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Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

Yulier struggled, crying oceans per second as she kept kicking and trying to get away. "I have to save Aura..! I have to go get him!"
 
had had slipped away from the pair. there was obviously a connection between them."ill just leave them to it" said zen as he came back to the base
 
Revnoir stared at her for a long moment, blinking in confusion. He noticed Zen leave. Noooo don't leave meeee..! Zen help me with this, dammit! He had no idea what to do, after all he had always been socially awkward. He was lost.
 
Kirsa rubbed the back of her neck, glancing up at Revnoir often before finally fixating her gaze on him. "Well.. I'll keep watch for us. You should get onto that rest. You look like a panda." She teased, patting his arm. Dusting the rock of snow, Kirsa sat down with a smile. "Let's do those lessons again, sometime."
 
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Asilia saw the man slap Yulier and she stoped crying. Tears still came down her face but all noise had stoped. She was now afraid of this man."p...please.. . d...d..don't hurt my ....m...mommy....."
 
Yulier had stopped struggling, but was still crying her eyes out. "Aura..." He sobbed, shaking. She just wanted to curl up in Aura's arms right now.
 
Revnoir smiled. "Right... Sleep..." His smile turned into a sad look. "Well, I'll be off then. If you get cold, just come and wake me up, alright?" He said, sending her one last smile before trudging back to the base.
 
Asilia's threads came out and grabbed fuse, tossing him like a ragdoll. The first time she ever used her threads. She didn't even mean to do it.
 
She pat her lap softly, letting out a sigh after Revnoir left. Kirsa felt depressed now when he wasn't there. Gripping the jacket, she watched him leave before she pressed her face into it. Revnoir.. Her cheeks flushed again as she thought about the leader. This was no time for lovey-dovey thoughts. "Aughhh.. " Kirsa groaned, shoving her hands in the pocket of the jacket as she stared up at the sky and watched the snow fall.
 
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Revnoir noticed Asilia attacking the man, and he quickly pulled her away and formed a wall between the two. "What's going on here..?!" He asked, eyes wide. This girl had been born with Threads..?!


Abel looked at Reznos, smiling. "Tsukoborodo, quite a mouthful isn't it?" He said, chuckling a bit. "Why?"
 
( Lol, ship what? xD )


It was cold but Revnoir's jacket kept her warm. Maybe she should practice some more. Kirsa stretched, standing up. The Water Threads shot out and easily picked up a rock from the snow, tossing it onto the ice of the frozen lake. Going berserk may have helped her, but it made her exhausted. Just that simple actions made her breath heavily. Kirsa had to support herself on the rock.
 
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Asilia was still crying, her threads whipping around her, making it impossible to approach her or her mother.
 
(You're way too clueless right now , Ayu) Revnoir formed restraints around Asilia's Threads with his own, and sighed. "Asilia, calm down..! Everything's fine, alright?" He said, smiling. He signaled for Fuse to grab Yulier and bring her inside, ignoring his comment.
 
Fuse kneeled down on the floor filled with pain, Asilia's toss managed to stretch his wound out. Fuse struggled to stand up, with his hands out, showing Asilia that she meant no harm to her or her mother.


(Fuse got rekted)
 
( I actually don't know. But.. I'm guessing Revnoir and Kirsa? @ - @ )


She was getting more and more exhausted, afraid she would go berserk again. Revnoir would worry if she did so Kirsa slumped down against the rock, trying to catch her breath. "I seriously suck at this shit.. " She joked, but was completely serious. If she compared herself to the others on a scale of 1-10, she'd be a negative 5.
 
zen had went back to get more of the supplies he had not gathered yet. the smell of the blood as he rummaged under the courses was faint because of his gas mask but it was still there. it did not bother him. in fact he enjoyed the smell. it smelled of a battle a fight and a defeat. to zen the smell of blood created a story. how had the blood been spilled? what was the wound dealt by? what caused said thing to attack? all these questions and more raced though zens head when he smelled blood. though the people he had killed were only mangled piles of flesh.
 
"Sorry Asilia... About this.." Fuse grabbed his blow dart out of his satchel, with a strong blow from his mouth two darts filled with knockout formula went straight towards Asilia's neck. One wouldn't cut it, when you're a Sin.


(Now Revnoir got rekted)
 

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