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Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

"I just..." She still couldn't form words. Dammit Yulier! Get it together, you're a queen!


Revnoir slowly regained his consciousness, forcing himself to his feet. He was exhausted, still, but he forced his legs to move. He had to go check on that girl, and more importantly Kirsa. He trudged to the medical bay, but it was a mountain to cross in it's own little way for him.
 
( I had to refer back to sign up, didn't know who the heck Krev was. |D )


Her mouth gaped open as she tried to speak but no words seemed to escape her lips, only yearning whimpers. Revnoir. Revnoir. Kirsa continued to plead, tears continuing to flow down her cheeks like waterfalls. Everything began to hurt again. She broke out into a violent cough, sitting up in the bed as she bent forward. Help me. Why won't you help me? Why won't anyone?! Blood dripped from her mouth, Kirsa coughing out in front of the man.
 
Günther stood up from where he was sitting, looking almost like a walking corpse. His mood didn't get any better from the meds and it seemed like it just got worse. He slowly dragged his feet through the mediacal wing, walking aimlessly towrds the door our from it. Any sane person would have taken him and strapped him to a bed so he wouldn't hurt anyoen else or himself.
 
Her eyes began to flutter, feeling drowsy from the liquid. Kirsa tried to stay awake but slumped against the man. Her attention shifted up to him, getting a glance at his face before passing out into a deep sleep. "Revnoir.." She whispered finally.
 
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"Now rest and feel better." Krev said walking out after laying her back gently.


"But we will be able to get you all of the beautiful extravagant thing you want." Aura said.
 
Kirsa still didn't seem to be at peace, even in her sleep. Her fragile hand had gripped onto Krev's clothing as if desperate to hold onto something. The nightmares of her childhood and the thought of losing Revnoir began to haunt her dreams, her expression displaying her suffering.
 
(WELP if it doesn't happen now, it won't happen at all....)


Leah, smiling by now, freed herself gently from Yato's hug and leaned forward to kiss him, but she was closer to the edge of the bridge than she knew. Her heel slipped and struck nothing, and she tumbled backward. Her first though as she fell away from Yato was as follows;
SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT I STILL NEED TO KISS HIM!!!


As if to voice this, her mouth opened, but no sound other than a shout could find its way out. By now, she had fallen away almost ten yards, and the distance was increasing fast.



Her second thought arrived quickly after,
This won't kill me...


She was already almost halfway to the snowy impact. The seconds seemed long, but they flew faster at the same time. In another moment, she felt the snow beneath her. It felt like throwing herself into a particularly uncomfortable memory-foam mattress, one that hardly had any give. It pulled her breath from her and also snapped several ribs and other bones, but she could hardly tell this. Her neck had snapped, and though it wouldn't kill her, her skull had also cracked open onto the ice and was bleeding, a blooming scarlet flower beneath her head. The damage to her brain was just enough for her body to shut down. She had never healed quite properly enough for being a sin, anyway, and though the damage would be undone in a few days, she might not wake up until later. The damage had put her into a coma.



(THERE WE GO.



I'm assuming the bridge was about the height in that picture I saw, so I'm hoping that's accurate for a drop from that height.)
 
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( Revnoir won't be happy when he sees this.. e A e )


Kirsa's body began to ease in Krev's arms. She was beginning to relax in her sleep, her hard expression softening. The warmth of another body felt nice. Was it Revnoir? It must have been. No one else would hold her the same. Who would love a child like her? Her face turned and nuzzled into the man's chest. The tenderness was inviting to the broken girl, slowly beginning to drift back to the light.
 
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Kirsa was now sound asleep, her hand still gripping onto Krev's clothes. "Revnoir.. " She whimpered. The name continued to escape her lips but she was holding desperately onto another man. She then suddenly buried her face into the warmth of his body, something she needed after she had woken up after a few days from being sick.
 
"Leah! No!!!!" Yato yelled. The drop was far and deep. His pupils shrank. Insanity grew within. And the drugs made it worse. He cried and screamed. He was ignorant of the fact she was Reaper. But the thing is... Did it break her core. Yato screamed louder. He cried louder. Suddenly it stopped. He laid next to the edge. He was staring into the darkness.


He couldn't do anything



Useless,



Weak,



Powerless...



Yato laid there. He was being consumed, totured, he was being exterminated. His personality was wiped. His memory of 8 years has been terminated. Yato laid there.






"Why am I crying?"
 
On the ground where Leah lay, her hair was becoming wet with blood. Even still, her breath was visible in shallow clouds that drifted about in the cold air. Were she awake, she would have cried out for Yato, or at least for help, but it remained that her yelp as she fell was the only sound she ended up making. The cold of the scarlet ice was biting at her already-unfeeling fingers and her face that was streaked with blood, and her broken limbs gave the slightest, almost impossible shiver. Damn it, she would have felt helpless if she could feel anything at all. Stupid coma....
 
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Alternated said:
"wanna be a princess again" Vayne said as he crouched to carry her at his back.
"Why not carry me in another way this time?" Eve asked with a little chuckle.
 
Revnoir had been at the door, gripping the door handle to the medical wing. He had frozen when he heard her calling out for him, but someone else was there comforting her. He let go of the handle after a long while, and turned to leave. All that could be heard was fleeing footsteps. Footsteps. A sound Revnoir rarely made.
 

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