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Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

zen had finally found her after a few minutes of looking through almost 500 different cameras he found her"the raining yard?...why was she there?" he zoomed the image "she looks tired...might she have been training?...but for what?"
 
Well then...


How exactly was she to do this? Her arm probably wouldn't heal in a few minutes, and no way in a day.



Her gun would be useless, without a hand to aim properly with. Shit. She like her gun over her other weaponry anyway... Either way, what she planned on doing might not involve too much fighting.



This time disregarding any doctors that might be there, Amelia pulled the IV needle from her wrist and wrapped the wound in ice-thread bandages, with the hopes of keeping pain at bay by numbing it.



Not only did she have a very useless hand, but she'd have to leave her sister behind as well. She had been returned to her place next to the bed that was Amelia's, apparently alive? She assumed so, due to the fact that they hadn't thrown her out.



In reality, the Sin's heart was just about a third of the way to returning to fully functional. A few more hours, and she would probably be up, although very dizzy. Though the healing was slowed by the drip of painkiller tied to her wrist, an afterthought in case she should wake up before her heart was completely reconstructed. The thing the doctors were unaware of the was the apparent issue with her core concerning her accelerated healing. Something was wrong so as to cause wounds a bit of a delay in healing. As a sin, nothing but a strike to the core could kill her. Even so, she could be put down for a while, such as now.


Now, was there any vehicle that could be driven with one hand..? Might as well keep a promise.


In a few minutes, Amelia had managed to find a snowmobile, little-used as most residents in the glass base didn't often make excursions. Quickly, she reentered the base to find Chamomile, who was busy yet again rocketing down hallways and tripping into doors and walls. The assassin's voice could be heard by anyone willing to listen as she tried to scoop up the kitten to return her to their room. 'Hey-- Cammy! No, no, no no no, don't do that, nope! Don't bother anyone, be care--' She was interrupted by another thump of a kitten's body ramming excitedly into another wall.
 
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Aura had gone to the wash room and had washed his face then inspected himself in the mirror. The years had changed him a lot. He no longer looked like the kid who had joined Weave more than five years ago.
 
(Sorry for OOC in IC but Time Skip to Abel's base for Ghost Yato/Yaboku and Zen?)
 
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zen would have to do something about asilia' situation a little later she didn't seem t be in any imminent danger and he would always have a way of knowing where she was and what she was doing just in case. if push came to shove he could use the cameras alternate function to save her
 
"Let's create our own diversion... Zen jump out now... Go find Asilia I'll finish my buisness, meet me at the front gates in 45 minutes... I'll find the garage and my targets." Yaboku smirked. He put the net earbud on and shoved Zen out of the jeep. He set the car in full speed into the front gates. He jumped out also. It slammed into the gates breaking it open. Since the castle was made out of glass and mirrors Yaboku threw a C4 at the wall and it exploded and broke a hole into the castle. He ran off and broke into a vent that went inside. He travelled throughout the base slowly
 
Ghost had already gotten the Wraiths to leave the entrance, and there was a clear path to where Amelia was. One thing was wrong, though. He was unable to stop the wandering Abel from running into either of the Weavers.
 
zen rolled as he hit the ground. "ow...dammit that caught me off guard,he pushed me while i wasn't looking..." zen sighed as he stood and brushed himself off "and asilia isn't eve here!....well i might as well scatter some cameras around the enemy base" he said as he walked into the gates making sure to be observant. even if ghost came here before hand to draw away any attention that might be on them he would still be cautious"well lets get to it!" he stepped into the enemy base and began placing the cameras
 
In ten hours, Amelia had already set off and was long gone by the time the weavers had made it to the base. She had not taken the most direct route, by pure luck some would say.


She had taken off after securing Chamomile in their room with a warmed dish of milk, a pillow to sit atop, and a blanket. To any who wandered by the room,
very loud purring would be heard.


Amelia herself had changed into another replica of her outfit, though now the colors of her sweater were reversed. Cream base, blue trim, Grey-blue scarf. After ten hours, it was well into the night, which suited the assassin better than the brightly-lit alternative. Swerving to avoid stones hiding beneath the snow, she hid the snowmobile among the trees of the forest and continued on foot, letting both darkness and the white-ish sweater against white snow hide her until she was able to sneak to the front gate. She didn't dare enter yet.



Leah was still stuck in the hospital-y area, and her heart was still hours away from beating again. She still looked almost dead at this point, and would probably be mistaken as such had it not been established that her core was still active, trying to heal her.
 
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"Well I found one of them..." Yaboku sighed. He found Leah. Nearly dead. Yaboku dropped from the Vent."If I am correct, I saw another vehicle going the other way. And by the looks of it I could not find her. What a sibling huh... Leaving her sister here to Die..." He examined Leah to see her status. He was struggling to move his arm to Sekki. Yato was preventing him. He kept trying but his muscles were still.
 
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(Kiritsu, the vehicle didn't take the same route. You wouldn't have seen it. That was even specified.) Asilia woke slowly, all her muscles ached from the intence training. She tried, but couldn't make her threads work now. She was too tired.
 
Xillia had been searching the base for the whole 10 hours surprisingly, looking for Ghost. She was starting to get worried. She hadn't run into Revnoir or Ghost. She ran around the base, seriously lost and wishing she had either of the previously mentioned individuals.
 
Having made her way upon the darkened battlements, Amelia spied a tiny figure in the courtyard below. Yes! That had to be the little girl, could hardly be anyone else.


With caution, she used a kind of grappling hook of icy threads to reach the girl. She approached her cautiously, but tried to turn the mask of nervousness at being caught into one that spoke of worry for the girl. She spoke in a loud whisper when she was close enough,



'Asilia, Asilia! Are you alright? You have to go, this place is more dangerous than you think. Than Aura even knows..!' She made the matter sound as urgent as possible, as if there might be a nuclear bomb hidden away beneath the castle.
 
Knowing now that the girl probably wouldn't try to instantly attack her, Amelia stepped closer after giving an exaggerated glance around, superfluous for two reasons. One was to impress upon how immediately dangerous the matter must be, and second because she had little peripheral vision, missing an eye and all.


'Do you remember those people I was fighting before? One of them tried to hurt you. Those people can hurt you here, but if we get you out of this place then you'll be far safer.'


She had a miniature conspiracy mapping itself out in her head already, but it disappointed her that she'd have to dumb the story down for the little girl. Still, at least she wasn't making everything up. The few wounds from that battle, caused by the girl herself, ached as Amelia kneeled down next to her.
 
"That seems highly illogical ma'am. I'm safest here with daddy and mommy and uncle Rev-war, and uncle Zen." Asilia said. She didn't want to be rude.
 
Annoying...


'They've been tricked by bad people who have the power to hurt you. They probably plan on eliminating them all, one at a time before trying to take your life.'


Well, that would be a typical tactic... Use things like concentrated viruses, make it look like they just got sick... At least the girl probably didn't have the capacity to question schemes as elaborate as the ones that actually existed.
 
(Looks like she was never taught schooling by a Tsukiborodo.)


"Ma'am, are you okay? Have you suffered any head trauma? We have people who can treat you in the medical wing. Please follow me?"
 
Hopefully, this won't resort to violence... Amelia began to recall why exactly she disliked dealing with people. A quick glare slipped through for only an instant before it was replaced again. Looks like she'd have to make something up... The girl had been unconscious when her threads went mad, hadn't she? Amelia pulled up her left sleeve to reveal the icy bandaging, through which a small bit of blood had begun to seep.


'It's dangerous here, even in the med-center. Asilia, those people have gotten themselves free reign over this whole place. Anywhere you or I can go, they can go to, unless we leave. They could probably hurt you even more if we wait. Aura trusts people he shouldn't trust.'


That last statement was horribly true. Why, she remembered just days ago, approaching the makeshift base of weave and walking right on in...
 
"Okay.... But I need to tell my mommy.... She needs to be safe too." Asilia said, watching the woman carefully. She has seen the glare she gave.
 
Asilia knew something was up now, but she couldn't defend herself. She was just a small child with no weapon. And her threads were too tired to work for her now. She had to find an adult somewhere. Anyone she knew she could trust. She just had to get away from misses eyepatch.
 
Alright, that was it. Amelia couldn't stand the kid at this point. Hoping nobody was spying, she dropped her facial animation completely. No good, no bad, just... Dull.


Quickly, thought, threads wrapped themselves around Asilia's mouth, nose, ankles and wrists to keep her from moving and, temporarily, breathing and crying out. Until the child would fall unconscious, she'd regrettably have to make her hold her breath. With her one arm, she slung the child over her shoulder and, with effort, mad her way back to the snowmobile upon which she dropped Asilia, though carefully so as not to hurt her.
 
Asilia panicked. She couldn't breath, couldn't scream, couldn't run, couldn't fight back, or could she? She knew that if enough force was exerted into a weakspot on the thread it would break and cause greap pain. She bit with all her might, hopping it would do the trick.
 
The assassin gasped and flinched at the sting of breaking threads, but quickly got over it. With a growl she raised one hand over the girl, but with much effort kept herself from slapping Asilia. She simply let more threads replace the ones broken, and let them pale icy threads tighten themselves. A few even laced about the girl's neck to try and ensure that she would fall unconscious at least eventually before Amelia took her own place on the vehicle, using her threads to steer in place of her one useless hand, which she braced against the girl to keep her from falling.


(AH screw this too many a-names. ;
;)
 
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