[center] [h1][color=0E38D1]J[/color] [i]u s t i n e[/i][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/JIsDYRk.png[/img] [url=https://youtu.be/bZe5J8SVCYQ][color=0E67D1]"The technology behind missles is quite captivating!"[/color][/url] [color=888888]— Stien[/color] [hider=Stats][Center] [b]Age[/b]: ??? | [b]Gender[/b]: Female | [b]Specialization[/b]: Laughter [b]Powers[/b]: Courage, Justice, Will [b]Perks[/b]: Distinct Laugh, Dominating Presence, Devourer [b]Benefits[/b]: Her presence [b]Drawbacks[/b]: None [b]STR[/b]: Strong | [b]AGI[/b]: Fast | [b]VIT[/b]: ?? | [b]MAG[/b]: ?? | [b]LCK[/b]: High [/center] [/hider][/center] How many castles had Helewisa seen in her long time on this planet? As she wondered this, she recalled more memories that had been buried deep within. Her life had begun with her being little more than a starving, lost child who yet retained an idealist nature despite her circumstances along with her sister, Isabella. But she was always envious of the wealthy nobles who wore clean, expensive clothing and jewelry, ate the most delicious foods and lived in the gorgeous castles they did. Had they comfortable beds to rest their heads upon every night instead of the cold cobblestone of the streets? Was their every night filled with warmth? No, they did not. They were as safe and happy as could be. That's what castles, in all honestly, were to Helewisa: comfort and safety. They were beautiful! They were lavish! They took armies to bring down! Yet... the same could not be said of Helewisa's castle, made hastily from the surrounding snow. Helewisa found herself struggling not to frown as she beheld what she and Justine had unleashed upon this undeserving dimension. It was far from pretty, looking about as well as you'd expect a 3-year-old to make, but they didn't have that sort of excuse. Honestly, it was impressive that they could even make a piled-up bunch of snow look bad, but it was just sitting there with random patches of snow that Justine claimed to serve as 'detail', though it was doubtful anyone would agree. They even supposedly had a retracted 'drawbridge' that was just two lines in the wall Justine drew with her finger. But beauty was in the eye of the beholder, and as far as Justine was concerned, this was the single greatest thing ever conceived. [color=0E67D1]"Hark!"[/color] Justine ordered the battlefield. [color=0E67D1]"Bear witness to the epitome of craftsmanship that is our sturdy castle, and despair! Formidable are our defenses, and unyielding be our spirit!"[/color] she roared with laughter before dipping behind its ugly walls and taking a handful of snow which she formed into a ball. Helewisa was wonder how her simple request to make a cute snow castle turned into this abomination when suddenly she felt an instinctual, terrible feeling within the pit of her stomach. She hurriedly checked on Stien, noticing her building a stockpile of snowballs. The act itself did not seem suspicious in the least, yet the feeling lingered. [color=F65772]"We shouldn't sit around too long. At the end of the day, we're using snow, not stone."[/color] Considering their entrance to the battlefield, it made sense that they had received fire from the other participants. Their walls held tight, for now. Stien looked up, smiling at Helewisa's statement. [color=0E67D1]"Verily!"[/color] she nodded, then stood up and peeked out of their castle at the people who would serve as their opponents. She and Helewisa witnessed Mayra's huge snowball be sucked out of thin air by a portal, and Stien in particular seemed disappointed at the result. But it there had been enough waiting. Now was the time for an offensive! Stien readied her snowball to be flung at whomever was closest. That was when Hilaria suddenly remembered something. [color=F65772]"Stien, how old were you again?"[/color] Helewisa asked, a sense of dread building. The answer borrowed some of Stien's attention from the battlefield. [color=0E67D1]"You do not recall that, either?"[/color] she asked. It seemed to cause her some amount of pain but she perked up rather quick. [color=0E67D1]"I suppose that if you are having trouble recalling your name, then that only makes sense,"[/color] she reasoned. [color=0E67D1]"In any case, I haven't got two decades left before I reach my eighth century upon this beautiful world."[/color] Stien ducked behind their wall as a snowball from Penny zoomed over head. [color=0E67D1]"Such dexterity! A moment later and I'd have lost my head!"[/color] she cheered over it, before again addressing Helewisa. [color=0E67D1]"Are you going to attempt to bring age up when you're flustered like you did before? It was futile then and it will be now."[/color] [color=F65772]"Perish the thought!"[/color] Wisa seemed embarrassed, probably recalling childish attempts from long ago. [color=F65772]"...so, you wouldn't have happened to been living a quiet life since the incident at Beacon, would you?"[/color] Justine frowned. [color=0E67D1]"Are you referring to my death?"[/color] Stien received a nod in response. She shook her head. [color=0E67D1]"It served as inspiration to better myself if anything,"[/color] she explained. [color=0E67D1]"It taught me that without power, one cannot protect anything, let alone the ones they love. So I would not classify my life since that point as 'quiet'."[/color] [color=F65772]"So then it would be wise to assume you've been gaining power as you've aged?"[/color] Stien raised an eyebrow. [color=0E67D1]"What else would I have done, Wisa? Twiddle my thumbs? The monsters and wicked ones do not rest, and niether do I!"[/color] she let out a laugh. [color=0E67D1]"But come! We've spoken so many words yet not once have we returned fire. The others must think we view them as beneath our notice! Cease your questions! I am sure we'll be able to sit down and have a nice chat later!"[/color] Justine stood up and went to throw a snowball at one of the Pennys. That was when Helewisa's gut feeling peaked in intensity, and she scrambled to prevent what she knew was about to happen. Just before Stien could release the ball of snow, Wisa knocked her arm off course and thus the ball was flung much to high to hit anything or anyone. Another loud crackle of thunder, even more audible than the one from earlier, erupted as the bundle of snow sped off into the distance and far from viewing distance. Helewisa had a panicked expression on her face. [color=F65772]"Be thee daft!?"[/color] she yelled at Stien. Stien seemed annoyed and oblivious to the dangers. [color=0E67D1]"Of course not. Should anyone be accused of foolishness, Wisa, that would be you! For what purpose would you interrupt my throw? Surely they would derive more enjoyment from a foe that defends itself!"[/color] [color=F65772]"For what purp--"[/color] she grunted in frustration. By this point, Helewisa was too excited to remember it was Dan's dimension. [color=F65772]"How do you claim 'self defense' when your retaliation to a snowball is launching an I.C.B.M!?"[/color] Stien tilted her head. [color=0E67D1]"I.C.B.M?"[/color] [color=F65772]"A nuke. I refer to a nuke!"[/color] Justine looked offended. [color=0E67D1]"What makes you suspect I have access to such weaponry, Wisa? It was nothing more than a snowba---"[/color] A loud rumbling came from off in the distance in the direction the snowball had gone, similar to a distant bomb. Justine adopted a strained, awkward smile. [color=0E67D1]"As I said, snowb--"[/color] Helewisa, fed up with the situation, grabbed Stien's costume by the back and pulled her off her feet and began dragging her away, giving the rest of the people fighting a sincere apology. Stien pumped her fist in the air as she was pulled across the snow, leaving their despicable fort behind. [color=0E67D1]"I pray that thee fight twice as hard in my absence, and I wish a good time for all!"[/color] these words were the last thing she spoke before they'd left the field for good. ... ... ... Helewisa calmed down after a short break and decided that it would be for the best if they avoided returning, even after she realized they couldn't exactly do any damage to other girls. But which event should they join? It had to be something that wouldn't spiral out of control, so Keijo was a no-go, even if people had seemed interested in it. If Stien had any artistic ability whatsoever, Helewisa might've suggested the ice sculpting since it seemed so popular. [color=0E67D1]"Wisa?"[/color] Justine called out. [color=0E67D1]"I have chosen the next activity. Let us depart!"[/color] ... ... ... Helewisa could be found rolling not too far away from where Lily, Alex, and the purified Justine were, working on a snowman all by herself despite not having arrived their by her lonesome. She happily hummed away at the task but after a short while, looked around the area as if searching for some one and stopped what she was doing. When she couldn't find that someone, she approached the aforementioned group with a bit of worry on her face. [color=F65772]"Have any of you spotted Justine recently?"[/color] she eyed the former antagonist before it dawned on her who that was. [color=F65772]"I'm not referring to the same one standing here, of course."[/color] In contrast to how she normally spoke, Helewisa's speech now was rather plain. [color=F65772]"I speak of a loud girl who wears blue. She's rather hard to miss."[/color] ... ... ... On her trek to the hill, Betty Barton would hear a strange noise coming from the opposite end of it. It was snow crunching but it wasn't merely the result of footsteps. It almost sounded like... something rolling around? As she got closer to the crest of the hill, Betty would soon see a gigantic ball of snow begin to peek over, though it would not roll down. A blue-clad girl walked around the side of it, spotting Betty shortly after. [color=0E67D1]"Fwahaha! Now that is the visage of determination if ever I spotted one!"[/color] she laughed, spotting the snowball in Betty's hand. [color=0E67D1]"Will you be directing it towards the snowman activity as well?"[/color]