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    Trinity
    Trinity

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    Post by Trinity on 14th June 2019, 4:41 pm

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    Hosenka.

    It was such a lovely little town, so quaint and full of life. The peaceful city was well known as a hub of relaxation where many people, both natives of Fiore and those visiting from other countries, came to vacation. It was filled with shops large and small fill with beautiful but largely useless items. There were several restaurants with a large variety of cultural foods available, and lots of small coffee shops. And of course, what Hosenka was most well known for: its day spas.

    That was what Thana had come for today, but that didn’t stop her from taking her time getting there. She was in no real rush. Afterall, she was here to relax and enjoy herself, to see all of what this famous town had to offer. The stores didn’t exactly hold too much of interest for her, at least aside from one rather large adult store she found that had a number of fun looking gadgets.

    “Okay, seriously. What the hell would you even use that for?” Aeron asked. The other woman was utterly disgusted and embarrassed to be in this particular shop, and had been complaining about it since before they’d even walked in.

    Thana raised a brow at her and then gave her a sinister little grin. “I can think of at least seven different circumstances in which a cattle prod would come in handy, easily. Remember that time back in Seven when you got caught and your magic got severed? Oh! Or how about that time in the forest with that guy I killed? If I’d had this baby, I could have made his death so much worse if I stuck it--”

    “Aaaand just like that, I’m out.”

    Aeron shuddered visibly and walked out of the store, making Thana giggle. She was completely obvious to the fact that everyone in this corner of the room was staring at her like she had grown a third arm out of her head. Aeron didn’t actually exist. At least, not in a way that others could perceive. She was a hallucination in Thana’s mind, a very vivid one that could carry on long conversations and even retained all the memories of their time together over the years. But since no one else could see her except Thana, that meant that she was quite literally talking to no one, and it was drawing quite a bit of attention.

    “I’m getting it,” she decided cheerily to herself, throwing it in the basket with everything else she’d picked out. Thana made her purchases at the counter where the worker did his best to ring her up and get her out as quickly as possible. He didn’t make much eye contact, just dumped everything into a sack, took her money, and wished her a good day.

    Thana had no idea where Aeron had run off to, but she didn’t plan on waiting around for her. She’d show up eventually, like she always did. Instead, Thana decided to go ahead and make her way to the biggest, most popular spa in town. It was a large building set up on a picturesque hill that overlooked the city, making it easy to spot from almost anywhere in town and giving them an iconic look that surely made it onto plenty of postcards.

    Making her way up to the entrance, she paid her entrance fee and for a locker to store her earlier purchases in. After changing into a swimsuit, she went outside to see what all the place had to offer. There were saunas, mud baths, massage stations and pools. There was also a salon and a bar, as well as snack stations and a small deli that sold sandwiches and salads. “I can’t believe I’ve never thought to go to a spa before,” she told herself. This place was relaxing just being here..!

    She took her time to enjoy the place for what it had to offer. First was a manicure and pedicure, both received while she also had her head and shoulders massaged by a delicious looking man in khaki shorts and a white polo. From there, she relaxed in the sauna. After a quick rinse in an outdoor shower, she moved on to the mud bath and covered herself in the dark clay before laying down on a bench in the sun to relax a little.

    It was all quite lovely, but even after a few hours and testing nearly everything they had to offer, something just felt… off. Missing. She couldn’t think what it was, but surely it would come to her if she just gave it some time and thought. Thana went to the bar and ordered herself a martini before making her way over to a jacuzzi that had a small group of people lounging in it. She lowered herself into it and hummed softly in pleasure as the scalding water licked against her skin.

    “This is just lovely, isn’t it?”

    Thana opened her eyes to look at the woman sitting beside her. She was older by a couple decades, with slightly graying brunette hair that was pulled up in a bun to keep it out of the water. There was a soft smile on her face. She appeared to be there alone, and just looking to make casual conversation. Thana smiled back. “It’s not bad. Lacking… something. I can’t decide what though.”

    Taking a sip from her martini, Thana listened to the idle chatter of those in the jacuzzi. Most of it was talking about their jobs or their families, some of the local guilds. Eventually they started sharing some of the recent news in their different areas. Gossip was always so delightful to listen to. It was while one of them was going on about a recent attack in his city by dark wizards, however, that the gears fully started shifting in her head.

    “I just couldn’t believe it,” the man was saying, shaking his head. “Not just the Magic Council and the Rune Knights, but the entire city of Era was under attack. I don’t understand how a single dark guild could have accumulated so many members, and so much power. It took them days to pick up all the bodies off the street, weeks to fix the damage -- even with magic. The Knights lost almost half their force. I swear, the city still smells like blood…”

    The others clucked to themselves in sorrow and concern while Thana’s eyes lit up with revelation. “Ah, yes! That’s it…” She had finally put together what this spa had been missing. Looking to the man, she gave him a smile. “Thank you, sir. You’ve been so helpful!”

    He gave her a confused look. “Oh, uh.. You’re welcome I gue--”

    His voice cut off as a single, sharp claw pierced his throat, the monstrous finger stretching across the expanse of the small jacuzzi from Thana’s hand. The man choked heavily, his face blinking in absolute shock as he struggled to process what had just happened to him. There was a brief pause as everyone went through a split second of denial before the woman next to Thana shrieked in horror. Everyone in the jacuzzi made a mad scramble to try and get out, but the young woman withdrew her finger from the man’s esophagus and extended the rest of the fingers on her hand into sharp claws. The others were cut down before they could even make it fully out of the water, falling back in even as the first man struggled to try and breathe.

    It did not take long for the spa to become fully saturated with blood as it leaked out from the half dozen dead bodies floating in the jacuzzi around her. Nearby patrons that saw what happened screamed, and before long the entire spa was in a state of sheer panic. Men and women flooded from the building and into the city, practically trampling one another in the chaos as they made all haste to save their own skins. Among them were the workers, most of whom had decided that they did not get paid nearly enough to stick around for a murdering wizard. Unfortunately, one of them was not quite quick enough to get out of the area before catching Thana’s eye.

    “You.” He stopped dead and stared at her in fright. Thana gave him a sultry little smile and beckoned him with one of her long fingers to come closer. “Why don’t you come on in here and give a lady a nice foot massage?” The man gulped, obviously horrified at the idea of getting into what was literally a small pool of boiling blood and floating corpses. But a dangerous grin from the black haired beauty made him think twice about trying to run.

    Taking off his shoes, he slowly got into the jacuzzi. He had to resist the urge to hurl several times, particularly when he accidentally bumped one of the bodies. Thana lifted a long leg out of the crimson water, the limb red with watered down blood. He took it carefully and began to massage it, doing his best to keep her happy until help would hopefully arrive. Thana closed her eyes and moaned again, sinking a little deeper in the pool as she relaxed.

    Now it’s perfect.” She took a sip from her martini.

    Please forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.
    IVYLEAF33



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    Sivvy
    Sivvy

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    Post by Sivvy on 20th June 2019, 6:25 pm

    It'd already been a long day. 

    There'd been a disturbance in a small fishing village to the west of Hosenka. The report the guild received stated a dark mage had taken it over and was demanding tributes from the poor villagers under threat of having their home destroyed, so Sivvy had promptly set out to right the situation. The ship voyage to Cedar was as horrendous as always, making her sick and miserable until she could finally step food on dry, stable land. Dr. Raelin had been very displeased when he learned dragon slayer lacrimas bring on the obvious weakness of motion sickness, but he wasn't the one who had to experience it every time she had to travel. She recovered quickly, however, and continued on her solo mission by traveling through Cedar and Hosenka to aid the outlying village of Hookboot.

    Reports of what was happening in Hookboot were far from accurate. When she arrived, she found a fishing village with absolutely no one fishing. Abandoned boats bobbed sadly off of dilapidated piers. Not a soul was in sight on the outskirts. Houses and meager businesses were empty, even though it was prime daylight. Further in she started to see citizens, though they ignored her in their frenzied running around. Bodies lay in small heaps here and there amongst the rubble. Buildings were being cannibalized for their stone. Sivvy's brows creased in confusion. Why were they tearing down their own home and carting the bricks off? She followed one cart to the small center square, where quite the sight revealed itself. The town was being dismantled by its own sobbing people to make room and gain supplies for a larger structure. Villagers composed of wizards and non-wizards alike were all concentrated at the center of town, frantically building as a group of rough-talking mages ordered them around and berated them. They were making sport of the suffering of simple fishmen, even going so far as to do unspeakable things to the friends and family of those below while they watched, going so far as to kill one for entertainment right before her eyes. The scene became clear. It was no longer just one dark mage bullying poor people for jewel. It was a fledgling dark guild making a new headquarters at the expense of hundreds of innocent victims, seeking power while tramping any poor soul that got in the way. Worthless scoundrels that would do anything to get off.

    These newborn dark guild members weren't pushovers though. Sivvy rocketed herself with no amount of restraint right into the center of their guild-raising party, hitting hard and fast as usual. She was the extremely direct sort. Two fists with the force of oncoming trains hit without warning and snapped two of the members' necks, killing them instantly, but the remaining five would prove more difficult. Even though the union was new, they worked well together and didn't hesitate to use the townsfolk's safety against her when possible. Going at this many capable wizards alone was a struggle, draining her magical power quickly as she worked as efficiently as possible to minimize innocent loss of life. Their eventual downfall was honestly their willingness to sacrifice one another for a chance to either win or escape, but neither options were in their cards. Sivvy might just be one woman, but she was one extremely well-trained wizard with a tactical mind and zero qualms about striking the killing blow when opportunities arose. Their presumptions that all legal mages opted for non-lethal methods was a grave mistake to make. As their metal ridden bodies fell and took their last breaths, the rosy-haired clone could finally call this job done.

    Draining of magical power was far from the only thing she suffered. By the end of it her white, black, and red uniform had been ripped to shreds and bloodied. 7 might have left it this way to conserve energy since she could barely stand, but she considered how alarming it might seem to the victims. Not only that but Dies Irae mages aimed to be the strongest in Earthland so evil would tremble in their mere shadows. No matter what, she had to seem like this had been no challenge. As an ambassador, she was a symbol and a shining example for all to see, after all. Slowly her metallic threads repaired the outfit and served as bandages as well, returning her to a more presentable state. Nothing could be done about the various gashes and bruises, but the exterior damage was nothing. One difficult mage, in particular, had some sort of peculiar draining magic that sapped pretty much everything she had and given it to her enemies. She was glad that one was dead. As she turned to check on the people, she was met with uproarious applause and a few men more than willing to take care of their oppressors' bodies. Normally she tried to also do that task, but it seemed beyond her abilities at the moment. Sivvy simply wanted to escape and rest.

    "Thank you! How can we ever repay you?" a generic citizen asked the likewise generic post-saving question, to which the worn out Ambassador waved her hand. "Please, don't worry about it. This is just what members of Dies Irae do," she spoke, though perhaps her voice was even flatter than usual. She was simply so worn out that her normal stoicism was amplified despite her efforts to seem amicable and put the villagers at ease. "Just rest knowing they can't bother you anymore," sighed the woman, turning away from them all and forcing herself to rush out of town. The locals cocked a brow or two, but ultimately their lives were so improved, they wouldn't pay their escaping savior much mind. Not throwing a thank-you dinner for her would certainly help them feed themselves until they could get back on their feet.

    After a brief rest in a quiet field of wheat outside the town, the dragon slayer finally felt well enough to head back home. It was a long walk back to Cedar, but that meant she might be able to stop off in Hosenka on the way to indulge in her post-job victory ritual. Food. There was a sushi place there where she'd met her mentor and fellow Ambassador Johann. Despite not being sentimental type, she couldn't deny that she'd love to go there again. Maybe she'd even get a to-go bag for him. He'd probably love that. If once she got there and ate she didn't feel much better, she'd just stay the night at one of the lovely inns and make the journey to Cedar and then home tomorrow.

    As if this rough day hadn't been hard enough on her, once she neared the entrance to the tourist trap spa town, a stampede of toweled men and women in wet bathing suits came rushing at her. They were screaming in terror about a murderous wizard in their main spa, though the details were hazy. One thing was certain, the traumatized patrons were whipping the crowded streets into a panic. This wasn't good. 

    Never one to shy away from her duty, no matter how tired she was, Sivvy didn't even hesitate a second to alter her course from the sushi restaurant toward the spa on the hill. "Please! Calm down. I'll take care of this. Don't panic!" she tried to caution the tourists and locals alike on her way, urging them to get indoors and close up shop, but not to fall into dangerous hysteria. There was only one of her and she couldn't assure the villagers' safety and neutralize the threat at the same time. Without being able to call for help in a quick fashion, this was the best she could do. One more dark mage wouldn't be such a challenge after the seven she'd just killed. Perhaps she was overestimating her abilities, but how could she call herself and Ambassador of the order keeping, evil exterminating, innocent protecting guild Dies Irae if she walked on past this threat because she was drained?


    Sivvy managed to run up the hill with little issue, though her speed was greatly diminished. Even from several dozen meters away, her sensitive nose was picking up the thick scent of blood. She followed the smell inside and straight to the bloody jacuzzi. It was like a red fizzy drink with corpse ice cubes bobbing around. The only two among the living was a woman relaxing in the crimson waters with a drink, on the receiving end of a nearly catatonic employee giving a foot massage, waist deep in his former customers' blood. It was an odd sight to be sure, but there was no time to dwell on that. Without a second thought she lifted her arm and shot a spinning spike from her palm at the lounging woman while barking a "Get out of here now!" at the poor mentally scarred man. Other than him, the place was devoid of people she'd have to worry about in the ensuing fight.


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    Trinity
    Trinity

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    Post by Trinity on 26th June 2019, 9:43 am

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    Everything was quite lovely, now. The drink in her hand tasted divine, and the man kneading her feet seemed to be finding all the right places where she needed her muscles soothed. Thana purred softly to herself, either oblivious to or completely uncaring toward the man’s stressful state. “Mmm, you certainly have a way with your fingers, don’t you?” she asked without opening her eyes or shifting from her relaxed position. “Maybe when we’re done I’ll see if you can release some of my tension in other ways…”

    Her promise for an intimate time that the man surely was not going to want got interrupted by the arrival of a mage. Thana gasped, her ember colored eyes flying open in surprise as an iron spike embedded itself in her shoulder, practically pinning her to the concrete edge of the spa. At his savior’s insistence, the man rushed out of the bloody water and practically whimpered his thanks as he sprinted past her.

    The pain was sharp, intense. It had all but taken the breath right out of her, her body coursing with adrenaline as it fought to address the wound and the agony it was causing her. Thana reveled in it, taking only a second or two of initial shock to process what had just happened before she slipped back into her impish little grin and hummed with satisfaction. “Well, they say the line between pain and pleasure is a thin one,” she told the newcomer with a breathless giggle.

    Reaching up, she grabbed hold of the spike and yanked it out of her body. Once more she gasped in pain, her breath coming in shallow gasps for a moment before she could collect herself. Then, she relaxed in the jacuzzi once more, drink in one hand and bloodied spike in the other. Glancing Sivvy up and down slowly, she took stock of the woman while sipping her martini. The wound in her shoulder continued to drip, adding to the clouded water.

    “Sweetheart, you look like you’ve been trampled,” Thana commented, using the tip of the spike to gesture broadly at the gashes and bruises on Sivvy’s body. “Though how you managed to take all that damage and leave your clothes in tact is a nice trick. I should learn that one.”

    Smirking a bit at her, she shifted to make herself a little more comfortable. “Luckily, you’re at a spa now and it’s the perfect place to unwind. Why don’t you come on in and soak for a while? The water’s real nice.”

    Please forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.
    IVYLEAF33



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    Sivvy
    Sivvy

    Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Dragon Slayer- Character Application Approved!- Magic Application Approved!- Obtain A Lineage!- Summer Special Participant- Player 
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    Post by Sivvy on 19th July 2019, 3:13 am

    "Uhm.."

    Sivvy seemed somewhat stumped by her intended foe's reaction. She'd wounded her and taken her hostage away from her, yet the woman seemed largely unbothered and continued to lounge in the crimson waters smelling of iron and death as if nothing had changed the natural state of the spa at all. This wasn't the expected behavior of a homicidal criminal, yet all the evidence was here to prove she was. Still inexcusable, but very perplexing.

    Her enemy commented on her appearance. As much as she adored fashion when she was able, this was hardly the time. "I just came from saving a village nearby from some dark mages. My metal threads can always repair my clothes as long as I have magic power left," the young woman possibly over-explained, honest as ever. The clone always answered as truthfully as possible, for she never knew when the tiniest detail would make all the difference in the world. In the context of fighting evil solo, though, perhaps answering questions and making small talk wasn't the top priority. She was just so perplexed by the scene that she didn't think to brush off the comments.

    "No, I would not like to join you," the ambassador responded politely, though the lowered tone cast a darkened intent on her words. Confusing or no, she would not let this woman go. No matter how tired she was or how battered, it was her job and her duty to take down people like this and protect the innocent. "You've done something very bad here...you do realize this, right?" Sivvy asked with lowered brows, voice stern but inquisitive. Maybe this woman was mentally ill and didn't know what she was doing? That fell in that confounding gray area that kept 7 up at night worrying. The things she was doing were still very bad, but if she couldn't help it or if she didn't know, did that still sign her death warrant or did she just need saving and some help like the average citizen? Honestly, her mind was too weary to logic it out beyond a certain point. The dragon slayer was just too beat. Most of her energy was used up and just that small preemptive attack made her arms feel a bit heavier. "Ma'am, you need to get out of the tub and come with me. You've murdered people here, you know that right? That's...not good. I need to take you in to face consequences," Sivvy informed her, remaining steadfast at the edge of the tub. Despite how tired she was, her hands were at the ready to either attack or defend, depending on the answer this strange woman gave her.


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    Trinity
    Trinity

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    Spa Day Empty Re: Spa Day

    Post by Trinity on 30th July 2019, 3:59 pm

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    The pink haired do gooder insisted that she was not interested in joining Thana in the jacuzzi, which was about what the psychopath expected. As Sivvy went on to attempt to explain the gravity of what had taken place here, Thana merely watched her, keeping her amber gaze on the other woman while gently using the tip of the spike she’d pulled from her body to idly stir the bloodied waters around her.

    “Face the consequences?” she asked after Sivvy finished speaking. A thin brow raised curiously toward her forehead, her expression dancing with morbid curiosity. “Now, that does sound… enticing. Truth be told, this place was starting to bore me anyway, which was why I decided to spice things up a bit. Perhaps I’ll go with you. You seem to care. It’s endearing.”

    For a moment, it did seem as though Thana was going to consider coming quietly. She even glanced around at the bodies floating around her with a lamented sigh, like she was resigning herself to her fate. When she looked back up at Sivvy, however, everything changed.Thana locked her eyes on the other woman’s, channeling a bit of her magic through them. If Sivvy wasn’t able to look away in time, she would quickly find herself feeling as though her gaze was glued to Thana’s.

    It would feel like a nightmare, but ten times more intense as a sudden sense of paralysis would wash down the legal mage’s body from head to toe. She would be fully conscious with nothing actually physically restraining her, but as much as she would try it would feel as though her body simply refused to move if she wanted it to, not even to lift a finger or open her mouth to scream. A palpable fear would drip its way down her spine almost out of nowhere, and from the corners of her eyes dark, menacing shadows seemed to loom and flicker around her. They ebbed with a horrific demonic aura, and though they said nothing Sivvy would know they were there for one purpose: to possess her. To take control of her body and use her for their hellish designs, to torture her endlessly without care or remorse.

    “I’m just kidding. As delightful as your promise of consequences sounds, I think I’d rather just play with you here and now, instead.”

    Thana stood to her feet in the spa, the clouded waters still high enough to obscure her body from the waist down. As she walked slowly toward the steps that led out of the jacuzzi, her flesh turned a dark greenish-grey color and her eyes turned red. At first it would seem like she had just altered the color of her skin, but as she emerged from the blood a more horrific sight would greet the pink haired mage: It was not a human leg that emerged from the depths, but a thin, pointed limb like one would find on an insect. Indeed, Thana’s entire lower half had taken on the wide, swollen form of a spider. It was pure black with a full eight legs that gracefully and menacingly clawed their way out of the pool.

    “And just to give you a fair warning… I like to break my toys.”
    Please forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.
    IVYLEAF33



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    Sivvy
    Sivvy

    Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Dragon Slayer- Character Application Approved!- Magic Application Approved!- Obtain A Lineage!- Summer Special Participant- Player 
    Lineage : Seal of Balance
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    Guild : Dies Irae - Co-GM
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    Experience : 1,007,997
    Brownie Points : Literally one

    Character Sheet
    First Magic: Dreamscape Iron Dragon Slayer
    Second Magic: Fable Requip
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    Spa Day Empty Re: Spa Day

    Post by Sivvy on 8th August 2019, 8:20 pm

    As sad as it was for someone of her caliber, Sivvy still had a rather glaring flaw; she was terribly gullible. Being somewhat unable to read people who were even remotely skilled in deception, the clone really thought this woman intended to come with her that easily. She even let out a small sigh of relief, as she was very tired and the thought of not having to fight after all was a weight off her shoulders. A hand slipped into her bag and rustled around for some handcuffs. In her line of work, cuffs weren't used too often, since unless otherwise instructed the dark mages were to die, not be captured. But this woman seemed somewhat repentant now, so perhaps she could be one of the rare ones to be rehabilitated. "Yes, if you come with me I'll take you back to headquarters and we can go from there," the ambassador stated, her brain mulling over what could be done. DI didn't have much in the ways of rehab, but maybe the Rune Knights did? They had a jail, maybe they had programs. She saw no harm in handing her over to Fiore's authorities.

    Once she found the cuffs she glanced up to meet her potential prisoner's eyes, and that was it. The magic took hold immediately and she couldn't look away, even though every instinct in her told her to do so. Was she really so exhausted that she made the mistake of not sensing this woman using a spell? It seemed clear now, but it was too little too late. Her body was frozen there, clutching a pair of restraints that were never meant to be used. While alarming, Sivvy seemed unfazed at the start. A simple immobilization spell was annoying, but if she could muster enough magical power within herself for a burst, she could free herself. The rose-haired girl's supplies of magic were pretty spent, though, so it took longer than it should have, and before she could actually do it, the fear set in. Even though not a muscle in her body could move, the unmistakable shift in her pupil size was enough to make it clear she had fallen victim.

    Gullibility was far from the clone's only flaw. It was merely the one that was displayed most often in the presence of others. Another more powerful flaw was one that normally only manifested at night when her body demanded sleep. Ever since she gained the first moments of consciousness upon being released from her incubation tube, fear plagued her world. The fear of everything being new and unfamiliar, being suddenly self-aware in a cold and confusing environment. Dr. Raelin robbed each clone of their infancy and childhood, stole away the years that taught a human how to deal with imagination and dreams and the nonsensical aspects of life. While she'd grown to banish most fears in her daily waking life, 7 could never justify the hallucinations during sleep. The images there turned what would be nice but odd dreams for the average person into abject nightmares. As a being raised on practicality, logic, and reasoning, made up images that defied all laws of nature were horrifying. They made her scream and quake when she was forced to sleep.

    Perhaps she was even more susceptible to this magic now because of how tired she was from the mission directly prior to this. The woman had already been trying to prepare her mind for the nightmares awaiting her when she returned and inevitably fell into slumber. It was a powerful dread she knew she couldn't avoid forever. It was a necessary evil. Even taking this job was a risk, since she'd been up for three days straight already. But as intelligent as Sivvy was, she wasn't above making this mistake over and over again because it'd yet to truly have any negative repercussions. This time it would cost her. Time would only show her how dearly.

    Demonic shadows loomed up around her, their threats unspoken but even more ominous for their silence. What were they really? Shadows weren't normally tangible without magic, but she knew these shadows were just as deadly as she was. It didn't make sense, but the clone just knew they wanted to crawl inside her and take everything from her. They were gonna torture her in an unrelenting cycle of pain and humiliation! They were gonna press their spiraling tendrils into her neck where laboratory tubes once were, but instead of chemicals and nutrients to keep her alive, they would pump their miasma into her arteries and slowly destroy her cells one by one. Another would suck her inside and she'd feel like she was falling for eternity, while another detached and reattached her limbs at random. They'd wring her out like a wet cloth and snip her into pieces for patches! These things were as certain as the icy chill of fright dripping down her spine and no matter how much reason she used, she couldn't tell herself any different. In light of all of this, Sivvy wanted to scream. She needed to. The pressure in her chest was painful and desperate as if the only way she'd survive it would be to shriek unendingly, but she couldn't. Just like all the nightmares, her voice was locked up inside her. Her body didn't work. Nothing functioned except her senses and breathing. Her mind couldn't handle the terror gripping her, only worsened by her new body prison. Nothing could be done to escape it. This enemy never had any intentions of giving up and going quietly. The failure to realize that coupled with the worst fear she'd ever felt was a level of trauma 7 had no precedent for. A lot of truly terrible things had happened to her in her short living years, but nothing brought this level of panic to her eyes. Before she knew it, her breaths were coming in quick and shallow gasps and she considered that one of the demonic shadows had replaced her human heart with one from a terrified rabbit. Would she die of fright like a rabbit, as well?

    As her foe finally emerged the rest of the way from the mottled water, as nightmarish as the half-spider woman looked, it was a very small relief to see something in the real world that grounded her and even distracted her at a small level. 7 had the thought to not show weakness in the face of this threat. Perhaps with her body unresponsive, she appeared unbothered? A nice thought, but surely her gasps for air and her eyes of prey were unmaskable. It was a foolish thing to consider. The darkness looming at the corners of her eyes now weren't demons summoned to torment her forever, but rather her body's attempt to shut her down to preserve her. Even still, with much effort, she managed a glare at the predator before her, doing her best to communicate that she'd not go easy into whatever broken-toy fate she might have now.


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    Post by Trinity on 3rd September 2019, 3:37 pm

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    I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
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    The spell was quite effective again this woman, who seized up almost immediately in fright and paralysis. It seemed she was especially susceptible to the terror inducing state that Thana’s magic often fostered. How curious.

    In fact, she found herself very interested in this woman with her pretty pink hair and her defiant eyes that even now fought to stand against her despite her predicament. She was scared, yes, but she was also a fighter. “What do you think, Darius?” she asked out loud as she looked the woman up and down. Delicate fingers reached up to idly stroke the sides of a purple gem that hung from her neck. “This one must have some delightful secrets she is keeping, wouldn’t you say?”

    I do sense an intense amount of emotion from her. Like with Aeron, this was a voice that only Thana could hear. However, unlike her brunette counterpart, the soul that was trapped inside the amulet was quite real. The disembodied archmage continued to communicate with the stone’s bearer even as he reached out with his magic to delve into the ambassador’s memories. Though Sivvy would not feel as though anyone were invading her mind, the actions of it would become more than clear as she overheard the seemingly one sided conversation that Thana was having with herself.

    “So much anxiety,” the dark mage crooned softly. “You poor thing. You really should make some time for yourself to relax, all this stress isn’t good for your immune system.”

    Oh… now that’s interesting…

    “Oh? What did you see?”

    This woman’s life is the result of genetic experimentation. She is one copy of many.

    Thana raised an eyebrow. “You’re saying she’s a clone of someone?”

    Indeed. There is much trauma in her past regarding it.

    He transferred images of the memories he was seeing to Thana. The dark mage closed her eyes and breathed in like she was taking a refreshing breath of air as some of Sivvy’s more difficult memories flashed through her mind’s eye. “Mmm… yes, I see what you mean.” Thana opened her eyes again to consider the woman, leaning close enough to get a good look at her. One of her long spider legs reached up to gently brush the other woman on the cheek. “She is rife with so many delicious nightmares. It’s almost like we were destined to meet one another.”

    All the horrific images that had flitted into her head was starting to get her a bit worked up. She’d never met someone with this much pain in her life, so much that they were hiding and running from. Anything that didn’t have some kind of logical explanation was sure to terrify this woman, and that made Thana long to see exactly how crazed she could make her.

    “That is, of course, if any of this is even real.” Thana’s sugary sweet voice was almost a whisper as she spoke to Sivvy. Suddenly the world around Iris would seem to bend and blur, becoming hazy like one often felt when they were dreaming. Unless she found the stamina to overcome it, an intense sense of vertigo would wash over the ambassador, leaving her feeling a bit dizzy and confused. “Can you be certain that you’re even awake right now? Maybe you don’t even want to be awake. Maybe the truth is far more terrifying than the nonsensical experiences cooked up by your brain.”

    She leaned in real close, her lips practically on Sivvy's ear as she softly told her, “After all, if this is a dream, then eventually you might just wake up back in that lab, decommissioned with the rest of your sisters… stuck in stasis, in a never ending state of delirium and inability to serve and perform…”

    “But at least in this little world of yours, your life might have some meaning to it, however fleeting and inconsequential...”
    Please forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.
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    Post by Sivvy on 8th September 2019, 12:08 am


    While she struggled to remain defiant, her mind raced. This woman was talking to someone. An ally? The escaping citizens hadn't mentioned more than one attacker, but terrorized victims often got even big details wrong. It was funny how the mind worked. Even if Sivvy didn't know the depths of which her mind differed from the average person, she did know even hers was atypical. She didn't react how others expected. There had to be a reason a lot of people in the past had called her a robot, and why even to this day it seemed she had to fight to have even the semblance of the natural humanity those around her enjoyed.

    Her eyes darted enough to check for another person, but there wasn't any she could see or smell. Yet, clearly, this woman was talking to someone. At first, she chalked it up to psychosis...until she started saying targeted things. The anxiety Sivvy could rationalize. Of course, she could say that. No amount of defiant glares could truly mask the terror she felt and the clone knew that. Was this some sort of con, like the fake psychics she'd read about? She was about to decide it so until the next set of words came. Her heart missed a beat and her eyes widened.

    How could she know she was a clone? The guild master had never met this woman in her life. She'd remember if she had. Friends were a recent development for her, and even of those few, she couldn't recall telling any of them much beyond her sterile laboratory upbringing. It wasn't that she was keeping a secret, just more that it hadn't come up exactly. Inferences could be made since her designation was 7 and she'd mentioned her sisters 1 through 6 before, but had she ever explicitly informed anyone that she and her siblings, even those other than 1 through 6, were copies of one woman?

    Strangely, the slayer didn't flinch as a spidery appendage touched her, nor had she flinched this entire time. Her body stood like stone, paralyzed, but that wasn't why her body didn't try to react. She suspected this spider woman knew exactly why she stood fast. Was this true psychic ability? She wasn't sure, but she now also knew of the nightmares, which she agreed was quite the unfortunate match-up. The one spell she'd been caught in was most likely nightmare based, and if the rest were as well and mixed with mind-based magic...well, Sivvy knew her weaknesses very well. This was a bad situation, one that could have been avoided if she'd called for reinforcements and not assumed she could handle it in her exhausted state. Had she unintentionally fallen victim to overestimation and reap the consequences? It seemed a foolish mistake indeed. One that she could already tell would cost her. How great would the cost be?

    The hint of surprise in her strained features returned to a purely defiant one, one dead set on surviving this encounter if not managing to come out on top in the end. It didn't matter what this woman knew of her past. Sivvy was always running forward. She just had to remember her training and Dr. Raelin's words, as well as Johann's mentorship.

    Psyching up as much as she wanted wouldn't protect her from what was coming. Trinity had found the exact button to push and jammed it so hard it broke, right out of the gate. When things didn't make sense, Sivvy constantly asked herself if she was still awake, or if the whole situation was a dream. A nightmare. Was all of this a dream? Had she passed out while she rested from saving the fishing town? Normally thinking such things would provide a boon to someone in this much distress, but this only heightened the scientific copy's.

    "N-No," she stuttered, a rare thing for the polished girl to do. Despite her dispute, her pulse and breathing quickened some more, partly from increasing fear and partly because the vertigo was making her sick. As a slayer, she was already prone to motion sickness. "...All of this...t-this is real....t-they're real.." she groaned, closing her eyes. The trippy feeling along with the dreamy quality of things her eyes could see wasn't helping her refusals, but she couldn't think of Amalie, Johann, and her guildmates as fiction her mind made up. They possessed qualities she didn't understand and were vibrant people glowing with humanity she couldn't fathom. Qualities she wanted to learn and emulate. Artemis...he couldn't be a fabrication. "Stop it!"

    Even worse, Sivvy had no concrete, logical proof to dispute her attacker's claims. For all their tangibility and complexity, had she produced this charade to save her sanity from blowing to bits? Had her very worst fear already happened? Was there a reality she was hiding from that was worse than this? Had she been decommissioned, and this was the neverending hell she'd endure for...for how long? Forever? How long was forever? Had she already failed all her directives and purposes, becoming a useless pile of flesh switched off to use for parts and research, but her consciousness left active in one last act of Dr. Raelin's cruelty? What was real and what wasn't? How would she ever know? How would she ever know?!

    There was no way she could ever know. Somehow that produced an abject terror she couldn't quell, and that's when she started screaming. Screaming, pulsing some of the last of her energy through her body, thrashing to break her body free, and swinging at the woman tormenting her.




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    Post by Trinity on 19th October 2019, 5:17 pm

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    I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

    The torment was sweet, like nectar to Thana’s lips. The widening of the woman’s eyes, the stiffening of her body as Sivvy realized that her torturer knew much more about her than she had any right to know. Thana’s prey was so petrified that she couldn’t even move when caressed by the delicate and fearsome legs of her takeover form.

    The experience was only heightened when she had, apparently, found the exact right angle to play to make the other woman go crazy. Oh, how Sivvy protested Thana’s lies about the state of the clone’s consciousness, but the psychopath was far too cunning for the woman, it seemed. A touch of her magic to make the world feel hazy, a whisper in her ear about her worst nightmares, and before Thana even had time to fully prepare herself her target was screeching in terror before her.

    Sivvy flailed, lashing out at Thana in any way that she could in a desperate attempt to free herself and convince herself she wasn’t dreaming. Her magic pulsed from her body on instinct, a final but efficient display of power that pushed Thana back. She had to cover her face to keep it from being injured by the wave, and if she hadn’t been in a form that had eight legs she might very well have been pushed back onto her ass. Balance was hardly an issue in her Dryder body, however.

    Thana giggled a little to herself and wandered back over to Sivvy with a passionate hunger in her eyes. The screaming was an aphrodisiac to the sadistic woman, who soaked in it much like she’d been soaking in a pool of blood not so long ago. Her body ached from the pressure that Sivvy’s carnal magic was putting on it, but all it did was spur Thana further into psychosis.

    Standing on her hind legs, she pointed the underside of her belly at Sivvy and loosed a stream of webbing from her spinnerette. There wasn’t a roof above them to string her up by, but there were plenty of beautiful trees with limbs at the perfect height for what she needed. Thana caught each of Sivvy’s arms and used the sticky substance to shackle her with her arms spread apart, lifted off the ground with her feet dangling. “Mmm, you just have the most delicious screams,” she cooed softly. “I wonder what else about you is delicious…

    At this point, it was a toss up as to what she meant by that. Was she threatening to eat her like a spider? Was she suggesting harassing her in other, more humiliating ways?

    Tell me more, Darius. Show me more. Thana spoke through her mind, this time, not wanting to destroy the delicate state of insanity that she’d put her new victim in. She wanted nothing more than to break the woman wholly and completely.

    I don’t even know where to begin, the disembodied voice confessed from its crystalline home. She has so much packed up inside of her. Honestly I’m surprised she’s not as mad as you are.

    She grinned. No one is as mad as I am, my dear.

    Yes, I’m starting to understand that. Oh, here’s something you might be able to work with… He flooded Thana’s mind with images, and with one face in particular. Memories of Sivvy’s earlier times flashed before the dark mage’s eyes. She heard and saw more than enough to work with, and she was more than excited to see what she could do with it.

    The nightmarish illusions bent around them, taking on a more specific look based on the memories Darius had stolen. The world shifted and twisted until it looked very much like the lab that Sivvy had been created in. Everything was still a bit hazy, but the location was undeniable. Thana had even gone so far as to try to trick Sivvy’s mind into thinking that the clone was strapped to a lab gurney rather than being strung up on a tree.

    As the change settled in, Thana once more walked a circuit around Sivvy, temporarily gone from view. As she did, she morphed into a new form. This time, when she stood before Sivvy again she would appear to be a younger to middle aged man with dark hair and dark eyes, wearing a long white lab coat. She gazed upon Sivvy through Dr. Raelin’s eyes, his gaze cold, stern, and unimpressed. When she spoke, Thana would sound just like him.

    “Number Seven! Be quiet, this instant!” she barked in an unfeeling tone from one who expected to be obeyed. “How do you expect me to get my work done with your constant screeching?” Thana groaned in her deep, male voice, rubbing her temples like she was getting a headache. “The least the Council could have done was let me put you down when they decided you weren’t worth their time or money.”
    Please forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.
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