03-001

[fallen_cetra]

[Aerith's sitting on her bed, her back to the wall as she hugs her knees. Her mess of hair hides her face, the heavy tangles falling around her shoulders like a bedraggled mantle. Her voice is rough and as damaged as always, but there's a sharp edge of hysteria buried in it.]

No. No no no no no. Where is it? Where is it? It's GONE. Can't feel it,

Comments

[onelastwolf]

Interesting graffiti.

[fallen_cetra]

Warning. [Her fist slams against the wall before she continues, there's a smear over some of the text now.] Message from those that came before to warn against the coming night.

[onelastwolf]

A warning? Hn.

[fallen_cetra]

The Calamity comes, devourer of planets and murderer of peoples. [She drops back into unintelligible murmurs.]

[hellcommander]

That's uh...

interesting.

[fallen_cetra]

Tick tock the doomsday clock, counting down, counting down. Long way from home, aren't you? [She doesn't look at the sphere, doesn't need to.] All the little children so far from home. No place to play ball here.

[hellcommander]

[Oooohkay, this lady is off her rocker]

Uh... huh.

[fallen_cetra]

[Yes, yes she is. She doesn't look up from what she's doing.]

What do you want, Hiruma?

[swordofthemoon]

Miss, are you.... ah... what happened?

[fallen_cetra]

The ivory tower fell, all is left in ash and ruins. Gone, gone, gone. Fallen are the wayward heroes, the sky burned black by the coming of the end.

Have to get back, have to find holy. Death awaits the misplaced ship, again and again and again. Saw it, felt it in the others. Again and again. Twice now, it's happened. No, no, no, no, no. All wrong. The cycle is unnatural, must be fixed. But the pieces are missing. Cannot solve without the missing pieces. [She continues to write, chewing mercilessly on her fingertip to keep the blood fresh.]

[swordofthemoon]

Maybe you should rest, miss. You're not making any sense... [frowns as she notices Aerith biting her finger, seeming slightly concerned] Or at least stop doing that.

[fallen_cetra]

No. No no no no no. No time left. No time, no time, no time. Calamity is coming, have to return. [Convincing her to stop would actually require physical force, or giving her something else to write with. Or just wait until she's finished.]

[bluewhitecross]

[She's used to Aerith's strange behavior, but... she's curious with what she's drawn. And what she's drawing it with.]

You need medical attention.

[fallen_cetra]

Don't want the poison. Light's too bright. They do the experiments when you sleep. Won't go back.

[bluewhitecross]

Then allow me to do it.

[fallen_cetra]

DON'T TOUCH ME! [There's a sudden burst of static as the sphere is bounced off the wall again.]

[poison_dango]

[Anko wondered whether she'd be crazier away from hole-planet. Apparently the answer is yes.]

Why not ink? Awful lot of power there, writing in blood.

[fallen_cetra]

No time. It's all gone, can't feel it. No time.

[poison_dango]

And how much more is left, huh? Time or blood. You faint before you finish, there'll be even less time, won't there.

[fallen_cetra]

Doesn't matter.