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Expedition to Isekai

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//Day 1 | Location: Nameless Forest - Clearing
_{@Yankee@Vertigo}

Conflict, subtle but present, arose between the decision-making process once more, as the two Awakened students proposed conflicting ideas as to just how much they could do. Hana and Kumi seemed fine with leaving now, though. The dead-eyed girl rummaged through the remains of the firepit, her fingers stained with soot, before plucking out a still-smouldering ember and wrapping it in cloth. Insurance, perhaps. Daisuke eyed Duncan, trying to get a better read on his friend, but Maki elbowed him in the ribs, telling him to get going. She had fashioned a crutch for herself out of one of the spears. It would be slow going, nonetheless, but she wasn’t going to let herself get carried this time…regardless of how much Haruko hovered around her. Juro and Sohei made it out from the wreckage that they had been digging through. Their bounty wasn’t all that spectacular, but they came out of it with a bundle of unbroken bento boxes and bottles, some extra bags and clothing, and, perhaps most importantly, Rin’s toolset.

An invaluable artifact of civilization. One that Sohei was insistent on carrying for himself.

His twin brother sighed at the sight, then scampered off to help Yukiko out with the burden she still bothered herself with. A bit of rest had gotten her up again; though if she fell once more, it was unlikely anything short of a full eight hours of sleep would get her back up. Mayumi oversaw it all, quiet calculations and counts ticking away within her mind, but she didn’t do much outside of shoot a snide comment towards Ayano as she passed by. From the treasurer’s perspective, it looked clear enough that the peppy bitch just wanted attention.

Tensions simmered beneath the surface, but the concerns of food, water, and shelter kept it from boiling over. Duncan managed to heave the wolfbear corpse, their last source of food, over his shoulder. It was easy enough, if not a bit cumbersome. The stench of a day-old kill was a terrible one though; bugs scattered when he had picked it up, but now gathered once more, clustering around him with an incessant whirr. It would have made for a miserable hike, if Tsubasa hadn’t taken it onto herself to swat at the insects with a leafy branch. She looked healthy enough, despite the circumstances. Had plenty of energy to burn, if she was keeping pace with Duncan.

And Masato, abandonment off the table, found himself tasked with carrying Sasuke.

To the stream. Down the stream. And then…

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//Day 1 | Location: Nameless Forest - Lakeside
_{@AThousandCurses@baraquiel@Cu Chulainn@Nakushita}

Shun returned to the others just in time to watch Ayana fall head over heels towards Kogen and Akito. Literally. It was just like the klutz to do something like that, and it was perhaps a blessing of her Awakening too that she could now do that without splitting her skull open.

It was good timing too. Akito was mid-breath, ready to verbally tear Kogen’s ass open, when all this happened. And now, between Asahi’s chastisement and Ayana’s…whatever? It just wasn’t the atmosphere for lashing out anymore. The brunette let out a slow, long hiss. Then he got up and walked the opposite direction, going back to his work of gathering wood. Tsubaki, seeing the brewing animosity, pinched the bridge of her nose, as if trying to both massage away the pain and just the general bad vibes. Boys could be boys, but when one of the boys was superhumanly powerful, any fight that actually broke out would have some one-sidedly deadly consequences. The short-haired girl walked over to where Ayana was. Her right arm raised upwards for a moment, then dropped. She sat down beside her instead, a wry smile forming.

“Nice timing,” Tsubaki remarked, “But go on and roll over already. And tell me how many fingers you see.” Concussions were no joke. A durable body didn’t erase the fact that the brain was still the most vulnerable part of a human body.

With the man-children (well, more like just teenagers) scattered, Asahi could see just how far the two had gotten with their fire-making efforts to start: they had been rubbing sticks together. It was an irritating lack of knowledge and technique, but at the very least, he had for himself sticks to skewer the fish with, and the opportunity to scale, gut, and clean them out as well. The fang-dagger was clumsy as a fishmonger’s tool, but he had the experience to make it work.

Kogen’s adventures digging within the lake’s bed had coffered up some results as well. His Minecraft knowledge hadn’t failed him in that regard, at least. He knew he needed flint and luckily, flint was something that could be found within lakes. After his hands began to become numb from the water’s chill, he stumbled back out, with a small handful of sharp, flaky rocks in tow. The fish was ready, the wood was piled up, and everyone was gathered.

Now, it was just a matter of making a spark from the stone.

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……….

Masato and Duncan’s group had been exhausted at this point, but the gradually strengthening of the water’s flow, the transitioning from stream to river, had all given some energy back into their classmates. They marched on at an unsteady, but nevertheless consistent pace, and soon, they could see the lake in the distance.

They could see too, familiar faces.

The classmates they had left behind. The classmates that they had thought were dead. The classmates, currently huddled over a pile of wood, obsessively clacking stones together, but only creating dust and powder from it. Asahi, his face conflicted as he saw Sasuke amongst the crowd. Tsubaki, letting out a laugh of genuine relief, oblivious that she had been left for dead while unconscious. Kogen and Shun, grappling with their respective grudges towards the ones who had abandoned them. And Akito, locking eyes with Masato immediately. Eyes turned to slits, mouth stretched out into a crescent.

Sohei rushed forwards to Rin, but it was Hana’s approach that was more practical. The girl strode over and handed them her knife.

“You need flint and steel. Won’t be a spark otherwise.”

And, with that, the prospects for coaxing a flame became all the more likely.

Sundered Samsara (Honkai Impact 3rd - a Third Era AU)

Ah yah, you're right. Forgot about the auto-distribution at Rank E.

Sundered Samsara (Honkai Impact 3rd - a Third Era AU)

Fyi, at HON B, you'd have 8 points that are free to use. I'm counting 7 that you've used thus far.

Sundered Samsara (Honkai Impact 3rd - a Third Era AU)

Yeah, with regards to the modifiers and the point costs, we were more or less just asking Lewa in the Discord about how much an effect would cost.

Sundered Samsara (Honkai Impact 3rd - a Third Era AU)

Other detail regarding your Burst, Fern, is that you can't increase any one stat more than once. So the POW +2 you have can only be a POW +1.

Sundered Samsara (Honkai Impact 3rd - a Third Era AU)

Ah yeah, that's one thing that would've been missed due to not being around in the Interest Check, eh?

Basically, unless you plan on something very, very specific (e.g, involving your backstory), END is the one stat you should not dump. At all. So yah. Should adjust.

Honkai Corruption/Exhaustion: Tracked separately from your health, you have a threshold at which your body simply cannot risk intaking more Honkai energy without experiencing a Honkai cascade and becoming a mindless zombie or otherwise simply burning up from strain. Once you reach your threshhold, you begin to cascade, becoming completely incapacitated, either through unconsciousness or a failing body. If this corruption progresses to completion, you die, full-stop. You gain a point of Corruption whenever you are overexposed to Honkai energy, either as a result of the environment or from your own abilities, and you are cleansed of points either via specialized treatment or extended downtime, allowing your body to filter out the excess. Higher Endurance grants you a hardier constitution against this, but the risk is always there. Death or madness. Pick your poison.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

_@Krayzikk

Leaving behind the others to handle the barracks, the two knights descended into the depths of the fort. Shadows grew longer at the advance of Nicomede’s lantern, while Serenity’s torch cast a warm hue upon the corners and recesses of the bloodstained hallways. The massacre grew banal over the short walk; corpses no longer sparked any particular notice from her as she passed. Only a flicker of disgust as she passed over the contorted bodies of those who couldn’t even truly give their lives for the kingdom’s sake. It was tragic, to end like this. To end at the whims of an ancient artifact that even she hardly understood.

Whatever that artifact was, however, it was likely not here.

The fighting was subdued here, more suicides than anything else, as Thaln soldiers fled to escape the madness, only to be gripped by that same thing. Blood mixed with spilled wine here, conflict shattering barrels of drink and food and rendering them inedible. She picked through the corpses quietly, her exposed mien as unreadable as if it was hidden beneath the visor.

“Ah, this one.”

She set her foot against the neck of one of the corpses, and applied pressure. A moment later, the cracking of the spine could be heard. For good measure, presumably. “Shall we carry it back? Or does your magic include acids too, Sir Nicomede?”

Expedition to Isekai

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//Day 1 | Location: Nameless Forest - Lakeside
_{@OwO@AThousandCurses@baraquiel@Cu Chulainn@Nakushita}
The crystal-clear lake certainly didn’t stay crystal-clear for long, once Ayana divebombed it with her face. The shock of the cold was at once surprising and at once refreshing, an icy bath to really rouse her senses. Dirt clung to her clothes regardless, but the very possibility of being able to scrub clean one’s attire was a promising one. And the water itself! It tasted delicious! Dehydration truly imparted the most wonderful of flavours upon otherwise tasteless water.

It also accelerated Ayana’s asphyxiation as she drank it down. Thankfully, Asahi was around to remind the walking disaster that she could just stand up. The pink-haired youth did feel a bit better, even if Ayana’s screaming wasn’t doing wonders for his migraine. They were safe enough at the moment, and he had proof that his power could be used to heal others. To heal Sasuke. So as long as Sasuke was still alive…

Akito rolled his eyes at Kogen as he rolled his shoulder with the impact. He wasn’t willing to start a fight with Kogen, sure, but if the dumbass was going to start a fight? “Guess you didn’t see it coming either, Kogen,” the brunette shot back, even as he flipped the fang dagger and held it handle-first to Asahi. “Real lucky your ass was too rancid for even a monster to eat.”

The short spat between the two nemeses caused only a tired groan from Tsubaki. After all this, they were still acting like children, weren’t they? She raised her stump of an arm up, narrowing her eye slightly, before turning towards Kogen. “I can drink it myself, at least.” A twitch of her lips. She raised her other hand, waving it back and forth in the water. “Still got one left. And don’t bother Akito, could you? Don’t need a fight between us.” Not when there were so few of them, enough that there wasn’t even enough people to cover everything that Asahi was talking about.

Before such orders were even declared, Shun had already headed off to the perimeter of the lake, taking a quick jaunt to be alone with her thoughts. There were neither signs of Masato and the others, nor signs of any more monsters. Perhaps the group from last night had been nocturnal? Certainly, the forsaken classmates, regardless of the number of Awakened amongst them, didn’t have the strength to handle the trio of hulk-phants once more. Something else, however, was spotted as she crested to the far-end of the lake. Movement in the brush. A head peeking out of it.

At a distance of twenty meters, Shun spotted a four-legged beast in light green fur, its form similar to a fox and yet entirely lacking in facial features, except for two pairs of long, fluffy ears, and a pointed nose. There wasn’t even a mouth, as far as she could tell. And as she spotted it, it turned its ears too in her direction. Perhaps the size of a big dog. Perhaps the size of a small deer. Perhaps she could kill it and bring back fresh meat. But without weapons, or energy, or allies nearby, perhaps pursuit would be risky.

What came with less risk was Asahi’s attempts at catching fish. There was some trial and error, of course, and the lack of bait meant that he needed to wade after the fish rather than let them draw close. Water resistance made movement itself a chore, and it certainly wasn’t an enjoyable sensation, having his clothes get wet and stick to his skin. Still, the unidentifiable fish didn’t try to kill him and he developed his own method after a bit longer. Four fish, the largest the length of two handspans and the smallest the length of an index finger, were caught soon enough, just in time for Asahi to see Akito and Kogen partaking in a snippy little cold war as the two tried to accomplish the same task of ‘making a fire’ when neither of them were actually willing to help each other out.

And, of course, when neither of them really knew how.

They had the benefit of the burning bus before, after all. Hana hadn’t found a need to show anyone how to build a fire because of it. Maybe sashimi then? But who knew what weird parasites existed in the Otherside?

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//Day 1 | Location: Nameless Forest - Clearing
_{@Yankee@Vertigo}
His ignorance didn’t last long.

“Curious?” Hiroshi sidled on by, patting Masato on the shoulder. “Hana found out about it during the skinning, and Daisuke witnessed it a bunch too. Was this whole deal, ya see, ‘bout how the creatures here seem to be extremely resistant to anything that doesn’t come from a specific source.” The grin grew wider. “A monstrous source. Kunio was able to stab one of those giants with a tooth from one of those fanged deer real easy. Figure the same would apply to the rest. Pretty interesting, eh? Makes me wonder about what the hell all those military folks were doing with their military gear. Think it’s the t-”

“We’re good to go,” Daisuke interjected, delivering a light chop on his friend’s head. While Masato had tried out a bit of spear-hunting, the basketball team captain had done his best to get the others motivated enough to keep going. It was the rational choice, after all. Even if they were tired here, they didn’t have enough water to recover, and their energy would drain even as time went on. It was simply a matter of continuing to march on while everyone had the strength to continue on. Not that some of their classmates were all that convinced here. Sohei, in particular, was working up a sweat as he dug through the ruins of the bus, his expression as if he was biting back a scream.

And of course, Ayano, the little princess of their class, was adamant that she couldn’t move a step any further. Fujita was troubled enough by it, but it looked as if Masami was willing to lend a hand. Kumi, alongside Hana and Tsubasa, looked like she wanted to take a bit longer to slice off what chunks of meat they could off the remaining wolfbear corpse. With only a metal knife blunted by fat and overuse, however, it would be slow going. Better to just have Duncan and Daisuke carry the whole corpse.

But then who would carry Yuki and Sasuke? Yukiko could still put up a tough face, but she was fundamentally invalid. Someone would have to help her along. And the way that Sasuke was beginning to hack up bloody spittle in his unconscious state wasn’t doing anyone any favours. It had been Tsubaki last night. She had been bleeding profusely, and the timer on her life was obvious, but the entirety of Masato’s sharpened senses couldn’t help with seeing what Sasuke’s innards were like. And that wasn't even taking into account Yuki's current situation. That guy could have suffered a crippling brain injury, enough so that even if he woke up again, he'd be unable to do anything but be a burden!

But it was broad daylight too. Whatever choice Masato made…it would be public.

Sundered Samsara (Honkai Impact 3rd - a Third Era AU)

One can say that I'm feeling pretty motivated for a Honkai RP. Send me a png if ya got a thigh-up one I can use for Zelie and Hinode, y'all.

Also, I'm not so obsessed that I'd try to get all the fonts squared up properly when they're all slightly different sizes, so lol lmao f.

Sundered Samsara (Honkai Impact 3rd - a Third Era AU)

I AM FIRE

Yu-Ri Yun

Chinese | Anti-Entropy | 17 y/o | Valkyrie | Human
C - Rank | Artificial Stigmata | Mecha-Type | Fire | Fists (Gauntlets)
POW - E | END - E (-1) | AGI - C (+1) | INT - D | HON - C (+1) | BUR - C
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Weapon: Red Star Banishers

A pair of HAZMAT gloves developed by ME Corp. Ostensibly made to assist in industrial metalworking, its true purpose is founded in anti-Honkai operations in cold-weather conditions. After integration with the Battlesuit Steamwork Rook, Red Star Banishers can store excess heat generated by the Battlesuit. This rerouting function enables the gauntlets to greatly enhance the heat output of every strike once at max capacity, allowing for an increased chance of causing targets to combust.

Battlesuit: Steamwork Rook

Features: Communications, GPS, subspace storage, Honkai Miasma sensors, and machine-human interfaces to allow for effective movement of prosthesis.

Time Fracture: An ability that increases a Valkyrie’s Agility by one level for a single post or about 5-10 seconds, giving them the opportunity to dodge some form of peril and potentially retaliate in the same timeframe. Can be used once per battle.

Honkai Arts

Pyrokinesis: B
Time Fracture: E
Honkai Sensing: C
Molten Forge: E _{Imbues flames with kinetic force, allowing for increased efficacy of physical interactions, such as pushes, pulls, or binds. At higher ranks, finer constructs of flame can be created.}

Burst: Inferno Alight

Rank: C
Duration: 2 rounds
Modifier Points: 6 (+2 Burst Refund On Kill, +1 POW, +1 AGI, +1 END Ignore, +1 AOE)

Effect: Removes safety limiters upon Steamwork Rook, before overclocking motor assist systems via a surge of Honkai energy. This dramatically boosts the Valkyrie’s physical capabilities, as well as generating an explosive amount of heat, which is vented out from the limbs upon impact with physical objects as a 20 foot long, 6 foot wide blast of fire. As well, upon destruction of Honkai creatures, Inferno Alight can break down their forms and convert them into Honkai energy once more, absorbing that energy to continuously fuel the Burst mode of the Battlesuit. With enough foes, it’s possible to keep up this Burst indefinitely, so long as the Valkyrie herself can withstand the strain.

Skills

Though her SWARA is incomplete, Yu-Ri was nevertheless once a Disciple of Taixuan and possesses a firm understanding of both the biomechanics and the philosophies behind the East Asian martial arts that she has been trained in. Alongside that are the skills that would have made her a proficient traveller: the ability to pantomine and read faces, a talent for cooking with fire, and the ability to scrap together a shelter out of the local environment. It's not too useful of a skill, when one considers how far civilization has spread, of course, but the romance of a martial artist wandering the lands on foot remains, and she would not let that romance die.

In opposition to that romance, however, is the training in science and engineering that she received once she became a member of Anti-Entropy. By necessity, Yu-Ri is able to maintain her prosthetics and her battlesuit by herself during long-term missions using portable tools, but special materials and facilities would still be necessary to bring her equipment up to 100% efficacy once more. She picked up a driver's license as well, though her training there only covered standard civilian vehicles.

As part of her rehab, Yu-Ri dances ballet and plays the piano, artistic pursuits no doubt recommended to her by the predilections of her doctor. She doesn't like it all that much though, as it feels as if she's cheating when mechanical limbs are just so much more powerful than human ones.

Gear

Outside of her toolbox and a jumble of tech (smartphone, table, power banks, chargers, USBs), Yu-Ri travels light. She's got a set of keys and cards, and her wallet, and that's basically all she needs to get around. Anything else? She can just buy it or make it herself.

Appearance

Black hair and ashen eyes, with skin like porcelain.

Yu-Ri is beautiful in the way that a doll is: uncannily perfect until she makes a face. And she certainly loves making faces. At a height of 5'4 and weighing 229 lbs if one includes all her prosthetics, she would have been wheelchair-bound without the technology that Anti-Entropy allowed her to prototype, and she knows it. There's an air to her, as such, an excitable air that loves the life she's still able to live. An electric energy zips through each step she takes, and her posture is bold, audacious, relentless. A candle burns, a firework explodes. And Yu-Ri? She ignites, despite the self-destruction that it would entail, for every scar earned is a life saved. Every step forward materializes that future most ideal.

Personality

The oath of the Kaslanas had sparked a flame in Yu-Ri once, and she had never stopped burning since. Never stopped, even as the fuel turned black, even as the wood splintered into halves.

A reckless courage shoots Yu-Ri forwards and onwards into danger, often with little sense of self-preservation except for a singular metric: how worthy of an end would this be? After losing her ability to live a normal human's life, after years of rehab and treatments to suppress the effects of Honkai corrosion upon her body, Yu-Ri's once-heroic resolve has degenerated into a simple desire to make the rest of her life matter, rather than make the rest of her life long. An ordinary happiness is not something she's interested in, and she obsessively trains and studies for the purpose of being able to snatch an opportunity to leave her mark in the world. To those around her, she appears hot-headed and rebellious, but ultimately good of heart, the sort of person that likely won't make it far in terms of rankings owing to a lack of professionalism and leadership ability, but still someone who could save lives in situations where others would flee.

To herself, however?

This is her Judgment of Shamash. To overcome her fear of self-immolation, no matter how much of her body breaks down into ash.

Biography

Yu-Ri Yun was born in an age of true heroes. What was the point, after all, of reading fantasy novels, when one could read the news instead? What was the point, after all, of watching superhero movies, when one could watch the news instead? Honkai, the scourge of humanity, and the Valkyries who stand against them.

Certainly, she wasn't the only child in her generation to wish to become one herself, to defend all that was beautiful in the world. And though she possessed no Stigmata, Yu-Ri knew she didn't need one either. A youthful Kaslana, possessing superhuman strength and an unearthly beauty, had summed it up themselves easily enough.

What you needed, before all else, was courage. Courage to never yield. Courage to become Humanity's shield. From there, from that origin, one would gain might enough to reach the heavens and strike down that false god, the vile Honkai!

And though the Yun family were but ordinary middle-class business people whom rose out of their farmer-roots, though her parents still wished that she remained in school and became a lawyer or a doctor...well, they had a first son to focus their attentions on, and the School of Taixuan had a reputation not only of safely training their students into fighting off the Honkai, but also a reputation of teaching kids discipline and mental strength. Room and board was cheap, the reputation was solid, and the master of the sect was a fellow countryman. What else was there to worry about then? Even if Yu-Ri fell short, at least she would be able to get it out of her system, that desire to be special.

But Yu-Ri did not fall short.

It wasn't talent nor intuition that saw that she reached the top of her class. It was the resolve to continually challenge herself. The foundation she formed as a Disciple of Taixuan was built, brick by brick, through the steps she took to reaching that near-impossible dream of hers: Kaslana. Wholly ordinary, possessing no background and no genetic gift, without any particular talents and empowered only by the innocence of a childhood dream, Yu-Ri sought to reach the same stage as the bloodline of heroes. Years passed. Her SWARA began to manifest. Her dreams were becoming more and more concrete.

The Honkai came.

It was a scorcher of a summer's day. She was meeting up with her elementary school friends at the aquarium. The sky split, the sirens sounded, and then chaos arrived soon after that. It was madness, in an instant. Panic caused traffic jams, infection cascaded into outbreaks. Her instincts told her to flee, and her training told her to as well. Her Master had been strict about this to every one of the disciples under her tutelage: until one's SWARA was complete, no matter how powerful you were, you could not fight the Honkai.

But if she ran now, she would always be running.

As her friends ran past her, Yu-Ri advanced. Her hand tore a tire iron out of a burning vehicle, and her gaze set upon the Chariot-class that loomed before her. One step. Two steps. Holding determination in her fist, soul alight with the Oath that was hers to take, she...

...opened her eyes, and thought she was in Heaven.

The next few months were a blur of surgeries and explanations, of diagnoses and tears, of admonishments that gradated into praise. They had found her in a pile of rubble, three hours after the incident was resolved by the Disciples of Taixuan and fire support from Anti-Entropy. Her training, incomplete as it was, prevented her from cascading into a zombie, while the surrounding fires were sufficient to cauterize the worst of her injuries. It had been a miracle that she had stayed alive long enough to reach the intensive care unit of the hospital, but the effects of corrosion meant that there wasn't much of her body to salvage at the end of it. Her arms had to be amputated. Her organs had to be replaced. Half of her skin had to be replaced with grafts. She was missing an eye. Her hearing would never quite be the same. Even with the most optimistic estimations, she would never walk again, and the compounding health complications would mean that she would die an early death.

Her Master could no longer train her; she praised Yu-Ri for her bravery and then banished her from the school in a single breath. By all accounts, Yu-Ri should have been crushed.

Her friends, however, had survived. Survived without injury, survived wholly intact.

That alone was all the justification she needed to know that she was on the right path. Life was already too short to begin with! What was the difference between another twenty and another fifty, if old age was going to hit her with migraines and joint pain and crippling debt anyways? Between a never-ending pity party whilst wasting away in a bed, between years of having to be manhandled by her ever-aging parents so she could take a shit, between the inevitability of being helpless to do anything other than squirm and move her head around, there had to be another way! There had to be something else.

Her teeth snagged upon the sleeves of her Master as she turned to leave, and Yu-Ri made one last bid. If she could no longer become a Disciple of Taixuan, then at the very fucking least, her Master could introduce her to Anti-Entropy, to the crystallization of human perseverance and ingenuity, where within forged steel and electric code, Yu-Ri could continue to live a life on her own terms, no matter how much shorter it'd be.

She stoked the flames within her, knowing that if it ever died out, she could not ignite it a second time.

And though it was a tough sell for all parties involved, in the end, human compassion won out. Without Anti-Entropy's help, she would never move of her own accord again, and wasn't that too great of a shame, to let this spark within a child die out? This child, who faced the heavenly tyrant once, who nearly lost her life in that incident, and who, having survived, wished to try again? If she could not pay the cost with money, then she could pay it with potential instead. Let her resolve be a bullet, slotted into a chamber.

Documents were signed. Her life was theirs.

In Salt Lake City, Yu-Ri began her rehabilitation, her transformation.

And years later, she left. She was a Valkyrie, not a Disciple. Her Stigmata were artificial and her limbs were prosthetics. But her aspirations, delusional and self-destructive as they were, remained intact.

Her adolescence had yet to end.