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[center][color=662d91]Kusari Bloodworth[/color][/center]
In the midst of agonizing pain Kusari's bloodshot eyes winced as the sky brightened. Was she dying? Why was it suddenly so bright and where was the tunnel she'd always heard about? Her chattering teeth stopped as she forced her mouth shut and closed her eyes. As if, she wouldn't die that easily. Nothing in life was easy, in contrast everything about death was. You no longer existed, there was no need to feel misery, happiness, sadness, nothing. Of course she couldn't get off that easily. 

[color=f7976a]"Kusari, what do you want to be when you grow up?"[/color] 

A man's voice rang against the dull corners of her mind like a dust covered bell. Why was she remembering her father now?

[color=f7976a]"You want to be an artist like your old man huh? Well I should warn you, us artists have to suffer for our art."[/color]

[color=662d91]That's right, he'd said something like that once hadn't he? Just how much talent must I have by now...[/color] Kusari thought.  

She opened her eyes, and was shocked to see that she was somewhere else. Water, there was water all around her. At her feet, above her and behind. It was as if she were inside an empty cube of air under the ocean. She couldn't quite place why, but it looked familar. She took an uneasy step forward, and her right leg sunk into the water. She struggled to pull it out, when the sound of her father's laughter run in her mind once more.

[color=f7976a]"As expected of my daughter. Well when you draw that masterpiece that can ease an artist's suffering, I'd like to be the first to see it."[/color] Her father's voice faded, and Kusari stopped struggling. She'd forgotten that bit, maybe because it was too embarrassing to remember. 

[color=662d91]"I don't want anyone to suffer for art, I want art to make everyone happy."[/color] She repeated the words she'd spoken as a child, it all seemed so ridiculous now. Her leg eased back out of the water, and she only just now noticed how dirty she was, covered in grime. But the ocean had cleaned her leg, made it look perfect...

Kusari opened her eyes once more, someone's crying face was hovering over her. It was Emma. [color=8A3DFF]"Kusari... it's..."[/color] She looked like she was about to say something, but she stopped. Instead she spoke to her, asking if there was any way she could help. Kusari tried to speak, but only ended up spitting up blood. She spat it away from Emma, and looked back to her. 

[color=662d91]"That's... Better. Platitudes... Useless."[/color] She barely managed to speak, her throat still feeling as if she'd swallowed a container of rusty razor blades. Before Kusari could try to actually respond, Emma went to action herself, using her power to summon creatures and command them to stop the doll that was headed their way. [color=662d91]"I... can get up."[/color] Kusari muttered, holding the cloth on her neck herself and standing to her feet. Her... feet?

She looked down at her legs, and her eyes widened in disbelief. She had only tried to stand because it was second nature, the last time she checked her leg was barely attached to her body, and now in it's place was something she was having a hard time believing was there. At first glance it looked like the leg of a raptor, however the three claws were crimson red and gleamed like polished steel, and her skin still appeared smooth, albeit a bit bulkier. She took a step back and wobbled like a newborn fawn, the new limb not only looked alien it felt it too. What the hell was she supposed to do with this?