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Violet was bouncing around her house, a smile on her face as she moved around setting up a wide variety of ingredients. She'd caught some fresh Ragout Rabbit, along with a few dire boars and some wild greens. There were a few baskets of fresh fish and crabs, most of the critters still wriggling and alive. Nothing like a basket of fresh seafood to make you feel better about life! Akame was chirping away, chasing a wild rabbit around outside the window. Violet had decided to invite Freyd over to her house, and she was absolutely excited to meet his girlfriend. She busied herself prepping

Violet paused when asked about what she was trying to teach Akame. "I've been teaching her to learn how to track chests~" she said, looking over at her friend with a smile. "Akame loves to get into just about anything, so I decided I'd get her to put that to good use so we both could get some goodies from her shenanigan's~" a peaceful co-existance that allowed them to gather the things that they both needed to survive. Better gear and better items made her survival chances go up. She liked this pace much better than the bitter song and dance they'd been going through earlier, a pleasant s

Violet glared at him, her tone laced with venom as she spoke. "You think I don't know who killed my friends..?" she hissed, "I know what got them killed, I simply never noticed the 'Why'. Why would those specific people go after those specific friends. Raidou told me about that book, that list in it, and I told him he better get cracking on the 'Amends' part. He has quite a bit of work to do. And so do you if you plan on continuing his work." The anger in her veins hissed, white hot with rage and coiled like a snake ready to strike its prey. "The walls have ears, and I have eyes thanks to

Violet watched Freyd shift his appearance again, his appearance changing to a rather unassuming look, paired with mousy hair and bright red eyes. She quietly fiddled with her menu, before pulling out a styling kit. "You get to use smoke and mirrors to change yourself... I have to rely on a more traditional method." She tapped a few menu's with her free hand, sliding a bottle of inky black liquid into the first one, and fiddling with some of the settings with the other. A few moments later, her hair changed to a raggedy mop of curly black hair, just barely reaching her chin. "I used to sty

"Pink knight, huh..? wooow, sure haven't heard that one before." she grumbled, rolling her eyes at Nari. "At least I know you're gonna be somewhat entertaining to the other Clearers. Much more lively than people like Calrex or Shield... hell, probably even rai now that I think about it." She thought about the brunette, and his stoic-yet-banter-filled disposition during the less serious moments of the Raid she'd participated in. The fighting would easily get boring if they didn't have their banter, though hopefully it didn't end up like what occured during the Gabrandr raid. if she had to witne

TW: Mentions of Suicide "Freyd..." the mask vanished from her hand, her brows furrowed. "The name Akame... it quite literally means red eyes." she tapped her face, her fingers ghosting over her deep red irises. "These were the color of my eyes in the real world. I named her for our shared quality, that small piece that reminds me of my home." She paused for a moment, her hands stilling over the scarred flesh that marred her face. "The boy I knew back then, the one that helped me find her... his name was Evac." She could still picture that poor boy, the one who'd had his life cut so d

"Maybe we see each other plainly enough that those illusions are no longer necessary, at least when it's just us." Violet tilted her head, blinking. "As feasible as that sounds... its most likely not the case." she said carefully, her tone neutral. "You probably won't see me like this again, especially not in public. I'm frail, fragile... just like a pane of paper-thin frost, just begging to be shattered by a careless hand." she nodded at his apology, humming. "I already told you, I can't blame you for that. All I'll ask is that you be more careful with your words, ok? not everyone is as under

♫ Violet kept clinging to montjoy, her shoulders shaking a bit. She felt like she had finally reached a decent understanding with Freyd... or rather, Montjoy, and she didn't want that moment to pass. The bitter ache was dulling, the painful burning underneath the frost had finally faded away, leaving nothing but a soft warmth. "I will... thank you, Montjoy." She could hear the line reeling, spinning out of control in Freyd's grip. She could feel him tense up in her grip, wiggling a bit. "Uh... why are we hugging?" his words were confused, something that didn't exactly surprise V

Violet felt a surge of fury suddenly rise up in her heart at Montjoy's words. Psychotic? Sociopathic? Neither of those came to mind when she peered at the boy in front of her, not even when Freyd was the pilot. "Doctors like that are the reason they even keep people like me on call." she hissed, her hands dropping from her head as she looked up at him, eyes burning red-hot with fury. "Psychologists, first and foremost, are supposed to help their patients. Not exacerbate the problems by being self-righteous dickheads, and pretending there's smoke and flame when there isn't anything there at all

Violet watched Freyd shiver, his appearance shifting slightly to match a slightly different person. the other person that was staring her down seemed to be... just another facet of the man she'd met. "It's... nice to meet you, Montjoy." she said quietly, her voice still detached and distant. "s'okay, i guess... I know he's not really doing it on purpose." there wasn't really anything that she had to say to this part of Freyd, he was just... another piece of him. Just another part that she wasn't understanding. Violet looked up at him, frowning. "Do... do you have a grudge against doctors.

"Sounds like things are getting worse for you, not better. Would it be fair to guess that your efforts to have people find peace in simple living is a bit of proxy projection? You can't find peace in yourself, so you're looking to help others find it in theirs?" Violet felt oddly cold at Freyd's comment in regards to getting worse, her mind numbing itself. "I would prefer you not assume about my reasonings for asking you to try and live a normal life." she said quietly, her voice sounding somewhat hollow. "I'm trying to respect your own, so please extend that same courtesy to me, Freyd.

Violet frowned, looking closer at Freyd. it really was hard to tell what he was thinking at any given moment, and it was honestly making her worried to even try to continue this train of thought. The detached way he'd responded earlier was starting to feel more like a quiet plea for her to stop talking about it. God, this was part of what she hated when she'd been called in to do psych evaluations. There was nothing that she could say or do to make it feel like she wasn't trying to categorize someone into a box, and leave it there. Granted, that was why she was there most of the time... but he

Violet hummed in agreement. "That's very fair, you would know yourself the best." she replied, "I'm just trying to run through some possible disorders that could be making you feel that way, but the more likely ones are super rare, even if you do show the proper markers for them. I'm not going to tell you that what you're feeling is wrong, since that's kind of rude... but I will, instead, kindly suggest that you seek out a few therapists once we actually make it out of this shitty game, ya dig?" she could think of two types of disorders that could cause it, one of which you were born with, the

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Violet sighed, shaking her head at Freyd. Once again she was hitting a brick wall, and it was still just as frustrating as before. "Freyd, you're human." she said sharply, pointing her half eaten honey bun in his direction. "Stop trying to convince yourself otherwise. Emotions come differently to all of us, and so do attachments. Trauma, too. Everyone copes with it differently, not a single person is the same in that regard. You're just different, and that's not something you should be ashamed of. Besides, If we were all cookie-cutter critters, reacting the same way as everyone else... then we

Violet was pretty sure that the boss was actively giving her a good ol staredown, a bead of sweat dripping down her cheek. Even though the raid formation was pretty tightly knit, and well rounded, she couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated. This was a bossfight after all, even a single misstep could lead to someone getting killed. Out of everyone, if she got hit, she'd be feeling it acutely until her armor kicked in with its special regeneration. Until then, she'd be hurting. "Bite me you overgrown scaly cuck!" she snapped, before charging forward with a flash of blue and purple. If

Violet smiled, pleased that Freyd was finally starting to understand her. "Not everyone enjoys it when someone just plays pretend, you know?" she said dryly, "Humans crave genuine connection, and its a little hard to connect when the other person refuses to fully engage. I like to try and put a lil' bit of effort forward, it does wonders for making people understand I'm not a robot, but an actual person." Even though she felt like a robot just going through the motions sometimes, she did at least try to keep it together enough that people could tell she half-ass cared about them. It was the le

"Maa... you're gonna ask me for advice, and then poke fun at me for giving you my honest opinion?" she snarked, leaning her head to the side. " Altruism doesn't mean shit if nobody else is willingly going to comply with it. Buuut, I guess I can tell you something else since you're so kindly asking me what advice I'm willing to give, I'll try with a third one - Don't be afraid to rely on people. That means don't push someone away when you're hurting, and ESPECIALLY don't do that to your loved ones. If you're hurting, tell them." Violet was fairly certain that Elora would appreciate having

Violet took a mental note of the name that had passed his lips. Elora, she'd have to remember that name. The anger was still bubbling in her heart, the frustration having gotten worse thanks to his laughter. Was she really just being stubborn for no reason..? Was that why she felt like she was dancing around in circles. Akame nuzzled her face into her cheek, a sigh escaping her throat. God, she probably sounded like a fool. "Just... ugh. Give me a minute, I need to chew on that." She flopped backwards, landing flat on her back with a tired look of frustration plastered across her face. "O

Violet barked out a laugh when Freyd abruptly told her to stop dodging the question he'd tossed her, the sheer gall of the other man to ask that of her after all this time. "I could say the exact same to both of you, you know?!" she hissed, her eyes burning. "I'll keep dancing and weaving so long as you two decide you want to play those stupid games, and treating things like a puzzle when they're fucking simple. And don't you DARE pretend like you two haven't. I might not be able to keep up with you two on the field, but my mind is just as good as both of yours, and I keep it as sharp as the c

"Because you're afraid of losing us too? So far as I know, Itzal and Jon are still around. Did you push them away for fear of losing them?" an innocent question, spoken out of genuine concern it seemed. "I wish that were it." she said flatly, looking over at Freyd with a scowl. "They both promised they'd stick around, they promised they'd stay with me. They lied to my face, and I haven't seen them since. I don't think I can find it in myself to forgive either of them for doing that to me." Itzal, she'd understood. He'd gone down a dark path after what went down with their old guild, th

"But something still seems to be missing from this discussion: who or what gives you reason to live?" Violet let looked over at Freyd, a neutral look on her face. What was she living for... what was she living for. A few years ago, she'd probably just say that she was already gone. Dead and buried, just like Declan was, just like most of the friends she'd made here. She hadn't been living back then, and it had shown in her behavior. Constantly forcing a smile, faking a laugh or two... that bitter pain that clung like a vicious shroud that ate away at her insides, begging her to give up. F

"Thanks for the pick-me up!" she called out, her blade biting into Wushen's flesh once more. She hadn't even realized she was almost halfway through her energy reserves, the emulated straining of her body to keep up urging her to take it back a notch. Even a seconds worth of hesitation could be lethal, something that could get each and every one of them killed. As she pulled back this time, she could see the health bar of the giant dragon as it loomed above their group. a wince crossed her face as she saw Freyd get buffeted by the massive dragon. Even though he was on tank duty, that stil

"You want us to live, but that means taking the risks that go with it. Whether we die by the hands of some raid boss or the nerve gear losing power while we sleep, there are no certainties. We'll all end up going at some point." Violet wilted into herself even further, letting out a weak laugh. Her fear was not of them dying, it was of them dying young. it was a fear that her parents had instilled in her for a long time. Even Akane had gotten in on it, chiding her constantly for her pitiful death wish. "Live your life, Violet. Don't waste it grieving, and fearing what comes next." Her b

Violet listened as freyd spoke of his experiences, his pain, his desperate fight against countless fragments from a long forgotten past. Her hand ghosted over her menu, scanning for something, just one item in particular that she'd had for so long that she'd actually begun to forget. A few moments later, a battered, worn rapier tumbled out of the air, landing in her outstretched hands. The blade, despite being chipped, was still sharp, and detailed intricately. It was nothing like Lament, the sooty black blade at her side... but it was the very first one that she had ever truly wielded. S