Nisahime

Taking her exit as Freya would struggle to find the strength to stand, simply releasing the scythe sees it turn to a vapor. The maiden takes stock of her surroudings and is met with a league of tired looking faces, and she locks eyes with Eruda. It was just as playful as before, was this what the girl was hoping for? A front row seat into the demons of her companions? "Now the twins have seen the truth." speaking to the story as if a participant or a member of the audience. Eventually, her sights set on the last within this field, the very same that had brought the others. “Fractured and

A flick of her wrist and that Yomi disappears, added to a pile of freshly plucked apples in subspace. "I could tell you that I am exhausted, or that this wasn't delightful. That would be lie." It was clear she was pleased, after all this was a regular feast and her strength was growing nigh exponentially in tune with the newly formed contracts. Trailing away with that same almost unfeeling walk, as Sam collapses under the weight of being shoved a new power she'd never imagined. One that she held and yet never had seen. Slinking behind Freya, a pair of arms sliding around her neck and down her

The slightly audible crunch of grass underfoot, that occasionally gives view to a pair of pristine feet. Although it felt as though time carried on, not a single change in the environment. As if everything was halted, and in one's stomach a warmth mixed with almost the feeling of being weightless and unhindered. "My My Eruda, for whatever purpose would you need to invade anothers dreams?" There was a coy twist to her tone, as if silently judging the girl. "It is not something done lightly, after all free will is one of the strongest contenders despite how solid ones destiny is. Where a path le

Walking through the long, winding halls of a labyrinth, the white hair parades past her shoulders. The woman drags an outstretched hand against the stone pillars that surround her. Dust collecting on her palms, the click of her heels against the cobble. "What an intriguing turn of events. It would appear that even beyond those trapped by fate. That those around them can alter it. Control over one's destiny, and defying it for another. Normally, that would lead to the forfeit of something. And yet, they shared the debt, as if cheating the cost. What a pleasant, unforeseen exchange." Peering up

Finding a place in that grass to take a seat of her own, the white dress draping and billowed out in a spray. Slender white legs take to a fold, as her back pressed against that large tree. With intensity, a simple yet almost commanding stare into Eruda as she offers, thanks. It was as if she would not accept it, for it wasn't her doing that had brought this about. After all, they were beside fate and not a part of it. "I am always watching. Always listening." That face gains a smile in an almost playful flavor. She'd shut her eyes, as if she was going to rest. To see, one needed to dream.

Rounding the base of that tree, dragging a slender hand across the bark. A woman with white hair, with a composed stare as she stared into the face of the boy in her domain. On the messenger's call, she'd look at this child almost with curiosity and interest. After all, for so long she spoke, and he could not hear her. "This might be easier at first, belief comes to those that can see. I would ask what you see, child?" That same snapping of brush, gently bending as she moved more into plain view. Basking in the glow and although the colors would seem off from memory, the face was undeniab

A glance back over her shoulder toward the truth staring back at her, finding the pair of rich blue eyes of Takeshi tried. "Then we can begin, only by releasing such hopes of a burden of proof can you truly experience freedom. A simple peer through a mirror was all it took for him to seek me out. I heard a murmur in the dark, something begging for a way to become realized. A heart wishing to become birthed again. Yet it is still divided, curious indeed." The very notion of broken destiny that took two separate paths. What would uniting them bring, and would the heart and mind survive such a me

That sharp gaze still fixated focused down on fighters, still battling it out with tenacity. "Fun, or testing their mettle? Testing their strengths and their reliance. They aspire hope in one another, understand one another far better than any conversation could ever convey." As she lifted that empty cup with an index and thumb, she'd move it to her lips again, as if pretending something was there. "What of you?" The woman looked over as if expectant of some answer, a bit of almost a mischievousness to her tone. "Could you stand with them? Fight in that mixture of blood and sweat." A glin

A rather elegant raise, black hair cascading down in fine strands as she starts to move. "Thank you for leading them here, my messengers." Soft patters, as grass bends under foot. Bare feet on turf as that white dress pours and tussles it in her wake. As she'd walk, you'd find her image shift and change, as if an answer to a question. One of blonde hair, short and within a mere instant it was back to the woman. It suspended belief, as it happened between a blink of an eye. As if it never happened at all. "They always are." Her head pivoting down and bringing about an intense lock of her e

Flower petals scatter down like gently drifting rain, disappearing into grass as if finding its way into water. The faint scent of them, sweet to the tongue. All skills seem to fade, and with it suits of armor are simply not present. Gone, as if they were fake, imaginary. As was the whole of Aincrad. The players respective plight had seemed to fade away with them. A waning bit of time from before, seemed reset. A morning sun hung there in the blue sky above, not a single cloud. Maps on player's HUD's were distorted and fogged, looking like static on a TV screen. The crunch of footsteps as they

Such a simple cognition, a simple perception. "A battle of wills, a true reflection of who they are." A bit of silver dancing through sapphire colored eyes, if only for a brief instant. "Lies fall away, aspirations, hopes and dreams boil to the surface. The reward is a trivial thing. In this contest of wills, testing and tempering each other's resolves. Look closer." Another sip as she twists her hair, feeling a stir in her stomach as if gravity was exerting its presence. Motions carried on in the background, beneath the exchange of weighty blows. The universe was shifting, the stars alig

Nursing a white ceramic tea cup, pressed into her palm. Leg's folded beneath her, as if she was performing a ceremony. Eyes focused intensely at the matches between fighters, the droning of conversation on the edges. A sudden inclusion of another casts a shadow at her side, albeit a short one. "Quite the excitable sort, or are we? Unusual, and obtuse. What do you see?" Another sip of that drink, a rather small little container. Notably, near her was no food, and no vessel to contain more. That fixation seemed adamantly pressed forward, overlooking the exchange of sweat. Locked to each pla

Aimless, and yet unwavered. Traveling but without a destination. Seeking, but without knowledge as to what. A small slip of paper adorning a board, an inquiry into strength. Curiosity and intrigue, removed and revealed. "I hadn't had much luck as of late." The woman remarks to no one in particular. Slinking off and finding her way upward, passage sought and found without an issue. Bright and gleaming, a burning ball coining a sunrise. It was early, and those fit had already been provided passage. Takumi looks to her, and hesitates for a moment. "Fighter?" The woman lifts her hand and snap

Through the thoroughfare she'd been a few times before, and this time no different. The realm between had led her here, and whatever reason still lingered at the back of stirring thoughts. Her vision sensitive as she sought out the culprit. To Oni, she casts off the same lingering clutter and is paid in turn. But those fragments of cyan were no longer desired, no, and as she collects a few varied little trinkets that spoke to her in a garbled and distorted mess. "That will suffice as always, enjoy your seeds Kuni." The woman smiles, which she hadn't before. There was a sudden shift in her pres

Watching this smattering of players, the fate touched, begin to take up spaces. All to their own devices, all with their own ambitions. Such were the ways of the heart. Lifting that little red marble up, sees it vanish. Finding its way away into a place where she and she alone could retrieve it. "Rest well, heart of the sea." The sky takes to a vibrant spectrum of color, mixed and yet defined. Where multiple hues could meld together and yet were still themselves. Eyes flare in white, matching a myriad of stars that began to find their way through that blackness. Her hands slide back to su