02-20-2016, 09:41 AM
The girl... what was her name? She was falling, endlessly, whoever she was. She didn't know for how long, or why, anymore, but there was one thing she was certain of. She was falling.
"What is... going on?" The girl with no name whispered. "Who..."
"You've been brought back to the start." A voice whispered in the girls ear, and the girl instinctively tensed. She didn't know anything, yet somehow, she recognized this voice.
"You, have died. You are about to become reborn."
"Re... born?" The girl asked. None of this made any sense to her. "Who am I?" She asked again.
"You were a warrior, a potent one, but weaknesses from your past..." The voice responded, pausing in what the girl thought was a purposeful manner. "Ended up causing you to lose, again and again. You became useless, without purpose. and then, alone and purposeless, you died."
The girl opened her mouth angrily, emotions springing up from a place she didn't understand, didn't know, truly. "I'm not useless!"
The voice took form in front of her, in the form of a pair of glowing, yellow eyes. "Are you so sure? Now you've even lost your name, haven't you?"
The girl paused, realizing she was no longer falling, as she strained to remember a name. any name. Hers was. "...It starts with a W." she replied lamely, realizing the girl was right.
"As you lost battles, you kept losing bits of your identity. Because you lost pride in them. In yourself. Because you fought like a fragile girl, instead of steeling yourself as a warrior... Well, you're stuck here talking to me, listening to my offer."
the ivory-headed ladies head perked up. "...Offer?" the woman asked, suddenly curious. Some part of her felt like this wasn't a voice to listen to, but the other part... some frustrated part of her she could feel bubbling to the surface... was interested.
"If you want to be a warrior, power is important." The voice stated, the yellow eyes glowing brighter as they continued. "and you can't help but be a warrior, can you? It's too important a part of who you are."
The girl with no name blinked at that, and some part of her resonated deeply. She didn't know who she was, or why she was here, but as her hand clenched around an imaginary hilt, one thing she knew was that this was true without a doubt. She was a warrior.
And she guessed being a warrior who lost all the time was pretty pathetic...
"I... Guess?" She managed to squeak.
"Good... my offer is simple. All I need from you is your emotions... and in exchange... power beyond imagining." The voice responded.
"that... doesn't sound like a fair deal. I want my emotions." the woman responded, suddenly wary. What sort of deal was this?
"Is it?" The glowing eyes questioned. "Even now, with all you've lost... Tell me, try and remember your precious emotions. Remember how you've felt through your life. Have they ever brought you something... Other than pain?"
The girl closed her eyes, and suddenly, in rapidity, scenes from her life came back.
An evening spent alone, in front of a fire.
Recovering in the infirmary from fencing training, crying.
Her grandmother dying to assassination.
Her grandfather speaking of her disappointing attitude.
As the girl cried, suddenly, she felt warmth.
A coffee passed to a girl.
An attempted pun denied with a secret chuckle.
Fighting side by side with friends watching her back every step of the way.
and then...
The girl couldn't process the scenes that followed enough to give them context, but she knew that this stabbing pain in her chest, this ice in her chest, hurt more than she thought possible. "Please... Make this stop. It hurts!" The woman managed through her tears.
"There we go. I knew you'd come around. I can save you from this. You need only take my hand, walk down the right path, and I'll remove this pain from you."
"Please." The woman responded, as the scenes become more vivid.
A hopeless confrontation with a legion of wolves in the shape of men...
Days spent in front of a stone fountain, with a ghost...
Her body going limp in front of an armored, diseased figure...
The eyes formed into a shaky outline, an ethereal form of polished glass, and the pale woman wasted no time reaching for the outstretched hand that promised salvation from this unending torrent.
The feeling of shock, as her best friend attacked her with killer intent.
"I..."
The moment where she... Where they finally...
Weiss's hand brushed the figure's hand... and then promptly slapped it away.
"no."
The figure stumbled back, before losing cohesion, even the eyes disappearing.
"Your existence itself is pain! Reconsider your decision!"
Weiss shook her head. "I don't know what game you were trying to play... but like hell I'm playing it." She replied, stomping a nonexistent ground as she said it. "You might be right. I haven't had the best life. But I..." Weiss clenched one fist, as Myrtenaster appeared in front of the youth. "I'm not giving up on it. Not when I've finally found my happiness!" She yelled, taking the weapon. "I don't know where I am... but I know who I am. And no one, not you, not beacon, not some warlock... can make me into their puppet! Do you hear me!"
A chuckle came from around the girl, and Weiss's glare hardened onto her face as she waited for this fiend to show themselves. surprisingly, they didn't, as the world started to warp and spin around her.
"No one? Poor little puppet... you don't realize you're already firmly attached to strings. Perhaps you won't realize it until someone cuts them again... maybe you'll reconsider my offer when you lose the master you have." The voice taunted, as the space around them slowly normalized.
Weiss realized she was in the nexus, looking straight into the eyes of....
"Ruby..." Weiss breathed. She was alive. They were both alive.
And Weiss couldn't be happier.
"...Hey." Weiss said with a smile, before a sudden squeak, accompanied by a hug, struck her with a force just shy of bone-crushing from her shorter partner.
"You're okay!" The younger girl screeched with equal parts concern and happiness, and Weiss took this moment to just let that sink in.
She didn't know what had happened, or why she was suddenly healed, but at the moment, she knew it didn't matter.
She was with the most important person in the world to her, and they were both completely okay, and their future was theirs to decide.
The world couldn't be brighter to her, right now.
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"What is... going on?" The girl with no name whispered. "Who..."
"You've been brought back to the start." A voice whispered in the girls ear, and the girl instinctively tensed. She didn't know anything, yet somehow, she recognized this voice.
"You, have died. You are about to become reborn."
"Re... born?" The girl asked. None of this made any sense to her. "Who am I?" She asked again.
"You were a warrior, a potent one, but weaknesses from your past..." The voice responded, pausing in what the girl thought was a purposeful manner. "Ended up causing you to lose, again and again. You became useless, without purpose. and then, alone and purposeless, you died."
The girl opened her mouth angrily, emotions springing up from a place she didn't understand, didn't know, truly. "I'm not useless!"
The voice took form in front of her, in the form of a pair of glowing, yellow eyes. "Are you so sure? Now you've even lost your name, haven't you?"
The girl paused, realizing she was no longer falling, as she strained to remember a name. any name. Hers was. "...It starts with a W." she replied lamely, realizing the girl was right.
"As you lost battles, you kept losing bits of your identity. Because you lost pride in them. In yourself. Because you fought like a fragile girl, instead of steeling yourself as a warrior... Well, you're stuck here talking to me, listening to my offer."
the ivory-headed ladies head perked up. "...Offer?" the woman asked, suddenly curious. Some part of her felt like this wasn't a voice to listen to, but the other part... some frustrated part of her she could feel bubbling to the surface... was interested.
"If you want to be a warrior, power is important." The voice stated, the yellow eyes glowing brighter as they continued. "and you can't help but be a warrior, can you? It's too important a part of who you are."
The girl with no name blinked at that, and some part of her resonated deeply. She didn't know who she was, or why she was here, but as her hand clenched around an imaginary hilt, one thing she knew was that this was true without a doubt. She was a warrior.
And she guessed being a warrior who lost all the time was pretty pathetic...
"I... Guess?" She managed to squeak.
"Good... my offer is simple. All I need from you is your emotions... and in exchange... power beyond imagining." The voice responded.
"that... doesn't sound like a fair deal. I want my emotions." the woman responded, suddenly wary. What sort of deal was this?
"Is it?" The glowing eyes questioned. "Even now, with all you've lost... Tell me, try and remember your precious emotions. Remember how you've felt through your life. Have they ever brought you something... Other than pain?"
The girl closed her eyes, and suddenly, in rapidity, scenes from her life came back.
An evening spent alone, in front of a fire.
Recovering in the infirmary from fencing training, crying.
Her grandmother dying to assassination.
Her grandfather speaking of her disappointing attitude.
As the girl cried, suddenly, she felt warmth.
A coffee passed to a girl.
An attempted pun denied with a secret chuckle.
Fighting side by side with friends watching her back every step of the way.
and then...
The girl couldn't process the scenes that followed enough to give them context, but she knew that this stabbing pain in her chest, this ice in her chest, hurt more than she thought possible. "Please... Make this stop. It hurts!" The woman managed through her tears.
"There we go. I knew you'd come around. I can save you from this. You need only take my hand, walk down the right path, and I'll remove this pain from you."
"Please." The woman responded, as the scenes become more vivid.
A hopeless confrontation with a legion of wolves in the shape of men...
Days spent in front of a stone fountain, with a ghost...
Her body going limp in front of an armored, diseased figure...
The eyes formed into a shaky outline, an ethereal form of polished glass, and the pale woman wasted no time reaching for the outstretched hand that promised salvation from this unending torrent.
The feeling of shock, as her best friend attacked her with killer intent.
"I..."
The moment where she... Where they finally...
Weiss's hand brushed the figure's hand... and then promptly slapped it away.
"no."
The figure stumbled back, before losing cohesion, even the eyes disappearing.
"Your existence itself is pain! Reconsider your decision!"
Weiss shook her head. "I don't know what game you were trying to play... but like hell I'm playing it." She replied, stomping a nonexistent ground as she said it. "You might be right. I haven't had the best life. But I..." Weiss clenched one fist, as Myrtenaster appeared in front of the youth. "I'm not giving up on it. Not when I've finally found my happiness!" She yelled, taking the weapon. "I don't know where I am... but I know who I am. And no one, not you, not beacon, not some warlock... can make me into their puppet! Do you hear me!"
A chuckle came from around the girl, and Weiss's glare hardened onto her face as she waited for this fiend to show themselves. surprisingly, they didn't, as the world started to warp and spin around her.
"No one? Poor little puppet... you don't realize you're already firmly attached to strings. Perhaps you won't realize it until someone cuts them again... maybe you'll reconsider my offer when you lose the master you have." The voice taunted, as the space around them slowly normalized.
Weiss realized she was in the nexus, looking straight into the eyes of....
"Ruby..." Weiss breathed. She was alive. They were both alive.
And Weiss couldn't be happier.
"...Hey." Weiss said with a smile, before a sudden squeak, accompanied by a hug, struck her with a force just shy of bone-crushing from her shorter partner.
"You're okay!" The younger girl screeched with equal parts concern and happiness, and Weiss took this moment to just let that sink in.
She didn't know what had happened, or why she was suddenly healed, but at the moment, she knew it didn't matter.
She was with the most important person in the world to her, and they were both completely okay, and their future was theirs to decide.
The world couldn't be brighter to her, right now.
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Quote:Graveyard Arc: END
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