The Cathedral (Ministry of Death)

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Crona kind of stood awkwardly, looking at everything that was going on around him. His mind was filled with... Nothing, yet everything at the same time. His held his arms and sighed a gentle sigh. He still hasn't gone to go get his sword back yet... He kinda needs that sword... He looked away a bit as another thought appeared into his head. His voices have dwindled down a bit, but they are still there, sadly... He held his arms tighter as he looked to another spot on the ground yet again, thinking about making new friends and things of the such... He really only has spoken to Kraven and Poison, Cathy and Liimu a tad, and Dantalion only slightly. He let out a hard sigh and allowed his head to droop down a bit, just waiting for something to happen. Anything. Something! Just.... Something to occupy his wandering and pained mind.

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⧱Egil Lykke⧱
⧰Umbra⧰
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The worst kind of loneliness . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . is to not be comfortable
even with yourself
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Egil was doing what he could to keep eye contact with Crispin—every now and then flicking his eyes upwards towards the blonde and keeping them rooted there for a second or two before they reflexively looked downwards again. However, as Crispin came in closer, he looked up at him and managed to lock eyes—keeping himself rooted there by some sort of strange force of will. He felt his face redden, but was too focused on Crispin’s words to really pay it any mind. He seemed like he was pondering an answer—however, that’s when the kiss came. He didn’t attempt to move, actually subconsciously leaning in a little bit—but partway through, his eyes seemed to open up a little bit more, as if he’d gotten an idea. He lingered a bit on the kiss, however—after a moment he pulled back, speaking up,
”I…I think…I know what you’re saying…” Egil’s expression seemed more neutral now, rather than sad, which was definitely an improvement. ”I-I…I don’t feel like I can do anything now…b-but…if I really do keep trying…like you said…maybe I could get better…? I-I just…I need to think of how I’m going to…do it…” At this point, he realized that he was holding onto Crispin’s arms as Crispin was holding onto his—he looked down at their interlocked arms for a moment, then back up at Crispin’s face. ”I…I promise. I’ll…I-I’ll get better. I’ll get stronger, and then—then…it’ll be better, right?” He actually, in this moment, managed a smile. Maybe he was actually feeling hopeful for once—but Crispin was helping him beat back that beast of doubt in the far back of his mind. He paused for a moment, then let go lightly, speaking again, ”I…need to think about this. I need some fresh air—I’ll take a walk. B-But, I’ll be back, I promise! So don’t worry…okay? I just need to get my brain working…I’ll be back soon!” He had headed over towards the stairs—and hopped down them with a sort of muted enthusiasm that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He wanted to be able to prove himself. He had to come up with a way to become stronger—to become better. To make people to see that he was worth something—to force them to see. He moved towards the door, seeing Crona near it—he paused near the door, glancing over at the pinkette as he put his mask on—then, once it was on, he headed out the door. He just had to find a good place to think this through…

*Exit*

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An Unsure Murmur - Unravel

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" I t      i s       m y      t o         f u f i l l      t h e        w i l l     o f   t h e    E a r t h    M o t h e r "

Liimu Torok
Psychic Soldier
Liimu's Theme: Bloom

" T h e       s o u l s       o f       t h e         t a i n t e d        w i l l      b e      c l e a n s e d "
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In her reflection, Liimu started to realize something. If she had time to whine and bitch about her own useless self...then she had time to improve. She hopped up from the pew, and went to Mocha, tapping her on the shoulder. "Ms. Mocha...if I may have a moment." she said, a determined look in her eyes. She felt like Mocha could help her train and get better. Even if it was for a little while. "If...you're not busy now...I would like it if we could spare. As two of the Earth Mother's chosen, it would be good...practice, do you not think?"she asked, and looked into the church as well. "I wish to maybe ask for either Cathy or Dantalion to help as well...if I am to survive here, I must...beat the odds...that is a term used yes? Please help me." she asked, wanting Mocha to really help her out. She was the only other psychic here...

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Dantalion smirked at Mocha's small joke then stood back as events continued ever onward.  He moved to spectate from a distance before turning and walking back to the main room.  It was quite a sight so see the church blown to hell.  Residue from the creatures/former worshipers remained smeared all over the walls and floor.  The pews were in disarray and there were holes blown into the once sturdy walls.  That robot he had met only momentarily with Emilia really held nothing back when dealing with the creatures.  However, upon closer observation, he noticed that none of the shots on the walls hit a single supporting beam or pillar.  The precision was definitely that of a machine and took into account avoiding the structure collapsing on top on them.  It was impressive really and it was fortunate that they had not needed to fight each other at the time.  He still knew little about Emilia and her fighting ability but he assumed she was most likely stronger due to how the robot was following her.  That aside, he went to take a seat at one of the still intact pews.  He looked to the side to see that Liimu was also seated not far from him.  With nothing better to do, he listened in on her as she got up and spoke to Mocha.  Sparring?  Oh now that could be fun.  He would gladly join in if he were to be invited.


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"It is like the world is my stage and I am the puppeteer looming behind the curtain while the others prance around to my strings."

[ENG] Outer Science (アウターサイエンス)

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" I t      i s       m y      t o         f u f i l l      t h e        w i l l     o f   t h e    E a r t h    M o t h e r "

Liimu Torok
Psychic Soldier
Liimu's Theme: Bloom

" T h e       s o u l s       o f       t h e         t a i n t e d        w i l l      b e      c l e a n s e d "
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"Thank you Ms. Mocha." she said, and moved to where Dantalion was sitting. Was he watching them? Seriously, she didn't get him. "Uh...hi? Are you busy? I...don't know if you heard but...I'm looking to spare...and maybe you could...help?"she asked, feeling a little awkward. She thought about asking Egil or Crona to help too. Maybe they could all help out...or...she could help them. Maybe this could bring morale up...a good training regiment. "What do you say?"

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Inna Dragovich
Righteous Hound

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Inna was eagerly limping away from Mocha, trying to get away as quickly as possible without looking suspicious...and then she was being stopped by a force field. And lifted. Clearly unhappy with this new arrangement, the Russian tried, fruitlessly, to pop the bubble, hitting it and stabbing at it. All attempts were unsuccessful, and she was left sulking in the bubble until Mocha popped it herself. The blonde glared daggers at the doctor until the pain killers were thrown at her.

"Thank you."

She muttered curtly, taking the pills with no water and getting ready to get up and leave. That hadn't been so bad. Maybe Mocha would just let her leave?

"Da, I am much better now. Da."

Inna commented, noticing that Liimu was taking some of the doctor's attention, so she might actually have a chance of getting out, despite her dire need for medical attention.

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❝ The Wolfpac makes eets own justeece. ❞

Inna Dragovich
Righteous Hound

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Inna struggled against Mocha at first, but when she was pinned down, and it became obvious that she could not fight against the woman's psychic hold, she gave in. The maximum she could do was clear her mind and try to stop the doctor from getting into her mind...Inna didn't know much about psychics, but she had the stereotype in her head that they could read minds and change your thoughts, so she tried to mentally guard herself while the woman healed her. Once Mocha was done, the Russian took a while to actually notice- she was so concentrated on keeping her mind locked that it took a moment from when Mocha said she was done to Inna actually getting up.

"Oh.. That was-"

She noticed Mocha sweating and arched an eyebrow. This healing...it had been hard work for the woman. Inna looked down at herself and saw how bandaged and sewed and fixed up she was, then at Mocha's tired face, and nodded appreciatively. Lucky for her, she was numbed by the painkillers, so she didn't feel any pain from the rawness of the wounds that she'd probably feel otherwise, so all in all she was feeling pretty good. That is...until she saw, through the window, Kraven trying to make his way back to her.

"Ugh.."

The thought of being close to him again was enough to make the Gene try to crawl back up again, but she calmed herself down with the thought that it wouldn't be long until she had enough control to be back with her family. All she had to do was push herself hard enough to be safe to be around.

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❝ The Wolfpac makes eets own justeece. ❞

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Dantalion continued to look on quietly with one leg crossed over the other.  His gaze followed Liimu as she approached him.  He smiled looking up from his seat as she spoke.  "Hello," he replied in response to greeting, "Certainly!  I'd love to help you spar.  I've honestly been a bit bored lately," this is exactly what he had been waiting for.  He wanted to get to know how his teammates fought and what better to quench this curiosity than firsthand experience.  He clasped his hands together, "When to we start?" he asked eagerly with his lips curled in that even smile of his.


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"It is like the world is my stage and I am the puppeteer looming behind the curtain while the others prance around to my strings."

[ENG] Outer Science (アウターサイエンス)

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" I t      i s       m y      t o         f u f i l l      t h e        w i l l     o f   t h e    E a r t h    M o t h e r "

Liimu Torok
Psychic Soldier
Liimu's Theme: Bloom

" T h e       s o u l s       o f       t h e         t a i n t e d        w i l l      b e      c l e a n s e d "
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Liimu led the two behind the church, so that they wouldn't destroy everything unlike Inna and Kraven's training. "Okay...I kind of went to get better with my abilities, and strengthen them...oh wait, we should ask Crona if he wants to train too." she ran to the church and yelled in. "Hey Crona! If you want, I'm training with Dantalion and Mocha. Please join if you're not busy...but if you don't want to that's fine too! I know Father Death has plans and such..." Llimu honestly forgot that Crona had the gene. She went back to the other two. "So...I guess the only way to learn how to use my abilities is to...well...use them. So...if you two could come at me..."she didn't really know any other way to doing it besides that. She summoned a wolf construct to her side, and took out a stone knife. "I'm ready."

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