Emilia Kirra
The Rockin' And Noisy Coffee Emporium (R.A.N.C.E) [District 2]
@Paradox Witch
“At the very least I could have finished my coffee…” Emilia said, hardly attached to the reality which she had found herself within.
It was an impossible circumstance. A “survival game” of sorts …. There was no way that her life could suddenly become the plot to some sort of shitty novel. She had read and watched media with similar traits to this sort of game in the past, but perhaps it seemed all too surreal for someone who believed their own logic infallible- uncorrupted and without the issue of wrongness rearing its ugly head.
But this sort of event could not be real in accordance to her internal laws.
No, according to anyone who was sane, this was inconceivable to reality by even the most perverse and rotted and deprived of minds. Even so, Emilia knew somewhere in her heart to believe the person who had given her the right to enter this game. Though she knew not the reasoning for her involvement, nor why she would be forced to fight against others with their existence on the line, according to the cosplaying woman, if she chose not to participate, she would cause the deaths of all participants.
The needs of the many triumph over the few, but in the event that all participants are to lose, it is better to choose an incorrect winner, no?
Dread and doubt filled her from her core, but she couldn’t show weakness in any sense of the word. .If she were to show herself as weak, she would be picked off and declared dead on the spot. Even if she had to kill others, the desire to stay alive was so pervasive through her mind and body that, in her mind, she began to make some sort of justification for the “taking of another life”, even if those outside of the circumstances she found herself within wouldn’t be privy to their loved one’s demise. She could bare the burden of so many others, a martyr to a crusade never once discussed.
... At this moment though, an “impossibly fantastical creature” had appeared outside the coffee shop in which Emilia took refuge. A creature far beyond the realm of reality, it became something fantastical, interacting through the world only via the reality provided by the cosplaying lady. The beast’s might was higher than anything that Emilia could comprehend. Perhaps if Emilia had access to something as cynical as the Military Industrial complex, there would not even be an ant to the mass produced death from such an institute, but Emilia was alone in this fight. A fight she felt was rubbish, but since others contempt against her lead to a situation where she would have to fight anyone who comes into contact with her, she would have to take up an option of “armed neutrality” rather than die to pacifism. After all, neutrality is how you get invaded both world wars.
A single word was uttered from Emilia’s mouth, just as her opponent had done.
“Yetzirah.”
The word itself didn’t have a lick of meaning to Emilia, but perhaps it could be said that the world itself was unlocked with the mere mention of the phrase. The world itself formed to the mention of the word, enveloping Emilia with it’s ever constant embrace.
Formed on her person were a set of boots and gloves; hardly anything glamorous, but perhaps it could be said that something special need not be so complex.
Faced with the ever-embrace of death coming towards her, the brave warrior of justice on a societal level stands before the enveloping flames, hardly deterred by the creature in front of her.
Like the Military Industrial Complex, all she would have to do is outdo the total destructive power of the creature. Stacked within herself, she visualized a “something” within her boots.
It at first did nothing, until the visualization of her ability took prominence in an explosion of energy emanating from her feet.
If the attack had come from the front of the establishment, then she would move herself out of the way of the blast and towards the glass windows on either side of the cafe, leading to the alleyway and towards her perceived safety, crashing through the window of such to avoid the dragon’s fire.
