Nisahime

A sudden discharge of white light sees the sand pile turn to solid glass, before it shatters like a window. She'd perch her lips as she sees that weapon of its wielder rip across the chamber and pin the creature against the back wall. "Well done~" She'd chirp in the most motivational monotone she could offer, but underneath it there was some honest enthusiasm. After all that weapon was bestowed for a very real reason, Brionac seemed to be growing in his clutches quite readily although it still seemed a bit too much for him to handle. It was probably only operating at a sheer percentage of its

Still cradling little Shiina, Morrighan's attention peeled so eagerly toward the newly formed sinkhole. "We did, and yet they always blindly watch the horizon and fail to see what's directly in front of them." The woman continues petting the girl almost like a cat, hearing the sounds of battle in that subterranean pit show that they had found what was inside it. "Hows it coming down there? Having fun?" The woman goads with a smile before looking down to Shiina still riding her lap. "You think they need a hand?" to which the girl would reply with a sharp twist of her head denoting no. That answ

Sat upon the quilt with the little songstress, who was all grins ear to ear she'd lock eyes with Raidou who seemed the most interested. "You know I wont bite that hard..." She tilts her head toward her left shoulder, causing that ivory hair of hers to trickle down off of it in strings. "Why so serious all the time? Its bad for your health." Morrighan's attention twists for her to look at Shiina and share that same chipper smile, raking her hand through the girls hair who chirps in response. "I know you want answers, all want answers. But there are some questions one should refrain from seeking

Sitting on the blanket filled with food the woman looks on and watches all of there little forms of show and tell. It would appear as though she was inspecting them just like the sandwich, learning and understanding all the little things that made them tick. Attack after attack, a block here and a skill there. "Interesting, it seems there are imposed limitations on your abilities." The woman murmurs, without a concern to speak her mind and yet it isn't spoken for their benefit. The volume would elude to as much. The crab detonates into a sudden explosion, proving that they had zero issue dispa

As the group would charge off leaving her and Raidou locked in a staring contest, she'd walk up to him within a foot. "Nice picnic..." Leaning past him and taking a closer inspection, as if there wasn't an inch of concern within her in the slightest. "You all surely seem to know how to eat." That playful exchange before she'd move to the place and take a seat. Grabbing a sandwich and giving it the strangest inspection, even tilting it a couple times. Eventually she works out how its supposed to be 'used' and takes a single nibble, managing a bite down as she'd tilt her head. "So, odd... Quite

Folded arms as she'd eye from the brush, sporting a mischievous smile as her agents had found themselves a moment of relaxation. "It would seem, that your timing impeccable." Her voice would raise as she'd begin to bridge the gap, catching the expressions on some of their faces seem to shift. But her stroll doesn't stop as they seem to adjust, some a little curious and others taken aback. "Now now... best not be hasty." She'd check on as some were attempting to gear up. "But I suggest you continue that thought..." The woman offers as she gestures with a point toward the far end of the beach. "

A tilt of the womans head, the distance between them built again. The wanderer and his allies chose to stand together in what could very well be their final moments, instead of seeking answers to questions. "Well done." The woman offered in a coy tone, just as playful as always. "It seems there is still some fight left in you three. There will be a time for answers, but those answers will be paid on my terms." Morrighan looked on to them and their focused attentions. Her voice carrying into the vacuum at a much greater volume. "Leave this place, and learn patience." The woman twists and for a

A simple walk, as the creatures within this place paid her no mind. They did not seek what she was, and if given the chance they would not be able to harm her like the others. The sudden sounds of footsteps at her back causes her to turn around. Looking plainly at the wanderer, clad in his red robe and grimacing. Clearly putting everything he had into bridging the gap, seeking answers even to his own peril. "You were warned." The woman goads moments before the wave of black seems to make him vanish. Sharpened claws within that mass cutting into his digital skin like paper, yet his wounds closi

A pause as hit after hit behind her casts glows within nothing, like existence where there was none. Light in the darkness, and a dramatic pursuit of truth through roads untraveled. The woman would look over her shoulder to see the three earnestly trying to fight against the tide, the deep nothing that threatened to swallow them whole. Nearly none could walk upon this place unscathed, and their actions were proving that fact. "You all seem so determined, but for how long? Will you sacrifice your life to chase the unknown. Or accept a happy but ignorant bliss. There are some questions that are

Somber footfalls within the walls of the void, with intense and purposeful steps she can hear the yelling and screaming at her back. "Not wise, to walk the halls of nothing." she ushers back but does not turn to face them, this was no place for them to be following behind her, else the void would stare back at them. Celeste seemed the first through and was the first to be attacked by that which whispers within emptiness. They coveted the girls spark, her life and her warmth. It was beyond what they could enjoy for they were not of the place they were accustomed. Instead it was the absence of a

As the players dealt with the newly joined hostile, the woman would continue to back away toward the window pane. Once her back touches the rim, she would turn and place her right hand on it. "Thanks for the aid fare heralds, but it would be best if I were on my way. Fate waits for no man." The irony was not lost on the statement, and as she'd look out the window Morrighan leaps over the side. What follows is a shadow cast on the floor from the moonlight and the sound of beating wings. In an instant, the woman is outside the tower in the grass where they first met eyes but roles reversed.

Watching on as the players would ascend the tower, it wouldn't be but a short instant before the door began to rattle. "Quite quick, I must applaud you." The woman will remark as the door snaps open in a violent display and a shower of splinters. "But, there's one slight problem." She'd remark as she'd turn and point to a door off to her right, letting go of the book she was panning. That door swings open and a familiar face walks through: The witch of the west. Right on queue. "I suppose I will leave you to it." Morrighan goads as she plucks a singular black feather from a table. A twist of h

In the upper floors of the tower the witch had yet to come from up above, but somehow the woman had slipped past all forms of locks that would keep her out. Moving papers about and carefully studying in quick passes. It would be clear she was looking for something, and as she scours she happens upon a book in leather. It had a grim appearance to it, almost demonic in origin. Morrighan scoffs, taking to the cover and flipping it open. Whatever safeguards in place prevented her not. "How, juvenile..." She judged with a murmur. The sudden explosion below causes a hanging lantern to sway. "Would y

The smile remains as she plays silent audience once again. Players seemed to strike hard and fast with the sudden acknowledgement of one of their own in danger. "There's the fire, I knew I saw smoke." The woman bellows to the empty stage, lifting her hands as if this was the final act. "You have served your purpose quite amicably." the white haired woman offers as her gaze shifts to Piasuhon with that same deadened yet plastered smile. It was just as playful as always, but carried with it a sinister connotation. Piasuhon shutters, as black continues to pour out of its eyes and mouth. Its stren

Clicking her tongue as two of the three seemed so readily stuck in a stupor. "I thought ye better then that, hearts on borrow are hearts the same? What strikes the iron that held such ready chains? Armor stained in crimson, and wings clipped? Yet still I find you here? How did you get here? What forces at play could contain you here?" That voice seemed irritated and yet encouraging. Eyes lose their luster as she'd keep her barred smile. "I suggest you aid the immigrant before she finds herself at the mercy of such a creature." She gestures her hand up and both players heads would turn to see a

Step after glorious step, without concern the white haired woman seems to circle them all. The beast shutters, and the players pant. Such a magnificent display of bravery. She saunters toward the beast, running her hand along its side as it falters. It slides in aggression at her embrace. "Now now." she offers it as her eyes flare in a faint silver. "A brilliant display" She offers the players that had invaded the arena and barked and blew the place asunder. "But will it last? Show me how the chains that adhere to your hearts have remained. Allow me to see the potency of your contract." She'd

<<Started on Floor 22>> In the bounds of the arena, the woman had haphazardly wandered in without a lick of concern. As she'd wander within the dust, the droning crowd finding no purchase on her hearing. Leaning low, she'd find her quarry and her real interest. A smile paints across her face, as she leans low and collects the single black feather that sat there. Spinning it in her fingers, it twirls before it vanishes in a flash of white light. To some hidden pocket. The white hair on her head seems to pour past her shoulders, like a waterfall in a rainforest. "Cute." She quips a

Taking her exit as Freya would struggle to find the strength to stand, simply releasing the scythe sees it turn to a vapor. The maiden takes stock of her surroudings and is met with a league of tired looking faces, and she locks eyes with Eruda. It was just as playful as before, was this what the girl was hoping for? A front row seat into the demons of her companions? "Now the twins have seen the truth." speaking to the story as if a participant or a member of the audience. Eventually, her sights set on the last within this field, the very same that had brought the others. “Fractured and

A flick of her wrist and that Yomi disappears, added to a pile of freshly plucked apples in subspace. "I could tell you that I am exhausted, or that this wasn't delightful. That would be lie." It was clear she was pleased, after all this was a regular feast and her strength was growing nigh exponentially in tune with the newly formed contracts. Trailing away with that same almost unfeeling walk, as Sam collapses under the weight of being shoved a new power she'd never imagined. One that she held and yet never had seen. Slinking behind Freya, a pair of arms sliding around her neck and down her

The slightly audible crunch of grass underfoot, that occasionally gives view to a pair of pristine feet. Although it felt as though time carried on, not a single change in the environment. As if everything was halted, and in one's stomach a warmth mixed with almost the feeling of being weightless and unhindered. "My My Eruda, for whatever purpose would you need to invade anothers dreams?" There was a coy twist to her tone, as if silently judging the girl. "It is not something done lightly, after all free will is one of the strongest contenders despite how solid ones destiny is. Where a path le

Walking through the long, winding halls of a labyrinth, the white hair parades past her shoulders. The woman drags an outstretched hand against the stone pillars that surround her. Dust collecting on her palms, the click of her heels against the cobble. "What an intriguing turn of events. It would appear that even beyond those trapped by fate. That those around them can alter it. Control over one's destiny, and defying it for another. Normally, that would lead to the forfeit of something. And yet, they shared the debt, as if cheating the cost. What a pleasant, unforeseen exchange." Peering up

Finding a place in that grass to take a seat of her own, the white dress draping and billowed out in a spray. Slender white legs take to a fold, as her back pressed against that large tree. With intensity, a simple yet almost commanding stare into Eruda as she offers, thanks. It was as if she would not accept it, for it wasn't her doing that had brought this about. After all, they were beside fate and not a part of it. "I am always watching. Always listening." That face gains a smile in an almost playful flavor. She'd shut her eyes, as if she was going to rest. To see, one needed to dream.

Rounding the base of that tree, dragging a slender hand across the bark. A woman with white hair, with a composed stare as she stared into the face of the boy in her domain. On the messenger's call, she'd look at this child almost with curiosity and interest. After all, for so long she spoke, and he could not hear her. "This might be easier at first, belief comes to those that can see. I would ask what you see, child?" That same snapping of brush, gently bending as she moved more into plain view. Basking in the glow and although the colors would seem off from memory, the face was undeniab

A glance back over her shoulder toward the truth staring back at her, finding the pair of rich blue eyes of Takeshi tried. "Then we can begin, only by releasing such hopes of a burden of proof can you truly experience freedom. A simple peer through a mirror was all it took for him to seek me out. I heard a murmur in the dark, something begging for a way to become realized. A heart wishing to become birthed again. Yet it is still divided, curious indeed." The very notion of broken destiny that took two separate paths. What would uniting them bring, and would the heart and mind survive such a me

That sharp gaze still fixated focused down on fighters, still battling it out with tenacity. "Fun, or testing their mettle? Testing their strengths and their reliance. They aspire hope in one another, understand one another far better than any conversation could ever convey." As she lifted that empty cup with an index and thumb, she'd move it to her lips again, as if pretending something was there. "What of you?" The woman looked over as if expectant of some answer, a bit of almost a mischievousness to her tone. "Could you stand with them? Fight in that mixture of blood and sweat." A glin