Dying. There were girls dying. The first was the girl with gauntlets with long hair. Vanessa, the others had called her? She shattered, and suddenly nothing was left.
Anua froze in sheer terror, succumbing swiftly to her own emotions. Maroon eyes swung back to Bea, Istas, and Nila, opening her mouth as if to speak, but no words would form. Anua watched as Nila's bladed fan danced across the canvass that was their attacker. Yes, go go! Anua found herself able to cheer, if silently. For just a moment, Nila's expression seemed.. surprised? No, that wasn't quite it.. it was as if she had come across some realization. The moment was cut short as a claw struck through Nila.
Anua's mouth dropped open in disbelief. "N-Nila.." Her voice came out a whisper, watching as the other girl fell to her knees and shattered. Istas, her companion had chased after her.. Anua lost sight of the other girl amidst all the chaos.
"Sh-she--" Anua let loose a curdled scream from the depths of her throat, slapping a hand over her mouth. She quickly held out her hand, her wand materializing at will.
Aria had abruptly charged forward, a swipe of metal and the sudden onslaught of winds. "Watch out!" But the figure scraped Aria's back, too late for her words to have helped any. Pleasebealivepleasebealive. Anua ran forward and knelt down by her, too afraid to touch her lest she too shatter into oblivion. "You're.. alive.."
She stood up again, the creature not leaving them out of danger yet. She heard another girl call out, asking if others were alright. Anua looked over at the green clad girl with glasses, noting that they hadn't actually met yet. Anua figured fighting the same fight was as good an introduction as they'd be getting. "Others.. need help," she barely gasped out the words, "You're alright?"
Anua realized she had left Bea behind when she ran forward; panic set in quickly and she scanned the grounds for the blue cat girl. "Bea!" She spotted the skeletal felines attacking. "Be careful! C-Can't you move further back?"
She caught sight of another girl she hadn't bet, who donned a violet dress. The other girl had shrieked in terror, which caused Anua to jump again. Feeling fear in herself was paralyzing, but seeing others with such fear.. it seemed to propel her some. "You've been hit, s-step back with us," She gulped for air again before continuing, "And, uh, nice to meet you. I'm Anua."
With a swift motion, she grabbed three rocks, enchanting them with twisting lines, molding them together. Others are as scared as I am. I can do this. Having watched so many others before her simply shatter, however, left her arm quivering.
"Resolute--" Her arm swept forward, "--Blitz!"
The tip of her wand glowed, and in a wave of red her enchanted rock mold shot forward. The sudden burst caused her to recoil back once more, and in that moment, as clear as a bell..
"Here, you can even hold on to my good luck charm."
"A-Anua, don't leave me! The monsters'll get me!"
What.. was that feeling? The sudden memory prompted a convoluted swirl of emotions that she was unable to decipher. She felt as if she had just seen the tip of an iceberg, the memory reaching far deeper than, hinting and teasing. Something precious, something sad..
Her vision cleared and she had fallen on her backside, her attack having been put poorly together and sloppily shot. Some protector she was. But that memory..? Anua felt some measure of renewed purpose.. she could almost touch it..
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(Pulled in some random peeps since I didn't see you guys with others, but if you are, feel free to ignore me! XD Option for chatting is open if you want!)
The enemy attacked and Alvar made an effort to dodge, but seeing Thalia shatter had frozen her to the spot. The air was knocked out of her but she was relatively fine. Her knees nearly buckled and her vision swarmed for a second, but she wasn’t about to die…No, instead, she could feel something breaking as she took note that the people she had talked to weren’t the only ones shattering into pieces. Those who had stayed to fight, a whole lot of them were dying.
The realization made her blood run cold, and Alvar couldn’t help but watch - mouth agape - as the horrifying scene was burned into her memory.
Orina wasn't paying attention. She didn't see things around her, only a blurry vision of the striped leggings at her knees. He clasped hands in her lap. Weapons? What were those? Discarded to the sides. Her blond bangs shadowed her face as she sat in her dejected state. Too broken. Too hurt internally to realize there was a fight around her. That she was still sitting beside the boss. A fool. Truly a useless one. "I miss you... I miss you... please come back." Who. She didn't know. She couldn't remember. She wanted them back. Those faces, shadows of something she loved. Something she thought more of than the world. "Please... please come back." Even if only a fleeting shadow of the past, she wanted to know. Perhaps then the painful hollow in her body would feel. That deep, echoing feeling through what she knew to be her soul, or core... then perhaps it would be worth it all.
Alas, it was not the attention of those sealed memories that came. No, only the attentions of her enemy she'd been fighting moments before. She only realized what struck her as a searing ache ran through her and tossed her away to lay in a lump on the floor. She didn't see Ridley's display, she couldn't be driven to care. Her very being was torn, broken as she felt internally. She slowly pushed herself up after a moment, ignoring the ache of her physical form for the far more pressing feeling in her chest. Or perhaps that was her core placed near it. Who knew?
Her arm that held her up was cracked, seemed covered in splinters of inky emptiness to magnify her internal feelings. She saw it and could only stare, a hollow expression until she once more felt tears threatening to spill forth. Not from the pain, but the utter hopelessness. So the truth was she was this? Some shattered, broken doll? "Was the stranger right?" Then certainly Tamara was safe, she could see her again... perhaps she could be saved. Repaired... that crystal... she no longer had one, but... some part of her didn't regret it. She had saved another. It was worth it. Her eyes lifted at that point to see Ridley in a similar state to her, a bit too shell shocked with the memories to handle it. Alive and well. Yes. Good, she was alright. "Ridley... let's go. Let's find them." Even in her broken state she wasn't alone, they'd done it. They'd escaped together.
Sad and broken as she was, she was still alive. She shook a bit at the sheer effort of trying to move, sobbing more openly now. It was ok. Everything... she had saved them. As long as they were safe. Who was safe? Them. The people she loved most. The ones she cared about most. She.. yes.
There were worse things that could happen. She still had them. She had Ridley, and Tamara. The people she'd met since this began. Maria. Tilly. Phaedra. They were her friends. She wasn't alone. Her gaze turned briefly to her comrade. "Ridley... thank you so much for staying with me." They'd both made it. Certainly, certainly it would all work out. "For surviving with me."
Her head fell as she took a breath, slowly trying to push her shattered and cracked figure to her feet with what strength she had. Her eyes had left her friend at that point, focused purely on getting up. Yes. She could do this. This was nothing.
There are worse things than being a broken hollow thing. As long as we're together. That was all she could think as she slowly got to her feet.
Name: Orina Evein Age: 13 Race: Reaper // Mage (Wind) Color: Blue // Honesty Weapon: Dual Chakrams Appearance: 5'3" and seeming less and less sure of her abilities by the minute. She's a fairly standard build, with perhaps a touch more going on in the bust department than a normal thirteen year old? Damage Dealt: Fear Core Damage: 10% Items: 1 Crystal (USED)
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There you go. They're both ******** up forever now.
Ridley felt a gasp of air escape out of her as she felt the terrible rake of claws tear at her shoulders, mowing her down and sending her crashing to the floor she was already so close to. Her vision clouded as a flash of white over took her mind, blanking it out for even the briefest of moments. And letting yet another memory ease it's way in, scrambled like the last few. Shadowed figured, eclipsed and silent like mimes. Words, words she thought she knew but the only one that seemed to register as these figures shifted from form to form was simply about a promise.
That promise. What she couldn't grasp onto, fleeting and slipping from her again as the floor became very pronounced in her view.
That promise. And another one. "let's...." Ridley was tired. So... so tired. And she tried to fight it, because she needed to fight it. Because she wanted to keep going, because she felt that was her purpose. Because the other girls had gone on ahead and it was her duty to stay because she relished in the fight, even though her weapon wasn't sharp, her footing was agile but because she enjoyed it. And she needed to protect Orina, who always looked so sad.
"I .. should be thanking you," Orina was so close, but so far. Her voice like a fading pulse. Her skin cracked, almost triggered by her simple words of gratitude, the last thing she could possibly say before the black trailed through her body like the cracks of the earth she so commanded.
"Thank you." Because in the least she could get that out as she felt her core shatter within her chest, stilling her body. There would have been so much more she would want to say to her friend. Because against all else, she had stayed with her so unselfishly. To tell her not to cry, but none of that would leave her lips and she hopes Orina would be alright. At least she could leave her a smile, soft and hopeful as her cracked and broken body crumbled against the ground beneath her. Then simply scattered the remains into nothing.
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character name: Ridley color / gem : orange - hope class: Mage (Wood/Earth element) weapon: tome damage: 25% NOPE. Dead. crystal: [1] unused (gdi, saved this for a reason too)
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"I think I just.. remembered something..? What was it, that promise.." Anua whispered, looking over her shoulder at the other girls.
Her previous battle had already left her half dead, her previous attacks left her drained. Anua fell to her knees, her wand dissipating. She could sense the tiny life of her Fear Core flickering. Pulling out the red gem, it looked as if the fissures would never close, black and corrupted as it was. She pulled out the healing crystal she had obtained earlier, setting it on the ground in case another might run across it; she could sense there was no coming back, having gone this far.
The swinging black claws of their attacker slipped through her, and she felt as if whatever threads held her together had begun to unravel. What was that promise..? Her mind clambered to recall, but with her vision darkening so, it was much like wading through a muddy swamp as the sun danced lower in the sky.
Anua felt herself falling into a void, her feelings slipping away. Strange how she wasn't quite as scared as she thought she would have been. Perhaps that brief flicker of a memory was enough to keep her fears at bay, or perhaps it was acceptance of the inevitable.
Her figure cracked, and like the spinning glass of a kaleidoscope, she shifted and shattered into an aimless stream, her essence slipping away from existence.
Kaimari knelt on the ground and clutched her chest in anguish. She could feel it, the pain of her heart being ripped out from her. The monster stood in front of her. "You should have come with me." It hissed. Sharp claws flashed in front of her eyes before they buried themselves into her chest. It lifted her off the ground, sending tainted darkness throughout her body, shooting knives of absolute anguish through her veins. She turned towards the other girls in sadness. She barely had a chance to see them, and none of them even knew she existed.She was alone, always alone....
"I'm so sorry... I've failed you... My family."
The only thing she could see now, was a brilliant flash of light. 'That's right, I promised...'
Character: Kaimari/'Kai' Gem: Orange/Hopeful Class: Witch Weapon: Scythe Personality: Might have been somewhat of a loner, a little shy, but she's not going to back down now! Appearence: On the taller side, deep blue eyes, brown hair, wearing a black and orange schoolgirl's outfit, has an ornate black scythe with thorn-like markings on the sides.
For a time, Tatiana had kept to herself, trying to think about this whole wish ordeal and whatnot. Though, soon another contender had shown up. Getting her guns ready, she turned towards this new figure, waiting for more violence to break out. But instead, it sounded like she just wanted to talk? She didn't really understand what it was being said. It didn't really matter too much, as soon enough, a fight truly did break out.
"Hah! This is easy thing! Nothing ve cannot 'andle. Feel ze fury of my attacks!"
She wasn't really certain what to make of the creature they were fighting now, but it really didn't matter all that much. Tatiana spun the pistols then began to open fire onto the creature. She fired off a volley of bullets, pausing as something flashed before her. It wasn't something visible, but something stirred within the depths of her memories. For a split second, she recalled something.
People surrounded her, though their faces were nondescript. She couldn't see who they were exactly, but she could practically feel the smiles they wore. She was teasing someone in a light hearted manner, and they were doing the same in return. Not a whole lot was going on here, but there was laughter and joy. It seemed as though she had some pretty good friends...
Snapping out of that, she quickly realized that there were those around her that were actually dying right now. Tatiana's eyes widened at this. What? How? No, this wasn't supposed to be happening. They were supposed to band together and strike this creature down! Not... die.
"ACH! Vatever... ve must fight 'arder. Ve vill not fall!" she urged through gritted teeth. She had lost track of the ones she had spoken with earlier, but it mattered little as she ran around, firing shot after shot towards the thing's head. Another memory entered her mind at that point, though it was something completely different. It was enough to cause her to come to a halt for just a moment. There was pain right down to her very core... and it took her a few moments to realize why this was.
Someone had left her. Abandoned her. No. It wasn't just one, but several. The friends she had made... something had caused them to leave. She couldn't remember the reasoning behind it. Or perhaps she could, but the anguish was masking everything else out. All but one had left her alone.
Shaking her head, she bit her lip and looked on with uncertainty. What was going on? She tried not to think about it too hard and continued to fire fast and furiously.
It was then that the third thing came back to her. A promise. One that went both ways. There was a promise...
A promise to...
To what?
Tatiana tried to remember, but it wasn't coming back to her.
The final bullet had been fired, and Tatiana was now feeling incredibly weary. It was a similar feeling to what had happened before. Once more, she barely had any time to react before she was struck down by the creature's claws. Her strength was leaving her rapidly, what was left of it in any case.
Confusion wracked her briefly as there was something else. What was it? Ah... the promise.
Dark cracks grew all around her body and she stared down at her hands, watching as the black veins spread. She was breaking. In a rather literal sense.Her eyes grew dull once more, and then there was nothing.
Ashleigh grinned, looking back at Luka and shaking her head. "It's certainly not high on my list of immediate priorities..." She then sighed softly. "I agree with you though...I think the only way to deal with it is to keep pushing on, and see where it all leads. And hope that our memories come back, at some point...or that we remember that apparently all-important wish..."
Was the reward, possibly, the granting of that wish? She had so many questions, and so few answers....
Her eyes widened, as the being...changed. Before her very eyes. Watching the interaction between the...thing that had been giving her instructions since she'd awakened, and this new being, their opponent, Ashleigh's eyes narrowed in concentration. On the one hand, she admitted to herself, the...well, she wasn't sure what it was, exactly, but the being who had been telling them to fight hadn't been overly forthright, and she suspected the opponent was correct in that it was responsible, at least somewhat, for their current lack of memory.
But, on the other hand...something rang true with the surprise at her complete lack of memory, in addition to that which it had put forth about the balance being upset. Getting back to her feet, she looked back at the pair who she'd been chatting with. "Looks like that's my cue...since I'm staying to fight. Good luck to you both!"
She didn't wait around to see what their choice was--since there seemed to be a choice, if the words of both beings were true...it didn't matter--she wasn't one to rely on the reactions of others to do what she felt was right...even if she suspected it wasn't going to end well...
She watched one girl crack...like a mirror, then shatter. Shaking herself, she made an effort to ignore the...well, it looked agonizing, deaths of those around her who'd already gone up against...whatever their opponent was, exactly.
With a small sigh, she hefted her scythe, and stepped forward.
She opened with an upward sweep with her scythe, grunting at the effort, her eyes narrowing in frustration as it barely glanced off of her opponent. As she did so, something...shifted inside her, almost taking her to her knees. A wisp of a memory, of sitting on the floor with...she couldn't see who they were, or where exactly it had been..but the sense of belonging, of a teasing remark spoken with affection...lingered.
Firming her grip on the scythe, Ashleigh jabbed it at her opponent's side, growling this time when it, once again, almost missed it entirely. As the blades skated along her opponent's body, she did trip...another fragment of her memories slithered through her head, bringing tears to her eyes.
<<I never want to see you again!>> The words were low, and spoken with such hate...>>
Sliding her hands up the scythe's handle, she pulled the second blade free, shifting to the right and gathering her...fear, if the being who had been instructing her from the get-go was correct, and channeling it through both blades, making them glow eerily, more brightly than the last time, and then coming rapidly toward her opponent, bringing both blades together in a solid blow. "Snake bite!!!"
She twisted them inside of her opponent, before slowly pulling both blades free, staggering slightly. As they came loose, a last tendril of thought, of memory...she'd promised to fight...and it was tied to...the loss she'd remembered as she landed that second blow, although not directly...She felt a lone tear trickle down her face.
What did I promise, exactly...and why? Why can't I remember?
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Name: Ashleigh Age: 15 Color: Violet Class: Shaman Weapon: Scythe. It's not an overly long scythe, but it's wickedly sharp, and possesses two blades instead of one--the second one can be removed and held by a separate, short handle (it interlocks into the main handle) in a pinch. If one were to look closely at it, it looks like a snake, with two oversized blade-fangs. Personality: Optimistic and driven, Ash is decisive and not one to second-guess herself..she's also one to see things through, even when the going gets difficult. Appearance: Medium height, with an average build. Toned limbs imply an active lifestyle...not that she remembers any of it. Damage Done: ??? Damage Taken: 25% Loot: 1 crystal
Not fighting? Orabel glared at the new figure and shook her head, readying her nunchucks to battle. Dashing in with ease, she found herself attacking where she thought the weakest point was, her arm whipping out to slam the nunchucks against the opponent with ease. She was already getting used to the weapon, and found that the more she battled, the more at ease her mind was.
Fighting came to her easily.
But, with each blow... the weapon resonated in her hand, memories plaguing her mind.
Her first hit was a figure that was dancing. The figure danced towards her, arms outstretched as a laugh echoed in her mind, making her feel warm. Cherished.
The second hit delivered sadness. A grave stood out, and a marker that seemed all too familiar, and all too real. She faltered, the last blow slightly affected by this, dulling the hit she meant to make.
She hit a third time, and the feeling of need filled her again. Had she made a promise? It aggravated her that she couldn't remember, that she only had bits and pieces of what she knew, and what she didn't know.
Standing straight after attacking, the girl looked around with a collected facade, her mind whirling with emotions. There was a good amount of girls around her that were dead and dying, and Orabel found herself thinking that she had been stronger.
The claws of the creature caught her off guard, and she slammed against the ground by the weight of the things, struggling to stand up. It had taken a good chunk of her strength and stamina, but she was still standing.
Looking down at her hands and feet, Orabel felt the pit of her stomach drop as she grit her teeth together, black cracks spreading over her entire body like a strange plague. For a split moment, she saw something else that unnerved her, but if someone asked her, she would not for the life of her be able to tell anyone. It was a blip, something that was gone in the blink of an eye.
Orabel felt like she was going to break at any moment. Any moment. But here she was, still standing like a porcelain doll, her fingers curling into her palms with rage and anger. Why was this happening? Was there nothing she could do to prevent it?
Power. Why did that word keep haunting her? Was that her promise? Was that all she wanted?
Was there even someone she could talk to? She knew no one here...
She was still trying to get over the trauma of her incomplete memories, and the sadness that lingered, making her want to weep, stumbling backwards with clumsy movements...when her opponent struck. She looked to the side, eyes widening briefly as she tried to move away from the...rather uniquely formed claws, knowing even as she did so that she was too slow to avoid them.
She tumbled to the ground, grunting at the agonizing pain that shot through her, rolling with the force of the blow, blinking, her vision going...odd for a moment as she looked back at the opponent--who had hit a heck of a lot harder than he had the first time round.
She looked closely--surely it didn't look different than it had mere moments ago? Blinking again, her opponent slid back into the form it had previously occupied. What...is going on? Unfortunately, she really doubted she'd be finding that particular answer any time soon...
Bracing her hands on her knees, Ashleigh pressed down, trying to get back to her feet...and noticed...cracks in her very self. She rolled her socks down further, and saw that they seemed to intensify toward her feet. Rolling her socks back up slowly, shaken by the sight of what now lie beneath them, she shivered, then groaned softly as she got to her feet, tripping clumsily as she did so.
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Name: Ashleigh Age: 15 Color: Violet Class: Shaman Weapon: Scythe. It's not an overly long scythe, but it's wickedly sharp, and possesses two blades instead of one--the second one can be removed and held by a separate, short handle (it interlocks into the main handle) in a pinch. If one were to look closely at it, it looks like a snake, with two oversized blade-fangs. Personality: Optimistic and driven, Ash is decisive and not one to second-guess herself..she's also one to see things through, even when the going gets difficult. Appearance: Medium height, with an average build. Toned limbs imply an active lifestyle...not that she remembers any of it. Damage Done: 12 Damage Taken: 25%, and now this?? Loot: 1 crystal
Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 1:13 am
There were far worse things than death. Far. Worse.
Orina met one of them as she looked up again to see the now painfully battered, broken and scared figure of her friend before her. Raked across with the same claws, oh so benevolent to leave her alive, but in a far worse condition. She seemed to be seeping away, using what little strength she had to hold herself together as she spoke. "Thanking... me..." The words fell from her stunned lips as she looked on, too broken and confused to move. She could only watch as the cracks spread, splintering further as she began to dissipate into nothing. "Ridley... Ridley. No. No don't..." She was begging as the last two words the girl would ever say seemed to escape her as the corners of her mouth curved up. So strong. Even in death Ridley tried so hard, attempting to remain. "Please..."
What could she do? What did she have left to do? Everything was gone. She was useless, utterly and completely. She stayed to protect someone and they died while she lived? How? Why? "Ridley... come back." Her voice cracked as she tried to beg to the empty space that had only seconds before faded to dust. She inched closer, arms outstretched as she tried to gather what was already gone. A feeble effort, one that earned her nothing as she once more lost her strength, slumping down to her knees. Fingers slowly drifted up each of her arms as she clutched at herself, as if trying to tightly hold something to her.
Trying not to lose what she had. "I don't want to lose you too... I'll forget... what if I forget?" She shook as she felt tears sliding down her cheeks, feeling utterly alone. Everyone was dying, it all seemed so lost. She couldn't do this. "Please... I don't want to be alone." A selfish request, but... she wasn't like them.
"I'm not strong." Even if she seemed it, she had to be honest with herself. She was weak. She wanted someone to make choices for her. That had always been the case hadn't it? She couldn't recall, but it seemed so. Tamara had told her to buck up, to make friends. She had... but now they were gone. She didn't know where to look for them. They'd gone off and Ridley wasn't around anymore to go with her. No the orange haired girl had perished. Smiling. Brave. Ready to meet an eternity for a fight worth fighting for.
"It's not worth losing everything though." She couldn't remember what it was she fought for. A promise to sacrifice herself. Yes. She didn't mind losing her own soul to this. "I didn't sign up for this... not for being left alone as they all died..." She sniffled further, curling into as small a ball as she could, a broken shattered doll that was trying to hold onto dust that never truly was. She... had nothing left.
Did she?
(( Feel free to interact with Orina at this point. She's just...gonna cry on the floor and pretend she's holding Ridley's dead body to her... or something. Yea. ))
Name: Orina Evein Age: 13 Race: Reaper // Mage (Wind) Color: Blue // Honesty Weapon: Dual Chakrams Appearance: 5'3" and seeming less and less sure of her abilities by the minute. She's a fairly standard build, with perhaps a touch more going on in the bust department than a normal thirteen year old? Damage Dealt: Fear Core Damage: 10% - ABOUT TO BREAK!? Items: 1 Crystal (USED)
She was distracted from the conversation by the transformation of the monster. She wasn't the only one distracted as everyone else in the room seemed to be observing the same occurrence. "What..?" Her purple eyes widened in shock upon seeing the transformation -- and the conversation that flowed between the two. "What does it mean..?" She didn't ask of anybody in particular although those around her could hear her question. The creature didn't deny any of her claims, inclining Luka to think she was right. It made sense when one thought about it. Why else would they wake up without any memories? Finally she spoke ".. So.. you lied to us after all." Of course, waving their memories as incentive for them to fight senseless creatures -- surely, that would be the most effective way to make use of them. They couldn't trust it. But on the other hand.. Luka couldn't completely bring herself to believe the other side either. Just moments before, she had been a monster attacking them. She didn't know who was speaking the truth here anymore. They might have both been lies.
Picking up her sword -- "Goddamnit!" The heavy weapon slammed into the ground beneath the force of her thrust. She was bent over, her fingers trembling as she held onto the handle of her weapon, refusing to see anything. "I don't care anymore." While she was hesitant in her actions, others had made their choices. Some left, some stayed to fight. And then.. other girl's screams and cries caused her to lift her head. Those who stayed, right in front of her eyes, they disappeared -- one after another. She hadn't cared about them at all at the beginning. She didn't care for many of them personally even now. But seeing so many deaths, their pointless deaths, tears began to stream down from her eyes. "I-it's.. not.. right."
Would she end up in the same way if she stayed..? To take up this alternate path for a supposedly peaceful life? To stay here and continue to fight when darkness only seemingly laid ahead?
"I can't run away from this." She brushed her tears away with her arm, remembering what she said earlier. She couldn't let these emotions interfere with her ability to fight. She would be damned if she died because of that.
Incensed with anger at being used, frustration in being unable to do anything for the people around her, she looked back at the white bunny to clarify, "Don't misunderstand you filthy white thing. I'm choosing to stay because I want to take care of you next."
Without waiting for an answer, she lifted her sword to run towards the enemy. "DIE!" She looked nearly half crazed, hitting at it regardless of the damage done back to her. Each though blow pierced her own heart, she didn't let up on the relentless assault.
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"Even if the entire world should turn against you, I'll always believe in you." Somebody she loved very much tugged on her hand to pull her into their warm chest. "I promise." She had never wanted to let go of them.
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"We're sorry. They didn't survive." An image of doctors.. causing Luka to break out into a cold sweat. She hated hospitals, everything about it; the scent, the doctors and nurses, the sickly people caused a swelling anxiety inside of her. No, this shouldn't be happening..! They had made a promise! "I'll come home early today." They had promised. Instead of arriving though, a phone call from the hospital had come. She felt as if she would go crazy from the grief.
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"I promised, didn't I?"
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Name: Luka Color: Red Class: Mage / Fire Weapon: Giant Sword
