[center][h1][b][color=gold]Lillianna Steiner[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

Her vision went white, even as the pain cut deep into her core. Yet this wasn't just mere 'pain', but something else she'd brought on herself. Searing, white hot, intense, excruciating, and frankly unbearable pain, all coursing through her very being like lifeblood and down through her feet as it burned out the bottom of her walking shoes and the smell of char and burning flesh and material erupted into the air like a horrible idea for a stink bomb. The electricity tried to scurry along and out of the situation, like a frightened mole seeking to escape a predator, finding itself burrowing down into the welcoming comfort of the very grounding element that was the earth below her and the mechanical water-ninja's feet. All of this even as her muscles froze in position from the constant electrical shock coursing through them that kept them in place, a common thing to happen for one being electrocuted as she'd once learned, and her vocal chords tore into the air with a rending screech and wail of a scream that seemed to well out-shout whatever they'd heard roaring out from afar before...even as it made her very vocal chords run themselves horribly raw in the process. 

And then it was suddenly gone. 

Like a heavy stone, she felt her body torn from its position as the current was interrupted for a moment when Zell kicked away the cyborg and her body collapsed under its own weight in the man's arms. She was barely conscious enough to stop the channeling of her magic, mostly as her body couldn't even manage that much anymore at this venture if she were to be honest. At the same time, a vague and fuzzy line of subconsious thought recognized the burn marks seared all over the mage's body and face as damage caused along the way. Even her clothes had some holes and burned or scorched spots on them as Zell would fall over and James would take her from the other man's hands. 

Yet still, her vision was barely anything but a blur. 

Her body was anything but able to move or walk on its own at that right now, drained of energy and still suffering from a now somewhat-burnt and semi-charred stab wound that had also hit a lung for that matter. What it had done in sealing some of the smaller damage around the wound's entrance was by virtue of an impromptu and unintentional self-cauterization of sorts that she'd managed to do to herself, however, was still nothing before the gaping bleeding wound and the damage done to her otherwise by this point. At the same time, she fought for life as her mind sought to drift off and a strange but oddly familiar numbness began to take hold in her limbs even beyond their status of an utter lack of energy to move already. 

By the time her vision began to somewhat clear in the most general sense, she could at least make out the blurry outline of James' face. Then the movement of boodies being uppercut away or kicked to the side. Then the blur of something over her head, before more movement of some brown and green stuff...as far as she could tell anyway. 

[quote=The Mazy Hillocks: "YOU ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD!"][b][color=crimson]"ROOOOOAAARRRRR!!!"[/color][/b][/quote]

At this point she didn't even have the energy to care, though in her mind she could imagine the smirk her face couldn't form as she imagined the ninja getting crushed into a paste by whatever it was. Not that she'd live long enough to get there, but at least she could manage to get the last dying laugh, right? Maybe. Perhaps it would even just be a pittance made up in her head to make her feel better about dying. 

...Heh. Dying. At least the first time it was swift and instant, a clean kill on the part of the wind she had been assuming. Otherwise she'd have remembered more about it if she'd died there bleeding or something. But no, that had been reserved for the SECOND death. An honest mistake on her part, she couldn't see the future or anything....or even physically see much of anything, for that matter, as she tried to keep awake with what fading energy she had left at least. 

Yet even as her mind wandered more and more into a denser, foggy haze, something would click in it eventually as well in those moments. 

[color=gold][i]'Hah...well, if that ghostly man was of any indication with that 'Quinity' comment and its potential context perhaps there is someone watching us right now. Someone-s? Deities. Or this world. Or something.'[/i][/color]

There had been magic here and so forth, but now things had her more than a little curious at least. Maybe she'd meet one after dying again, get to learn a bit more about things about the afterlife in this world. Maybe she'd wake up back home on an operating table, sent back home to die and pass on there. Ultimately it was worth calling out from her mind for the sake of seeing if this world could surprise her more. 

[color=gold][i]'Hey you...death? Not sure if you've a name here yet, and haven't had much the chance to ask anyone either. A god of death? Goddess of death? A being born from the planet as part of nature? Ah, whatever you are I'm here and calling out to you on what is probably my deathbed I think. 

I'm certainly no cleric, the group already has one, but I'd love to learn more about the afterlife here or strike some agreement for something coool if you're willing. Maybe get this ghostly guy who tried to help me out of here so he can at least get out of this dreary place to have died, if the first thing isn't permissible for an out-worlder like me or you're feeling generous. Perhaps people might even ask you for miracles or something else, like saving their lives or go about attempting to offer to serve you in exchange for being able to talk to a dead relative. I don't know, really, but I figure might as well ask out there while I have any chance to do so. 

Maybe you won't answer me, or are not inclined to the random rambling of any random dying mortal. If so, that's fine. I suppose this in part is just me being also somewhat scared of dying as well. Scared of being alone...again.'[/i][/color]

Alone. But even at worst, she had her final diatribe or ramble out into the void. A prayer some tutelary deity she had no idea if they existed, local or not, that maybe would give light to something in her last moments. A curiosity she wished to experience right before passing, if she could, before anything else occured beyond this point. But the numbess only seemed to deepen as time passed, whatever the heck was going on at this point for the others and herself. She couldn't really tell anymore.

At least she'd have her own thoughts to give her company at the end, even if they were really a dying prayer tossed out there into the void.

[color=gold][i]'But hey, if you could at least just help save the skin of these honest-to-goodness loveable idiots I would be grateful at least. A bit more...at peace. I'll even help hunt...that Witch Queen from...beyond the grave...if it'd be of any help to you. 

Ah...its suddenly getting even harder to...think...to make words. A prayer even...as I suppose...this...is. Sorry...for...maybe wasting your......time...'[/i][/color]

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