GRAVEYARD
Graveyard
Reflexively, you curl tighter. Just another minute. Just another minute of sleep is all you need, but the sun waits for no one. Wait. The sun? After many days and nights with only moonlight to guide you, your eyes snap open and your pupils contract at the light.
It's been a while, hasn't it?
Bask in this euphoria for however long it lasts, until your memory snaps back against your mind like a rubber band. Weren't you dead? No matter how you met your end, you certainly remember dying in vivid detail. The pain that corresponds to the last moment's of your life chooses then to make itself known, trying to wriggle free from your skin almost literally. That mark on your skin wasn't there before either.
Take a moment to breathe and get your bearings, and really take everything into focus. The warm rays of sun that dance upon your skin are colorful and fragmented like a kaleidoscope, the effect of being filtered through stained glass. Of all the places to wake up, it seems you're inside a church that's no stranger to you, St. Mary's Basilica. While the odds are good you've woken up with company somewhere near by, the glint of gold from the altar will likely catch your attention regardless—embedded deep in the altar stands a golden staff, two sculpted wings draped down its sides.
While some things are the same, and some things are different, there are still more questions than answers. But the inscription engraved into the roof of the ceiling of the Church, now visible in proper lighting seems rather apt: Welcome to Krakow (again).
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He can't think. Those last words she said are spiraling in his head and mixing with the nausea. He barely notices the crest on his chest... Or the webbed frills on his elbows reminicient of a dark blue mermaid's. He needs a moment to get his bearings, to think...
But he quickly realizes he's not alone.]
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The first warning he'll get is the distinct sound of heel against floor, and the second a verbal decry—it is a young girl's voice, sharp and full of conviction, a contrast between the Lady's whimisical speech. As is the color of her attire, red armor from head to toe, her half helmet showing lips pressed together in a thin line. ]
You. Stand up and face the consequence of your wretched existence. If you have any last words I'll hear them before I devour you with my flames. [ Blade drawn, shield in her other hand she looks ready to strike. But she waits, true to her word. ]
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[He's stumbling to his feet at the sight of a strange girl and her blade- OH DEAR LORD.]
Wait a minute, what are you even talking about?! Who are you, what is this place?!
[He's getting ready to bolt since those two standing to the side are probably not going to help.]
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If your plan is to scurry like the manifestation you've become, then I truly hold no remorse for you at all. I shall turn you into ashes! [ With that she follows up to close the distance with even measured steps, waving her blade as she does so to summon a fireball at Shin. Even if he doesn't move the fire will graze him barely, her intentions apparently to see him squirm. ]
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I'm sorry, wanting to flee is a perfectly natural response to a strange woman threatening to kill me again. I don't even know what you mean by "manifestation!"
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[ suddenly: a very annoyed redhead stepping between them. ]
Hands up and swords down if anyone here agrees that thereβs already too much murder happening. Look at me raising both my hands!!
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The truth is, the trials make Noelle rather tense. Not only they're a lot of murder, they also involve doing what the masterminds tell them to. The fact that people get attacked by those creatures -- creatures that killed her, as if that wasn't enough -- makes her even more worried and afraid, and now, Shin appeared here, clearly halfway turned into one of those things. She would never admit she was hoping for Ojou-san to obliterate him, if only so she wouldn't have to get a reminder of her death every time she sees Shin.
And now, a fireball was coming towards her. The fireball flies through the air at a surprising speed. It takes barely a second for it to cross the place towards the spectators. By the moment Noelle is aware of the danger, it's too late. Her good reflexes aren't enough to avoid that. Noelle raises her arms to protect her face, the fireball impacting against her forearms]
Ah, shit--!
[That hurts! Noelle lowers her arms, giving a look at the damage. Yup, those are burns.
The moment Noelle notices something is wrong is when very, very slowly, her skin starts healing. It's very slow, but it's unmistakable. At the sight of that, Noelle's eyes widen, while she looks up with a very clear expression of horror on her face. Everything that was bothering her comes to her head right away, the whirlwind of emotions she had managed to suppress being about to burst.
Her powers are activating on their own.A debilitating headache grips her immediately. Noelle touches one of her burned forearms, her hands glowing slightly]
I...had enough...of everything...just make it all STOP!
[ The glow on her hands intensity, like she's trying to use Aufero on herself, like she's trying to extract her own energy, or extract something about her. Of course that has no effect, but she keeps trying anyway. The headache increases, turning so loud she can't even think anymore, she keeps gripping herself, hunching over while tears of fury start to stream down her face. It's a vicious cycle with no end.
Or perhaps, there indeed is an end. A crack appears on her chest, bright and noticeable even through her clothing. The crack widens, branching, starting to slowly cover her torso, but she doesn't notice, too deep into the vortex of her despair bursting out like a dam.
She's too far gone to help, and it all happened in the span of just a dozen seconds. Too fast for anyone to do anything. By the time somebody notices she's definitely not okay, she's past the point of no return]
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STOP! [ There's been a lot of that word lately. But it's late, much too late, and her next utterance is a curse in German as she dashes forward shield out in front. Her blade tracing an arcing motion, the blade bright red, as she channels the fire in her veins and her soul. ]
Wackenroder! [ Swords aren't meant to defend, but she doesn't have a choice. For all her brattiness and obstinate demeanor, she was a sworn protector of the land. Fire sprouts forward from her command encircling Noelle, building a cage, a literal fire wall just before the reaction completes. Containing a bomb is no easy task, and she gets flung violently backward despite her makeshift attempt at containment. Everyone else in the Church will also get pushed back in this literal explosion of light and energy, but her plan worked well enough at least in that she took the full force of it.
There's nothing left of the girl called Noelle when everyone's vision clears, not even a speck of dust or spot on the ground. A blessing given the circumstances, that this church is not covered in blood or anything worse. But regardless it's clear, Noelle is... well she no longer exists. Shin feels like a secondary concern now, all thing's considered. ]
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[Shin was the first to join him, so he'd suspected they had some manner of collaboration on the matter. But he'd rather hear the details from the person himself.]
Care to fill me in on what I missed~?
[What. Did. You. Do.]
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[She's fiesty.]
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Hopefully not in this... energetic... a manner.
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[Lo and behold the wrath of Ojou-san]
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Are you satisfied, now?
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[ He clearly is not. ]
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