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    Felicity was all amused and ready for action and stuff... then he called her a little sister.

    In a split second that felt way longer, sweet memories assaulted her mind without concent. Her eyes widened, her breath quivered. Nevin had his hand of her shoulder, speaking apologetically to her about the assault on the mine. Felicity would have cared more about the mine than herself anyways, however...

    Jonathan...

    Suddenly, she realized just how she felt so comfortable around a man she barely knew. He reminded her of him...

    She blinked as he finished moving his mouth, forcing out a reply, "Yeah, it's fine."

    Her eyes winced shut. She raised her hand to her temple for a moment, pressing her fingers against her head. Her teeth gritted as the emptiness of his absence took over. Flickers of a blood bathed death invaded her thoughts. She shook her head with a firm jolt. She lowered her hand, agony written on her face as she spat a cold, hurried statement. "Let's go."

    Without accepting yet another one of Nevin's calm gestures, or expressing her reasons for distress, she stepped forth. Softly yet firmly pushing the workers aside, she walked outside the shop. As the light of the evening sun temporally blinded her immediate vision, the memories waged war with her...


    ~~~



    The young man walked up to her, putting his hands on her shoulders, "You've obviously learned a lot, Felicity."

    Felicity grinned, "Yeah, I did."

    The man swat her armor covered arm, chuckling. "Don't get cocky."

    Felicity put her flamberge away, then put her hands on her hips. She leaned on one leg, her head tilted towards it, "I'm not cocky... I'm good."

    The two chuckled as they walked away from the clearing, into the forest. Leaves gently flew in the wind, the moon shining above as the silently trekked along. Felicity was thankful for the man leading her along. He allowed her to join him with open arms. She had lived with him how many years, she viewed him as a brother rather than a cousin.

    The fifteen year old followed her cousin well, although feeling drowsy from the last several weeks. She located him only yesterday, and it took the two weeks before to track him. Even before starting her journey to find him, she had been through some tough junk.

    Her cousin turned around for a moment, his rifle bumping his longsword as he turned. "Are you okay back there?"

    Felicity had her head down, scuffling her feet. At her cousin's question, she looked up with a weary smile. "Yeah." she stuck her thumb up, "I'm goo-"

    The sound of a wolf's howl echoed through the trees. Felicity's eyes widened like dinner plates, her hand zipping towards to sword hanging on her back. Her arming swords, located at her hips, swung. Her brigantine armor shook, hair flipping in her paranoid momentum.

    Several crows called, flying from the trees above. Felicity's relative chuckled, "Are you sure?"

    Felicity slowly lowered her hand, her eyes went back to normal. "Uhh... Still restless from the last several days."

    A nervous chuckle escaped the teen as she walked up to her cousin, "Um..."

    "Yes?"

    Felicity bit her lip, bouncing a little, "Thanks for taking me, Jeremiah."

    Her cousin smiled and pulled her into a hug. They continued walking along. "Aw, you're welcome."
    Last edited by Flamebird; 12-13-2017 at 12:10 AM.
    Songs of Felicity.

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    Fewicity Rhyolite: Described by Nevin as "Little Ragechild."

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    Nevin blinked once. "Well, that isn't good. I knew she - sweet Crimson Flow. Men. Hurry on ahead to the mine, she doesn't know where it is so you'll beat her there. I need to go have a talk with her." The miners looked sincerely confused but left, and Nevin sighed as he grabbed another calming potion and his whip. He curled the barbed weapon up on his waist and hurried out into the streets, pausing long enough to flip the sign around and lock the door.

    A glance down the street revealed where Felicity had gone. People were staring after the young redheaded girl, confusion and affront upon their faces. Whatever had come over her there, it was clear that it had messed with her greatly, as she was till shoving people aside as she strode down the street. Nevin let out a low groan as he got closer, his long legs eating up the distance between them.

    She was crying.

    She was crying, and it was probably his fault, again. Thick flow but he was an idiot - the girl barely knew him, he doubted she wanted to be called a little sister for a near total stranger. Nevin slapped himself in the back of his head - no one was around to do it for him - and caught up to the girl.

    "Felicity -" Nothing. She had come to a stop, leaning against a wall. Crimson. The hurt she held buried inide of her was clearly tearing her up. "Felicity, hold on girl." He pulled her to him and she clung to him, tears streaming down her feet and soaking his shirt. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and rocked her slightly from side to side.

    "Shh, shh, it's OK." He kept repeating this, rubbing her upper back with the heel of one hand. She was lost in memory, and he couldn't tell if they were happy and she was acting like this for what she had lost, or if they were sad and she grieved as she remembered them. Either way, she was not in good shape. So he stayed there, letting her vent against him.
    - "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."

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    "Today we thin the Ranger's ranks."

    "No." A whisper slid through her mouth, barely heard even by herself. The memory was fractured, shadowed, polluted with thick smog. The darkness of the surroundings was an abyss beyond her working memory. She could not even remember how tall the grasses were, or the presence of any trees. What she did see was...

    "Starting with him."

    Her teeth gritted as some man, who's appearance escaped her, drew a long shunning blade. It could be her memory broken, but it already appeared blood red. Her corrupted memory shifted through the undecryptable data and pixelated skips. ₩�μ��θ�^ Suddenly, a scream if desperation skipping in loops, their blades collided. %€�*# She felt %�Г rage. So much rage. *μ��~�� It consumed her...

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    ~~~



    She could not save him. Her cousin. Her brother... he was dead.

    Her Beserk abilities and her emotional trauma itself had plentiful thanks for her distorted memory. It was there though, forever. It always haunted her.

    She barely processed the people she passed, if at all. She barely understand her own stop against a stone wall. The moment Nevin confronted her, she grasped him tightly with her full strength. She did not comprehend anything outside of the memory she was lost in. She could not escape the agony. Breaking...

    She buried her head into his shirt. As she did, she cried a rainfall of bitter tears. She clenched onto his shirt for dear life. As she held on, however, she also pushed away. One hand violently slammed his shoulder in release. She screamed. Oh, she screamed. They were not even words, but screams conjured up from a place so dark...

    "No!" Her first muffled shriek from biting a piece of cloth was a 'no." Her fist tightened. She raised both arms now, but only one grasped his shoulder abd shook him. The other was still held up in the air. "Couldn't save!"

    More uninterpreted screams escaped her. The shockwaves of memory and terror replayed over and over in her head. She did not let go of the alchemist, close to demolishing him. She was experiencing a night terror while awake. The disassociation was increasingly obvious as she completely relived the death of Jonathan Rhyolite.

    "I COULDN'T SAVE YOU! JONATHAN!!! I'M SORRY!! I'M SO SORRY!!!"

    It carried on.
    Last edited by Flamebird; 12-12-2017 at 12:04 AM.
    Songs of Felicity.

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    Fewicity Rhyolite: Described by Nevin as "Little Ragechild."

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    Well, it seems like I finally figured out what her anger has been shielding her from. Nevin frowned as the girl screamed out her terror and grief against him. Crimson threads had snaked from him to her, wrapping around her beating arm and hauling back, enough to soften the blows so all he would have later is bruises, not broken bones. Terror and sorrow had young Felicity held tight in their grasp, and all he could do was weather and endure.

    So he did, holding her tight to his chest as she screamed for her lost one. He kept massaging her back as she reached for the heavens, desperately grasping for something she couldn't see. It was clear that her memories had her entwined fully, she barely seemed cognizant at this point as her tears soaked through his shirt, bitter grief flowing down her face as he pulled them out of the middle of the street.

    She didn't seem to notice when he sat them down, and started rocking her back and forth. This felt... Familiar? Had he comforted someone who was crying like this before? A flash of straw blonde hair, and his heart ached a little. He squeezed Felicity tighter and began singing to her softly, dredging up an old lullaby from a lifetime ago.

    " Hush, hush, little snowflake, it's okay, winter and you are here to stay.
    Hush, hush little snowflake, no need to make a sound, soon you'll cover the ground.
    A soft world of white, blanketing the night.
    " He started stroking her hair softly as she screamed and shook in his arms, crying for this Johnathon. That was why him calling her his sister had made her react - it had triggered a memory, and without anger to guard her the pain and taken over.
    - "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."

    Nevin: Formal, thoughtful, nurturing, bearer of tropey tentacles.

    "More threads! More! Threads for the Crimson Thread King!"
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    ... Felicity finally started to calm as the memory finally ceased. The ringing in her ears, the sound of a sword shoveling through flesh, still clammered against her eardrums. The visual faded away, however. The feeling of blood trickling down her body and half burnt clothes seemed to be washed by a shower. She still felt herself holding someone, but as her vision sluggishly cleared, she realized it was not a dying Jonathan.

    It was a living Nevin.

    She rested against his shoulder. Blood was replaced with her sweat. The grey wall Nevin leaned his back against was what she saw. Their red locks mixed, and Felicity felt what was a mixture between a scratchy thread and gell-like ooze gripping her arms. She was exhausted, still barely functioning.

    Her hand slipped and fell onto the leaf coated ground, limp. Her tears still clouded her vision. What battle had she just fought? Only the one in her head? While she had shoved people aside walking down the street, she blanked out.

    Despite being warm, she shivered. Her heart raced like a stallion's thunderous hooves. She still was on edge, but felt too weary to lift a fist. As if she had the will to, however... As Nevin whispered words of comfort to her, she closed her eyes.

    "He always saved me growing up." Her tone was slow, slurred... The voice sounded dead, although the bitter sorrow still stuck to the enunciations. "In Eiskalt, Corone. He had my back."

    Her back heaved as she choked, "I didn't..."

    She buried her head into Nevin's chest. She was too thankful for him. It was weird, but the constant hugs and hand on the shoulder. The comforting words... he and Jonathan were faintly alike. Felicity felt glued to him for this. Her brother figure was dead, her sister figure was shallow and tormented. Nevin was the first taste of positive, trustworthy care in... had it been two years?

    Two long, cold, lonely years.

    She still doubted whether or not she should of left her family for Ashla's tutelage in the first place.

    Here she was. Chillingly rested. As she calmed down and relaxed, her lungs started to ache from the weeping.
    Last edited by Flamebird; 12-12-2017 at 11:40 PM.
    Songs of Felicity.

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    Fewicity Rhyolite: Described by Nevin as "Little Ragechild."

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    Nevin gently massaged her back as his threads slipped back into his skin once more. She had calmed down somewhat now, and didn't seem to be ready to break his shoulder any more - not that he would have blamed her, gripped in grief like that. Instead, he just kept rocking her gently, humming under his breath as he let her slowly regain her bearings. When she spoke, muffled by his chest as it was, he reached up and stroked her hair, and listened.

    "I do not think he blamed you." He stopped his humming to speak, though he did keep slowly massaging her back. At this point her body was probably trying to recover from the sobbing cries, and she'd be getting a bit sore. Her anger shielded her from so much that had been buried - and those tears, and screams felt like she had been suppressing these memories. Nevin pressed on speaking.

    "If he gave everything to keep you safe - I doubt he would have wanted you to be hurt trying to rescue him. That's not how brothers think. We may tease and poke fun at our sisters, but we know we are supposed to protect them, not the other way around. I know I would have been angrier at my little sister if she'd gotten hurt trying to protect me." He squeezed Felicity's shoulders. "And I'm sure Johnathon felt the same way."

    The male alchemist leaned back and let his head rest against the wall behind him. She felt so small in his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline. He wondered just how long it had been since she'd actually grieved for her brother - if she ever had actually had a chance, considering how she had been telling him that she didn't cry because it showed weakness. Folly, to bottle it up in his opinion. He'd gladly sacrifice his shoulder if it meant this poor girl would finally have a chance to release the pain that had been trapped inside.
    - "We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood; Fear the old blood."

    Nevin: Formal, thoughtful, nurturing, bearer of tropey tentacles.

    "More threads! More! Threads for the Crimson Thread King!"
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