Writhing, wriggling, wrath
Astarte
Lady Astarte. That was who she was now. After so much bullshit, she had finally been given her chance to shine.
And they'd told her to stay home.
She'd been given a holy weapon pretty quickly, but not to use in battle. She had been tasked with peacekeeping right back where she started. It remained to be seen whether or not that would prove worth her abilities. Nyna being gone left Hell open to lawlessness, but few would dare incite the Dame's wrath for fear of being hunted down when she returned. That left little to do.
There was the matter of the mysterious Esteemed One that Solamon had fought, but Astarte didn't have any leads. Looking into it was probably better than doing nothing, and if she did succeed it was sure to earn her a lot of influence. So it was just about the only option she had for the time being.
Guided by the inky black
Shinko
Shinko looked puzzled for a moment. "What do you- Ohhhh." she smiled mischievously, "You got it Lunete, I'll go help out." Confidently, Shinko walked into the room.
"Oh, Shinko, great timing." Shinko had barely made it through the door before Darva, on of the women assigned to the hellish room, dropped a stack of papers in her arms. "These all need filed, go sort them for me, will you?"
Shinko had no idea how to sort any of the files, but she wasn't about to let Lunete down, so she nodded affirmatively anyway. "I'm on it, Darva." She nearly dropped the entire stack as she clumsily attempted a salute.
What Hope have you?
Jessie
Farore gave Jessie an annoyed look. "You shouldn't lie, Not-Alice." she said, "I don't mind, because I can tell, but other people might get mad."
Farore ducked into the alley before Jessie even had a chance to tell her where it was. Hellia was waiting there and the look on her face showed more than a little disdain for having to wait so long.
"What took you so long?" she asked. Her words were the verbal equivalent of being crushed by a wall of knives.
What Luck to spare?
Yava
"Chancellor Supreme, we have news from the front." a scrawny young man held out a letter for Chancellor Valdati, who took it with a smile and a nod of dismissal.
She read the letter, then handed it to Sola. She would surely have relayed the information herself, but the ugly scar on her throat spoke more than she ever could. It was likely for the best, as even the Dame Supreme was struck speechless by the contents of the letter.
Yava wasn't exactly privy to such correspondences. She was only even allowed in the same room as the Chancellor because her power was potentially useful to foiling would-be assassins. there was, however, one exception.
"I have some unfortunate news, Yava." Sola said solemnly, "It seems our good friend Lady Erina has been felled in battle."
The stench of blood
Mia
The stench of vomit mixed with her tears to overwhelm the smell of death. She only wished that had been the cause. She swallowed down another heave of bile as she thought about it. It was horrific, what she'd become. A true monster. Any illusion that she meant anything had been swept away as part after part was replaced with those not her own. How could her existence have any real worth if it could be replaced so easily?
No one else mattered, it had been utter foolishness to consider that she might.
Unprepared, meaningless
Monika and Kirari
One of the guards smiled. "Oh, you must have missed the memo." he said, "Yeah the analysis briefing was gonna be upstairs, but the director moved it into the underground facility at the last minute." he explained, "You should still make it if you run, it's down in, uhhhh... Lab 13?" he shot a glance at his partner.
"Don't look at me." the other man shrugged.
"Right, well, it's probably lab 13." the guard shrugged, "Close by at least."
Chaos squared
What?
"You shouldn't make assumptions." she says. Her words are vague and intentionally confusing. She smiles wryly to herself, knowing full well what sort of reaction they'll prompt. She works hard to ensure that no answer exists without questions, taking great care that even mistakes made in impulse are twisted into further confusion. Perhaps this is the end, or perhaps the beginning. Either way, it won't be long now. "I bet you didn't see this one coming." she says with a mischievous giggle.
O avatar, my Cath-Helel
Ginevra
Ginevra screamed, as one would expect her to, given the situation. It wasn't every day the strongest warrior in the world broke in through your kitchen window. She attempted to ward off the intruder with pots and pans, but they were harmless against Lily's metallic skin. When that proved fruitless, she resigned herself to her fate.
"Have you considered what I said last time?" Lily asked the Katrian girl.
"Of course not." Ginevra answered firmly.
That was a lie, obviously. Even if Ginevra thought Lily was crazy, which she did, you didn't just ignore it when someone claimed to be a goddess and asked you to join them in a game for the fate of the world. Especially not when the speaker seemed so sad and alone. Ginevra felt pretty bad for Lily, the metal girl had clearly been through a lot. Enemy warrior and delusions aside, Ginevra actually thought she seemed rather nice.
"Please listen, I'm serious." Lily pleaded.
"I know you are. It's just..." Ginevra reached out to give her a reassuring touch. She didn't know if she could help, but she felt she had to try.
"Don't touch me!" Lily swatted her arm aside with enough force that Ginevra was spun sideways and fell to the floor.
It hurt like fuck, but Ginevra bit her lip. She knew she had to, somehow she knew. If she screamed, Lily would run. Ginevra couldn't let that happen, not after seeing the panic in Lily's eyes. She had already wanted to help, now she knew she had to help.
"I'm sorry." Lily said, "I just... I want you to decide for yourself. If you touch me, that can't happen."
Still holding back a wail of agony, Ginevra smiled. "I'll be alright. I can still hear you out, okay?"
Lily looked surprised at Ginevra's sudden change in tone. Given their last meeting had ended similarly to how this one began, it was a bit out of the blue for Ginevra to start playing nice. "No." she said as calmly as she could muster, "Not this time. I don't want to make the same mistakes I always do. I hurt you, that's not okay. I want you to hear me out, but not until after I right that wrong."
The time has come
Silvia
Mirala closed the file cabinet she'd been rifling through, H3, and opened the one immediately below it, F14.
"That's fine." she said with a distracted wave, "Let me know if you find anything interesting."
Files for events were few and far between, and with the utter disarray, hunting them down was a painful experience. Still, Silvia did manage to collect a few she thought might be useful. One file seemed to be about the Katrian storming of the capital, reading the Lanican version of those events would surely be interesting. There was a file that looked to be related to acquiring holy weapons at a glance, learning about Lanican meisters was sure to be useful. And then there was a file on a dispute with the Eden cult that Ishma had mentioned.
It wasn't a lot of information, but Silvia wasn't likely to find much more scouring through the events files. At least with information so sparse, she would certainly be able to get through them all with time to spare, she just had to pick which to read first.
Regret it all
Kallisto
Kallisto fled higher as Cath-Helel transformed. She was prepared to deal with a Knight, but she wasn't about to be an idiot. It had taken her millenia to acquire a mere scrap of unpenned Truth, she would not waste it here.
How many were left? Allia, Cath-Helel, Jane, the bitch that stabbed her, and a healer. More than she would have liked at this stage, but nowhere near enough to stop her.
Cath-Helel lashed out with her tentacles. She couldn't reach Kallisto with them physically, but she was barely a physical manifestation in the first place. Watery extensions exploded from the tips, and Kallisto just barely managed to dodge them. This Cath-Helel was fast, she must have given a lot. There was no point in trying to deal with the oversized octopus, it would take far too long to kill. She would prioritize her-
Kallisto's thoughts were interrupted by a bullet glancing off her light barrier. Angrily, she whipped around to see Jane firing at her. It was enough distraction for Cath-Helel's next attack slammed into her back and knock her from the sky. She was getting really tired of being knocked from the sky today.
"Enough games." she growled. A weapon launched out of her reservoir and she used the momentum of catching it to right herself. A small dagger, it seemed unassuming, but it was actually one of the stronger weapons she'd acquired over the years. All she had to do was drop it at the right time, and Allia would surely die.
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