Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

[King Of Drift]

"About what I said?" Yato slowly got up and looked over at the female. He ignored the blood smeared on her face. He wasn't surprised at all really, he was used to the gore and blood he has seen.

 

[Umbra Regalia]

Abel turned to look at Pride, his smile still plastered onto his face. "Please, no need to call me Sir. Just think of me as a friend." He said, smiling wider. "And I'm glad I'm not the only one to think that way." He said softly, standing up. When he moved, the snow fell off of his shoulders as if making way of him.


Revnoir scowled. "You've... Got blood on your face." He mentioned to the girl, pointing towards his own cheek to show her where it was on her face. He thought nothing of it, as everyone got blood on them sometimes.

 

[A Y U]

"Er.. I'm sorry, I know it's rude! I just came over and wanted to chat.." She let out an awkward laugh, her eyes looking to the side as if trying to avoid eye contact. Kirsa rummaged through her bag and pulled out a wrapper, it was candy. Quickly wiping the blood from her face, she stepped to Yato and offered the sweet. "If it will make you feel better, eat this?"

 

[King Of Drift]

"It's fine, uhm... Erm... Sure then!" Yato smiled happily. He gently took the sweet from her offering hand. He slowly put it into his mouth savoring the flavor. He sighed.

 

[A Y U]

Her face lit up in joy, humming to herself. It delighted her to see her fellow friends happy. Kirsa sat herself down, pulling her large bag onto her lap. Yato's sigh caught her attention, she then turned her head to him. "Is something still the matter? I don't mean to pry." Kirsa questioned, her voice showing concern.

 

[King Of Drift]

"I-I'm not sure how to describe it though. It's like I am yearning to see someone who I loved 5 years ago but I'm not sure if they remember me or if I remember them..." Yato sighed. He pulled his masks a bit higher up than where it was originally. He sighed and held his face with his hand. Covering his eyepatch.

 

[Reine]

Espen closed her eyes, barely able to focus out of exhaustion. She rubbed her temples as if trying to get rid of a headache. Her legs were sore from pacing so she slowly sat down in the rubble.


Caspian picked up his backpack and began heading back towards their temporary base. He stepped over a tree, which had fallen from mysterious but unnatural causes. His limp was getting worse.

 

[A Y U]

Pressing her gloved finger to her lip, Kirsa thought for a moment. She couldn't exactly understand what he was going through, but it would be best to reassure the suffering man. She finally spoke, showing a smile again. "I may not be able to help much with your problem, but.. If you believe that there is someone in your life, you just have to see, I say go for it. Try your best at remembering them and if they do not remember you.. create new memories with that special person." Kirsa lifted her head, staring up at broken cieling. "It sounds cheesy but.. just follow your heart."

 

[Umbra Regalia]

"Thing is... She's most likely dead. Or at least missing. It's hard to make new memories with a person who isn't here." Revnoir muttered under his breath, already missing the poor girl. Even if he didn't act like it, he did care about her. He cared about everyone at Weave.

 

[zenreaper]

zen stopped his pacing and looked up to the sky taking a deep breath. humming in annoyance he shook his head as if to clear it "i need somthing else to focus on..." he looked over the barren landscape "but how do i find such a thing in such a place as this?!" he said running a hand through his hair"whatever.." he slipped his gas mask back on his face and instead of pacing walked. he came across the group of people,civilians, chatting. they gave him a look of dissatisfaction and quickly hurried away from under his mask came a muffled sigh and he continued walking until ha came across a group of semi-familiar faces. revnior was the only one who he truly remembered out of the group. he began to walk towards them thinking 'director of weave? yeah right i can even remember everyone's names let alone what squad they are and what purpose they serve' .

 

[King Of Drift]

"No! I won't believe it! She can't be! She can't be..." Yato cried. Water swelled up from his eyes and pours down his face. He bellowed and cried. He won't believe that she died. He won't believe anyone's persuasion. Right now he will only trust his gut and instinct.

 

[Umbra Regalia]

"Look, Yato... It's safer to believe that she's dead, but I'm not saying that that's what's going on. She may be out there, waiting to be saved. Either way, we can't afford to look for her right away." Revnoir said as he slowly and gently lay Asilia down on the ground beside him to he could stand. He noticed Zen and hurried over to him. He more or less tackled the guy into a hug. "Dammit, Zen! Thank god you're safe..." He seemed a bit more... Emotional than anyone remembered.

 

[zenreaper]

as zen came upon the group he heard yato's words. 'crying over a lost one huh...' he thought. this was something zen would never do and had never done. he never had any true family and the closest thing to it was aura and even when he died zen just shrugged it off. it made him wonder if he was even fit to have a family at all. he said nothing as he surveyed the group from behind his gas mask. as he was tackled into a hug by revnior he smiled a little. "hey rev..." he spoke quietly hugging him back softly "yeah i'm just fine what about you?"

 

[A Y U]

Kirsa watched Yato weep, frantic as she was unsure of what to do. She hesitated but slowly pat Yato on the back. He shouldn't lose fate.. even if she was dead. "It's okay.. Don't listen to Revnoir. I'm sure she's alive and well!" Kirsa forced on a smile. It was true, no one knew the whereabouts or the condition Lea was in at the moment. All she could do, was try to comfort him.

 

[Spazzycat101]

(O-ho-ho, it's far worse than death! >:3)


(And to clarify, all the colors represent a mental conversation. None of it is spoken aloud.)


Breaking her routine again, Leah collapsed on the floor, slamming her fists into it until they bled, letting out little more sound than a few grunts at the effort, and finally a long shriek that she muffled with a small pillow of black threads that she held against her mouth. Dammit, she was going to hell on earth! She was shivering violently at this point, not from any cold, but from terror, fury, fear, you name it. Her mind was killing her! She could hardly stand herself-- she was failing. Failing to keep her mind intact.


From the deepest recesses of her mind, the tiniest lingering shred of sanity muttered quiet words... quiet, but important. As soon as she heard a few thoughts voice themselves, she stilled herself, kept herself even from breathing. She can't lose those thoughts.


Soon, her mind was a battlefield. The logical thoughts and memories, which she strove to hear and hold onto, were being torn at by the unforgiving chaos of her state of mind.


'You're losing it. You know who can help you.'


'Those damned weavers would kill you on-sight!'


'It's the last option for survival.'


'The trip alone would kill you.'


'This is impossible for you to tame alone. Find help.'


'This place is the closest you'll ever get to help!'


'Abel can't help you here. You know what isolation does to you.'


'Weave can't forgive you for what you are. They proved that years ago.'


'Even if they killed you there, you'd still have found relief.'


'Death is easily attainable without the help of those scum.'


'It would be fun to finally see battle again.'


'To seek out their blood would be more than fulfilling.'


How painful would it for them to see one of their own like this?'


...


...


...


'Goddammit, just find help. There's none to be had here. Go find help.'


'...'


'You know who can help you. You'll end up killing yourself otherwise.'


'...'


'Go not die. Now. Go.'


'It's too cold... you'll be dead by morning.'


'F*** death. Go.'





But she was too dizzy to go... she had sat on the floor now for about a full minute, the pillow still clutched over her mouth. She threw it, flung it down the hallway before gasping in a lungful of air.


Dammit.

 

[King Of Drift]

"Right away you say? Too early to go find her? It has been a hell of 5 years! What made it worse was losing contact with the one I held dearly! God damn it all! FUCK!" Yato turned useless pillar and punched it with all his might. A web of cracks from impact extended, corrupting the pillar then making it fall to the ground. He was slowly falling towards insanity, just like before.

 

[Solemn Jester]

"Ok then its strange having you say that. I'm so use to having others be hostile towards me. I guess I haven't gotten use to this place or cains death yet." Deus said a sad tone in his voice Like he was remembering the old days. He looked up at the sky his face in a frown as always."Sometimes I wonder if this is right. What's the plan? What's our end game weave is all but done for and we're as strong as ever yet... I don't understand what's the point of it all?" He asked looking back at Abel his arms at his side. @Umbra Regalia

 

[A Y U]

Well. That obviously didn't work. Kirsa tried her best to keep her composure. She turned her attention to Revnoir who was hugging another man than to the angered Yato. "H.. Hey. He didn't mean it, Yato. Let's calm down." Kirsa stuttered between her words, her voice beginning to shake. It seemed that the situation may get worse if he didn't calm down.

 

[Umbra Regalia]

Revnoir looked at Yato with a sharp look. "Yato." His voice was as sharp as his golden gaze. "Get it together already, we dont have time for you to go whacko here, alright?" He spat, staring daggers at Yato.

 

[Fight Me]

Demi had plenty to do around the make-shift base. Wether it was setting small traps, or attempting to hunt for food. Sitting around and being cold wasn't on her checklist of things to do, and she didn't understand why everyone was feeling sorry for themselves. Sure, she was a fairly new addition to the team, not knowing them when all the shit went down. That didn't stop oppertunistic progress however, and she believed that fighting for survival was the more interesting route anyhow. Why didn't they find this exciting? Did this bore them? Too many questions sprawled into her mind as she walked toward the make-shift base holding multiple squirrels that seemed to have been beaten to death by a tree branch. It took a lot of trial and error, but it was definitely possible to swat squirrels as they climbed the trees in search of acorns. Demi walked toward the base, dropping the squirrels and looking around for some wood to make a fire with. At this point, a reaper was the last thing on her mind. She was starving, and she was sure the squad was too. Not like they were her squad specifically, but they were comrades none the less. She wanted to stay in everyone's good graces, least they shoot her in the back someday.

 

[King Of Drift]

"Eh!? Whacko? Tch..." Yato was now deep down into his split personality. He shot the glare right back at Revnoir. He ignored Kirsa while doing so. He was confused, scared, and lonely all inside.

 

[zenreaper]

zen walked over to yato putting a hand on his shoulder" i could never even possibly be able to comprehend what you're going through...but i do know one thing.. would the one you're looking for want to see you looking like this? because i am positive they wouldn't. they would want to see you being brave and composed so don't lose yourself"

 

[A Y U]

Kirsa abruptly stood up and put her hands out, trying to calm the situation down. She was attempting to keep her voice sounding as tender and calm as she could. Everyone was just hungry and tired, that was it. "Let's just.. Put our differences aside. We are all just starving and just need some rest. Right, Yato? Revnoir?" Kirsa turned her head to each of them as she spoke their name.

 

[zenreaper]

zen turned his head to revnior"you should also know this: while this is a cruel world we live in, it is best to keep a little hope . do not always assume the worst case scenario right off the bat"

 

[Spazzycat101]

Slowly, shaking, Leah stood. She glanced past the wide window that lined half the hall, watching the snow gently drift past her face, which could just barely be seen, like a ghost on the other side of the shiny glass. She looked horrible. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were more grey than silver or white, accented by the dark circles beneath them. She then silently continued to her main bedroom, into a large closet. She selected the most travel-worthy clothes she could, a long, deep brown coat that brushed her ankles, beneath which was a long-sleeved black turtleneck, actually of her own threads. She hated turtlenecks, they were uncomfortable, but for a potentially long trip through snow, it was suitable. She finished with warm, black leggings (again of her own threads) and fuzzy boots that hardly laced up past her shin.


She might not be very cold now, but she would be later.


When she finally stepped through the doors of the base and into the chill, she was unaware of one thing that might play both for and against her. The other sins would be able to track where she moved. She had, in five years, no idea of the odd connection between the sins. Soon though, she had begun to wander from the base. She had no idea whatsoever where she should go, only that she would be better any place besides that one.