Post by Vio on Apr 29, 2015 15:13:35 GMT -5
"I hope you... Have found peace in the next life..." Standing over the body of her fallen foe, Scarlette Grimm-Rosa kept a soft smile upon her frosty white face as she looked down at what remained of Mrs Marianne. The Dieu-le-Veut pirate woman's corpse was little more than a lifeless shell spattered with dark red paint; some of it her own, some of it from the reaper. Around the body stood the four Homunculi, idle and expressionless as always as they awaited whatever orders would follow. They did not care what had happened, nor what was going to happen. Were they even aware of what they were? Probably not, the summoner had once thought during her development of such abilities. Right now she had no time for such thoughts, no energy. Standing was only accomplished by the way her legs were spread, and the weight dispersed into the weapon whose steely fang was enveloped in warm redness. A pool of darkness had spread out from the defeated damsel's body, limbs sprawled and sword bathed in that very same fluid.
There was really nothing more to be said or done. One foe had fallen, joining her comrades in the world beyond the prison that had kept them for so long. Another, Miss Grimm-Rosa hoped, was soon to join them. But despite all the satisfaction she received for accomplishing such a feat, there was something else that bothered her. Something was not quite right with her, and by that she did not mean the crippling side effects of pushing herself so hard. No. Whatever this other thing was, whatever it meant, it seemed to elude her. Pulling her scythe away from Marianne's body, she turned away from the scene of their bloody battle and took one heavy step after another. Well, she tried to. Three was about all she could manage before she fell to her knees, body barely even juddering in reflex. Forward she fell, almost in slow motion, upon the cold pavement.
And her fingers loosed their icy grip upon the snaith of her weapon.
Bloodied metal clattered dimly beside her as she lay there, barely even feeling the warmth of her own blood upon her body. Across the ground the fallen femme looked with empty eyes, quietly contemplating the strangest things. Suddenly, everything about her past seemed lost to her. Anna's tragic death. Her father's twisted convictions. Jigokuchi - her homeland - seemed to be nothing more than a rock she had never set foot upon. The past was just some sort of ghost, clinging to her and weighing her down. Pulling her back into darkness. But ahead there was a dim light. A clarity of purpose, perhaps? Up until this very day, she had been set on a single path, bound to the beliefs instilled within her mind as a child. But now all that seemed to be gone, taken away and replaced with a cold emptiness. What was she doing? Where was she going? Who was she fighting against? No matter what she tried, no answers came to her. Maybe she was chasing the wrong answers? Pluto certainly seemed to have thought so...
Pluto... Rebecca... Brief glimpses of friendly faces in front of her eyes, Scarlette's chocolate hues shimmered softly for a moment before her eyelids fell shut, blotting out the amber light of the quietening conflagration. Everything was dark and silent. And weightless. Even upon the cold ground she felt less and less like she was laying down and more and more as if something was lifting her up into the air, carrying her away. It was an inexplicable feeling, really. But, despite the comforting warmth that the invisible arms seemed to offer, she resisted their grasp. She had a reason to stay grounded, even if she was no longer certain of what that reason was. Did she even need a reason...?Really short post, I know, but there's not much else I could write about her passing out and questioning herself. Medical attention is required! Even if it is just bandages and cleaning her wounds. Also the Homunculi will be standing idle (they 'switch off' when she's unconscious).