Even though she resisted, her emotions overwhelmed her body. Her movements were slower, her blows losing their force. From the corner of her eye, she could see the ??? retaliate. Move.. MOVE! Even though she ordered her body to do so, it was far too late -- she was struck by it's claw and sent flying to the side. Her body rolled once.. twice.. before she came to a stop. She felt herself slip in and out of blackness, her mind refusing to let her sleep across all this madness. Coughing from the pain, she tried to pick herself up. Her hands pushed up.. and she saw the black cracks. Her eyes followed the black cracks, seeing them form all over her body. Hopelessness flickered throughout her, realizing that she couldn't return to her normal state.
"So there were side effects after all.." She said bitterly to herself. Even if she didn't fully understand what that monster had done to her, it was enough. Her sword laid a few feet away from her.. her body seemed so weak that she had to drag herself over to it.
"At least I didn't die.." She told herself, sitting up, clinging onto her weapon to keep herself steady. But somehow, it was little consolation that she was still alive in this state. She still needed to take care of her business -- namely killing that white creature -- but she couldn't muster enough strength to even stand. "What's happening to me?" It felt like her entire consciousness, her entire body was held precariously over a cliff. If she lost any more control over herself, then she might lose herself..? "Remember.." She held her hand to her forehead as if she could steady her consciousness.
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Name: Luka Color: Red Class: Mage / Fire Weapon: Giant Sword
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 1:24 am
Looking around, Ashleigh spotted Orina, who looked...well, broken...just not physically. She staggered in that direction, breathing heavily by the time she got close enough to speak, and shivering more intensely, as well. So...cold now.
"Are you...okay?" The words were harsh to her own ears, as if her vocal cords had suffered the same abuse that the rest of her had. She could see that other girl was clearly not okay...but what did you say, in a situation like this anyway???
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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
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Words reached her as she was wallowing in a dark pit of sorrow. Her own self made hole that she kept digging, trying to bury her very being in it. She didn't deserve to live. She could do nothing right. Wasn't that why she'd made a pact? To protect something? She didn't have the details... but that promise with the thing. She'd made it to protect something... and here she was alive while the very things she sought to shelter and hold from harm were gone. What reason did she have to be if her sole purpose couldn't be met.
Her throat was dry, her vision a tunnel as she looked to the ground. It felt like there was nothing left to desire, to hope for. Even if the other girl's were alive... how could she face them. How could she tell Tamara that she'd let Ridley die? Right in front of her. She'd done nothing but look on in horror.
"Are you...okay?" The words spoken felt so far away as she remained still, almost as if she hadn't heard. One, two... ten seconds rolled by before the tear stained face lifted up to look at Ashleigh, another girl. She wasn't entirely well, but certainly better off than she. Still, she seemed not to have the strength of her own to try and worry about others. So why? "They're gone... they died." No. s**t. Sherlock. But that was the problem wasn't it? What else could she answer? "I couldn't protect them." Her voice grated against itself, broken and dry from the tears as well as her own condition. "I... would take her place if I could." Why hadn't it been her?
She wanted to know... as badly as she wanted to know why she'd been brought to such a place, to go through such a thing.
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)
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 3:19 am
Turning, Esme could see various girls in the crowd glance at her, or shout encouraging things themselves. She suddenly felt an incredible sense of pride in these strangers. I mean, look at them, a bunch of raggidy-a** kids, yeah kids, pulling themselves together and fighting these monsters. And, a lot of them were dying. Or were they? Esme couldn't even remember what dying was supposed to be like. But surely blood was supposed to be involved, right? Not ... crumbling to dust.
She wasn't sure, she couldn't say, she didn't understand. But what was new with that, it had been how she felt since she woke up. All she knew was that when they got through this, it would be better. It had to be! Even if the horrible little cat thing didn't tell them anything in the end, they could get out of here, find themselves again. And no way were those monsters to be trusted, not in a million years. Over her dead body, in fact, if it were to come to that. Again, she puffed herself up, as far as she would go, and turned back to the others, to cheer them on. One hand punched the air as she yelled at the top of her voice.
"Yeah! Yeah! We can do it, come on, kick that thing's a**! If we can destroy monsters like this, who knows what else we can do? I mean what's death compared to us? I'm not afraid to see what's after this, and you don't have to be either! Even if you disappear, I know we'll see each other again! You're all way too awesome to go away forever!"
And then there was nothing else to do but show these girls exactly what to do with actions, not words. Flipping down her sunglasses, she swung her bazooka up onto her shoulder. If we beat this monster down, we'll win. I know we will. That dumb creature recruited us for a reason, right? To win! She felt sure that this wasn't just the right path to take, but the only path.
The first blast of orange energy from her weapon made her stumble with the recoil, but she ignored it. Suddenly though, a memory tumbled through her mind, making her gasp. It was a good thing, really, that her eyes were covered with the opaque lenses that blocked her expression. The shock of it though, combined with the physical tiredness that was slowly starting to seep through her, still caused her to spasm and pull the trigger again.
As the second memory shook through her, she fought back a small cry. Her legs held but she was conscious of for a second, nearly falling over from the recoil of the attack, and from the memory that burst inside her head like an opening flower. This time though, her hand held firm. Physical and mental, she was prepared. She could do this she could do this she could do this. The last attack would show this piece of junk that she was no pushover.
"Nhhg ... that was nothing! Eat it! Sunny explosion!!"
The first and second memories were jarring and unexpected, but the third one, the third one was strength. The strength to not let go of her self control for an instant. Sure it was bittersweet and it hurt, but right now, everything hurt in a kind of numb, throbbing way. All that really got through to Esme was the reminder that she had agreed to do this. She had agreed to come here, wherever here was, and to fight these things. The Esme then was the same girl as the Esme now, and she believed in her own judgement. If not, then who could she trust?
With those thoughts burning hot in her mind, she braced herself against the attack when it came, staggering back a few paces but still spitting defiance. For a second time, her legs sagged but straightened up under the power of her determination. No way would she go down that easily! No, she would die swinging or not at all. The cracks on her legs didn't matter, or had to be some kind of illusion. People's bodies didn't do that. And if she wasn't people, well then applying words like 'death' or 'dying' when she didn't even know what she really was, wasn't going to help anyone.
Looking around, still itching to help, she spotted a girl sitting on the ground, covered in cracks and holding to her sword as a support. Shouldering her own weapon, she hurried over to help the girl up, pushing the feeling of coldness in herself to the back of her mind. No matter what was going on with her, there were others who clearly had it worse off.
"Good job! Nice fighting! Here, lemme help you up."
Hecate didn't know what to do. This...thing. The thing transformed and what she speaks....? Sounds just like the truth. Her words resonance within her.
But as another of those things appeared she decided to stay behind, thinking...if this one was to be defeated it may too, turn out like this thing. Maybe it was someone else altogether.
As Hecate raised her staff and delivered a blow, something hit within her.
"Wha-what?"
The first hit, she saw...a memory. Hecate felt the happiness flow through her. Although she can't the faces of those around her. She feels as though as if they are precious people.
Another hit and it did the same thing. But this time, a tinted sadness was felt through out. Though She couldn't here the words, tears started to flow from her eyes, for she felt that the words hurt so much.
"What is going on?" She yelled.
And a final blow to her opponent, she saw a scene through filtered lens. The ??? and her talking to it. A few muffled words, but....she still couldn't remember.
"Who was she?"
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Alicia Firestar
Name: Hecate Color: Green - Noble Class: Reaper - Shaman Weapon: Staff Dice Roll 1: 7 Dice Roll 2: 8 Dice Roll 3: 9 Dice Roll 4: 93 Crystals: 0 Loot: 0 Loot Used: 1
This was bad, they were actually dying. or some semblance of it. Melony looked to Zelda. "This will not go very well," she said, gripping the handle of her weapon tightly. What if we all loose?
Name:Melony Age: 15 Gem:Violet - Dedicated Class: Shaman Weapon: Gunscythe designed to feature her spirit at the hilt of the blade, wings spread and jaws wide as if its roar was producing the blade. Spirit:Amphithere
Personality: A girl who prefers to lend her strength at the front lines rather than at the back of the pack, Melony has no qualms against fighting. However she also fails to seek out help when she needs it. Status: This had better be worth fighting for.
She giggles brightly and pulls back once Tanith is back and ready to fight. Alice combs down her hair lightly and then tilts her head at the thought of being a sidekick. With another small giggle, she just smiles brightly and nods.
"Sure.. That's fine--" However she's interrupted by the being and the cat thing. Her head turns slowly to stare at this conversation they're having.. and gawks slightly. No..none of this is real? N-no that's can't be. Her head throbs in pain, and she clutches tightly at it with her free hand.
Fragments of memories being to scatter her mind. The pain only throbbing even more as she screams out in pain. Alice tries to ignore it-- tries not to fall forward. There's no possible way what that creature.. that lady? Whoever that thing is was saying is true! It's not possible! S-she.. she was just their enemy! She -hurt- People! No. That's not it. It must just be a trick.
The creature must just be testing everyone's will.. Alice slowly glances around when the throbbing pain finally settles down. But she sees some people actually leaving. And a loud gasp gets caught in her throat. She chokes on it and looks terrified. How could they believe that thing!? It.. she.. it just hurt them!
Her brows furrow and she clutches the lollipop with anger. Then another monster monster arrives. No, she's not going to follow the shewitch thing. No. She's going to do just as the cat suggested. She'll stay and fight. She. Will. Win.
"Tanith.. let's do this.."
Without waiting for a response, the candied magical girl rushes forward in attack. With ease, she applies the first attack. However, something sharp pulls at her mind right before she attacks. The pain is s wretched she could barely carry out the attack properly. The pull in her mind was determined to stop her from fighting. A Face.. something blurry rushes in front of her, but with how quickly it came, it disappeared just the same.
Alice shook her head,breath now staggered. She stood up and stared at her opponent. It's horrified figure makes her shudder in response. And she can only step back and remember the face that cried at her not to go. But.. who was that..?
That's when the monster roared loudly-- it snapped her out of her trance. She jumped backwards and lifted the lollipop into her second attack. There was no reason for her to feel bad about what she was doing! She's a Guardian.. just like Tanith said. A Guardian of Halloween. Everyone here fighting for their lives are Guardians.. they all suffered just as much as Alice has, and perhaps even more. There was no time thinking about that one painful memory. It's not very important anyway.
So Alice holds up her rod and begins to deliver her second attack. It's easier to hit this time, however the blow is weekend by another memory that pulls at her. This one is more painful than the first. She actually doubles over at remembering a wonderful day of the past. But faces were blurred to the point that it was just the same as any of the other memory fragments. The only difference between them is that this one filled hr heat with warmth.
Her frustration finally shows in her face as she tries to stand up. Why were the memories so broken to the point that they don't make any sense? What are they coming back to her for, they're just hindering her performance! She needs to make sure they can kill this thing. There's nothing to hurt them but the monster. And.. s.. so many people have already died.
Alice gasps as realizes that some of the other Guardian have fell to the wretched beast. They're gone.. Her free hand clutches at her chest and she chokes. So little time.. she didn't get a chance to talk to anyone other than Tanith.. She didn't get to meet the other magical girls.
Now the fight wasn't only for her own sake. Now it was a sake of revenge. How this monster can take lives left and fight. Innocent lives..
Alice lifts her lollipop up with determination now. This was going to be her finally.She screams "Melty Shot" into the air and the powerful cannon shoots out the gooey peppermints. Melting as they impacted on the monster.
It was a good attack. Tough. And as Alice smiles at her handiwork, she collapses under the finally memory: The Promise. The memory was just the same as the others. Fragmented and incomplete. But this was the most painful of them all. And she nearly shrieks out in pain. Quickly it subsides. And she lays there wondering what the others are doing. Hoping that she won't get hurt by the monster.. that it will ignore her even after that powerful attack. She didn't really hurt it after all.. she barely did any damage at all. It was.. just that last one. Yeah.
But the promise.. why couldn't she remember it fully?
Girls began to fall around her, break and shatter. Each one of them disappearing felt like a knife to her chest. Every single one of them was a potential friend, another lost soul whose memories were just beyond their grasp. The tightness grew and grew and while she had a choice to go with the strange woman... she just couldn't. Joce wasn't much of a leader and since none led the way with the woman, she stayed.
Tears budded in her eyes as through the crowds she'd seen Thalia fall. One of the few people she'd spoken too, bonded for only a short period of time. The girl felt guilty for losing them all in the crowd. If she'd been by her side.... would it have helped?
Her wand swung and feeble black-purple bolts shot towards the ever-fluctuating enemy. As her magic hit she remembered something which cause her to pause. "Ah..?" Sun. Grass. She was sure it was her family but... she couldn't remember their faces. She was young. Small. Happy.
Her eyes burned more as the tears started to flow faster. More girls fell and her chest tightened in almost unbearable tension. Had happiness been so long ago? So far away? She just didn't know. She swung her wand again and it almost sputtered in failure. Nothing but sparks shot towards the monster.
Another memory and Jocelyn almost doubled over as she clutched her chest. It was sadness and fear. Guilt. Someone was walking away. She was helpless, feeling responsible. The girl panted and choked out a sob as a memory of darkness, weight on her.. crying.. Her fault. She had to be better. She..
It was all just out of reach. The truth was painful. She.... didn't want to remember! Not if it hurt this much! She must have made a wish for a good reason. There had to be something, someone, to care for. There had to be a reason that she shouldered this burden voluntarily.
"I.. made a wish!" She cried out to no one. Perhaps to the woman who was trying to lead them away, perhaps to the strange creature who'd seemingly granted her this power. "I have to keep my promise.."
Her last attack was even feebler and as the young girl collapsed to her knees she remembered the promise. Almost.
Jocelyn was almost incapacitated by the pain of budding memories. She truly cared, whole heartedly, and to see them all dying just as their lives started to fit together again... it was too much.
The claws hit her square on and her wand spun out of her reach. The growing crack across her gem suddenly spiderwebbed and shattered. Cracks on her skin seemed to mirror them, shooting up her fingers in an unavoidable chain reaction. Her body was breaking apart, like a china doll, she collapsed and shattered.
Her promise... ah... Jocelyn's pale blue eyes were the last to go. Her eyes locked on something in the distance that was only visible to her. Her wish became clear.
As she blew away on the breeze her last thoughts were simple: Had it been fulfilled? Had it been worth it?
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Name:Jocelyn Age: 12 - and short Gem: Pink Race: Reaper - Mage (Dark) Weapon:Wand Damage Done Total: 8 Damage Taken:SHE DEAD
But her will was not strong enough. The pain throbbed all through out her body. Her eyes welled up with tears as the monster attacks her body and cracks begin to cover her everywhere. She chokes out a small sob and smiles weakly at Tanith. The tears streaming down her face. The small smile grows slightly.
How could she not worry, Thalia? Maybe she hadn't known these girls for a very long time, but... but...
Oh no! Was it like what Adelaide had said, that Thalia hadn't gotten a crystal? In her naivety, Kleio had automatically assumed that everyone had gotten one. Now wasn't that strange?
The appearance of the strange cloaked figure startled her but Kleio could only watch mutedly as it interacted with the mysterious creature from before. Humans? Halloween? More importantly, however, de... ceived?
Kleio hadn't exactly trusted the creature's words from the very beginning, and had always eyed it warily. After all, how could she trust something that was feeding her information when she didn't know anything except her name? Did it really... take away her memories? And everyone else's? Thalia, Adelaide, Joce...
T-this wasn't even her real body?!
It had been strange, hadn't it? Those blackish wounds, as if her skin was peeling away, that had also manifested itself in what had been called their soul gems...
False creations? A promise?
Something painful twisted in her chest and as she pressed a hand to it, a dull ache was throbbing away, her eyes filling with tears as the monster manifested itself yet again. Her wish? Fight? Again? All this was hurting her head, and Kleio had no idea what to do. People were shattering around her, and she could only watch in pain as one that she had known, by the name of Thalia, did the same and...
"I don't want to fight anymore." Kleio whispered, shaking her head. She didn't know what to believe. But she didn't want this, not when she remembered the pain and the injuries the first fight had brought-- she couldn't bear to see--
"A'qilah," She introduced herself with a curt nod, nodding again at Yara's comments regarding the odd creature that kept asking about their wish, "If only it would tell us what's going on..." She did not mind the fighting. What she did not appreciate was being asked to fight without knowing who the enemy is, or why they're fighting in the first place.
Wish? Promise? Those are just words without memories to back them up, and words mean nothing to her right now.
"... I'm going," She decided, looking at the girl who had so kindly showed her concern when she was hurt, "I feel like I can trust that stranger more than I can trust that... Creature." Even though it was really picking the lesser of two evils.
"Which ever path you choose... Thanks. For asking about my injury," She muttered with a frown before leaving, following the stranger.
