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—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Hazel Baker

The battle was over, at least for them at that moment.

Hazel was drenched in that white liquid, which seemed to be the doll's blood. She could feel her right arm aching now, the adrenaline from the battle draining away and leaving her more aware of her own condition. The numerous wounds on her arm from the sparkling dust the eye monster had conjured up was still bleeding, albeit less than before. It was bleeding less, but moving it even slightly sent sparks of pain running through that arm, not to mention the white blood covering her arm right now. She wasn't a doctor nor had knowledge of medical science, but she did know that strange things entering her body was bad.

She took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, trying to control her breathing. There was a slight feeling of panic, one that would and could erupt into a full blown frenzy if left unchecked, caused by the haze being lifted and her realization that she had not brought along any of her medicine. Hazel lifted her shaking hands to her ears to silence the phantoms of her past, a futile gesture, but one that still brought her comfort. Once again, she started filling up her thoughts with mindless words and images, a simple way of keeping her mind off her stigma and thus lessen the building stress.

Her mind free of the haze, she looked over the battlefield, gazing over the vaguely familiar faces. The only ones' she was even slightly familiar with was Lawrence and Emma, both assigned to the same target as her. Lawrence, of course, was the one Hazel was tasked to, and thus her handler and her priority one in safety. Emma was that nice person she had went out with to get clothes, though she had bought none herself. From what she could see of the other teams, they seemed to be faring worse than her team, with the blinded and panicked eye monster rampaging towards their direction. There were lifeless bodies on the other teams' side, of that she was sure, though it evoked no real feeling from her. It was simply piles of dead meat who were unfortunate enough to meet their ends here.

Sidling slightly closer to Lawrence, still with her hands over her ears, she kept a sharp eye out for anything that might barrel over to them. She was still supposed to protect him, for if she failed, she'd be punished regardless of her conditions or excuses. That at least, she knew.

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

@PKMNB0Y Clearly someone was stealing my luck. It was you all along!

Tbh though, I got Gorgon already, so I'm good not having merlin.

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

I'm still here, but i was kinda under the impression i was waiting for something. I forgot. Christmas is like 3 days away and there are stuff to do ;w;

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Hazel Baker

Her swing missed the eye monster's main body, instead hitting one of its finger limbs.

There was some slight satisfaction welling up from that hit, but it did not sate her building desire nor did it do much to diminish the growing noise from her Stigma. Rather, it made her cravings for destruction harder to contain, her only real method to silence the memories creeping in through the collar's limiting mesh. Suppressing it with the collar, or trying to drown it with the drugs could only postpone the inevitable.

Small arms wrapped around her, as a girlish voice whispered into her ears. "Don't worry, I will always-"

Jerking, she instinctively turned and spun, attempting to dislodge the nonexistent child on her back. A high pitched whirr rushed past her, slamming onto the ground and kicking up dust. The attack just barely grazed her, thankfully only snagging on her right sleeve and tearing that apart instead of her entire arm. Her arms moving before she could even register what happened, Hazel threw a right jab, the impact of the blow colliding solidly with the doll's midsection, before throwing a left uppercut towards the head, exploding the ceramic head away spectacularly with the blow. It was just an approximation of a boxing move, a pale imitation from someone who had only ever seen and heard about it, but combined with her ability it was effective enough on the doll.

Euphoria flooded her mind at that instant, that instant where she shattered the doll's body, an exhilarating feeling that left her mind feeling white and blank. It reverberated through her body, leaving her legs feeling weak and her body aching.

She wanted, she needed, to experience that thrill again, to fill her mind with white, to wash everything white, to drown everything in that pleasure. Hazel could very well do that easily. After all, all she needed to do was turn around, and cut down Lawrence where he stood. It didn't matter what powers he had when she could-

"Then, I recognize you as my handler, access Alpha, ID 2EFD89. Please do not hesitate to give me any orders. Keep in mind, I will prioritize the handler's safety first, my survival second, and any other orders third."

Hazel held up a hand to her collar, trying to calm her breathing. She had no need of such things, for she had already destroyed much of one large doll. Her first priority as of now was Lawrence's safety, and nothing else beyond that. He had given no orders, directives or objectives for her to follow, and thus she was simply there to defend him. If that was the role he wanted from her, then so be it.

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Hazel Baker

Again.

Once again the doll was moving faster than she predicted. Instead of the jab knocking it off balanced long enough for her to follow up, it recovered with astonishing speed, before running away beyond her range. Hazel wasn't quite in peak condition either, her Stigma, though faint, was acting up. It was also learning fast; she alone might not be enough to topple the dolls, especially if they were all linked together somehow. Chattering wildly, it kicked a large chunk of dirt towards her and Emma.

It was smart enough to learn from her moves, it was smart enough to think up a counter to her abilities, but it wasn't smart enough to count for everything. In keeping away from her, it was freeing her attention to focus on something else, regardless of how short that would be. And with that chunk of dirt...

With an open palm strike, she slapped the chunk of dirt flying at them, exploding it from the combined force of her blow and its own speed. The dust and debris spread in the air, only for a short while, but enough to obscure the doll's view to keep it from realizing what she was doing. She offered only one word to Emma as she turned and ran the short distance towards Lawrence, and the eyeball monster.

"Move."

The sound of the eyeball monster charging at Lawrence was not hard to miss, especially when it was frantically attacking loudly. And now that it had charged at Lawrence, at their center, at her priority one, she was free to attack it as the doll weren't close enough to be a threat. But how she was going to damage it was another story entirely. While it had been a simple test punch, it still withstood one of her attacks, and she was unlikely to be able to land more than a few hits on it before the dolls realize and move in to attack. She needed to be stronger, she needed to be able to pierce its skin, she needed -

***

Hazel took another step forwards, making another ripple through the dead ocean's surface. It was vast and bottomless, but still she stood on the ocean's surface, making slight ripples as she took another step. What was it that compels her so? What was it that kept her walking? There was naught to see all around. Just the eerily still ocean, with surface like glass. But still she walked, though she could see nothing. Still she walked, though she did not know where she was going. Still she walked, because she did not know where she was going.

*crunch*

Jerking, she realized she had set her teacup down on a crumb. The ornate looking white table was almost overladen with biscuits and other delicious confectioneries, barely enough room for her tea set. Mystified, she smoothed down her frilly dress, and looked out towards the garden in the bright sunny day, with nary a cloud in the blue sky. Indeed, to have a cloud at all would be silly, for she was looking up towards the very same ocean she had walked on moments ago. A drop of water dripped down from the ocean, straight down into her half empty cup. Sarah's going to be mad again, she thought nonchalantly. A blessing from the heavens for me, or perhaps should I say ocean?

It was then that she turned her gaze downwards, to find her tea had turned black.

***

For the first time in the fight, she screamed. It had been but a few moments, but to her that vision seemed to last longer. Instinctively moving so as to not waste the opening she had created, she turned her right arm transparent, swinging downwards at the still casting eyeball monster. There was a faint outline of an axe in her hands, barely there, but still noticeable to those with sharp eyes.

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Hazel Baker

Her attacks collided with the doll, exploding off its arm before it can do any real harm.

It almost surprised her as well, for she half expected the doll to simply pirouette out of the way, considering what happened earlier. There was a secret to their uncanny dodging just a moment ago, and she had a good idea of what it was. The dolls were linked together somehow, and one of them saw her movements, and warned the doll of danger, causing it to dodge instinctively. Right now, the two who had sat idle in the back moved just out of her range. What it meant in her head was, the dolls sent in one of their numbers to gauge her range and threat, before making up a plan of their own. They were more intelligent than they looked.

But, she was in no state to actually convey that to anyone. The pain from the numerous gashes on her right arm was cutting through her drug induced haze; Hazel was slowly getting more lucid and aware of her surroundings.

Small hands caressed her cheeks, soft and without malice.

Her breath caught in her throat, as her hand whipped up to her cheeks. Nothing. Simply her own sweat dripping down from her brows. Her breathing was getting irregular, though she still remained aware of the battlefield. The doll rushing her had less range than she did, especially now when its arm was busted. It was also attacking, which, based on what happened during her previous attack, meant it wouldn't be able to dodge as quickly as it did the first time.

"You're injured... are you okay Hazel?"

She blinked at the voice, for a moment seeing not Emma but a young girl with short hair. She grinned, and though she was missing a tooth, it was still a friendly face. It was after all the face of-

Gritting her teeth and ignoring it, she threw a punch, a short left jab at the doll, taking advantage of her superior reach over the doll. The haze still quickly fading from the adrenaline and pain, she had started filling up her thoughts with meaningless things like recipes and lists.

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

Look at all the new stuff in the gacha that i will never roll.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

Hazel Baker

Even if it was a random swing she decided to throw out at the dolls, the dexterity and speed the one used to dodge her swing was astounding, certainly not a quality she would have attributed to such large monsters. But then again, this was the first time she had ever tried to fight outside the facility. However, her swing did hit the monster behind it, which was too preoccupied with doing whatever it was doing to actually dodge her. It shot a few balls up into the air above them, which exploded into glittery particles. Particles that opens up tiny pricks and cuts in contact with anything. Though in her case, long gashes appeared on her transparent arm. Her right sleeve quickly turned red from her shallow wounds.

It didn't feel right.

Her ability was one she focused by using images of her own limbs enlarged to visualize her attacks, but for all intents and purposes, no one should be able to see her attacks nor understand how it works without receiving it or seeing it in action at least once. To observers without knowledge of her ability, all they would see was one girl with transparent limbs punching at something not even within her arms reach. For one of the monsters to dodge it completely without knowing what she could do was strange to even her, deep within the haze as she was. There was a secret to one of them, but she knew not which nor what the secret was.

In retaliation to their attacks, one of the dolls went after Lawrence, and a few of those dog creatures started bounding towards Emma. There wasn't time for her to think, for priority one was about to be attacked. Both her arms turned transparent, and with a side step towards Lawrence, she intercepted the attack with her left arm, then executed a wide ranged horizontal attack using her right. Blood spattered on the ground, her wounded right arm still bleeding as she made that move most people would call a karate chop. While she was only intending to attack and force the one doll attacking Lawrence back, she had enough range to reach all of the monsters with that one sweeping attack.

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

If I'm taking a bit long to do anything, blame christmas and jannu.

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Hazel Baker

With the 'shopping' done, Hazel went back to finish all the papers she was given. It was slow work, and she had to consult the books she was given, but she filled out everything to the best of her abilities. Without any commands given, she defaulted to the regime imposed upon her in that facility, not out of any obligations, but out of simple habit. She did some light cleaning to the apartment room before going to lunch. Having learned a lesson during the event with Emma, she simply picked out some vegetables and fish randomly, deciding she should research the food to balance her diet better. By evening, she had already finished her usual exercises in the field, and returned to the apartment room.

Beeping, her anklet blared out an announcement before she could take a shower. This was something she was familiar with, a familiarity that made her feel slightly more assured. Downing two more pills from that featureless white bottle, she followed Lawrence towards the truck, and towards battle.

***

There wasn't much to be said in the truck, just answers to Lawrence's questions. Once they were out in the field, their targets was conveniently marked for them with brightly coloured shapes.

"I suggest whatever we do we start doing it quickly."

Was that the command? Did he want her to attack those things over there? She glanced over to the boy, the one who was supposed to be her handler, her commander, the one who held her leash. Perhaps she should take a swing at the monsters and see if he reacts or not. Stepping into range, her arms turned transparent, almost disappearing from sight.

She took an experimental swing at one of those large things' leg to topple them.