#〳✧ « tell a friend to tell a friend: SHE'S BACK!! » ( A THREAD. )

[duskroine]

tell a friend to tell a friend: SHE’S BACK!! — gold round, team 6

CHOSEN SECOND WATCHES THE MIMIC FALL as would a mortal to its unreliable god.  with disbelief etched into their very being.  they stare as though the mimic will rise once more from the ground, in a disfigured ascension of their features.  the arena ripples around them and they allow their eyes to close as the dream shifts.  tentatively awaiting whatever beasts are on the other side of the dream’s vision.

ophelia! heals +2 health with amaterasu and bond.   (   ophelia hp = 10 / 10   )

beneath their robes, burns caused by magic begin a quick process of healing.  sepia skin flushes with its normal tone and no longer does the after sparks of luce rise from their chest.  the weight of their former light soldiers leaves their shoulders, instead replaced by a physical pressure.  grey eyes open to the sight of a veil, dark and cross-stitched.  ophelia blinks slowly, raising a gloved hand to their face to test the veil’s fabric.  despite its darkness, they can still see through the thin material.  before them stands their companions—   all of them, thankfully.  relief leaves them as a small sigh at the sight of lloyd and julia back to their feet, no matter how exhausted they seem.

it is then, as ophelia walks forward with graceful steps, that they realize the depth of the magic within them.  the ability of warmth, not lightning.  gray eyes gaze down at their gloves, then back up to their companions.  healing is what they bear, the weight and responsibility of keeping those dearest to them alive rather than using their sacrifices as strength.  hands raise towards the team, a wide gesture that causes a glow to lighten their chest.

ophelia! rolls d20: 7! ‘fortify’ heals good, ( 2 base health + 2 white tomefaire ) +4 health.   (   andrei hp = 7 / 10 , julia hp = 9 / 10 , nyna hp = 10 / 10 , lloyd hp = 9 / 10   )

ophelia! heals +4 health with live to serve.   (   ophelia hp = 10 / 10   )

a channel of magic connects each companion to ophelia’s own well of health, filling all until the connection on their side falters.  it is all they can do, but despite the strange feeling, it is enough.   “   dusk will keep you all fighting,   ”   they declare with an odd gentleness,   “   no evil will drag us heroes down when we’re so close to the dream’s finale.   ”   but it is not a promise.  they cannot promise such a thing after seeing their companions and themselves fall victim to such darkness.  it is a hope, a wish, maybe.

the heroine looks upon the enemies, familiar already with the mechanics of its lunges and armor.   “   our weapons of eclipse and honor have struck such beings before with frightening strength.  what is it to deal the same damage once more!   ”   despite the trauma, they find their voice coming back to its dramatical pitch.  that is enough to quell their worries.

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