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| The end of another day has arrived. Not that it was necessarily long. The days went by fairly quickly to her, her experience of time making the days seem like she has had more true sunsets under her belt than she had. Most days she wasn't this sapped, this tired. Well, it isn't that she is tired exactly. It is that she is simply unable to continue without replenishing her aether, that connective fuel that keeps her tethered to this place and in the lives of her family. | The end of another day has arrived. Not that it was necessarily long. The days went by fairly quickly to her, her experience of time making the days seem like she has had more true sunsets under her belt than she had. Most days she wasn't this sapped, this tired. Well, it isn't that she is tired exactly. It is that she is simply unable to continue without replenishing her aether, that connective fuel that keeps her tethered to this place and in the lives of her family. | ||
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| She teleports there and quickly makes her way to the basement, a few researchers pouring over vials and tomes, another working out some kind of formula on a board. She smiles happily seeing them doing her work. Whatever that was. She keeps it out of her mind as she pulls herself into the alcove where the bed is hiding, moving to the back to set the appropriate settings and climbing inside. The lid closes over her, an ultra-violet light within making her light hair even more luminous as she arranges it around herself, curling into a little ball. Here, in this space, alone, she allows herself the comfort of an embrace - her own, laying on her side and crossing her arms, humming herself and her father a little tune as she soaks in the influx of aether that begins to flow into the confined space. | She teleports there and quickly makes her way to the basement, a few researchers pouring over vials and tomes, another working out some kind of formula on a board. She smiles happily seeing them doing her work. Whatever that was. She keeps it out of her mind as she pulls herself into the alcove where the bed is hiding, moving to the back to set the appropriate settings and climbing inside. The lid closes over her, an ultra-violet light within making her light hair even more luminous as she arranges it around herself, curling into a little ball. Here, in this space, alone, she allows herself the comfort of an embrace - her own, laying on her side and crossing her arms, humming herself and her father a little tune as she soaks in the influx of aether that begins to flow into the confined space. | ||
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| The peace does not last long. Novine would find herself standing on a battlefield full to brimming with armored corpses and beasts, a long Eligor standing in the middle of the carnage in what appeared to be the leftover scraps of his armor, a number of arrows lodged firmly in his exposed arm and shoulder. | The peace does not last long. Novine would find herself standing on a battlefield full to brimming with armored corpses and beasts, a long Eligor standing in the middle of the carnage in what appeared to be the leftover scraps of his armor, a number of arrows lodged firmly in his exposed arm and shoulder. | ||
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| She looks around, the transition as irritating and jarring as ever, her new least favorite activity. She looked for Ilia, Alia, Koro, other signs of a world that was not her own before she settled her gaze upon her father. As if trying to make sure he was really there, she held back her hope and walked calmly, stepping over corpses, her gaze fixed on him, wanting to get a closer look, her head tilted in that owl-like way. | She looks around, the transition as irritating and jarring as ever, her new least favorite activity. She looked for Ilia, Alia, Koro, other signs of a world that was not her own before she settled her gaze upon her father. As if trying to make sure he was really there, she held back her hope and walked calmly, stepping over corpses, her gaze fixed on him, wanting to get a closer look, her head tilted in that owl-like way. | ||
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| He turned in the space of a breath and slashed for her neck with bloodied claws, but found Novine quite incorporeal. He stared at her for a long time, his rage becoming more and more obvious as time passed, smoke puffing from his nose and mouth in a thick black stream but still being broken through by the glow from his eyes. | He turned in the space of a breath and slashed for her neck with bloodied claws, but found Novine quite incorporeal. He stared at her for a long time, his rage becoming more and more obvious as time passed, smoke puffing from his nose and mouth in a thick black stream but still being broken through by the glow from his eyes. | ||
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| "Now you dare even don the visage of my own children? Do you think this will be enough? Do you think you will stop me!?" | "Now you dare even don the visage of my own children? Do you think this will be enough? Do you think you will stop me!?" | ||
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| Novine staggers backward, even though it would certainly had been too slow and too late. She keeps her footing and reaches up to her beck just to make sure everything was in tact. | Novine staggers backward, even though it would certainly had been too slow and too late. She keeps her footing and reaches up to her beck just to make sure everything was in tact. | ||
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| He looks to her, clearly not believing. | He looks to her, clearly not believing. | ||
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| "It will not be enough. Bring the next wave. I'll kill as many as it takes." | "It will not be enough. Bring the next wave. I'll kill as many as it takes." | ||
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| *She sighs and then raises her hand and literally waves at him. | *She sighs and then raises her hand and literally waves at him. | ||
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| "That good enough? Look, I went through this kinda thing recently so I know I can't really prove it. You're making this reunion really shitty, you know." | "That good enough? Look, I went through this kinda thing recently so I know I can't really prove it. You're making this reunion really shitty, you know." | ||
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| "I do not care how you feel. If you are going to try at convincing me at least give me worthy information. Wearing her face will do nothing." | "I do not care how you feel. If you are going to try at convincing me at least give me worthy information. Wearing her face will do nothing." | ||
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| The many corpses surrounding him begin to rise one after another, a haze of purple aether crackling between them before they all charge at once like strange marionettes. He proceeds to tear through the horde with his claws, ripping off limbs and crushing the armored foes. | The many corpses surrounding him begin to rise one after another, a haze of purple aether crackling between them before they all charge at once like strange marionettes. He proceeds to tear through the horde with his claws, ripping off limbs and crushing the armored foes. | ||
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| Novine lets out an annnoyed ' | Novine lets out an annnoyed ' | ||
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| "Did you hear the song I wrote!?" | "Did you hear the song I wrote!?" | ||
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| Novine is not corporeal, her ice went through the armored horde like they were not there. | Novine is not corporeal, her ice went through the armored horde like they were not there. | ||
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| Novine gives up and just sits back down on the ground, knees drawn up, elbows on her knees, and chin in her hands. | Novine gives up and just sits back down on the ground, knees drawn up, elbows on her knees, and chin in her hands. | ||
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| "Well, it is. I miss you. So I talk to you all the time. Even if it's not real, do you like it, or am I annoying you?" | "Well, it is. I miss you. So I talk to you all the time. Even if it's not real, do you like it, or am I annoying you?" | ||
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| "Why do you want to talk to me? Don't you have work? Should be quite boring to bother with me now that I'm gone." | "Why do you want to talk to me? Don't you have work? Should be quite boring to bother with me now that I'm gone." | ||
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| "But you're not gone. You're here. Eitr always told me that it doesn' | "But you're not gone. You're here. Eitr always told me that it doesn' | ||
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| "He finished dispatching the revived horde and dropped to a knee, a new wound present on the left side of his neck beginning to weep.* | "He finished dispatching the revived horde and dropped to a knee, a new wound present on the left side of his neck beginning to weep.* | ||
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| She walks over to him and makes to sit next to him, not bothering to touch him. | She walks over to him and makes to sit next to him, not bothering to touch him. | ||
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| "Well, I wouldn' | "Well, I wouldn' | ||
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| "We will see." | "We will see." | ||
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| "How is everyone doing?" | "How is everyone doing?" | ||
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| "Good I think. I probably should ask people. Lami started hanging out with Pipino' | "Good I think. I probably should ask people. Lami started hanging out with Pipino' | ||
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| She says the last bit in a very proud tone. | She says the last bit in a very proud tone. | ||
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| "You can't make art very easily onna canvas that's already been painted on. They need a blank slate. So I wanna create a blank slate. Well send people out and destroy the things that are causing the most entropy, the most discord. Then once they' | "You can't make art very easily onna canvas that's already been painted on. They need a blank slate. So I wanna create a blank slate. Well send people out and destroy the things that are causing the most entropy, the most discord. Then once they' | ||
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| "Your approach places too much faith in people. But you will see for yourself. If that's what you want to do, then you should go do that instead of worrying over some old man." | "Your approach places too much faith in people. But you will see for yourself. If that's what you want to do, then you should go do that instead of worrying over some old man." | ||
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| The bodies begin to rise once again, but the world starts to fade, as if the connection was fading out. | The bodies begin to rise once again, but the world starts to fade, as if the connection was fading out. | ||
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| Novine looks around at the fading world and panics a bit, but manages to blurt out a response. " | Novine looks around at the fading world and panics a bit, but manages to blurt out a response. " | ||
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| He doesn’t respond. The world fades away completely until suddenly Novine would find herself staring at the lid of her treatment bed again. | He doesn’t respond. The world fades away completely until suddenly Novine would find herself staring at the lid of her treatment bed again. | ||
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| Novine lets out a little sad sort of whimper as she turns to her side again, resuming that balled up position, hugging herself again. | Novine lets out a little sad sort of whimper as she turns to her side again, resuming that balled up position, hugging herself again. | ||