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Aerith Hastings


Here We Go Again Part 5: All Quiet On The Dying Front





Poison. That was all that Aerith could think would be a reason for her to have died, again, and looking at the others it was obvious to her that (maybe???) some of them remembered something too? Had they even all died in the first place? A chill ran down the length of her spine once more, as memories of the "first" still haunted her even now. At least this time hadn't been as....violent, but this also proved a theory to her as well. They had died more than once here, and if the trend kept up (and wasn't some stock of lives) there was no potential to escape any of this by.....dying. Then again, to ponder if this no-hypothesis was true or not was not on her list of things to do personally. Even now the feeling of the stab wound, and holding that cloth on it Fritzi gave her with pressure, was so vivid to her the feeling was struggling to fade from her and her body. All she did remember, though was what at this point she assumed the others might remember who were there.

Getting sleepy, the room being humid and hot, and then Fritzi yelling about Donovan somehow before it all went black...

However, there was one potential silver lining that Aerith held onto. She, Hiro, and Chieko had overcome the "first round" as it were. They had used what they knew to stop the worst happening to them. But....was this possible to organize for one big group? Other than the brief familiarity she had with Hiro and Chieko, which she was most attached to here so far, she knew none of these other people. Even Alistair, who had helped get her and Hiro onto the cart to try to get them help, was an unknown to an extent to her. That meant...potentially smaller groups forming perhaps? To Aerith that felt like a safer thing, rather than any arguing potentially over leadership if all of them from Earth here began talking to each other.

To this end, Aerith put down the money to pay Fritzi, then pocketed any remainder. She then reached out to grab Hiro and Chieko's hands, bags with their clothes looped onto her arms. Though not as strong as Hiro had been in that other fight, Aerith's grip was...like a vicegrip really. Tight, the tension in her body unable to be hidden, though her face wore a mask of polite embarrassment, as if she seemed to behave like she'd remembered something.

"Ah! A few of us perhaps need to talk for a minute. Hiro, Chieko....ah, and Alistair! Please come over here real quick, ok?" Aerith said, her words flowing so naturally that....it was potentially kind of jarring as compared to what her grip was communicating to Hiro and Chieko. Aerith even gave a very brief, solid, steely glare into Alistair's eyes alone as she mentioned the boy (unseen to Fritzi behind her at least she hoped) that communicated a very strong impression of 'get over here with us right now, we need to talk'.

As it were, they needed to not bring this up among everyone. She had no idea if anyone here was a blabbermouth, and at that if anyone reacted too strangely to all of this......she was afraid that what little information they now knew might become too useless in part. Of course she couldn't think as if she could control everyone. That would be asking to be both a control freak and a fool. But if the other two she had come here with, and maybe Alistair if he came over to their small "pow-wow" she was forming to the side and out of earshot, could form a small information network that might be good. Maybe.

It was somewhat of a desperate plan, perhaps one fueled by a fear of death and the bitterness seeping into her about things. Frustrations about avoiding death only to swiftly succumb to another attempt soon after...they too perhaps came into the picture. Maybe those words from the smaller assassin who had stabbed her in the gut were still resonating with her even.

Regardless of whatever was behind her actions at this time, this idea was one she hoped would allow them to actually form a proper plan for "this time". Even if for a smaller, and more manageable, group of people. Then maybe they could help the others organize, if this even remotely worked.

Because of course, it could all blow up in her face and they'd die right here again.

Banned because they pointed out that things are going in the wrong direction again.
Akari Onishi


-Kanacon-





Today...today Akari Onishi would conqueror this convention.

She'd come early, stood near the front of the line for so long, even donning her pixel-perfect cosplay of Kanamin's "super form" she unlocked during the final episode of season 3. That had been a badass battle. Very badass, according to all those that had been laying praise upon her fine work....and taking pics from afar with giggles under their breaths. Perverts, all of them! Such infidels could not hope to understand the purity of-....ok, so perhaps she'd bought some of the doujins in the past too. Maybe a lot of doujins, actually...look, that one girl in Kanamin's class in the show was her best friend, ok! They were meant for each other!

Then again...she wasn't as crazy as some fans out there, that was for sure. Albeit, putting the functioning tazer in her replica of Kanamin's wand wasn't perhaps the best idea if anyone accidentally bumped the trigger. Oof.

But Akari shook all of these thoughts out of her head as she continued to walk along to look at the booths, a bag of figma and scale figures from the show hanging on her right wrist. These she could make into robots, and potentially resell online as buyers aimed to grab up merchandise they couldn't be there to see. Plus the upgrades would only add to their value in the eyes of some. After all, who didn't want a small robot Kanamin to take them up in the morning singing her theme song? Hehehe.

Eventually the teen's eyes shifted over to the highly modified smart watch on her wrist, as some sets of eyes glanced over her as she passed by them since leaving the cosplayers' area. Tapping a button or two on the touch screen of her de vice, a real-time holographic projection of various stock values and formulas appeared in front of her face. Albeit, it was ultimately confusing numbers and such moving over the screen. This was her stock she had in regards to Kanamin's show and merchandise, albeit to her this confusing mass of things on the projection made perfect sense. To her it was like looking at a flower and knowing outright that it was colored red.

Yet after a bit of looking, brows furrowing, and punching in a few things the projection disappeared and the redhead let out an audible sigh. Her bank account was growing, the stocks seemed to be on a rise for now in part due to Kanacon, and the sale of what she had would go along smoothly as it peaked post-Kanacon. Automatically dumping all that stock out at peak price/desirability during and just after Kanacon, only for it to pay off big....she could smell the sweet cash now filling into her bank account.

After all, she wasn't sticking everything into stocks. This was a binge, a thing she had picked up after overnight learning how to do all of this. And to help with this she had programmed one of her computers at home to keep track of these and adjust accordingly to the stock prices as they shifted up and down. It had taken some time to get it working, but the fine-turning had made it automatic. PLus she could reconfigure the computer for this in the future if she binge-invested again to make some quick cash. But yes, this would do nicely, albeit that didn't mean she couldn't invest in some other places here and make more money fast before all was over here at Kanacon~

Out of the corner of her eye, Akari could see her next possible target. The Orbit Portal Company. With Kanamin's voice actress coming out with a new song, there was assured money in that company for a time at least. Potentially enough to get more cash for future projects....maybe even "that" one which she had dreamt of for a while now.

Yet two figures stood in front of the booth that she could see, a girl with black hair and a darker haired boy as well. From a glance over things she felt she got the idea of what was going on pretty well, a glimpse of the girl's phone being seen and the boy extending out a card. Other young investors as well, most likely. Rolling her eyes to herself, Akari decided it probably wasn't the best idea to approach at this time. More likely, she could stop by a bit later and nab up some suitable stock regardless. After all, once the main festivities slowed down a bit...most people tended to be too tuckered out from to go to the investment booths.

Not that her attire and such wouldn't possible draw attention from the people at the booth anywho. Among cosplayers she stood out in some manner, due to wearing this particular piece that mane had praised since her arrival. Not that she....could really hold conversations with them before confusing them. Sometimes....er.....due to her ability she would end up doing that to people. Not on purpose, at least.


@Crimmy


Aerith Hastings


Doorway, Peppin House #1, Cham, Priestella


@Ryofu@FamishedPants@BrokenPromise@Zelosse




"So, you gonna be a little bitch like the others too, sis? Haha. Look at her squirm, Edward!"

"I'd think so! She's just a little girl, John, just like a little flea under the family's skin~ How silly to think she could amount to much of anyth-"

It was in that moment she found the the meal box in her hands, and in that moment it also connected with the elder boy's head with a horrendous "CRACK". He merely looked back at her once more where he had been sitting on her, keeping her body (but not her arms) pinned to the ground. His face was stuck in a sort of disbelieving daze, before his body slumped over to the floor in a small heap. As she and her other elder twin brother watched for a second of having to take it in, some blood began to leak out onto the floor where the box had hit him.

Her other elder twin brother looked at her then, initially surprised....but his look shifted to a sense of genuine horror as she began to stand up. The metal box was still in her trembling right hand, some crimson coating one of the sharp corners of it, dripping a bit onto the wooden attic floor. Her face, twisted in a look of fury.


"I...am no one's.....bitch!" Aerith said aloud with venom and a victorious fury as she heard the cart clacking away down the street, spitting in the direction her assailant had left after this. A light grin was on her face, the thrill of having survived this shit instead of dying this time filling her chest...well, she was not dying yet at least. She'd have fought to the bitter end if she had to, just to make this little assassin pay for every damn inch that dagger had cut into her stomach.

Adrenaline pushed her as she forced herself to sit up against the doorway, instinctively pressing her two hands very hard against the dagger wound in her stomach area. Thank whatever gods were in her old world that she'd taken a first aid and survival class to get out of sharing a cooking class with that half-sister of hers. Heh....ah. But she was not out of the woods, not by a long shot. The poison was not going to instantly go away or cease to be dangerous, but without more in her system via the dagger she could at least keep herself awake and such like this. Albeit, standing on her own would be...likely impossible for her right now. Then again, some feeling was still left in her legs down to the toes, but not much. Crap.

"Fritzi! Alistair! Get over here, because we've been attacked!" Aerith shouted with all her might, as she turned her head into the house to call out to the others.

Dammit. Fritzi had been in that place earlier, that damned place where that damned mob had....had done things she could not ever forget in her wildest dreams. Why would coming here with her have been any safer? But....maybe it wasn't Fritzi who called in a hit on them here, hmm? There was even that slim chance of such a thought being truth. But for now, she was calling to the others so they'd be in the know. Aerith then used her hand quickly to tear off a bit of cloth at the bottom of her dress, wadding it up and jamming it onto her wound before again applying pressure to said wound with her two hands.

The girl grit her teeth as the pain came back a bit, though if the poison was helping anything with that numbing feeling it was this to some minor extent at least. Maybe. She had no idea, truly, but if that little assassin came back she'd show them who the real "bitch" was. Aerith then looked over at where Hiro seemed to be lying on the ground...burnt to a terrible crisp in ways. Before she could open her mouth, however, Aerith felt another sharp pain. Ah...it hurt to speak, much less shout at that....but she had to. She didn't...she didn't know if Hiro was in a state to do much but lie there on the ground at the moment.

At least she hadn't had her chest stabbed, but hell was her right eye sore as hell as the face area around it hurt like hell. But...at least the pain was helping keep her conscious right now too. Not that she wasn't a bit dizzy, but she wasn't going to give up either right now. On anyone. Not on Hiro here, not on Chieko if the other girl was still alive, not on Irene and Vasilis who had saved them and unknowingly been saved as well from a terrible fate. Not on herself most of all.

"Hiro...Hiro! Ack!.....Can you move at all?" Aerith said, eeking out a loud enough voice to call out where Hiro could hear her if he was in a state to do such.

On a side note, will we ever have a Discord server? Er, don't have to i mean. Just curious.
@Silvan Haven Way ahead of you:

@Krayzikk YOU BEAUTIFUL PERSON, BLESS YOU! I JUST REWATCHED THE LAST EPISODE OF G-GUNDAM LAST NIGHT. (T__T)

....er, ahem. Excitement aside, cool concept. XD
Aerith Hastings


Peppin House #1, Cham, Priestella


@Ryofu@FamishedPants@BrokenPromise@Zelosse




As the door had begun to move open, Aerith had dropped the two smaller chairs just a tiny bit in front of her and to the side so she could better move the door. As it were, even these two smaller children's chairs would bee a tad bulky to carry through a doorway one-armed. Yet as the girl grabbed a chair and looked ahead...she momentarily froze. The tension she got from seeing Hiro standing there struck a chord....felt like it has been back in Suttling's Basin, that poorer area where they had been....ah. The memories of before rushed back in again, her body kicking into an adrenaline-fueled state in a heartbeat. Perhaps it was the trauma that was leaving her too sensitive to things, or perhaps it was her mind jumping to a conclusion too fast without thinking. Regardless, as the small-statured assassin without warning leapt in with a shoulder-check Aerith was at least in a fight-or-flight response at the time.

Her shoulder being clipped, Aerith opened her mouth wide to let out the first bit of a loud, audible scream as she chair she had picked up was dropped to the ground in front of her as her body was forced to turn. Only those in the house would really hear the bit of a scream, as soon the 6 inches of cold-cutting steel had already cut into her stomach as she was pushed to the floor. But even as the hand tried to cover her mouth and the poison began to take effect, Aerith responded with an adrenaline-fueled struggle in return. Using what added strength that hormone her body had imbibed (even temporarily) itself with, she bit the Assassin's hand as hard as she could as hormone and the trauma of her first death roiled hot in her mind.

Strength of will pushed the weakening body as much as possible in this case, her jaw like an iron vice-grip seeking to make her assailant pay, even as Aerith's arms attempted to grab the assailant's neck out of haste to try to throttle them. Yet the pain from whatever was on that knife burned in her body, searing like white hot iron in her veins, unimaginably so if she hadn't already had the more gruesome and intensely vivid memories of gruesomely dying before. The sheer fact it reminded Aerith of that first "death" only seemed to steel her and her actions even more, even though just on an instinctual and physical level. This being said it was a sensation that would still stand out no matter what, even in her adrenaline-fueled and swiftly being poisoned state.

This all being noted, she would perhaps only last a brief time on her own in all of this between the poison and trained assassin sitting on her, her survival instincts perhaps being the one thing keeping her at least attempting to fight back for the moment.

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