This Is Going To Be One Hell Of A Story (Altima)

[aya]

OOC: Hope you enjoy mate!
 
IC: A blonde haired woman could be seen walking across the courtyard of Beast’s castle, stopping at the rather large front door and knocking a few times. Not very surprisingly, no one answered the door and after roughly five minutes of waiting and occasionally knocking it seemed rather likely that no one was home. Indeed, the blonde haired vixen in question had figured as much, having seen no one in the windows, the courtyard, or around the perimeter of the house. It was a shame really as she had come to this world like many others before it in search of any information regarding her missing daughter. To come all this way and get nothing out of it was disheartening, a melancholic expression on her face as she walked away from the door. It seemed like that was the case no matter where she went; more often than not anyone she questioned had never seen her daughter. Either that or they would claim they had but whenever the worried mother arrived at the last known sighting, she would find nothing. Most of the time it was just random blonde girls that looked nothing like her daughter or, if the informant was particularly nasty, they’d send her on a trip to a planet devoid of life. This world seemed to be the latter, a sigh escaping her lips as she planned to see if she could find some way off this planet.
 
I’m just wasting my time staying here aren’t I?[/i] she mused, sighing lightly as she began to walk away, There’s plenty of other places I could be looking too so I needn’t waste my time on a bogus lead,[/i] she would add mentally but after a few more steps she would hear a sudden noise coming from the castle. Turning her head back, her eyes narrowed as she slowly made her way back to the front door, curious as to what that noise she heard was. While it could have been her imagination, it sounded like something crashing to the floor, something fragile and considering it was a castle, probably expensive. While the monetary value of whatever broke was of little concern to her, her instinct as a former police officer compelled her to investigate. It was just an assumption at the moment but there was always a chance that whoever the owner of this castle was could be in danger. Perhaps some Heartless had gotten into the castle, a task that would be incredibly easy for them to accomplish and were attacking said owner and anyone else inside. It would certainly explain the lack of an answer and perhaps during a struggle with the Heartless something had been knocked over. It was a pretty wild guess but if nothing else she could always tell the occupants of the castle that she had heard a noise and that’s why she went inside. Well that was assuming she could get in anyway, unless the door was unlocked it wasn’t like she had the faintest idea on how to pick a lock like this.
 
Well I suppose it’s always worth a shot to try and open it,[/i] she figured, pushing against the door as hard as she could. Luckily enough, it seemed that the door was indeed open for the time being and with a considerable amount of effort she was able to slip in. Once inside, the door slam shut behind her rather violently, almost as if she was in a horror movie and she had just entered a haunted mansion. Looking around, she began to wonder if perhaps that was the case and this place was haunted as the décor wasn’t exactly very appealing. On the other hand, all the décor was actually well-kept and in good condition, suggesting that there had to be someone in this castle taking care of it. Narrowing her eyes as her body tensed up, the now blonde intruder would draw the pistol at her side, gripping it tightly but keeping it lowered for the time being. Proceeding carefully, she would walk down the carpet that lead to a set of stairs, being mindful of her surroundings as well as any noises that might otherwise be missed. After reaching the top of the staircase where it forked, she would take the right wing of the castle and jog over to the end of the hallway stopping right at a corner wall. Pressing her back against it, she would poke her head over to see a Shadow Heartless all by its lonesome and pieces of what seemed to be a broken vase at its feet. Without hesitation, she would push off from the wall and drop to one knee, taking aim at the Heartless’ head before firing off three rounds. All the unsuspecting Heartless had time to do was turn around before its demise, the woman sighing in relief as she put her gun back into its holster for the time being.
 
”Well that went smoothly, surprised it didn’t have any friends with it,” she noted before making her way back to the fork at the top of the stairs. Now that the immediate danger had been taken care of, the former officer allowed her guard to drop just a tad as she took to exploring the castle. While normally she wouldn’t do such a thing, it seemed like no one was here despite how well-kept it was, perhaps having only been recently abandoned. If that were the case, it wasn’t like it would hurt to take a look and have the story of going into a castle to tell Eve if she ever found her. Indeed, that girl would love to hear a story like that and if they ever were reunited she would tell her that one as well as all the others this journey had created. Whatever the case, she would eventually arrive at the door that was also at the fork at the head of the stairs, deciding to make that the first room to explore. When she entered it she had to cover her eyes at first, the light from the chandelier a bit blinding since she had been exploring dark corridors only moments ago. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she was rather amazed to see what was she was seeing, a giant ballroom that even she found beautiful despite the indifference she often showed toward such trivial things.
 
”Wow,” she started, stepping out to the middle of the room, ”Eve would freak out if she got to see something like this. She would also probably tell me “Aya, Aya, we need to dance right now we can’t waste this chance!” hehe. If she was feeling particularly annoying she’d probably claim I need to get myself a boyfriend to, she always did harp on me for the lack of a significant other,” she spieled, letting out an annoyed sigh at the thought. After another moment in the ballroom, Aya would begin to make her way back to the door, planning on exploring the rest of the castle but would stop only a few steps away from it. Instead, her face would suddenly go pale as a shiver went down her spine, the air almost feeling as if it suddenly thickened.
 
Why am I getting the goosebumps all of a sudden?[/i] she thought, turning around to see if there was anything causing this sudden reaction… or anyone.

[altima]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OTHERS[/style] [style= color: FFEAF2; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Song- Flowing Time	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] Altima has stopped in front of the victimized Wizard. It continued to writhe in pain, trying desperately to remove itself from the light-formed halberd that had impaled it to just above the doors of the kitchen. The ruby red pupils gazed slowly upward, so that she could direct the attention of the conversation to where she desired. Her pale smile did not disappear, but widened a bit. "You know of the golden drop within the world of tea brewing do you not Ms. Brea? Commonly used in reference to the last drop of a fine black tea within the British court, a golden drop of any sort would be the last within the mixture. Its worth cannot be measured in quantitative values, yet we cannot help but identify such a result to an unknown." She placed a single hand on the robe of the heartless. Her smile beaming, but Altima's eyes grew twisted with a fusion of melancholy and sadism. In deep thought, yet still pleased by what was happening before her. The slender fingers gripped firmly. "Much like the wine in which we drunk, and you pleasantly ignored within your hazed stupor." Pressure was placed. "As a golden drop of blood of a human is no different. As the precious last drop of life, its exquisite worth is not to be compared with the filth of the rest." A slight downward tug. Her expression darkens in madness. "And so the bottle of fine brews was crafted by its artisan. No more than one can be taken from a single life." The wizard was trembling. If the Heartless had a face with readable emotions, it surely would be that of pure terror. "It was of no trouble for I, who stands amongst the heavens, to revive the life for the artisan to craft that drink. Life is naught but an eternal cycle after all." Altima had stopped for a moment, as the wizard was slowly being cut down the shaft of her celestial weapon. She had stopped for what reason? A simple one. The angel needed no justification to enjoy the wealth of life. As well as the splendor of death. For it was now splattered along the walls and doorway into the kitchen. Two halves of the melting Heartless corpse laid before Aya Brea, as the light of the celestial weapon faded from view. An execution fitting for a beast, but provoking to the minds of man. Altima presented a paradox of ideals to test Ms. Brea's morality. The game board was set and so began another dance of wit's end under the moon's judgment. Altima said one more phrase as she passed through the doors and into the ballroom. It was of a different language, but one familiar to the denizens of Terra. The book of the hierophant had taught her much of their mentality, as well as the artistic crafting of wordplay. "Assai ben balla a chi Fortuna suona" [/style]

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[aya]

Turning around to gaze at the woman that had just floated into the ballroom, Aya gulped a lump down her throat as a bead of sweat ran slowly down her cheek. It was rather unnerving to see someone floating so effortlessly and not only that but completely ignore her presence in the room, almost as if she didn’t acknowledge the presence of another life in the room. Indeed, she simply proceeded forward seemingly without a care in the world as if disinterested in anything that was going on around her. The presence this girl had felt like it suggested that if you weren’t noticed by her than your existence was simply null and void. Never before had the former officer encountered a presence such as this, her commanding officer when she was on the force never putting off this much of an aura. Even in her travels where she had encountered quite a few monsters with extraordinary powers, no one seemed to instill the same sense of inferiority in her. And once again it was all without effort, the girl was simply there existing and yet her very presence alone imposed so heavily on Aya it felt as if she was suffocating.
 
Not only that but the sense of terror and dread that accompanied this aura the girl put off whether intentional or not was nothing to scoff at either. She seemed harmless enough, the body of a child and yet despite seeming frail and weak Aya couldn’t shake off that feeling of powerlessness. It made her tremble ever so slightly despite all the training she had and the many run-ins she had prior with others with much scarier appearances. Indeed, she had  already encountered a few serial killers in her time on the force, one who enjoyed cutting his victims to pieces whilst they lived, another that drained their blood out slowly, and many others with equally sickening methods. While each of them did give her the creeps, never did they make her feel such pure trepidation and she couldn’t quite place her finger on as to why. By all accounts she should have been far more frightened by those psychopaths then this little girl and yet as far as she could remember she never trembled like this before. Something about this girl was strange, her very existence seeming to be on a higher plane than her own almost like an angel.
 
The wings on the girl whether real or fake only enhanced this thought that she was a being of great power and above that of a simple human. The way she held herself, the way she dressed, the way she moved about simply floating in the air defying gravity as if it were as trivial as breathing. Yes, it seemed so unnervingly natural for this girl to put off this kind of presence and strike fear into Aya’s heart just as easily as this was a person Aya felt she couldn’t hope to understand. Indeed, the fear of the unknown and of a greater power that you were hopeless to fight against was something that every human possessed. Perhaps that was why serial killers didn’t scare her, they were human and thus could be understood to some degree, they could be fought back against, and they could be killed if the situation called for it. This girl on the other hand while seeming human in appearance didn’t give that vibe at all. No, she felt like an enigma Aya could never hope to comprehend and a power that Aya could never hope to face even with her rather unique abilities.
 
These thoughts were cut off though when said being spoke, Aya’s eyes widening in shock as she flinched slightly at the sudden dialogue. It was a rather strange piece of dialogue to spoken in a tone that didn’t seem to be directed at her whatsoever. No, it seemed like the girl was talking to herself as one might do unconsciously when trying to figure out a problem that they were stumped on. Whatever the case, Aya paid heed to the words, said words seeming to be rather philosophical in nature, a subject Aya never really cared for. While she didn’t care much for philosophy, that didn’t mean she ignored the importance of it and other seemingly trivial things like studying religion. Indeed, in her line of work you occasionally dealt with fanatics that justified their actions through religion saying it was “God’s Work” or something equally ludicrous. That being noted, you had to keep up with those types of studies at least a little if you wanted to be able to figure out what made them ticked. Thus when posed with such a question and taking a moment to think over it, Aya was able to give her own interpretation of the quote.
 
”That’s one interpretation,” she started, her voice shaking a bit as the words escaped her lips, ”It seems to me that it could also relate to the many number of lives that exist in this universe, I.E. the ocean and that like bubbles they sway, I.E. change, and dissolve, I.E. end. Life is fragile and can end without warning, much like how a bubble can be popped with just the slightest touch. But as vast as the ocean is and how many bubbles it has, a single bubble dissolving is insignificant in the grand scheme of things. At least that’s the vibe I get from it although I’m sure whoever made that phrase left it open to interpretation like that on purpose,” she explained, a little bit of her confidence returning despite the morbid subject she was relating that phrase to. Indeed, debating such a strange phrase’s meaning brought her back to the simple days where she was saving people and chasing criminals. It brought her back to the time when she would encounter some type of killer who would use such a phrase in a feeble attempt to justify their terrible and heinous deeds. It brought her back to the time when Eve would be back at home waiting for her when she got off work with a smile that always warmed her heart.
 
As corny as that might sound anyway,[/i] the blonde vixen thought as she took a deep breath. Releasing it slowly and gulping another lump down her throat, she decided that now would be best to try and figure out this odd… girl’s presence in this castle. After all, for all Aya knew she had ran into the owner of the castle, perhaps even the queen of said castle. She certainly seemed to dress rather elegantly which lead weight to that theory and it would explain the imposing presence she put off by being in the same room. Yeah, maybe that was it and perhaps she was upset having an uninvited guest in her humble abode, if one could call it humble anyway. At least that was Aya’s attempt at rationalizing the entire situation as she would much rather believe that were the case then a few other theories that were gnawing at the back of her head.
 
”So…” she trailed off, shaking her head before turning back to the strange girl, ”I don’t suppose you know if anyone else is inside this castle right now? I came inside after hearing a noise that sounded like something breaking, concerned that someone may be in danger. While this place seems rather empty and devoid of life from what I’ve explored thus far, I’m sure there is plenty more that I haven’t checked yet.  If you happen to know anything I would appreciate it dearly if you shared that information with me,” she explained, hoping that if the girl was indeed the owner of the castle that her reason for entering uninvited would be sufficient. For despite the fact that she was looking straight at her as if she was unaffected by this girl’s presence, Aya was anything but. Although in an attempt to reinforce this image that she wasn’t afraid (mostly for her own sake), she would cough lightly into her hand as a slight red tint stained her cheeks, somewhat embarrassed at her lack of tact.
 
”Ah I apologize, in my fervor to make sure this place was secure I forgot to even introduce myself,” she started, lowering her head a bit in shame as she cleared her throat, ”I’m Aya Brea, former police officer of Deling City Police Department. May I ascertain as to who you are?” she added, attempting to look as calm as possible. Whether the façade was working though was completely unknown to Aya but if nothing else it helped her come to grips with the situation even if only a little. It distracted her if only momentarily from the suffocating aura that seemed to fill every square inch of this room.

[altima]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIVE EFFECTS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;] Cooldowns:	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]This new room was just as poorly lit as the last, if not worse due to having no windows for the moon to shine in. The specks that scurried into hiding were again present, leering from wherever they managed to cover themselves in. Be it rats, humans, beasts, or traitors, the result was always the same whenever a being of considerable force emits their presence. History has long since proven the worth of those with power, and that is why these watching eyes did nothing but that. Altima came to a stop in front of the pantry, waving her hand to the east. The door obliged and revealed a tray of pastry puffs that had been prepared recently. Her mind reached out to try and seize a kinetic control over the item, but to no avail. This made her frown and huff a bit, as her sealed powers seem to only go this far. It was a topic that she had her scouts researching tirelessly to cure. Any source or shred of information that could lead to curing this abysmal seal was amongst the highest priority in her chain. Right along with the resurrection of her brethren, but not above self-preservation. There was no reason to revisit the cold plains of death so soon after having been reawakened in the lands of the living. She dismissed the thoughts and removed the tray after setting the book down on the table. Her actual height was just a bit short of reaching the tray properly, so a bit more magic was applied to levitate further off the ground. The delicate desserts were placed gently onto the main table, accompanied by two plates shortly once Altima retrieved them. Altima had no doubt that the human from before had followed her in, especially given the subject and tone of her speech. Her questions would go unanswered, especially the one regarding identity. If she was not born within Ivalice, nor an enemy at the moment, then she had no use for such information. Even though part of her manners was to oblige with her introduction since the officer went first. A few moments more was wasted mentally debating whether it would be worth while to give such information, all the while she also browsed the racks for a good bottle of red wine to open. [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OTHERS[/style] [style= color: FFEAF2; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Song- Flowing Time	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] She settled for a bottle of aged cabernet sauvignon from what she assumed was a good year for this world. Though faint, she judged the quality based off the worksman spirit in the production of this bottle. Of the others, this one had the most care involved and still had shreds of honest purity the winer left for his work. She reached for two glasses and placed them apart on the table, invitingly welcoming her 'guest.' "I've no interest in what ramblings you've put forth, but I will respect the courtesy that has been displayed from the Brea family." said the regal Altima, popping the bottle of her wine and elegantly serving the two glasses. She placed a single pastry with a fork on both plates, then spoke once more with the glass in hand. "I am without a proper family name, for I was not blessed with the sanctity of those that came before me unlike you. A first and last of my lineage if you can wrap your mind around that. My placed name, engraved by the gods and church of St. Ajora, is Altima. A pleasure to meet you within such turbulent times detective." The crystal glass was raised slightly, as if she toasted to their meeting, before taking a sip of her choice. It was slightly more bitter than she anticipated and the quality wasn't to the levels of mead grown from the gardens of the gods, but the angel was pleasantly surprised. This world had the knowledge to craft worthwhile drink and food, as she also cut a portion of the puff to taste. Slowly baked, still warm, and cream that was on the lighter side. An eastern touch no doubt. She would give the chef her compliments on the surprise, even if it wasn't the best. Altima had retrieved her book and returned to her previous action. Though she had acknowledged this Aya Brea, the terms were still not overly friendly. Not yet anyways. "Tell me detective Brea, why does your breathing resound with such force? The same goes with your eyes, which I have not dismissed you of staring at me as if one has stolen a doll from your young hands." she spoke gently, looking up only to sip her wine and take another bite from her pastry. It wasn't that clear due to how dark the room was, but the moonlight illuminated the fact that Altima was now sitting in a crossed legged position in mid-air on the opposing side of the table. Defying physics seemed to be nothing to her, at least under human standards. "If you the intent of playing with dolls out of love, would it not make sense to keep such items within the confines of your sanctuary? Entering with such lax standards and paranoia..." A single, bright portal opened up behind the figure of the girl, with what appeared to be the tip of a spear. No ordinary spear mind you, since it appeared to be formed out of pure light and bathed in foreign glyphs that reminded one of the lost ages. This was aimed facing Altima's guest and brought illumination to the room as it began to form a more solid shape in reality. Altima's crimson eyes pierced through Aya, as she leveled with her. "...would only lead to a terrible shame, should something ever happen to it. But you don't need me to tell you that...do you? The spear was shot like a bullet, and moved only like a streak of light in the darkness. It whizzed just shy of grazing her guest's hairline to the right, striking something else instead. A clean hit to a Wizard heartless that had foolishly decided to materialize in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Her spell had pierced through the heartless and pinned it to the wall right above the doorway, with the victim just struggling in futility. Two more Wizards appeared after the first was snared, seemingly hostile after what had just happened. Altima shook her head out of annoyance; since it was always so easy to rile up the weak. The angel offered Aya a turn, as she returned to her meal. [/style]

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[aya]

It took a moment for her to realize what was going on but after going through her introduction and giving her own interpretation of the quote the girl had spoken, Aya knew she was being ignored. Well perhaps ignored wasn’t the right word, whoever this person was they still gave off that feeling that she didn’t acknowledge Aya’s presence, almost as if completely oblivious to her speech and her existence. Yes, it seemed like the only thing running through that person’s mind was her own musings, almost as if her own thoughts were the only ones that were relevant. It was almost as if she believed the whole universe revolved around her but not in a vain way but more so… like it actually did. This girl seemed so utterly incomprehensible, that no matter what train of deductive reasoning Aya followed or what assumptions she made she would never understand her.

This thought scared the blonde vixen tremendously unlike any other fright she had ever experienced in her life, the dread of not knowing even causing her to shake. It was slight, hardly noticeable even, yet it was constant with every glance, with every step, and with every single breath she took. It was like a series of tremors were traveling throughout her body, low tremors that may have seemed irrelevant yet she didn’t believe so. No, these tremors felt like a warning sign for something to come, perhaps they were foreshadowing a giant earthquake or rather her impending doom. The morbid thoughts running through her mind were absolutely terrifying, a million scenarios running through her head and this girl hadn’t so much as even spoke to her directly. It was like her body was screaming at her to run, the adrenaline already pumping to give her the limitless energy she would no doubt need to escape.

And yet… she remained and even began to follow behind the girl, all the while her eyes shifted to every sight and sound she thought she saw or heard. Indeed, despite knowing quite well how risky it was to continue following this girl it was almost as if she was compelled to. It wasn’t mind control or anything silly like that though, it was of Aya’s own vocation that she continued to trail behind this girl. Despite all the warnings her body gave her something deep inside her was forcing her to continue following behind in a desperate attempt to understand. Or maybe understanding wasn’t what she wanted, maybe it was a primal instinct written into her DNA that forced her to follow what seemed to be an omnipotent figure. And even with all her knowledge and deductive reasoning, Aya couldn’t figure out if it was this, that, or something else entirely. All she could do was follow and that she did as they finally arrived at the dining room table, Aya having no idea that she been lead there until she took a moment to actually make note of her current surroundings.

They were now in the dining room it would seem and Aya hadn’t even noticed when the girl had retrieved not only desert but a bottle of wine no less. The deserts at the table were a tray of cream puffs, said cream puffs looking rather delicious and their aroma just as enticing yet Aya paid them little attention if at all. While she normally enjoyed sweets quite a bit, right now she was trying to piece together when she had arrived here, when had all this had transpired? It was like she had blacked out, as if her mind went blank whilst she followed behind the strange girl seemingly without a care in the world for her own well-being. Yes, if she cared she would have ran away the first chance she had gotten yet here she was, standing at the other end of the table the pace of her breath growing ever more rapid. It was almost as if in response to that aura this girl put out, the aura around her seeming to suck the oxygen in the air around them and make it feel like one was suffocating. In fact, the former officer was instinctively reaching for her neck as if someone’s hands were located around it, although with a quick feel she was able to confirm that wasn’t the case. She already knew as much and yet her body acted to confirm that all the same as if a pair of hands was indeed grasping her frail neck.

And then finally came a response from the girl to Aya’s earlier comments, the former detective’s body flinching at the sudden noise. Looking over to her as she spoke, Aya listened intently to the words escaping the girl’s mouth and despite how rude they were made no comment. Indeed, normally such a rude remark would have had Aya respond with something equally rude and/or sarcastic but this time the blonde’s lips were sealed. Or perhaps they weren’t sealed, perhaps it was because she was struggling just to breathe in this oppressive environment and a response would seem suicidal. Yes, if she were to waste breath getting “uppity” about the rude remark she might end up suffocating when the air escaped her lungs. Either that or she would anger this seemingly omnipotent being and incur her wrath, incur the wrath of this small girl that frightened her more than anything. This unexplainable dread held her back from speaking up, held her back from making eye contact, and held her back from attempting to escape. Maybe that was why she didn’t attempt to escape, because it was futile to even consider such things in the face of such a being.

Whatever the case, said being would then provide Aya with a cream puff as well as a glass of wine, the blonde taking a seat at her end of the table unconsciously. She reached toward her silverware slowly but upon hearing those lips part to speak once more paused in her action and devoted her full attention to the girl. And the words that escaped those lips were baffling, not because of the rather profound vocabulary being used but what the response entailed. She was being told that this girl had no family, and not in the sense that they had been killed but they had simply never existed… was that even possible? If Aya were in her right mind perhaps she might have been able to figure that, this now introduced as Altima character, was perhaps some sort of experiment or something. If not that perhaps a demon created by some evil cult that had angel wings just to make an ironic statement or hell even an alien. Yet her mind wasn’t working right now, she was in a state of utter confusion and panic and thus she simply nodded as she parted her own lips to speak. It was a risk considering she might suffocate in doing so but if she didn’t even so much as respond to the girl’s statement…

”L-Likewise,” she stuttered, something uncharacteristic of her but everything about this situation was uncharacteristic of her. She was normally such a head strong person, always having the courage to face murderers or Heartless yet that courage seemed to have left her. She normally always kept calm in the face of adversity yet that composure seem to have left her. And she ALWAYS made sarcastic remarks toward those she wasn’t fond of yet it seemed that her wits had left her as well. How could one small girl have such a profound effect on her? How could one small girl make the food that she unconsciously ate seem tasteless? How could one small girl make the wine she drank afterwards feel not refreshing but as if it would be the last glass of wine Aya would ever taste? It was utterly baffling and while Aya attempted to piece together some type of cohesiveness in her thoughts, her efforts were in vain. They were all in vain when that small girl in question spoke up once again; shattering her concentration as she abruptly brought her gaze back to her. Despite the gentle tone Altima used, Aya’s sense of dread only become more apparent as it seemed that this enigma made note of it. In fact, it also lead her thoughts into further disarray as she attempted to process what she had meant when she said her stare was similar to that of a small child who had a doll taken from her.

But I never even owned a doll,[/i] she thought, not even able to piece together that the statement was a simple simile, I don’t understand… how could I look at her like that unconsciously? Why can’t I control my breathing? Why can’t I stop shaking? And why can’t I even take sanctuary in my own head, the one place I’ve always been safe?[/i] she questioned herself mentally, desperately trying to get a hold of her sanity. In fact, it had been so bad she ignored what Altima said following that statement, and only paid notice to her when the moonlight had struck just the right angle. Yes, when the moon’s light had engulfed Altima it was quite apparent that the figure she had thought had been sitting all this time on the opposite end of the table was simply floating effortlessly. Not only was she defying the laws of gravity but it seemed she was readying an attack, Aya only able to sit there helpless. Her body couldn’t move, it was frozen stiff in terror as her sanity continued to slowly escape her and everything in her head became increasingly incoherent. And then it whizzed past her cheek, a small cut being formed as the wound bled a stream running down her cheek and past her jawline. There it would stop as it dripped to the floor, time seeming to stop as Aya watched it slowly fall to the carpet beneath them, staining it crimson. She was so enthralled by that she didn’t even notice when one of the Wizards had sent a Fire spell at her, knocking her out of the chair she sat in as the ball of fire exploded. Grunting as she slid across the rug beneath her she gritted her teeth painfully as she reached for her gun out of instinct.

Drawing her pistol, she would take aim at the Wizard as her gun glowed for but a moment and her trigger finger would take shots rapidly. Three would be shot at each Wizard, the bullets piercing through them and even going through the ceiling due to the angle at which Aya had fired from. These shots quickly eliminated the Heartless threat as Aya breathed heavily, placing her gun toting hand behind her to support her now as she placed her left hand on her face. For the first time since she had seen Altima, Aya noticed that was sweating profusely and not because it was hot or anything but due to all the pressure that had been on her moments ago. It seemed to dissipate now that she was in pain, Aya not too happy about having to eat a fireball to calm herself down but grateful none the less. It seemed like the untimely interruption provided by those Heartless had snapped her out of the stupor she was in a little, enough such that she could actually make a conscious statement.

”Are you hurt?” she asked, as she turned her gaze toward Altima not even mentioning the fact that she had nearly put a spear in her head. Indeed, one characteristic of Aya’s had returned it seemed and it was her compassion for others in dangerous situations no matter how they wronged her. If things kept up, perhaps she may even begin to go back to her old self but only time would tell... and Altima's response to her inquiry.

OOC: Level 2 Energy Shot[/b] – Using the dormant power within her mitochondria, Aya can generate a surplus of ATP that can be used to power up the bullets in whatever firearm she is currently wielding. When used, all of Aya’s bullets will gain the piercing effect and will go through any guard as well as deal full damage regardless of protective status effects (EX: Barrier). Furthermore, all bullets will have their velocity increased when this ability is activated, increasing their damage by 50%.

Duration = 2 Posts
Cool Down = 3 Posts

Liberation[/b] – During battle Aya’s mitochondria begin to create vast amounts of ATP that can later be used to give her a temporary boost too all stats. When the energy stored is released, Aya will also be granted a second pistol to attack with and all shots will actually be made out of ATP thus eliminating the need for ammo as well as increasing their power two fold. Furthermore, Aya’s movements will change drastically and instead of running forward she will mostly teleport, four feet per teleport. Before activating this ability though, Aya must be in battle for at least three minutes (three posts) and once it runs out (duration = 2 posts), the amount of time necessary to generate the ATP to activate it again will increase by one post per subsequent use.

Cool down = 4 Posts after first use, 5 posts after second use, and so on and so forth.

[altima]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIONS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] The girl's pale features managed a smile now, one that did not bear the same level of goodwill this woman had believed the angel to have. A smile that a witch may have once checkmate was within the palm of her hands in this twisted game. Nothing had changed about the oppressive force, but this blonde vixen had a better look about her. She stuttered less and now the sweat came from that blast of heat instead of her body shivering before the lucavi's presence. It wasn't that Altima disliked humes cowering before her. Quite the opposite actually. That was the fault for Ms. Brea though. Altima's charisma may have triggered the self-destruction of everything the woman had built over her short life, but the real drive was Ms. Brea's own weakness. Aya's own inability to address personal issues or faults led to her paralysis, not Altima's aura. She did like the look of contorted fear and helplessness when the celestial weapon barely graze Aya's beautiful face. Mankind had a different look when it came to various forms of destruction, be it mental or physical. Mixing the destructions took a little bit of experimenting and finesse to create an elegant display that was different than those bathed in their own vanity. "You've a better look upon your face Ms. Brea. More befitting that of a woman of your status than one set for a whimpering pup sentenced to be hung at the gallows." Altima said after taking a small sip from the half empty glass.[/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIVE EFFECTS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;] Cooldowns: - Disempower: 1/8	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] The book that she was so focused in reading had been placed onto the table with the food. Altima had chosen to disregard Aya's inquiry about her well being, giving it a slight wave off to show she was perfectly fine. A final sip and the glass had been emptied of its contents. Its crystalline sheen slightly stained by the red amour of the wine. The angel removed a nearby napkin from its holster and used it to clean her mouth of any mess. "They say that food and drink accounts for much of a human's pleasure Ms. Brea, especially for one with a confused heart such as yourself." she spoke out slowly from her angelic tongue, the words carrying an allure similar to that of a trapper's bait. She rose to a standing position and made her way towards the exit. As she moved, more commentary about what was eaten were made. "The wine we tasted, but I appreciated, was of German descent. Aperitif of Noble Rot, a sweeter blend of white with a crimson drop of golden tears added to grant it the velvet color."[/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OTHERS[/style] [style= color: FFEAF2; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Song- Flowing Time	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] Altima has stopped in front of the victimized Wizard. It continued to writhe in pain, trying desperately to remove itself from the light-formed halberd that had impaled it to just above the doors of the kitchen. The ruby red pupils gazed slowly upward, so that she could direct the attention of the conversation to where she desired. Her pale smile did not disappear, but widened a bit. "You know of the golden drop within the world of tea brewing do you not Ms. Brea? Commonly used in reference to the last drop of a fine black tea within the British court, a golden drop of any sort would be the last within the mixture. Its worth cannot be measured in quantitative values, yet we cannot help but identify such a result to an unknown." She placed a single hand on the robe of the heartless. Her smile beaming, but Altima's eyes grew twisted with a fusion of melancholy and sadism. In deep thought, yet still pleased by what was happening before her. The slender fingers gripped firmly. "Much like the wine in which we drunk, and you pleasantly ignored within your hazed stupor." Pressure was placed. "As a golden drop of blood of a human is no different. As the precious last drop of life, its exquisite worth is not to be compared with the filth of the rest." A slight downward tug. Her expression darkens in madness. "And so the bottle of fine brews was crafted by its artisan. No more than one can be taken from a single life." The wizard was trembling. If the Heartless had a face with readable emotions, it surely would be that of pure terror. "It was of no trouble for I, who stands amongst the heavens, to revive the life for the artisan to craft that drink. Life is naught but an eternal cycle after all." Altima had stopped for a moment, as the wizard was slowly being cut down the shaft of her celestial weapon. She had stopped for what reason? A simple one. The angel needed no justification to enjoy the wealth of life. As well as the splendor of death. For it was now splattered along the walls and doorway into the kitchen. Two halves of the melting Heartless corpse laid before Aya Brea, as the light of the celestial weapon faded from view. An execution fitting for a beast, but provoking to the minds of man. Altima presented a paradox of ideals to test Ms. Brea's morality. The game board was set and so began another dance of wit's end under the moon's judgment. Altima said one more phrase as she passed through the doors and into the ballroom. It was of a different language, but one familiar to the denizens of Terra. The book of the hierophant had taught her much of their mentality, as well as the artistic crafting of wordplay. "Assai ben balla a chi Fortuna suona" [/style]

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song: Solitary Deep Sea Fish[/style]
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Shut up, stop thinking like that or I’ll get sucked up into her pace once more,

[/i] she mused, pinching the bridge of her nose. Turning her gaze back to Altima, the look in Aya’s eyes would be more reminiscent of how she had looked prior to meeting Altima. Yes, it seemed like the fire in those optics was set alight once more that would show anyone who gazed upon her how strong her resolve was. Indeed, she wasn’t going to fall victim to letting her own weakness and insecurities dictate her actions and make her act like an idiot. She couldn’t allow it any longer and while she had forgotten it for a moment before, Aya was aware that she had something to live for. She had to continue living and push forth so she could continue her search for Eve and bring her back home with her. Once they returned to Deling City, they could live out the rest of their days together and perhaps the former detective could find work as a private investigator.

If I put on my resume that I found a girl that was thrown across to the other side of the universe, I imagine that would speak volumes to any potential customers,[/i] she mused, her wit and sarcastic thoughts also seemingly making a comeback. Whatever the case, her attention was caught by the “angel” when she spoke once more, her eyes narrowing slightly at the words as they escaped her thin lips. Now somewhat in her right mind, Aya could see those words for what they were, an insult to her and the blonde never let insults slide without a sarcastic reply.

”Thank you, after all the spear you threw at me did help pretty my face up a little,” she started, standing up a bit shakily as she had yet to recover from the damage completely, ”I’ve been meaning to do something about my dry skin, it seems like drawing blood was the most prudent solution,” she finished, her tone as cynical as it often was. Regardless, the former officer quickly crouched down to pick up her gun, having left it on the ground by mistake and putting it back in its holster for the time being. While perhaps having it drawn would be put her mind a bit more at ease, the fact of the matter was that this girl was quite likely extremely powerful. Indeed, she had taken care of one of the Heartless without so much as batting an eye and had been startlingly calm during the ordeal. That being the case, having her gun in hand would probably only prove to make it look like she was asking for a fight, something she didn’t doubt the “angel” would note given the chance. Looking back over to her, she would watch her as she returned to the table, finishing her wine and wiping her mouth with a napkin. Now conscious of it, Aya decided to do the same in case she had anything remaining around the edge of her mouth as well as to press it against the cut on her bloody cheek. It was upon doing so that the girl’s lips would part again, speaking what seemed to Aya to be nonsense, empty words with little value. Or rather the blonde vixen wasn’t taking the girl’s words as seriously as before, afraid that if she analyzed them too deeply she may fall into the pit she had before.

”You might just be right there although I’m on a diet right now so I can’t go overboard,” she replied, once again answering the girl with a sarcastic remark. Keeping the napkin firmly placed against her cheek, Aya’s eyes would follow Altima as she began to make her way toward the exit. Those lips would part to make further comments on the food they had partaken in, a snide remark being hidden amongst the rest of her words. It didn’t go unnoticed but it was nothing Aya could speak up about, she certainly hadn’t been in her right mind to appreciate the wine earlier. She had been too worried about possibly dying at the hands of this girl which while still a potential reality, did not frighten her like before. Whatever the case, Aya continued to listen to the girl as she shifted the direction of the conversation and began to set the pace. She couldn’t stop her anyway, even if she was in her right mind she still didn’t know enough about the girl to attempt to try and change the course of the conversation. No, for now she would have to listen and listen well, trying to get anything of importance out of this roundabout way of speaking. Yes, she had to keep her head in the game, this girl while shrouded in mystery, had to slip up somewhere and give Aya something she could work with. Everyone made mistakes and so long as Aya remained calm and waited patiently certainly even this… “being” would make one.

And so the girl known as Altima spoke, Aya watching her very closely as she gripped the robe of the Heartless she had impaled only moments ago. Those slender fingers coiled tightly around the robe and it seemed like the slightest most calculated application of pressure was applied. Then a much more deliberate tug, pulling the Heartless down against the spear as the girl smiled madly, a small grimace presented on Aya’s face at the display. It wasn’t a pleasant sight although if anything it did give Aya one nugget of information… whoever she was dealing with was a psychopath no matter how well spoken. Indeed, more so now than ever Aya was reminded of earlier dealings with serial killers that were overzealous and rambled on and on. They never stopped talking and as Altima continued to speak the former detective compared her more and more the likes of such scum.

It’s progress if nothing else,[/i] she mused as the Heartless trembled madly and after a slight pause its life was promptly ended. The sight sent a shiver down the blonde vixen’s back, a rather grotesque sight that was far from the norm when it came to a Heartless dying. Indeed, every Heartless she had seen be slain vanished into a puff of darkness, perhaps returning to whatever dark and dreary place it came from. Thus the question become why was this Heartless dying in such a graphic and unusual manner? Was it the effect of this girl’s magic or…

Was it never a Heartless to begin with?[/i] she pondered, beginning to consider the possibility that the Heartless may have been an illusion. It seemed like a logical explanation for this odd occurrence and if anything would allow the former detective to put to the test the boisterous claim Altima had made during her sickening display of playing with the Heartless. Yes, depending on the result of what occurred when pressed about it, perhaps Aya could gain a little more information about this seemingly all powerful sorceress.

”Tch you can revive the dead?” she asked, her tone showing quite well she did not believe Altima for a second, ”If that’s the case why don’t you revive that Heartless you just split in two? I’m not sure about you but I was always told that I shouldn’t make claims that I can’t back up with sufficient evidence,” she challenged, wondering how Altima would respond to the call to action. However the “angel” responded, Aya would listen and watch intently, doing her best to keep her wits about her and not allow anything to slip by unnoticed.

Well except whatever it is she just said,[/i] she mused as Altima added a peculiar phrase to the conversation, Aya ignoring it for the time being.

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[altima]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIONS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;] Oho~ This game took an interesting turn. Ever since this woman regained her sanity and placed a solid foot down onto the earthen creation of the keep, she spoke with a lot more bravado than earlier. Altima couldn't really determine if the change was for the better or the worse! Both forms were rather pathetic in their own regards, much like the first story an author would dare publish to the world. Much like a newborn testing the waters, this investigator wanted to make sure that she had her spacing stick at all points in this conversation. No necessary risks, and always looking to make sure she kept her three points of contact upon this rocky vessel. That was the hume way after all; and for the most part, it worked in keeping their race alive in the most dire of situations. The result was fine though. Entertaining someone who had the delusion of doing well was far more entertaining than tugging a suffocating caw through a myriad of truths. Ms. Brea's expressions did not disappoint the angel's amusement yet, so one did have to wonder what she would show as the pieces fell together. Humes's defensive nature really was a toss-up when it came to revelations after all. "So you do have a bit of a bite to yourself. Rather comfortable you are becoming Ms. Brea. Does your heart wonders to be within a form of assurance and familiarity." Altima spoke nonchalantly, making her way through the ballroom by magical force.[/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIVE EFFECTS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;] Cooldowns: - Disempower: 1/8	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]The angel had a tendency to be chatty, but it was simply the dialect she chose to use. Older tongues had far more decorations in their sentence structure because of a lack of understanding with grammatical mechanics of the time. In exchange, words held far more meaning behind every one chosen by the speaker. Ents were perhaps the most knowledgeable of this subject, which Altima could rightfully respect. They spoke so slowly, but much could be discussed in their exchanges because of the wisdom the treefolk displayed time and time again. Ms. Brea could do well to learn from them and perhaps open her eyes to a bit more of what went on in the world besides her reality. She would learn though, for the seraph was the one to guide her into enlightenment. "I do applaud you though, for finally trying to shift from the shield to sword. Your effort is commendable, yet you call upon the Devil's proof in your defense? Whatever for, asks the advocate? Does knowing this aid you in some way, regardless of what choice I decide to give you?" Altima playfully worded, stopping in the middle and shrugging at this prose. "Seeking the knowledge of one's capabilities, through logical deduction and gathering a base to continue forward upon your baseless claims. Such is the way of the devil's proof, and you know just as well as I do...that one cannot truly deny another's theory until the instance happens." She smiled. Her eyes connected once again with Aya's. Altima was revealing more and more in this logical tower, and it was time to show where Aya's hasty move had landed her. "So what purpose did serving you two conflicting truths cause? Simple...the same game you intend to play with me Ms. Brea. Quite rational your mind is, and because of that...you should be able to properly understand just what exactly has happened. You have done naught in your efforts to shake my grip." [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OTHERS[/style] [style= color: FFEAF2; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Song- Resurrected Replayer	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Her hands waved a bit of magical energy, forming prana images that glimmered beautifully in the darkness. It illuminated the room beyond just the moonlight, showcasing that the area was crowded with heartless. The walls was littered with specks of the shadows, simply staring down upon the two women. They made no move. Not a single twitch. She may find it strange, but even an attack upon them would not shake these heartless. That's simply what happens when one becomes crushed under the weight of a leader. Altima closed one eye and lazily waved her left pointer around to create a lighted spiral. Her magical force was intense, and it formed several images for Aya to gaze upon. Illuminating with red prana, the images of: a wolf pack, a pendulum, and Aya herself. Altima was ready to make a new move, and remove yet another block within Ms. Brea's logic tower. The angel had hoped, for amusement's sake, that this detective had a strong enough foundation to maintain the tempo she tried to grasp for. "You understand don't you. Why they do not move. Why the wizard did not fight back, nor acted properly. You seek for me to act as if I must prove my worth to the almighty eyes of men, though a facade is only as good as the mask bearer and the audience. I repeat what I asked earlier of you Ms. Brea...but in a different light" Her fingers swirled the prana images around, causing Aya's figure to appear as if she were binded to a pendulum trap. The wolves surrounded her, and caved in with ravenous fangs in this mock display of magical power. "...Does it do your heart justice, to paint me much like the criminals you've faced before? The criminally insane, and the ever present villain that plagues the peace humes forever seek?" Altima chuckled, as she swirled about some more and removed the wolves from the picture. "For it would be far too easy to have that presence. The definition of a villain for you, as that familiarity will be what you need to regain what pitiful balance you gathered together. Does your investigator eyes fail you into seeing what exactly has happened, all in extreme convenience to the given situation? Take a moment and reflect upon what has happen Ms. Brea, and truly see why you had asked me such a question, gave me those haughty snapbacks, and even regained your lost confidence against my pressure. A bit, too well played...like a mystery story no? You seem well read." The mental chaos and confusion was already in the lane and flowing strong. It was always a pleasure to toy with the young humes, and impart onto their inexperienced minds just how far they needed to go to even get to where she was. Altima knew, from the body language and social words chosen by Aya Brea, that this usage of the Devil's proof was simply a shotty structure of confidence. Something to give her a headway, no matter how menial it may be. Humes were like that. It was always easier to choose what to do if there was a defined familiarity present. Had Altima decided to rip out the detective's eyes from their sockets, she would have adjusted much quicker than if she simply robbed her eyes the ability of sensation provoked by light. Pain was comprehensible, as was the thought of losing one's sight from the act. If the eyes were left in tact, but incapable of reacting to the sensation of light...that was an unknown. There would be panic within her heart. Fear. An opening to exploit. That was because Aya Brea was no different than the rest. She was a hume. She needed that sense of familiarity. She needed something to make sense, or enough so that her mind can naturally close the gaps with what experience is in her arsenal. This is why Altima, would become that type of person's worst enemy. The angel did not abide by those philosophical boundaries. She did not listen to the logic that humes took to be the law of the universe. For it was not. Logic was not so linear as that, as nothing was quite what it seemed. "Deny it all you want, for that is what you will do regardless. Insanity, illogical, blasphemy, you will go for these in that sanctuary. You already knew it, that I need not resurrect a filth of the darkness, for a better plaything has been suffering this entire time. That was never the point. Never the intent." The pendulum was gone. All that remained of the display was Aya's figure, writhing in a confused mess. "Your mind. Toyed with, impaled by the truths, and resurrected with love. Without love it cannot be seen. That's something you would claim, but it is that which is backwards. Because of love you end up seeing things that don't exist, and see the miracles that grant you comfort. Without love humans would never have to sift through the sands and gaze past the flames of the damned. It allows you your sight, your touch, your tears. Do you not already see Ms. Brea?" The angel smiled devilishly. One of the angel's pieces now lay in wait in check against the pawns of Ms. Brea's game board. Just what would this woman comeback with? She would not disappoint, no matter what was done. That much, could be discerned. "You. You have been killed and revived by my hands already. Many times. For this not a verse where one truth must exist. You have yet to look into the box, and pandora continues to live. Living on as conflicting truths, as a living testament that two can exist in one reality plain. Reawaken to what has happened, and deny me. For you shall and truly see where you lie in this arc." [/style]

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[aya]

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notes: Hope you enjoy
song: Dread Of The Grave[/style]
[/style][style=width:400px; float: left;][style=background: url('http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/1224/1224535.png'); -webkit-border-radius: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 20px; border-radius: 20px;]

[style=background-color: CABEB3; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: 362D25; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; border-top: AA9782 3px solid; border-bottom: AA9782 3px solid;] Staring the angel down, Aya gritted her teeth as the game began once more and those thin lips parted to speak extravagantly once more. Indeed for what the witch had said could have been summarized rather easily but it was of no matter, the former detective got the message all the same. It was true that she was feeling a bit better now that she was comparing the “angel” to the serial killers she had once faced. It helped keep her mind in check and it was hard to think of the witch as anything but a sadistic brat with too much power. Her answer wasn’t verbal in regards to this but the blonde vixen couldn’t help but curve her lips into an arrogant smirk.

Whatever the case, the witch would continue her speaking her next set of words replacing that smirk with a grimace, Aya’s gaze averting from Altima. Sadly what she said was true, Aya was calling upon the Devil’s Proof here hoping to pull a fast one over on the witch if possible. She had hoped that the witch would “revive” the Heartless for, considering its extremely uncharacteristic way of dying, could lead her to believe this was all an illusion. Instead the result was the witch denying her request and more or less claiming that she could do it but didn’t need to show any evidence to prove it. It was incredibly troublesome, she had hoped to get something out of that exchange but now she was back to where she started, still unsure of who the witch was or what she was after. Aya could be ignorant and claim that the lack of proof was proof in itself that Altima was full of crap but that would be a shaky base to stand on in this skirmish.

Looking back to Altima, she noticed the witch had returned her gaze toward her, a smug smile curved against her lips at her small triumph. Then she spoke again, rubbing her small victory in the detective’s face, her right fist clenching as she attempted to think of a way out. As the witch had said, this was a game of sorts to see if her mind would break before she could figure anything about Altima out. And the witch was relentless, waving about her mastery of magic and showing yet another inconceivable situation, Heartless suddenly surrounding her from all sides. They all stood in place seemingly awaiting orders, perhaps crushed by the aura the witch had put out much like Aya had been earlier. Yes, it would seem they were nothing but furniture awaiting orders, another rather uncharacteristic trait for the Heartless but Aya couldn’t say that it was impossible.

Just because I haven’t seen someone dominate Heartless before doesn’t mean it couldn’t happen,

[/i] she thought as more pieces were arranged in front of her, Sadly it’s another “Devil’s Proof” so I’ll have to accept it for the time being until I can think of something to strike back with,[/i] she mused as she began watching Altima’s show. It seemed to involve her no less as an image of her was set up on a pendulum for whatever reason and a pack of wolves biting at her feet. And then she began speaking again, something that was quickly becoming tiring to even listen to but none the less the former detective paid attention. Even if it pained her to do so she had to escape this castle and this witch’s game, she couldn’t just give up and die. No, she had something to live for or rather someone and nothing would stop her from doing just that not even an “omnipotent” witch.

”Yeah I understand because they’re all illusions,” the blonde vixen said under her breath as Altima began talking but left it at that. As was said earlier, she had no definitive proof yet so making the claim wouldn’t do her any good so she had to opt instead to allow the “angel” to speak, now questioning her. Not answering verbally, the former detective merely locked her eyes on Altima such as to say that she did indeed believe that the witch was nothing more than a psychopath. And who could blame her, the witch hadn’t done anything to prove otherwise and the last display of her power only reinforced that image. Only the criminally insane could enjoy this kind of situation although what the witch said next did catch Aya off guard a bit.

Why does she seem to be giving me a hint here?[/i] the former detective mused as she closed her eyes for the moment deep in thought, Wouldn’t it benefit her more if she didn’t allow me the time to gather my thoughts to try and explain everything that has happened tonight? Although it could be a trap, if she has read me and my thought process she might be trying to lead me down a dangerous train of thought. Ah but how can I say that when I don’t know her any better than I know the owner of my favorite café? Gah it’s useless, it’s all useless! I can’t make sense of anything right now![/i] she mused, gritting her teeth tightly, feeling completely and totally powerless. Was there really nothing she could reason, nothing she could think of, and nothing she could deduce that allowed her to grasp what was going on?

I wish to deny her claims but I have nothing to fire back with,[/i] she mused morbidly in resignation, a loud sigh escaping her lips. Regardless of her inner turmoil though, Altima went to speaking once more, Aya looking back to her the resolve in her eyes slowly diminishing. What was said next didn’t exactly help matters, the witch closing in on her and getting ever closer to putting her in a total checkmate. Her heart throbbed painfully as the witch continued to speak in riddles, her mind a mess as she fell to her knees as if in submission. This was too much for her to comprehend, she was just a human not some divine being, she couldn’t fight back nor could she explain. IF she wished to deny everything she would have to explain, this fact causing her mental anguish as she clutched her head with both hands.

Is it really over?[/i] she thought as her eyes fell to the ground and her body seemed to lose all life, all resistance to this charade, Do I have nothing to strike back with? Does my journey end here? Will I never be able to see that comforting smile again and talk to Eve?[/i] she asked herself as she began to lift her head, parting her lips about to accept that she couldn’t understand Altima or ever hope to. Yet as the words were about to slip out of her mouth they got caught up in her throat, a voice in the back of her head stopping her. It was a familiar voice, one that she couldn’t mistake no matter the circumstance and a warm smile curved against her lips as she mouthed a single name.

So is that all it takes to make you give up huh Aya?[/i] the voice started, an angry look on the blonde girl’s face, as she narrowed her eyes at the former detective, Since when did you become so weak that a verbose punk like her can cause you to just give up? The Aya I know is much stronger than that and would never stop thinking if she couldn’t explain something immediately! The Aya I know would stand her ground and think, think, and think some more until she figured everything out! The Aya I know would never surrender to just this much and would never allow her mind to stop working![/i] the blonde girl shouted, Aya a little stunned by it. While it was within her character to lecture the former detective like this, she had never thought it be in something like a mind game. Indeed, that little girl always lectured her about many things but never before had her willpower been questioned, perhaps always having shown her mental fortitude. Yet the display she was putting on right now was just pathetic and with that in mind Aya shook the haze that was threatening to engulf her.

You’re right…[/i] she began speaking back to the mental image in her head as a small smirk curved against her lips, I’m not sure if I’m going insane since I’m seeing you in my head or if this is just a natural result of all the stress I’m under but it doesn’t matter. I’ll continue fighting and I won’t give up just yet… I won’t allow the witch the snatch victory that easily, no she’ll have to work much harder to beat me,[/i] she added, the blonde girl in her head satisfied with the response. Coming back to the real world, Aya stood back up as she slammed her fist on the table, her resolve back as well as her confidence, almost as if she were reborn much like a phoenix.

”It’s useless, it’s all useless!” she started, pointing her right index finger at Altima as she continued speaking, ”Of course I’ll deny all this twisted bullshit, you expect me to believe you have the power to revive? Get real, if such a thing were actually possible than I’m sure you wouldn’t be the only one nor do I believe that with that kind of power you couldn’t make me submit to you! Yet here I am still standing and ready to fight and with that said let me make my next move on this elegantly laid out chessboard!” she shouted, looking around the room for a moment. After taking roughly half a minute to organize her thoughts she would turn back to Altima, her resolute gaze directed towards her once again before speaking.

”Since you claim we’re in a “universe” where one truth alone does not exist than here’s my version of the truth on what has occurred tonight!” she started, once again pointing her right index finger at Altima, ”The wine I drank earlier has been spiked with some hallucinogen and like most hallucinogens it didn’t take an immediate effect. If it had, I would have easily suspected such a thing almost immediately after I snapped out of my stupor that I had been put in and your mind games wouldn’t have had any effect. Regardless, to then reinforce my delusions, you then ordered a few servants or perhaps familiars to pose as Heartless and attack me so that you could begin leading my train of thought where you wished it to be. This would explain why you had no sense of danger when they attacked for you knew without a shadow of doubt they wouldn’t attack you! That being noted, this also explains why the creature died in such an odd way uncharacteristic of Heartless. With such things happening before my eyes as the hallucinogen began to take effect, it would only be natural for me to begin seeing the numerous Heartless on the walls and everything else you have shown me. Even if you claim that you haven’t done so if more than one truth can exist in this “universe” then I claim that you are just a liar, another trait common for psychopaths,” she would spiel, taking a deep breath after her rather lengthy counter argument and releasing it in relief… although she did not let her guard down for even a moment.

No despite the confidence she had when she said all that it was simply conjecture in the end, all circumstantial evidence, nothing was really concrete. It was a diversionary tactic to hopefully get the witch off her back for a moment to allow her to really gather her thoughts and ponder on the events tonight. Even if it only bought her a second it was worth getting so heated up about it and perhaps she could continue throwing theories out. Yes, if she could continue throwing theories at the witch perhaps one would stick and she would be unable to refute it beyond any doubt. It was a shotgun like approach, an attempt to use several theories as to what was occurring to deny the witch’s claim of revival and her power. As long as Altima couldn’t make statements that were unequivocally the truth, then Aya could continue to use any theory that had a semblance of possibility.

Or if the blonde vixen was lucky and there could be more than one truth, even her baseless theory could hold ground in sight of this troublesome witch. If that were the case, perhaps she could rest at ease finally and not feel such an enormous amount of pressure from a girl who looked like she was still in the puberty phase. If such fickle theories could stop her then perhaps Aya truly could resist whatever attacks the witch made and live to see yet another day.

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[altima]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIONS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;] - Aegis was casted upon Aya Brea! - Aya Brea was stabbed from behind by Altima via a teleportation strike! (battle purposes) - Altima has vanished from the area via Master Teleportation! (story purpose)	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]The climax was here. A sight that had to be meticulously built up by the author, as to not disappoint the readers who trudged through the journey of the story. Aya had spoke her piece. One, Altima had to admit, was worthy of the role a bishop would carry. Moving about the chessboard in all ways but the original compass directions. It mattered not what the cause. The bishop was simply incapable of traversing rigidly towards its destination. Humes were exactly like that. Incapable of simply proceeding directly forth, trampling upon any who stood in their path; like the moving fortress known as the rook. Not without a bit of assistance, in which all forms of life would be capable of fulfilling that part. Everything had to be canted to a different side for humes. That sort of wavering provided a sense of insurance. Was it because even their own perception, was flawed? "Fufun~ That would make it too easy, wouldn't it Ms. Brea?" Altima responded, stifling a bit of laughter at the cop's recent outburst. A claim that was impressive, for a diversionary tactic commonly used in senseless debates between scholars. Rhetoric, after all, existed partially to fulfill that need. It was all just a shame really. Ms. Brea, who thought of this as a battle, was not prepared for the heat of war. A sensation that can and will come at any given moment. [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIVE EFFECTS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;] Cooldowns: - Disempower: 2/8	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Thus checkmate was claimed. Ms. Brea would notice a beautifully forged, silver sword protruding from the center-most area of her being. For in her excessive focus within the battle of logic, Altima never lost sight of the possible physical applications of force. Experience had taught her that there were many ways to execute the opposition, painfully reminded by the effects of conflict and discord. An old saying was that the pen was mightier than the sword, yet the one who composed such a saying obviously did not account for the various context that it has been applied to. He could go and define the greater picture from the comfort of his keep; safe from the harsh realities of those who clawed their way from the dark abyss of the pit. The sequence of events were pretty clear and straightforward. Altima warped away within a beacon of light and reappeared at Ms. Brea's backside. Ivalice's predatory lucavi led her into a trap with the word game, and pounced upon the opportunity once the opposition had dropped their guard. Even worse so, was the fact that the tactic wasn't even needed for this hume! It was a message to Ms. Brea, as she could would be feeling the very life escaping from her body at this point in time. Her essence bleeding onto the newly revealed fallen angel, clad in a red body suit and encasing her target within her pristine wings. Letting her free hand stroke the chilling skin of Aya's cheeks, Altima's deadly embrace came to the point where her hot breath batted against the detective's ears. "A psychopath am I? Perhaps I should play the role you continue to impose onto me Ms. Brea?" Altima whispered, twisting the blade to cause a jolt of pain to ring through. "Does this still feel like a hallucination my dear? Doth thou not realize the situation you were in the entire moment of standing in my company? Hume logic dictates to veer away from a dangerous situation does it not? Dare you deny the pain that soars through your core, and still deny the sights that you see? Surely you have not forgotten...that the tides of a fight can shift upon the single gesture?" [/style]
[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OTHERS[/style] [style= color: FFEAF2; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Song- Howling Moon	[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]She could feel the body go limp, as Death had begun to embrace its latest casualty into its mantle. Altima though, having enjoyed their little conversation, had a different plan in mind for the detective. Her victim was not dead, but merely at its gates. It would not count as a victory in her mind, to simply allow this wench to die from a sneak attack. While one could argue the fact that she had let her guard down to the point where the angel could claim Aya's backside, Altima saw the situation far differently. "Rest now Ms. Brea, as you become the very catalyst to the accusations you've pressed onto me. Take this moment to cross-examine what has occurred, and be renewed unto the dawning of enlightenment of my victory. You have earned at least this much." the harbinger quietly said, letting her slender fingers close the eyes of the slain detective. Under the clothing and pool of blood that Aya slept in, her chest's rise had slowed dramatically. As it struggled to rise one last time, Altima placed a lone feather from her wings onto the point where her sword had sunk into. Extracting the pristine weapon, the feather's magical charge flooded and bathed the woman within a shield-like aura. The trait of the Church's Aegis spell; something that Altima would need to cultivate the seeds of doubt in the detective. For within the list of benefits that the Aegis provided lied Reraise, capable of returning the dead to life if need be. An accusation that Aya had stated was impossible for her excellency, yet she would ironically be the one one who was subjected to this act of mercy! How would she react, upon realizing this? Would her expression be as satisfying as the paralyzing gaze of sheer terror that Ms. Brea showed earlier? The fallen angel had desired to await to see the fruits to her efforts, but she had other plans to attend to. Plans that required more care and attention to execute. As troubling as it was, Altima rose to a standing position to make her way out of the area. This castle required more preparation for the upcoming battle, one that will yield a newfound glory to her crusade. So with a release of her terrible presence to drive away the looming heartless, the angel warped away within a beacon of light to the deeper corners of this castle. 'For this will not be the last time our paths will encounter. I've no need to rush this development. [/style]

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[aya]

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actions: N/A
notes: Hope you enjoy
song: Dread Of The Grave[/style]
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[style=background-color: CABEB3; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: 362D25; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; border-top: AA9782 3px solid; border-bottom: AA9782 3px solid;] And with her theory shot out and her confidence returning, the former officer couldn't help but grin widely as she crossed her arms haughtily. Her gaze was directed at the witch now, the fear seeming to have completely left her body at this point, the horrors that had been presented explained. Or perhaps not explained, she had no proof of her claims after all but if nothing else it was a possibility and just that alone put her mind at ease. After all it wasn't like anyone was always right, perhaps what she said was wrong but until that was proven she could take solace in her theory. Until the witch disproved her theory with actual evidence or established rules to this game they were playing, she could remain confident. She had to anyway, if she lost herself to fear and hesitation once more getting back could prove impossible as she imagine the witch would pour salt in the wounds. It was doubtful the witch would provide her any reprieve and would continue assaulting her mind until her psyche was completely destroyed. Thus when the first set of words came out of the witch's mouth, Aya was more than ready to reply with a haughty answer.

"Well I don't believe you set any rules to this game we're playing right now so I'll take advantage of any chink in your armor that I can find," she started, her gaze growing more confident and resolute as Altima's laughter filled the room, "I'm nothing but a lowly human after all, if I didn't use under-handed tactics I would simply have no chance against you now would I?" she asked back, her words laced with sarcasm. While Aya did indeed acknowledge the difference in power between them, by no means was she about to let anyone walk all over her. She had a job to finish first and nothing was going to stop her, no Heartless, no Nobodies, no Unversed, and certainly not a prepubescent witch. Although that resolute gaze would suddenly disappear in a flash as within a moment the former detective would find herself impaled. Indeed, protruding out of her abdomen was a silver sword that upon seeing it took a moment for the blond to process what just happened. Or rather attempt to process it, the act had happened so fast she wasn't sure what happened but before she could hope to figure it out the pain kicked in.

Coughing a great amount of blood, the former officer would fall to her knees as she stopped herself from falling forward with her hands. Her palms slammed against the ground as her body shook immensely, agony soon spreading throughout her entire body. She had never been stabbed so cleanly before with a large blade no less although somehow she doubted prior experience would help. No, regardless of whether she had been stabbed before she was certain the same reaction would have come about, immense pain followed by disbelief. How could she have been so stupid? Why did she drop her guard? Why had she believed that this mind game would continue? Why had she believed that this witch would refrain from physical confrontation so long as Aya continued their mental battle? Why was so much blood pouring out of her wound? Why was her vision getting blurry? Why was her head completely hazy? Why was she beginning to become so cold? And why did she feel like her life was beginning to flash before her eyes?

Yet before she could contemplate what was going on any further it seemed the witch refused to allow her even a moment's reprieve. A hand brushed against her cheek, which one a mystery to the former officer as she felt the demon draw close to her. Mere inches separated the two now and Aya could feel the demon's breath traveling down her neck as she whispered into her ear. The words that escaped those thin lips were taunting her, provoking her, frustrating her, and filling her with a burning hatred. The more she heard that voice the stronger her desire to tear that mouth off grew and if she had the strength to even attempt that right now she probably would. She was forced to listen to it all as her life slowly drained out of her but as the final words escaped the witch's mouth, a smirk curved against her lips. Perhaps she was a bit delirious with all the blood loss, perhaps deep down the former officer wanted to die and be rid of all her problems, or perhaps she was just happy that she wouldn't have to entertain this brat any longer. Whether it was one or all of the above, the blond vixen couldn't help but get in one last snarky remark while she still had time.

"All I see right now is a brat who failed at the mind game she was trying to play and resorted to force out of frustration," she started, gagging on her own blood as she attempted to speak, "Although I won't deny that this hurts like hell," she added before everything finally went black and the pain seemed to have subsided... she was dead. Indeed, the Grim Reaper's icy grip had gotten a hold of her, coiling around her neck and the blond vixen unable to struggle free from its grasp. No one could escape the reaper's grip after all, it was one of the few certainties in life among the seemingly limitless uncertainties. No matter what, one could always be certain that their death would come sooner or later, perhaps upon their birth or when they had aged more than a century. It was an inescapable fate, every creature blessed with life would eventually perish either naturally or by someone else's hand. Immortality and the act of bringing back the dead were mere fantasies of lunatics who had fried their minds with drugs or brainwashed cultists. Such things simply weren't possible, so many complications were present in the very notion of immortality or revival and yet... such a thing would happen this very night.

Indeed, despite all rationality, despite all logic, despite all the things that humans believed to hold true, on that night a body would raise from the dead. The heartbeat that had seemed to stop would begin once more, taking slow and steady beats as it started back up. The breath that had seemed to all but vanish would begin escaping the lips of the woman laying in a pool of her own blood. And the skin of that corpse that had seemed to grow colder than ice would begin to warm up as blood began to pump through her veins once more. That body would then raise itself from the ground, managing to pick herself up by the edge of that table nearby. She was lightheaded despite her new-found vitality and it took her a moment to get a handle on her surroundings and what had happened. Upon looking at the puddle of blood she realized that she had bled profusely just a moment ago, an amount that would kill a human. Upon tracing her hand against her stomach she had realized that the wound had sealed up, leaving nothing but a scar behind. And upon piecing together these two pieces of information together she had realized the impossible had just been done, she had been slain... and revived.

"N-no..." she said to herself, falling to her knees as she clutched her head tightly, "It's simply not possible, it's useless, it's all useless!" she shouted as she tried to come to terms with this revelation. Within this universe there existed a being so powerful that even something as sacred as life was nothing more than a trivial matter for her. There existed a being so powerful that she could give life just as easily as she could rob someone of it. There existed a being so powerful that at any point could take the life she had given back away from her without a second th-

"Stop it," she spoke to herself, slamming her fist on the table. Doing so caused a great amount of pain to emerge in her abdomen from exerting herself, holding back a scream by gritting her teeth. Despite everything that had happened today, despite everything that she saw, and despite everything that she was told... she couldn't give in. Once again she had almost given into despair and had considered to stop rationalizing, to stop deducing, to stop thinking. It was such a tempting thing to do, it would be incredibly easy to simply accept what she had witnessed as the truth but... she couldn't. She couldn't accept all that as reality, there had to be a trick to it all, there had to be some way to pull everything off. There was no way that such a being could exist, she refused to believe that a being with such godly powers could ever truly exist. Something was going on, there was a deeper mystery to unravel behind all the smokes and mirrors and Aya was determined to find out what.

"Plus considering that she let me live..." she began to speak to herself as she limped out of the dining room attempting to escape this terrifying castle, "I somehow doubt this will be the last I see of her,"

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