[center][h2][color=007236]Eve - Dragon Fang Guild Hall[/color][/h2][/center]

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The Necromancer was surprised, even in shock as Michael continued screaming at her about the horrendous problems she had been causing. At the end of his rant, Eve didn't really know what to say or even do at the moment, she was just standing there, dumbfounded. Her body was stiff, Eve's fragile conscious trying to understand the situation at hand here. This boy had basically told her that what she had been doing was wrong, that all of her helping was merely just torturing the souls of the dead and keeping no one happy. No one was happy. The thought of keeping smiles on people's faces was the only thing keeping her fragile mind from shattering, the only reason that she hasn't gone bat shit insane from the years of loneliness and pain. The two ideas inside of her mind collided inside of her head, vying for dominance inside of her conscious, and deep inside of the pit within her soul, something was waiting patiently. 

Eve started to shakily back away from Michael and Uriel, she didn't feel like herself, she didn't want to acknowledged that all she has done had just been harming her family and friends. The village, had all she done was just torture them? Had all she done was keep them in constant misery and agony while she thought that they were having fun? Were their emotionless faces just them being unhappy!? Eve started to clutch the sides of her head, the fighting in her head grew intense causing her mind to scatter, and thinking only bringing further pain into her head. [color=007236]"You... I..."[/color] Eve couldn't handle the pressure anymore, her mind was trying its best to stay happy but it couldn't anymore. The thought of leaving her entire town, her parents unhappy managed to cut most of the threads keeping her sanity tied together. The Necromancer suddenly ran for the door, she needed to get away, she needed to feel where she was comfortable...  She needed to feel at home.