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@Caits

Caius gave Callie a lopsided grin, returned her hug and kiss and then nodded. "Hopefully, the new wolves won't be too much trouble. I'll be back soon," he said before turning away and heading out the door. Once outside, his thoughts turned back to what had happened earlier. The encounter with the witch brought so many questions to mind.

You're not what you appear to be, wolf.

What did that mean?

I am a wolf. What else would I be? he thought as he made his way out of the building and into the darkness.


A researcher. Well, that makes sense... Nyxia thought. The smile that was on her lips curved down into a frown at the mention of fal'cies and l'cies. Her mood darkened once more as she was reminded of what laid beneath the strip of cloth she had tied around her arm. Feeling determined to ignore the frustration, she looked towards the scythe wielding girl from Yaschas Peak. The look on the younger girl's face reminded her that she was not alone in this plight.

Although Nadia was not to be trifled with in battle, she looked vulnerable with the tears threatening to spill from her eyes, no doubt confused why a mission that was supposed to be straightforward turned out this way. She decided to approach the girl and laid a hand on her shoulder. "It'll be okay," she assured despite not knowing what laid ahead of them.
Lilianna Brandt



𝕄: 𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕


Lily slipped away from Marcus and Callan and sat in the midst of the rubble the recently concluded battle left in its wake. Her form was small enough that it was easy to overlook her where she sat. She stared into space, her thoughts on her dead classmate. Small girl with golden hair. Just like her.

It could have easily been me. I could be the one being put in a body bag now.

But no. It couldn't be her.

She was away from the fighting, protected and safe just because she could heal.

Could I have done something more? If I arrived earlier, helped more, would she have died?

All your destructive powers wasted. That’s why she died. Because you weren’t there to kill those who killed her, the voices in her head were back again. And don’t even think you could have healed her. You’re not a healer. You bring pain and death. That’s all you are and all you’ll ever be.

Lily sighed and didn’t argue with the voices in her head this time. ”All I’ll ever be,” she repeated, her mood dropping low that she didn’t really care if she get left behind or get in trouble with Cat’s Cradle.

Useless in battle, useless in helping so called friends. That was why you were left behind half dead outside USARILN East, the voice in her head continued its goading.

The listless golden haired teen continued staring into nothing and letting the voices in her head bring her mood lower and lower. ”Useless and left behind,” she repeated to herslef. It was then that someone found her and brought her back the APC. She didn’t know who brought her back or who she rode with. She was too demoralized to pay any attention or even care.

She rode the APC in silence, lost in her thoughts, lost in the words her stigma kept on whispering. She paid little attention to what was happening around her. She didn’t even care when an IV needle was inserted into her hand and didn’t even bothering arguing that she was fine and tha the worst of the injuries she had she already transferred to her immortal team mate.

When they arrived at the hospital, the healer was put into a room by herself, just like how it was in USARILN East. She sighed and laid back on her bed, feeling the dizziness overwhelm her for a second. It didn't take long before she fell asleep, tiredness from the recent events ushering her into her usual nightmares.


September 15







September 16

Chloe Cooper



Age:
21

Real Identity:
Clotho of the Three Fates, the one responsible for spinning the thread of life

Current Identity:
Aspiring fashion designer

Short Background:
Clotho is the youngest of the three Fates but one of the oldest goddesses and the daughter of Zeus and Themis. With the fall of the Gods at the hands of Ares, she, along with her sisters, came down to Earth to escape the wrath of the God of War. All three decided to be born as humans and to live with them. But while being born as a human did not interfere with their powers and their task, it blurred the memories of who they really are. Clotho became Chloe Cooper.



After stating her disinterest in the items Noir found, Nyxia turned her attention back at the brand on her left arm. It was a reminder of how she fell into the same trap her father did, the black mark an omen, a harbinger of death and destruction. It didn't matter that she left Oerba. It didn't matter that she tried living a different life. It didn't matter that she was able to, with the help of the people she was with now, destroy a fal'Cie. It didn't matter that she saw it as some sort of payback for what she went through. In the end, she was a fal'Cie's slave.

She reached down and tore a strip of cloth from what she was wearing. Straightening up, she worked rapidly, wrapping the strip of cloth around her arm, completely concealing the mark. And then with the help of her teeth, she tied a knot on it.

She had just finished tying her arm when she looked up and saw Noir extend the iron bangle to her. She looked at him silently for a few seconds and then without a word, accepted the accessory. She gave him a small nod before she slipped it onto her wrist and followed after the rest of the group.

Nyxia stayed a couple of steps behind, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings just in case danger pops out again. But the commotion a small white creature was making made her catch up. A small smile lifted the corners of her lips when she saw the moogle. She was familiar with the creature and have several times encountered them while she wandered Gran Pulse. They were gentle creature that could offer useful help. She wondered though what one was doing here in Cocoon.

When Noir stepped forward to give the moogle the potion, Nyxia watched him. She would have given the little creature a Kupo nut but sadly, she didn't have any.
Hoooold oooon. I'll post my CS soonish. Probably tomorrow.


Nyxia stared at the rose petals, her whole body still buzzing from the rush of adrenaline the fight had brought about. There really was no sense of relief or achievement from seeing the fal'Cie fall from the group's joint effort. There was just a feeling of frustration. Why did she let it mark her? Why did she let it brand her like a master would a slave. She threw one of her blades with enough force so that the long length of the chain wrapped itself around her body, caught it and then sheathed both blades into their own scabbards a little forcefully. She looked at Noir when he spoke but did not acknowledge his words. Instead, she looked down at the black brand on her left arm.

She felt a new surge of anger run through her. Did she leave Oerba just to suffer the same fate as her father? How long will it take for her to turn into a monster? Who would end up killing her? She took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself down. She needed to figure out what to do. There was no way to go back in time to redo what was already done. The fal'Cie was no more. It will not be able to take back its mark.

The only way to go was forward.

And forward meant travelling with the group she was with now. All of them marked. All of them cursed.

She looked at Julian, who was explaining what the items Noir brought back. She shook her head. "I am fine not taking any of those items," she said.


Nyxia looked back just in time to see the door close with Madeleine still outside, beyond the Bahamuth that blocked the path. She took step forward but it was too late and all she could hear was a muffled scream from the other side. For a moment, she stood there, staring at the closed door. While she really didn't know the woman aside from her being from Cocoon, she was a member of the team she was in. And a good soldier never leaves a comrade behind. But right now, going back for a rescue was impossible. She reluctantly turned her attention to the center of the room.

As soon as Nyxia's eye fell on the bound form in the center of the room, her whole body tensed and her hands tightened on the hilt of her blades. This was her chance, this was her moment. Her leg muscles were so tensed that they felt like metal springs ready to uncoil to launch herself at the fal'cie. The longer she stared at it, the more she felt offended by it. She was just about to launch her attack on it when the voice inside her head stopped her short.

"In vainglory we arose, shouting challenges at the Gods. But prevail we did not. Our doom it is to walk the Chaos until time's end. I am Shemhazai, the Whisperer."

She staggered a step backward when the incomprehensible vision crashed into her mind. Images of powerful beings, displays of power... what did it all mean? What did its words mean? She felt a surge of energy rush through her whole being, something she attributed to the excitement of finally being close enough to end a fal'cie's existence.

Why am I wondering about mundane things when what I have to do is clear and is in front of me. I--- her thoughts were interrupted at the burning sensation on her left shoulder. She extended her arm and peered at it, wondering if somehow, in the ensuing chaos she ran through to get to this room, she got injured. Her eyes widened at the all too familiar brand that now marked her skin. She stared at it dumbfounded before she looked at the other people with her, all looking at the brands they now all shared.

A look of anger came over her face, her blue eyes blazing with fury. "No!" the single word was full of rage. "How. Dare. You," she spatted out and with those words, she launched herself at the fal'cie, her blades raised and her eyes burning with murder.
Sabina Parrish


@Wick

Sabina jumped at the sound of Freya's voice, almost disappointed that the elf let go of her hand. But she had no time to worry about that when she saw the look on Freya's face when she turned her to face her. The princess would have asked if she was okay but Theoduin beat her to it. She watched her friend's face and her actions, knowing that something did happen. And that something bothered her even though she said she was fine. She had known her too long to be fooled by her words.

And so as the three of them continued towards the spring, Sabina fell into step with Freya. "You might have made the elf think that you're fine but you can't fool me. What happened?" she asked in a low whisper.
@Caits

Despite the worry he still felt, Caius gave a small chuckle. "Well, you'd better not die yet. That would..." he trailed off, considering his words. He wanted to tell her that it would be earth shattering for him but he stopped and reminded himself that imprinting wasn't something a human really understood. And being too open about it might actually sound creepy despite the fact that Callie was showing him affection too. "...really suck," he finished instead and then gestured at the pendant. "Just keep that on you and call me whenever. I'll come find you no matter where you are."
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