Jamie looked from Macy to the other girl, her mind swirling. A part of her agreed with Poppy. "I... almost died," she said quietly, looking at those fighting already. "They're dying now. Only the ones that hit hard enough get the chance to heal--the white furry thing--I don't think he cares about us any more than the woman that just tried to kill us," she admitted. "But I'll stay here if you want me to, Macy."
She owed her life to the other girl.
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Name: Jamie Age: 15 Color: Blue Type: Sorcerer Weapon: 4' long sword Damage done: 50% damage taken Crystal taken from Macy
Magenta didn't understand the conversation between the two figures. How could she? She was only twelve- things like fake bodies and false gods weren't even in her lexicon. The basic decision she could understand. Fight, or flee. What authority did this strange woman have? Magenta had never seen her, never cared for her.
Why would she give up this power, this blessing from the creature? Magenta felt her grip tighten on the axe she wielded. She'd felt so weak before, why would she-
Wait ... before?
She shook her head at the strange figure. She trusted Mr. Fluffy more than a stranger- she'd cling to a false hope if necessary. Mr. Fluffy was right- there was a promise made! She used that as a justification for the overwhelming ambition that was eating her even as she thought. Power. All she wanted was power. Even if her memory was spotty, she trusted the creature. Trust.
Trust.
Wish.
Running, feet pounding on the ground. Magenta ran towards the flickering beast, axe extended. A guttural cry came from her, from a dark spot in her heart that she hadn't known existed. "I don't want to go back there!" she screamed, pivoting on her back foot to swing her massive axe around. "You can't make me!"
When he axe collided with flesh, a face came to mind. Only one. A single hand outstretched towards her, a piece of FEAR candy in the palm. "Need help?" Magenta looked up at the hand, feelings overcoming her.
The monster roared and she was brought back. No. She didn't need help now. She would never need help again. Power brimmed from an overflowing cup, and Magenta greedily lapped it up. She would never feel weak, never feel that way again.
Her axe ripped through the air once more, tearing the very existence of what stood before her. It was strange though; she didn't feeling she was doing damage to an enemy. In fact, it felt like she was getting socked in the stomach with a fist. Then many fists. Feet. The sound of a locker slamming shut, and darkness- utter darkness. Her voice was strangled, she couldn't make out words, faces- nothing but darkness.
Was she fighting anymore? Was she in that small locker? Outside? Who was hitting her-
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Name: Magenta (Maggie/Mag is fine) Age: 13 Subclass: Mage - Earth magic Weapon: Giant Axe (think Presea from Tales of Symphonia) Gem: Orange - Hopeful Appearance
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Tilly shrugged slightly "Maybe...save them?" She didn't have one so she couldn't really say. Buuuut as she mulled it over that's what she decided she would do. None of their group seemed to be too seriously injured...and who knew what else might pop up.
"I....don't remember what my wish was either..." Tilly tilted her head as she thought then focused on introductions between some of the group she has missed and new comers. "Hi Orina I'm Tilly, and nice to meet you Phaedra." She shook hand briskly and turned to the conversations listening to her new friends discuss everything. "You don't think we have to keep fighting that thing do you?" Tilly peeked over to the still standing monster. She sighed in frustration as she tried to think of her wish again."I just can't....pin ...any memory down." Tilly almost grunted with the effort of trying to remember.
"Y-y-you---you're leaving???" The incredulous tone in her voice was impossible to miss. Of all the girls she might have expected to follow that strange and somehow false seeming woman, Poppy had not been among them.
"N-n-no! Wh-Why?" Her voice cracked as she finished the two short words that were drug out by her impediment. "W-w-we..." She choked, gasping for breath, and her hands which were still gripping her bow tightly began to tremble. "W-we need you...." She whispered the words, her too large eyes closing as a tears trailed down each cheek, her fight to hold them back lost.
At Jamie's words, her eyes blinked back open, rimmed with red, glassy with tears. "Th-thankyou." She replied quietly to the other girl, giving her a small and sad smile.
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Name: Macy Age: 12 Appearance: Here Gem: Orange- Hopeful Race: Reaper-Mage (fire) Weapon: A small bow that appears to be made of wood, but oddly feels more like metal Damage taken: 25%
Sam forced herself up, she had to fight on since there were others still up and trying. If she was actually going to put effort into this she might as well give it her all. She staggered slightly and looked over at Taika and then around at the other girls. Her limbs felt heavy and she was very tired but she had to try, she felt the need to try and get them all out of this in one piece. What use was a vacation if you were dead right? "Let's do this!"
This time she ran up to it and hit it quickly, when her weapon connected with the monster a weird feeling went through her. For a split second she saw a group of people around her with an envelope extended out to her. She felt warm inside and a tear rolled down her face. For a moment the pain left her, leaving her warm and happy inside. She used her time without pain to strike out at the monster again, this time though a deep sadness resonated through her. Silhouettes vanished one by one and she was left alone again in her memory, a vague echo of spoken words flowed through her but she couldn't make it out.
She shook her head for a moment to try and focus again on the monster, readjusting her grip on her staff before running in for another attack. This time she remembered something she had said. "A promise...? What.. what did I promise? What was promised to me?" She frowned and jumped back after her attack, trying to figure out the new memory she was beginning to feel. She clenched her fist in frustration at the new feeling, she wanted to remember more. She wanted to know what all of this meant and why she was even here.
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Name: Sam Age: 15 Subclass: Witch Gem: Green Appearance [Total Damage Done: 20 Crystal: 0]
Again, from the shadows, tendrils assaulted her, turning her this way and that before coming from beneath sending the red-dressed blonde into the air. Falling with the thud, she could hardly breath, unresponsive to the small cracks aching up her feet and the new ones creeping along her gem. She laid upon her back, breathing heavily into the open air, tears filled her eyes with each blink. People were dying, and yet that wasn't what made her cry.
She couldn't stop it. The monster was making her friends going away. The creature that spoke to them took their memories away. It tells them to remember their wishes, but how could they do so if it held their memories? What was point of all of this if they were absolutely helpless?
She laid upon the ground, blinking through tears, breathing heavy, her body exhausted. The attacks she dealt and the assault on herself, she could do no more for the time...
Encouraged by Anua's, Macy's, and Jamie's replies, Aria charged forward and slashed at the shadow. As the fan connected, lights went off in her head causing Aria to hiss in pain. An image seem to materialize, a short-haired girl. Who was this? The girl turned from where she'd been walking and laughed.
"You're so silly, Aria. Thinking you can fool me..." This voice... was from her memories. This girl was apparently part of them. A good part. The thought of this girl left a warmth in her chest, causing Aria to unconsciously smile. Maybe... attacking the shadow would tell her more? Jumping back, Aria got into position and wound back her arm.
As she let the wind fly, more lights went off in her head. This time, however, it left an aching sensation in her chest. Aria fought tears as another image, the girl... standing over her, came into view. Her face was shadowed by the sea of flames at her back.
"...I can't lose you! You can't- AHH!" A flash of light from the memory brought her back to herself. Aria clutched her head in an attempt to control her ragin emotions. Whatever had happened, the girl from her memories had been sad, screaming. She was close... so close. Pushing the screaming out of her head, Aria raised her fan into the air. The wind grew into gusts, which grew into gales, and finally turned into a raging wind storm.
"Zephyr's Requiem!" Aria bellowed as she brought her fan down once again, ordering the advancement of the winds she'd created. She gasped as the winds impacted and another memory sparked into her mind.
<...Do you want to stay by her side? ...fight to... I can...> This voice, the creature... was this the promise it had mentioned so often? Aria shook her head, trying to clear her vision. The memories left an hallow feeling, causing her to feel some unspeakable anguish. She felt like she'd failed somehow. Her vision swam as tears welled up in her eyes. Rubbing her eyes on her torn sleeves, Aria realized she'd fallen to the ground from the shock of the memory. Slowly sitting up, she looked to where the shadow resided wondering if her attacks had done any damage.
She'd done a fair amount of damage, but not enough apparently as the shadow reared up in a tumultuous rage.
Ceres had just been nodding at Astiria's comment about her injuries being minor when the shadow from earlier reappeared. Ceres tensed, then watched as the shadow coalesced into a form that vaguely reminded her of a woman crowned with flowers. Instantly suspicious and curious, Ceres watched as the woman spoke of "true peace" and "deception". As the long eared creature argued with the woman-like form, Ceres felt her eyes narrowing. She glanced sideways at Astiria to judged the other girl's reactions. Her own were mixed to some degree. Yes, Ceres didn't know why she was here beyond her guide's cryptic comments about "promises" and "wishes". But she didn't really trust this other creature either. "True peace" was not a phrase she trusted and something inside her rejected that ideal almost violently.
When Astiria charged at the woman, Ceres looked between the two shadowy things coldly. "I trust neither of you. However," her gaze shifted to the "woman", "I definitely have no use for the words of someone who has already attacked me once." Ceres held out her hand, the wind swirling thickly in the form of a crossbow before the winds dissipated to reveal her golden crossbow. ["This body may or may not be false, but I am still me and I don't allow anyone to dictate my path for me." Raising the bow, she watched as her new friend was injured, her blue eyes reflecting her fury.
Aria scampered to her feet to escape the shadow's wrath, and succeeded for the most part. A sharp pain raking across her back in her hasty escape caused her to scream as claws contacted flesh. Only managing to keep herself from collapsing by a small margin, Aria turned unsteadily and faced her attacker. Dizziness washed over her as a strange, queasy feeling washed over her. Aria put her hand over her mouth to stave off the feeling of wanting to puke as her body slowly grew hotter. She clenched her eyes shut, hoping that the action would provide some semblance of ease.
Aria panted and blinked away tears as a cracking noise caught her attention, Opening her eyes, she looked down and suddenly wishing she hadn't. Black lines were latticed throughout her entire body. It was as though the slightest touch, the finest wind would cause her to break. She didn't dare move to check the condition of her gem, choosing to call out to the others instead. "You all still alive? Answer me!" She screamed, practically begging to hear someone... anyone. They couldn't fall, not now. Not when everyone had tried so hard.
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Name:Aria Age: 13 Gem: Violet - Dedicated Race: Reaper - Mage (wind) Weapon: Metal Fan Damage Done: 20 Damage Roll: 37 - Still alive Loot: 0 Crystal(s)
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Sam let out a tired shriek as she got knocked backwards, she tumbled and landed on her face with the rest of her crumpled to the ground. Everything felt weird, she wasn't sure what this feeling was or if she had ever felt it before. She kept her eyes closed so she wouldn't hurl and ruin her clothing or hair. After a moment she moved to a sitting position with her staff on her lap. Her head spun slightly but other than that she seemed alive. She let out a gasp as she noticed there were cracks creeping up her feet. A shiver ran up her spin and she rubbed her arms to try and warm herself up. It didn't help so she gave up and examined the cracks. They had stopped moving up her feet, probably due to the fact she hadn't gotten hit too bad.
Once she was sure the cracking had stopped she looked around to see how the other girls were doing. "Is... everyone alright?"
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Name: Sam Age: 15 Subclass: Witch Gem: Green Appearance [Total Damage Done: 20 Crystal: 0]
Ceres sighted down her crossbow, her expression set but her eyes lit with the desire to finish this creature before her. Her first attack left the crossbow and flew true her wind impacting the creature even as Ceres dodged in closer. Her triumphant look soon changed to confusion as a memory, or a fragment of one surfaced again. This one made her feel warm and for a second she was almost able to see the face of whoever had caused that feeling. But once more Ceres found herself denied even that shred of comfort. Anger flared deep within her core and she turned her brilliant blue gaze on the creature before her. "I will find my memories, even if they are worthless." She nearly spit the words out even as she readied her second attack.
Even stronger than her first attack, Ceres launched her second, the wind breaking into multiple strikes after leaving the crossbow. Even as the rain of relentless wind darts struck the shadow, Ceres fell to her knees. Tears suddenly filled her eyes and she felt pain, like someone had ripped her core away from her, she felt an overwhelming anguish. Her free hand rose to her head and Ceres felt like the air was trapped in her chest. In her mind, she heard the words that had destroyed her world. "Good bye, Ceres. I don't think we will ever see each other again." There had been more but Ceres could only barely hear them. Her hands shook this time as she stood and raised the weapon again.
Every time her attacks found there target she remembered some shred of her past. A part of her was afraid to know what she might remember next but a glance over at her fallen partner steeled her resolve. Even as the tears' wet tracks dried on her cheeks, Ceres stood tall, her eyes merciless. Without waiting for hesitation to take her again, the white haired girl braced herself and launched her third attack. "Winds of the Chaotic Stigma!" Unlike last time, this attack was powerful and Ceres watched the tornado split into two and smash her enemy between two sets of swirling fury. As it hit, Ceres remembered speaking to her "guide," she had made a promise, an exchange as it were. Only bits of the words could be heard in the memory but she now understood that something or someone had meant enough for her to make a promise to fight. But was the wish to protect or had protecting been part of her bargain. Ceres only felt more confused and agitated and deep within her core a sense of mixed happiness and sadness.
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Hanna listened thoughtfully to what the strange figure had to say to them, but refrained herself from following her. After seeing what their opponent was capable of, she didn't believe it was wise to quickly listen to everything she had to say. No, she would stay here and fight, like she had promised.
Charging forward, she struck at the enemy with a swift blow, but found her mind invaded by a past memory. Her memory? She couldn't make out the faces, who they were, and if they were important to her, but.. she felt warm inside. Happy.
Shaking it off, she moved in for the second attack, slashing the creature across the side, only to have a repeat of the memory flash back. Only this memory was quite the opposite of the last she had witnessed. A little shaken, she attempted to push the memory to the back of her mind. Difficult as it was, with only the two memories to think of and the bad usually always win out over the good.
Come on, Hanna.. shake it off! Sucking in a breath, she went for the final blow, but was hit again with a past memory. A promise that she had made.. She couldn't make out what she had said, or why she had made the the promise, only bits and pieces. Dammit! Why? Why couldn't she remember? How was she supposed to remember?
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Name: Hanna Age: 15 Colour: Violet - Dedicated Weapon: Thin Ornate sword Race: Reaper - Witch Text Colour: #9a64cc
Attack DMG: 9, 2, 3 = 14
Total DMG: 22 (round 1) DMG to self: 25% Crystal: x1
Claim what is rightfully hers? Tamara could only assume the figure was female. What was going on? They were being deceived? She didn’t like that. Not one bit. Up till now, she had only that rabbit thing’s directions to go off of. But this other voice… her body. The numbness from her back reminded her that she was still injured. They had fought, but she kind of attacked first, and only under the rabbit’s directions.
She didn’t remember any wish and she didn’t remember any promise. And she didn’t remember any wish. Nothing at all. What if she was being tricked. They were just suddenly there, all together. And she didn’t know how or why. She didn’t want to fight, it wasn’t that she was afraid of fighting. Only that fighting suddenly felt wrong. It wasn’t giving up to not fight. She just… needed to know and the voice promised answers, the answers that the rabbit seemed to evade.
Was she part of this other person’s group? What wish? Why was the wish so important? She didn’t even have a clue as to what that wish was. That pass wish was useless to her now. Whatever it was. The rabbit was asking her to protect these humans, something that she didn’t even know what it was. She wasn’t even one of them.
Tamara just didn’t know who to trust. But an explanation would be best, instead of just fighting. If she didn’t like it… she could always fight then, right?
She turned to her friends an announced. “I’m going. If you want to go with me or stay… I’d like to still be friends. But I want to know exactly what I was fighting for, and remember before I start fighting anyone again.” After all the other person was fighting to get them back. Right?
She turned and left with the other figure.
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"I'm here..." she uttered, laying upon the ground, her body too numb, tired, exhausted to even sit up right for the time. She was too teary-eyed to look at anyone.
Unable to avoid the inevitable, Hanna took the attack with full force, which knocked her to the ground with ease. Her weapon lay just out of reach as she struggled to grab at it, only to grasp at air.
What was she to do now?
With no real time to, she watched, as the thick black cracks spread quickly across her body, consuming her. D-dammit..! There was nothing she could do. She was helpless and powerless as she lay there paralyzed. With one last hasty scan through the crowd, she attempted to spot the three girls she had spoken with only moments ago. Were they okay? She could only hope..
Nothing.
She saw nothing, only darkness as her body shattered and faded from existence.
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Name: Hanna Age: 15 Colour: Violet - Dedicated Weapon: Thin Ornate sword Race: Reaper - Witch Text Colour: #9a64cc
Attack DMG: 9, 2, 3 = 14
Total DMG: 22 (round 1) DMG to self: 25% Crystal: x1
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