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Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Dareen Kahina

Dareen looked down at herself as the rain was heated off her cloak. "Oops," She said insincerely. She leaned onto the arm of the couch, resting her knuckles into her cheek, staring up at Faeril like an impetulant teenager. Yes, she thought to herself as the Eryien carried on about Protocol. I do know I tend to bring trouble onto those undeserving. She's done it many times in her life time, and it's something she hasn't quite gotten around to fully coming to terms with yet. Still, she hardly had any respect for those who claimed to be deserving of respect just because they were born in some way or another. Protocol was just another tool of the oppressors, whoever they may be. Still, Dareen was interested to find out what was going on here. Whoever these people were, they didn't seem to be friends of the Queen Dorothea. They probably would have demanded money or something, by now. The Pruulish woman wanted to learn more about any opposition there might be.

But nobility were usually part of the problem. It was hard not to see everyone in the higher castes as issues. Often they all looked, acted, and talked so similar to each other.

The "Reaper" (he most likely chose that name himself, Dareen thought) was being invited out of the room. The Eryien witch switched into her native tongue, and pointed very directly at Dareen. The Pruulish woman responded by gesturing at her own chest and making a surprised face. "Who, me?" Her facial expression said ironically.

She made herself more comfortable on the couch as some people cleared out. Whatever it was, it was clear she wasn't invited. What an odd day this turned out to be. Now a little more alone, she re-evaluated her strategy. She was annoyed by the fact she was here against her will. But, still, isn't this where she wanted to be? She wanted answers, didn't she? Questions like: Why was Dareen and her mercenaries sent out to bully and harass seemingly innocent people? What happened to all the Black Widows? Why was there a hidden pit of drea inside Dareen's heart? She'd never really thought about her faith in the establishment, or more rather her lack thereof. Disillusioned in her life choices, the Yellow-Jeweled Witch had set out for answers. Now, here she was. Being tsked tsked at by a woman with perfect hair and perfect nails. Some things never change.

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womp womp

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Lauren C. Watson

The nodes struck into Lauren's chest, penetrating the thin t-shirt and through her skin. Her mouth formed into an O and she fell onto of April fully, sliding off of her and landing partially on the ground, convulsing uncontrollably. Lauren had modified the taser to be incredibly more lethal than a regular taser. These thoughts ran through her head briefly before the pain overcame her and there were few thoughts at all, except pleading with God. It didn't matter anymore.

"Uah-" She articlated numbly. Lauren was laying on her side, slightly curled into the fetal position, her face one of surpise and confusion. Even if April wanted too, the taser could not be turned off. It was a one way trip.

"Tccha." A few loong ments later, the taser burned out and crackled to a halt. Lauren rolled onto her back and stared past the ceiling, blinking slowly. Her heart had come to a stop, succumbing to cardiac arrest, the overload of amps causing electrical interference with the vital organ. She tried to inhale, but nothing happened. Confusion gave way to darkness as Lauren lost consciousness, her eyes fluttering shut. One last spasm of her shoulder and the murderer sighed, slowly exhaling her last breathe into the air of the STAB facility. "Hhhhh...."

That was it. Nothing else.

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u think I should?

I guess I should. Not much else to react too honestly. I'll get on it

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uh oh

that ain't no regular tazer

that's a MURDER TAZER

edit: I'm not sure if I should reply again, actually. Maybe this would be a good time for someone else to hop in?

i don't know. i'll probably reply soon anyway

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Lauren C. Watson

Lauren was wide-eyed as April lowered the tazer. Can't let her go? Can't let her go? That made no sense to Lauren. Why would she want to be let go? She mad woman glanced around at the other two in her room. Niels, Ana. April. Why did they have to intervene? Didn't they want Lauren's help?

"I don't want to hurt you, either. I just need you to- I just need you to trust me! Trust me! Give me that tazer, April. Everything is going to be fine. You wouldn't understand, you can't understand. It doesn't matter anymore." She was speaking with violent intensity.

"Please, Jesus. Please!" She shouted again, lurching towards April, her hands clawing towards the tazer.

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@Gcold cool, i'm looking forward to round 2. i don't think there's a good reason to RP reno's death anymore. i'm trying to figure out how to RP Lauren's right now, lol. I think I'll have her reply to April in the mean time

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ok i made some edits. let me know if i need to make any more changes @Kuro

Flames of War [0/12 — Accepting]

@Kuro sure thing, i'll add more onto her biography, and fix the headers. do you want me to post the second version when i am done?

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Lauren C. Watson

"Someone's framing me. This all wrong. You don't actually believe..." Lauren was clearly panicking, her breathing was heavy, sweat was glistening her face and tears were welling her eyes. She had attempted to grasp at the taser, but it was snatched out of reach.

"It wasn't me. It wasn't me." She repeated to herself, backing up into the corner. The woman's gaze flicked from each member of the facility, from Ana, to April, to Niels. How could she get out of this? Was it possible? Why wouldn't they just let her...what didn't they understand? She was trying...

"Oh, Jesus. Oh, Lord." She whispered nervously to herself. The engineer looked like she was going to explode.

"I'd never do anything to hurt you all. Never. You just don't understand, you're all good people. I'm helpful. I'm helpful, I really am. Just...I need...you to listen to me. It doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't- why are you all looking at me like that!?" Her voice rose into a shriek, her hands clenching into fists and her face twisting into confusion, anger, and horror all at once.