#ari open

[childrenofestheim]

“Has anyone seen a certain orange haired soldier around here? I think he’s hiding from me...”

[childrenofestheim]

The Third

The fabrication had awoken in Valhalla shortly after her “Birth”. No words were exchanged between her and the Goddess, but as she blinked and came to Arianna sat in silence as she recalled all the memories and information that had been implanted in her mind.

“So I guess I’m the third then...”

The first had been a disaster; rebellious, psychotic, and her mental state pretty much deteriorated through out her short life span. The second had been improved by far, showing signs of mischievousness and a bit of mayhem, but took her job seriously. 

Some memories were a bit fuzzy, but she could recall quite a few things from both of them. Yet it all still seemed foreign to her, not quite her own. Instead of going out into the human world, she stayed in the unseen realm to quietly ponder it all.   

[childrenofestheim]

In Need of Assistance (Open)

“Damn Children of Etro…” The fabrication grumbled, in a foul mood considering they had actually caught and stabbed her. She had no choice but to play dead until they had all left, then she sat up and yanked the few throwing knives that they had gotten her with.

Each time she winced at the pain, waiting a few moments as the wound regenerated before yanking out another one. Unfortunately there was one stuck in her back that she couldn’t reach no matter how much she squirmed to try. The pain was one thing to deal with, but if she couldn’t yank it out then bleeding to death was quite the possibility…

“Damn it…”

Slowly getting to her feet she had no choice but to seek out some help, grabbing the first person she saw.

“Sorry to bother of you, but I need one tiny little favor~”

[ariramarkov-archived]

//OPEN

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