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Bayonetta and W̸̨̻̗̯͔̪̱̦̱̖̮͕̖̗̯͔͐ï̴̛̘͕͓̝͒̀̇̚͜l̷̡̯̝̣̩̼͓̬͉̮͚͚̝̺̮̼̩̆̈͘ḻ̵̤̩̤̤͉͚̯͔͉͚̖͓͇̣͇̬͐̊ö̷̤͚͓̹̹̳̳̼̖͔̣͇́̈́̋̈́̃̉͋͒͂͌̉̑͌̀͝ͅͅẅ̶̢̡̹̺̦̦̝̹̹́̔̃͑̾̒̚͝
Bayonetta's Status: N/A (next post i swear)
Willow's Status: Ś̷̰̹͓͙h̸̢̥̩̺̳͚́͐́́̈́̋̃e̷̦̼̍̒͛͑̍͐̂̚'̵͚͋̋ŝ̷̡͎̌͗̓́͠ ̶̰̫̲̪͍̍͜g̴̯͇͖̙̩̳͉̩͊̉͌͛̈͌ơ̸̛̰̣͈͎̰̱͈͇͑̑̇̒͐͠n̸̲͇̞̥͉͒̾͜ͅe̶͍̱̗̣̻͎̼̭̒.̶̹̣̭̿̏̉̋͗̀̆
Health: D̷̛̗̪̝̞̟̾̌̕e̸̞̤̤̔̆á̷̱ḓ̷̨͓̱́̍́̿̔̓͌̀/̵̖͙̦̫̖̭̪͌͋̀̄̀1̷̗͙̯̱̖͈̌̂̏̈͒͘5̸̨̱̗̔̉́̔͂͗͠0̴̙͍͈͓̃̆̉͊̃͜ ̴̡̥̪̝̪̣͌̈́̋͊͝ͅ
Hunger: S̴̢̛̺͇̙̜͇̯̦͔̻͎̩͊͂̓̐́̈́̍͑̆͊̚͜͝ṱ̴̢̨̛͔͎̟͔̣̬̗̠̗͔̍̈́̇̂̋̈͒̀̅̃͆̐̀͝͠͝a̶͍̹̞̱̺̣̪̻͔͖̦̰̟̒̎̾̍̄̈͆́͘̚͝͠ͅr̶̨̻͔͚̺̪͔̱̝͓͉͖͚̖̬̔͋̀̀͒̈́̉̈́v̸̨̢̩̺̳̩̗͙̈́̀̌̋̒͒̀̒̈̏͂̽̈̏̊͘͝ḛ̶̡̨͓̬͍̰͖̤͇̳̹̣͒̎̓̓͐̓̄̅͊̈́̍̐͘͠ͅď̸͚͙͔̦͊̋̈́͘̕͘/̷̧͖̥̟̥̻͈̩̬͇͈̜͈̙̹͑͊̓̐́̃̃͌̒̔̔́̓̎̂̑1̷̧̡̪̮͙̠̰̳͓͎͚̻̲̟̳̃̈́̌̎̉̅͗͐̒̂̅̓̆͐̅5̵̛̼̾̅̽̽̎̿̏̈͂̄͐̃0̴̢̻̩̤̺̦̜̞̉̽̌̾͊́̀͂
Sanity: Ḭ̶̡̢̗̗͙̱̹͙̲͒̅͛̑̽͛͠͠ǹ̶̨̡̢̘͈͓̹̲͚̤̼̭͎̖̥̏͐͜͝s̸̨͈̙͑̊͌͝a̷̖̟̺̱̘̝̖̻͔̤̙͈̟̮̺̝̓͐̂̀̓̂̒̇̈́̕͘͠ņ̸̨̧̰̭̻̱̭̲͙̥̹͇̔͛̌̍̿̋͌̑̅̽͐̽͊̊͌̕ͅe̶̡̢̢̧̛͚̱̹̜̫͚̬͕̍̍̓̍̓̕͝͝/̶̩̬̰̝̰̹̜͉̟̳̳̰͖̉͊̎̈́̆̑͆͊̓̃͝ͅ1̵͓̫̼͗̚̕2̴̗̙̫̣͈̘̟͛̂̑̊̔̆̑͆͝0̵̳̊̉̏̈́̌
Bayonetta's Interactions: N/A
Willow's Interactions: B̷̬̞͒̀́̌͂̃̓͝u̴̡̢̦̩͛̒͊̓̀͝ͅṯ̴̛͇̥̤͚͆͌̔̍̂̄̕ ̷̲͉̥̣͉̇͊͛̄̄͝ͅǹ̵̛̬̟͔͓̦̽̿͆̒̍o̵̟̼͆̅̓͂̐b̸̖̯͔͔̺͑̈́̅̈̌͑̇̎ǫ̶̖̭̪̳̣̦̎͗d̷̛̰̺̭̝̻̯̫̈͛̉̄͝ͅy̴̢̧̲͉͆͊̋́̂̈́͠͠ ̵̧̨̞̣͎͔̈͜ͅç̴̪͉͖̯͎̤͌̂͆̿̑͑̕a̵̠͒̇̽̋̓m̴̜̠̥̗̰̯̓̍̓̂́̓̓̓ͅê̴̪̝͚̫͋̾́ͅ.̵̩͎͈̀̕
Willow decided to stick around and not go into the portal, initially content with sticking around the bridge. But as soon as Sage began asking about everyone wanting him to leave, she made a quick beeline for the elevator. For one thing, she still didn't know how to feel about the whole situation, for another really wasn't over the whole "no mutual interest in fire" thing. She did want to see what was going on in the dock anyways, so why not? It was two tallbirds with one fire. Willow quietly slipped into the elevator, and after a few minutes of confusedly looking at the buttons managed to figure out which one went to the dock. She then stood quietly, holding her things and thinking about a nice warm campfire. Things were going well.
Then the elevator gave a violent lurch and began to slow down. Willow had never been in an elevator before, so it might've been a normal thing. But a small seed of worry hung around in the back of her mind, wondering if this was really normal. The elevator came to a stop, but the doors didn't open. Wasn't that the whole point of an elevator? Press a button, go to a floor, the doors open? Willow gave a few cautious taps on the door and was given a few violent thuds on the roof of the elevator in response. Something was trying to get into the elevator. Banging violently, the pyromaniac raised her beloved wand up in response, ready to respond to whatever threat would make its way in. A thud louder than all the rest followed suit, and the lights quickly flickered and went out. No, this definitely didn't feel right. The noises got louder and louder, the elevator even giving a few more violent lurches as whatever it was tried to make a way in. A loud screech filled the air as her attacker finally cut a way into the elevator, and Willow launched a large fireball at whatever or whoever dared.
The next person who summoned the elevator would find it's interior heavily damaged. The roof was torn violently open, it's exterior heavily dented. Both of the doors looked like something had been repeatedly slammed into it, resulting in the doors not closing quite right. The interior was covered with heavy burn marks and indescribable scratches and punctures of all shapes and sizes. Were they from claws? A sword? A dagger? A spear? Perhaps some bullets were at play? It was nigh-impossible to tell what exactly had happened to cause this level of damage, except that it was some kind of conflict. The only thing certain besides that was that Willow had been involved, her beloved bear Bernie sitting damaged in the middle of the elevator, clearly needing a needle and thread or two for some repairs. The pyromaniac herself was nowhere to be found in the elevator or its shaft, making the horrid truth absolutely certain.
W̶̨̭̊̃̊͗̓͗͛̀͋į̷̨̧̲̩̱̗̱̳̤͎͔͓̬͍͛̒͌̓l̷̢͇͇͎̦̤͕̤͍͎̹̏̈́͜l̸̦͙̟̼͙̮͍̽̐̽̅̑͘ơ̵̖̾̈́̾̋̎̾͆͐̔̀̓͗̋̾͗w̶̨̱̙̗͕͉̙̱͕̮̺̻̙̽̎͆̂̑̈́͑̂̓͒̓͝ͅ ̴̧̛̼̺͖̹͕̣͎̰̮̟̈́͑͗͊̍̇̆͂̅ͅͅw̶̟̟͕͍̞̙͇̞̦͖͉͑̅͋̈́̒̏͑̑̿͗͐̓̍́͆̚̕a̷̧̛̤͈̟̮̞͕̦̱͛̊̾̽̊͊̆̋̓̓̅͝s̵̨̛̻̖̯̞̠̩̯̤̦̦͎̣̋̏͗̅̑̄͒̍̕̚͘͜͝ ̴̛̜̪͔̈̉́̀̑̃̈́̾͋̒͋͝g̶̭̃̈́̌͌̐̋̄̀̾̈́̿ ̶̢̢̢͎͎̓́̕o̶̧̤̪̤͇̱͉͓̹̙͙̬̪͔̅̇́̓͋̅̈́̾̚͘͝ ̴̧̞̩̦͔̼͍̲̪̙̠͖̲̝̒̓n̶̨̡̦̥̱̩̤̓̎̇̔̂́͝ ̶̧̨̮͚̗̯̲͇̖̋̀̈͆ȅ̴̢̦͕̲͓̱͓̗̟̬͇̯͗̈́̽̃̃̕͜͝͝.̸̛̘̠̳͍̟̠̙͓͙͍̺̲͚̫͊͆̈́̈́͋̄̔̍
(i will no longer be roleplaying willow as a character, expect a new sheet for my second soon)
Bayonetta's Status: N/A (next post i swear)
Willow's Status: Ś̷̰̹͓͙h̸̢̥̩̺̳͚́͐́́̈́̋̃e̷̦̼̍̒͛͑̍͐̂̚'̵͚͋̋ŝ̷̡͎̌͗̓́͠ ̶̰̫̲̪͍̍͜g̴̯͇͖̙̩̳͉̩͊̉͌͛̈͌ơ̸̛̰̣͈͎̰̱͈͇͑̑̇̒͐͠n̸̲͇̞̥͉͒̾͜ͅe̶͍̱̗̣̻͎̼̭̒.̶̹̣̭̿̏̉̋͗̀̆
Bayonetta's Interactions: N/A
Willow's Interactions: B̷̬̞͒̀́̌͂̃̓͝u̴̡̢̦̩͛̒͊̓̀͝ͅṯ̴̛͇̥̤͚͆͌̔̍̂̄̕ ̷̲͉̥̣͉̇͊͛̄̄͝ͅǹ̵̛̬̟͔͓̦̽̿͆̒̍o̵̟̼͆̅̓͂̐b̸̖̯͔͔̺͑̈́̅̈̌͑̇̎ǫ̶̖̭̪̳̣̦̎͗d̷̛̰̺̭̝̻̯̫̈͛̉̄͝ͅy̴̢̧̲͉͆͊̋́̂̈́͠͠ ̵̧̨̞̣͎͔̈͜ͅç̴̪͉͖̯͎̤͌̂͆̿̑͑̕a̵̠͒̇̽̋̓m̴̜̠̥̗̰̯̓̍̓̂́̓̓̓ͅê̴̪̝͚̫͋̾́ͅ.̵̩͎͈̀̕
Willow decided to stick around and not go into the portal, initially content with sticking around the bridge. But as soon as Sage began asking about everyone wanting him to leave, she made a quick beeline for the elevator. For one thing, she still didn't know how to feel about the whole situation, for another really wasn't over the whole "no mutual interest in fire" thing. She did want to see what was going on in the dock anyways, so why not? It was two tallbirds with one fire. Willow quietly slipped into the elevator, and after a few minutes of confusedly looking at the buttons managed to figure out which one went to the dock. She then stood quietly, holding her things and thinking about a nice warm campfire. Things were going well.
Then the elevator gave a violent lurch and began to slow down. Willow had never been in an elevator before, so it might've been a normal thing. But a small seed of worry hung around in the back of her mind, wondering if this was really normal. The elevator came to a stop, but the doors didn't open. Wasn't that the whole point of an elevator? Press a button, go to a floor, the doors open? Willow gave a few cautious taps on the door and was given a few violent thuds on the roof of the elevator in response. Something was trying to get into the elevator. Banging violently, the pyromaniac raised her beloved wand up in response, ready to respond to whatever threat would make its way in. A thud louder than all the rest followed suit, and the lights quickly flickered and went out. No, this definitely didn't feel right. The noises got louder and louder, the elevator even giving a few more violent lurches as whatever it was tried to make a way in. A loud screech filled the air as her attacker finally cut a way into the elevator, and Willow launched a large fireball at whatever or whoever dared.
The next person who summoned the elevator would find it's interior heavily damaged. The roof was torn violently open, it's exterior heavily dented. Both of the doors looked like something had been repeatedly slammed into it, resulting in the doors not closing quite right. The interior was covered with heavy burn marks and indescribable scratches and punctures of all shapes and sizes. Were they from claws? A sword? A dagger? A spear? Perhaps some bullets were at play? It was nigh-impossible to tell what exactly had happened to cause this level of damage, except that it was some kind of conflict. The only thing certain besides that was that Willow had been involved, her beloved bear Bernie sitting damaged in the middle of the elevator, clearly needing a needle and thread or two for some repairs. The pyromaniac herself was nowhere to be found in the elevator or its shaft, making the horrid truth absolutely certain.
W̶̨̭̊̃̊͗̓͗͛̀͋į̷̨̧̲̩̱̗̱̳̤͎͔͓̬͍͛̒͌̓l̷̢͇͇͎̦̤͕̤͍͎̹̏̈́͜l̸̦͙̟̼͙̮͍̽̐̽̅̑͘ơ̵̖̾̈́̾̋̎̾͆͐̔̀̓͗̋̾͗w̶̨̱̙̗͕͉̙̱͕̮̺̻̙̽̎͆̂̑̈́͑̂̓͒̓͝ͅ ̴̧̛̼̺͖̹͕̣͎̰̮̟̈́͑͗͊̍̇̆͂̅ͅͅw̶̟̟͕͍̞̙͇̞̦͖͉͑̅͋̈́̒̏͑̑̿͗͐̓̍́͆̚̕a̷̧̛̤͈̟̮̞͕̦̱͛̊̾̽̊͊̆̋̓̓̅͝s̵̨̛̻̖̯̞̠̩̯̤̦̦͎̣̋̏͗̅̑̄͒̍̕̚͘͜͝ ̴̛̜̪͔̈̉́̀̑̃̈́̾͋̒͋͝g̶̭̃̈́̌͌̐̋̄̀̾̈́̿ ̶̢̢̢͎͎̓́̕o̶̧̤̪̤͇̱͉͓̹̙͙̬̪͔̅̇́̓͋̅̈́̾̚͘͝ ̴̧̞̩̦͔̼͍̲̪̙̠͖̲̝̒̓n̶̨̡̦̥̱̩̤̓̎̇̔̂́͝ ̶̧̨̮͚̗̯̲͇̖̋̀̈͆ȅ̴̢̦͕̲͓̱͓̗̟̬͇̯͗̈́̽̃̃̕͜͝͝.̸̛̘̠̳͍̟̠̙͓͙͍̺̲͚̫͊͆̈́̈́͋̄̔̍
(i will no longer be roleplaying willow as a character, expect a new sheet for my second soon)
