[color=#C70039][Center][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/center][/color]

Isabella simply watched with mild amusement as the other wisps regained some semblance of their memories. Ezain, Dwyn, and Solomon. The redhead's snake-like eyes watched them with mild interested as Nera spoke to them. The old world had been less than kind to them? Heh, big deal. Everyone had problems. At least, that felt appropriate to say in a situation like this. Maybe a bit harsh. Depending on their attitudes, she got the feeling she was going to get along with them the least.

Big surprise there.

Isabella's eyes followed Nera as she met each of them individually. Ihosha. Odd name. She had never heard such a name sounding quite like that before...but the world was vast, she supposed. Nera seemed to keep some measure of...distance with all of them. Appropriate, for someone such as a god to do that. Not to sully their hands with dealing with lowly mortals like them, wasn't it? Heh...the thought crossed her mind at least, though she couldn't rightly say where it came from. It felt right, though.

Which is why when Nera approached her, she was completely caught off guard.

[i]“My, my, how precious. Who would’ve known my impatient little spirit would turn out to be quite the clumsy one~”[/i]

[color=#C70039]"C-clumsy!?"[/color] She stuttered out, trying her best to shoo away the goddess. [color=#C70039]"I'm not clumsy! I was just...testing my fangs!"[/color] She replied to the goddess, perhaps a bit too defensively. She was quite glad when the Goddess' attention turned elsewhere, to another wisp by the name of Aiv. As she did so, Isabella gave the Goddess an annoyed glare, straightening out her hair and readjusting her robes.

[i]"...though it is a shame you find it necessary to hide your beautiful bodies…”[/i]

[color=#C70039]"...is Nera pervert?"[/color] She asked quietly in a somewhat deadpan fashion. Not that she would erm, particularly mind being unclothed in this situation. Or would she? Didn't feel like she would. It wasn't likely Nera would have heard her considering the last of them seemed to have actually earned the goddess Ire. What a fool this nameless one was. She wouldn't have done anything if Nera just offed him then and there for such foolishness, but it seemed the goddess was more merciful than she'd have been.

She went onto explain what exactly the mark she placed upon them was. The 'Stigma' she gave them. Oh good, that was nice. She was going to ask about that if she hadn't explained. Perhaps this Nera was at least somewhat trustworthy...but she wasn't letting her guard down around her. Not yet, no. Or any of her so called allies. So this 'Dream' was to act as their home of sorts? The Stigma marked them as part of the dream, and meant they could easily return here simply by traveling up a flight of stairs and desiring to return.

Then her 'essence' was brought into her vision. It was no longer a pure white. In the center, was a tiny speck of color. A deep, beautiful green color that reminded her of a beautiful emerald. Isabella reached a hand out, as if the color seemed somewhat...familiar, though she couldn't fathom why. Before she could touch it however, it vanished as quickly as it came.

As Nera continued, Isabella remained quiet. A weight? It was odd...but yes, it was there. A weighty thing, that if she tried to focus on it threatened to consume her entirely. She shook her head, dispelling the thought. Sin? Was that what this weight was? She couldn't remember what sins she could have possibly committed, but it felt so...heavy. Oppressive. Made it difficult to breathe if she focused on it too much. Once again though, she suppressed her desire to know more and focused Once again on Nera. She started some sort of...dance. It was, well, to put bluntly alluring and beautiful, but dangerous. Just like Nera herself seemed. It was quickly over, however.

As the blade hovered in front of her chest, something happened. Her eyes widened, remembering exactly how she had been killed. Before she could do anything however, the silvery sliver of light pierced her chest. Thankfully, there was no pain. Just vertigo and the momentary panic had been entirely taken away.

Weightlessness. Vastness.

She could have lingered in that blissful state for eternity, but she quickly returned to reality.

First, she noticed like she was being watched. Like a monster peering over her shoulder, threatening to devour her if she looked at it. Of course, she ignored such a feeling and turned to look at the silvery metal embedded into the ground behind her. The silver metal twisted, growing to obscene and grotesque sizes. An eerie blackness oozed from the weapons, warping them further until they looked something more animal than weapon.

In particular, hers reminded her of something between a spider and a serpent.

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The blade was longer than most of the others, though not quite as thick looking. It was as tall as she was, and while she may not have been too tall it was still impressive. It was completely black, with a green gem of some sort embedded in the hilt. Eight, serpentine looking eyes laced themselves in the guard, still for now, but she could have sworn she saw them curiously moving about a few seconds ago. The guard was shaped like four spindly spider legs, four sharp points jutting out from the sword. Where the blade met the hilt, it seemed to mimic a serpents maw, four fangs meeting the blade on both sides of it.

Then the blade itself seemed to quiver. The blade shifting, quivering as if alive in some manner. The eerie blackness reminded her of some sort of insect carapace almost, but before she could ponder further the blackness shot out like some sort of black silky threads and latched onto her right arm, pulling itself into her hands.

The first thing she noticed was how heavy it seemed to actually be. Nothing she couldn't lift with some degree of difficulty, but it would take at least some manner of dexterity and physical strength to wield this thing with any modicum of skill. The next, was the fact the blade shifted once again in her hands. The blade wavering, rippling and making wave like motions along its blade as if it was excited, or perhaps waiting for something.

Huh. Curious.

She gave the weapon an experimental horizontal swing. The blade seemed to hiss or screech as it did so. In hindsight, that was a bad idea but she had never wielded a sword in her life, from what she remembered so her skill with them was rather lacking.

The large blade elongated as she swung it horizontally, extending to almost nearly five yards in length - nearly almost cutting the heads off of a few of her comrades in the process had they not dodged, ducked, or done any other method of avoiding being beheaded by what was objectively someone who never even touched a sword before. The weight of the sword combined with the length of it meant she had no fine control over it. The weight of the sword carried her, spinning her a few times as she quickly lost her balance from not being able to use the sword in a precise manner.

[color=#C70039]"E-eh?"[/color] Her foot hit the edge of something, teetering over the edge of the abyss they had been introduced to earlier. [color=#C70039]"...Whoops, well this was silly of me~"[/color] Was the final words she spoke before losing her footing completely, and tumbling into the hole leading into the real world head first.

She got the distinct feeling that was not the first time she had uttered that phrase, nor would it likely be the last.