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Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

Vayne pulled out his axe and used his metal threads to move the heavy log, he wants to test if his axe can still cut the wood efficiently as Vayne rushes in and slashes the wood in half as he was satisfied "well I think this is enough" he said as he stretches his hands.
 
He ran into the forest like a crazed animal, consumed by pain and anguish. Minutes pass as He went farther and farther into the snowy forest, away from the others. He reached a frozen lake. Without haste, and without reason, he bashed his head into the ice, trying to brake it. His thoughts were clouded with insanity.. The Steel box Has managed to brake his emotions, causing him to become unstable..
 
Espen smiled, looking back at the place Fuse used to be. He seemed to be in a rush. I hope it's not too serious.


Caspian jogged up towards the house before settling in 'their' room. He popped open the bottle of wine and it make a long fizzing sound.
 
Fuse laughed happly as he continuously bashed his head into the ice. Causing blood to splatter everywhere. In few seconds, he began to cry in sadness and depression. Still trying to brake the thick ice. And finally, The ice gives in. A grin went to Fuses's face, as he drowned his head to the cold water..
 
Espen stuck her tongue out. "Ewwww. Alcohol."


Caspian laughed and took a swig before passing it over. "It's sweet wine."
 
(Sorry About My Role Play Diolouge and Monologue, still learning.)


Fuse laid on the snowy ground, with his head in the cold & Freezing water. All was quiet as he laid there staticly.. Not a Single movement from him. His not even breathing anymore, but he's still alive. His thoughts slowly began repairing itself.. Bit.. By.. Bit..


'What is happening to me? Why am I Always like this? Crazy and weird?.. Now I know why My Parents ditched me to die.. I miss them though..I wonder how they are?..'
 
Espen nodded, "Yeah, yeah. Right." She snatched the bottle away and drank some, looking disgusted.


"You're the legal age, right?" Caspian asked. It might have been her first time trying it.
 
Abel sat outside, as usual, watching the snow fall. It was cold, but he didn't mind. After all, he was used to the cold biting at his skin. There was barely any wind, but even just the cold was enough to make anyone shiver. Behind him approached a Wraith. "Abel, someone is asking for you on the phone." The Reaper said, it's glowing eyes watching the back of the snow haired other. Abel looked back at the Wraith, scowling with a raised eyebrow. The Wraith handed him the phone, which seemed to be swallowed by it's large claw. Abel took the phone an sighed seeing the caller ID. Dr. Kayrouz. A bit of a formal name for a personal contact, but Abel always gave his colleagues proper contacts. They weren't his friends, they were his allies. He put the phone up to his ear after accepting the call, and his lips curled into a smile. "Hello~!" He answered, and their conversation started. There were mentions of new Threads and upgraded Cores, but nothing specific. Once Abel hung up, he handed the phone to the Wraith and headed inside. Time to start the experiments.


Revnoir sat with Kirsa in his arms. He was fairly tired, but that was normal for him. His mind was always turning at the same speed, whirling with thoughts.
"Come on, Rev, if you don't do it you're totally a chicken!"


"I don't want to..! I'm not a chicken!"



"Chicken~! Chicken~!"



"... Gaaaale...!"



"Revnoir's scared!"



"I am
not..!"


"You totally are!"



"Fine, I'll show you I'm not scared!"



Revnoir neared the counter, reaching up and feeling around for the pepper his brother had dared him to eat. He was too short to see above the counter, and had to feel around the cool surface of the granite to find the tray of peppers their mother had just brought home. He grabbed one once he found them, and pulled it down from the counter. He brought it to his mouth, hesitantly digging his teeth into the tip of the shrivelled up vegetable, and immediately regretted it.



"Ha! He actually ate it!"



Revnoir's throat was burning, even from that tiny piece of the food. It hurt, and he was having trouble breathing. It wasn't long before their mother came into the room and saw the scene. Revnoir was choking on nothing and his brother just stood there and watched with a satisfied grin. The woman quickly poured him a glass of milk and brought the brother into the other room to scold him. Revnoir sat in the corner of the kitchen, drinking the milk to sooth his burning throat. It still hurt, but the liquid gave
some relief. "I'm not a chicken..." He murmured to himself, tears running down his cheeks. His stomach had started hurting and he felt terrible. Most of all, he hated his brother for that.


Revnoir let a small smile curl his lips, and he stared at the wall opposite of the one that supported his back.
Are you still alive? Let's play again like we did back then. It'll be fun, to just be kids again.
 
A smile appeared across her face, her face nuzzled into the nape of his neck. Revnoir was warm. The blanket was warm. It was all so warm, compared to cold, lone world she dwelled in. The frightened girl found something, in the bright light that brought her to experience an emotion that had been long gone - happiness. They may have known each other for only a few years, Kirsa had been late to join their club but she loved him nonetheless. Oh, Revnoir. You cannot begin to know or feel.. how much I feel for you. She pressed her lips against the hot skin of his neck. How could she express this? This burning love she had for him.
 
Revnoir felt Kirsa move, but made no attempt to do the same. He kept his eyes on the blank, worn down wall, trying to slow his thoughts to a manageable pace. His mind persevered, rolling his thoughts like frames of a movie. "Why don't you two go play with the neighbor kids?" Mom asked, smiling. Her stomach was large, hosting a little girl. Pregnant with Enma.


"But they never let us play...!"


"You mean they never let you play." His brother said with a devilish smirk.


"Gale, leave him alone."


"Yeah, leave me alone."


"Oh come on, it's true..!"


"Gale."


"Fiiine..." His retreating footsteps were quiet but full of annoyance and anger.


"So. Why don't you ever visit the girls?"


"I told you, they never let me play with them. They say I have cooties or something... I don't even know what cooties are..!"


"Ah, that's just funny stuff we girls believe when we are young. You don't have to worry, they'll start having a crush on you and Gale soon enough."


The young woman stood up, smiling her unforgettable smile and turned to leave. I was left in unsettling silence.
 
Kirsa pulled her face from his neck, looking at him. Revnoir has a blank expression which made her worry. Was he okay? What was happening to him.. Her expression was painted with concern. He didn't move or react to abut of her gestures. She placed her palms on his cheeks, looking him in his eyes. The brightness was blocked by the murk in her eyes, but it was still visible. Kirsa was slowly becoming herself again, because of Revnoir, because he came back. He was her purpose to live.


"Revnoir?.." She spoke in a whisper. "Are you okay?.."
 
zen jumped up from his sitting position, he had never actually been in a real castle before and was quite excited.
 
They soon came threw a narrow passage into the mountains to be treated by this veiw.


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[QUOTE="A Y U]Kirsa pulled her face from his neck, looking at him. Revnoir has a blank expression which made her worry. Was he okay? What was happening to him.. Her expression was painted with concern. He didn't move or react to abut of her gestures. She placed her palms on his cheeks, looking him in his eyes. The brightness was blocked by the murk in her eyes, but it was still visible. Kirsa was slowly becoming herself again, because of Revnoir, because he came back. He was her purpose to live.
"Revnoir?.." She spoke in a whisper. "Are you okay?.."

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Revnoir's thoughts slowed down a bit to let him speak. "I'm fine." He said quietly, managing a sincere smile. "Don't worry about me, I'm just thinking." He replied, kissing her on the forehead lightly. "Sorry for worrying you."


(Aaaaand my mind is being a little shit, and I can't write anything)
 
"dont say things like that...you'll make my head explode the biggest house i ever lived in was a 3 story mansion and the only places i could go were my room and the kitchen.."
 
Zeal sat down his blade in his hand. He wasn't cold nor was he hot it seemed like he was never affected by the weather of the outside world. He looked at his hand and wondered if this was normal? Of course he knew this wasn't the case, he had always been different it was one of the many reasons he was experimented on. Zeal sat down waiting for Abel or one of his men to come and tell him something. Maybe just talk or take him to another experiment, he didn't mind the experiments as much he had grown accustomed to them. He sat waiting patiently for someone to come it was almost time. He was just hoping no one had checked in on him while he had slipped away. That would be annoying to get chewed out for leaving again. He really didn't want to go threw that again. He crossed his fingers as he waited for someone to come hoping his little trip to the outside wasn't known of by anyone else.
 
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"man just how awesome is my new family..." mumbled zen barely loud enough to here. not only were they powerful but they were also quite prestigious"
 

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