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[xredeyedvampx]

Who: Duzell and all who wants to bug him [Open]
When: Right now
Where: Edge of the forest, near town
Rating: PG ish
Warnings: none
Summary: Duzell decided to take a walk with his new sword, in the icy snow.

Comments

HAI GUYZ, can I join? *A*

[xeuphonious]

As it began to near the Christmas season in her world, Euphemia found herself traipsing around the woods, looking for little things to decorate the small home she was renting out from Alice. Nevermind necessities like food and heat and clothing; Euphemia was still wandering around in her billowy ballgown, the very one she'd died in (though it had been washed), feeling the very ache of the cold into the marrow of her bones through her thin silk slippers. She was sorry she didn't have much of a jacket, but maybe if she concentrated enough on finding pinecones, evergreen branches, and other things, she wouldn't mind the bite of the weather that was making goosebumps raising on her pale skin.

It did not occur to her that she might run into a vampire king and a silver-haired soldier, nor that such men could possibly be the most dangerous she might run into in this new... life after death she had acquired. Her sister Cornelia had her merits, but she had probably not spilled as much blood as a trainer SOLDIER, nor fought a war with a kingdom. There had been Japan, but now that was there's, and as far as Euphemia knew, Cornelia had not been a cornerstone in achieving their annexation of the territory.

Area 11. The remembrance of it nearly brought a chill down her spine (or perhaps it had been the cold).

Had Major Motoko been correct, in saying that whatever Euphemia tried to do to achieve peace was nothing but idealistic and foolish? Her will had wavered briefly, but she'd found it within herself that rock-solid stubborn streak, and she refused to believe that what she'd died for had brought more harm than good.

Euphemia did not know that maybe she had slaughtered as many people as these men, and with her own hands as well. Not many would think it of a slight teenage girl picking pinecones off the beaten path.