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Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

He checks the ground where the Katana was stabbed at, where a slight bump was fromed. The ground where it stood was A Grave. He grabbed the scarf to inspect it. With closer inspection It was no ordinary scarf, for the material used to make it wasn't fabric, Instead.. Threads.. Metal Weaver Threads. But whos Threads He wondered..
 
He wrapped the scarf around his neck, feeling the warmth enveloping him. He joyfully smiles as he no lingers feel cold. He proceeded to pull the Katana out of the ground. Same with the scarf, the Katana was not made out of normal materials, Instead Weaver threads, but more different. The Threads weren't metal.. But Shadow Threads. Gripping the handle, Fuse sliced the air in front of him into an 'X' mark multiple times, getting a good feel for the Blade. He continued to bow with gratitude to the grave with a smile still formed on his face. Within seconds, Silence filled the air as he finished, as the drips of snowing stopped... The Figures in the shadows began readying themselves to strike.


In the Distance, a dead leaf slowly fell off a tree.. As the momment the leaf reached the ground, the figures began charging out of the shadows and straight at him with immense speed. The light showed a much more clearer sight of the figures to be... Reapers...
 
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"I'm almost done..." Yato kept wandering around Abel's base mapping and planning on his phone. However, it was slighty deeper in than needed. Still having Leah on his back. Almost finished.
 
Revnoir looked a bit out of it, but he made sure Kirsa was comfortable the whole time. It's getting worse. What will happen when you can't play the role anymore? Will it all end? Will they all end?


Leave me alone.



How will the react? Will they even find out? Will they live to find it out? Or will they die thinking of you as their friend?



Stop it.



What will they think of you? Will they still care? Do they even care now?



I said stop it.



Does it hurt?



Stop...



It does, doesn't it? They're hurting you. Would you like to know how to rid yourself of that pain?



...



You do, don't you?



...Yes.



Good. Do as I say and you will be safe from the pain they wish upon you.



Revnoir's mind was filled with conversations between him and the familiar voice. He couldn't focus on anything else. His expression was blank as he looked around the room. He looked a little strange. He was fidgeting more than usual, and looked a little nervous.
 
Lucius rolled up to Revnoir, smiling. "Hey, Revnoir, I know I'm a burden to the group, with my cripple leg and all. But I wanna make up for it, and I got a plan." Lucius had been thinking of this for about two weeks, and he had been working on his plan a lot.
 
Revnoir looked up at the older man from his sitting position. He carefully watched him, and it took him a moment to be able to speak. "What is it? The plan, I mean."
 
Her eyes had shifted from to look up at Revnoir. The pain now wasn't from the force of impact that Aura had inflicted but for her lover. Her worry and concern was obviously shown on her expression. Slowly, she placed her palms on each of his cheeks, they were warm to the touch again. "Revnoir?.. " Kirsa managed to croak, showing a weak smile. Pressing her forehead on his, she hoped her feelings would reach him. Reach his heart. "I.. love you." She said in a whisper.
 
The blank look on Revnoir's face was obvious, but Lucius wanted to do something about that. "When I was about twenty, i traveled a lot. You know, before the military. On one camping trip in the Alps with some guys, someone taught me how to make crossbows for hunting." Lucius reached behind his weelchair and grabbed three rabbits. "I shot these three in one hour! With this weapon, I can hunt again!" The amount of small game Lucius could shoot each day was enough to feed at least three people a day. "What do you think?"
 
Revnoir seemed a bit jumpy now, subtly trying to pull away from Kirsa. He tried not to make eye contact with either of them, and was fidgeting with his fingers. "If you want, I'm fine with it." His voice was quiet, as he glanced quickly at Lucius. He gently tried to push Kirsa away. No... Don't say that... You can't love something that does not exist. It's not possible. It's all fake. It's useless. Please... Don't... Don't say that you love me.
 
Kirsa noticed his attempt, quickly pulling off him. Did her confession turn him away? He must have not felt the same. She grimaced, staring at the ground for a moment as her hair hid her grim expression. When Kirsa did lift her head, she had a forced smile that was awkard and there were obvious tears in her eyes. "A-Ahhaaa. I w-was kidding you know.. " Kirsa's voice trailed off as she stepped back, away from Revnoir. ".. I'm.. going for a walk.. "
 
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Revnoir made no move to keep her from leaving, and rested his head on the wall. He looked miserable, as if he had lost something that meant so much to him. Good. That is the first step. You managed to do that without me having to tell you, you're doing good.


I don't want to do this. I want it to stop.



No, no! You need to follow through, or you'll be burdened by them and will have to live with the pain they cause you. You don't want that, now do you? Do you??



I don't want to do this... Make it stop...



You will understand once it's all over, my shadow.



Please... Don't leave me...
 
Lucius rolled away. There must be something bothering Revnoir a lot, or else he would not have been like that. Was it the injuries or was it more?


(Anyways, I'm not gonna be very active for a few weeks, maybe a post every three days or so. My grades are shit so I need to study more. Sorry(:'())
 
Finally the tears fell, her chest aching in great pain. He made no effort to even reach out to her. To not even call out her name. Kirsa's smile disappeared and she stared at Revnoir with a blank expression. It hurt too much. To love someone again. Kirsa made that mistake, to immerse her feelings into another person. In the end, the outcome was never good. It never was! She felt anger flow into her but it was instantly masked by her sorrow. Her heart felt as if it had been torn into two.
 
Revnoir stood up in a single, swift movement. He took long steps towards the exit of the building, or what remained of it. He left with not another sound. He made his way out into the white-covered landscape, completely emotionless and devoid of expression.


(gtg sryy!)
 
( Awwww. ;;


And.. NOOOO. Kirsa and Revnoir. TT A TT)


Kirsa left in the opposite direction, the house they had visited earlier and left a trail behind in the snow. Revnoir had become her purpose in life, a person she loved. Now, gone in her life, there was a void in her heart. How could she go on? She entered the blood-painted house and saw her clothes had dried, quickly changing into them as she glanced at the weaved clothes from Revnoir's threads. Her expression was hidden but a few years fell onto the cloth. She stepped a few feet from the house, burying the clothes that Revnoir had made for her, and made her way back to the house. She hid, hid within a closet. Hid from the sorrow which awaited for her outside, clawing to pry at the door and tear at her innocent heart.
 

Leah shifted uncomfortably, spying the map over Yato's shoulder.



'You know... I was stuck in this base for years. We don't need a map...'
 
"Well just in case you know?" Yato sighed and finally finished. He turned around and made a sudden dash towards the exit, camouflaging in threads.


(In school reply later)
 

(Eh, it's between classes for me right now.)



Leah shrugged.



Since they had been wandering and mapping the base, Leah had been thinking... Just her voice, thinking....



She should have expected that Aura wouldn't forgive her. Blood stained her hands. Metaphorically, of course, but it did all the same. She'd hardly be surprised if Yato was the only weaver that was not unnerved by that, or at least didn't try to destroy her.



She wouldn't blame them if they did, anyway....
 
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zen was sitting in front of the building which he had stored all the supplies in. he was eating what seemed to be a chicken leg but smelled of potatoes"man...if i wasn't hungry i wouldn't even consider eating....whatever this is" he mumbled turning the strange tasting food and examining it. he took another bite. though it was unidentifiyable it tasted pretty good
 
zen rolled forward and pulled out his hand cannon aiming at reznos for a second "oh its you" he said blinking and putting his gun back in his pocket" and like i said it because i'm hungry" he exclaimed taking another bite " anyway what brings you here...oh wait let me guess aura?"
 
"hmm...well alright then" said zen taking one more bite then throwing the rest of the ...whatever it was into the woods" let's go then" said zen walking to the building where aura had set himself up in and knocked on the door
 

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