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[color=FFC6C6]Word Count: 1082 (+2 exp)
[u]Level[/u]: [b]3[/b] - [u]Total EXP[/u]: 15/30
[b]Location[/b]: Sandswept Sky[/color]
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[color=2E2C2C]D34C25[/color][/center]It was strange, when the light died down and Primrose felt the changes to her body. Changes made instantly, instead of over time. She stepped back, giving others that wanted access to the spirits more room and gently grazed a hand over her stomach, then lifted her arms up to inspect the new gloves. Her skin color seemed to have changed as well, which was interesting. She touched the veil hiding her face. It wasn't the first time she'd worn one, but she preferred not to. One would be surprised to know the amount of men that could be twisted with just a pretty girl's smile, after all. For now she didn't remove the garment, or any part of her new clothes. A wayward thought that she wished the new outfit would have come as a spare was quickly forgotten as she continued inspecting herself. She heard Tora say that not much had really changed, and for that she was grateful. 

She turned her inspection inward, focusing on the pyromancer's spirit. There was a heat there, and she reached out to it, producing a small flickering flame in her hand. It felt different from the type of magic she was used to, not just from her natural dark magic but the fire spells of Orsterra as well. She tossed the flame from one hand to the other, while watching the results of the other fusions. The changes to the Personas, Midna and Yoshitsune playing around and further testing their new abilities, and Panther's change... 

Primrose's eyes made their way back to the flame in her hand. She stared into the little fire, thinking on what Panther and Mona had said to her. [i]Our Personas are our rebellious spirits, with the power to take revenge on those who take advantage of the weak. By accepting our desires, we gained the power to achieve them. 

May be you have it in you, too. Listen for a voice inside you.

Accept your lust for revenge.[/i]

She snuffed the flame, curling her fingers into a tight fist, the glove's fabric squeaking lightly at the sudden movement. No one needed to tell Primrose Azelhart to accept her vengeance. It'd been a long time coming. The image of Simeon was permanently burned into her mind, and she suspected it would be long after she got the chance to kill him, but at least she wouldn't be left with this sickening feeling of incompleteness. Or so she hoped.

Her ragged smile was semi-concealed beneath the face veil, but even so Primrose lifted a hand to her face as though to physically wipe it away before she mingled with the group again. Among the items produced from crushing the spirits, only the shiny ones caught her eye. The small gold emblem, the fanciful crown, the glowing insect-looking thing... She picked these items up, turning them over once or twice. She didn't need anymore hoods, given that with her cloak included she was up to two. The emblem, while charming in some way, didn't seem to have any use she could see besides being decoration. The insect, well...

[color=D34C25]"I cannot even tell what some of these are,"[/color] she said, holding the glowing bug item as an example. She passed it off to one of the mercenaries, who held it close to his face while examining it. With a wave Primrose dismissed the items, letting the others have at it. She gathered up her own things, re-donned her cloak, and stood with her arms folded until everyone was settled and satisfied and as one Team Yellow moved out of the oasis. On their way out, Primrose leaned down to Midna, her voice steady but her eyes light, [color=D34C25]"Let me know if you'd like any pointers."[/color]

The path out of the oasis was a straight forward one. At time they would run across hostile creatures, which were all handily taken care of. Even Primrose got to try out one of her new spells, the light of the flame fan dancing on the corridor's walls whenever an enemy managed to make it's way past the others and get close to her. The fire was particularly effective against the dry cloths of the smaller ones. 

At the end, the Thieves were quick to descend through the hole in the ground, and even Sectonia didn't hesitated to go through, though she chose to slide instead of fly. Perhaps her wingspan was too wide. For Primrose, it wouldn't be the first time today that she slide down a sandy ramp. With a nod to Necronomicon she went through, sliding down the exit way. Ahead she could hear the echoes of the teammates who went before her. The sudden flash of fading sunlight as the slope opened up came sooner than she expected. Primrose gazed out over the sand, towards the mountain in the near distance. Once at the bottom of the slide she stood up quickly, brushing herself off and noting that some of them were quite mesmerized by the sight of the desert at dusk. Once upon a time she had been too. 

They set off again, with Joker setting a quick pace. Primrose blinked in surprise, looking around at the other members of the team. Were they meant to run until they were tired? Stamina was one thing, endurance running was another. Primrose was more a sprinter than anything. She sighed, following after, her pace a little slower. She thought she would be able to keep up, even if it meant falling towards the back of their group. [i]Riding on Hippowdon was nice, though it's slow. I will have to pick up a quicker creature too if this kind of thing is going to be common.[/i] 

It wasn't very long into their trek when the sky brightened. At first Primrose thought that her initial comment about the sun never setting was partially true, and that it was coming right back up after dipping just past the horizon. However, the light was growing bright much too quickly, and a blinding shape loomed into the sky. It seemed distant, back in the direction they came from, but visible because of it's immense brilliance. As it died down there was movement in the sky as well, then everything passed as if nothing had happened at all.

Primrose had slowed to a stop at some point, watching the light glow brighter until she could look at it no more, shielding her eyes until it vanished. [color=D34C25]"What... what was that?"[/color]