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Marisenne Nicht

"Inside me, it never ends. It just keeps repeating, repeating, repeating, repeating endlessly. The screaming repeats. If you looked into the eyes of madness, would you scream for me, too?"

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a character in “From Light to Shadow”, as played by Tsukiakari

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Marisenne Renka Nicht
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Role: The Eternity of Madness: Red Crystal Eyes of Terror, Villain 1.

Gender: Female
Nickname(s)/Alias(es):Maris, Marisenne the Bloody, Ange Noir.
Age:
25. Appears about 11 due to some side effects of her power.
Love Interest: None yet, and probably ever.

Appearance: Maris is a small, puny girl who no one would ever suspect of being a terrifying being of hatred and spite. Her hair is short, unkempt and blonde, kept neck length except in a single ponytail which runs almost down to her waist. Her skin is pale, and, if one looks closely, is criss-crossed with an uncountable number of scars, as though she was repeatedly cut apart and stitched back together. Her crimson eyes always hold a look of sadness, loneliness, and an unnervingly ever-present, unchanging lack of concern, as though she has lost the ability to empathize with other beings, no matter how much they have suffered. She frequently giggles and laughs at the most inappropriately somber things, and can sometimes be seen talking cheerfully to a being that doesn't seem to exist.

On a final note, when she manifests her powers, she sprouts two black crystalline rods painfully from her back, from which dangle various multicolored crystalline feathers. She uses these to launch attacks, and to fly.

Preferred Clothing: Marisenne's usual outfit consists of a soft crimson dress, lined with blue lace and collared with a small, cute bit of fur. The collar is tied with a bright yellow bow, and on her head is securely perched a dark blue bonnet. In addition to her red and navy blue skirt, she wears knee-high black stockings and a pair of fuzzy black boots. Her hands are clad in fingerless blue gloves.

Height: Five feet, one inch.
Weight: 107 Pounds.
Hair Color: Blonde.
Eye Color: Crimson.

Personality: Marisenne could be summed up in one word: insane. Put simply, she's schizophrenic, hyper-paranoid, sadistic, and has a phobia of just about everything. She has two main personalities, the first identifying itself as "Maris" or "Marisenne" and the second identifying itself as "Ange Noir," translating literally to "Black Angel."

Maris herself is actually a very kind, playful person. She is frightened of other people, and so generally hides alone, getting by as best she can. If someone should prove kind to her, she acts like a normal little girl, calling them her "friend" and asking them to play with her. However, she is generally too scared of other people to speak to them.

Ange, on the other hand, is an entirely different being. Created to cope with the trauma of the various experiments performed upon Marisenne, where Maris is afraid of people, Ange actively despises them, viewing all people as playthings. Should anyone ever scare Maris, Ange would murder them painfully upon the spot, and drink their blood. She keeps Maris in check by playing with and protecting her, and therefore is the true face of the individual known as Marisenne, hiding behind Maris as a sort of cutesy act to get close to people and kill them.

Oddities: I don't know, having two personalities? It would be easier to list what's not odd about Marisenne than what is. Most notable is her tendency to refer to herself in the third person and to end all of her sentences with "Ru~" and to run with her arms spread wide, so as to "look like the patron saint of suffering and sacrifice." Symbolism!

Likes: Playing, being alone, singing, punishing those who make her scared, the taste of blood, revenge.
Dislikes: People and things who scare her, which is just about everything.
Hobbies: Singing, swimming, playing various childish games, murder.

Fears/Phobia(s): People, loud noises, hot things, cold things, EVERYTHING.

Skills/Talents: Marisenne is almost completely unresponsive to pain, and much faster and stronger than she appears.

Preferred Weapon: Anything she wants. Could range from knives to the broken off leg of a table to anything created by magic.

Power(s): Physical and Metaphysical soul projection. She has the ability to project the raw energy of her existence both from her body and from her mind. The former takes the form of various crystals growing painfully out of her bone structure and through her skin, which can be fired as projectiles or made into armor or whatever else. She can channel pure soul energy through these, thereby giving them a somewhat explosive property. Generally, Maris keeps two crystalline rods decorated with various multicolored crystal shards protruding from her back. These "wings" can channel energy through them, creating a sort of jet effect and allowing her limited-control flight.

The latter power takes the form of her projecting her own existence into the minds of other people, namely through her eyes. This ability is in constant use, as she has no idea how to control it. Should anyone look into her eyes, they would fall under its effects. Unless she wills it to work faster, the effects are generally rather slow in manifestation. However, should she become afraid, angry, or even enthusiastic, these effects would be exacerbated. These effects are, namely, the inducement of insanity. This starts as random and somewhat terrifying hallucinations, ranging from objects not appearing where they actually are to a false sensation of blood pouring from the ceiling, or the victim of the power committing some terrible act, such as murder or suicide. None of these illusions have any physical effect, but they appear perfectly real, and, should contact with Maris be prolonged, will actually last about an hour after leaving her presence. Eventually, if someone stays long enough, traits of Maris' personality will be forced upon their own temporarily, such as a desire to kill, the disembodied voice of Ange speaking in their heads, and, most of all, an insatiable craving for blood. Those with strong wills and a great deal of emotion are much more resilient to this power than other people, so, for example, the six chosen would experience the least noticeable effect, whereas someone in despair would succumb easily. Should Maris ever receive proper care and training, this might eventually turn into a more controllable ability, such as illusions.

These powers also have several side effects. Due to her constant projection of her mind onto those of other people, Maris can hear some of the thoughts of those around her. Due to her constant projection of her soul through her body, she stopped aging physically, remaining stuck at the physical age of 11. Should she ever manage to reign in her powers, she would probably age somewhat almost instantly. On a final note, her injuries heal with unnatural speed, which is good, as if they didn't, her crystals would have caused her to die of blood loss long before now.

Maris replenishes her powers through resting. Ange replenishes her powers by drinking Human blood and consuming her victims' soul energies, adding them to her own and increasing her strength.

Abilities: Generally, Maris' fighting/murder style consists of mass barrages of crystals, with more focus on evasion and constant offensives than defense or strategy. Using raw emotion to fuel her maddening eyes, she breaks her enemies' focus by giving them terrifying and mind-boggling hallucinations whilst simultaneously uncovering the strategies they intend to use against her and countering accordingly. Once her opponent has been beaten into submission, she rips them apart without mercy using close-quarters crystalmancy.

Personal History: Maris doesn't remember much of her actual childhood. She had parents once, a poor mother and father who worked their hardest to survive and rather hated their unwanted child for being an extra mouth to feed. When they fell on hard times, coincidentally around the time she discovered that she could hear other people's thoughts and sprout crystals from her body. Her parents, exasperated with the freakish leech on their income they had birthed and raised, handed her over to a government research group for experimentation in exchange for monetary compensation. She was a wonderfully intriguing test subject, thought to hold inside her pitiful form the secrets to immortality and to the old technologies that had birthed the crystals suspending the island. She was cut open, and crystals extracted from her screaming, writhing body, and experimented upon in countless other ways. Her daily life had become a hellish nightmare of madness and agony, and her fears, hatred, and burning desire for revenge caused her powers to change and grow out of control. This also caused the creation of Ange, a ruthless killer who was the "perfect protector and friend" Marisenne had so longed for. Ange played with her, talked to her, protected her, and empowered her. Most importantly, however, Ange offered release. If Maris would just surrender herself to the madness overflowing from inside, she would be able to play alone forever. Marisenne accepted the madness gladly, for she had finally had enough.

Without warning, Marisenne broke free from her bonds, causing the research facility which had been her prison for decades of agony to be burned down whilst she strode through its halls, painting them in the blood of her tormentors and drinking whatever she didn't use as gruesome dye for herself. Bathing in a shower of gore, Marisenne fled the prison, leaving behind her no survivors whatsoever and gallons of spilled blood. Now, she does whatever it takes to survive, living on scraps and whatever blood she can drink as a beverage, be it sucked from the writhing forms of victimized rats or from the shriveling throats of Human victims. As it is, she's little different from the monsters plaguing the land.

When the six "Heroes" made their appearance, Ange was infuriated. Why was it that they were hailed as saviors and heroes when she had been tortured and treated like little more than a lab rat? Convincing Maris to follow her schemes, Ange set out on a quest of revenge, plotting to murder every last one of those unfair heroes and drink their blood to see if she might add their power to her own by sucking out their soul energy.

Theme Song 1: Bad Apple! - Touhou OST

Theme Song 2: Light Yagami's Theme - Death Note OST

Other: Nothing that I can think of.

So begins...

Marisenne Nicht's Story

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The "rat" scampered along the pavement in the dark alleyway, not even stopping to peruse the many bins of garbage lying overturned in the area around him, their enticing contents going completely ignored by the terrified creature as he fled, taking a sharp, abrupt turn into another alleyway and scurrying on all fours towards the place where he made his nest. Something had him spooked, and he wasn't going to stay around in this place and face whatever terrible thing might be pursuing him.

The sound of quiet footsteps was the only noise in the dark labyrinth once the fleeing rat had passed, soft-soled shoes skidding over the surface of the pavement once step at a time, making an ominous, quiet sound, the some tapping gently on the surface of some great, hellish drum, the echoes ringing out with each methodical step. Those footfalls were more like a drum than one might have guessed, for a gentle, cheerful voice soon joined into that frightful melody in a childish, playful song. Multicolored lights danced off of the walls of the alleyway as a small shape continued its steady walk toward the fleeing rat. He dared not look back, for to do so would be to face fear itself, hidden in the guise of innocence. He had awoken with those horrible red pools gazing into his very soul, and he knew that should he venture a single glance back at his pursuer, he would be rooted in the eyes of madness, and would be consumed. Still he remembered the maddening thing that had forced itself into his mind. Still he remembered the blood. Torn flesh had dribbled down from the walls around him, painting the world in shades of sanguine crimson. And at the middle of it all... That thing, that terrible entity that hid behind the mask of a child. But the blood dribbling down its face, running freely down its hands, that terrible, bloodstained grin, and those eyes, those awful eyes...!

"Run, run, run away
Mister Rat, go as fast as you can
A game of tag I'd like to play
I'm it, so run away
Run from me, little man."


The rat stopped short, the terrifyingly serene voice coming ever closer with each resounding step. He wanted nothing more than to heed the words of that song and flee as fast as his legs would carry him, but, to his horror, the path before him was blocked. He had taken a wrong turn in his frenzied flight, and now he was cornered. Already, the multicolored light of those unnatural wings was upon him, and a shadow had fallen over him, blocking out all but that eldritch light. He tried to muster the courage to turn and fight, for it was the only option left him, but found himself powerless to move. His terror bound him faster than any chain forged by mortal hands, and, fearing what he might see, he could not so much as look up. A cold sweat poured down his body, bathing him in a terrible chill from his dirty black hair to his tattered boots. The orphaned young street rat was powerless as he watched the shadow raise something over its head, a crimson light shining down on him. It was over. He was going to die...!

In an instant, however, something changed. The light vanished, and the shadow covering him was gone. Slowly, tentatively, he looked up, his heart racing as though it would leap out of his chest. His fearful gaze was met by... nothing. The one who had pursued him was gone. There was no trace of that horrifying thing anywhere to be found. The light from the spread crystalline wings was gone. The blood was gone. The deep, maddening red eyes were gone. He could not hear the sound of that taunting voice, nor those resounding footsteps that had haunted him for the past half hour. Like an awakening from a bad dream, he found himself safe and sound, once more firmly within the world he-

These were the last coherent thoughts the street rat ever had, for at that instant, the crimson light returned full force, bathing everything in the hue of blood. It dripped and flowed about, as though he had been submerged in a sanguine sea. Pain shot up his left arm as something dug deep into him, and two small but nonetheless firm hands seized his limb as though they would tear it from its socket. The pain doubled as what had pierced his arm was violently torn forth, ripping a chunk of flesh out with it. Blood spurted in a small shower into the air as the rat - no, the boy flailed wildly, trying in vain to escape.

The savaged left arm tasted sweet, the delicious flavor of Human blood once more refreshing her gullet. The fear she had so patiently instilled and cultivated was like ambrosia, bringing life and immeasurable pleasure throughout her body, filling her with strength and power. The boy tried to run, but she wouldn't let him. Diving forward, she tackled him, overbalancing him before he could even finish his first step and sinking her teeth into his shoulder, tearing into the streams of life running through his body without any concern for the flesh, skin and ragged clothing she had to brutally rip her way through to reach that beloved and craved sanguine flow.

The boy screamed, like music to her ears as her game of tag reached its climax. This was so much fun, so much fun! But there was not yet nearly enough blood to slake her thirst. She had to have more, more, more, more!

Her thoughts were disrupted by the boy's futile struggling. In a desperate attempt to free himself, the little rat had grabbed her by her long golden mane of hair with his uninjured arm and tried to pry her from his shoulder. That smarted! She was the one who was it, not him! He had no right to try to inflict pain on her! That was against the rules! Righteously indignant, the girl coated her arm with her spiritual energy, and, clamping down on his arm, sank her fingers into the offending limb, reaching deeper, deeper, deeper, through the soft skin, through the spasming muscles, through the nerves and veins and whatever else stood in the path of her unshakable grip. The boy screamed incoherently. It might have been a plea for mercy, or for help, but she didn't really care. She had reached her target, for her fingers had finally connected with his arm bone at the elbow. Grasping it tightly, she shattered it like a twig, the fragments of white ivory shattering outward through his mutilated flesh as the limb slumped uselessly, twisted at an artfully cruel angle. Satisfied with her work, she once more plunged her teeth into the rat's flesh, lapping up his precious blood. When the flow ran dry in one place, she would simply find another well from which to take her fill. The boy's useless efforts to escape were growing weaker by the second as the alleyway became flooded with crimson as his reservoirs of life fluid overflowed. It was a pity that so much was wasted, but she had no time to dwell on such things. Already, his life was growing dim. It seemed the game was almost over. There was only one thing left to do.

Rising up as she straddled her victim, she bit downward, her canines plunging into the rat's throat. Fighting through his pain and fading consciousness, the boy raised his barely-functioning left arm, clawing at his neck in a last attempt at resistance - useless. The only thing he did was hasten his own demise as he helped pry open his own gizzard. He gasped, gurgled, flailed about, and finally lay still, the last of his sanguine wells running dry. The bloodstained young murderess stood, a smile on her face as she looked down at her victim.

"Tag~! You're it~!" She declared in a proud, sing-song voice as the life in the boy's eyes faded, his blood mingling with the trash on the dirty ground. She cocked her head back, her eyes wide with a euphoric glee as the dead rat's venous claret dripped from every inch of her defiled body, and let loose a terrifying laugh of triumph, like a cat crowing over its deceased prey. Her raucous cry rang out through the dark labyrinth, echoing back several times. Then, all was silent.


Slowly, the girl composed herself, and, glancing around her, gingerly stepped away from the corpse at her feet.

"Ange," She complained, sounding displeased. "You broke another one of our toys, Ru~. Now Marisenne will have to find something else to play with... You even left her to clean up your mess, Ru~." Sighing, the young girl turned and trotted away, her arms spread wide as she went briskly along. Turning, she looked back at her deceased victim, and smiled as though oblivious of the death she had just wrought. Waving goodbye to her "toy," she gave a final farewell before dashing into the darkness.

"It was fun playing with you, Mister Rat! Bye bye, Ru~!"

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Marisenne had just been on her way to find somewhere she could clean herself up, when a familiar sound had stopped her in her tracks - the sound of jeering insults and taunts. She stopped, turned, and glanced down a side alleyway. What met her eyes was a scene that she could sympathize with: four older - not to mention armed - boys looming over one smaller one. The sight made her blood boil. After all, she had been "bullied" for what she was, too. Like this boy, she had taken it quietly. However, the boy was much more similar to her than she initially realized, for a moment before she herself could let Ange out and chase the mean people away, the boy solved things his own way.

The screaming and gore might have terrified any normal child. But then again, the bloodstained innocent was by no means an ordinary child. Such sights were so commonplace to her that being afraid of blood and death would be like an ordinary person being terrified of a fly.

And, while she might have been reluctant to approach the boy before, his display of courage and ability in defending himself made her feel a sort of kinship with him. He, like she, was bullied, grew tired of it, and changed his circumstances through use of incredible power. While she still felt a little nervous, in her naivete she was confident that he was like her. And so, she stepped forward, entering the alleyway where the boy stood.

"Hello, mister!" She called cheerfully, her carefree, happy voice contrasting starkly with the blood staining both her and the boy she hailed, both brought into stark relief by the multi-colored light streaming from the unnatural pair of crystalline wings adorning her back. "Mister Paper did a good job dealing with those bullies. They didn't hurt Mister Paper, did they?" She asked innocently, looking up at Rei with her unnatural crimson eyes. Although she had only stood before him for a single instant, something would feel distinctly wrong about her, and, more importantly, about those strangely terrifying eyes...

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The boy with the plague doctor mask stands up, his sharp paper appendages retracting, dropping what seems to be a liver on the floor. For a moment, the stoic boy's expression turns into one of purely surprised bliss. He looks at his paper gloved hands, red stained. As he opens his hands and spreads his fingers, he eyes the liver that he's dropped onto the floor, stepping on the bloody organ with gusto. A groan of pure pleasure can be heard coming from his own mouth, his fingers flex as he shakes from the adrenaline. He just felt so alive, and yet.. there's an odd sweetness, a naivety that he was so accustomed to feeling, though it was not him who felt it. His eyes now widened, not with pleasure, but now with pure fear. He knew who had this sort of innocence, but it's been years since he's felt anything similar to it... could it really be his...his beloved sister?

Breathing heavily now, a drop of sweat caressing the side of his face, flowing down his cheek, much like a pseudo teardrop, but soon enough this panic goes away, replaced with, once again, a stoic expression. No, it couldn't be his sister, she was dead, he felt it. This madness, this feeling of being truly alive wasn't him. It was something else much like him, though it was a different entity altogether. Slowly he turns around, the papers that he once donned as clothing, slowly gather into a wall in front of him. These papers slowly shine revealing a bright reflection of the girl in front of him. From the perspective of the girls eyes, he saw how she looked like. Young, though from his own complexion he looked the same, she was couple of inches shorter than he was, odd crystalline 'wings' stretch out from her back to his own interest. The papers descend into his belt in a brief whirlwind, but most of all he was intrigued by her crimson eyes... Slowly he replies," Mr. Paper wasn't hurt at all. Why are you here, little one..." He derails from the subject momentarily. "You have eyes that were once like my sister's." He looks about wondering. "There....there are two of you... Where's the other person you're with...?"

His own eyes drift slowly to meet hers. Suddenly a small giggle can be heard from a distance. He twists and turns, trying to find the source of the sound, only to be struck by silence once more. He bites his lip, wondering how tired he was...

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"Ooh. That's a big mess," The young girl said worriedly. "Marisenne ended up messy, too." She gestured to the blood staining her face and limbs - the rest being mostly invisible, since her dress was already red to begin with. She stared up with an innocence that belied her words and appearance, as though she simply wasn't capable of understanding that people were now dead, thanks to her and "Mister Paper." Chances were, this was actually the truth.

"Marisenne was going to go hide after Ange played tag with a Mister Rat, ru~. Since Ange made a big mess, Marisenne needed to clean up before someone noticed, ru~. But she couldn't find a place to clean up, and ran into Mister Paper instead! It's nice to meet you, ru~!" She explained somewhat nonsensically, her odd speech patterns and habit of adding little noises onto the ends of her sentences making it slightly difficult to understand her, although what she meant was, thankfully, fairly obvious. After speaking, she stopped, placed a finger to her cheek thoughtfully, and suddenly realized something.

"Hey, wait! Mister Paper can see Ange, too? Nobody else could see Ange but Maris, ru~."

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Rei shifts from one boot to the other, listening to the squelching of the bloody mess under him. He pays attention to the young girl before him as he speaks, trying his best to contemplate her language, frowning slightly at the odd sounds coming from her mouth. A small sniffle can be heard as Rei notices the similarities between the girl and his beloved sister: their innocence, their eyes, their bubbly personality, and even their speech. His sister didn't always go 'Ru' much like the individual speaking before him, but always loved calling Rei many nicknames such as Rai-Rai, and Ray-Ray. A small tear flows down his right cheek soon to be followed by two more on his left, showing the childish persona of fear and despair, which his stoically murderous facade usually veiled. Rei missed his sister. His mind started to fade as he reminisced about the past, the memories he's shared with the sibling who loved him so dearly. The nights of singing her to sleep, and vice versa, time spent learning how to make origami animals, time spent laughing and giggling, a paradise that soon ended through the selfishness of his own blood. Rei's fists clench tightly as he bites his lip drawing blood across his flesh, the taste of iron glazing his palette. More tears start to cascade down his cheeks, making him look eight years younger rather than being eighteen. He soon starts to tremble, until the sound of a giggle is heard, causing him to freeze. He shakes his head, wiping the tears from his face, sniffling some more.

After a few more deep breathes, Rei slowly looks at Mari once more, looking straight at her own eyes. Their height difference was only five inches, so when Rei knelt down, he was looking up to the innocent face that stood before him. His own mind starts to calm down, feeling the innocent persona flow from the young girl. Rei's empathetic abilities sensed two personas..., or rather, one and a half? Slowly Rei starts to reply to her, "I can't....I can't see who this other person is, but I can feel her. She's....very much like me...so much that I thought it was myself that I felt instead..." He rubs his chin in deep thought. "Could that be you...? As two people at once...?" Sighing, he shakes his head, his hand automatically going to the girl's bloody cheek, his blind eyes exuding calm pity. "And what happened to you...? Why are you so bloody right now... come on...let's get you cleaned up...." A slip of paper flutters from his belt to his hand. As the paper flows over his fingers, the texture becomes akin to that of a silk handkerchief. Rei blushes, the memories of him doing this to his sister, a small flash of a kind smile flowing over his face. He brushes her hair, still cleaning her face with the small paper. "My name is Rei...R-e-i. You can also call me Mr. Paper if you'd like. And...and is your name Ange little one?" Slowly more papers flow from his waist, wrapping around her in a small jacket of white momentarily before flowing back into his belt, most of the blood on her clothes dry, the blood on her limbs wiped away. Rei smiles ruffling her hair, quietly remarking, "We should get new clothes for you right away...but now you look better without the blood, so you're all cleaned up... You have very pretty...wings." Rei smiles a drop of blood dripping from his bit lip, not noticing that the small giggles weren't from her...they were all in his head....

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"Amazing! Mister Paper is amazing! He knows about Ange, ru~!" The enthusiastic child said, grinning from ear to ear and doing something that appeared to be a cross between a victory dance and bouncing up and down to express her joy at finally meeting someone who realized that her friend was there. Although most people - especially those with unusual abilities - would have had her too scared to approach them, or stay there for too long, this boy was different. Not only was he like her - bullied because of his powers - but also he seemed to know so much about her after only having met her once. It seemed to her naive and "innocent" mind that he was clearly destined to be her new friend. And to her, that was more than enough to trust him unconditionally. This was fortunate, since her trust somewhat reduced the effects of her crimson eyes upon Rei, meaning her excitement at meeting him didn't cause the maddening ability to take hold more quickly.

"No, Marisenne isn't Ange, ru~. At least, not most of the time. Ange is Marisenne's friend, but she can't seen or felt, so sometimes Marisenne lets Ange use her to do the things she wants to. It's probably very boring and lonely being stuck in Marisenne's head all the time, so Marisenne lets Ange out to play when she wants to, ru~. That's why Marisenne is all messy now- Uu, that tickles!" Her statement was cut off by Rei's kind gesture in cleaning her up, the smooth texture of the paper napkin inducing a quiet giggle from the distracted child. "Marisenne is messy because Ange went out to play tag, ru~." This final explanation seemed to carry a hidden weight behind it. The mysterious Ange living inside the child - evidently named Marisenne, since that seemed to be the term she most referred to herself by - and sometimes using her body to "play games." While it was fairly obvious that Marisenne couldn't recognize the frightening visage she had sported, soaked head to toe in blood, or in the significance of the crimson claret she had bathed in, it was a fairly sure guess that this unknown "Ange" - the one who had, according to the child, done the deed- knew exactly what it was she had done. It seemed that these games of "tag" Marisenne let Ange play were something much darker and more terrifying than any simple play.

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Smiling softly, Rei finishes wiping up Mari, the last piece of paper flowing down his arm to his belt. He gently pats the young girls head, ruffling her hair, trying to comprehend everything she was trying to say. He starts to contemplate for a moment, was this girl housing a whole new being or soul within her? From what she's been saying, it seemed to be the case, and yet, from what he's feeling himself, the two emotions of innocence and bloodlust were intertwined together somehow....flowing with each other as one being. Is it quite possible that this girl holds an alternate personality? It didn't make sense to Rei at all, in fact it was viewed by him as downright preposterous. These feelings of bloodlust are much like his, albeit he looked as if he were young, he was still an eighteen year old, and he was sure he had a mind of an eighteen year old, if not, older. The girl in front of him was young, younger looking than he was. For such a young and innocent child to have a persona that had a lust for death that competed with his own was just plain ridiculous. And yet, this was no ordinary child. From what he can tell, those wings on her back weren't just a prop or costume, they were very much real. Yet, he wasn't phased by this fact, much like her he was also odd, even more so. Shaking his head he starts to stand up brushing himself off. He smiles softly, reaching out for her hand. What secrets did this girl have, or what is she trying to hide? He knows that he'll find out eventually, but for now they've got to get out of here. The gore filled mess in the alley would take too long to clean, so they're going to need to leave soon or risk getting caught. Rei extends his hand closer to Mari, wanting her to hold it. "Come on, Mari... let's go before someone finds the mess. We've been hanging here for too lo-"

Rei's eyes widen as his sentence was interrupted by a pair of shouts, on the other side of the alley behind Mari. "Oi! There he is! He's the one who took out Brand and his mates! He's a bloody monster! Shoot him!!! SHOOT! HIM!" These shouts were immediately followed by the sounds of numerous gun shots, all headed for the back of Mari. He closes his eyes, there was no time to get a shield up, nor was there time to retaliate. He tackles Mari, wrapping her in his arms in a bear hug, twisting around to run to the other direction, but not before falling after a few steps. Rei screams as he falls, falling on his side to prevent falling on Mari. Blood and small wisps of smoke flows from his shoulder and knee, a small cut on his side from a bullet graze. He curses himself for not being able to notice these thugs right away, too focussed on Mari, ignoring the different tastes of emotions around him. He also cursed himself for not noticing the familiar taste of emotions from the previous fight. The signal was weak, but he was too late to notice that it was gone. There was a fifth boy, a bit late in catching up with his friends, only to experience their demise just a few moments ago. His head twists to look at Mari, a little dirty but still okay. Papers start to flow out onto the ground, snaking around weakly. No good, he didn't have as much control because of his injuries. His eyes widen as he hears the clicks of reloading and walking. "Shoot him again! He's still moving!" Rei twists onto his back putting his hands in front of him as a small and weak torrent of paper twists in front of him forming a crude shield in front of them. The shield begins to break down as each bullet hits the wall of paper. Rei coughs a bit, his shield shuddering at his lack of focus. He weakly turns around to Mari, "M...mari! Run f-far away! M-mr. Paper'll be okay!"

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"Okay-" Marisenne agreed cheerfully, and was just about to turn and walk away when she noticed the people standing in the entrance to the alleyway. She stopped, turned, and, her eyes widening in surprise, she pointed to them worriedly. "Mister Paper, they found us, they found us! Trying to tag us, tag us!" She exclaimed. It seemed that although she viewed this as a game, an inkling of just how dangerous their situation was had been revealed to her. She didn't have time to continue her warning, however, for she was once again cut off by her new friend tackling her, the sound of gunfire and bullets whizzing through the air bringing back old, painful memories of her escape with Ange, of the night she had finally broken free and gotten her revenge. The pain she had felt had been horrible, and just thinking of that terrifying place brought a chill up her spine. She began to panic. Were these bullies here to try to take her back? Or maybe they wanted to drag Mister Paper off to that frightening place? No, no, no, never go back, never go back, never let them take another there again! A flare of light entered her crimson eyes, and she stood, her skin pale but her expression resolute, a slight, out-of-place smirk forming on her lips. Suddenly, she spoke with a voice much more composed, and much colder than before.

"Boy," She said simply, glancing down at Rei, her bearing the regal air of a monarch commanding a lowly peasant to stand aside. "Don't look into my eyes. I don't like it when my companion's toys break so quickly."

And with that warning, she turned, and stepped forward. Running a hand across the paper shield, she spread a stream of blood across its surface. As she removed her palm, she grimaced, and the flesh of her hand, suddenly torn and ripped in several places, began to knit itself back together before Rei's eyes. In that instant, thousands of multicolored crystals began to take form across the paper's surface, scattering the second volley of bullets like chaff before a hurricane. The shield tore apart, and the young child stepped through the breach, a downright sadistic smirk on her face as she walked forward, her eyes and wings gleaming maliciously.

"Where'd she go?!" One of the men exclaimed, looking around frantically. The others followed suit, searching for her everywhere, unable to see that she stood right before their very eyes. Ange's madness had taken hold, and was spreading throughout their weak minds like a raging flood. Several began to cry out in surprise - some even screamed in terror - as a multitude of bizarre eldritch visions appeared before them.

"Foolish mortal, you will not understand, nor could you understand. To think that you deceived yourselves into such arrogance as to try to break one of my toys - for shame! - but when you are alone in the dark you are nothing but simpering cowards. Where is your pride now? Dead and gone, as you soon will be too!" Ange laughed mockingly, spreading her wings wide as the crystalline wall behind her shattered outward, a storm of tiny darts tearing forward like a raging wave, consuming all in their path save for their master, who stood unharmed at their center as they scattered around her. In an instant, each of the men had been struck by uncountable numbers of the projectiles, and, with a psychotic smirk of glee, the black angel snapped her fingers.

"Burn in the pit of torment, you blind little HUUUUUMAAAAANNNNSSSS~!" She jeered, watching as, in a flash of multicolored light, a tremendous release of energy literally tore the men apart where they stood, her power ripping them to pieces before they even had time to scream. When the light cleared, the only things left were the bits of flesh and bone and the droplets of blood that fell like rain. Casually, the young child picked up a torn canopy of paper, and held it up over her head, using it as a makeshift umbrella to protect her from the deluge of gore. Closing her eyes, she spread her arms out and laughed, crowing madly with her triumph as the bloody rain fell all around her, soaking the ground in a sanguine, sticky mire. As the remains finally stopped falling, Ange dropped her paper shield, and slumped her head, the last strains of her laughter dying out around her. Her wings once more folded upon her back, and slowly, her head rose.

"Oh, dear," Marisenne murmured, looking around her. "Ange tagged them back, Ange tagged them back. Hope Marisenne's boots don't stain, ru~."

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A flurry of emotions pierced Rei painfully during these few moments, so much that his bullet wounds felt like nothing to him. He lies there, trying to keep the shield up, trying to protect the first friend he's ever had, the friendship that was formed just a few minutes ago. He's never felt this way in a long time, having the need to have something to protect in his life. The idea of having absolutely anything precious to you was just plain wrong to Rei, a burden that will possibly kill you. But Rei felt quite different, of course he was correct about the killing part, but this wasn't a burden, not at all. He felt refreshed finally, a sort of bliss that rivaled with the bliss of death. He finally felt a cause, a cause that he would fulfill in these last moments, a cause that will help him attain peace of mind. Rei, although blind, closes his eyes, it was time...or not. Suddenly a surge of pain fills Rei's mind. Grasping his head he is able to shakily keep the shield up, but it quivers and wriggles, struggling to retain its shape. He starts to grind his teeth, wondering what could cause such pain. He heard the remnants of a small girl's voice, "Boy. Don't look into my eyes. I don't like it when my companion's toys break so quickly." But Rei didn't need to look into her eyes. He felt it, he felt her madness exuding out of her already, crushing and piercing into his brain. Rei could only roll and groan trying to keep his own sanity, but alas, it was done in vain. He didn't notice the new...the darker and more twisted version of Mari prepare to kill these men, instead his mind was slowly being assaulted into a deep void of insanity. But suddenly the pain dissipated. Rei opens his eyes.

He was standing up, but...but now he was at home in his room, and in front of him stood his little sister. A smile fluttered across the boys face, as the girl in front of him giggled. He didn't question whether or not this was an illusion, whether his sister was alive or dead. He didn't even question himself when he obviously was given the ability to see. Instead he smiled at her sweetly, just staring at each other for what seemed to be an eternity. He blinks once, and his sister is gone momentarily. He once more his sister is there again, but the smile that was donned unto her face was gone. He blinks once, she's gone, he blinks again, and this time he sees a more battered and hurt version of his sister. There were small cuts all over her body, her nails digging into her arms, the only sound was her soft whimpers. He blinks once more, and opens his eyes to a terrifying sight. Her sister screams at him, clawing at her eyes, each orb being ripped out as she exclaims in pure terror, "I have her eyes!!! I HAVE HER EYES!!! I have her eyes!!! I have her eyes...!" Rei starts to run for her sister, trying to stop, but no words came out of his mouth. He runs towards her even faster, hoping to stop this madness, but instead the distance between the two children grow. As he runs, Rei trips over, falling down into a pit of darkness, closing his eyes in sheer terror, opening them once again to find himself on his back, a bright light blinding him. Was it just all a dream...? The frail boy tries to stand up but finds himself unable to move. His eyes adjust to the light, finally able to see where he was. From what he sees, the background around him is pure darkness. He looks down where he was lying, and slowly his eyes become consumed with pure horror at the realization of where he was. It seemed he was strapped onto a lab table, and before he could cry out for help two arms that have been gloved in latex and a scalpel on hand. The empty hand places itself on the boy's forehead, using its thumb and index finger to open his right eye's eyelids. The scalpel descends slowly as a whisper fills his ears. "You have her eyes."

And as the blade slowly descends, Rei screams finding himself shrieking on the pavement holding his head, followed by a sudden feeling of bliss. He looks around hazily finding all of his adversaries dead...and Mari in the midst of the gore. Rei could barely hear her...something about tag and being tagged....but it didn't matter to Rei, because a few seconds after he fainted into a deep and dreamless sleep, from the lost of blood and the traumatizing experiences from the madness. All from just one little girl.