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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 10, 2021 20:57:43 GMT -8
Trigger Warning: Self-HarmWR stood on the banks, staring at the moonlit ocean while waves gently crashed into the shores and rolled back. It was a sight that many would find calming and relaxing, and normally, so would WR. But recently, the plagues in their mind had been shrouding their sense of purpose, and they were losing direction, leaving them terrified and confused. They knew what they wanted to accomplish, and how they were going to do so, but it felt like everything was slipping out of reach... like they were too slow... too weak... No, they were just making excuses. They held up their hands and stared at them, briefly, before collapsing into the mounds of sand below, allowing their body to effortlessly tumble down the hill. When they hit the bottom, they ignited into crimson red flames, and they bellowed a heart wrenching screech. They rolled onto their hands and knees and ferociously punched the ground, then again, and again, and again... until they couldn't feel that hand anymore. "FUCK!" They growled, ramming their head into the sand, where they would collapse again. The flames disbursed around them, and their body fell cold again. That was when the tears came. Second Skin: WR's body is set ablaze into pure visible energy, appearing as red fire, which creates an afterimage that repeats all of their physical actions at a one second delay. The afterimage burns whatever it touches, dealing 100% of their ENG stat as damage. The fire changes colors based on their emotions. Additionally, they gain 50% immunity to all fire based effects.
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Post by Leif Adamson on Jan 12, 2021 20:38:45 GMT -8
Leif found herself just... walking. Aimless. It felt strange, having no one to run from anymore. Stumbling upon life as it came at her. No goals. Nothing.
She was wandering the beach when the fire started. She followed it more out of boredom than anything else, and wasn't particularly surprised to find a person at the root. She tilted her head, staring at them, and waited until they burnt themself out before approaching.
"Hey..." she murmured, crouching down to look over the stranger. "Tears seem kind of counter productive after a fire like that."
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 13, 2021 8:39:28 GMT -8
WR was seconds away from igniting again when they heard a voice that wasn't their own. They pulled their head out of the sand and shook their hair out wildly before turning to her, their eyes heavy with anger.
"The hell do you want?" They snapped, clenching their teeth harshly. Their words were aggressive, but their tone told the story of a thousand years' suffering.
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Post by Leif Adamson on Jan 13, 2021 9:46:01 GMT -8
Leif remained crouched, obviously unbothered by the rage in their eyes. She tilted her head to one side, those once brilliant blues slightly dull.
"Nothing. You seem to want something, though. You okay down there?"
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 13, 2021 11:16:13 GMT -8
"Do I fuckin' look okay?" They growled, lurching from the mounds of sand until they finally touched solid ground. Their right hand was terribly bruised, purple and bleeding, and their left arm had fresh cuts all over. They appeared to be self inflicted.
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Post by Leif Adamson on Jan 13, 2021 11:53:14 GMT -8
Leif looked over the marks, but remain unphased by the stranger's temper.
"No. You don't. If you did, I wouldn't be asking. You got a way to disinfect those." She nodded towards the open wounds.
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 13, 2021 14:16:18 GMT -8
"No, I don't," They grunted, practically ripping the sleeve over their arm, wincing at the pain it caused their hand.
Sparks would start to fly out of their hair as they turned back to the woman.
"Why are you still here?"
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Post by Leif Adamson on Jan 13, 2021 14:50:46 GMT -8
Leif couldn't help but chuckle. Obviously, this person was used to scaring people away, or at least getting their way.
"Why not?" She murmured with a little shrug. "You need to calm down, somehow. Not like you don't already know that. Wanna talk about it?"
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 13, 2021 15:05:20 GMT -8
WR growled, clenching their teeth and balling their fists. The atmosphere around them quickly got hot, and they looked like they were seconds away from exploding...!
Instead of fully igniting, WR focused the energy into their fists, causing them to set ablaze. They weren't trying to scare this woman off, but it was the easiest way for them to release energy without hurting themself.
"Look, I got my problems, and I'm sure you got yours. So do us both a favor and leave me the hell alone, will you?"
Clearly, they didn't want to talk.
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Post by Leif Adamson on Jan 13, 2021 15:27:27 GMT -8
Leif balanced an elbow on one knee and rested her head in her hand, watching the fire that danced across WR's knuckles. For a moment, she seemed almost... mesmerized by it. It was beautiful, in the way all fires were. She chuckled and gave a shake of her head, using her free hand to pull a pack of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket. She freed one for herself, sticking it between her lips, and offered the pack to the stranger.
"Want one? We don't have to talk if you don't want to. Doesn't really bother me either way. Just don't light my whole pack on fire, if you don't mind. I'm not totally sure where to get more, yet, and I've only got two more packs at my place."
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 13, 2021 18:36:09 GMT -8
The fire around WR's fists disbursed, and they narrowed their eyes at the woman. They could tell she had been around the block a few times, and no reaction to their Qi? She was definitely from the old world.
They huffed deeply, snatching the pack from her hand and turning toward the ocean. They would start walking toward it without a word.
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Post by Leif Adamson on Jan 13, 2021 19:13:49 GMT -8
Leif watched as the stranger stood up, wandering off with her pack of smokes. As far as she was concerned, that was practically an invitation to follow. She shrugged, standing up and fishing her Zippo from her pocket. Lighting her smoke, she put the Zippo back and turned to keep pace with WR.
She stared out at the ocean as it lapped at the beach and, true to her word, did not try to strike up a conversation. Within moments, it was obvious that she was almost eerily comfortable in silence.
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 13, 2021 19:35:28 GMT -8
WR collapsed to their knees where the tide met the shore, throwing their legs out to assume an Indian style position. They sighed deeply, plucking a cigarette out of the box and lighting it with the tip of their finger.
They tossed the box in Leif's direction and stuck the cigarette in their mouth.
"Thanks."
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Post by Leif Adamson on Jan 13, 2021 19:46:39 GMT -8
She caught the pack without even a glance, pocketing it as she sat down, a few feet away from WR.
"No problem, man," she murmured, taking a deep drag off her own. "Nicotine helps soothe the soul."
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 13, 2021 19:54:18 GMT -8
WR stared blankly at the ocean, thoughtlessly puffing away at the cigarette. They sat in silence for a few minutes, breaking their trance only to flick the ashes away.
They sighed again.
"WR. Figure I at least owe you a name."
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