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Asteria




Asteria chattered happily at Mother Rat as the other rodent took some of the fish she had been able to catch easily enough. She’d intended for those to be for Mother, possibly even Ed and the others if they wanted it, anyways. And there was a definite satisfaction at finally advancing some skills – the notes they contained led her to mark the Harder and Better skills as her next goal. Before she could even spend time thinking on how to improve any further, however, a zombie Dire Rat charged towards her in an attack. Asteria braced for the attack, hissing at the enemy. What was it thinking? Were the zombies going rogue or was there something else? It seemed they might engage in combat any second, but Jason managed to launch between the trio of rats, in an attempt to protect Mother and her, it seemed.

“Wait, those things are actually bothered by digging? It’s just some harmless terraforming not a destruction of the dungeon,” she grumbled. “You could have just focused on the fireball, you idiot,” she directed at the zombie-rat, uncaring that it was unlikely to understand her complaint.

Asteria bristled slightly at Jason’s presumption that she’d just follow any order of his, but since she didn’t want to risk her or Mother getting zombified, she decided to follow. Yeah, I suppose he’s right to just look at me as an underling when all I do is obey…I will just have to get stronger for this might-is-right world, it would seem. Asteria nudged Mother, and said “Let’s stick close to Jason for now,” gesturing towards the departing slime, then leaving herself. She pursued the green slime slowly at first, glancing back cautiously at the frenzied zombie-rat and waiting for Mother to catch up. Once she was sure Mother Rat was following, Asteria sped up, smirking at the ease with which she was now able to catch up to and then run next to Jason.

“If we encounter an ex-human, let’s try to resolve this situation peacefully, alright?” she suggested to Jason. Even though she’d already helped kill goblins, who obviously were sentient being, she still wanted to draw the line somewhere. Though if any of them attacked first…Well, there would be no point in leaving a danger like that around if not even discussion brought favourable results. If they’re an ex-human, maybe they’ll just agree to a non-aggression pact if nothing else.

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Asteria



Asteria pinned the freshly caught fish to the ground with a paw and promptly bit off its head, ceasing its useless flopping. She ate whatever parts she could, carefully picking the flesh apart and removing bones with her dextrous fingers. After all, she held no desire whatsoever to accidentally pierce her own throat with her breakfast. She burped in satisfaction after the meal, leaving the fish skeleton lying scattered on the ground. "Morning. I'm larger because I 'evolved', if you could really call it that..." she replied to Ed. Asteria snorted at his poor attempts at being non-offensive, and was that supposed to be flirting? Either way, she simply shook her head, rolled her eyes, and left Ed to his own devices. She noted Danny managed to learn a primitive form of water magic and stored this information on another way to use mana for later consideration. She as a Dire Rat would obviously need longer to learn use the mana she possessed in any productive way, but eventually she would get there.

Now that she was well-rested and sated, there was finally time for a longer bout of trying some things out. The first thing she did was something that she’d lacked the energy to do the previous night. She stood up on her hind legs once again, using her tail for support. Perhaps growing into adult form and the level ups she’d gained up till now would improve her balance some more. She kept up the bipedal form as long as she could, though she was fully aware her current body wasn’t meant for such a thing. And yes, she could have evolved into that Rat-man, but she believed there was a merit in trying to gain some skills on her own. What backed that belief up was none other than the Mana Drain and Mana Sense she’d learned simply by putting points into it; though she could certainly use both efficiently, it didn’t automatically mean she understood what or how she was doing it. After standing up for as long as she could, she then dropped back to all fours, dug out a hole, until she collected three to four medium sized rocks. With the dug-out earth and the rocks she’d found, she attempted building a primitive training dummy, fetching the nearby water for softening the material she was working with if needed.

She assessed the created structure, trying to ascertain its quality. To test it, she surmised attacking it might be best. Asteria concentrated on a tail lash she wanted to test on it, swinging her tail in the air in preparation a few times, imagining the impact she was about to cause. After the last windup of her tail, she sent it flying with a sharp whistling whoosh at the training dummy, yelling “Hiyah!” as she did so. Whether the dummy was still standing or not, she’d hit the earthen lump a few more times in the same manner, concentrating on each hit, and shouting at each impact. It was a great way to destress! That bit of exercise done, Asteria drank some water from the lake, hydrating. She then went on an early morning jog, starting slow, but building up her speed, until she was sprinting, waving among stalagmites, making careening sharp turns whenever necessary, avoiding crashing into anyone or anything, but also not wandering too far away from Jason’s base with the dungeon core. It was so, so relaxing not having to worry for at least a little bit, and although the run would probably be even better outside of the cave, she’d have to do with this for now.

A few laps later, Asteria took a luxuriant dip into the pleasantly cool lake water, swimming near to lake shore. If any fish dared go near enough her, she’d once again wrap her tail around the offender and chuck it onto the land. Even if none did, Asteria’s goal was to catch at least two or three more fish, and so she went back to the shore, and repeated her tactic of dipping in her tail, wiggling it around as bait. Hopefully, nothing larger than what she could handle would be attracted to her vulnerable appendage…

Asteria



Asteria startled awake from the mysterious dream, or rather a set of dreams, one of the nameless water spirit, and another that seemed connected to it somehow, about a sword. Could the water spirit be inside of a sword…? Or was it inside the cave lake? And was the sword there too or was that something else entirely? Asteria wasn’t entirely sure, but she wanted to investigate the lake. Jason poked her to wake up and she grumbled “Yeah, yeah, alright,” in reply, as she followed Ed, slightly amused at his antics in avoiding the apparently friendly skeletons.

When she arrived at the lake, Ed was swimming inside of it and Danny was floating above, experimenting with water magic. She was at the shore, close enough to see both her own reflection and a few fish swimming curiously around Ed. Hungry as she was, she came up with an idea to try catch some right away. Ed wasn’t too fond of the fish around him, however, and swam back to shore in a fit of hysteria. “They're just fish,” she commented, then proceeded to dip her own tail into the water, snaking it slowly and carefully around, trying to attract a fish. If a larger one got close and/or bit her tail, she’d wrap her appendage around it and reel it in.

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Asteria

That arrogance… Asteria exhaled slowly a couple of times, calming down enough to think instead of just senselessly run her mouth. The thing’s probably something like the Demon King…though if the one who resurrected me is really so important, why doesn’t this one know of him? Deciding to try and wheedle out some answers however she might, Asteria answered.

“Fine, Blue-Eyes. You do have the advantage of having kidnapped me,” she narrowed her eyes at the entity, but this time kept her tone neutral and professional, her irritation more-or-less under her control though she was still blatantly grumpy about the matter. “I was a human. I died in my world. And, my soul or spirit, whatever remains after death, was left in an expanse of white. Endless whiteness…” she trailed off, staring past blue-eyes for a moment or two, until she caught herself drifting off, shook her head, and refocused on the creature once again.

“I was aware, but my thoughts were kind of muddled. I’d already gotten used to the hopelessness and loneliness…then- and no, I don’t know when exactly, because there was no way to measure the time,” her lips thinned at the intrusion of the unwanted memory she was describing, its image and the emotions she had felt back when she was formless an unnecessary distraction to the current situation. “A human-looking male appeared. I doubt he was human, I'm fairly certain he had claws. Anyways, he was dark haired, with strange powers, weird shadows behind him, a crazy, and I by that I mean a serial-killer-crazy or the pyromaniac-in-middle-of-setting-a-huge-fire-crazy grin on his face.

"He had crimson-eyes and bloody clothing. He introduced himself as the Demon King, told me about another world – this world, and for a lack of better wording, transported my soul here, and gave me the choice to be reborn as one of 6 creatures. I chose a Dire Rat and was reborn as one. Even though I’ve died and am technically not exactly human anymore, I’ve kept my previous memories, my intellect, whatever it is that made me human in my world. My soul…or spirit, I suppose, is still that of a human’s.”


After this rather hefty tale, Asteria inhaled and exhaled in a long slightly tired sigh. Blue-eyes had also demanded to see the truth of her spirit however, and besides telling it, Asteria had no idea what to do. She closed her eyes, thought about her time as a human, her previous appearance of 5’9, light brown shoulder-length hair dyed to blonde and tied in a ponytail, her icy-blue eyes, her trademark smirk, her manners, actions, family, work, friends, and basically everything that made her her before she'd died. After some minutes of that intense focus, she addressed blue-eyes again “So, do you see the truth of my spirit yet?” Regardless of the answer, she carefully opened her eyes again, staring at the entity cautiously, still feeling an imminent sense of danger.

“By the way, you’ll have to be more specific about your other questions,” she added, and while the water-shape was hopefully distracted by all the information Asteria had just given it, used Monster Analysis on it, both out of curiosity to see if it would work as well as in a fit of contrariness to defy blue-eyes, if only a tiny bit.

Asteria

If the previous scenes had that distinct dreamy fogginess, the blinding whiteness was like a ping to her awareness, and Asteria realized with an unexpected, almost forceful clarity that she was dreaming. It was just like a lucid dream, except something else appeared and influenced both the environment, and more concerning, possibly her mind as well. The water streamed down from nothingness, pooling around her. Shit, I better not drown in a dream and die again. The thought flitted through her mind as a voice spoke up.

“I was a human…And I still am, sort of,” she confirmed hesitantly, wary of answering at all. She sought out the source of the voice but found only a pair of blue eyes staring up at her from within the water. Creepy. This thing seemed like it was responsible for all the water - water which was threatening to overflow and kill her just then. Fucking great.

“What a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. or Miss mysterious-voice,” her reply carried the heavy note of sarcasm. She knew very well it was a simple and almost reflexive reaction to a fear, and not just to the idea that she might die again. After all, something messing with her mind was a significantly worse danger to contemplate, and never mind the possibility the Demon King might have already done so.

“I suppose I might as well enlighten you with the alias I choose to go by these days. It’s Asteria. Now, before I answer your other questions, why don’t you tell me who you are and what exactly is the idea with invading my dreams?” her approach wasn’t quite as polite as Asteria might have rationally desired, but if asked, she’d blame her tiredness – even if this was a dream, and she didn’t exactly feel the same bodily sensations as she would have when awake.

Asteria


Asteria was asleep within minutes of lying down next to Mother Rat, and was mostly unaware as both her body and mind got their much needed rest. There were occasional flashes of images; of a monstrous rat ripping a wisp apart, crimson blood fountaining and overflowing from the previously whitish-blue glowing orb, of watching herself be poisoned again, only there was no rescue this time as her rat-body continued to writhe and spasm in pain, eventually stilling, of various monsters cruelly tearing off a giant’s head, feeling triumphant and joining in, sinking her teeth into the neck, tasting blood and liking it, of a strange vibrant world full of magical forces, of the warmth of Mother Rat’s body giving her comfort at the end of a trying day. Most if not all of these images would probably be forgotten by tomorrow, but there was one that made more of an impression than all the others; seeing her former body – the human one – lying peacefully and strangely beautiful for all that it was dead already (and she knew the corpse should have been mangled beyond recognition with how she had actually died, but here it looked as if she had died in her sleep), feeling as if she were floating above it, then suddenly finding herself in the familiar whiteness, only this time, it was practically in the next moment instead of an eternity later that the Demon King appeared and transferred her over to her current form and world. His words, his appearance, his gleeful madness (possibly he was an inspired genius, a simple old but powerful eccentric, a dream-thought pointed out) were not things she would easily forget.

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