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Fragmented Sky

Fragmented Sky

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Now a society of slaves to the screen; once upon a time there were children who grew up reading books of paper. In these books were immeasurable words with vast depths of knowledge that could never be contained in one's mind. They were ideas that tittered to and fro like an infectious disease contaminating every brain it touched. Laminating these ideas inside of impressionable young children, clinging to their souls in ways that would forever change the way they thought and acted. Slowly these books began to be replaced with flickering lights and dancing screens. Gone were the days of sensible reads where we could express ourselves in novellas. We have now been bound to a mere 140 characters.

Sometimes these letters and numbers aren't words so much as faces to replace the laborious act of typing away on a small screen. The scritch and scratch of pencil on paper has long since been replaced by the typist. With every advance in technology comes children who abandon their half finished books, preferring to take care of imaginary pets or go on quests in which they can immerse themselves to escape from the real world in the same fashion they used to with novels. Long gone are those days, or so we thought.



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ImageIn this world of bright colors and sounds more often then not people find themselves lost in a world where going home no longer means an escape from the bullies. With the flicker of the screen and the clack, clack of the keys you find a stream of choice words that make your shoulders shake and tears sting your eyes. The will not leave you alone, no matter how much you beg and plead because they like to see you on your knees with your hands clasped as though they are a God to be feared. Safe spaces are erected, hotlines for anything and everything established to stop you from committing the irreversible. Perhaps if we spent less time on screens and more time paying attention to each other, such incidents could be avoided.

Existing has been hard as of late, one thinks and another echoes. They turn towards their screens to enact a pact, to end it all on the night of when most would be ringing in the New Year. How nice it would be to die underneath a shower of technicolor fireworks.



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ImageIn those final moments of breath something goes awry. Sirens ring, people rush around you, crying, screaming, because your broken body was no longer supposed to have any life left in it. Vegetable, they say, will never wake up, they whisper. Your classmates titter, you probably deserved it. However even as they speak those words they cannot help but wonder if it was somehow their fault. Standing there in the hospital room is a brave young volunteer. In one hand a book, in the other, a pen, both mightier than any sword one could ever wield. The Author sits down to start anew, a story meant just for the two. With shaking hands and a heavy heart she promises you will live anew.

No more pain or fear, no more living with the ticking machines and the ticking timer of how much longer you can stand the stares. For in this life you are not the child that could no longer take the pain, but molded it into something that made you stronger.




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In Japan it is thought to be an honor to die before you fail. It should come as no surprise looking at their history of Harakiri, of Kamikaze soldiers, and the Aogakiri Forest. Death is noble, it is honorable, it would come for us all eventually. In this bustling world of technicolor technology and difficulty to find friends when you are different, two girls connect via an online chat room. It is here that they make their vow to die together on New Year's Eve, as soon as the fireworks go off.
The day has come and they are all set to die. They make their beds, leave notes to their loved ones, and set off to the subway station to find each other. Meeting in the heart of Japan they have their first and last date, finding the spot they have chosen to die. Their plan goes perfectly until the end, when they realize with startling clarity that they are not dying, that it wasn't enough. As they fade out of consciousness someone finds them and calls the police, who call an ambulance.
They will not wake up, the Doctors say, but still their parents pray. Hoping that one day they will awake to regain their breaths, that they will resist against the machines that pump life into their body. Among the hustle and bustle of the hospital routine a young volunteer comes in with a favorite book and a pencil, hoping that she can give meaning to the two who had lost their will to live.




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Name || Sen Chinmoku
Age || 16
Gender || Female
Disability || Born with a birth defect. She cannot hear, therefore she cannot speak, and she needs leg braces to walk.
Face Claim || Koe No katachi
Played by|| The_Queen




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Name || Yasu Komatsu
Age || 16
Gender || It's complicated
Disability || Her gender.
Face Claim || Naoi Ayato and Nio Hashiri
Played by|| Bunny!




Rules

To the North, Amethyst Kingdom! Their Capitol is Tyrian, with smaller cities Lavender and Han
King Alastor Nephrene, dead, was an awful tyrant and was hated by the people
Queen Pearl Nephrene, dead, was a conniving politician and was hated by the people
Princess Proserpina, 15, thrust onto the throne, trusts in her advisor to help her lead the country
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Chancellor Eldigan, 38, plotted the Nephrene's deaths, is trusted by Persephone and uses her as a puppet
Phi Telhem, 13, Lady in Waiting, often likened to a lamb waiting for slaughter. Was picked by Eldigan for her unique beauty.
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Key, unknown, the Witch of the Meadow. She's also known as the crazy woman that everyone should stay away from.
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Count Bennard, 16, old friend of Proserpina, allied with Eldigan against the Nephrenes
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Sailor Firis Knall, 25, a sailor from Amethyst but has sailed around the world, currently residing in Sapphire
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The East, Quartz Kingdom! Their Capitol is Rose, with smaller cities being Smoky and Citrine
King Emery Tori, thought to be the puppt of his wife when in fact, known as "The Witch Tamer."
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Queen Amelia Tori, accused of being a witch due to the fact that she never ages.
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Princess Emelia, 20, is an actual witch, has yet to tell anyone and spends most of her days hiding in the garden. (W)
Princess Holly, 20, knows that her older twin is a witch and is upset that she didn't inherit the powers for herself. Is now studying black magic. (B)
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Prince Erik 18, the youngest child of the Tori's, despite this he will inherit everything due to the fact that he was born male.
Knight Mars, 22, best friend to Prince Erik, his instructor in all things military.
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Mother Therian, leader of the Church trying to wrest control of Quartz away from the monarchy, has the public crusading against witches and magic
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Knight Templar Vayne Hoffman, 21, the love of his life was killed by a witch and he vows to hunt witches for the Church
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Knight Templar Ciara Einsburn, 20, her father was framed with murder by a witch, and vows to hunt witches for the Church
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The South, Onyx Kingdom! Their Capitol is Chal, their smaller cities are Agate and Marble
King Octavius Bleeker, kidnapped Princess Silk as a political statement, has no regrets. Is otherwise a just and fair King.
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Queen Vaquita Bleeker, The leader of the Onyx Military, is quick witted and has a resting bitch face.
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Prince Sei Bleeker, 18, thought of by the people as the poster boy for the perfect child.
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Prince Saola Bleeker, 17, can never do anything right and believes himself to be inferior to both Sei and Silk.
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Princess Silk, 15, kidnapped from Sapphire as a baby, believes she's family with the Bleekers, is joining the military to fight with her brothers
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Assassin Mira, 19, was sent to convince Eldigan to take control and killed the Nephrene's for him, is currently in Quartz plotting with Mother Therian against the Toris
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Freelancer Garrus Khadein, 22, a mercenary with no loyalty hired by Octavius, finds Sei to be intriguing and loves figuring people out
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The West, Sapphire Kingdom! Their Capitol is Mohs, with smaller cities Padparda and Scha
King Feodor Amaryllis, 50, old and disliked by the people, jealous of his son
Queen Anastasia Amaryllis, 45, keeps Katarina safe and sheltered in the Ivory Tower because Silk's kidnapping
Prince Johann, 17, good at everything, is very popular, hardly knows his sister and resents his parents
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Princess Katarina, 13, not very smart, and knows little of the real world, isn't aware she has a brother
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Concubine Ennara, 30, was pitied by Feodor because of her poverty, is hated by Anastasia
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Illegitimate Prince Sevran, 16, close friends with Johann despite their parent's rivalry, is helping plan Katarina's break out
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Alicia Shade, 15, Prince Johann's servant, fawns over him to cover up the fact that she doesn't like men.
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Squire Extella Bellemonde, 17, Katarina's guard and servant, acts like her big sister, is in league with Sevran to break Katarina out
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Belle Marie, 15, Queen Anastasia's personal healer.
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Squire Merric Alphage, 12, newly drafted to the war, a little boy scared of fighting but wants to impress Johann
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Quartz Rebels
Reiner Geller, 45, former general of Onyx that deserted the army out of disgust for the royal family, starting his own faction!
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Pax Geller, 20, son of Reiner, believes that the monarchies should be replaced with civilian leaders!
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Hiram Licht, 37, the Quartz Rebels treasurer. Secretly buys and sells slaves to fund and arm the rebels!
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Tika Lowey, 19, old friend of Pax, joined the rebels with him! A beast tamer that trains animals for the Rebel usage!
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Shura Blatt, 17, the rebel's recruiter that travels Velour to gather more people for the cause!
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Xane Savro, 25, Shura's fellow traveler and bodyguard! Surly and unsociable!
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The Real World!
Utano Tenmai, 16, the Author, found Neptune and Aine and took them to the hospital, is the one reading them the story of Velour.
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Yasu Komatsu, 16, the female and dominant persona, a girl born both genders and killed herself because she can never fulfill love!
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Koutaro Mekakushi, 16, the uncertain male experimental persona of Aine trying out masculinity, Lara's boyfriend!
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Sen Chinmoku
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❝What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice and everything nice.❞


ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#32872C ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #8D40FF

|| Whatever it takes || Imagine Dragons ||




To Yasu's surprise, Sen accepted the offer for a dance, following Vayne's lead to the dance square. Ciara scoffed again, hands on her hips. "Honestly." She huffed, eyes blazing. "Does he know nothing of professionalism? We're on the job here!" She sighed and glanced behind her while Yasu remained mute, afraid that if she opened her mouth she might just ruin everything she and Sen had been working on. "Y-Yuuki says I should get food s-so I'll-" But she was mostly ignored by the Red Templar as she waved someone over. "God, Ynara, this is your first day back and you're already falling behind on the patrol?" That was when the Green Templar showed up, her face was unreadable for a moment but then she smiled amicably. "Hello, I'm the Green Templar, Ynara." That black hair, could it be?

There was only ever someone else Yasu had ever seen with hair that sheen, she knew that for sure. Sure, there were lots of browns and blondes and a few other fantastical colors but pure black was a rarity, almost like an albino. Could it be Mira? "I've been away for vacation, but I don't remember you." She tilted her head and Yasu hated to admit that it was a cute tilt, almost like someone else she once knew. "Are you new here?" The furniture gulped and nodded. "Yes, me and my sister, Yuuki, are refugees. M-my name is Rinea." Ciara and Ynara then went into a discussion about Vayne's conduct - Ciara deemed it inappropriate, while Ynara thought it was harmless. "Oh, was Murkel cheating you too?" It took Ynara exactly one try to get the stuffed animal and Yasu received it, hugging it to her chest because of how big it was. "Th-thank you?" Could it be? Could it be? Why was her heart beating? Even if it was, Mira was a traitor, there was no way someone could love furniture like her! "Take care of this guy and give him a good name." Ynara said with a wink, black hair almost glistening in the moonlight, causing Ciara to roll her eyes. "Gosh, even you, honestly..." She clicked her tongue and tapped her foot impatiently.

The mouse eventually slipped away and returned once the song was over with a basket for the stuffed animal as well as a few delicacies, two pot pies that smelled delicious, a stick with various meats impaled upon it, and even some wrapped candies. The Templars had moved on to continue their patrol and Yasu was half a mind to walk in the opposite direction to avoid them. "I got us a few things." She showed Sen the loot with a shy smile. "The Green Templar won the stuffed animal. What should we name our new companion?" It looked like a cross between a gazelle and a dove, it must be some animal that only existed in this world. It was weird to admit but despite the weirdness with Ynara, Yasu didn't feel as if the Templars were bad people. More than anything, they felt... normal.

But she wasn't just going to forget the speech about sending the so-called 'Incomplete Humans' to war.

"Did you enjoy dancing?" Yasu asked as she forked a piece of the pot pie into her mouth. It was hot, yet succulent at the same time. The meat used was strange and not of this world, tasting kind of like veal but not quite, chewier than veal was. "You're blushing." The furniture suddenly giggled, easing herself back into a comfortable mood now that it was just the two of them again. "I mean, I guess he was handsome. The way he called you milady..." Deciding to tease her companion, Yasu dropped to her knee - causing nearly half of her villager's cloak to drape across the scuff ground due to her shortness -, much more clumsily than Vayne had done. In a husky, deeper, almost mocking voice she spoke. "W-would you like to dance, milady?"

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❝No one is too old for fairy tales.❞


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Sen spotted her short, blonde partner resting off to the side of the street, nestled between two booths. The two rushed forward to meet one another, the red head blushing, the blonde glowing. Sen's heart was still a flutter. It seemed that whoever designed this world was a bit cruel. Previously Sen had never been found attractive, but in this world, the vast majority of men seemed unable to resist. It was not the type of attention that Sen was trying to attract and she would rather that their eyes stray to other things like the clothing or the cute hats she made. "Rinea," Sen breathed, shaking her head. She smiled, her cheeks returning to their normal hue. "Those all look delicious," the music was louder now, guests of the festival beginning to venture towards other parts like games and food as the night unraveled.

"Hmm, I don't know. It's your's, so you should name it." Sen glanced at the plushy, wondering which Templar had snatched it for Yasu. "Our plan of laying low and blending in seems to be failing miserably," and despite the revelation, Sen laughed. She couldn't help it, they had spent so long running and hiding, so long starving and struggling on street corners that it all tumbled out of Sen in a high pitched tweet. "Those all look so good and I'm starving, dig in!" Yasu, however, had other ideas in mind. Sen watched, her eyes widening and then, for the second time that night, she laughed. Sen knelt down, grabbing both of Yasu's hands and helping her to her feet. "Trust me, you don't want to dance with me, I have two left feet."

Sen closed her eyes for a moment and smiled before opening them once more. "But if you really want to dance, let's do it after we eat o the food doesn't get cold?" Sen led them back to the spot between the booths so that the two of them could sit down on the floor. She lifted up one of the pot pies and dug in with a spoon, the pie crust flaky and the meat juicy."Great choice, it's heavenly!" Sen grinned, her eyes alight as she took another spoonful. Sen finished the mini pot pie slowly, savoring every bite. When it was done the two split the meat stick and then sucked on sweets. "Ugh, I'm so full! This is the best night ever!" Sen lay on her back in the grass between the stalls, staring up at the stars. She sat up a few minutes later, "Still want to dance?" The festival was at its pique, the music louder than ever.

The village square was booming with dancers young and old. A bonfire had been lit in the center that they danced around while children poked their sticks into the fire and waved them around as their parents watched on, laughing at the hilarity of the danger. Sen lifted herself off the ground and brushed herself off. "Come on, let's go!" She grinned, offering a hand up to Yasu.

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|| Whatever it takes || Imagine Dragons ||




"Quartz really does have good food." Yasu waved off the praise as casually as she could. She really didn't do anything spectacular, all she did was randomly flock to a few booths and pick out some sorts of food as an excuse to avoid the girl that looked so similar to Mira with that rare black hair. "Flap your wings, gazellibird!" Yasu sang as she pretended the mix of a gazelle and dove fluttered above her, manually moving the wings. "Ew, that's kind of a gross name." She thought for a moment and then decided. "We can call him Teto!" So she made Teto wave hello and giggled happily. Yes, now it was time to eat with a new member on the team. They were six now! Yasu, Koutaro, Sen, Buttercup the horse, Teto the gazellibird, and whatever Sen named the world's most adorable magic dove.

She smiled like a cat when Sen enjoyed the foods she had chosen. "It is good, isn't?" Well, it was good she was so skilled at randomly choosing then! "Kou likes it too, but he's trying to pretend he's asleep." Her brother really was an idiot. A sneaky smile grew on the mouse's face. "Hehe, maybe he's secretly in love with your charms and is too embarrassed to admit it!" Little did either girl knew, there was a very real chance of Koutaro becoming a thing with a local tavernmaid who liked to give him free drinks in exchange for firewood. Was it serious romance? Was it just a mindless fling? Who knew? And then the mouse's smile only grew at Sen's offer to accept the offer to dance. Sure, Yasu wasn't able to make her blush the way Vayne did, but that was fine because the mouse's heart seemed to sing for someone else, someone who was an enemy.

"Don't worry." A wistful sort of smile splayed on her lips, remembering all the old times with Akio, with Utano. Yes, despite how timid she was, the furniture did have two serious relationships after all. "I have some experience with dance!" So they got onto the dance square and Yasu to everyone's surprise took the lead, gently guiding Sen's movements with her hands and by shifting her body's weight in the appropriate directions. Sure, it was nothing fancy or impressive, but the girl did prove that she had some level of grace that the normal person might not quite have. "See, you're not even stepping on my feet yet!" She teased, maybe a tiny bit cruelly.

Finally the music died down and the chatter was quieting. The Enlightenment Day festival was coming to an end. Citrine's mayor gave a speech about being good citizens of Quartz and that he would look after them to the best of his ability. Was it genuine? Who's to say? Certainly not Yasu who looked a little pleased with herself for some unknown reason. "Well, shall we turn in for the night, Yuuki?" She asked breathily, you could almost mistake her narrowed red eyes for sultry if you wanted to. "Dancing was quite the pleasure, despite what you might say about two left feet."

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|| Jealous|| Labrinth ||





Sen blushed a vibrant shad of crimson that no doubt would have clashed horridly with her true hair color. "It's true, you're just a really good teacher," Sen smiled. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as the two walked back towards their home. "It's peaceful here, it's so quiet and nice." Noise was still a bit too loud for Sen's liking, especially the noise of a festival in full swing. Still, it was a happy sound that she quite liked, better than not hearing at all. "I love it here Rinea," Sen held onto the basket while Rinea held onto their new friend, Teto. "I feel normal," that was all Sen had ever wanted. Not to be a famous chosen one that would be used to further the agenda of one kingdom or another.

Of course being hungry all the time and having to bathe in cold water wasn't the best, but there was no one else that Sen would rather do it with. Except the Prince, a voice niggled in the back of her head, causing Sen to freeze. The Prince? Why would she want to be with him? Why, he wouldn't even spare a second glance at Sen. Besides, Sen was fine here, away from Prince's and ball gowns and maids that saw to your every whim. Their house was quaint, located on the edge of the forest, with a fresh water spring just beyond that the girls used for bathing and to collect water. "I think I'll wake up early and bathe in the river." They had work tomorrow after all and it was very late at night. "Yasu," they were far enough away now that Sen was not afraid to speak their real names. "Do you think we'll get to stay here?"

Sen closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of the forest, the trail leading to their cottage lined in fairy lights."It's magical in a way I can't describe," Sen had never been to the woods, much less the desert. Her life had previously consisted of the city, of doctors and hospital room and procedures and so many tests that sometimes it felt as though she couldn't breathe. Even now, just thinking about it, Sen felt claustrophobic, as though the forest was closing in around her. It was a relief to return home, to the walls made of rough wood and smelled slightly of sawdust. "I'm so tired, it's been such a busy night. Goodnight Yasu," Sen smiled, waggling her fingers as she retired to her bedroom for the evening.

Sen removed her wig, allowing her red hair to flow down her shoulders. She walked to the window, drawing the shades shut before changing into her pajama gown and flopping onto the bed. "Goodnight moon, goodnight stars, goodnight Mom and Dad, wherever you are." Sen couldn't help but smile at the thought of never having to be a burden on her family again. She only hoped that they did not mourn her disappearance.

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ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#32872C ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #8D40FF

|| Whatever it takes || Imagine Dragons ||




In the early morning, so early that it was before Kou had to go to work, they had a visitor. It was a familiar girl adorned in black, shedding her green robes of a High Templar under employ of Mother Therian. Therefore Kou was simply sitting at his table when Mira simply entered the lodge by turning herself into black mist that could permeate solid objects. She saw Kou and then she tilted her head in confusion. So she didn't know Kou and Yasu were one and the same. "Who are you?" He asked, much calmer than Yasu would have been. "How did you get in?" He spoke loudly, hopefully loud enough that Sen would be able to hear and know not to come. "Should I tell the Templars that there's a burglar on the loose?"

For good measure he picked up a rake as a weapon just in case, but he knew full well Mira could thrash him in a fight no sweat. She was an assassin after all, the best one that served under King Oktavius Bleeker's warhungry thumb. "Oh, it's rare that I guess wrong. Sorry, I'm new here!" She giggled lightly, not even a hint of a threat. "So I forget which lodge belonged to my friend. I wanted to sneak in and surprise her!" Kou had to pretend to be convinced if he wanted to get out alive. No matter how much Yasu was half-begging to be let out and talk to the girl she didn't know why she still loved. "Did you use... witchcraft to get here?" Mira paused, and then shook her head. "No, it was just a trick! I'm a friend of the Houdini Sisters, so I'm good at tricks too!"

A clear lie but Kou wasn't going to push the issue. "Well okay. Go on, get out. Good folk are trying to sleep here." Mira bowed and then slipped out the window without another word. One problem solved, but he was still going to have to be cautious just in case she was listening in. Was it safe to go to work? What if Mira was still waiting when Sen - And that was when Yasu wrenched control from Kou as he was distracted, becoming her true self. Always a naive romantic, the timid mouse wanted to talk things over with the assassin girl to see where she stood, to see if there was any hope. Even if it was stupid, even if it could risk their entire lives here at Citrine, she wanted to get closure on this love... or maybe even continue it if need be.

But Kou stole control back again before Yasu could chase Mira out the window. "Stop." He whispered, shaking his head. "She's loyal to our enemy, there's no way she wouldn't tell her King that the girls of destiny are here, and then we'll have to leave again." Yasu came out again and she was crying. "But my heart, I want to make sure! I - I don't know..." Did she love her? Did she love her? Was it really so bad to want to confirm it? The siblings were at a stand still, so they were going to need Sen's input to figure out what next to do. "It's not like you won't see her again." Kou muttered, stealing the body back. "She's staying here as the Green Templar, after all." Kou was firm, wanting to stay safe, but Yasu wanted to talk to her former lover at least one last time.

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The morning was cold, Sen didn't want to get out of bed. She pried her eyes open, the sun still hanging low in the sky. Now would be her only chance to bathe in the river if she wanted to wash her hair. So Sen rose, huddling in a thick woolen robe and gathering her bath tools. Her red mane was braided and she toted the basket on her hip with a fresh pair of clothing tucked inside. "Kou? I thought you'd be at work by now?" Sen questioned, blinking when she saw him sitting at the table. She blushed, realizing that she was in her dressing robe and quickly turned around. "I-I'm going to bathe! So don't go out the back door!" Before he could respond, Sen rushed through the back door and went to the river to bathe herself. She didn't know that there was someone watching, even as Sen undressed and washed herself clean. She rinsed out her hair, feeling as though there were a pair of eyes on her but when Sen turned, they were gone.

The water was frigid, the fish in the pond minding their own business. Sen finished quickly, gathering her belongings and returning to her cabin. "It's so cold out! If you want to bathe, you should go now before the other villagers start fishing." Sen suggested gently and retreated to her room. When she returned she was dressed for the day, wearing her blonde wig. "Kotaru, are you alright? You look a bit shaken," Sen took out two eggs and a pan, preparing breakfast for the two of them. They had to go to work of course, Sen had plenty of dresses that she needed to work on and after tonight's performance she had an interview with that reporter from the Citrine Times and Yasu. "Here, maybe some breakfast will help?" She placed a plate in front of him, hoping that the eggs and toast would wake him up.

"I picked up a ton of bread! A bakery was just gonna throw it out at the end of the day, so I snatched it all." Sen grinned, was it bad that she was proud of her resourcefulness? "They said that if they have any leftover cookies from the festival, they'd be happy to give it to me!" Sen sat down across from Kotaru and began to eat. This was probably one of the better breakfasts that they had, had considering it didn't just consist of fruit from the garden. "I think it's gonna be a brisk fall day, so Yasu, make sure to drink plenty of water and don't forget to pack an extra pair of clothes for after our performance tonight." Sen wiped her mouth on her napkin. "It already feels like we've lived here forever," in truth they had been in Citrine for perhaps two weeks. Sen believed that they were doing well off considering they had already paid the next two rent payments on their home and had bought more seeds for their garden.

All of this in a manner of days, their festival performance was going to continue to change their lives in a way the girls had never considered or thought possible. "Well, I'm off to work, don't be late!" Sen hesitated, then gave Kotaru a quick hug. "Good luck today!" She called, running out the door and down the trail that would lead her to the village square and the beautiful dress maker's shop. Madame Pomfrey was already inside, ushering a guest into one of the stalls. "Yuki! Grab my measuring tools!" She called and Sen nodded, pulling on her apron and removing her shoes, changing them into the slippers the Madame preferred on the carpet. "Here you go Ma-" Sen stopped short, seeing who their honored guests were.

The Princesses of Quartz stood there in full dress, smiling regally, but not unpleasantly.

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Thanks to Sen's help, Kou was able to maintain control and pick himself back up. At her reminder he went to the river to bathe, cleaning himself up to go work in the woods to cut up wood to be exported for the coming winter. Winter wouldn't hit Citrine too hard, but the northern reaches that were near Amethyst's borders would need it. Amethyst would request some too but since they had fire mages willing to sell their skills to keep people warm, there wasn't as much of a need. "Thanks again." Kou said to Sen as she left. He too was just about ready to get going. It was funny how the three of them, just normal people used to the basic luxuries of living in modern day Japan, had been able to become accustomed to life here.

Heck, there was even such a thing as a kind of paste you used in the river that would remove hair, just like that. It smelled awfully like alcohol and at least in Citrine there was a specified time once a week where females would reserve the area so they could all use the paste and get rid of any leg hair or underarm hair or anywhere else. Naturally, unfortunately, Kou had seen far too many hairy women's bodies thanks to this whenever Sen or Yasu went. Worse, he was able to witness the rubbed red raw result of the paste, because you needed to scrub hard after rubbing the paste on for it to remove the hair. Old ladies and just-entering puberty girls alike, he had seen too much. Yasu always laughed at him for this too, his sister could truly be cruel at times.

As Koutaro's thoughts continued to wander while he cut up wood for the company, something else was happening at the time. That something else was someone visiting the stables just near the outskirts of Citrine. "Ah, Ynara, welcome." The stablesmaster said as he was gathering up horse droppings in bags so he could sell to farmers who might need it for their crops. "Are you here to tend to your horse?" The Green Templar nodded with a shy sort of smile. "Yes. It's funny how he befriended... what was her name again? Buttercup?" The stablesmaster nodded with a knowing smile. "It's because they're both Onyxian breeds. Look at their sturdy legs and their frames compared to the more slender and smaller other horses. Buttercup and Toboggan were built to survive desert travel."

Yes, but that wasn't all. Both horses knew each other in the past, they had both been warhorses of the Onyxian Military. It was the horse Sen used to escape from her and steal away Yasu. Buttercup being here was proof that her marks were here. But still, her job right now was to further radicalize Mother Therian until the old coot had enough and declared a full on civil war for control of Quartz. It wasn't her job to find the Girls of Destiny, but she knew that her Master would be very happy if she could extract them. The house she suspected though, had a man, and Mira was confused because making such an amateur mistake wasn't like her at all.

And that man was here again after his shift was done.

"You look a little familiar, do I know you?" This was bad, this was bad. Ynara was here, and by all chance Ynara and Mira could be the same person. Yasu struggled for control but she couldn't, Kou would not let her ruin their chance of living peacefully. "I am Ynara Peleneia, the Green High Templar. I only recently returned from vacation, so someone new here wouldn't remember me." How was he supposed to brush Buttercup with maybe-Mira here, wouldn't that just - oh wait, he had an idea. If he was lucky, maybe this would all work out. So he went to Buttercup and retrieved his brush. "Oh, is that your horse?" He asked and Ynara nodded.

Ynara had an Onyxian horse. This all but proved it, didn't it? "So you're Buttercup's owner." Ynara said quietly as if in thought. Kou ran the brush through her black mane with a bit of effort, since the hair was tough and coarse. "Yes. Two girls sold her to me during my travels. I remember because one of them had distinctive red hair. Why do you ask?" Would Mira fall for it? Would she believe the lie? "I see." Ynara gave him a polite handshake. "Well, I must be going now. Take good care of her, Onyxian horses are the finest in the land." The stablemaster laughed indignantly. "As a native Quartzian, I insist that our horses are the best!"

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"Madame Pomfrey, it's been far too long," Princess Emilia's smile was gentle, the two women exchanged pleasantries while Sen took their measurements. Today they were dressed in what could only be the finery of a Princess. Sen curtsied as she came close to them. "Please, allow me to take your measurements." She took out her measuring tape and one of the Princesses nodded, Madame Pomfrey undoing her dress so that she was simply in her dressing gown. "Normally a lady introduces herself before becoming so intimate," Sen blushed and curtsied once more. "I must apologize," Madame Pomfrey cleared her throat. "This is my apprentice, Yuuki. She only began her training yesterday, you'll have to excuse her."

"The pleasure is mine," the white haired Princess spoke. "My name is Emilia, this is my sister, Holly." The Princess with the black hair nodded in acknowledgement, hiding a polite smile behind her fan. "Pleasure," she purred and Sen had the distinct feeling that it was not, in fact, a pleasure. She did not bristle, but continued to take the sizes and speak them aloud so that Madame Pomfrey could right them down. The girls were distinctly even in shape and aesthetic, with their measurements being exactly the same. Sen assisted in buttoning them up and Madame Pomfrey waved her away to the sewing room to get to work. Sen sat down at her station, but kept her ears open as the Princess and the Madame took tea in the other room. "You normally have exquisite taste Madame, so why the little mouse?"

"Her skill with the needle cannot be dismissed. She fashioned her clothing herself."

"You mean those rags?" Holly laughed.

"Not everyone can be so fortunate to wear such finery," Emilia said gently, sipping her tea. Sen's cheeks burned, she had worked hard on the clothing that she wore. "I'm ever so curious about the wig." Once more Sen's cheeks tinged and she wondered how the Princess had figured it out. Perhaps because she had been standing in such close proximity? Sen fingered the ends of the blonde wig and shook her head, picking up her work. She had plenty of jewels to sew onto this next gown, it would certainly take her all day if Sen did not begin at once.

"Another refugee of the war, no doubt she's hiding scars beneath it." Holly snickered, "poor little mouse." Sen stood abruptly, the chair falling backwards and clattering against the floor. "Yuuki?" Madame Pomfrey inquired, looking over through the doorway. "Is everything alright?" Sen swallowed, her fists shaking. She strode into the next room. "I couldn't help-" Sen began.

"I couldn't help but overhear your conversation." Sen's smile was pleasant, but her words were sharp. Holly's smile drooped ever so slightly in a most satisfying way. "Maybe if you didn't drop your coins so frivolously there wouldn't be so many orphans."

"Yuuki!" Madame Pomfrey bristled, but the Princesses laughed.

"You have spunk little mouse," Holly said, sipping her tea. "When you're ready to leave the rags behind, come to the palace, I'm sure we could find a place for you."

"No thank you," Emilia's brow quirked curiously. "My life is simple, but it is pleasant. I would rather live honestly then cater to the whims of the wealthy." Sen quickly curtsied, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."

Emilia's laugh was loud and hardy. "Spunky, I'll buy her from you."

"She isn't for sale." Sen couldn't help but hear a note of pride in the Madame's voice. "Everyone can be bought," Holly insisted but the Madame only shook her head. "If that will be all, I have work to do," that was a dismissal if Sen had ever heard one. The Princesses left and Madame Pomfrey entered the work room. "Next time you speak before royalty, you might want to hold your tongue. The Princesses are forgiving but I can assure you, the King and Queen are not." Despite her scolding, Madame Pomfrey had a smile.

"I will be sure to remember that." Sen agreed, turning back towards the work set out for her.

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And so Koutaro and Templar Ynara ended up walking back to town together for no other reason than they had nothing better to do. Koutaro was smarter than Yasu by at least some degree and he had a feeling that Ynara was trying to figure him out. It was suspicious really - why would a random High Templar be trying to puzzle him? He was just a simple lumberjack so there was no reason for anyone to be afraid. Still, he was able to stave off her suspicions little by little despite her poking and prodding. The questions that were no doubt showing up in her head - and let's be honest, Koutaro knew full well who Ynara was - all because of Buttercup because she was an Onyxian breed. This was because Yasu and Sen had become too sentimental with the mare.

Well, his job was to clean up their messes and sweep up their fires so he might as well get the assassin off the trail, right? But then he felt a sudden bursting inside of him. Yasu was acting out again. Why? Why? Why was she so stupid, why was she trying to come out right now? But Yasu's spirit was always stronger than Kou's, so if she with all of her force tried to get control-

"What are you doing." Ynara's voice came out as a hissing whisper, pushing them into an ally for her to finish her transformation. "Don't use magic here, there's Templars around!" And all of Koutaro's work had gone to waste now that Yasu let the cat out of the bag. Her eyes watered up, red and sad, her blonde hair fanning around around her. "I missed you!"' She whimpered, a weak timid mouse she was, not good for anything. "I wanted to see you." Ynara scowled and shook her head. "I'm not here because of you. What you and Sen do isn't my concern." The assassin's eyes grew cold, none of the friendliness of before as fellow Sapphiran soldiers remained. "The King gave me a job here and I will do my duty."

She sighed as if exasperated from how stupid the blonde girl was. And yes, Yasu knew very well she was stupid. She couldn't keep up with how quick Sen's mind worked or how Koutaro always seemed one step ahead of her. Of their trio, it was most definitely the mouse who was the most useless. Furniture. "Was it a lie?" She asked, the question she most wanted to ask; the question she most wanted to avoid the answer to. "You two should get out of Quartz." Mira said instead, ignoring the question. "It won't be safe here for long. Get to Amethyst, away from the war." And that was all King Octavius's assassin had to say and she went back to the street as Ynara Peleneia, one of Mother Therian's most loyal Templars.

Dejectedly, with a newly broken heart, Yasu wandered back into town square to wait for Sen to return. They needed to plan a few things for the Interview tonight, after all. No, she had to be more reliable! She couldn't just sit here and wait for Sen to comfort her back to sanity. So Yasu decided to go shopping for things they might need. An hour later she was back in town square, crying at all the money she wasted in comfort shopping, buying useless things like headbands and hair elastics and a silver locket and other such accessories.

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When Sen was at last released from work, she hung up her apron and pocketed her money, having finished two dressed today. Madame Pomfrey was working her hard, but it wasn't as if Sen didn't enjoy it. She yawned and stretched, locking up the shop before going to find Yasu in the square, who looked more than a bit perturbed about something. "What's wrong?" Sen frowned, sitting beside her. "Did you go to work today?" Had Yasu gotten fired? Sen glanced at the shopping bags, wondering what Yasu had bought herself that entailed so many bags. "Hey, is everything alright?" Sen inquired worriedly, turning towards her partner. "Is it Mira? Did she find out?" Sen swallowed hard, images of being dragged back to Onyx flooding her mind. "You didn't give us away, did you?" Sen inquired warily.

She took the bags from Yasu and began to direct her back towards the house. Already the square had been liberated of all festival decorations. Gone were the fancy banners, the beautiful flower bundles, and tables full of fresh food and drink. Today the only thing in the square were the fountain and bench that the two girls met by everyday after work. "Maybe something to eat will cheer you up? The squash in the garden are growing nicely and I got paid! Maybe we'll have enough to get those two chickens?" Sen meant live chickens of course, ones that would lay fresh eggs for them every morning. That would be a burden off of their backs and supposedly you could feed them vegetable scraps, which would lead to less waste in the long run. "Is it Kotaru? Did something happen to him?" Sen made sure to keep her voice low, not wishing for them to be overheard.

When they at last reached their humble abode, Sen opened up the door and led Yasu to the table. Sen prepared a simple sandwich with butter and hard cheese for Yasu, as well as a leftover candy from the party. "Here, try to eat. Maybe you'll feel better after?" Sen suggested quietly, sitting across from Yasu, who looked as though she had just swallowed a live worm. "It's okay, you don't have to tell me, but um, whatever it is that's bugging you, if it's important, you can tell me. We've been together this long, you can trust me." Sen wouldn't betray Yasu, not ever! Those Princeses may have offered Yasu a job but she would not take it unless there was a space for Yasu to come in beside her.

"Now let's go through those things you bought today," Sen opened up one of the bags, confused when she saw that it was full of hair accessories. "They're cute, but why?" Was this some sort of hint that Sen should do a better job at hiding the fact that she was wearing a wig? Perhaps Sen had known somehow, that the Princesses had mentioned the fact that Sen was trying to hide her hair? "The Princesses were at my shop today, they had several dresses for us to make and Madame Pomfrey gave it to them when they insulted me." Sen said with a smile, taking a seat across from Yasu and kicking off her shoes to rest her feet.

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Unlike Sen whose problems mostly vanished as they were purely physical, unlike Kou whose biggest problem was that he didn't have a body of his own, Yasu's was still as strong as ever. Koutaro was floating in her mind, awake but not taking control. She wanted to sink back into sleep, she wanted to stop existing, she wanted to give up again. "You can't just give up again, this is already your second chance." He said, but Yasu didn't care. Her problems were mental. She was stupid, she always was, she was the type that would fall behind in class but laugh it off and pretend not to care and pretend that if she really wanted to pass, she could. Compared to the overachievers around her, she was the embarrassment that couldn't do anything. And now it was happening again.

"You can't kill yourself, sis." Kou tried again, louder this time, his voice echoing in the void that was her mind. "Someone here is counting on you. Sen looks like she has it all together, but she needs you as her partner." And before she could rebut anything Sen was there, back from work. "I, um, came out when..." Sen, working so hard. Kou too, was working so hard. And yet here she was, wasting away money to buy useless accessories and baubles that weren't good for anything. "Comfort shopping?" She said with a weak chuckle, trying to be funny. She had a feeling it didn't work, and the added shame of being cared for and worried for by Sen made it all worse. She didn't deserve this kind of consideration, this kind of friendship. "Kou's still here." She grumbled. "I bet you like him better, don't you?" She could feel him calling her stupid in her head for asking the question.

But this wasn't just about her. Sen could be at risk now too. "Mira is here, she's the Green Templar." She reported once they were back at home in safety. "I don't know why she's here, but we know how King Octavius is..." A warmonger. Good and fair to his people, cruel to his enemies. She whimpered again, but Kou's gentle prodding at the back of her mind gave her some strange sense of calm. "...Ynara was questioning Kou when he was brushing Buttercup... and then because of my... heart, I came out, I wanted to find out if she still..." Was it a lie? Was it all a lie? Was she stupid to count on love, on being loved? Even now, Mira was full of mixed signals and none of them were making sense to her.

Before she could apologize, Kou mentioned something in her head. "Kou says it would be good for you to take the job." She translated for him because he was forcing her to stay here instead of running away from her problems. "So you'll be safe from the Templars so Mira won't have access to you." And because Sen knew the assassin's face she could out her to the King and Queen of Quartz if she had to. "Then Kou can live as me and I just go to sleep and not bother anyone..." As long as she never resurfaced as Yasu, Mira would never be able to prove that she was one of the Girls of Destiny. But then she started to tear up. "B-but I don't want you to leave me behind." Why was she crying? This was bad form, if she wanted to be in tip-top shape for the Lindbrum interview later tonight she needed to regain her composure.

But it was true. Other than Kou, the most important person in her life now - in a friendship manner of course - was Sen. Her reliable companion, her magician partner, the best friend she could have asked for. She didn't want to disappoint her. Yasu wanted to grow and eventually be relied on too.

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