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Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

(So Aura is alive!) Yato woke up next to a fire which seemingly someone dragged him to. He rolled around on his side. Worried and distressed. He curled up into a ball and sighed. Yato had nothing to do. He felt useless, a drag. He couldn't go out to help, he couldn't find this "Leah" that he held dearly. He couldn't do jackshit.
 
"We're heading towards them now, is something wrong?" One of the Wraiths said with a low growl. They stared at Reznos, waiting for an acceptable answer.
 
James noticing that Yato woke up, "Hey eat this" he said while putting a half full can of beans and a mug of water next to Yato "Also try to relax a bit man you're overworking yourself looking for her." He then went over and pulled another rat from one of the traps "I can't wait to get a rabbit or dog from one of these"


(Fookin knew Aura wasn't Pepsi)
 
Deus laughed. "Your so adorable miss Celika and what!? Auras being kept prisoner at the base!?" Deus said forgetting to be quiet."Oops did I say that our loud?"
 
"Thanks James... I just... I have waited 5 years... I can't wait any longer..." Yato slowly ate his given food, still depressed and irritated. He planned to go out one more time before he went to sleep. However, he felt something bad will happen, soon and very soon. "There's a disturbance in the wind..."
 
Celika squeaked at the compliment, not used to being called cute or anything similar to those words. "Cu-Cu-Cute..?!" Thankfully she was facing ahead now, so neither of the guys could see her blushing.


One of the Reapers glared at Deus. "Be sure not to mention the man infront of the Weavers. They are not to know, or Abel may get angry." It growled sharply, sending a warning glare towards the Sin for both the mention of the Weaver and the fact that he made Celika uncomfortable.
 
(Oohh yatos a jedi now is he? Or maybe a psychic? Like Aura? Lol) Deus smiled and chuckled lightly."I'll be sure of that I'm not a fool only when I want to be." He said moving his hair out of his face and continuing walking."Hey are you OK Celika? You seemed a tad bit red then you turned around. Everything OK?" He asked genuinely concerned for her."Oh and isn't this team a tad bit over kill I'm suppose to be messing with the Weavers if they attack us where probably going to inadvertantly slaughter them all. Also is it me or are those reapers way to smart for reapers?"
 
"Was that an attempt at insulting us..?" The Wraiths said in unison, glaring woven daggers at the man. Celika quickly hid her face. "Perfectly fine, thank you for asking..!" She squeaked, barely able to speak without raising the pitch of her voice due to embarrassment.
 
She had awoken moments before, raising an eyebrow at his gesture. Kirsa leaned forward and looked at him, poking his face. "Are you awake? Sorry for slapping you earlier."
 
Revnoir was sound asleep, seemingly comfortable despite his occasional wince or twitch. He stayed like that for a long moment before his motions started to become more worrying. He looked like he was in pain, like he was suffering. All while he was asleep.
 
"Never mind there not as smart as I thought. They thought I was insulting them its called a complement learn what it means." He spoke loudly and slowly to them then smiled cheerfully." So I don't really know much about you guys so tell me about yourselves.
 
Kirsa made a face, watching him squirm in pain. She was beginning to get worried. He must have been having a terrible nightmare. Reaching over, she took his large hand, intertwining it with hers as she squeezed it tightly. "Hey.. Shh.. It's okay."
 
Revnoir's hand was shaking, and it continued to worsen until he suddenly screamed and sat up. He was pale, and his eyes were wide. He was breathing heavily, then his eyes turned to look at Kirsa. He still had his hand connected to hers, which made him realize she had been holding it while he was asleep. He stared at her for a long moment, then started to calm down a bit. He looked... He almost looked relieved.
 
The Reapers turned to face forward now, getting tired of Deus. "We have nothing to tell you about." They spoke angrily, fed up with his bullshit.
 
She flinched back, startled by his sudden screaming but eased as she gazed at Revnoir. Her lips curled into a sweet smile, the hand that held his unconsciously squeezing tighter. "You're awake! You were starting to worry me.." Kirsa trailed off, puffing her cheeks slightly to tease him.
 
"One last try... I'm going out again..." Yato got up and yet again went away from the camp. He extended his threads into the dome again. He used to sense any sort of breathing or movement in the vast area. He kept walking and walking scanning whatever he could. He wanted to start by looking the the cities, or whatever that was left of it.
 
"Um I was talking to the two non giant monsters." Deus said his face resembling his tone and attitude. So basically saying duh.
 
Revnoir let out a quiet sigh. "Sorry... For worrying you..." Was all he could say.


The Reapers growled, but said nothing. Celika was still trying to get the redness out of her face.
 
Her face scrunched up at his little response, leaning in close to him as she examined his face. "You're not okay.." Kirsa whispered in a gentle voice.
 
Revnoir made no effort to move, and just stared at her. He was completely out of it. He looked tired, despite just waking up from sleep, that might I add, he was assisted with?


Yulier was still unconscious, curled up in the corner and displaying her sorry state.
 

(Y'know? Fluff finals week. This is boring. Interaction commence! If I get too busy I'll just isolate her again until I'm not. Congrats, self, for taking action way too early. *sigh*)



While stumbling along, a little dizzy from the cold, Leah sneezed rather forcefully. This landscape was redundant... it felt as if she were a music enthusiast who had been chained before an old painting. She quickly grew bored with it and felt as if she knew it inside out already, but every few minutes she'd find another new detail to spike her interest, only for it to drain away again. Soon, however, her throat became sore and the wind stung her fingertips enough that she lost both interest in the landscape and the feeling in her hands. Her hair was wet with melted snow and was sticking to her face, bothering her even more than her trenchcoat, which was blowing violently in the wind. After another hour or two, fatigue began to set in, and she was thrown down into the snow by the wind like a rag doll. Were she not a sin, she would have fallen unconscious far before then. The last thing she was aware of was that odd suspicion again, that someone was moving, that others were static. Finally, finally, the world stopped spinning and quickly faded away.
 

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