#₊˚ᗢ₊ BLESSED || isola rp

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Not Enough.

It's... cold. Without the Flamescion Core kindling her heart, she makes for easier prey to the precursing chills of a dying summer. With no sign of Mei, Bronya, or the others, the chill simply irritates a certain flavor of loneliness. The sort of loneliness one feels when they are far beyond the boundaries of what they might call home. Was this a dream? Or a nightmare, stripped of her friends and powers. Though feeling these questions in her heart, her cool composure certainly doesn't betray. Whatever the case may be, she's out in Fibonacci with hopes that the latter problem might at least be somewhat solved.

After all... a BB gun was a sick and sorry replacement for everything she had worked so hard to achieve. What was a BB gun going to do in the wake of a Honkai incursion? Or.. something worse? Sharp eyes give away the gravity of her search, silly little guns holstered at her hips. Surely there would be someone. Someone in a similar situation, similarly armed, similar -- there!

A seemingly unassuming young lady, bubblegum pink standing out even in the dazzling lights of Fibonacci. A unique armament of a make she's never seen before... familiar, but alien. More importantly: a firearm like her own.

"Hey you, ( @witchoftrinity ) with the pink hair." With casual care, the Valkyrie strides towards the stranger. "'Scuse me, got a moment?"

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Of course the stranger - who reeked of acute death - was afraid. When one is walking through the forests of Airaisal, one doesn't expect to run into Unholy. Feral beasts and the like, perhaps. Not such a hellish presence, whose horns and red eyes foreworn of something sinister. Still, Kiana can't help but feel at least a little offended. After all, this is her camp. As close to home as a hermit like her can make. Searing eyes linger on Haru, quizzically, and then find their way by to the intruder.

"Yeah, you are passing through. My camp." There's a sternness in her voice, born out of concern. There was a rather good reason she was separated so far from society on a daily basis. Somehow, it always manages to find her, though. At the very least, she doesn't feel a threat swelling within her at the moment... so, she affords the stranger some length of leniency. After all, if she was a young lady in need... it'd be unladylike to turn her away. She hasn't forgotten that much, at least. "You must be lost, or weird as hell. Where are you going that brings you out here?"

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Heart would have beat against her chest if she had it beating at least. She can't feel anything, but she is nervous. If there's one thing she'd like to avoid, it's fighting. She swallows thickly and Haru lands on the undead's shoulder, watching the unholy being in front of them.

"I-I'm just passing through." Hanabi manages to say through a rather timid voice. She even has her hands up to indicate she means no trouble.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 FANTASIA WAR ִ ࣪𖤐

"It was nice meeting you, but. . . you should go. Goodbye."

Unholy: Harkening back to the days when an evil influence festered inside of her, Kiana's kindness now mixes into a old fashioned cocktail of cravings. While this doesn't lead to an extreme change in her moral alignment, it certainly gives her a lot to internally contend with. Expect Kiana to be a bit more taciturn during the Fantasia War.

The Kingdom Of Airaisal: While most Unholy find themselves living in Yela Alora, Kiana has responded to this uneasy change by retreating into Airaisal's forests. She'll be difficult to search for, but it won't be uncommon to run into her cloaked and concealed self. She's aligned with the magical kingdom in hopes that their advances can help balance these unholy urges humming in her heart.

Fantasia War Form: Black horns coil tightly just above her temples, before jutting into the air like a crown. Sinister colors permeate her eyes now, blues and purples dominated and replaced by blood red speckled by anomalous orange. Subtle fangs protrude from what could be a beaming smile, and soft hands arm themselves with short claws. The ethereal alienness of her complexion remains, though... a purity of some form, divine despite the devilish details.

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Under the Weather

Green eyes, blonde hair. In some ways the stranger reminded her of the month of march, of four leaf clovers and sunflowers. Green stem, yellow petals. A pretty, pleasing visage... which made this request all the more embarrassing. First impressions were important to Kiana, but times were tough and her body was not behaving itself. She never knew a nose could run like this in the first place.

"Umb. Hey, sorry. @leybeth Do you habe a dissue or someding?"

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fantasia starter call (x/3)

looking for a taciturn but kind unholy in the wilds of airaisal? like this starter call and you too can meet kiana kaslana ( blender variant ).

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"Are you... trying to lecture me?" This of course is said with an improper mouth full of wild mushroom. It tastes disgusting, but she can't let the stranger take notice of how much she regrets her hastiness. ( Though it's plainly written on the difficulty she has with swallowing the plant. ) "You aren't my mother. Worry about yourself."

She says, shoveling another mushroom into her mouth out of spite. It's unclear whether the rumored medical effects of the mushrooms were taking action or not, but it certainly tastes like bitter medicine.

Jill has foraged for food plenty of times before, so she knows what it is like to be curious about what nature has to offer. And yet she can't stop the horror that forms on her expression as Kiana suddenly takes one of the mushrooms and eats it without any hesitation.

"You mustn't do that--!" She says, much like a mother would. "We don't know anything about these mushrooms. If they're attracting the wisps, it's possible that they're not safe for us to eat."

In this world, she doesn't have her usual items with her -- Meaning that if Kiana were to suddenly become sick, she would have to find one of the native NPCs to help. Jill frowns deeply, floating closer to the girl out of concern.

"Hopefully you don't become ill... Try not to eat any more of them, alright? If you're hungry, we can head back to town and return here afterwards."

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Yet again, the unlikely happens. Civilization finds a way to her. Not long after the strange stranger makes their presence known, she's requesting... donations? So much for isolation... but, if this person was in need...

"Donations? For what? And who?" And then she realizes... 'waiting for the sun to go down'. Having begun her life here in that kingdom... it's easy enough to pick up on what this person was requesting. The fact that she was asking so blatantly was evidence enough that she was something of an oddity... but at least, not a monster. Maybe she was like herself, a kind heart not befitting the form. She throws her own hood down, as something of... perhaps a show of solidarity.

"Oh... you... don't want that. You should keep moving."

So a long enthusiastic walk through the woods seemed to be in the plans for Architect. Not for any particular reason but seeing as she didn't want to get handpicked from some group of people wandering around in a public place a nice nature walk seemed to do the trick.

Of course she didn't expect others be out in the middle of scenic nowhere. Or well one singular person. Out here the only reason a normal person would come by is to try and get themselves into trouble. Anyone else that didn't fit under that bill was just as much of a freak as the next.

"Hey there! Not many people really come out to these woods you know." Which just made running up to the one sitting down off the beaten path even weirder. Not to mention the two of them being here with hoods up would make anyone suspicious.

"You wouldn't happen to be available for a quick donation right? Wandering around all afternoon getting me all tired. And waiting for the sun to go down is going to be way too long.

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"I was actually pretty curious about your weapon." She taps her own, holstered and snug against her thigh. "I sorta came here and all I got were these bb guns." And a scoff. "Can you believe that?"

Normal strolls tended to become something to pass the time when Mika needed a bit of "alone" time all to herself. While talking her mouth off to anyone could easily solve that issue sometimes people didn't want to listen to whatever the student had going on in her mind. It didn't really make much sense to Mika but to anyone who had held a conversation it wasn't surprising in the slightest.

So when someone came down the street approaching her directly rather than some bump into each others sides it was surprising to say the least. But giving them the time of day rather was going to be much more enjoyable then being alone...

"Do you need something?" With hair like that it was pretty hard to miss the person in particular. And that was coming from the one who wandered down streets with pink hair and wings on her back...

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As if the compliment carried weight the fire cracks a log in half, settling the pile of wood and letting rise a wave of embers to the sky. The tough and taciturn front she puts on to dissuade others from lingering breaks for a moment to give way to a tiny, flattered, and amused smile. A hand places itself upon one of her horns, self consciously.

"And you're a pretty honest girl, aren't you?" Not that she can say she's any better. On a normal day, under normal circumstances, Kiana's often the first to blurt out such truths. Letting a girl go by without telling her how pretty she is... it's a crime! But here, in this moment... it's better to turn inward. Just until things are... fixed, and that unnatural urge for cruelty goes away. "Thank you."

At the very least, she can afford genuine gratitude before sighing into the flames.

"The reason people stay away is because I want them to. For their sake." By nature, she isn't a vindictive, cruel person... but the blood, the influence, she's been there before. Something not her own, but something so deeply rooted within... something dangerous. The matter melts away the levity following Hanabi's compliment. "Some people hunt me for their war, or out of fear, but they all learn their lesson. Word spreads, for better or worse."

"In the end, these horns and this blood are trouble. Trouble for me..." Her red eyes reflect the flame, peering across to Hanabi from beneath brows. A look of warning, stern and unbiased. "...and for you."

Unspoken but the message is clear. This kind person (yes, even if she was closed off, she was still kind) was allowing for her to stay. She'd help. Hanabi gives a silent thank you and as she's about to sit, the lady's words stops Hanabi from sitting down.

"Y-Yes..." She's aware. Even here...So many were actually hunted. The war was....

Hanabi wasn't used to being in it. Seeing it in visions because of spirits was a whole different kind of experience after all.

Hanabi hovers for a bit before finally taking a seat respectfully in front of the other. She watches her curiously.

"Uhm...What you are, is that the reason why they stay away or...?" There's a pause and then,

"You're very pretty." THAT was supposed to be kept inside her own head. Even as an undead, Hanabi can feel some form of heat indicated embarrassment. Fuck.

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Relatively easy, yes. However, it wasn't the simplicity of the task itself that attracted her. When difficulty is considered, she was the sort of young lady who would always venture towards challenge. In this case though, there was something else that caught her attention: the contents of the request.

"A few, yeah." Fire, shredding them to pieces, upending the earth beneath them. Strenuous, and risky... especially the first. Especially if the fire comes from her.

As Jill ponders their options, the possibilities, and the consequences of each... Kiana seems to be taking a more direct and experimental approach. She's been circling around the mushrooms, kneeling and observing them closely. Stealthily smelling them for a whiff of something profane. And when she's decided that the rewards outweigh the risks --

-- wordlessly and without warning, she rips one morsel from the ground and carelessly tosses it into her mouth.

It's a relatively easy task, all things considered. Plucking out some pesky mushrooms to make some just as pesky wisps go away doesn't sound like it would be too difficult, only time consuming.

Jill looks thoughtfully at the dirt path before her, hand resting on her chin. At the moment there's no swarm, so she has time to think about the best way to do this.

"We need to fully discard the mushrooms," she muses aloud. "If we just uproot them and leave them somewhere else, then I worry the wisps will go there with them. The citizens will still get hurt in that case."

Perhaps they would have to quickly head back and acquire some sort of bag or crate to stuff them in. Or she could freeze them, long enough for someone with the proper experience to come take care of them without risk of being shocked. She shakes her head, looks to the young girl beside her.

"Do you have any ideas? The wisps will be back soon."

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