Heal

A fandomless OC run by Amari/Will contain triggering content&&NSFW content/🌹🌹

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I’m alive and back

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burninginsilence:

previously…

She hadn’t known what exactly she just witnessed, but the shock of the event had even caused Arch herself to freeze up in place to the point where even his yelling and cries un-phased her. There were some things she had seen and out of them, despite some being regrettable accidents, they were still events she considered normal. But this… Once the question had popped up, she fell out of her dazed state and looked him him— it… She had no clue what to identify him as. “I… No? Just the unfortunate event to witness the ending of what had just happened. Do you… Are you alright?” Only now had she realized the tear stains along the concrete flooring. A subtle frown being placed along her lips as she took a long hard look at his form. It was hard not to and she had hoped she wasn’t being too rude given the current situation. The question itself was probably stupid to ask and she did regret it, but what else could she even say? She was no expert when it came to absorbing nor fusing with other beings since the closest it came for her was when it came to messing with her own bodies coding.

Tired eyes look up at the other, eyebrows turned up in a helpless look. He shrugged, more tears falling from his eyes. The black lines covering his face marred its former beauty. His main pair of hands unlatched, landing on the ground. He looked down, avoiding her eyes. How could he look at someone now? Ninazu felt so bad. But he didn’t have a choice. Why? Why wasn’t there another way? Why did he have to turn into this?

I...I’m alright...

An unconvincing look spread across his face. He couldn’t take off his mask even if he wanted to. It was like a real bird beak now.  It opened and closed when he talked like one. He could breathe through it like one. He hiccuped, reaching up to wipe away his tears. 

I’ll be fine...

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ocumonium:

     “You should watch yourself. If your current position, you’ll fall rather hard.”

Will I? Maybe you should just stay in that position.

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Ninazu. Call me Ninazu.

His lips parted slightly, feeling her power. It wasn’t overwhelming. It felt like it was just perfect. Strange... He wasn’t panicked like he was last time. Instead, he was just determined to protect Arch. He wasn’t scared this time. A grin spread across his face, his own wavelength merging with her’s. He blinked, his golden eyes sparkling. This felt exhilarating. It felt amazing to be held and handled like this. It wasn’t anxiety inducing like it had been last time. He felt in control. His blade gleamed in the light, his own eyes matching. A laugh that sounded like a bell left his mouth.

Ahaha!~  Go for it! Show them that you’re not at the bottom! I’m here to help you!

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@burninginsilence

No no no! Don’t look at me! I look so ugly! I can’t heal anymore! I don’t have wings! I’m not an Angel anymore!!! I’m a Spawn of Satan now!!!!

Ninazu raised his middle hands to his face, covering his messed up mask and face. His golden eyes were now a blood red, tears welling up. He made a mistake. He made a grave mistake. But he had to if he wanted to live. He whimpers quietly, shutting his eyes tightly. This was his nightmare. What had he turned into?

I messed up!  What did I do?! I feel sick to my stomach!

He moved his hands, his shoulders slumped. Tiny tears fell down his cheeks. He missed his wings. He missed his healing powers. He fell backward on his butt, curling up with his three pairs of arms wrapped around his knees. His eyes stared up at the person approaching him in the deserted alleyway.

I...I Heh...Do you need anything from me?

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who are you?

Is this OOC or IC.....

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It is completely A-Okay to get more than one currently running thread with your OC?

Of course!! Pile on all the threads >:V I love having multiple threads with people.

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Hey kiddos you should like for a starter in Ninazu’s second verse

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Soft humming echoed in Ninazu’s mask, coming out muffled. He had just finished helping in a local hospital. Healing always made him tired, but he was made for healing. Given the gift, you could say. White-clad hands come up to adjust the straps of his mask. He had always had the same mask. Albeit with some added features. Even when he was caught in the Black Plague. Who he got the mask from? He doesn’t remember. But he treasures it. Golden eyes fix on the person walking in front of him. There’s something strangely familiar about them. He feels like he’s seen them somewhere. Was it a person he helped? Did he help someone important to them? It takes another second for things to click in Ninazu’s mind.

Oh!  It’s you! Forgive me, I don’t remember your name. Do you remember me? I helped heal a friend way back when!

@feyqs

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Verse 2

Verse 2: Fusion

Ninazu’s in the midst of battle, trying to fend off the Spawn of Satan. He’s trying his best, using his powers to the fullest. It’s not working. Nothing’s working. He’s going to die. Unless he can fuse. A glance is dropped down to his right hand, his uncovered hand shaking. He stretches out his fingers, claws straightening. The last time he fused, it was an accident. He never wanted to go through that again. Yet it seemed as though he had to.  He wasn’t about to die when he had people to help.

A hand shot out, grabbing a Spawn of Satan by the face. An almost apologetic expression passed over his face before he activated his power. He started absorbing the Spawn, his eyes slipping shut. He hated the feeling of this.  It didn’t feel right. Something so negative shouldn’t be coming into contact with something so pure. He could feel himself transforming into something hideous. He would never be accepted as an Angel after this. His wings started to lose feathers, disintegrating. His healing power was gone, replaced by a combination of the Spawn’s and his.

I feel disgusting....

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@ocumonium xXx

Just where you belong. It’s a good look for you.

A grin spreads across his lips from under his mask.

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burninginsilence:

previously…

Talk about stubborn & persistent. Not like she had the right to think that way though since she herself was thinking about taking them head on with nothing but her bare fists. At least the female hadn’t seen it as a bad quality either and rather enjoyed that. She was silent for a solid minute while giving the male a hard look only to burst into a wide grin and speak of nothing but praise. “Well look at you now, hmph? If that is your resolve for this mess, then shall we teach ‘em a lesson or two?” It was as if all if at least most of her worries had drained away with his wordings. Eyes now turned back towards the end of the alley where a group of older looking teens had started filing into the confined space.

Arch swallowed a deep breath while extending her closest hand towards the male, waiting for his approval and acceptance. She’d thought her hand would be at least the small bit shaken, but instead it remained still and calm.

Yeah. I’m ready.

Ninazu allowed his entire body shift into his weapon form, landing in her hand. He blinked, shifting for a second. He hadn’t been in his weapon form in a while, so it was strange. He didn’t feel a sense of rejection from her. Her hand actually felt quite natural.  It felt nice. He missed the feeling.

Hey, I would act quickly. They don’t seem like they are willing to wait for you. You feel....natural. You feel nice and I missed it. But I’m here for you to use. Show them that you’re powerful. Show them that you won’t be beaten to the ground. And if you are? I’ll protect you. I won’t let someone get hurt.

He narrowed his eyes, taking off his mask in his weapon form. He knew she couldn’t really see him, but he ran his fingers over his cheek scar. He was going to help this person. That’s what he was meant to do.

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thescarletlord:

He ran through the list of things he still needed to do in his head. Most of his house still needed to be cleaned - how it had gotten so messy with only one occupant, he didn’t know - and he needed to start preparing dinner at some point. Jack and the others wouldn’t be over for several hours, but there was still so much to do!

He was so consumed with his worry that he almost didn’t notice the strange man who had just walked into the sliding doors. But years of fighting had trained him to be observant, even if it was just catching movement out of the corner of his eye. Arms laden with groceries, Maahes turned to see him walk straight into the glass of the sliding doors. He tried to explain both the man and the action, but doing so was impossible. Which shouldn’t have been as startling as it was; he had certainly seen stranger things.

“Are you okay?” he tentatively asked.

Oh no. You saw that?  How embarrassing... I’m not used to things like this. Much too modern for me. I prefer the normal push || pull doors. I can see how they’d be helpful for people who have their arms full. But please, I’d rather not run into them.

The Angel reached up to touch his mask, fingers running over the stitches. A small flush adorned his cheeks, almost hidden behind the mask. He offered a nervous laugh, eyeing the male in front of him. He seemed normal. But he still had to be wary. He’d rather not die a second time. He wanted to keep healing people. Speaking of which... His hands come together to uncover his right-hand glove. Two fingers are pressed to his forehead. A soft glow surrounds them, healing the bruise on his head.

Aah I’m still so embarrassed. I hate messing up in public. It gives me anxiety! I can heal my injuries, but if I ever fell in public---!!! Oh I’d be so embarrassed. I’d want to just sink into the Earth!!

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burninginsilence:

previously…

Although swaying onto the agreeing side, she took a moment to step back and analyze the current situation. Rather not letting any form of excitement to cloud her judgement and create rash decisions like the last time. “Though I appreciate the offer and though you are the one offering, I wouldn’t want to scare you despite the possibility of us being able to connect. While I’m not afraid of getting hurt for trying, I’d feel more sorry for you since this would be a big step for you to overcome. Unless you are persistent about it, I’d rather us come to a more neutral stand and knowledge of each other first so that way you can maybe find some form of comfort if we tried this.” With a small sigh, her shoulders slumped down. Not out of disappointment— kind of, but rather in a more relaxed form. Of course, that is until who’s to say the group from earlier was still tracking her down. Her thoughts pulled away from the current situation as frantic yelling could be heard echoing across the alley along with the accompanying sound of several footsteps coming closer within their vicinity. “Haah, they sure don’t let up easily. Here I was thinking I finally was able to catch my breath for a day.” Though, rather than running away, she turned on her heels to face the direction they’d be coming from. Steely eyes watching, almost seeming as if they could burn someone on the spot.

I will respect your wishes, but I’m not about to let you get beat up yet again. It’s not right.

Ninazu’s eyes narrowed as he turned his gaze toward the end of the alleyway. He held out his arm, letting it transform into the tip of his weapon form.  Emerald and Onyx games clinked as the hit each other while swinging. He raised his arm up before dragging it down with a swish.

I’m going to help you. You can’t drive me away. I am a weapon. I was meant to be used. Even if I am some sort of coward weapon. I can help you.

Golden eyes look to the side to see what type of reaction he drew out. He wasn’t just a weapon. He was a healer. It was his specialty. Even though he was meant for one thing, he was better at another. He didn’t mind. It meant that he could help people without being used.

The offer is always there. You can try to use me if you’d like. I’d rather you be safe.

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I’m having so much fun

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To be honest, fighting by yourself is tough, but I don’t mind.

It means I have control over myself.

I don’t really like the idea of being flipped around by someone I don’t know.

It scares me...

Uncovered hands clasp together in front if the weapons body. He rocks back onto his heels, his eyes observing the female in front of him. Ever since Ninazu had made his fatal mistake, he’d been afraid to have someone handle him. But this girl seemed genuinely good and kind. She must have been suffering from the backlash of getting kicked out. She must be hurting. Even if she covered it up. Taking a deep breath, the weapon started to speak fast.

I’m afraid of hurting people. I’ve trained for years by myself. I don’t know if I’m capable to have another Meister...but even though I just met you... Would you like to try to use me? I can handle strong wavelengths. My partner had a wild reckless soul and I have a calming cool and collected soul. That’s how we were able to connect. If...If you could use me, then you could protect yourself.

Ninazu offered a small smile, forgetting he had a mask on. He backtracked quickly, a small flush coming over his cheeks because of his mistake. He held out his hand, eyes staring at her.

So what do you say...wanna try?