backwards on the ground. Sure, a few goldfish had suffered a similar fate at her hands, but that was different - everyone killed goldfish, and not by breaking their little fishy necks. Aya felt cold. Her voice was empty as she said, "I'm a killer."


(( Results: 10 - blue/sad; 10 - hits bat, kills bat ))