[hr][hr][center][h1][color=7fbf40]Sylvia Strange[/color][/h1][/center][center][img][/img][/center]
[hr][center][color=7fbf40][b]Location: Shop[/b][/color]
[color=7fbf40][b]Interacting With: Sera ([@Nallore])[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]


A victorious grin spread across Sylvia’s face as if to say “Hah!” as the weapon flung out of the undead’s grip. However, her happiness was short-lived as the dull throb of the bullet wound grew once more into a sharp sting. The spell had taken much out of her and now she was doubled over, gasping weakly for air while she slowly stumbled back.




She managed to barely balance herself, holding firmly onto the wall as she shook away the strands of hair that fell in front of her face. She had a hard life, but not hard enough to allow her to shrug off a bullet wound. She brought her head up again, straining her neck as her muscles started to tense. The beast seemed to be momentarily distracted with a knife firmly lodged in it, it wasn’t enough to kill it but only to stagger it. Sylvia looked at the blade in her own hand and decided to take the risk.




She straightened herself again, her limbs were shaky as she twisted her body back, aiming the tip of the blade at the undead’s head. Sylvia was tired, shaky, and dehydrated. Her eyes were starting to lose focus as she struggled to hold on. All she needed was that one moment. That one moment of clarity and stillness to launch her blade. She took a deep breath and mid-heartbeat, she flung her arm forward. The sudden pain was immense, but she managed to let go of the blade as she brought her body forward. She staggered back, her breaths quick and panicked. She hoped all her carnival days paid off.


[hr][hr][center][h1][color=c0fff4]Eudora Esmeralda Erebus
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[hr][center][color=c0fff4][b]Location:[/b][/color]
[color=c0fff4][b]Interacting With: Mercurial ([@Morose])[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]


Eudora strangely enjoyed the silent walk. It was something she didn’t know she always wanted in her life. Just a quiet with somebody else at your side, however, knowing the person at her side was about to kill a building full of people wasn’t in her pleasant little fantasy, but Eudora didn’t let that bother her too much. 


[color=009999]"Are you sensitive to the scent of charred flesh?"[/color]


Eudora faced the girl once again as she was pulled away from her thoughts, she took a few seconds to process the question. [color=c0fff4]”Me? Oh no deary, don’t worry I’ll be fine. My nose ain’t what it used to be.”[/color] she tried to laugh and could feel the girl’s disgust at it. But, Eudora learned to derive some pleasure from the girl’s disgust. Who didn’t love a bit of teasing? 


As they finally were nearing the building, Eudora instinctively started to slow, but managed to keep up. She noticed crows circling in the corner of her eye, even mortals knew the significance of that omen. And for a moment, Eudora felt some pity for the soon-to-be-corpses. All these big men with big titles were about to be taken down by some lowly girl with an apathetic forest witch at her side. 


Eudora didn’t do much as the girl splashed kerosene around the room, only occasionally going “oh” like some grandmother who stumbled into her grandchild’s messy room. What else was there to do? She felt like she was watching a car crash, unable to do anything and wanting to look away to only have morbid curiosity drag your eyes back at the scene. Eudora started to take an interest in this random girl and her motives. Was she part of a cult? Insane asylum escapee? So many possibilities, so many tales to tell her non-existent grandchildren. 


She carefully sidestepped away from a puddle of burning gas, the smell of soot and fire poisoned her lungs as she stepped out of the building. [color=c0fff4]”What a mess.”[/color]