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Selenderis was cut off, Gaea left on dwindling supplies, these things called forsaken appearing everywhere. What was happening between the worlds, the soldier didn't know, all she understood was Aneva is this thing called a forsaken lord and people saw...him as the enemy the source of all the problems? She couldn't belive that was the absolute truth though, she wanted to know the other half of the story. It's always rumors like those that start a war and most of the time it was a grave misunderstanding and miscommunication of both sides. No, no time for thinking about that yet. The soldier had to focus on this current situation she was in. Patrol the area, that was her duty for the moment, it was supposed to be easy, yet on this foggy day, she was met by this unknown person who attacked her for no apparent reason. She didn't even know how this person looked like, they used the cover of the fog to keep themselves from view, they only introduced themselves as a forsaken named Eutoxia. Luckily the soldier's reflexes had saved her from any harm for the time being despite being at a visual disadvantage.

The soldier now stayed in a ditch, countless waves of needles seem to fly over head without a break. "Tsk, suppressing fire....." The soldier muttered from under her breath, it felt a little strange though being here, the soldier couldn't put her finger on it, it's more of her intuition warning her of --something, a sick feeling that she felt many times before in the trenches back home, it just got even worst the longer she was staying in this ditch. She had to figure out how to get out of this mess some how, she had her scythe with her but her magic was useless. She tried, her plants just weren't doing anything against the figure. And those needles, those damned needles, she didn't know what they were made off but it looked organic and it seemed to cause anything it touches to rot. One of them hit a tree and the bark bubbled and rotted away in an instant.

"You smell like rot and death, how pleasantly strange. You and me, we have a lot in common, little soldier girl." The disembodied voice said with a faint giggle, like a ghostly whisper carried by the fog.

"That is negative, we do not share common traits!" The soldier cussed back at the voice as she tried crawling along the ditch to get to a much more sheltered spot, she didn't want to be hit by those needles at all and she needed to get out of this ditch and go on the offensive, there was really something wrong here, this feeling definitely felt like she was whisked back onto that bloody no man's land, she loathed this feeling.

"Oh?" The voice said sounding mildly surprised and the barrage of needles seemed to stop raining down on the landscape as well. "There's no changing the truth though, you smell like death, you probably been in wars, caused a number of massacres before didn't you?."

"You have negative information on where I come from or who I am, refrain from sprouting unreliable nonsense." The soldier hissed as she took the opportunity to get out of the ditch, running behind a thick tree for cover just in case this person sent the barrage of needles at her again, the fog had lighten up a little by now and she could see a figure with in it. "What are you planing to gain from this ambush?!"

"I just want to be your friend, to open your eyes and see how satisfying it can be to not feel anything about what people think of your blasphemous deeds. I know your type, you liked doing what you did but you care too much about what people think of you." The voice said and the figure started to move closer to the tree the soldier was hiding behind. The soldier ignored the words she was hearing and was very aware of the figure's movements towards the tree and readied her weapon, she was ready to strike when the figure was close enough. Estimating the correct moment, she leaped out from behind the tree to begin her charge yet there was nothing there. She scanned the area in front of her cautiously, there was no way that that thing could have disappeared into thin air like that.

"I guess, you just aren't ready yet." The voice said now coming from behind the soldier, the soldier spun around quickly and pointed her scythe forward, but it was too late, tendrils caught it and locked it into place. There she was, face to face with this thing, she looked like a lady yet she didn't look human at all, she looked like she was a humanoid plant, her eyes glowed in a sickeningly green light. As their eyes met, the soldier couldn't move away, her entire body just froze in it's place as if immense shock took over her. The lady raised her hand and caressed the soldier's face lightly, she didn't speak, an uncanny smile appeared on her lips before she vanished back into the ground in a flash.

Silence. The soldier was absolutely alone now, other than her own ragged breathing no sound could be heard. Her hands were shaking so much that her weapon fell out of them without much trouble, she fell to her knees, her teeth grinding against each other as hard as they are able to, she could have sworn she hears voices of people whispering to her in her head, of rumors, of suspicions, of accusations. "Leave me alone!" She yelled and covered her ears as she slumped to the ground. "That wasn't me....that wasn't me....that wasn't me....."

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Mission and first pic for TE whooooohooooooo
yes break oc on the first picture...nicu going creator, bottom line Verza is okay with talking about war but don't talk about -her- war cause she's a very shell shocked veteran with a lot of survivor guilt issues. So don't bring up anything about it with her or put her in situations where it feels like her war cause she will break down, unless that's what you are aiming for in the first place.

Verza and Eutoxia (c) me

Description
Selenderis was cut off, Gaea left on dwindling supplies, these things called forsaken appearing everywhere. What was happening between the worlds, the soldier didn't know, all she understood was Aneva is this thing called a forsaken lord and people saw...him as the enemy the source of all the problems? She couldn't belive that was the absolute truth though, she wanted to know the other half of the story. It's always rumors like those that start a war and most of the time it was a grave misunderstanding and miscommunication of both sides. No, no time for thinking about that yet. The soldier had to focus on this current situation she was in. Patrol the area, that was her duty for the moment, it was supposed to be easy, yet on this foggy day, she was met by this unknown person who attacked her for no apparent reason. She didn't even know how this person looked like, they used the cover of the fog to keep themselves from view, they only introduced themselves as a forsaken named Eutoxia. Luckily the soldier's reflexes had saved her from any harm for the time being despite being at a visual disadvantage.

The soldier now stayed in a ditch, countless waves of needles seem to fly over head without a break. "Tsk, suppressing fire....." The soldier muttered from under her breath, it felt a little strange though being here, the soldier couldn't put her finger on it, it's more of her intuition warning her of --something, a sick feeling that she felt many times before in the trenches back home, it just got even worst the longer she was staying in this ditch. She had to figure out how to get out of this mess some how, she had her scythe with her but her magic was useless. She tried, her plants just weren't doing anything against the figure. And those needles, those damned needles, she didn't know what they were made off but it looked organic and it seemed to cause anything it touches to rot. One of them hit a tree and the bark bubbled and rotted away in an instant.

"You smell like rot and death, how pleasantly strange. You and me, we have a lot in common, little soldier girl." The disembodied voice said with a faint giggle, like a ghostly whisper carried by the fog.

"That is negative, we do not share common traits!" The soldier cussed back at the voice as she tried crawling along the ditch to get to a much more sheltered spot, she didn't want to be hit by those needles at all and she needed to get out of this ditch and go on the offensive, there was really something wrong here, this feeling definitely felt like she was whisked back onto that bloody no man's land, she loathed this feeling.

"Oh?" The voice said sounding mildly surprised and the barrage of needles seemed to stop raining down on the landscape as well. "There's no changing the truth though, you smell like death, you probably been in wars, caused a number of massacres before didn't you?."

"You have negative information on where I come from or who I am, refrain from sprouting unreliable nonsense." The soldier hissed as she took the opportunity to get out of the ditch, running behind a thick tree for cover just in case this person sent the barrage of needles at her again, the fog had lighten up a little by now and she could see a figure with in it. "What are you planing to gain from this ambush?!"

"I just want to be your friend, to open your eyes and see how satisfying it can be to not feel anything about what people think of your blasphemous deeds. I know your type, you liked doing what you did but you care too much about what people think of you." The voice said and the figure started to move closer to the tree the soldier was hiding behind. The soldier ignored the words she was hearing and was very aware of the figure's movements towards the tree and readied her weapon, she was ready to strike when the figure was close enough. Estimating the correct moment, she leaped out from behind the tree to begin her charge yet there was nothing there. She scanned the area in front of her cautiously, there was no way that that thing could have disappeared into thin air like that.

"I guess, you just aren't ready yet." The voice said now coming from behind the soldier, the soldier spun around quickly and pointed her scythe forward, but it was too late, tendrils caught it and locked it into place. There she was, face to face with this thing, she looked like a lady yet she didn't look human at all, she looked like she was a humanoid plant, her eyes glowed in a sickeningly green light. As their eyes met, the soldier couldn't move away, her entire body just froze in it's place as if immense shock took over her. The lady raised her hand and caressed the soldier's face lightly, she didn't speak, an uncanny smile appeared on her lips before she vanished back into the ground in a flash.

Silence. The soldier was absolutely alone now, other than her own ragged breathing no sound could be heard. Her hands were shaking so much that her weapon fell out of them without much trouble, she fell to her knees, her teeth grinding against each other as hard as they are able to, she could have sworn she hears voices of people whispering to her in her head, of rumors, of suspicions, of accusations. "Leave me alone!" She yelled and covered her ears as she slumped to the ground. "That wasn't me....that wasn't me....that wasn't me....."

______________________________________________________________________________________
Mission and first pic for TE whooooohooooooo
yes break oc on the first picture...nicu going creator, bottom line Verza is okay with talking about war but don't talk about -her- war cause she's a very shell shocked veteran with a lot of survivor guilt issues. So don't bring up anything about it with her or put her in situations where it feels like her war cause she will break down, unless that's what you are aiming for in the first place.

Verza and Eutoxia (c) me