#literally as i say i feel like im flipfloppy on fu hua i get asked to write fu hua trying to hurt things with intent

[taixuandream]

Phoenix feathers burn the skin of her palm where it cradles a cheek, eats away skin just as quickly as Origin reforms it. "I'm not scared. Not of you."

(( what that early garuda transformation do ))

A memory from long ago. A memory left to make friends out of the skeleton in the closet. Something to hide, to feel shame for.

Emerging from the rubble of buildings collapsed, the Phoenix was born. Dust fell off red and white accents. Beady-eyed, twitching from such overwhelming strength, thermal convections rushing in an uncontrollable current. It hurt, though she was not in pain. It hurt to be one of them. Chest convulsing, gasping for air as heat rolled over Honkai, charring them in an instant. Every movement felt weightless, as if she had become one with the air. Those that could withstand the heat roared out, charging in without pause. She was lost, unable to think, to move, watching brutal swings rip through mindless Honkai.

It didn't stop there. All must be purged. All Honkai must be destroyed. These things, calling out her name. Were these abominations trying to reason with her? They must all be purged. But that one in particular. It needs to be ripped in two.

The fight was senseless. The threat had been disposed of, but the MANTIS treatment appeared to have some... "side effects," as MEI put it. She couldn't even be trusted with herself while the doctor worked quickly to disable the Active Honkai Reaction form she found herself in.

Arms restrained by chains, Fu Hua had been discovered trying to burn away her own skin to cleanse the Honkai energy within her. Slamming her body into walls in an attempt to purge it away.

It is only now that she can gaze upon Origin. Teeth grit, vision growing blurry as arms try desperately to break from these enhanced shackles. Being touched by such filth earns gnarled teeth, trying to regain whatever honor she could find in the humanity she bore. She cannot speak, only grunt and whine.

The only way of destroying this herrscher was to use her own body as a furnace, to burn away her own life in an attempt to kill. Yet it doesn't relent, it speaks. It speaks like the rest of them, but it is no human.

Eventually, stubbornness yields, head hanging in singed hands. Humility. To think such a beast could be so tender. It was disgusting. Eventually, she would give such a kind soul her answer. One unbefitting of everlasting elysium. Cold, despite hot cheeks. "I know. What you are."