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Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

"You can call me that, but it was Elizabeth." The nurse said, smiling, "What has gotten you down?" Elizabeth asked.
 
"No one is useless. Try smiling a bit more and you will be useful with that alone." She said with an asuring tone to her voice. She placed her hands on Lucius' shoulders and looked at her.
 
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Umbra will be offline for a while due to something she must attend to irl. Please be patient and move on with your characters for the time being.)






Aura walked to where he saw the girl he threw the other day. "Hello..... I would like to take the time to say I'm sorry."
 
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Fuse sat up, taking Espen's beenie off and handing to her. He immediately stood back up while shaking his head like a dog to remove excess snow off his hair. 'Nice to meet you Espen!, Name's Sabrin. But most people call me Fuse, because of my fondness of Grenades.” Fuse replied. Brushing bits of snow off his clothes.

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"Nice to meetcha too." Espen turned around just as Caspian saw them. She innocently hurried towards him.


Cas bonked the bottle against her head playfully and motioned to the building before jogging towards it.
 
"Ιѕ тнιѕ really тнeιr вaѕe? Ιт ѕeeмѕ тoo eхpenѕve ιғ тнey were ιn need oғ нelp. υnleѕѕ тнey нave a glaѕѕ weaver oғ coυrѕe... Тнιѕ place ιѕ dιѕтυrвιng мe, Ι'll go oυт ғor a wнιle тнen." Мιlla ѕaιd ѕlowly тo нerѕelғ. Ѕнe нeaded oυт oғ тнe glaѕѕ palace and вacĸ ιnтo тнe ѕnowy land. ѕнe walĸed мore and мore, нoυrѕ on end. υnтιl ѕнe ғoυnd a ѕмall мaĸeѕнιғт вaѕe? ѕнe waѕ ѕтarvιng and тнιrѕтy. ѕнe ѕpoттed ѕoмe people and oтнerѕ. вυт тнen ѕнe called oυт jυѕт ιn caѕe. "Ιѕ тнιѕ Weave?"
 
The girl shouting at the camp was a surprise. "Lisa, I'll be right back, there's someone there! Hello! This is weave!" Lucius rolled his weelchair towards the girl, reaching with one hand to his handgun. You never know when things might go sideways.
 
"ѕo тнιѕ place really doeѕ need нelp..." Мιlla мυмвled υnder нer вreaтн. "Нм... oĸ... wнaт нappened?" Мιlla ѕιgнed. нe looĸed down aт тнe crιppled old мan. ѕнe waѕ υnιмpreѕѕed.
 
"Who are you? Elizabeth, go get Aura!" Lucius was cautious about a stranger at the camp borders, it had nothing good
 
After wearing herself out a bit on ice and taking a nice rest in the softer snow, Amelia replicated her skates and glided back to the base, traveling quickly over ice frozen by her extended threads. Finally, upon returning, she straightened, still moving, but overestimated her place and ended by tripping into the powdery snow at the end of her invisible white runway. There was a busy, faded collage of footprints and trails by the outside of the base, but there was one lead in particular that looked... Felt, really, a bit peculiar. Amelia stood, doing nothing but stare at it until she realized that the prints weren't one of those that wandered about the base, but a pair that led away from it altogether. Who would go out for an indefinite period of time in this weather in something so much as any random direction..? Well, she couldn't quite answer that herself, she hardly had any idea who the other people in the base were.


Nevertheless, Amelia followed the tracks after assuring herself that Chamomile was adequately occupied and retrieving her few weapons. After all, even if whomever she was following was an ally, there was little telling what, or even who, could be found in these barren lands. Perhaps she'd find some wildlife worthy of her pistol, she wondered.... Using her own trick of speed once more, she continued on her way. Not only was it efficient, but it was far more fun than walking, especially in these conditions.



After about an hour of passing by the same chilled landscape did she note a few moving things in the far-ish distance. She swiftly relived herself of the blades on her shoes and averted her course to circle around to observe in the place of being observed. After scaling one of the few still-stable buildings on the outskirts of a feeble camp, she flattened herself to the roof to watch.



She heard called the name 'Aura'... Aura... That was familiar... Oh, yes! Aura Tsuki-something. Say, wasn't he a prisoner at their own base or something..? Perhaps he had been released? Or escaped? Amelia didn't leave her realm of the base often enough to know most of those answers, but either way... This must be the remnants of that old government thing that she had heard of a long while ago... Perhaps a year or so. She remained, still watching and listening as best she could.
 
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Deus walked threw the base in a attempt to figure out where everyone was."This place can get confusing sometimes." He said as he made his way threw the building. We swore he could of seen a small figure run past him earlier, but when he looked around there was nothing. "Guess I was just imagining things." He was starting to worthy that maybe he was losing his sanity and he really didn't want that. He eventually made his way to a kitchen and made himself a sandwich. He looked at the sandwich smiling his eyes filled with tears of pride."Your my greatest Creation yet."he said as he took a bit out of the sandwich, he munched on it contently savoring all its glorious flavor."Ahh....needs salt." Deus said disappointedly before putting his sandwich down and going to get some salt for it.
 
"Ι caмe нere тo нelp Weave Ι caмe ғroм тнe Ѕweden вrancн..." Мιlla ѕaιd ѕlιgнтly ғaѕт. now aт leaѕт тнere waѕ ѕoмeone тнaт looĸed lιĸe тнey нad мore power. Ѕнe eхaмιned Aυra qυιcĸly. Мιlla ѕιgнed and waιтed ғor a reѕponѕe.


(Yus! I won 2 games in a night
:D 7-0)
 
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Elizabeth was just about to leave when she saw Aura. She listened to what Milla had to say and then frowned a bit thoughfully.
 
Amelia leaned forward a bit, the conversation fueling her curiosity still. Ah, that was right, it was called Weave! Incredible how they'd managed to struggle along for such a time... Thought that didn't answer why the former 'prisoner' was strutting freely about the scattered place. It was difficult from where exactly she was to head each word, but she didn't dare compromise her hidden status.
 
(Back from work! Yay!) Thraon came out from behind a tree. "Your family crests" he demanded of Reznos and Zen.


Reznos showed off his mark on his left hand.
 
'Ugh.. The hell happened?..'


Fuse has now regained his consciousness after a few long hours of getting his face pummeled by a steel box. He sat up, rubbing his head. A slight bump was formed near his forehead, slightly black and purple-ish. He looks around him, pondering where he is. It wasn't Amnesia I'll tell you all. He stood up with a snowball in his hand, that's placed on his bump. He groans, still dizzy and woozy..
 
In a few seconds, Fuse kneeled on his knees, groaning and grunting with pain. He held his head tightly, now screaming in torture, shaking his head back and fort violently..
 
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