@floraltools / starter call.
💛 💜 ❤️ || there isn't much that she can do. danmaku are MOSTLY for show, flashy displays not unlike the fanning of peacock feathers or blinding like the burst of firecrackers. what use then is such DISPLAYS on inhuman foes? for in the end, they could not wage war like their flesh and blood counterparts. not much of a surprise then, that many are ROCKED to their cores, thrown into a loop — herself INCLUDED.
but, she'd not cower, not even with bits of concrete CLINGING in clumps to her hair, or a smudge of paint upon her chin. like a brute covered in chunks of gore and soaked in the blood of their victims. the comparison would be HILARIOUS if she didn't have cuts and bruises of her own. a plant-like monster of marble looms over her, the current DELIVERER of this pain and misery in her life. her hands grip a chisel in a tight, vice grip. there's a flicker of SHADOW beyond the hulking art piece, nerves running even higher. she EXHALES sharply through her nostrils.
❝some help would be APPRECIATED.❞