Nakushita

Symphony on High

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Securing bottled water wasn’t normally something that Himiko considered worth her time or effort. But she would make an exception, the pay was surprisingly good for what seemed to be a straightforward operation. Handling a bunch of cultists appeared to be easy money, far easier than most other jobs that had been offered as of late with shit having hit the fan.

The semi had been easy enough to find and locate, as was the MicroMart. Making the first part of the mission fairly easy, with not much else being around the area. It didn’t seem like she would have to worry about any innocent bystanders. Anyone she would come across being a Freelancer or a cultist which simplified everything nicely. Friend and foe being easily distinguishable with very little need to care about the infrastructure of the MircoMart.

Arriving at the front of the MicroMart in her esper form as planned, Himiko glanced down to check the time on her fake golden Golex. It was a primitive means of keeping time in this day and age, but she liked how flashy it was. There was still some time before others would arrive if they decided to show up at all. Though if some did not show, perhaps she could bargain herself a bigger cut of the money.

She may as well bid her time until the planned start of the operation. If no one else showed up by then, she would just have to handle the cultists on her own.

Leaning her back against the front wall of the MicroMart, she opened up her long white jacket. Reaching in across her body to pull free one of her hefty fake gold plated revolvers from her cross chest holsters. Spinning the cylinder around with the index finger of her left hand, she checked each chamber to ensure it had a round within it. The clicking sound as it spun was always a joy to her ears. Satisfied that it was loaded and ready to go, she spun it in her right hand as she smoothly rammed it back into its holster underneath her white jacket. Repeating the process this time with her second revolver, before resealing her jacket once she knew she was well prepared.

It would be foolish not to double check her weapons before she went into action. She didn’t want to end up as that idiot who got killed because they forgot to load their weapons. Making use of the time she had before the others arrived to ensure everything was ship-shape.

Pulling out her smartphone to scroll through Shimir, it was clear that three other Freelancers seemed like they had interest in showing up. She wasn’t too familiar with any of them, at least through Shimir so she didn’t know who or what to quite expect. Bringing a hand up to the side of her hand as she brushed away some of her golden locks.

“Well, this should be interesting…I doubt those cultists will even know what hit them with this many Freelancers on the job, seems a bit overkill if you ask me…” Muttering to herself, her lips and mouth hidden away by her mask. Sliding her smartphone back into a secure pocket of her jacket, she crossed her arms and kept her golden gaze searching the general area around her. Both as a means of self-defense and to spot the arrival of any Freelancer that had come for the operation.

Expedition to Isekai

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@AThousandCurses@Erode

Taking a moment to get her bearings back, she took a quick hard look around her surrounding area. Her stomach growled as she felt an intense hunger in the pit of her stomach. It had been quite a while since she had gotten the chance to eat anything. What food she had in the morning, having only held her over for the short time she hadn’t had to exert all of her energy. It was clear that she would need to find food, and find food soon if she was going to be able to make her way back to camp in a reasonable amount of time.

She found herself alone, without a single soul in sight. Wherever Masato ended up, it clearly wasn’t here. Doubting that he would even bother to try to search for her at this point. It would make for a convenient excuse for ditching her in the middle of nowhere. She knew that for most of those remaining in camp, if Ayana didn’t return, they wouldn’t see that as such a bad thing. But, even so, she would return, her mission was not complete, no one had truly opened their hearts and minds to the truth of which she held.

Though she at least had the benefit of the wasps having given up their chase and allowing her time to recoup before deciding on her next move. She wasn’t the most equipped to be a survivalist, despite living out in the middle of nowhere. In fact she only had gotten by before in the past by sheer luck and clumsiness. Even so, she had watched enough shows and had heard enough words of wisdom during her lifetime to know some basic things.

Water was the most important thing if she was going to make it back, followed secondly by food. You could go a lot longer without food then you could water. Even Ayana knew that much, but how to find water and locate it was an entirely different challenge. The moist soul did give her some bit of an idea at the very least. There had to be water present, even if it was beneath the soil.

Taking a moment she got on her knees digging both hands into the moist soil as she began to scoop big clumps of dirt with her hands. Taking advantage of the moistness of the soil to bury her hands as deep as she could get them. She knew eventually if she dug deep enough, water would start to form in the hole she had dug, even if it was dirty, it was still better than nothing.

Once she had a deep enough hole, and the first little bit of water began to pool itself, she planted her hands on either side of the hole. Leaning forward and burying her face down low to sip away at what water she could muster from her self made pit. Taking occasional breaks to further deepen her hole to try to get a bit more water from it until she felt satisfied for the time being.

Her cheeks and mouth were dirty from the muddy earth as she tried to wipe it away. Only for a new but now familiar scent to drift in and hit her nostrils. Slowly turning her head to the side as her sapphire eyes stared off into the distant greenery of the forest. Blood, and fresh at that. It could only be a few possibilities, she doubted it had anything to do with Masato. Crossing off that quickly from her mind, plus she knew everyone else had stayed back at camp. Meaning that the most likely explanation for it was Shun had to be nearby.

Whether she was the source of the blood herself, or it came from the monsters themselves. Ayana wouldn’t be sure until she laid her own eyes on the source. Her eyes brightened, her focus and mind quickly honing in on what needed to be done. Getting back up to her feet as she placed her hands on her hips as a smile spread across her dirty face. “It seems I’ve been blessed once again…if it is Shun nearby, then that means…it is also near…my Endless Eclipse….”

With that she bounded off in the direction of the scent of fresh blood. No hesitation, or fear within her clumsy body about what she might find or stumble upon. She began her journey to the source of the fresh blood, hoping to discover the cause. “It’s time for what is rightfully mine to return to me….Pack-A-Punch Shun….I’m on my way….” her laughter now filled the empty air of the forest around her as she made her way through it.

After some time, she burst forth into the den and quickly found herself stepping into a pool of blood, beasts flesh and bodies nearby torn to shreds from the carnage of battle. Ayana could only smile, feeling thrilled and overjoyed by her arrival at such a grisly scene. Her gaze shifting towards the chaos, as the adrenaline was kicking in. She had arrived at the source of the blood, at the source of what she desired. "My, My....what a mess....what a mess...it seems I have a little bit of clean up to perform...." A little laugh escaping from her lips. The end of what looked like a titanic battle, its results still undecided, the fates still undetermined. Though Oros knew, she knew deep down how all of this would end, even without Endless Eclipse. The one truth of Oros still persisted, it still held true in the eyes of Oros The Clumsy.

Symphony on High

@BrokenPromiseI may come up with something, if I find a image that I feel like it is similar enough but different enough to be a alias, but I had not seen anything that sort of fit that yet when I was initially making the CS, which is why I decide to go without it for the time being. But I'll keep on the lookout for something in the mean time.

As for a last name, I'll make sure to add one here relatively shortly.

Expedition to Isekai

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@Yankee@Erode

Oros hadn’t even gotten time to hear how Masato responded. A strange but familiar buzzing vibrated in her ears as she glanced around for a moment until looking down at the turtle beast she had just axe kicked. Realizing that the source of the noise was coming from the chalk-turtle she tilted her head aside in curiosity, leaning in to get a better view as it left her dumbfounded initially.

It was then and only then she began to see the elongated wasps, wriggling free from the shell of the chalk-turtle. Their ugly hook like stingers, their multi-lensed eyes, the four buzzing wings. It was the kind of stuff that churned even Ayana’s stomach. She hated regular wasps, but these were so much more ugly and unappealing to the eye. She was just happy they weren’t some kind of spider, as those were what Ayana hated the most. But a murderous swarm of wasps wasn’t much better in reality. "That's not good....unless you like crunchy food Ma-Sa-To....." her voice trailing off at the end as she started to feel a bit of tension in the air.

“So…..I hope you thought of packing the wasp spray or the insect repellent of some kind Ma-Sa-To…..because I believe I may have pissed them off, but…I’m sure you came prepared right?.....” Oro’s gaze drifting towards Masato’s location expectantly. But they wasps didn’t give her time to hear his likely response of having no such thing.

The murderous swarm dove straight for Ayana as she knew this was bad news. “It's time for my ultimate secret technique! RUN AWAY!!!!!!” Yelling at the top of her lungs as she tried to book it the hell out of there. Trying to twist and turn, slide and dive around every bit of shrubbery, forestry and rocks that she could find. She remembered a trick she had seen before on television, to try to hide under water until the swarm had left the area and given up its hunt.

“Find water!!!!” Ayana was able to muster shouting out to Masato between breaths, as she knew there just had to be a water source nearby, after all the lake surely had to have some kind of minor streams or rivers that fed into it, or led from it. She just had to find some sort of dip in the terrain,that usually meant water could be located.

Why she knew this, she didn’t actually know. Maybe it was from too many nights of watching anime until she dozed off. Or maybe it had something to do with recovering her lost identity. All of that aside, that didn’t really matter right now as long as it worked. After all she didn’t feel like ending up full of hooked stingers any time soon.

It was then her foot got snagged by a root sticking out of the ground. Blue eyes widened, feeling her balance shift too far forward as she began to tumble head over heels “Crap!!!” Was all she could muster before she went tumbling down a hill, crashing and clipping every tree, branch and thorny bush in the world it felt like. Leaving a dust trail of destruction behind her until after what felt like forever she hit the bottom of the hill laying there in a heap for a moment.

Her body felt bruised and battered as she plucked a few pieces of greenery from her clothing, her hair an utter tangled mess of sticks and twigs as she let out a painful groan “Sometimes I hate being so clumsy….” Lifting her head ever so slightly to try to get a grasp of her surroundings, hoping that she wouldn’t be hearing any buzzing sounds nearby. Not feeling like getting up too quickly and having to run again if the wasps had stuck on her trail after her tumble.

What's worse was she didn’t know what Masato had done, or if he was even nearby at this point. Though she was sure he would be just fine on his own, it made her plans a bit more murky. The wasps had interrupted her right before she had the chance to hear his answer, to get a better glimpse into his thoughts. Now she would have to do it all over again, hopefully wasp free.

Taking this brief time to recover as much energy as she could and regain her senses from the tumble, and her breath after her full on sprint.

Symphony on High

@BrokenPromise

The deed has been done, now if only she can win a EVO title to live up to her lofty expectations.

Symphony on High

Gold

NAME:

Himiko Yoshikawa
Alias: Sovereign, Goldie Glocks.

AGE:

23

SEX:

Female

APPEARANCE:

Himiko

Himiko Esper Form

GRIMIORE:

A very worn out and ancient Abacus she received as a gift as a child.

INSTRUMENT:

Persuasion & Reason.
Dual "Gold" Plated 45 Magnum Revolvers with "pearl" hand grips that Himiko acquired when one of her clients wasn't able to pay her what they owed. It is clear that she modified them herself with fake wrapping material to make them more flashy. She nicknamed them shortly after, finding that they gave her clients plenty of persuasion and a good reason to make sure they pay her what they owe. She carries them around in leather holsters that she has strapped across her torso with cartridge belts with extra ammo underneath her clothing. They are bulky and unwieldy and are easily noticeable even hidden away underneath her clothing. Even though she could afford more modern weaponry, Himiko prefers the more intimidating look of the revolvers despite the limitations of six rounds per gun before reloading.
GRADE:Gold
KEYWORD: Handgun, Handgun.
DAMAGE TYPE: Physical
DAMAGE:A
SPEED:D
SENTINEL:C
SPECIAL: Himiko is able to use her Geothermal Release to increase the size of the combustion of her rounds, to increase muzzle velocity and the range of her shots, equivalent to that of sniper rifle at distances too, 1,969 yards, blasting through two inches of solid concrete at the shorter range of 200 yards.

STYLE:

Heart Of Gold
A Golden Heart shape pendant containing the lists of what she is owed within.
GRADE:Silver
PHYSICAL:C
ARCANE:D
CHAOS:E
SPECIAL: The more mana Himiko conserves and hoards, the more her power grows, granting her a rank increase for her next melody when she is at max mana.

GENRE:

Geothermal Release
Himiko's magic is highly offensive, and designed to inspire others to pay up what she is owed. Her magic is based around the destructive capabilities of Lava/Magma with very little emphasis on defensive qualities.
GRADE:Gold
ELEMENT:Fire
NOTES: Slow (4), Damage X (6), Blink (4), Shield(4), Craft (2), AoE (2), Scatter (2), Full Enhance (4), Heal (6), Ignite (4), Fever (2), Transplace (8), Restrain (4), Homing (2)
SPECIAL: Himiko is able to use Craft to create items out of Obsidian which she is able to heat up with Geothermal Release and shape into whatever shape she desires. She can superheat them and turn them into improvised explosives which she can trigger remotely that send shrapnel of hot obsidian out within a greater radius then a regular AoE. Explosion damage is comparable to an ignite note at the rank of the melody.

LEITMOTIF:

Golden One
When transformed, Himiko acquires golden eyes, hair and a bright golden sheen that reflects off of her skin.
GRADE:Bronze
SPECIAL: Himiko's skin acquires properties of gold.

PR:

GRADE:Bronze
Self Defense Weapon: BaseBall Bat: 20 Credits
Medical supplies: Consumable: 10 Credits
Kevlar Vest: Armor: 40 Credits
Tungsten rod: Gear: 10 Credits
Clip light: Gear: 20 Credits
Special: All of Himiko’s gear is covered with fake gold, bedazzled with fake gems and diamonds. All of which she took the time to do herself to help fit her style. This includes even the medical supplies and baseball bat.

BACKUP:

N/A

FACTION:

Free Lancer

TRIVIA:

Himiko was born to a wealthy family, growing up with a silver spoon in her mouth. Always being given whatever she wanted when she wanted it. The finest foods, clothing and anything else she could ever hope or want for. Her parents tried to have the finest tutors and instructors that money could buy to teach her and prepare her for a future within the family business. Wanting her to be the perfect heir to their fortune and to continue the success and legacy of the family name.

Despite this, Himiko grew to have a fascination with the Mafia and crime lords, reading about them any chance she got. Watching any and all shows she could find, both historical and fictional to pass the time. She never wanted anything to do with her family’s dreams for her future. Instead she wanted to go down her own route, she tired of the pampered life.

Once she was old enough, she abandoned her former life, venturing out into the world as soon as she hit the age of 18. With aspirations to strike it rich of her own accord, she took up a job as a loan shark. Learning over time that being kind could only get you so far. She learned more violent and persuasive ways to collect on debts that were owed. The knowledge and history she had learned about through her childhood soon turned into valuable tools for her everyday life.

If she had to break a few fingers, bust a few knee caps, or even put a bullet in someone to get what she wanted, she wouldn’t hesitate to do it. Her personality being quite brash and stern, she does have a soft spot inside of this rough exterior. If one is able to find it and become friends with her, she is loyal and willing to go out of her way to help.

For most people, she is willing to help them as long as they offer her some form of payment. The payment doesn’t always have to be money, it can be other valuables that they own, or even their time that is being offered. All deals are settled with a handshake, which increases her powers the more she is owed, without a handshake, no deal has been officially made in her eyes, and her powers remain the same. It is also something she picked up from some of her favorite shows, films and books.

This is how she came about her two revolvers, which she has nicknamed and customized herself. Even though she could likely get her hands on real gold if she was to delve into her family fortune. She has chosen to only rely on what she is able to earn and obtain through her own. Meaning that anytime she does customize stuff, it usually is fake gold, which she has become fascinated with thanks to her interest in the Mafia and crime lords in her childhood.

In her opinion there is nothing cooler than a big piece of iron plated with gold, being both intimidating and impressive at the same time. A symbol of status and position within the world of crime as far as she was concerned. She always wanted to bling things out, to have them be impressive and worthy of an aspiring Mafioso.

She is currently a freelancer, having a difficult time really fitting into any organization, but willing to lend them her help, as long as they offer her something in return of course. She rarely ever does anything for free, unless it is something that strikes a nerve within her that she believes justifies her actions to assist. She has a strong moral code, and this sometimes forces her into action, even without any form of payment.

Footnote

23 | Female | Free Lancer | Golden One
Persuasion and Reason | Handgun, Handgun | Physical | Weapon Special
Heart Of Gold | Deal Maker
Geothermal Release | Fire | Obsidian Of St.Helen
[ Slow (4), Damage X (6), Blink (4), Shield(4), Craft (2), AoE (2), Scatter (2), Full Enhance (4), Heal (6), Ignite (4), Fever (2), Transplace (8), Restrain (4), Homing (2)]
DAMAGE: A | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: C | 1000

PHYSICAL:D | ARCANE:D | CHAOS:E | 1000

Symphony on High

@Majoraa

It has been done, I switched it over to Handgun, Handgun.

@ERode
Oros you say? well, you aren't far off the mark perhaps, maybe the answer is already within sight but just needs to be discovered. I'm just a bundle of mystery and intrigue when I start going.

Symphony on High

Here is my later then expected submission.

Gold

NAME:

Himiko

AGE:

23

SEX:

Female

APPEARANCE:

Himiko

GRIMIORE:

A very worn out and ancient Abacus she received as a gift as a child.

INSTRUMENT:

Persuasion & Reason.
Dual "Gold" Plated 45 Magnum Revolvers with "pearl" hand grips that Himiko acquired when one of her clients wasn't able to pay her what they owed. It is clear that she modified them herself with fake wrapping material to make them more flashy. She nicknamed them shortly after, finding that they gave her clients plenty of persuasion and a good reason to make sure they pay her what they owe. She carries them around in leather holsters that she has strapped across her torso with cartridge belts with extra ammo underneath her clothing. They are bulky and unwieldy and are easily noticeable even hidden away underneath her clothing. Even though she could afford more modern weaponry, Himiko prefers the more intimidating look of the revolvers despite the limitations of six rounds per gun before reloading.
GRADE:Gold
KEYWORD: Handgun, Handgun.
DAMAGE TYPE: Physical
DAMAGE:A
SPEED:D
SENTINEL:C
SPECIAL: Himiko is able to use her Geothermal Release to increase the size of the combustion of her rounds, to increase muzzle velocity and the range of her shots, equivalent to that of sniper rifle at distances too, 1,969 yards, blasting through two inches of solid concrete at the shorter range of 200 yards.

STYLE:

Heart Of Gold
A Golden Heart shape pendant containing the lists of what she is owed within.
GRADE:Bronze
PHYSICAL:D
ARCANE:D
CHAOS:E
SPECIAL: The more that she is owed,the more power that she is able to utilize and exert, triggered by shaking her hand and agreeing to her terms of the deal.

GENRE:

Geothermal Release
Himiko's magic is highly offensive, and designed to inspire others to pay up what she is owed. Her magic is based around the destructive capabilities of Lava/Magma with very little emphasize on defensive qualities.
GRADE:Silver
ELEMENT:Fire
NOTES: Slow (4), Damage X (6), Blink (4), Shield(4), Craft (2), AoE (2), Scatter (2), Full Enhance (4), Heal (6).
SPECIAL: Himiko is able to use Craft to create items out of Obsidian which she is able to heat up with Geothermal Release and shape into whatever shape she desires.

LEITMOTIF:

Golden One
When transformed, Himiko acquires golden eyes, hair and a bright golden sheen that reflects off of her skin.
GRADE:Bronze
SPECIAL: Himiko's skin acquires properties of gold.

PR:

GRADE:Bronze
Self Defense Weapon: BaseBall Bat: 20 Credits
Medical supplies: Consumable: 10 Credits
Kevlar Vest: Armor: 40 Credits
Tungsten rod: Gear: 10 Credits
Clip light: Gear: 20 Credits
Special: All of Himiko’s gear is covered with fake gold, bedazzled with fake gems and diamonds. All of which she took the time to do herself to help fit her style. This includes even the medical supplies and baseball bat.

BACKUP:

N/A

FACTION:

Free Lancer

TRIVIA:

Himiko was born to a wealthy family, growing up with a silver spoon in her mouth. Always being given whatever she wanted when she wanted it. The finest foods, clothing and anything else she could ever hope or want for. Her parents tried to have the finest tutors and instructors that money could buy to teach her and prepare her for a future within the family business. Wanting her to be the perfect heir to their fortune and to continue the success and legacy of the family name.

Despite this, Himiko grew to have a fascination with the Mafia and crime lords, reading about them any chance she got. Watching any and all shows she could find, both historical and fictional to pass the time. She never wanted anything to do with her family’s dreams for her future. Instead she wanted to go down her own route, she tired of the pampered life.

Once she was old enough, she abandoned her former life, venturing out into the world as soon as she hit the age of 18. With aspirations to strike it rich of her own accord, she took up a job as a loan shark. Learning over time that being kind could only get you so far. She learned more violent and persuasive ways to collect on debts that were owed. The knowledge and history she had learned about through her childhood soon turned into valuable tools for her everyday life.

If she had to break a few fingers, bust a few knee caps, or even put a bullet in someone to get what she wanted, she wouldn’t hesitate to do it. Her personality being quite brash and stern, she does have a soft spot inside of this rough exterior. If one is able to find it and become friends with her, she is loyal and willing to go out of her way to help.

For most people, she is willing to help them as long as they offer her some form of payment. The payment doesn’t always have to be money, it can be other valuables that they own, or even their time that is being offered. All deals are settled with a handshake, which increases her powers the more she is owed, without a handshake, no deal has been officially made in her eyes, and her powers remain the same. It is also something she picked up from some of her favorite shows, films and books.

This is how she came about her two revolvers, which she has nicknamed and customized herself. Even though she could likely get her hands on real gold if she was to delve into her family fortune. She has chosen to only rely on what she is able to earn and obtain through her own. Meaning that anytime she does customize stuff, it usually is fake gold, which she has become fascinated with thanks to her interest in the Mafia and crime lords in her childhood.

In her opinion there is nothing cooler than a big piece of iron plated with gold, being both intimidating and impressive at the same time. A symbol of status and position within the world of crime as far as she was concerned. She always wanted to bling things out, to have them be impressive and worthy of an aspiring Mafioso.

She is currently a freelancer, having a difficult time really fitting into any organization, but willing to lend them her help, as long as they offer her something in return of course. She rarely ever does anything for free, unless it is something that strikes a nerve within her that she believes justifies her actions to assist. She has a strong moral code, and this sometimes forces her into action, even without any form of payment.

Symphony on High

I'm such a klutz, but there is more then what meets the eye. But a play none the less is still a play however it may be. Regardless, I'm game for this.

Expedition to Isekai

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@Yankee@Erode

Letting out a sigh as she cast disinterested eyes towards the turtle like beast that lumbered before them. Masato’s reaction and response told her all that she needed to know about the current situation and where his mind was at. It was disappointing to say the least, she had hoped he had learned something by now from the previous events that they had been subjected too.

It was quite clear that more needed to happen, that he still need another jolt too his system. To shake up his thought process, to awaken him to the reality and truth that Oro’s had to offer to him.

“You disappoint me Ma-Sa-To…..I’m more focused on what we came here to do then you are, you see, I have accepted and come to terms with reality, to terms with the truth….but it is clear that you are still blind, like a naive child…..” sighing as she finished her last word, before positioning herself to block off the escape route of the turtle beast.

Sapphire eyes narrowed, fists clenched as she stared down the beast as it lumbered in her direction. Muscles tensing in her legs and back as she braced for her next act. Crouching down, loading her legs like tense springs as she finally leapt forward. Getting as much speed, momentum and power that she could muster to propel herself up above the beast. Rotating her body to spin herself forward head over heel, spinning quickly as she extended both of her arms to either side of her to control her rate of spin. Bringing both of her feet together as she brought both of her heels down towards the creature's head with as much force and speed that she could muster from the rotation and height of her approach.

She had not waited for Masato’s next order or command, having gone after the beast with little to no hesitation. She knew as well as anyone that in his eyes, she was just good for being bait in this kind of situation. As long as he remained blind and determined to remain so, then he would never become blessed with the truth as Oros had become.

“No, no, no…….what you have said are the words of a blind and misguided fool…..if you did understand then you would know that what you have said have only proven to me that not enough people have perished…..for if enough had truly perished then you would have been more open and willing to accept the truth into your heart and into your mind….to be honored and blessed…..no….you still haven’t come to terms with reality….with what I have offered to everyone….you see me as nothing more than a crazed lunatic….but I’m far more sane then any of the rest of you….who seem to be hell bent on repeating the same things over and over against expecting different results…..that is the true meaning of insanity….so ask yourself….Ma-Sa-To…..who truly is insane…..If you are incapable of accepting this new reality, then perhaps you should end my existence….it would make everyone's lives so much easier back at camp wouldn’t it….? ” A frown replacing the usually unhinged smile that had taken over her expression ever since she had once again accepted her true self.

Trying to prove a point to Masato, if he truly continued on this path, then it would only lead to more suffering. To more classmates perishing and losing their lives needlessly, if he chose to see her as nothing more than a lunatic, as someone who had lost their sanity. She could do nothing more to convince him. Not until more classmates met their grisly demise. At which point Oros didn’t know if there would be anyone left to accept the truth.