#deathreversed

[netherworldflower]

"It was pretty faint but I did sense them when you wandered on by."

Sure she could understand the intention of trying to be nice. The flowers the two of them did pick out together did look as lovely as ever. But the servant had a gut feeling that wasn't the real reason. And once she finally got it down pat Ereshkigal understood a little bit why the young girl was practically glued to the servant.

"Its the feeling of death isn't it? Not exactly the same as mine, but your entire body is practically cradled in it." It was something else that much was for sure. If the girl wasn't blinking she would've mistaken them for a reanimated corpse. Though she didn't really know what she could want from her either then.

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[learnspells]

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ʚїɞ - "It's very jarring to just suddenly wake up and have a new life pushed upon you. I know things I didn't know before, and I can even fight differently." It wasn't like Fern to express her grievances to others at all, but it was like the Fern of Remnant to do so. Being aware of what had changed didn't mean she could deter the effect, it seemed...

"But what do you think, Nier? Do cat ears suit me?" That wasn't a question she ever thought she'd be asking someone. She definitely wouldn't have asked it to a man after how Stark reacted to that headband back in her home world. ...Her original home world?

[ellysiland]

it was a little strange to visit savior's respite during the night. the day, it was almost as though the cliff was glowing, blooming with colors. but at night?? with the moon just barely seen behind the clouds?? L.L. had to admit, it was unnerving. still lovely in its own right but … unnerving. still, people rarely visited the respite at night, for fear of being unable to see beneath their feet and falling off the cliff but the sinner needed a place to think.

unfortunately ⁽ or perhaps not ⁾ , she was not alone in this, for @deathreversed could be seen ahead of her. ❝ oh!! sorry, i didn't realize this place was occupied. ❞

[witchoftrinity]

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"Her existence being so intertwined with Death is still a mystery to me. And while I don't know why she goes to such extremes one look at Nier makes it clear as day. She desires companionship and acceptance more then anything else in the world. It's just not that many people are willing to give her that or anything more..."

"...Personal feelings aside I still want to see her happy, regardless of who she ends up with. But...not at the cost of someone else's happiness."

[corporatevalue]

When you think of the word charitable, surely enough, Jay - someone who speaks constantly about maximizing profit - will be the last one that'll come to mind. Those in partner- and enemy organizations alike know her to be ruthless and disciplined, just like a true member of the Port Mafia should be. While that perspective of her is accurate, it's not the full story.

That story is reserved for those within the Mafia. A ruthless lady who has zero tolerance for disobedience, yes, but one that is exceptionally loyal to anyone who finds themselves on the same side as her. While she'll never explicitly say as much, the organization - in particular her unit she's gone through thick and thin with - is family to her. She may fail in helping with concerns regarding emotional needs, and doesn't open up much about her own, but — she's sure to express her appreciation through actions of aid, even when the risks involved are high.

Now living in Spirale, she's still there for her subordinates if they need her, and counts on them for the same vice-versa, yes, but ultimately she now mostly just lives for herself as she waits, as there's no trace of the organization she's been loyal to within Spirale. That could change over night if she should return back home or if the executives founded the Port Mafia in this world, too, sure, but for now— she gets by as a finance manager.

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That isn't to say she's now entirely uninvolved with the trade of sketchier products, though. In fact, it's why she's been traversing within the ground level of Fibonacci; a meet-up involving a deal that has already proven successful, and all that was now left for the day was for her to return home. At the very least, that was the intent.

As she turned a corner, the following sight— it was difficult for her to discern what exactly she is witnessing. It seemed to be a robot of some kind, writhing on the ground as all kinds of… error messages lit up in neon red, but that didn't match up with its batlike wings, that very much weren't metallic like the rest of its body. Was it in pain? In danger? Its surroundings were damaged; was it ambushed, or was it the robot's doing? With the only light source being the red LED, she couldn't tell whether it was some substance like oil that ornamented its surroundings, or plain blood.

Street smarts dictate to get out immediately, and if not, to at least pull out a weapon in preparation. Jay didn't do either. The robot wasn't someone she knows, let alone someone she'd care to help, and yet, she felt something tugging at her. There's no way in hell that thing has anything to do with her homeworld or the Port Mafia, and yet. and yet. Call it intuition, call it a hunch. Whatever the case, Jay couldn't brush off the feeling that it's related to that strange memory that has been plaguing her; the memory with all the wires and skyscrapers just like this sight.

It's not like her to ignore a possible lead.

"Are you okay? Have you been ambushed?" she'd attempt to communicate, checking whether it is responsive, as she hurries to the robot to kneel down next to it. Squinting, she could pick up at least one of the alerts warning about high temperature, and so she'd open her briefcase in a hurry to find something that may help to combat that issue. All she found was a bottle, which, perhaps - by dampening cloth - could help to cool down its metallic surface, but when she opened the bottle, all she received was the stench of disappointment. It was Oil. Why - pray tell - did she carry a bottle of MOTOR OIL with her??

Wait, no. That might be good. It's a robot, after all.

"Here-" she'd hold out the bottle to the robot while a drop of sweat would run down her neck. "It's Oil."

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[skyfarering]

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she was a lonely person, but someone who can get used to the bustling of the grandcypher, even if she was a little introverted. nier was someone gran tried to get acclimated to the crew.

but despite all of this, nier was someone gran cared deeply for. he wouldn't anything to happen bad to happen to nier, even if she could defend herself. spirale is a wonderful place to make friends and that's the one thing that was on his mind, did she make any friends?

he takes a deep breath and walks up to the familiar person, she looked surprised to see him.

"nier...would you forgive your captain for leaving you alone?" he takes one of her hands into his own and hold it. "i hope you made some friends while you here."

[silverwash]

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"Hey, I— I said 'm fine!" Spoken with such irritated conviction, for someone who has quite obviously fallen and skinned his knee. He's been privy to a little too many new unique circumstances lately, and is extremely out of his element... He didn't think he'd lose touch enough to trip and fall though.

His knee is wet. He's bleeding, isn't he? Great, he thinks. The first thing anyone thinks is to worry about him. He's not just some helpless kid! He can get up fine and manage on his own! He'll prove it...!!!

He tries to get up, but a searing pain strikes down his leg and his knee buckles. Okay, he thinks, gritting his teeth through the ache, maybe sitting for a bit is fine too...

[swordsovereign]

@deathreversed ❲ phantasm amalgam, part 1 ❳

Ah, Death's evoker. After all the asking for familiarity, Seofon wasn't sure what to think about seeing the young mage. Her pact with Death gave her power that made her dangerous, and wasn't that something that made him want to ... at least keep an eye on her...

She's changed ever since the Captain showed her kindness. She has a place to belong.

She had one. The Captain isn't here. She doesn't have to hold back, does she? I want to have faith. I trust the Captain, and if the fearless leader of that crew says that Nier's not a threat, then I won't treat her like one. It's called benefit of the doubt and positive thinking. You should try it.

For once, Anosiete didn't have a response. Seofon counted that as a massive win on his part.

❝ It's nice to see a familiar face, ❞ Well, she's familiar to him, but he's not sure if it goes both ways. With all the coming and going on the Grandcypher, it was hard for everyone to keep track of each other. Of who they'd met and who they'd only heard of in passing... But everyone knew about the Eternals, right?

Sierokarte had often teased him about the fact that no one knew who he was at first glance. The captain hadn't known about the Eternals when they'd first met either. Ok, but most people did, right?

❝ It's me, Seofon! Leader of the Eternals! I think this is the first time we've really met, but I've seen you here and there on the Grandcypher. What's brought you to this neck of the woods? ❞

[frostycoldironwitch]

"Sorry if I scared you before. Your ears reminded me of some cute little creatures back where I'm from. Though of course I'd never mistake you for one considering you are clearly a breathing living being out here."

Though even Grace couldn't argue the girl had definitely seen better days. The bags underneath the eyes, the way she carried herself, all a bit too close to home when the engineer herself would pull all-nighters throughout the week just to ensure one project was completely done.

"Name's Grace dear. You look a little lost around here. Waiting for anyone in particular?"

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[paaperboats]

"Is this.. even a good idea. What if she doesn't like me. What if I'm not--"

"You already know that she loves you, silly. Looking different isn't going to change that. Besides.. this is you. She just hasn't gotten a chance to learn that yet. Don't you think she deserves one?"

"... I hate when you're right," the tone of Boxer's voice changed within an instant; turning into a grumble as he crossed his bandaged arms over one another. Red chuckled softly, reaching up to cup his face in her hands; leaving a kiss on one of his cheeks.

"I'm always right. Get used to it."

That quip managed to pull a smile on his face, eventually giving in and laughing a bit, too. It wasn't as though he didn't want Nier to see him like this, but after being in the Transistor for so long.. it left him feeling insecure, somehow. Like she would prefer him as the way she always knew him.

But Red was right. She deserved a chance to at least meet him like this.. so as her footsteps came into earshot, Boxer quickly dipped around a corner; as the space around them shifted from a park, to an eerily similar scene from Cloudbank. Trees partially turned to lights, their leaves hanging down like giant crimson curtains.. and in the center of the stage stood Red. Her normal torn up gown was gone, instead restored to what it used to be; tresses of gold spilling to the floor, while the leather jacket she always wore also seemed to be missing.

"Hey," speaking felt so casual again, like the ability had never been ripped from her to begin with. She reached out as the space between them lessened, taking the girl's hands into her own and giving them a gentle squeeze. "Thank you for meeting me here. I know the last time I had my voice, I made you cry.. but I still remember you. I promise. I haven't forgotten any of our time together."

She looked over her shoulder, noting where her partner was hiding before she continued. ".. I have someone I want you to meet. You do know him, but he's a little different now. Would you like to see him?"

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[isolaradiale]

This is Nier from Granblue; I've updated her app with a new canon point and everything that comes with it, but everything else is the same!

Welcome back to sunny Isola Radiale, Nier!

You will be placed in APARTMENT 310.

You'll retain everything you had in your previous stay!

Enjoy your return!

– mod solaris

[minteyed-messiah]

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"For someone so pretty, she looks so... so... so..."

"Unhappy. I can't say I don't relate, but it's like she's always about to cry at any minute. I hope things turn up for her, soon. Happiness is the most important thing in the world, after all. But aside from that..."

"... Is it rude to comment on her ears? They're very, very cute. I wonder how soft they are..."

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ʚїɞ - "Were you looking to read this one? You can have it if you'd like." Fern had been at the library looking for a book to read. One had eventually caught her eye and she pulled it off her shelf, but then she realized another girl was looking at her. The mage held the book out to her.

"There are plenty of books here I've never even heard of before, so I'm sure I can find something else."

[guidingstarmira]

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"Strange.. I do not know what to make of you. The very air around you is filled with many things, yet there's a strange balance to it, even if it appears to be a tightrope? Longing? Need? There is some sort of acceptance. Some semblance of something else? I know not what it is, but something else tells me it isn't just you there. There's another with you, something akin to a force like I in a way. I shall make sure I do not interfere."

[amorinie]

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"What cute ears.. I wonder if she enjoys head pats..?"

The initial thought came and passed, as the cupid got a better gaze at the girl.

"Oh.. I'm glad she's not alone. It doesn't seem that many people are fortunate enough to come here with a loved one.."

[ashrain]

pixies weren't too unlike faeries– mood changing on a whim, fickle in their 'good nature' and more than capable of being troublesome pests. after the first dozen encounters, most of the pixies learned to leave her be when she traveled to the forests of Cotes. no true danger befell them, but a firm hand was needed. but sometimes on her walks, she'd stumble upon a poor soul being hounded by the small creatures. many took off, running to the treeline to free themselves but a select few weren't afforded that chance. intervening was required.

" Begone. "

a flick of her wrist as a small maelstrom of magic is sent out before her, ensaring the pixies and sending them tumbling away from the form of a trembling girl. high-pitched squeals echo as they flee in terror. Morgan's footsteps are almost silent in the snow as she approaches the stranger, her gaze focused on the area off to the side. " Annoying creatures, but don't be afraid to be firm with them." a token of advice as she waits for the other to recover and stand.

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