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Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

Vayne listened to the conversation of Eve and Aroria, he wondered what he's little sister is doing.


(hmm I might make Vayne's little sister)
 
Sending the tiny girl another glance that would hopefully discourage her from following, Amelia disappeared into a different hallway, dragging her feet and pushing open a door to a random empty bedroom. She could hardly care about whom it belonged to-- in fact, the thought never crossed her tired mind. Instead, she just collapsed onto the bed and drifted into sleep almost instantly, hoping to make up for the roughly.... Ten hours of sleep, maybe, she had lost on the trip? Eh, she didn't count. She was always in a kind of constant state of minor sleep-deprivation, but this was somewhat extreme, even for her.
 
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he blinked putting a hand on the spot where the rock hit him. "hmm?" he said as he looked to the direction that the rock had come from "who's there?" he said aloud but in a calm manner. he had his left hand on the hilt of one of his many katanas.
 
After a time of pondering one simple question, Envy stood again and started out the door of the room.


Now, how
exactly to go about fixing Leah's little mental mess..? While Envy thought, the usual little voices blurred the background. They had changed, however. When the primary fragment of Leah's mind, the one that was most 'Leah-like', had been in command, the little shards she had tried to separate from her mind began voicing themselves as their own individuals, one of them being Envy. Now, little Leah herself, if only a slice of her could be considered so, had taken up the role of white noise. More corrupt even than when their mind hadn't been shattered, Envy didn't give a half a thought to anything or anyone she passed by in the cold stone halls, though the only one she came upon seemed to be a scared little Asilia.
 
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he laughed a little" I tend not to pay a lot of attention when I go on these walks...I zone out...I guess" he shrugged "so if your always following me what made you decide to act this time?" he smiled


(my alerts aren't working today :/ )
 
Ella giggled and pulled Zen closer. "Oh no. Your not getting away this time." She said with a smile before squeezing him tight.
 
The sound of a helicopter overhead snapped at Abel's ears, waking him from his rest as he sat with his back to the wall outside. He looked up to see the vehicle landing a ways off, sending up a flurry of snow as it neared solid ground. The door opened just before it landed, and two Phoenixes stepped out of it. They turned and helped out a girl who looked to be in her mid-twenties. She had long, light brown hair and even lighter eyes. She wasn't the tallest, but anyone would seem short beside a Phoenix. She quickly nodded her thanks to the Reapers and her gaze caught Abel's, causing her to smile a bit. She started taking steps towards the snow-haired other. he stood up and met her halfway, ending up only a few feet away from the short girl. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope your 'flight' wasn't too uncomfortable, we don't exactly have a personal jet." He joked, mimicking her smile.


"It wasn't bad at all, don't worry." She said, giggling. "It's a pleasure to meet you, too. Galenoir talks about you all the time."



"Does he, now?"



"
All the time."


"I'm flattered, to say the least." Galenoir never speaks about anyone, hating others for the cruelty they display towards him and the few he takes a liking to. We ended up inside as I showed her the room she would be using for the time that she would be staying here. She was more than happy with it, and I left her to explore it or whatever girls to with new rooms. For all I knew, she would be making toxic brews in that room but I really didn't care, it would only add to the unbearable amount of dust in the building.



(And comes the character sheet >uO this character has already been introduced in Reaper 1 so there won't be anything labeled as unknown. c: )
 
When Krev had left, Kirsa lifted herself from the sheets. She never liked the stuffiness of rooms. Using the IV stand, Kirsa limped over to a window and opened it up, allowing for the fresh air to flow into the room. The scenery outside was beautiful. Kirsa ran her fingers through her untied hair, which was rarely down. As she sat down on a nearby chair, the loneliness and quiet forced her to think. She snapped into deep thought, her head rested on the wall. Why do I get so irritated when I see Revnoir with someone? It's disgusting. What I become.. it's almost like, the other me. Kirsa shook her head, frowning.


Now do you know? A voice resonated in her thoughts.


Not you again..


I am you and you are me. Face it.



I'm not some blood thirsty killer.



But Mia died. Because of you.



Wh-What?
Kirsa's eyes grew wide, putting her face in her hands. She died? B-But Revnoir was with her, that's impossible.


It's not. Don't you remember? Throwing her aside? Shooting out your threads trying to kill everyone? This was YOUR fault.



Shut up..



Maman and Papan died because of you. They sacrificed their lived for a pathetic little girl.



Sh-Shut up..



Who's next? Revnoir?






"SHUT UP!!!" Kirsa screamed out as her small hands gripped her hair tightly. Her body began to shake as she stared at the floor, her eyes wide and her mouth gaping open as she struggled to breath. She shot up and threw her IV across the room, which took a vase with it, smashing to the ground. The girl stood there, her hair tousled as she stared blankly at the broken glass. "Just let me die in peace.." Kirsa whimpered and suddenly tore at her clothes, ripping the bandages off. Her fingers painted with blood as she was slowly losing her mind.
 
Black Threads came quickly and wrapped around Kirsa's hands. There were no words, but the Threads felt as if they themselves were Revnoir's hands. They held her hand tightly and reassuringly, wordlessly attempting to calm her.
 
She let out screams of agony, struggling as she tried to pull away from the warmth. Tears flowed down her cheeks as Kirsa finally slumped down to her knees, her arms dangling in the Threads. The bright color in her eyes were lost in her blood painted world, the broken soul frantically trying to find the light.
 
The shadows turned her to face it's opposite, wrapping itself around her back gently and trying it's best to calm her down and comfort her. The Threads gently urged the soul towards the light, giving friendly nudges and pats and giving the girl reassuring warmth.
 
Kirsa frowned deeply and rejected the shadow, trying to pull away from it. "Y.. You don't love me.. So STOP TRYING!!" She cried out as more tears fell from her eyes.
 
The Threads kept trying to calm her, wrapping around her fingers and her waist. Despite their usual cold feel, they warmed her and didn't give up on their goal of making her feel better. There were no words.
 
After a few moments, Kirsa fell silent and gave into the warmth. She let out occasional hiccups through her sobs, closing her eyes. It was.. like Revnoir was here. Sniffling, her body relaxed before whispering. "H.. Hurry up and get in here, Revnoir."
 
Revnoir didn't enter the room, but his silhouette was formed behind her, his weaved arms wrapped around her. Everything was silent, eerily quiet.
 
She frowned and grabbed the weaved arm. "Revnoir.. !" Kirsa shouted, angry that he didn't enter.
 
The shadow didn't budge, and stayed still for a long moment. It moved without warning and disappeared, leaving Kirsa alone for a split second before the door opened ever so slightly. It swung open just enough for Revnoir to slip in and he decided to leave it open. Closing it would only make noise and would aggravate him further. His golden eyes looked at Kirsa sharply, but he looked exhausted from his own thoughts. He forced a smile, walking over and kneeled infront of her. It took a moment for him to urge himself to pull her into a hug. "I'm sorry..." He whispered, as if struggling to get it out.
 
She paused to observe him, looking down as she sat in his arms. Kirsa didn't hug him back but just stared blankly at his chest. She was troubling him, like she did with everyone else. It would just be best.. if she didn't show all her emotions, for Revnoir's sake. Suddenly, Kirsa put on her usual smile and held him. "Hey! I missed you, Revnoir." She whispered. "Are you doing okay? What's wrong? You should tell me."
 

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