Temporary

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Ryuudou Temple

The spirit of Ajax the Great winked out of existence in a single second, and for a moment, Serafina wasn't sure how to feel. Annoyed? Angry? Upset? She thought for a moment, as her sister panicked. Takeru was fighting Achilles, antagonised by the death of his cousin before his very eyes. This was her fault, without a doubt. She had miss-stepped, made a tactical error, and it had led to a domino effect that would no doubt wrack their alliance with the Matou's for the rest of the war.

She stood at the Temple Gate, wondering on what she could do now. Summon a new Servant? She could, but there was something to be taken care of first. Now that Ajax was dead, now that someone had actually died, there was a plan she could go through with. Her gaze lingered on Sofia, who took off on running down the stairs for some reason or another. They couldn't have another Servant die.

"Wait up, sis!" she called, running down a couple of steps to catch her attention, "There's no point trying to call off the fight, she'll be dead before you even get close. Achilles is going to kill her." her hand reached up to run through her own hair, thinking for just a moment, "Takeru cannot hold back against him. But luckily, we know who he is." with a smile, her hand dropped to her side, "Just aim for his heel. Keep out range, and target it. She'll know what to do~!"

With that smile, she turned back to walk away, but caught herself for just a second.
"Um, but if you're going out anyway, can you get me some fireworks, or something like that? I have a Ruler to call."

@addamas

Danganronpa Alternate: Apologies to Hope (Reboot) [Deader than Disco]

Presentation Cabin

~ Bootup Sequence ~

Shadows danced across the floor of a wooden room, illuminating the interior through open windows. The chill of the day left the interior with something of a crisp coolness, though despite the temperature, it was hardly unpleasant. The single body and sunlight had raised the temperature a few degrees, allowing the girl inside to sleep for as long as was necessary. Though that time had passed.

From the floor stirred said girl. She was curled into a corner, head against both the floor and her knees, with a toy rabbit squished into her chest, savouring what warmth was available. Her body wrapped into itself in a fetal position, thought not for fear of her location, nor the unknown surroundings. No - she merely wanted to keep sleeping. It was the nature of a girl with too much sleep debt to pay off; the nature of a girl awake into the early hours working or messing around as she saw fit.

It was the nature of Lilly Hart, the Ultimate Hacker. Her eyes flicked open, before immediately closing to adjust to the burst of brightness. The windows, despite having shutters, were left wide open, allowing beams of light to streak in and paint the wooden floor golden. It wouldn't have been an issue, but as the girl stretched out and rolled across the floor to face the rest of the room, her retinas burned with the newfound glow. Who opened the curtains?

Blind and groggy, her hand found the wall, then a table or chair of some kind, and with the support she pulled herself from the ground. And eventually, slowly, but surely, her eyes fluttered open, revealing her surroundings. The cabin was small, though not so small as to where it couldn't fit a decent amount of people. Chairs were set out in rows, indicating some kind of assembly room. The projector, sat atop a small table pointed towards the wall, confirmed that idea.

The rabbit hung by her side as she continued around the room, taking everything in. From the windows she could see grass, and trees, and a large fence just a distance a-ways. Everything felt strange. Very strange. A level of strange she was used to, but not in this manner. This was far from a school dormitory, that much she could ascertain. Perhaps it was some kind of initiation, a test for the new students. A bubble of excitement rose in her chest as the idea planted itself like a seed. There had been no mention of such an activity, but if it was true, this would be a wonderful experience.

With a renewed spring in her step, Lilly skipped towards the door at the back of the cabin, swinging it open with her whole body. A small set of cabinets sat behind it, filled with varying documents regarding camping activities. Dangerous plants, fire starting techniques, camp safety, proper storage of canoes, and many other documents. Though she made no effort to read the others, just the first few was enough to elicit a small smile, one of genuine, childish enjoyment.

With one hand, she brushed her hair from her face, before taking several other, random documents from the cabinet, barely even recognising them being written in English and not Japanese. With each she took, she stuffed them into her pocket, before turning tail and skipping from the backroom, past the chairs, and out the main door into the cool air of the camp grounds. This was going to be more than just fun, this was going to be amazing!

She would have new experiences, and meet all sorts of new people! A light hum emerged from her lips, less of a distinctive tune and closer to a random assortment of sounds resembling something of a melody. Who would she meet first?! There were so many possibilities!

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Outdoor Amphitheatre

~ Justice Never Rests ~

This was a terrible way to start a new day. He was meant to be attending Hopes Peak, but no. Here he was, staring up at a blue, sparse sky on a stone bench in the middle of nowhere. Though he couldn't quite tell what had happened, nor where he was, he knew that this certainly was not the prestigious academy he had been promised in the acceptance letter. A naive hope at the back of his mind suggested some kind of class activity, but it was ignored promptly. They wouldn't do something like this without warning.

With his knees arched, and his hands behind his head, the boy continued to look upwards. He was already awake, and had been for some time now, though the people around him weren't. Two girls, or so he had scouted, both in a deep slumber. It was an assumption, but there was something in his thought processes that indicated it may have been drug induced. That was, if the headache he arose to was any indication. Three people, in one area, drugged and dumped in the middle of nowhere? It wasn't just fishy. It was suspicious.

Of course, he wasn't merely laying still without having done anything. He had scouted a little further than just the amphitheatre they found themselves stationed by. Facing the stage, there was a lake at their nine o'clock, and further behind around about seven o'clock was a path, leading off into a dense section of trees. He would have explored further, but he wasn't going to leave the two to awaken alone, without any idea what was going on. He needed to give them at least some semblance of support, even if he was in much the same boat as them.

The first indication of something new occurring was the sound of gentle talking, decently nearby. With that, he sat up, using his hands to pry himself from the bench and into an upright position. Dark and deep golden eyes fell upon the girl, now awake and walking around - the white haired one. It pained him to simply call her the "White haired one", but there was no indication that they were acquainted. No memories, no familiarity. But if he was going to Hopes Peak, only to wake up here, then maybe, just maybe, she was like him.

"Hey." he called over, his voice carrying around the stonework theatre, "Finally awake?" despite the situation, and no doubt her confusion, every word he spoke was coupled with a smile, and a calm demeanour, as he looked her over, attempting to recall anything about her, "I'm glad - you were sleeping pretty heavily earlier."

With that, he stood up, letting his hands fall to his sides as he walked along the row of seats, and to one of the multiple staircases lining the structure. His steps were ones void of fear, though inside, that wasn't entirely true. The fact that someone else was awake had settled one nerve, but sparked another; what kind of person would kidnap children, and then dump them in the middle of nowhere?
"I'm Shirou. Shirou Emiya." his voice gradually grew louder as he approached, until finally he stood in front of the girl, a little ways away, "It's nice to meet you. So, what's your name?"

@xxlanatjexx

Danganronpa Alternate: Apologies to Hope (Reboot) [Deader than Disco]

Lilly Hart

Name:

Lilly Hart

Ultimate (SHSL) Hacker:

Lilly is, as put by the Hopes Peak Board, “An incredibly talented hacker, a nigh prodigy in the field.” While her knowledge and skills extend into other branches of programming, her primary talent is finding, exploiting and breaching systems, allowing her to steal or destroy data, manipulate devices, and wreak havoc.

Gender:

Female

Appearance:

Lilly stands at approximately 5 foot, with short, greyish white hair, tipped with like pink highlights. She is of a slim build, possessing petite features, soft, pale skin, and deep blue eyes that drift into a light turquoise towards the pupil, and a particularly expressive countenance. While she bears something of a beautiful face and figure, her wardrobe is somewhat plain, boasting few particularly eye catching outfits, mostly consisting of unbranded shirt, jackets, skirts and trousers fit for most any occasion. Alongside this, she also carries a stuffed rabbit, which is somewhat worn from years of play, is missing an eye, and has a couple patches. She holds it tightly, often to her chest, and toys with it when nervous.

Personality:

Quite the bundle of energy, Lilly is a very animated character, loving fluffy animals, parties, and anything fun. Though being somewhat quiet, she is a very animated character, with a wide range of facial expressions and actions that she uses to great effect, able to illustrate how she feels even without vocal verification. At first, she can often be mistaken as shy, however prolonged exposure to her nature sheds light on how wrong such an assumption is.

Lilly is also a very capable individual. She can easily keep calm under pressure, and has a selectively eidetic memory to boot, allowing her to identify and solve issues quickly and effectively, much the same as she does in her work (just don't expect her to remember your name). Her lack of emotional response in stressful situations occasionally elicits worried and curious questions from her peers, although she tends to ignore them.

Another facet of her personality manifests in boundless curiousity. She has an insatiable need to know how things work, especially when it comes to people. It led to her interest in coding, and hacking, and everything she ever does. She also expresses some blurred moral concepts, though she likes to keep them hidden as to not disturb or concern her friends.

Backstory:

Lilly was as much of a normal child as one could hope for. Healthy, kind, friendly and fun. At least for the first few years of her life. The moment she was introduced to the internet, though, sparked something of a change. She was intelligent, that had been noticed, but the extents to which her intellect reached were far beyond what her family had imagined. She was programming websites at age five, and manipulating systems not long after. Suddenly she was drawing in money from God knew where, and though her parents were happy, they were somewhat worried, as any self respecting parent would be.

The truth came out several years later, when she was questioned by the FBI. She had been acting as a White Hat since age seven, and had been feeding information in the form of anonymous tips to the police for years after. Her exploits were finally acknowledged when she uncovered details of a prominent hacking group know as the Round Table, as well as a terror attack that they had been planning along similar atrocious act committed some years prior. Thanks to this, she was guaranteed a space in Hopes Peak as the Ultimate Hacker once it finally reopened.

Miscellaneous:

• She’s a sucker for sweets and fluffy animals of all kinds, though she avoids milk and dark chocolate.
• Doesn't care for sports, but she finds wrestlers silly and funny.
• Cuddly toys for life.
• Is very protective of her stuffed rabbit.
• Colour is PaleVioletRed

Seigi no Mikata

Name:

Emiya, Shirou (衛宮 士郎)

Ultimate (SHSL) Seigi no Mikata:

A Hero of Justice. One to stand before the evils and darkness of the world as a first defender and front line. One to risk their lives in the pursuit of saving the lives of others. An ally of the righteous, a defender of good, and a fearless soul in the midst of adversity. One to never back down, to never surrender; to continue pushing despite all odds and expectation to come out on top, regardless of that which stands in their way.

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

Shirou stands at approximately five foot seven, with short, auburn hair. He is relatively thin, but quite well built for his age, with decently fair skin and perceptive, golden-brown eyes. Despite what his Talent might suggest, he dresses in far less ambitious clothing than might be expected, with his wardrobe comprised primarily of very casual clothes; his primary and most common outfit being a pair of blue jeans and a blue and white shirt.

Personality:

"I AM THE BONE OF MY SWORD!"

Shirou has something of a distorted take on the concept of being a Seigi no Mikata. Though he follows the stereotypical ideals that all evil must be vanquished and all good must be protected, and so on and so forth, he believes the idea that some people are allowed to live and others are forced to die to be an inherently wrong and unfair concept. He doesn't simply wish to combat evil and protect good, but rather he seeks a way to deal with the fundamentally "evil" concept that is mortality. He isn't one to simply try and save people, and give up when he hits his limit. More often than not he will risk his very life to save others, even if they don't deserve to be saved.

These ideals are taken and pushed to the extremes in his day to day life. He refuses to stand by at the sidelines of his own limitations, and constantly attempts to push the boundaries of what he can achieve. Letting people that do not deserve it to die, when he could have intervened or assisted, is an unacceptable failure of his duties as a Hero of Justice. No amount of hardship or persuasion could affect his beliefs and ideals, and will act upon them without hesitation, without reward, and without reprieve, because that is what it means to be a Seigi no Mikata.

Another note of Shirou's personality is the extreme stubbornness he displays. No matter who the opponent is, whether he is in the right of wrong, whether he is a hypocrite or not, he will stand by his beliefs and ideals until the bitter end, come what may. Injury, hatred, the dissolution of friendships, or even death - nothing can and will come between him and what he decides is right to do by himself, the people he must protect, or the world at large.

Backstory:

Emiya Shirou was, while far from a household name, a mildly famous individual. In a world dominated by people with immense talent, known as Ultimates, there is little room for lesser heroes. But a lesser hero is exactly what Shirou once was. Some research on him reveals a small amount of information, suggesting that his life, apart from that which can be found, was relatively uneventful. Said research uncovers a news article regarding a large fire Kobe City, which killed almost everyone involved. One of the survivors was one Emiya Shirou, who was subsequently adopted by an anonymous male who assisted as a volunteer to search for survivors.

Through his thus far short life, Shirou was, for the most part, unknown. At least, he was unknown throughout Japan, and the world. In his place of birth, Kobe City, he was a surprisingly well known name. A busy body, with a penchant for Archery, who took on any job he could just to help out. The same could be said in the streets, for anywhere he went, he assisted those around him, no matter the issue. Perhaps he could more closely be referred to as a Local Hero, than a Hero of Justice, yet still the exploits of a boy striving for a better world reached the prestigious academy of Hopes Peak, and as such he was enrolled.

Miscellaneous:

• His colour is Red
• Is the Protagonist Has a Harem consisting of Seibah, Sakura, Rin, Medusa, Illya, and Issei.
• More TBA

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Ryuudou Temple, Temple Gate

The world went black for the briefest of moments. One second, she wa stood on an open stretch of the world, decimated by fires, worlds, and storms, beside her Servant and Ally. They were working on something at the behest of the Caster, and she was there for bodyguard duty, effectively. And then the ear splitting roar of impending death came about, rendering her hearing asunder, as she looked towards the oncoming and steadily encroaching Noble Phantasm. And for a moment, she felt fear. Until the world went black.

The next second, not even moments after she saw the attack oncoming, she was gone. And back again. But this time, she was stood at the Temple. In the central courtyard of the Temple Proper, only a short distance from the Gate. From her vantage point above the city she could see the devastating blow the rocked the Foreigner’s Lowlands. An attack that should have killed her, Ajax, and Caster. Should have.

It didn’t. By some miracle she had survived, and by the state of the Command Seals on her hand, so was her Servant. Was this Caster’s doing? She couldn’t be sure. But as the nausea of instantaneous teleportation wore off, her eyes laid upon a familiar sight. Saber and Sofia, looking out across the city from the Temple Gate, watching the immensely powerful attack lay waste to what was once the city. And for a second, something swelled in her heart. A gratitude to be alive.

”Oh man, you are just the cutie I was hoping to see.” Serafina’s voice rang out across the courtyard as she ran up and hugged her sister, letting a desire to live for a while longer overcome her for the briefest of moments, ”And If it isn’t Saber herself? Perfect, listen you two, we have work to do. Berserker is kiiiiiind of about to get into a fight, with whatever Servant just blew up the wasteland.”

She let that sink in for just a second, before freeing herself from hugging Sofia, and facing the two head on.
”So, here’s the deal! We only win this war if both of you survive, comprende?” she pointed towards Saber, and then slowly moved the finger towards Sofia, So you’re gonna use a Command Spell to get Saber’s little butt over to the fight, and stop my Servant from getting utterly vaporised. Any questions?” a smile plastered her face as she spoke. This was their chance to wipe out a Servant, once and for all, honour and one-on-one duels be damned. This was a war.

There was no honour in war.

@addamas

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

@Moonlit Sonata

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Foreigner's Lowlands

The attack had worked, but not well enough. A single head fell, less a coherent form and more a mess of gore that fell and splattered across the flattened ground of the Foreigner's Lowlands. Past the incandescent glow of his shield, he eyed the Oni fly from on high, and yet her smile never broke. She was laughing and enjoying herself, perhaps in full confidence of her... "Otou-san". The hero held his ground, clutching the shield and steeling himself against the flurry of blows as his rampant and clouded mind ran through the situation.

His spear was gone, and he had no way to recover it without dropping the shield. His body groaned under the force of holding back the barrage of attacks, tearing in places as his preternatural strength coupled alongside the strain of Rho Aias cracking. One layer broke, and then another. He had no weapon. If he dropped the shield and tried to attack, he would die. What an amusing situation.

Ajax braced his hands against the shield, and with it stood up from the ground, the force of each head slamming against its form digging his feet into craters behind him. And he pushed, with every ounce of strength he could muster. Every fibre of his body screamed with strength much too far beyond human limits, only barely held together by whatever magic that Caster had weaved into him before the fight. And he forced the shield forwards.

No doubt the heads of the Orochi were moving at a great deal of speed. Should their great strength and momentum come to clash with an advancing shield backed with strength closer to that of a God, there was no telling the damage that would be inflicted upon them.

@Froppy

Danganronpa Alternate (Reboot, in need of new players)

The true Protagonist enters the battle.

Seigi no Mikata CS

Name:

Emiya, Shirou (衛宮 士郎)

Ultimate (SHSL) Seigi no Mikata:

A Hero of Justice. One to stand before the evils and darkness of the world as a first defender and front line. One to risk their lives in the pursuit of saving the lives of others. An ally of the righteous, a defender of good, and a fearless soul in the midst of adversity. One to never back down, to never surrender; to continue pushing despite all odds and expectation to come out on top, regardless of that which stands in their way.

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

Shirou stands at approximately five foot seven, with short, auburn hair. He is relatively thin, but quite well built for his age, with decently fair skin and perceptive, golden-brown eyes. Despite what his Talent might suggest, he dresses in far less ambitious that might be expected, his wardrobe comprised primarily of very casual clothes; his primary and most common outfit being a pair of blue jeans and a blue and white shirt.

Personality:

"I AM THE BONE OF MY SWORD!"

Shirou has something of a distorted take on the concept of being a Seigi no Mikata. Though he follows the stereotypical ideals that all evil must be vanquished and all good must be protected, and so on and so forth, he believes the idea that some people are allowed to live and others are forced to die to be an inherently wrong and unfair concept. He doesn't simply wish to combat evil and protect good, but rather he seeks a way to deal with the fundamentally "evil" concept that is mortality. He isn't one to simply try and save people, and give up when he hits his limit. More often than not he will risk his very life to save others, even if they don't deserve to be saved.

These ideals are taken and pushed to the extremes in his day to day life. He refuses to stand by at the sidelines of his own limitations, and constantly attempts to push the boundaries of what he can achieve. Letting people that do not deserve it to die, when he could have intervened or assisted, is an unacceptable failure of his duties as a Hero of Justice. No amount of hardship or persuasion could affect his beliefs and ideals, and will act upon them without hesitation, without reward, and without reprieve, because that is what it means to be a Seigi no Mikata.

Another note of Shirou's personality is the extreme stubbornness he displays. No matter who the opponent is, whether he is in the right of wrong, whether he is a hypocrite or not, he will stand by his beliefs and ideals until the bitter end, come what may. Injury, hatred, the dissolution of friendships, or even death - nothing can and will come between him and what he decides is right to do by himself, the people he must protect, or the world at large.

Backstory:

Emiya Shirou was, while far from a household name, a mildly famous individual. In a world dominated by people with immense talent, known as Ultimates, there is little room for lesser heroes. But a lesser hero is exactly what Shirou once was. Some research on him reveals a small amount of information, suggesting that his life, apart from that which can be found, was relatively uneventful. Said research uncovers a news article regarding a large fire Kobe City, which killed almost everyone involved. One of the survivors was one Emiya Shirou, who was subsequently adopted by an anonymous male who assisted as a volunteer to search for survivors.

Through his thus far short life, Shirou was, for the most part, unknown. At least, he was unknown throughout Japan, and the world. In his place of birth, Kobe City, he was a surprisingly well known name. A busy body, with a penchant for Archery, who took on any job he could just to help out. The same could be said in the streets, for anywhere he went, he assisted those around him, no matter the issue. Perhaps he could more closely be referred to as a Local Hero, than a Hero of Justice, yet still the exploits of a boy striving for a better world reached the prestigious academy of Hopes Peak, and as such he was enrolled.

Miscellaneous:

• His colour is Red
• Is the Protagonist Has a Harem consisting of Seibah, Sakura, Rin, Medusa, Illya, and Issei.
• More TBA

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

Foreigner's Lowlands

Ajax the Great stood just a short distance from were he stood before. It wasn't a surprising event, for he understood that the woman his Master was working with was of the "Caster" Class, ordained as such by the Holy Grail War. Though it meant little to him, still, it was something marginally worth knowing and understanding. They had been transported by her, elsewhere. Though he was prepared to utilise his Noble Phantasm to hold their ground, he didn't get a chance. One second, they were gone. And then he was back, alone, stood upon the decimated grounds of the city before two adversaries.

And energy coursed through his veins. There had been some disorientation during the teleportation procedure, but that had already worn off. That said, he hadn't an idea what had occurred during that time frame. All he knew was that the "Caster" had done something to him. Empowered? Enthused? He cycled through a couple of words, attempting to find the best fit in his mind, as he took a single, hulking step forward, creating a small crater with his might. This was more than just a buff; this was pure, unbridled strength.

Through that black helmet, the mad eyes of the Berserker isolated and observed his foe. Though there were two, the latter seemed too weak to continue the battle, and was already preparing for his escape. Which left the other. A small girl. Ajax's head tilted to the side as he looked upon her. This was to be his opponent? He took another step closer. She was talking, although the words she spoke fell on deaf - or perhaps ignorant - ears.

He watched as she shouted, and spilled her blood across the ground. Did that make her... like him? A "Berserker"? An aura of rage and madness permeated from her, and the blood, and the ground around them, followed by the deafening roar of the creature she had summoned. The massive snake tore from the droplet towards him, its mouth opened wide, stretching long bridges of saliva between its teeth as it approached. And then another was born. And another.

Deific Rejection
Active

Guardian Knight
Active

The wall of a man stood watching the beasts be summoned from mere drops of blood. So that was her Noble Phantasm? And a name. "Ibuki Douji". So that was to be his opponent. Despite the steadily encroaching Serpents, Ajax stood his ground, taking in the situation with his Eye of the Mind. No doubt this would take some manoeuvring on his part... This wasn't a battle to be taken lightly.

In a single action, he bent his legs and leapt backwards, demolishing the ground to create a large crater beneath him. The force shook the ground, a small shock-wave rippling across the flattened landscape, along with a tearing sound. No man was meant to wield this much strength. His legs tore with the power, but still, he landed flat, some distance away from the encroaching snakes. He would need the distance.

The next action raised the spear above his head, head facing his adversary. That same, crackling blue energy ran along its alabaster shaft, rippling across its length and into his arm. He wouldn't throw this at his full strength, nowhere near. But it would be near enough. The next second, he threw it, his flesh tearing at the shoulder as he leased the weapon, unleashing his Noble Phantasm with a roar of pure madness, directed straight at the Oni on the Snake. Perhaps it was not the most powerful it could be, but allowing it to connect would be a terrible mistake on her part. If she did, he would activate that.

The moment it was released, he fell to one knee, shield stretched before him. And Ajax said the only words he could say in this form. Words engraved into him from the Throne of Heroes. It wasn't quiet, nor subtle. It was an announcement. A shout. Shuten would no doubt hear it, for it was the announcement of his own Noble Phantasm.

"RHO AIAS!"

A brilliant, incandescent kaleidoscope of light tore through the shine of the day. From out-within the shield stretched out a brilliant expanse of pure energy, spanning across the battle field entirely. It was less like a shield and more like a wall, comprised of seven layers of radiant and glorious glow, plastered atop the original shield. After all, this was Rho Aias, a shield of absolute defence. Only the most powerful of Noble Phantasms could destroy it - not even Durandal, the spear of Hector, could breach its impregnable form. It would take the Oni everything she had, if not more, to do so. He was more than prepared for these Snakes.

@Froppy@floodtalon

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

@Herringson For some reason I thought Thomas had moved, my mistake. I'm editing it now XD

Edit is done.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

~ She Was Right ~

Faith had only one course of action. It was the only one available to her. It was the right path to take, no matter what anyone else said. It didn't matter whether what Thomas had really was an explosive, she was safe. All she needed to do was prove a point, and she'd done it, without recourse nor mercy. Everything Thomas was doing was wrong. Blackmail? Threats? He deserved this. He could either admit his bluff of get himself hurt. There was no other choice.

She sat, in her confidence and the ever spreading stain of Thomas's fresh and warm blood, waiting for her victory. A genius, that's what she was. Did Thomas think he was clever with such a bluff? The holes in it were more than obvious, they were palpable and tangible, and Faith was more than happy to stab a few more into his argument until he gave up the act. Blackmail was a horrible way to go about something like this. She was right. He could have just asked nicely - what could be so important that he wouldn't want Daimyon along with him? She was right.

But then Jezebel took the stage. And in the circle, among all the others at the Meeting, she called her out. That "Fear", whatever it was, crept into the back of her throat, ever word a pound of weight on a bed of eggshells. Every word. Every pause. She was right. She was right. What was happening? Wasn't she right? They had no need to comply with the demands of someone like Thomas, who exploited them with threats for his own personal gain.

A ticklish feeling settled at the back of her throat. It was that fear. She could feel it - Faith could feel it; they could both feel it. A kind of mirrored reflection, with every word staring back among a spider web of "Her". It hurt. It hurt. A cacophony encroached deep on her mind, drilling into parts of her brain that weren't meant to be drilled into. Maybe she wasn't listen, but she was seeing - beyond what she was supposed to see. She wasn't meant to see anything. She was right.

Apologise.
I can't.
Somewhere in the distance was a crack, a smell, a damp feeling on her flesh, and the dull echo of talking - somewhere far away. There was blood everywhere. How had this happened? Did nobody even notice it happen? The regret of failure spread among blood, spreading between a tiled floor. That's right, she had failed. She had failed. She wasn't right. Faith was never right, was she?

"Whenever I ask if you love me, you always answer right away; but when I ask if you trust me, you hesitate. Why, ▅▃▃?"

Apologise.
I can't!
It was probably too late for that. It was always that grin with her, wasn't it? That god awful grin that lingered with every god awful memory of her. She was wrong. She was sorry. It didn't matter, though. As quickly as it had been drawn, the knife was slid back into her breast pocket, allowing the residual blood to spread out into the rest of her outfit. It's for the best. Probably. It probably is.

She didn't know what to do now. It wasn't like she was afraid of dying, but if she could have it her way... dying like this wasn't going to be her first choice. There was only one thing left to do now. Apologise. Of course not, it wouldn't matter either way. She swallowed the tickling feeling - gulping down the fear that Jezebel had instilled these past weeks. What a foolish girl.
"Your despair doesn't mean anything." her head titlted, not far enough to face Thomas head on, but just enough to catch him in her periphery, "You're too irrational to have any measure of true despair."

And then, she turned back towards Jezebel, her eyes lingering on hers for just a little too long. They weren't looking at her though. Her piercing red eyes looked past her, beyond her, and towards the wall.
"If I wanted to kill you, Jez..." she spoke quietly - less soft, though, and more in resignation, "I would have done it a long time ago."

Apologise.
...it doesn't matter anymore.
And then she fell quiet.