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@netherworldflower
i'm gonna be iconless because I can't access my dropbox idk why its probably the outages but starter call (uncapped) for the funky underworld goddess!
I'll probably make some of them FES related so if you had any prompt ideas lmk otherwise it's the wheel time ™
Archimedes is quiet. that is one of the first things he discovered a few nights ago, late, when few souls wandered aimelessly about. alongside the quiet is the fact that it reminds him of home. Okhema and Castrum Kremnos are far away, beyond his reach. he is left here, stripped of strife, and left to his own devices. it's......odd. as far as he knows, not even Aglaea's golden strings reach into the crevices of this place. he is no stranger to being displaced but it's a lie to act as if it didn't bother him.
but that irritation briefly settles in the shadows of the Church of Onoma. he lingers outside the doorway, arms crossed, back resting against the stone as the mumbles of the service inside filter through the cracks in the stone. it seems he wasn't the only one drawn to this place, as he's taken notice of the woman who has lingered as long as he has.
" They talk of fulfilling the wishes of their chosen 'Prophet' when they come." he begins, eyes closing for a moment. " They don't understand the cost of their gods' wishes."
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"I-Is that so? I never thought of it that way..."
For being someone that certainly had their fair share of followers Ereshkigal didn't quite understand what compelled her to visit the Church. Maybe it was to try and get a better understanding of those who had been here far longer then she has and use their knowledge to start forming her own thoughts. Because without that in the moment she was hopelessly lost.
"It's not something I thought would honestly exist here. Going in to bother them didn't seem like the right thing to do but the more they talk the more I want to know just what keeps them conversing like that."
Some might think it was a cult but the servant wouldn't have gone that far. Not yet at least...
"I guess you've had experiences with a subject like this before?"
[ @netherworldflower ;; Star-den Tea Party (ROULETTE STARTER) ]
If nothing else, free catering is always a temptation that Gregor can't resist. There seems to be a lot of that going on this week, treats and snacks and delicious grilled meals open almost around the clock. He isn't sure what all the festivities are for, but he's more than willing to take advantage of them.
And take advantage of them is certainly his objective for tonight's dinner.
He'd been meandering around the space station for the better part of the day after he found out the panel he'd stumbled into could teleport folks just like the W Corp train system does, idly perusing what felt like endless kiosks and stores. Being in space was weirdly mundane for how novel a concept it sounded. He spends most of his time away from any windows or outlooks, sequestered somewhere between the gardens and the mall for most of his trip. The space station was indulging in festivities as much as the Isola itself— he's just glad the tea party event was still going by the time he realized it was there.
…Even if some of the atmospheric indoors space-y stuff for the little event is making it hard to actually see where he's going.
Gregor ducks out of the way of a large, bright ball hovering plainly at head height as he turns the corner around a tall hedge. The only warning he gets is a flash of blonde hair and red fabric before he knocks square into a girl a few inches shorter than himself.
Gregor's pilfered sandwiches meet a very sad end on the carefully maintained grass, the contents spilled in a scatter of ham, olives, and cheese.
"Ah scheiße," he cusses, fumbling to get a better grip his only slightly spilled cup of tea with his one good hand. It left a small wet streak down the front of his white work shirt, but not much else, thankfully. His sandwiches are goners, but at least his dignity is intact.
"Shoot. I didn't get you, did I?"
It was always the worst feeling seeing a perfectly crafted meal or drink fumble straight into the ground. Worse when it was an accident and the individual on the receiving end just so happened to be another person.
...Which unfortunately was where Ereshkigal managed to find herself today. In the worst possible scenario after bumping into someone after being so enamored by the environment around her. If anyone was to blame it was the Underworld Goddess's fault but, in a moment to try and seem like a composed individual she tried her best to play it off cool. Considering most of it managed to miss her but not him with the tea that spilt...
"Oh nonono I'm perfectly fine really! A-Are you alright though? I hope that shirt wasn't too expensive."
It did just look like something one could pick up at a store for a pretty cheap price. But knowing her luck it was their "favorite shirt" now stained.
"Lemme get you a napkin or a towel. If only there was somewhere for you to change too right now..."
❍ The woman's questions confused Castorice initially, but it made more sense when she thought about it. Based on the Trailblazer and Dan Heng's reactions, there were plenty of worlds out there that weren't bound by prophecies nor did they have gods. Amphoreus' circumstances were likely terribly foreign to someone who didn't have them explained to them. "A... story for another time, perhaps?" Because the conversation was moving along, she tabled that explanation for the time being.
With all that had happened, would her other half now be Hyacine? She knew not of that girl's ultimate fate, just that she had remained in the sky as Castorice had remained in the Nether Realm. In a way the two of them symbolized life and death within Amphoreus' present cycle.
"Free time... I've had it in lulls in the past, but there's never been a time where I've truly been "free"." Being a Chrysos Heir meant that she was always working on a project or helping the others. Even then, she often filled the free time she had with crafts. "What do you do with your free time here, Miss Ereshkigal? This city is unlike anything I've seen before, so I wouldn't even know where to start..."
It was probably for the best. Not that a conversation between the two would potentially take long but for a first time meeting it might've been just a little bit too much, deities of death or not. Still she was surprised to hear a question posed no sooner right after, one a bit more personal to her
"Well I guess I don't really have anything in particular yet. I've been trying to find one that really speaks to me but none have really grabbed my attention yet." Though maybe that was for the best. Better to find the one that is an enjoyable experience then rush headfirst into a hobby that might not be as good as she thought...
"For now though I've been watching some shows on TV. They might not be the most appealing things out there but keeping up and trying to figure out what's going to happen before it does is fun. Especially if its a show that's got a lot of mystery behind it."
"I mean I technically am a Lancer. But if you mean anyone called Lancer beyond a title or designation then no nobody lives here. Not that I'm aware of."
Unless someone just managed to take up residence the entire time. There were plenty of rooms here that Ereshkigal just avoided so there was a chance they might've ended up in one of them. As much of an impossibility that also sounded...
"I-If they have a similar name to mine then I doubt it's going to be who you are looking for. Back where we are from Lancer was less of an actual name people called us and more of like a title. So that person there is more then likely the same as who I am. Just probably looks a little different..."
* Hmm Interesting
Queen leans to the side, trying to look past the girl for Lancer-shaped hiding places in her house. While she doesn't find any based on her quick peek, she does find something else to comment about.
* Not Seeing Any Lances Here * Or Spades For That Matter * Just A Big Wooden Stick Tucked Away In The Back * IMO If You Go By The Designation "Lancer" Then It Could Use Something Sharp & Pointy At The End
"Spades?" It felt like complete nonsense being tossed right over her head. Maybe it was all for the sake of confusing her more even though Ereshkigal wasn't getting that impression from them at first. Just a big huge misunderstanding that needed to be solved more then anything...
"Well I don't have my weapon with me! Normally I do but they just swooped it away when I came here and haven't seen it since!" Which made even less sense that nobody else saw it. It was a pretty big weapon that managed to somehow just go AWOL without the servant knowing. Only now did she wish she could just summon it willy nilly without any repercussions.
"Besides why would anyone living here just have them hung up for everyone to see? Wouldn't that be giving off a pretty threatening vibe?"
Queen stares at her, confused.
* ... You're Not Lancer * Not Unless Something Very Strange Happened To Him * The Lancer I Know Is Small + Blue + Would Immediately Recognize Me As His Beloved "Girldad"
* Are You Sure There's Not Another Lancer At House 108? * There's A Lancer At House 101, Should I Try Over There
She points to the other Lancer listed on her contact page, which corresponds to the Lancer known as Fairy Knight Lancelot.
"I mean I technically am a Lancer. But if you mean anyone called Lancer beyond a title or designation then no nobody lives here. Not that I'm aware of."
Unless someone just managed to take up residence the entire time. There were plenty of rooms here that Ereshkigal just avoided so there was a chance they might've ended up in one of them. As much of an impossibility that also sounded...
"I-If they have a similar name to mine then I doubt it's going to be who you are looking for. Back where we are from Lancer was less of an actual name people called us and more of like a title. So that person there is more then likely the same as who I am. Just probably looks a little different..."
According to her research, there are two people named Lancer in the Fibonacci Ward with Queen. Who knew! If luck is on her side, then at least one of them should be her bouncing baby boy.
Of course, if he is here, that means he's missed all the effort that Queen's put in trying to find him. Like playing her mixtapes in public, putting up "Have You Seen My Kid" posters, and renting a car to drive around with the Queen Signal turned on...
None of it's worked.
Still, it wouldn't hurt to go directly to one of the houses that her fellow computer (her phone) is telling her where he is. Maybe he's taking an extra-long nap and missed all of the excitement, somehow.
Wearing a smile on her face, Queen walks up to the doorbell and gives it a ring. When a young girl with blonde hair answers the door, her smile brightens, hoping this is one of his new friends.
* Hi * Do You Know If Lancer's Home
She says that and only that. Obviously, this should cause no confusion and be easily understood.
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Even after opening the door Ereshkigal had to take a brief moment to comprehend the words that were said so promptly. It was a similar feeling to someone calling you by your full work title along with your name. Only nobody back at home would have done that seeing just how many servants were contracted to Chaldea in the first place.
It didn't make the situation all the less awkward, which the goddess couldn't hide on her face in the slightest bit.
"I-I guess that's me. So I suppose I'm home..." She had to wonder if her actual name had fallen off somewhere on the list somewhere. Or something to garner a visit like this. "...Can I help you with something?"
She came across as too naive to be an actual problem. That leads Vicious to easing his expression, but not dropping his guard.
" You're out late too, " he points out, nonchalant. " It isn't that unusual then. "
Comparatively, there were less people currently roaming the ward at this hour. It made sense for someone to be suspicious when coming across a stranger this late in the evening. That didn't mean it made Vicious any less thrilled to be followed-- albeit unintentionally.
" Nobody is ever awake at this time unless there is a purpose. What's yours then? "
"Late" for certain people. Even if she was a human some people needed to be out at this hour for whatever things they needed to accomplish. Mainly work or social needs from what she could actually gather.
"Sleep and I don't go together too well..." Not a complete lie but not the truth either. "So I thought maybe take a little bit of a stroll to maybe help shake things off."
Even then Ereshkigal's appearance didn't really scream "suspicious". If anything someone would probably warn her about getting into trouble rather then the goddess causing it in the first place.
"...And you?"
❍ "Mm... I don't find that unsurprising. Amphoreus is the name of the world I live in, and I'm aware that there are many other worlds out there." It wasn't something she could have fathomed before the Trailblazer and Dan Heng had come to them, but after everything she had seen and heard from those two it was hard to believe that their words weren't true.
Even if she'd had doubts then, her presence in this place had proven their words doubly true.
"I understand what you mean, though I must admit I'm relatively new to it. I only recently ascended to demigod status as part of the prophecy. It can be terribly lonely sometimes, but I suppose some things need to be done both for the betterment of those that live and those that would otherwise wander after death without our guidance."
"A prophecy? Ascended?" Words that only really sparked further concern and intrigue ran throughout Eresh's mind. Was there someone else before her? Being put up to the task without any other guidance couldn't have been easy. Not when it involved dealing with the dead. Souls were already finicky things but once the afterlife was added in an already touchy concept became even harder to control.
...Somehow that meant Ereshkigal had more experience. Strange but not the weirdest thing to happen here.
"That's true. And even if you spend a majority of your time in the realm of the dead the other half of the world still marches on. One cannot exist without the other, and if something goes awfully wrong we're usually the ones who solve it." The servant sighed, looking off to the side for a brief moment at the city scape around them.
"Unfortunately this place doesn't seem to follow any of those rules. Not in any way I can understand just yet. So you and I are really in the dark. But at the same time I guess we do get a little bit more free time what we're usually used to."
@netherworldflower
It was beginning to feel like he was being followed. The heaviness of eyes on the back of his skull could not be ignored, and because of that, a quiet huff is exhaled through his nostrils. Someone trailing behind him almost always signaled trouble, and so Vicious begins to focus on his surroundings, the weight of his steps, and the sound of foot fall coming from behind him.
Whoever it was, the pattern of their movement did not sound like they were trying to keep a low profile, which meant the chance of him being followed on purpose was unlikely.
Vicious turns and looks over his shoulder with an unimpressed scowl on his face. Ah. It's just some woman. She did not give off the impression of someone looking for trouble, but that wasn't going to stir any warm reception out of a man like Vicious. He looked annoyed.
" You've been trailing behind me long enough to notice. "
If one had to ask the goddess why she was trailing the individual in the first place the servant really wouldn't have been able to give a good reason. There was just something about their entire existence that seemed to rub her the wrong way, and that was without focusing on their soul or everything surrounding their actual body.
Maybe Spirale just made her paranoid at this rate. It wouldn't be the most surprising thing here...
"N-Notice?" She tried not to play dumb on purpose but the goddess wasn't a great "poker face haver" in the first place. "I don't think I saw you do anything out of the ordinary. I'm just surprised someone is out this late that's all."
"I am the primal beast of death. Nothing lies beyond my grasp, because everything must die eventually... Eventually, everything ends, yet death is a cycle... What ends will begin again, eventually..." Death murmurs. With those words, she fades away, dissipating in a cloud of black fog while Nier winces.
"Her presence feels... a bit weaker," she says. "Maybe it's just my imagination, but..."
It's not particularly important right now, she decides. Instead, Nier looks as Ereshkigal presents the two bottles to her, tilting her head at the contents. While she has a decent knowledge of medicine, being forced to take care of herself in her illness, she knows that what she feels now is something wholly unknown. Without knowing exactly what is wrong, she can't find what the cure would be, and she can already feel the poison eating away at her again.
"I-I don't know either..." she says, clutching at her arms. "I'm not really familiar with medicines like these... I know these dosages can be sensitive, but that's about all I know."
Why are there two? Why are they so similar? Why haven't the Stars said anything about this? They don't usually hide their twisted experiments like this, so what in the world is going on?
Nier shakes her head at Ereshkigal's question. "No, she doesn't have abilities like that. She controls death, so she can kill things or bring them back to life, and that's it, more or less..."
She takes the two bottles, looking at both of them in turn. Without knowing which one is the right one, there's only one thing that comes to mind. Sighing, she uncaps the first one and raises it to her lips, draining it as quickly as she dares. The empty bottle tumbles from her hand, bouncing off the tiles as she coughs at the bitter flavor, and she opens the second as well. This one has an overwhelming menthol flavor, and Nier falls to her knees, her body wracked with a coughing fit.
Some blood flies from between her fingers, and she reaches out for Ereshkigal with her free hand.
"I-I don't know... B-but it hurts right now..." she whines. "It hurts..."
They usually were but she had hoped Nier didn't need to be the test dummy for what amounted to testing each and every liquid in hopes one was the antidote. Even the netherworld goddess would've done it herself had she been given a little bit more information to go off of. But then again she wasn't the one currently being poisoned. Had Eresh taken the right one Nier would still be suffering, perpetually dying while Death kept bringing her back. Or she too could've contracted something resulting in the two of them dealing with a mess of a situation together.
Not the most jovial fate out there but that really was the Spirale experience..
"I'll keep that in mind." More things that the Primal Beast and herself shared for better and for worse. But before she could even think more on the subject Nier downed both bottles, the second one violently reacting to the erune's body. Two more out the window and they were all in a worse position.
The Stars must've truly had it out for them this time around. What did anyone gain from this?
"I know it does." Ereshkigal said pulling the erune from the ground, picking her up to support in whatever way comfortable. "But if we don't try to do anything then you'll suffer even more. And I wouldn't wish that upon you no matter what Nier."
Sniffling into the back of her hand, Reier blinked clearness into her eyes to look up at the woman who joined her where she sat squatted on the ground. At her feet, a baby bird had fallen from an abandoned nest in the tree above their heads and now struggled for its life upon the ground. Unsure what to do, Reier's thoughts had roiled to a panic, but the birdcage in the other woman's hand encouraged steadiness into her heart.
"You brought that so quickly? Or maybe you already had it...? No, no, it doesn't matter." Shrugging off her cardigan, Reier gently wrapped the fabric around the chick, addressing her companion as she did so.
"I'm so glad you're here. For you to have that cage at a time like this... this chick is meant to live. Can you open it for me?"
@netherworldflower
"Well I have them for a bit of a different purpose then helping out birds..."
Still their idea to help the abandoned bird by putting them into one of Ereshkigal's many cages wasn't a bad idea. Considering there was no need to do any "soul harvesting" in Spirale the numerous cages of the goddess went largely unused. So better that then taking up more space then needed. At least the ones who lived iwth her would be somewhat thankful
"Still how bad does it look?" She knew the moment a bird fell from its nest their luck was practically right out the window. But they did have the two of them to help out "I'm not exactly the greatest when it comes to helping animals. But if you need any help I'd be more then happy to provide it."
❍ Castorice held herself back from reminding the woman that they were the only two under the shelter, so there wasn't really anyone else that she could have been speaking to. She hadn't known exactly what to expect when she asked that question. Aside from Polyxia, she had never met someone with such a strong relationship with death. Her life had been relatively lonely as a result.
"A-A goddess, you say?" And of the Netherworld. Not the Nether Realm? It likely served a similar function in a different world. This all sounded very familiar. She may have been a Chrysos Heir, but she had fulfilled the prophecy surrounding it, so now...
"My name is Castorice. I am a demigod that guides the souls of the deceased in the Nether Realm with the world of Amphoreus." Though she had only recently become a demigod, she'd always carried half of the Titan's power. "I suppose... we have been cut from a similar cloth."
"You are?" Honestly at this rate Ereshkigal felt she was just a magnet for individuals who had similar powers to her own. Which really wouldn't surprise her too much given her track record but she was hoping it'd slow down even somewhat for her own sanity.
"You can call me Ereshkigal Castorice. I've never heard of an Amphoreus before but if you are one and the same with me then you are in good company."
Or as good of company as the goddess could provide. Sometimes it was her that struggled with all of this compared to the one she should've been helping out...
"It's not an easy job to do something so monumental, especially without any thanks. But without it those souls would not be able to pass on. Though I'm sure you knew that at least...
@netherworldflower
❍ The scent of death. It wasn't really a "scent" in the traditional sense to Castorice, but because of her blessing she'd always been able to identify and communicate with not only with the deceased, but those that had visited the Nether Realm. She had to consider that the Nether Realm she knew did not exist in other worlds, but at the same time it was logical to assume that other worlds had something similar to it.
This young woman had that scent. Castorice mulled over the best way to broach the subject. After all, they were alone, both sharing a bus booth to wait out the rain. Cas was resting against the farthest wall of the booth though. If she didn't ask, then she'd likely regret it if she never saw her again.
"Do you have some sort of relationship with "death"?" Thanatos' chosen opted to ask it outright in the end. There wasn't really a delicate way to ask a question like that, was there?
"Huh? Y-You mean me?!"
Ereshkigal sadly knew that such a response was pretty stupid, given there was no one else underneath the bus booth beyond the two of them. Getting caught in the rain on a late afternoon was one thing but being late because one didn't read the schedule was another thing entirely. And now here she was, suffering for the consequences of her own actions.
...Or maybe not so much. The woman that greeted her with such a question had a reason behind it. After taking a second to compose herself she could sense a similar aura as her own. Death, albeit weakened just like herself.
"I'm a Goddess who presides over the souls in the Netherworld. Though of course my powers aren't exactly at the same level since arriving here." One day they'd all come back, but no time soon that much was for sure. "And you, well I can tell that you alone standing there are woven with death as well aren't you?"
"I wonder... Did they let this happen?" says Nier, her thoughts wandering. "Did they... do this on purpose? So many awful things have happened in this city, so... who's to say?"
"Hush, my beloved, save your strength..." murmurs Death. "It's as you say, poisons have cures. It is a shame we simply do not know much of medicine."
Nier has some knowledge, things she needed to know to take care of herself in her family's neglect. But poison is a separate thing altogether, something she knows almost nothing about. With hazy vision, she glances around the street, and her eyes land on a familiar word.
"Ah, th-there..." she says, raising a weak hand to point. "There's a pharmacy there, we can... We..."
It still doesn't hurt. Death has never hurt Nier, no matter how many times it has happened to her. Living hurts far more, and as she slips away, her last thought is how much easier it feels to breathe. Nier's arm falls, and her last breath rattles in her chest.
"My beloved? Nier? Ah... Oh no.... No, no, no..." Death's moan sounds through the empty street, and she clutches the girl's body in her arms as she weeps. But after a few minutes of emotional outpouring, the primal beast picks her head back up. "Well... I suppose it is a good thing that our abilities have had their restrictions lifted, no? As easy as it would be to be selfish... It would not do, not now..."
As Death speaks, a black fog rolls out from her billowing dress and envelops Nier's body. After a few moments, it pulls away, trailing gentle caresses down the girl's pale skin. And Nier's lungs fill with air, and she opens her eyes.
"Oh, Death... Did I... Did I die?" she asks.
Death nods. "Sadly, yes... But I have brought you back, my love... How do you feel?"
Nier rises to her feet out of Death's arms, but stumbles and presses a hand to her chest. "I think... I think I'm still poisoned... But I feel a little better right now, so I think I can manage for now..."
She takes a few steps towards the pharmacy before looking over at Ereshkigal. "I-I'm sorry, I hope I haven't worried you too much... Did you find anything?"
It was unfortunately pretty obvious that this was done intentionally. Between everything that led to this moment and the randomness of the "creatures" that roamed around the city Ereshkigal was pretty confident in her guess. And the last thing the goddess wanted was for more people to be involved, even if that had become practically impossible given how far the situation had escalated.
And the subsequent reaction towards Nier's sudden death almost drove her to a state of despair, even as the one who would've commanded the erune's soul into the afterlife. But the sudden recollection of her "primal beast" and their powers caused her eyes to relax, breathing a sigh of relief that her friend wasn't completely dead.
...One could argue that she did just die. But the resurrection should've been taken into account just as the events leading up to it.
"I-It's fine. I just didn't think I'd see what your powers actually were in person." Nor did she want to see it. Still there were pressing matters at hand as Ereshkigal held out two liquid containers of similar color.
"While everything else was trashed in here I found these. They don't smell or look bad by any means but I'm not too sure if they are actually the antidote or not. Nor can I really confirm if this is going to do more harm to your body or not."
It felt as if she wasn't pulling her own weight. But the only real "alchemist" she knew wasn't here at the moment. And without drinking it herself it seemed like it was going to stay that way.
"There's no way Death could do it for you can they?"
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SUPPLY RUSH
〜 For all of the wear and tear she'd experienced over the past almost two weeks now, Ishmael was happy to finally receive a modifier that wasn't bad. A restocking of food and supplies was welcome, but she had to share it with all of the other people who had gathered in the abandoned building she'd been using. There were at least ten of them now.
"Ereshkigal. Pick out what you want." She spoke up to the blonde woman that was hiding in the back. She wasn't particularly forward, so she likely would have waited to grab what was left over from the crates if she didn't call her over. "All the good stuff'll be gone otherwise."
"Shouldn't the others have a choice before I do?" Everyone out here was trying to survive sure but a servant didn't need nearly as much food or resources as everyone else did. Even if some of the things out there did look appealing to her, especially in regards to food.
"Do you need anything specifically Ishmael? I could hold a few things for you if you need. Or anyone else we we come across."
Having a big group might actually be a bad thing. Maybe she should've paid a little more attention to those movies everyone wanted her to watch...
P is for Poison
Nier is surprised that it doesn't hurt. She's never been poisoned before, but from what people say, she figures it would hurt. Instead, it reminds her of when she was starving to death in her family's dungeon, that slow feeling of wasting away. Like something's inside of her, taking small bites so that bit-by-bit, she'll pass away. She doesn't mind dying, but the waiting is painful.
"I wish... it were faster..." she mumbles, drawing her arms over her chest. "I don't like... waiting like this..."
Walking is too tiring, and so Death carries her, draped across the primal beast's arms like she's being brought to bed after a long night. They drift silently through the city streets, some section of Golden that isn't too overrun yet. Only their companion's footsteps sound in the tense silence, occasionally broken by Nier's tired words.
"Ereshkigal, did you find anything...?" she calls, her voice straining to carry more than a few feet away. "I don't know that much about poisons, but they... they usually have antidotes, don't they...?"
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"I haven't found anything yet. Ugh, how the hell can the stars just let something like this happen and not have a cure anywhere!"
Even if Ereshkigal knew that Nier's attitude towards dying was somewhat skewed that didn't stop the goddess from still looking for an antidote. Death wasn't anything one should've wished upon another, and a long drawn out one only made matters worse. And while she had a feeling her connection to would probably protect her from completely perishing an attempt had to be made.
"I'm not going to let you die alright? This place is still pretty clean of those glitched. There has to be something around here for you..."
