Setsuna

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12/5/23

Item Fusion (Freyd)

Item Evaluation (Oscar):
206365, T4/Perfect/Handwraps (Materials Sent 3/17/22)

PLOT

12/5/23

Item Fusion (Freyd)

Item Evaluation (Oscar):
206365, T4/Perfect/Handwraps (Materials Sent 3/17/22)

Another spoonful of jasmine rice stuck in a clump on the edge of a pair of chopsticks. "Perhaps your right, Therein lies the difficulty with being blind. You lack the ability to see the world for what it truly is." The epiphany was nearly lost on her, spoken as an insightful turn of phrase. "But consider me a cynic. I doubt that anything can be so honest and true, life is never easy nor difficult. It is no different then hunting a target. There will be moments of surprise, moments where everything moves according to a plan. Its adapting that is common place, I imagine that this is no different."

A wave of white continued to billow out in droves, as Skadi continued to freeze the air around it. Creating this cloud of white mist that escaped out in all directions, wisping harmlessly across and concealing the sand below them. "Your honesty is a welcome change then what I am used to, most try to dodge the question or fail to answer mine. Perhaps I've been making decisions without considering that they were decisions. I believed that my cause was dictated entirely by the system, but it was a decision to follow that dictation. It was the most palatable and cut and dry way to approach the problem." Her gaze shifts from the blade to Alkor, finding the contrast of his eyes as hers seemed to glow his seemed to match their dimming horizon. "Every life a burden..." Dreams and nightmares confirmed such a mentality, the very same that discouraged her from sleeping.

"But I am a woman. Your logic seems disjointed." Her brain was struggling with that last part, one could see it as a joke but given the plain deadpan on her face it was hard to take it as such. Dropping another portion of rice into her gullet as she responds.

A cold and unwavered intensity even still, questioning the foundation of her beliefs. Perhaps it wasn't the method but the motive. There had been a few as of late that despite a marker, were spared. On the contrary, there were a select few that she felt inclined to end despite owning the ticker that they'd done no wrong. "The truth is a hard pill to swallow, but pretending or avoiding it succeeds nothing." she spoke to the sentiment and to this very discussion. Setsuna was always of the mind to consider and weigh her options, think impartially about information. There was no emotion in it, save for fury.

No matter how angry she was, it never controlled her. It was a weapon and fuel to a fire but nothing more.

"Such a foolish ideal. I considered the notion but it seems a fallacy. A tool does what it is designed to do. Baldur spoke earnestly of his art, and yet I do not see it." The clear observations from the dark regarding another who wielded a blade like her own. "At least you know this." worming through her clothes and seeking out the simplest of meals, an excuse for a reason to stay. A small black box to which she lifts a lid, inside nothing more then rice. Plain white rice. Like fresh driven snow, plain but adequate.

"There is no harder truth then death, and the consequences that lead to it. I have watched and spoke to, sought and mimicked others. I find most of their troubles to be surface deep, and a waste of effort." Sliding a piece of rice from a slick pair of metal chopsticks into her mouth, to silence the nagging alarm bell reminding her to eat. "Although the pain lays on the survivor, and it is through that pain one can tell the difference. That will be my decision. I cannot decide based on 'feeling' for I have long lost the ability to be merciful." offering another small chunk of rice into her mouth. Her demeanor would make this feel almost transactional, robotic. "But if they fail to show remorse, then my decision is made for me."

Weighing carefully the lesson that the swordsman had wished to teach. That cold and calculating gaze, almost keeping with it a sense of naivety. "No further has a fact been spoken. A blade is an extension of the self, an assertion of will and drawing it requires an adhere to a code. Mine, answers a cry of violence each time its drawn." Looking to the hungering blade in the dust, finding itself its own oozing mist. Having slipped so gently out of its saya, the embrace of Snowfrost still bleeding from it.

"Setsunin~to." Setsuna remarks bluntly. "Is counter to your beliefs. It is called the 'self-killing' blade. It robs you of who your humanity. It is to put oneself in harms way, deliberately to destroy your foes. There is no passion, or pride in it. Only fact, living and dead. Its an acceptance that you belong in hell." There was the most quizzical look that drew itself on Setsuna's face. Studying herself and her methods, carefully weighing her actions. Like she was rewriting her way of thinking. "If the blade is drawn, it means that death is inevitable. To live or die by the edge when its pulled from its saya."

This was her creed, but perhaps she was far too liberal when it would be drawn.

"I do not have a perspective, and I have not for nearly all my time in Aincrad. Simply black and white. The system was choosing my targets. Hidden was my first actual choice." Setsuna recalled the affair. "Mari, my second." Eyes trained on the blade, as if expecting it to pay her a reply. "And you my third." There was a weight to hers, but the weight came in sheathing it. White vapor would begin to envelop her, attempting to view their perspectives.

"It was the easiest way to decide, yanno?" Her appearance taking the shape of Mari, voice and all. Offering a twist of her figure, and with it a crude smile. Nursing the unkempt hair upon her head with a rake of her fingers.

"No way to choose, who should die. It's so fucking difficult" The tone of her voice sliding so notably to mirror that of Hidden as her look would match it. That dismissive posture, the sheer snide twist to her mouth.

"Drawing a blade is supposed to be a choice. To defend others, and protect them from harm" Again, this time it matches a cyan blue haori. Long brown hair in a tight ponytail. A katana at its side, matched with various pieces of black armor on the man. The tone a clear and concise regal sense of authority. Like a teacher.

"Yet, It wasn't. If perspectives shape the world, then I have failed. No matter how you spin it, there was a misstep. I never hesitated." Turning to the phoenix as himself, and taking a sharp inhale from a pseudo pipe. It kindles and sprays its amber orange glow upon the backdrop. A proof in her study of the knight.

The various shapes break and fall away, like snow. "As I am now, there was never a decision. They will be given a choice and a chance, before I draw the blade. But my threats will be real. Change, allow me to forgo drawing the blade that once drawn will accept nothing but blood." And as she stared at Alkor blankly not understanding, she'd add "It was the truth, I refuse to pretend otherwise. You were honest, I repaid it."

It would appear that the girl was staring at the horizon as if searching for something. Setsuna was trying to see his perspective, in the most literal sense. Some had considered her a creature of the cardinal, a manifested weapon and punishment akin to that of redemption. Or a response for the lack of an attempt at the quest. To others a story, a big fish story that had no truth. To the ones that knew the truth, they never lived to tell it. She was the boogy man, one that existed but didn't. No truer a statement then how she felt.

"They were, once." A simple response as her silver-blue hair caught the moonlight, as if a reciprocation of the moon. A single blink as she'd turn, a fixated gaze as she seemed to stare through him. They caught the light the same, making them glow in that same icy shade as far too many had seen moments before death. "I could see it in your walk. In the way you carry yourself." The creature of the mists, held to her eyes to him with intensity. "The way you draw your blade. There's weight to it. You hesitate when you choose to draw it. Even now, you admit it honestly." As if she could see him making the choice each and every time.

"I never thought there was a decision." recalling far too many times she didn't make one. To her it was always a storm, where every life was lanterns upon a blackened sea. Unless there was something to stem the tide, a lantern would sink. "I've contemplated killing you." stating it as nothing more then a fact, honesty deserved honesty. "There was a time I would have. Without a second thought." Setsuna put rather plainly. "But although you took a life, there's a weight to your weapon." She'd recall the time she almost drew her blade on Mari, and she was forced to sheathe it.

"I found you interesting, I watched you. Waiting for the moment I would have to cut you down. For when the weight would disappear." Her eyes trace to his. "And yet, it hasn't. Maybe your proof. That I'm wrong." Setsuna's eyes trail back to the moon.

Placing the pipe gingerly into the phoenix's clutches, staring out into the horizon that had since twisted to twilight. The orange being replaced with the cool blue, night had fallen. "I'm afraid, what happens when I do?" Setsuna admitted her only fear. "I agree." Kneeling low and using her left hand to push her skirt beneath her butt. Modest even still, Alkor would get the taste of the chilled weather of Snowfrost. It held to her no matter where she went, although the heat on floor 9 threatened it. "People can't stomach the thought of murder. I've dealt with the hesitation and with the desire to avoid it from others. I assumed that it took a specific sort to move past it. I did not hesitate for fear of what would come from that hesitation."

A foot or less from Alkor, tracing the view from where he sat. She wanted so desperately to see through his eyes, and learn from his experience. A studious child that became a persistent woman. "Taking from others leaves you with nothing. All it does is buy you one more day, at the expense of everything that comes later." Held fast as she perused the horizon from the same shoes, she found his introspection stemmed from an account that most couldn't speculate. "Have you ever taken a life?" The brutal question, one that she'd said blankly.

That thickened ball of flame began to linger just above the glowing sea of dust, about to find itself submerged in its expanse. Eyes lock to Alkor watching wistfully as he spins a pipe in his clutches, clearly taking in his words. It was rather strange how the two had so obvious a difference in opinion and yet both found the ground to discuss. "There isn't a good answer." the girl remarked in a low monotone, that fell from her lips like an afterthought. "I know that I am broken. I cannot picture myself outside of this."

Admitting it more to herself then for Alkor's benefit.

"For years, this has been my duty. No one else wishes to wade through the filth. They don't want to die, and yet some still persist regardless. When will they learn, who will make the call if not me? I shouldn't have to be the one to deal out justice to a bunch of wolves in human skin. I know it has happened before, others that have taken lives for a wrong committed. And yet it still runs rampant on the streets of Aincrad." Sliding up from her stone, the sharpest glare on her brow. Nursing dark thoughts that stuck in her head, an anger that could not be quelled. She lacked the tools to handle it on her own.

"I'm just like them and I wont pretend that I am not." Staring down at Alkor in his seated position, katana in its sheathe in her left hand hung firmly. A motion she'd held it in time and time before, before it was torn out and removed a life. Holding so heavily, before it hits the dirt.

"I don't know how to make it stop, I want it to stop." With a clear outrage plastered on her face, she snatches that pipe from Alkor and takes a puff. It burned and was intense, it was uncomfortable and it found heat in places she'd never felt. Her eyes water and for once the pain was elsewhere. The instinct to cough was suppressed by her own instinct to understand. Exhaling the smallest whaff of smoke, the most defeated and broken murmur.

"When..."

As her attentions lingered on the sun, basked in that burning glow in silence. Allowing Alkor the ground to speak. After all she was fair. Wisps of smoke emanating from the phoenix's pipe listing limply through the air around them both, being carried by the odd wind as it would pass by. "Your absolutely right. For all but one thing." Words hang limply off her lips as they played out, weak and quiet in their delivery. Spoken as if to not disturb some lingering thing that lay out in this wasteland, or perhaps as she did not feel the need to speak loudly. "There is only life and death. I am deciding who lives or dies. Despite what you might believe. I hate it."

Turning to face him, blade handle still stayed on her shoulder as she sat cross legged upon a stone. "I absolutely despise what I do, what I have to do. To put it bluntly Alkor." An odd turn of phrase, speaking someone's name. She didn't do it often. "Its disgusting, its ugly. Its bloodshed. Removing cancer." There was no room for a smile, a lifeless and cold deadpan had conquered her face long ago. "I wish it were different. That these creatures running around in human skin haven't forgotten what its like to be human. They are someones child, someones friend..." A blanking out for a moment on the statement. "But somewhere along the way, it was lost. Now all that's left, are ravenous wolves that wish to devour everything they set their sights on."

A harsh wind takes her hair aloft. "They do not value lives, I can show no mercy. To defeat an enemy, you must become them." Her attention affixes back to the sun. "You did not answer my question. How many Alkor, when is enough enough?"

A sharpness to her tone, as she slinked into herself. "Everything I had, everything I knew." The faintest pain on her tone, as if her heart was bleeding. "You know how hard it is to rebuild from nothing, in a world you know nothing about. Its overwhelming, consuming. It's easy to say, that I can just start over and forget. But it haunts me, I cannot sleep, I cannot eat. And this game wont even let me die." Embracing her arms, feeling warmth that burned and ached. As it would turn out, emotional scars could be much deeper then any physical one.

Turning to Alkor with a glare, clenching her jaw and locking eyes with him. "I have seen it a thousand times." The killer that pleads for their lives, turns on their heels the moment they are spared. Simply waiting for the coast to be clear, then finding some other nefarious bullshit to dive into. Exploitation, Battery, or Murder. It didn't matter who it hurt, or who it killed as long there was a dollar sign attached to it. If it meant that at least they survived this mess, they were perfectly content being selfish and ruthless. So why should she be kind or pardon them?

"I am not proud of it, but these people you fight so adamantly to convince me their lives are worth anything. How many lives do they have to take before your willing to finally pull the trigger. Have you lost anyone? What would you say to me when you let someone like Vitreous go and he killed my friends. 'Sorry, his life was worth more then theirs?' or 'I didn't have the right to stop him?'" Looking out toward the sun, sizing the fires of hell in their reflection on her eyes. "I don't have time for that garbage, and my purpose is to weigh those who would do these unforgivable acts. Not allow them to sponge off someone else's life, because others completely fail to stop them. Some are not worth sparing, or worth forgiving. The moment you realize that you will finally understand my purpose. If you have a way to identify those worth sparing other then a damn cursor I am all ears. But I will not pretend that is everyone."

Finding some comfort in a hand placed upon her head, although it was nearly scalding. Survival had done her wonders as to wielding skadi, but it had also robbed her of all heat and cast her pale white. "I was late the only time it mattered. I was naive, hopeful. Before Aincrad I was blind." The retelling stung hotter then any knife or blade, like a razor across her throat. A knot the size of an apple. A story not spoken but lived, where few knew it. "The three charged with introducing me to this game, as a way for me to experience what it is like to see. They were brutally murdered outside of Tomoika, right outside the safezone by a few feet." That wound was still so deep, the single line drawn down her face burned as well. Showing that somewhere deep below the cold there was heat.

"That wall has hundreds of names, and each one reminds me of them. Vitreous took everything from me in one day." A sharp glance at Alkor, that stilled composure with the slight gleam on her cheek. "I cant save everyone, I can hardly save a few. There is a limit to what one person can do. I am still skeptical of the ones I spared that night on floor 23." The truth held like glue, that those orange players from the tundra could very well shoving a knife in someone at this very instant.

"This world is alien to me, all these colors. In another life I could have experienced it all for the first time, but my first vision was that of the sickening natures of people." The cold hard truth, a fact she'd considered time and time again. What if things were different?

"I've been this all my life, absent and devoid. They were my direction, the hands that led me to what I enjoyed. Without them I am lost, and I have no idea where to begin to discover what makes me happy." That was it, the final nail in her coffin. Her life had never truly began and this was her one chance to grow into her own. And it was taken from her.

Dragging the small oiled bit of cotton down the length of the blade, as it threatened to freeze but couldn't. A permafrost film following it instead, giving the metal a look like breath on a window. The girl glanced over, a pair of striking cyan blue eyes that were in direct contrast to the orange hued backdrop. "Such a curious place for laughter, and yet it suits you." Setsuna remarked with that same signature tone, chilled and aloof. "It is quite the jail cell, and some would be lead to believe it paradise. So foolish and frivolous, the small birds in cages that try to tap and cope with their prison. I'd rather not pretend."

Looking to a burnt out ball that clung above, dust taking to a sweeping cloud that proved this places emptiness. "That I can almost imagine. A night to where I cannot sleep, where screams and tears tear at my eardrums. Where a lead lined wall is a constant reminder of my weakness. No matter how fast I run, or how much I train. I can kill without mercy, or remorse. But despite all of my efforts, I will always have been too late."

The girls attention shifts to Alkor with an intensity, a fixation and in her retelling it was devoid of anything save a gaze that did not waver. It appeared tired, lax. "I cannot reason with the monster, there will be no safety from it. I cannot see it, nor hear it. I am the monster, and I cannot escape myself."

Sliding the blade back into its saya.

"Welcome to hell."

Taking her place on a bit of what was once a ceiling, now nothing more then a crumbled slab of stone. Using her hand to press a skirt like slant flat as she folds her legs and offers a blade to her lap. Sliding it from its sheathe and revealing a parade of white mist like dry ice that collects beneath her. The girl removes a small box, long and thin and lifts the lid. Inside a bottle of oil, a few rags of different textures and a slab of stone affixed to a block. A metallic click as she twists the handle, one eye shut as she scans the katana's edge.

"Normal people don't belong here. This is not a place for the living." Setsuna remarks coolly, as she casts some water from a uncorked gourd to the stone and begins to rake the edge on its surface. "Which begs the question, how have you found your way to this place?" The slick noise of metal on stone, as she worked out all the knicks and wear on the steel. But for such an inquiry, a price had to be paid in trade. "I am here, because this place is free of folly and of falsehoods. There are no requirements, no judgements and as you said. It's quiet, but I'm not much of a thinker." An acknowledgement paired with a dabbing of a rod soaked in oils.

Through an amber orange glow of setting sun, past crystalline fixtures that once drew life. The soft patter of tabi on a layer of dust that threatened to consume everything. Each step leaving a small groove, a remnant that would be erased by the next passing wind. A frozen heart one that matched avalanche, filled to the brim with sorrow. More of the shambling dead rushed haphazardly into the storm and found themselves trapped in its wake. Like lemmings off a cliff, their tendons seize and refuse as the temperature dropped. There was an elegant beauty to this exile, where most would fear to tread. A silence that was deafening and yet welcoming. None to preach, none to listen. Absent and empty.

Pressing on as power emanated from her, as if the cardinal could sense her wavering emotion. Pent up anger and remorse, and with it a shield that held it from view. "This is the truth. This is where I belong. In the wreckage of all i've wrought." A soft murmur bounces off the walls as one of the only sounds. Catching a side glance, a familiar face perched on his own catching the same sight. A hand releases her katana's grip, immediately on edge and ready to draw blood.

"What brings you to purgatory?" The girl offers in a stoic and chilling question.

A decrepit city of stone and soil, where moss clung to every surface. Shambling dead move to and throw through every nook and cranny. Each passing moment sees another small fraction of rubble fall from nearby decayed building, making a sharp clack that causes the horrors of the floor rushing to it. Ravenous like wolves, they clamber to the sound as if it was bell to the next meal. A soft exhale from the girl sees the bitter frost sheering cold turn them to nothing more then frigid statues. Beyond that which most could challenge, and with it a sense of stagnancy and a lack of purpose.

Lately her drive had dwindled, as the point had escaped her as if long ago. These crooks had found a tomb of their own making, and with it their demise lingered overhead like a watchful guillotine. Her intervention felt no longer required, the very throws of violence had since died with a sense of dread. The ever vigilant ghost of floor 4, who most had come to know as a ruthless and malevolent specter without mercy. A gambit well played, and with it a sin that would forever stain pale white hands.

A form of contentment, she'd not accept the folly of salvation. Her choice was made, and despite her appearance she was always a woman confident in her choices. That sin would lead her to damnation, and she welcomed it. For although she was a monster, she'd accept judgement when it came.

"Blood will beget blood, and it will rain like snow."

Dont remember if this is right, yell at me if I goof

6/18/23

Fusion/Upgrading:

solemn. | [#193305a] | TIER 3 CLOTH ARMOR | EVA | RISKY | HB
regards. | [#193292] | TIER 3 CLOTH ARMOR | REGEN | EVA | HB

Becomes:

regards. | [#] | TIER 3 CLOTH ARMOR | EVA II, HB II
[desc.]: black techwear hoodie, with a high collar. stiff material, and a multitude of pockets.

costs: x1 scale, x1 shard | [paid.]

Yep, this

Fusion/Upgrading:

solemn. | [#193305a] | TIER 3 CLOTH ARMOR | EVA | RISKY | HB
regards. | [#193292] | TIER 3 CLOTH ARMOR | REGEN | EVA | HB

Becomes:

regards. | [#] | TIER 3 CLOTH ARMOR | EVA II, HB II
[desc.]: black techwear hoodie, with a high collar. stiff material, and a multitude of pockets.

costs: x1 scale, x1 shard | [paid.]

PH

198876, T4/Perfect/Cloth Armor + [Demonic Scale]

Dark Messenger's Garb
T4 Demonic Cloth Armor | MIT 1 | RISK 2 | REC 1
A matt black pairing of hoodie and pants, slightly reminiscent of real world casual wear mixed with the garb worn by some of Aincrad's most notorious assassins.  At home in the light or shadow, it belongs in both worlds where its wearer once belonged to neither.  Taking a chance also makes it, and him, that much more dangerous.

170844, T3/Perfect/Light Armor [Koga's/HOLD Fusion]

3/9/22

Materials Sent (Dated | 9/22/21)

Materials Sent: 10/6/20

3/4/22

204936, T1/Perfect/Light Armor
204938, T4/Perfect/Light Armor

204926, T1/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
204927, T1/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
204928, T1/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
204930, T1/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
204931, T1/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
204932, T1/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
204933, T1/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage
204935, T1/Rare/Light Armor Intended to Salvage

3/3/22 (Crafting Respite: 186446)

204522, T1/Perfect/Cloth Armor

204519, T1/Rare/Cloth Armor Intended to Salvage
204521, T1/Uncommon/Cloth Armor Intended to Salvage
204523, T1/Uncommon/Cloth Armor Intended to Salvage
204524, T1/Rare/Cloth Armor Intended to Salvage
204525, T1/Uncommon/Cloth Armor Intended to Salvage
204526, T1/Rare/Cloth Armor Intended to Salvage
204528, T1/Uncommon/Cloth Armor Intended to Salvage
204529, T1/Uncommon/Cloth Armor Intended to Salvage
204530, T1/Uncommon/Cloth Armor Intended to Salvage

204532, T1/Perfect/Cloth Armor
204534, T1/Perfect/Cloth Armor
204536, T2/Perfect/Cloth Armor
204537, T3/Perfect/Cloth Armor
204540, T3/Perfect/Cloth Armor
204543, T4/Perfect/Cloth Armor
204545, T1/Perfect/Light Armor

204541, T4/Uncommon/Cloth Armor Intended to Salvage
204542, T4/Uncommon/Cloth Armor Intended to Salvage
204539, T3/Rare/Cloth Armor Intended to Salvage
204533, T1/Rare/Cloth Armor Intended to Salvage
204544, T1/Uncommon/Light Armor Intended to Salvage

A somber tone, as she'd remove herself from that which was born again. The howling winds continued on around them, where not a moment before had become silent. Through thoughts and consequence or a clash of hope, a single moment of security betwixt its gaze. Caught on the taste of what might come, on the thought of what might be. And yet she chose this, chose to stay her blade for but a brief moment. The truth was the girl could not stand what she had become, and it was plastered on the still fleeting callousness stuck to her brow as if it was adhered there.

The slight popping of her heels digging in, virtually unfazed by the bitter sting as the weather continued to bite. Durability however only on the exterior, as a writhing bubbling of the case around her heart. Threatened to boil over. At the end of this display, it had been Alkor who had dismissed his weapon. Shown a leap of faith that Setsuna would not have. Perhaps that was the trick, the secret. A truth. All too often the girl was treated as a weapon, a husk, something dead. But there were those, so finite few, that were capable of seeing the humanity locked within that sheet of ice. Although it was kept dormant, for fear of what it might mean or do. Protected, a select few could see it.

The few that could cause her to question her ideals.

Footsteps being the one staple, breaking away as weight found them. "Southeast" But a single twisted phrase that struggled to not be swallowed up. The pale coloring of Setsuna's skin didn't offer her any visibly against the storm, and yet her silhouette would. Alkor was to play her guide into the unknown, the most she could do was offer him the same.

A quiver in her eyes, as the color starts to fizzle and fade out. "Who will have mercy on me!?" What an odd question, as she kept with that same intensity. The words fighting to be heard in the maelstrom that screamed around them. The snow threatening to bury them both under its magnitude. "I am already drowning in it, Alkor, It's all I can feel. I won't pretend I am not a monster, I hate myself." A scattering of something glimmers and is sucked into that wave, and the shout felt pained. Like an exposed wound in agony, it felt taxed and bleeding. She was lying to herself, to protect herself.

"I am just like them, and it makes me sick to my stomach." A thought races through her head, she's been here before. A sharp pain in her chest, as if someone had driven a blade clean through and out the back. "I cannot stand that you would see me that way. It's true, but I hate it." Choking out the admission, feeling weak and struggling to remain up and unfazed. The fractures were evident on her prison of glass. 

"Because I imagine if I was born without sight, every minute I could experience even small things like color, I'd be amazed."

The intensity starts to fall away, a tenacity trying to resist and plug up the holes. Stop from breaking away. "Why did it have to be you? If it was anyone else, I wouldn't think twice. I would be second guessing this. It would be obvious." Her words sharp, as the white grew that much denser. 

"I'm just speaking on the irony of a burgeoning Otaku calling someone a dork." The memory of that quirky shit eating grin, one that had stuck with her.

The soft crunch as she moves toward the man, a question of intention with a scowl plastered on her face. She debated mentally, as Alkor would size up her intentions carefully. Should she cut him down, and stay true to what she believed was right.

*crunch*

A sourness hung on the air like a stink, trying to convince herself to do it.

*crunch*

It would be difficult, but she couldn't let him stand in her way

*crunch*

Staring up with this sinister twist in her eye, that same bitter cold composure that all had come to expect. *poof* and what seemed like without reason, she sticks to him like a net. Expecting her rebuttal, instead he gets an eyeful of the top of her scalp. "Fine, have it your way. Prove me wrong." She mutters with that same taste of spite. She didn't cut him in half.

2/19/22
Materials Sent: 8/23/21

Materials Sent: 9/22/21

YEET

Given to Koga
Given to Bismuth
Given to Xena