[center][h1][color=gold]Aerith Hastings[/color][/h1][/center]

[i][center][h2]-Vertti Mansion/Household-[/h2][/center]

Resets: 5

Deaths: 4[/i]

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It was a moment that left the dark-haired girl with mixed emotions. A feeling of "oh hell not this again" among other things, tugging at her mind somewhat as she had approached the Vertti Mansion with a sense of deja vu lingering in her body. Her own footsteps as she approached were seemingly drowned out too even her own ears by the clanging uproar going on, though one name rang in her mind. Chieko. She had to help her, or at least try to do so better this time around. Hiro was dead. Alistair was probably fighting, the last she'd seen of him. Utter chaos had broken out, and she was unsure if there were any do-overs to be had anymore at this venture. 

The door to the mansion had been open on her arrival, though as Aerith very softly stepped inside she found herself walking into the middle of something Servants against the walls, as if clambering for escape from...oh. OH. Before her, seemingly talking among themselves at the moment and walking towards the stairs, was a sight that brought many old and recent feelings into the forefront. And, perhaps, some pent-up anger as well that kept her staring on for a moment as she watched on from behind a column inside the mansion. This, until Chieko stepped up at the top of the stairs and spoke down to the trio.

But once the other girl was done, Aerith felt three works roll off of her tongue in succession. 

[color=gold]"...Shamak. Shamak. Vaelos."[/color]

Three words. Three spells cast in succession as Aerith entered the mansion. One spell to make Chiyo unable to sense where they are, however they could still feel the ground and sense what's happening to their body. Another spell of the same cast on Quill. The third was different however, being cast on Fritzi to impart a "speed/agility down" debuff. Simple as they were, and as unsure as Aerith was that they'd help fully, she had a grudge against these three. Especially the two next to Fritzi...both for her, and Hiro's, sakes. 

She and death had become close associates, virtually intertwined by this point. But unlike the last time...she would be fighting against it till her last breath was taken. There was too much to lose here. 

Aerith would even drown herself in this power of hers, yin magic and this 'authority', or whatever else it took right now. Even if she became a witch herself in all of this mess and chaos, she would succeed in her goals at any cost. She would find that love she sought, genuinely. She would save Chieko, and the innocents of this city. She would uncover the truth of the witches, and Od Laguna, and this world. 

There would be no more running. Not this time.