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paixaorpg2011-08-08 03:15 pm
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Heart of Darkness [Active]
Character(s): Tear, Alice, and a load of Heartless.
Content: On her way to Nifleheim to rescue Belle, Alice finds that she herself needs to be rescuedand swept under a rug to avoid spamming the plot. Luckily, who should arrive but Tear?
Setting: Central Station
Time: Shortly after Belle's voice post on the MB.
Warnings: Violence.
She didn't even know the woman's name, not really. She must have heard it at some point, surely, but it had been drowned out by the rushing in Alice's own ears. She was afraid, and hardly the hero type, so why was she even doing this? Because of her own time at the asylum, all those times she'd screamed and wrestled with the dark, and nobody had come for her? To prove to herself that she could be brave? Because someone needed help? She didn't know; perhaps it was all of them. She took the large knife from the kitchen and slipped out without a word to anyone, running to Central Station.
She hated trains, for a reason she couldn't yet discern, but this would be useful in getting there. She just hoped it wouldn't be too late by the time she got there to do anything.
Content: On her way to Nifleheim to rescue Belle, Alice finds that she herself needs to be rescued
Setting: Central Station
Time: Shortly after Belle's voice post on the MB.
Warnings: Violence.
She didn't even know the woman's name, not really. She must have heard it at some point, surely, but it had been drowned out by the rushing in Alice's own ears. She was afraid, and hardly the hero type, so why was she even doing this? Because of her own time at the asylum, all those times she'd screamed and wrestled with the dark, and nobody had come for her? To prove to herself that she could be brave? Because someone needed help? She didn't know; perhaps it was all of them. She took the large knife from the kitchen and slipped out without a word to anyone, running to Central Station.
She hated trains, for a reason she couldn't yet discern, but this would be useful in getting there. She just hoped it wouldn't be too late by the time she got there to do anything.
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There was no time for low-level magic in a situation like this. Even if it would cost her some recovery time -- she needed to take a chance. She assumed a defensive stance behind her staff, and began to chant a new spell. This one took a little more concentration, but she was sure that she could do it. Tear remained calm, focused, then finally, the air around her seemed to radiate some sort of glow...
"Eclair de Larmes!" she shouted, unleashing the explosion of pure light.