You try to focus your eyes, to see what the witch looks like.

It has a long face, like a lupus, and a white robe.

You feel

sleepy


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Horoma: "My mom. The kidnappers. The facility staff. The people who wiped Matis's memories."

Horoma: "The only reason I was born was for some breeding product or experiment or whatever. My mom treated me like a pet.

I... burned the house down, with her in it. My dad left me. I ran away.

Got caught by some underground organization that kidnapped and sold girls for breeding.

We were 'liberated' by some chirop military group, and some of us got shipped to the Heartstone facility. I was one."


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You can't stay awake

You drift off

into darkness




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Uhhh, armor removal. There's a faint square icon in the bottom left corner with a gear on it, you use your synchronization setup to press that, and there's an option to open up the armor, either entirely or by a specific part.

Popping open the helm, you shove an apple wedge in your mouth and chew. Juicey, slightly tart.

Monk: "So. You guys throw stuff at badguys?"

Black Mage 1: "Pretty much. We can swing at 'em too, and make barriers. Shooting from really far away is more efficient, though. What about you?"

Monk: "Punching and kicking."

Black Mage 1: "Kinetics?"

Monk: "I think so."

Black Mage 1: "You 'think?' "

Monk: "I mean, I never really learned the proper terms, I guess. Magic that does physical moving and stuff. That's kinetics, right?"

Black Mage 1: "Yeah."


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Let's see - you'll be needed when they retrieve Emiel and get him to crack the security on Ultima.

You're currently in the house in the living room, with just Kuori.

>No. THIS CANNOT BE.

>Get angry. Punch the darkness in the face, then grab it in a chokehold until it lets me wake up again.


...in other words, futilely have angry dreams. ;_;

zzz






You open your eyes and feel, normal again. Sorta. Something still feels off, but you no longer feel like you're in some wear dream state. No more weird colors, either.

Looking around, you seem to be in a white tent with bright orbs of light floating around. The bed you're lying on feels comfy.

Three people are in the tent - two humans, and a lupus. All wearing white robes.

Lupus: "How are you feeling?"



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Silence.

Horoma: "Aucupe and Emiel. They're the only people I care about."