Atlas, Finally Home

[Amber Veritz]

Returning from DA Pre-Show

After hitting the snow face first upon leaving the Dante’s Abyss Pre-Show Area, the faunus found herself in unfamiliar territory. It seems the portal leading out wasn’t entirely precise when it came to putting them back in the verses. On the bright side, the tingling sensation that she had felt after drinking all those fruity drinks had finally disappeared, leaving her feeling slightly indifferent about it honestly. She pulled herself out of the snow and reached for her scroll in her pocket. Her intent was to call ‘Saki and have him lead her home. The scroll gave some feedback, letting her know the call was being sent to whom she made it. Finally, it stopped and familiar male voice sounded.

“Hey Amber, are you back finally?” He asked, his voice a bit groggy from what seemed like no sleep.

“Yeah, they chucked me into a random area of the Frozen Fields it seems. Could you possibly locate me and give me some directions please? I can’t really tell where I am, and this blizzard isn’t really helping.” She explained trying to peer through the flying snow like her eyes could part the wind. Obviously, that wasn’t working. She heard some clicking in the background of the scroll’s speaker, then finally Murasaki’s voice again.

“Yeah, you’re just a few miles north of the gate, if you wanna get home start heading south for an hour or so. You’ll be able to find the gate, which should be able to lead you home.” His voice coiled through the static and grogginess. Amber replied happily.

“Okay, thanks Murasaki. Also, you sound tired, you should get some sleep.”

“You don’t know the half of it, I’m going to bed. Please don’t wake me up when you get here.” He said as he hung up the call. The faunus did her best to determine which direction was south and began to walk in that direction. She drudged through heavy snow until it turned to ice and water. A sea of conjoined, submerged icebergs whose crevices had been filled freezing cold water. Her shoes slid across the slippery substance, which she had begun to take some fun in, sliding around like a madwoman. It was slowing her down, but she wasn’t necessarily busy.

Really inside, the faunus was trying to forget the events of Dante’s Abyss by replacing them with new, cooler ones that didn’t give her nightmares. All in all, it had failed. She could never forget turning into the monstrosity and trying to kill innocent victims of the island that shared that plane crash. The cold of death was a feeling that could not be forgot, along with the phantom-feeling of Jess’s ear in her own mouth laying in a pool of his blood. It was certain that she would scarred for eternity after those events without much to actually console her other than her own future. She wasn’t sure what that was just yet, but she would spend her eternity trying to figure out some purpose in this world if she had to. The plan now was to set up a working city beyond Dwarveholm and the city of the trolls where travellers could feel much more welcome to the verse and perhaps build more colonies within it to make the verse much more popular. Having a hand in that would definitely make the faunus feel worthy of being called a Prime.

As she jumped between icebergs and avoided the freezing cold water, she thought about this. She thought so deeply that she couldn’t even hear the approaching threat: A dragon was soaring in her direction. The mixture of her deep thinking and the obscuring blizzard made it impossible to notice without direct attention. It, however, saw her. The tiny little being walking all alone. All it really saw was it’s lunch.

The dragon swooped low and slammed down in front of the feline faunus furiously, letting out a deep wailing sound from it’s mouth right into her face. Shocked back into reality, she quickly pulled Razorback from it’s holster and swung it towards the brilliant beast’s face.

“You wanna fool with me scaley!? My steel has tasted your kind’s blood and I’m not afraid to paint my blade red...or black, whatever color your stupid blood is!” She screamed back with a firm grip on the hilt of her zweihander. She knew that fighting a dragon by herself could turn suicidal with one wrong move, but she was never afraid to take on an enemy, no matter how strong they might seem compared to her. She fought for her own honor.