INCOMPLETE

[liberante]

Who: Rinoa (liberante), Scathach (spadassasin), Shuuhei (shoohay), open?
What: MORTAL KOMB- wait, no.
Where: Near the bridge to the forest.
When: After all this.

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[spadassin]

The scent of it was almost palpable-Scathach could practically feel it on her skin. And she used the term "feel" terribly loosely, because all that she could feel was that pounding rhythm in her head, long past vivace into a tempo that she couldn't name. But yes, the smell. It was sitting there on the back of her tongue, taunting, letting her know that she was part of the cause and practically laughing at her for that. It invaded her very being, even when she stopped breathing to try and get it out. But it was still there.

The fear.

If she was going to be damned, she could at least be damned for what she really was. A monster-to them. They were scared of her because it was in their mortal nature. Her very presence inspired some primitive instinct within all of them that said run, run, she'll kill you, run. The way the air always dropped a few degrees in temperature when she walked by, the too-sharp angles of her face, her tiny and unimposing form. All wicked to them, meant to be avoided

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[shoohay]

Don't think you can hide.

I'll find you.It was the truth, on his part; even in this chaos, Shuuhei would find Rinoa. They didn't need the book anymore, but Rinoa-Rinoa wasn't herself anymore, and it had to be fixed. The feeling of not being able to control one's body-it was a fear that was apparent in the way she spoke before, and it was also the reason why he was drawn to help her

[liberante]

The silence was louder than it had ever been, and her ears rang in response. Fingers twitched at her sides as the head of her puppet tilted toward the left shoulder, listening carefully as the ground cried and the heavens did nothing for it. What a kurious world. Rinoa could hear even though there were no spoken words. Still, she gave no response to the woman controlling her physical form. Despite the fact that she felt nothing but hatred for the sorceress, she had to wonder why the future woman would even bother to save her body. It made sense on the one hand, because if her body was injured there would be nothing for Ultimecia to use as a medium, but on the other she was sure the feelings of dislike were absolutely mutual. How frustrating it must be to be unable to damage the one angering you so

[spadassin]

Ears perked as another approached. A man. She knew that voice. The absolute indignation that was hidden in that single word, this girl's name, she assumed. The man with the rusty sword. A quick, trilling laugh escaped her throat at the personal joke, though her gaze was still focused on the woman in blue. Rinoa. How strange this one was. She was not reacting as any normal human might-she was simply standing there, speaking in a voice that was akin to some of the Elder Race's. How interesting. Perhaps this girl had been possessed. It was not unheard of, though Scatty hadn't sensed any other Immortals in the city since her arrival.

But then, her senses were the last thing she should trust.

"There is always something to fear, for you." A simple-and in her eyes, truthful-response. Because these humans did not know what they should fear half the time, and in not making up their minds they simply allowed for more fear to manifest in their minds. An annoying cycle, but one that usually helped them survive. Under normal circumstances, of

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[shoohay]

Rinoa.

That one name was enough to make him regret that he wasn't there to help her through this, not only because it was his duty to do so but also the fact that he could never live up to his word. What was the point of telling others to keep safe? What right did he, someone who didn't even have the power to protect others, have to tell others what to do? What gave him the right, the power, the audacity to order others around?

And then she spoke, in the voice that wasn't her own but someone else's-that someone else was enough to make her go mad.

... something in the back of his mind screamed (-Rangiku-?), and he shook it away. No, no, this wasn't the time to think about personal matters-yet his entire impulsive action was driven by his own personal matters. Something about this atmosphere screamed directly into his mind that he wasn't acting like himself, that half these people shouldn't be his priority, that his duty was to his captain and not his own impulses