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WHO: Serenade and you!
WHEN: June 26th, Dark Hour
WHERE: Shadowville.
SUMMARY: Serenade's awakening.
RATING: PG.
WARNINGS: None.
She had swore to herself she would not wish for her prince to be there by her side, fighting off this evil that threatened them together. She swore she would stay strong even in this foreign land where a chance to return home to her beautiful Baroque and its people was all but nonexistent. She made such promises, but here she stood using her stave for support, hoping Crescendo would suddenly appear before her and expertly destroy these persistent monsters.
It was dark, eerily so. She couldn't remember what caused her to leave the safety of her bed to wander outside at midnight, what urged her to bring her stave along. but somehow she was here now. Perhaps it was the faint, nearly indistinguishable whisper in her mind that brought her to her senses, allowing her to realize she had become surrounding by what looked like moving pools of mud and blood mixed together. Immediately she brandished her weapon, already chanting the verse to summon Verbum: Celebrus to promptly extinguish these unfamiliar enemies. And yet, when the prayer ended, there wasn't a single glimmer on her stave. Serenade looked upon it in shock, but there was no time to ponder if she had somehow failed in her preparation for the attack. One of the slimy substances lunged for her, and she just barely managed to bash across the ground with a swing of her stave. Deciding that lingering could be fatal, she ran.
But the monsters eventually caught up, and Serenade found herself unable to use any of her abilities to land a successful counter. Even her healing talents were as if they never existed in the first place. All she could do was swing and swing, and swing her weapon some more to fight off the creatures, but the dents on their exterior were faint. It was only a matter of time when Serenade was the one receiving the hits, and she eventually collapsed to the ground in fatigue. But took a breath and struggled back up, holding onto a jutting piece of her stave to properly balance herself. She gazed upon the swarm of black somethings ,and knew then that there was nothing she could do.
'...Prince Crescendo, I... It appears I will not be able to return to you.'
Her legs shook, dangerously close to giving out on her so she would fall to the ground once more.
'I know not the source of that which deprives me of my abilities, Prince... I cannot win this fight. I...I am so sorry.'
One creature, presumably the leader of the group, inched forward in an ominous manner, as if it knew its prey was utterly defenseless and would not fight back. But the princess shook her head, startling the shadow.
'No! Even if...there is little chance of escaping this battle, I must...I must try! My prince...anyone, please! A sign is all I ask for. I must return to Baroque-'
"I will not lose my life here!" She announced this in a strong voice, a sharp contrast to her tattered appearance. It was then that her energy left her, and she collapsed once more to the ground...
A voice. Serenade picked up her head, staring tiredly ahead of her. The voice she heard as she left the hotel, the voice that led her here...she could hear it now.
"Who...are you?" A transparent silhouette focused itself in front of Serenade, blocking the group of shadows that reached for her. The ghost gradually solidified and a luminous aura outlined the figure of a beautiful young woman.
"My name is Kikuri-Hime. It seems you are in need of my assistance." The woman spoke and almost immediately afterward, a blinding red light burst before Serenade's eyes. She shut them tightly, lowering herself to the ground in pain. When she dared to look up again, she was surprised to find the black creatures gone. Not a trace of them survived the brilliance Kikuri-Hime created.
Kikuri-Hime herself was no where to be seen as well, but Serenade felt a presence on her shoulders, easing the pain away from her body. The soft and comforting sensation forced her eyes closed, and Serenade sat limp on her legs.
WHEN: June 26th, Dark Hour
WHERE: Shadowville.
SUMMARY: Serenade's awakening.
RATING: PG.
WARNINGS: None.
She had swore to herself she would not wish for her prince to be there by her side, fighting off this evil that threatened them together. She swore she would stay strong even in this foreign land where a chance to return home to her beautiful Baroque and its people was all but nonexistent. She made such promises, but here she stood using her stave for support, hoping Crescendo would suddenly appear before her and expertly destroy these persistent monsters.
It was dark, eerily so. She couldn't remember what caused her to leave the safety of her bed to wander outside at midnight, what urged her to bring her stave along. but somehow she was here now. Perhaps it was the faint, nearly indistinguishable whisper in her mind that brought her to her senses, allowing her to realize she had become surrounding by what looked like moving pools of mud and blood mixed together. Immediately she brandished her weapon, already chanting the verse to summon Verbum: Celebrus to promptly extinguish these unfamiliar enemies. And yet, when the prayer ended, there wasn't a single glimmer on her stave. Serenade looked upon it in shock, but there was no time to ponder if she had somehow failed in her preparation for the attack. One of the slimy substances lunged for her, and she just barely managed to bash across the ground with a swing of her stave. Deciding that lingering could be fatal, she ran.
But the monsters eventually caught up, and Serenade found herself unable to use any of her abilities to land a successful counter. Even her healing talents were as if they never existed in the first place. All she could do was swing and swing, and swing her weapon some more to fight off the creatures, but the dents on their exterior were faint. It was only a matter of time when Serenade was the one receiving the hits, and she eventually collapsed to the ground in fatigue. But took a breath and struggled back up, holding onto a jutting piece of her stave to properly balance herself. She gazed upon the swarm of black somethings ,and knew then that there was nothing she could do.
'...Prince Crescendo, I... It appears I will not be able to return to you.'
Her legs shook, dangerously close to giving out on her so she would fall to the ground once more.
'I know not the source of that which deprives me of my abilities, Prince... I cannot win this fight. I...I am so sorry.'
One creature, presumably the leader of the group, inched forward in an ominous manner, as if it knew its prey was utterly defenseless and would not fight back. But the princess shook her head, startling the shadow.
'No! Even if...there is little chance of escaping this battle, I must...I must try! My prince...anyone, please! A sign is all I ask for. I must return to Baroque-'
"I will not lose my life here!" She announced this in a strong voice, a sharp contrast to her tattered appearance. It was then that her energy left her, and she collapsed once more to the ground...
A voice. Serenade picked up her head, staring tiredly ahead of her. The voice she heard as she left the hotel, the voice that led her here...she could hear it now.
"Who...are you?" A transparent silhouette focused itself in front of Serenade, blocking the group of shadows that reached for her. The ghost gradually solidified and a luminous aura outlined the figure of a beautiful young woman.
"My name is Kikuri-Hime. It seems you are in need of my assistance." The woman spoke and almost immediately afterward, a blinding red light burst before Serenade's eyes. She shut them tightly, lowering herself to the ground in pain. When she dared to look up again, she was surprised to find the black creatures gone. Not a trace of them survived the brilliance Kikuri-Hime created.
Kikuri-Hime herself was no where to be seen as well, but Serenade felt a presence on her shoulders, easing the pain away from her body. The soft and comforting sensation forced her eyes closed, and Serenade sat limp on her legs.
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"I confess I have not engaged in battle on my own for quite some time now. However- this may sound strange at first, but I beg you to listen without preconception." She pauses to gather her thoughts.
"I believe...I was not alone tonight. Those creatures were not felled by me. A...a woman aided me. She appeared to me as a ghost would."
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Another with a similar story...it was more than mere coincidence now. What Lancer had tried to dismiss as hallucination was becoming more and more likely by the day. But how was that even possible? What was the exact nature of these manifestations and what was their purpose?
"...I've seen something very similar myself; for me it was a knight in white armor. Though I can only claim to have witnessed this once, a couple of nights ago."