Piercing Light

Mighty Morphin Power Rangers

Just expressing my interest here. I'd prefer a ranger role, but I'm fine with playing an assistant type character if need be.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Kusari Bloodworth

Kusari glared at Brent as he greeted her and went on his way. The boy looked as if he was about to audition for a crappy slasher flick. There was something seriously wrong with him. But she didn't have the patience nor the interest to bother finding out just what that something was. Instead she had a slightly muddled expression on her face as she processed what Hazel had said to her. Hazel had spoken in this strangely robotic manner during the mission, but she simply assumed the girl had prior military experience, or was pretending to have it.

But they were just sitting here eating lobster and... Actually she had no clue what Hazel was eating, but it seemed to be causing her pain."If it's too spicy you can get something else..." Kusari said, trying not to look as if she were pitying her.

"And I didn't tell you just so you could look out for yourself. We're all in danger here, so we need to look out for each other." Kusari took a cheap pre-paid cellphone out. "You have a phone right? Give me your number. If anything happens you can call me."

@GreenGoat

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Kusari Bloodworth

Kusari sat on the edge of her dorm's roof, her legs dangling precariously over the side. She had gotten up early to avoid dealing with her roommates. Christmas and Sander hadn't done anything to her, but she couldn't stand watching the two of them together. Christmas was being used, Sander pretended to play innocent but he was an enabler. She let out an annoyed sigh, choosing to instead focus on the scenery below her. As much as she despised the fact that she was being held against her will here, the campus was beautiful. The buildings had a simple modern aesthetic, the grounds were well maintained, and the trees exuded a calm, natural feeling.

She wanted to sketch it.

Her hands gripped the sides of her head, she felt as if a headache was about to assault her. The urge to draw was there, but where was the will, the motivation? A disposable tool of the government couldn't be an artist.

She let out a heated breath, and lowered her hands. There was something else bothering her, the amount of guards in the school. Security had increased substantially, and she didn't know why. This couldn't be in response to the attack by the rogue Precursor, it was much too slow for that. Something had happened just recently.

The door to the roof suddenly flung open, surprising Kusari enough that she nearly fell. "Who the-... oh." She frowned at the guards pointing guns at her. She was becoming disturbingly accustomed to this treatment.

"A classroom? Oh right, this is supposed to be a school." She couldn't help but snark at the room she entered. Why this place even bothered to put up such a facade was beyond her. She looked around, and tried to put a name to each of the faces here. She couldn't quite remember the name of a few of her fellow students, but she recognized all of their faces. All but one, there seemed to be a new student among them. One boy was missing, however. Was that the reason there were so many guards? She'd heard one of them mention something about a cuff alarm going off. And a 'site...'

Before she could think about it much more the orientation began. She took a seat behind a boy that, now that she thought about it had handed her part of her spine days ago. She didn't hold a grudge against him, but she couldn't help but get the impression that he had zero tact.

A well put together man moved to the front of the room. By the streak under his eye she could see that he was a staff mage.
"Good morning, beautiful young people," He greeted them.

Annnnd I already can't stand him. Kusari narrowed her eyes as she listened to the man speak. She hated when people acted like this. Of course he had to put on a friendly front for them, but that didn't mean she had to like it. It felt fake and condescending. He then introduced a nervous woman behind him. She clearly didn't want to be here, and likely thought she was going to be killed by one of them. At least she was honest.

Then Rosa walked in, and nearly broke Kusari.

Fred was irritating, but this woman was an insufferable saccharine nightmare. Kusari watched this woman as if she were an exotic alien, both disgusting and intriguing. She felt stupid for thinking so poorly of Fred, this woman was the real psycho! She was only barely able to give a 'thanks' as her custom made clothing was handed to her. She hardly believed they would actually come through with them. Looking around, others had asked for far more ridiculous things. From dangerous weapons, to cute pets, it was as if they were trying to appease all powerful gods that could end them at a moment's notice. But they weren't gods, and they could be killed at any time. So why were they being treated so special?

After Daisy left and Fred continued, she got her answer. They were an experiment. It seemed her paranoia about being test subjects had been right. She wanted to be mad, but the most she could do was grit her teeth and slouch in her chair. She barely paid attention to the classes, the work was beneath her anyhow. She was more interested in the combat training they would be going through. She needed to get stronger, to at least be able to prevent anyone else from dying.

Soon enough it was lunch time. Now that she thought about it she was hungry. She left the room, and headed for the cafeteria. As she walked by students, she spotted Hazel sitting at a table. After taking some mashed potatoes and lobster, she sat down across from her.

"Hazel, right? How have you been doing since that battle? she asked, then scooping a spoonful of potato into her mouth. The food here was good, it ticked her off.

"By the way, you have noticed that one of us is missing, right? I overheard one of those guards talking about it I think. They mentioned a cuff's alarm going off, a 'site,' and footprints. I think he was attacked, Hazel."

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Callan | Kusari | Siena

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𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟘𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥 / / 𝕊𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝟜𝟛𝟘 / / 𝟘𝟡𝟙𝟝

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The door slammed shut behind her as Callan stormed through the suite towards the bathroom, slightly out of breath from the sprint over.

Having spent most of her waking hours either organizing the tabs in a multitude of books or working on tests, Siena was eager to hear someone returning to the suite. A brief moment of excitement ran up the girl's spine as slate eyes caught sight of tell-tale aquamarine h--what the actual fuck?!

"O-Oh my god, Callan?!" In place of the greeting that she should have given, the brunette was left with wide eyes and an expression of mild terror. Was Callan okay? The girl had been healed before, hadn't she? Wasn't everyone healed? It occurred to Siena that she hadn't seen her roommate since the night before--had she been bleeding the whole night? Questions fired off like a belt-fed machine gun, each trying to force its way out of her mouth, but failing. "I--you--I...are you alright?"

Because somehow that was the best question to ask when the person in question was both covered in blood and looking...not really okay. At all.

Callan flinched at Siena's reaction. Shit, of course she forgot all about her other roommate. Despite her best effort, she couldn't muster any semblance of a comforting tone or smile. "Yeah," she answered unconvincingly, disappearing into the bathroom and turning on the facet. She lost herself in the red spiral that circled the drain as Kusari's blood ran down her wrist and off of her finger tips. Yesterday she'd snapped at Grant. Today she'd snapped again-- at Marcus. The one person who had gone out of his way to do nothing but help her so far. She sniffed and wiped the corner of her eye with her sleeve.

A flinch told Siena that she might have been going a little too strong on the "panicked roommate" reaction, even moreso when Callan gave a one-word response--she's not okay. What would Maya do?--and disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of running water followed soon a cue that Callan was washing up. Hesitation surged through Siena's mind for a moment before the brunette regained herself...just in time to hear the faintest sound of a...sniff? Concern welled up, paired with an oddly maternal instinct that likely came from a character drawn from when her powers had first surfaced. Softly, Siena knocked on the open door to attract her roommate's attention.

"Cal...? If you need anything or someone to talk to, you can always let me know..." An awkward, clumsy smile crossed Siena's lips. "It sucks being hurt alone, right?"

She didn't respond at first. Turning off the facet, she snatched her towel off of the counter. "I'm not hurt," Callan answered, turning to face her. As she finished drying off, Cal made sure Siena could see her hand-- free from injury. She figured the message was clear.

No blood after washing off--she was injury free. Physically, at least. Somehow, that didn't make Siena feel better. "I...I'm glad you're not injured, but..." But there was probably something more. Familiarity blanketed the brunette at the thought. Not the first time she'd felt it, and it probably wouldn't be the last. "Well, if you want to talk about it, I'll be here. O-only if you want to though."

The way she lingered in the doorway-- Callan could tell Siena wanted to know what happened, but... if she told her, would that make things worse? She leaned back against the sink, crossing her arms and sighing harshly. "Someone asked me to spar with them at the track," she said, then quickly added, "Nobody died... or got injured... but... it didn't end well." With each phrase of her sentence, her voice was reduced to more of a mumble. She didn't know how to explain what she was feeling and she didn't want to try.

"I don't really want to talk about it," she muttered.

"Don't worry. You don't have to tell me." Siena's natural drive to know screamed in protest, but she quieted it with brute force. Nobody was injured, and yet there was blood. Odd, enough to utter the phrase 'curioser and curioser' in context, but not enough to force anything. My problem, not hers. Instead, Siena stepped back and away, clearing the path for Callan. "I'll probably head into town later today. If you think of anything you need, I'll leave my number on your desk."

A pause.

"It might not mean much coming from me, but...I hope you feel better."

"Thanks," she replied with a genuinely apologetic smile. Fishing around in her pocket for her iPod and headphones, she made her way to the couch. She inwardly groaned, remembering again that she had left her bag-- and by extension, her iPad-- back at the track. She'd have to go pick that up sometime. Maybe later tonight.

Keeping out of Callan's path, Siena watched as the older girl moved to collapse on the couch, headphones on and eyes gazing at the ceiling. With a soft sigh, the brunette settled back to her place, snapping her laptop shut to return to flagging her books.

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𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟘𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ 𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥 / / 𝕊𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝟜𝟛𝟘 / / 𝟘𝟡𝟜𝟘

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Kusari knocked on the door to Callan's room. Of course she had no idea for sure if it was Callan's room, she had simply decided to knock on every door until she got the right one. This resulted in a few people opening the door ready to argue, but apparently a strange albino woman with a monster leg was a universal sign to suddenly turn polite.

A knock at the door brought Siena's attention back to reality. Marcus, perhaps? The girl opened the door to see...not Marcus. An albino girl with...a monster leg. And a torn, bloody shirt. This blood thing was becoming a common trend on visitors and inhabitants of the suite, wasn't it? One blink. Two. "Um...h-hello, can I help you?" A pause. "Is...is that your blood?"

Kusari looked down at the girl that opened the door, she recognized her as one of the fellow students that had just gone through hell yesterday. Her eyes glanced down to her shirt, then back to the girl. "Yeah it's mine, bleeding is becoming pretty normal for me though so don't worry about it. I'm Kusari by the way..." She said, peering into the room.

"Ah, there she is." She said, spotting Callan laying on a couch. Kusari let herself in, revealing that there was an identical hole on the back of her shirt as well as she walked past Siena. Kusari dropped the bag next to Callan, and peered over her, replacing her view a ceiling with a Kusari.

"I can't believe you ran off like that, that's no way to answer someone when they ask you out on a date."

"Ah..." Siena didn't have much time to think before Kusari stepped into the room, heading directly for Callan. A pause. The brunette turned to watch the pale girl, only to see a hole in the back of her shirt to match the first. Okay. Maybe she didn't really want to know. Well...if Kusari needed to talk to Callan, then...maybe it was best to...go? Siena moved back to her desk, scrawled a note with her number, then left it on the desk before snagging her usual purse and a jacket--one that hadn't seen battle, thanks--and walking to the door. One awkward wave later, and Siena gently shut the door behind her. Clearly those two had things to talk about among themselves...probably.

Her music was cranked so loud, she hadn't even heard the knock at the door. Her pensive expression warped into one of sheer confusion as a pair of crimson eyes suddenly loomed over her. She pulled her buds out and listened to what Kusari had to say, sitting up and continuing to stare for a moment before looking down at the bloody hole in her shirt and glancing away.

"You some sort of masochist or something? she scoffed, trying to play it cool, though her cheeks were suddenly feeling quite warm. So... that hadn't been a joke?

Kusari crossed her arms and tightened her lips. "I'm more of an S actually, if you must know." She leaned down beside the couch so that she was at eye level with Callan. "Can't blame you if you couldn't take it seriously back there. I honestly just blurted it out without thinking. It was just the first thing that came to my mind, had to say something to get you to stop crying." Kusari grumbled and ruffled her hair, her eyes looking across the dorm room for a moment.

"That's not to say I didn't mean it, I thought you looked cute so I just said it." Kusari said, looking back to Callan. She let out a contemplative 'hmm.' "But I get the feeling that's not all that's bothering you, I really am alright you know? Doesn't even hurt anymore. Honestly, you and that guy were fighting over nothing."

Callan maintained a steady gaze up until the word 'cute' entered the conversation. Her cheeks were absolutely on fire now. She wasn't usually on the receiving end of such compliments. She felt a churning mixture of unidentified feelings as Marcus was then mentioned.

Callan slid her legs off the couch, making room for Kusari to sit down if she wanted. Looking back at her she nodded slowly. "When you said you'd just heal it up, I should've asked more questions," she sighed, glancing at the blood on her T shirt one last time, "I shouldn't have just assumed you'd be okay, even if you are right now."

She ran her fingers over her knuckles and smiled wistfully, dropping her eyes to her knees, "I shouldn't be going around punching whoever asks me to. I should have known better. I knew there was a chance you wouldn't be alright, but I ignored it.... I took that chance. I don't know. I guess... I just went ahead and trusted you?"

Kusari sat down beside Callan as she made room for her. She rested her elbow on her leg and smushed her cheek against her hand, looking at Callan as she spoke. "You trusted me and what, you regret it? Like I told you, nothing you can do will kill me." There was no irritation in her voice, in spite of the words she was saying. She noticed Callan running her fingers over her knuckles, It made her take a glance at her right leg. It was obvious, but everyone here had their own problems.

"You've never hit anyone like that before, have you?" Kusari moved her hand from her face and leaned back onto the couch. "I guess I hadn't thought of that before asking you to fight me... My bad. But you know, eventually you'll have to use those fists to kill someone, I doubt the only thing we'll ever be fighting is monsters."

"Heh," Cal forced a laugh, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table and shoving her hands into her pockets as she leaned back as well, "Of course the one who gets superhuman strength doesn't know anything about fighting." Just like how the guy with the healing blood seemed to have the least of it-- and the second frailest looking person was given powers so they couldn't die. She glanced sideways at Kusari, reassessing the girl beside her now that she was taking the question seriously. She'd noticed right away how tall and lithe she was back at the track-- like an underfed alley cat-- but wow. On top of being pale, she really was thin.

Her face burned on. God, I'm glad I'm black, she prayed inwardly. She'd never been with... someone like Kusari... before. Hell, she'd never been with anyone before. Her mind was running away without her. She cleared her throat and looked away quickly, "I, uh... saw a Chinese Buffet in town. Five star reviews on Yelp...."

"Yelp?..." Kusari raised a brow, not knowing what that was but assuming it was some sort of online review website. She rarely got the chance to use the internet, she couldn't afford it after all. Even her phone was a cheap disposable with loaded minutes. "Right, wherever you want to go is fine. As long as it isn't some hipster vegan garbage."

Callan scoffed. "Please-- do I look like I'm on a vegan diet?" she joked.

"Just making sure." Kusari said with a smile. This was probably the first time she'd smiled genuinely since arriving here. That fact made her feel uneasy somehow, she stood up and pulled her student ID out. "Five hundred dollars a month is still pretty crazy to me, I can't remember the last time I've even had this much money." She said, then shoving the card back into her pants. Seeing her bloody shirt made her realize that she wasn't exactly dressed for a date. Now that she thought about it, was she even attractive to Callan? She hadn't turned her down so that was a good sign, but it was possible she was just being nice. After all, she didn't exactly have primo assets. Her gross leg wasn't helping either.

"Um... Meet me at the campus entrance. I have to go put something more respectable on."

Callan stood up with Kusari, already picking up her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. She could feel an audible growl rising from the empty depths of her stomach-- how long had it been since she last ate? Almost four hours now? And she was pretty sure it'd only been some jerky and a banana. She barely managed to speak over the sound before it surfaced.

"Uh," Callan sighed with a slight frown, "Wanna just borrow something and we'll go? Sorry-- I'm kinda starving and I haven't stocked my fridge with snacks yet." She tried not to look as impatient as she felt. "You could wash up here if you want," she added as an after thought, "My roommate's got this super fancy soap...."

Kusari was about to open the door and leave when Callan stopped her. "Well, if you insist." Kusari mocked reluctance, the truth was that she likely didn't have anything good to wear, she still hadn't gotten any new clothes after all. "Pick something you'd like to see me in, alright?" She teased Callan as she entered the bathroom.

"Don't get your hopes up-- my selection isn't exactly Vera Wang," Callan quipped, idly wondering if someone who didn't seem to know what Yelp was would even get that reference as she made her way over to the duffel bag by her bed. Kusari washed as quickly as she could, knowing Callan wanted to leave as soon as possible. She didn't quite know what to do with the ruined shirt. Keeping it as a keepsake would be in bad taste, wouldn't it? She tossed it into the waste bin, and walked back out to the main room in her pants and bra.

"This soap smells like privilege... So, what have you got for me?"

"Pretty great, right?" Callan chuckled, tossing her a black and white shirt, "You can keep that if you want. I ordered it online and it's never really fit. Hopefully you won't be drowning in it... b-because I'm a fatass." Callan smiled and laughed as she tacked on the self-deprecating joke, hoping she hadn't offended Kusari by mentioning her weight... or lack thereof. She wasn't quite comfortable enough to ask whether or not it was an eating disorder that made her that way. The fact that she didn't like vegan shit and was gawking at a $500 monthly spending allowance (which was decent, to be fair), almost seemed to suggest otherwise.

Kusari caught the shirt, and noted that Callan wasn't fazed by her standing there with no shirt on. Maybe her gaydar was broken. As she was about to unfold the shirt she heard make a joke at her own expense, she didn't find it very funny. She hardly ever found self-deprecation funny. "Some people like a fat ass Callan..." She calmly said, then unfolding the shirt. She was met with the image of a slice of pepperoni pizza, with words in bold that read 'I'll give you a pizza my mind.' She looked up at Callan with a blank expression. "I'll just take this as punishment for my sins." She muttered, slipping the shirt on. "Shall we go?"

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Kusari Bloodworth

Walking through the campus of USARILN East Kusari was an odd sight to be sure. Walking unevenly due to her malformed leg she was writing on papers held in place by a clipboard. She'd neglected to fill out the placement tests given to her when she'd arrived here, as well as fill out a few things in a requisition form. The tests were easier than she'd thought they'd be, which was fine by her as it allowed her to think about other things as she filled them out.

She'd just seen a man heal an entire room of people as easily as one could breathe. She'd heard stories about Benediction of course, but she'd always assumed they were exaggerated. Between his miracle working, and the sight she'd seen as she first came to this wretched place, her opinion of the Precursors had changed a bit. They were still dogs to the government in her eyes, but now they appeared to be idiot dogs. They had so much power, yet when it came down to it all they amounted to were pieces on a chess board.

Kusari glanced at the cuff around her leg. In practice she wasn't much different from them though, was she?

She arrived at the administrative office and handed in her forms leaving the clipboard as well. She felt a bit silly handing in the requisition form, but she wanted to see just how far their resources went. She had sketched three things onto the form, they were clothes.
The first was a School Uniform. She listed the exact dimensions and color, and requested five sets of it. The second was a short dress, and the third was a pair of pants, a set she requested two of.

One last thing was requested, a trainer. She needed someone that could teach her how to use firearms as well as close quarters combat. It was a fairly vague request, but she hardly knew what to ask for specifically.

She ignored the stares and glares as she exited the building, so what if she was covered in gore and one pull of a thread away from becoming a walking wardrobe malfunction? Honestly they should be used to this sort of thing here. Her legs started to take her towards her dorm, but then she remembered why she was in such a rush to grab her forms and leave, she really didn't want to see Sander's face right now. She had nothing nice to say to the boy that would have nearly killed her if not for her healing ability. She literally turned on her heel and began to walk to the gym.

She'd said to herself that she wouldn't take long in the shower, but it was nice and quiet here in the pool's shower room. The fancy black and white tiles and glass doors were easy on the eyes as well. She let out a sigh as she rinsed the store brand soap from her thin body. She ran her hand against her ribs, easily feeling the ridged bones. Just how long would it take for her to get back to a healthy weight? She needed to get into shape, learn how to fight so she could...

"So I can what?..." She asked herself. All she knew how to do was keep moving forward, but what was the point if she was walking this road blindfolded?

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Seeing the complete and utter destruction that Shane created below her, there were a few possible reactions that one would consider normal. Kusari was not normal however, Kusari was watching as if she were witnessing a masterpiece being painted before her eyes. Those crystals were like modern art, only not shit. She had to cover her mouth to hide the quivering grin on her face, after all what would the others think if they saw her smiling at such a sight? The enthralling show had to come to an end of course, which left her to deal with the reality of what she'd been through, what they'd all been through.

Couldn't she just skip this part?

She heard commotion around her, people yelling and crying. No one could blame them, they were just kids forced to fight for their lives, a few had lost that fight even. She sat down and hugged her knees close to her body. Her long hair covered her like a shredded alabaster blanket. With all the viscera covering her she must have looked like a ghost from a slasher movie.

She needed to get stronger, even if she couldn't stop everyone from dying, she could at least try. She was distinctly qualified as someone that could put their life on the line and come out of it just fine. Having her skull cracked open wouldn't be a problem, having her throat ripped open wouldn't be a problem... as she'd recently learned the hard way. She could take the fall for all of them again and again.

Her crimson eyes moved towards Emma, then to Shane. She was about to open her mouth wasn't she? Why couldn't she just keep quiet?

"I'd pegged you as more positive than that, Emma. You're not one of those people that only speaks in sunshine and rainbows when it doesn't matter, are you?"

Kusari got to her feet, and walked over to her. "And if you want to slap anyone, it should be our sociopath Director... Though that'll just get you shot I suppose." Kusari said, then taking a look at her dead former comrades for the first time. She didn't know them at all, so she'd be lying if she said she felt grief for them. But that didn't mean she didn't care. The chance to get to know them had been taken away, for her and for everyone else. It would be a bit much to say that they were all family now, but they were all in this together.

"We should hold a service at the school for them. I doubt the school does much to remember us besides experimenting on our bodies and changing our status in some database to 'deceased.' We can't do much, but the one thing they can't stop us from doing is remembering them."

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Kusari stood speechless in the face of the powerful winds created by Shane, her white hair was blown back to the point she could have been used as a sign of surrender. She blinked at the crystalline constructs as her right hand twitched involuntarily, now here was a nostalgic sensation. This only happened to her when she was still drawing, or rather when she had the motivation to draw. Whenever she saw something she considered beautiful she got an irresistible urge to draw it. She'd completely forgotten that everything she'd said was ignored, it had all been invalidated after all. This person before her was special, but not special like the rest of them, he was...

"Awe... awesome." The words quietly slipped from Kusari's mouth, she was in awe, but there was something else she felt. She was utterly outclassed, to the point that her presence felt insignificant. She looked back to the golem and strained her eyes. What could she do? What was something that only Kusari Bloodworth could do?

Her leg kicked off the ground, then again as she jumped towards the golem. She was going to stop it, then she was going to rip a hole in it's chest. If the attack didn't break it's core, she could at least chip away at it's armor to help the others kill it. The monster wasn't focused on her, so she believed she had a clear shot at it.

Leaping upwards, she kicked at the golem's chest as hard as she could, positioning her crimson talons to tear away at the rock.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Kusari Bloodworth

Kusari didn't take much heed to her senior's yelling, she didn't see much reason to leave, or why she couldn't be here. Instead she was staring at the golem. Now, she couldn't exactly call herself a monster expert, in fact there was a pretty good chance this thing had never even existed before. But these monsters did come from somewhere, be it mythology or just a simple idea someone may have had at some point. Keeping that in mind she asked herself 'This thing must have a weakness.' It surrounded it's self with more rocks which converged around what she assumed to be what was the actual monster. Well, there it is. Now what were they going to do about it?

Lawrence and Hazel arrived, which reminded her of something. In her right hand she was still holding the knife Lawrence had given her. Her grip was so tight on it her hand had nearly gone numb. She folded the knife and put it in her pocket, she would have to give it back to him, she certainly didn't need it now that she had this ridiculous leg.

A bright light originating from where the giant eyeball had run off suddenly flashed, and a green mist blanketed the entire field. Kusari waved her hand in front of her face, trying to fan the stuff away. Fanning the mist was futile, of course, and she ended up breathing it in. It wasn't as bad as she was imagining it to be, though she was imagining that this stuff would literally melt them all from the inside out or something similarly grisly. It wasn't any more annoying than breathing in a room in which gasoline had been spilled, irritating, but easily ignored. The others weren't taking it quite so well. Hazel seemed to panic, and attacked the golem, in spite of it not being the source of her visible nausea and pain. Kusari blinked and looked down at her body, the same dim glow that signified that her body was regenerating surrounded her. Of course, she should have known poison wouldn't effect her.

She listened in as Lawrence discussed the golem with the seniors. It seemed much of her hunch was the same as theirs. Again, the problem was actually doing something about it.

"It sounds like this thing is taking us for chumps." Kusari spoke up, addressing everyone near. She tilted her head towards Ethan specifically. "There's no running from this fight anyway, is there? I doubt that psycho director will accept any of us just running away. Right, she won't, right?" Kusari's right hand ruffled the hair on the side of her head. She looked around seemingly aimlessly.

"First of all, until the others can deal with that giant eye, which I'm assuming is the source of this green nonsense, you need to at least limit it's effects somehow." She waved her hand around in the air. "It seems pretty thick, like a mist, maybe wrapping your shirt around your nose and mouth could help? Even more so if you dampen it." She shrugged her shoulders. "Or not, this could just be magic and that won't help at all, can't hurt to try though." She looked back to the golem. "As for that, if it's trying to kill us all at once then we should spread out. I can distract it if need be, this body of mine can't die that easily after all." Kusari grumbled and ruffled her hair again. She walked over to Lawrence and Hazel. She pulled out the black knife and handed it to Lawrence. "You may want to soak it in bleach or something, there's all kinds of blood on it at this point..."

She gazed over at Hazel thinking about what she'd seen and heard of her power. "Hazel, you may not be able to destroy that thing, but if it tries to attack us you can try to hinder it's movements by striking the ground at it's feet. I doubt with all that weight it's balance is all that amazing..."

Kusari was talking a bit more than she was comfortable with, but just standing around felt like a stupid thing to do at the moment. She needed to be useful in some way.

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The doll had been taken care of a bit easier than Kusari thought it would be. It wasn't as if the monster was that weak, perhaps she was underestimating what they could do instead. She shook her malformed leg, attempting to flick some of the disgusting white blood from it. She frowned, as she found herself thinking fondly of this new leg. It was strong, and allowed her to be useful, and taking a better look at it, it didn't look so bad. Not that her thinking as such would matter to anyone else.

She gritted her teeth in annoyance and looked over to Emma, she was going after the giant eyeball, Kusari nodded at her and walked another way. She was sure that team would be fine, there was a different team that she was worried about. Awkwardly jogging through the battlefield she made her way to the pink team. There had been a lot of commotion over on their side, so much so she was expecting a fairly chaotic and despair filled scene when she arrived. Instead she arrived to what was possibly the quietest place on the field.

The team here looked like they were in terrible shape, however nearly all of their targets had been destroyed but one.

"I thought our seniors would be showing us how it was done, yet here you are about to get snuffed by a pile of rocks." Kusari said, letting out a sigh. Considering how torn up her clothes were and the massive amount of red and white blood she had on her, the statement almost seemed comical. "I don't know how much support I can lend you with just a sharp leg and an immortal body, but I'll help any way I can."

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