Then what sort of perverse thought had you believe we would accept defeat?
( everyone here has their own lives, and if she allowed them to allow this plague of ghosts to take over their bodies then she would have failed many of the people she promised to protect. besides, this isn't right, if the other had his own body then he could act however he wanted even if people would put a stop to him, but to do unforgivable acts within venti's body is pushing it on all accounts. to harm humans, to treat him like a monster rather than a god who wants the best for those around him; this ghost doesn't deserve the body of a god. they hardly deserve to be alive in the first place, and so pollux's need to get rid of the filth before her eyes grows and grows.
they will give back venti if it's the last thing she does.
her fingers flex open as miniature stars begin to hover under her palm, and the sword that had crashed into the floor starts to disperse into stars, but not too far off there's unfamiliar symbolsappearing— a lightening-type strike rushing down to the ground as well, breaking off areas and pieces that light hadn't already shredded through. the floor level may drop, but she doesn't care for her surroundings as she keeps the other in her sight while calling back her weapon—
it's not as fast as she likes with the wind pushing at her rear, and with the speed of determination fueled by hatred, there's the sensation of talons cutting through her side; the tips peeking from out the other side. it's a watered down scream that fills her lungs, blood finding its way as a burning sensation sends shockwaves through her body. her hand falls onto venti's arm, fingers twitching in pain as she glances down at her stomach, noticing the other's fingers puncturing her. )
— Ah... ( her voice sweet and soft, dedicated to her cause as she whispers it to the others. ) I'll kill you... if it's to protect what they love.
( he can feel the way her body breathes in and out, the fresh blood that pours onto his talons to make it glisten in the light of the room that flickers. rather than pull out, she shifts to the side allowing his claws to hold her flesh, and the disgusting wet sound of skin and muscle tearing is audible between them as she pulls herself away from venti, and a nice chunk of her body torn off now hanging to "venti"'s claws. floating off to the side, pollux brings a hand to her visible would where the open mass seems a bit bigger than a baseball, but blood rains down her side, rolling against her leg and has stained her garments. )
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( everyone here has their own lives, and if she allowed them to allow this plague of ghosts to take over their bodies then she would have failed many of the people she promised to protect. besides, this isn't right, if the other had his own body then he could act however he wanted even if people would put a stop to him, but to do unforgivable acts within venti's body is pushing it on all accounts. to harm humans, to treat him like a monster rather than a god who wants the best for those around him; this ghost doesn't deserve the body of a god. they hardly deserve to be alive in the first place, and so pollux's need to get rid of the filth before her eyes grows and grows.
they will give back venti if it's the last thing she does.
her fingers flex open as miniature stars begin to hover under her palm, and the sword that had crashed into the floor starts to disperse into stars, but not too far off there's unfamiliar symbols appearing— a lightening-type strike rushing down to the ground as well, breaking off areas and pieces that light hadn't already shredded through. the floor level may drop, but she doesn't care for her surroundings as she keeps the other in her sight while calling back her weapon—
it's not as fast as she likes with the wind pushing at her rear, and with the speed of determination fueled by hatred, there's the sensation of talons cutting through her side; the tips peeking from out the other side. it's a watered down scream that fills her lungs, blood finding its way as a burning sensation sends shockwaves through her body. her hand falls onto venti's arm, fingers twitching in pain as she glances down at her stomach, noticing the other's fingers puncturing her. )
— Ah... ( her voice sweet and soft, dedicated to her cause as she whispers it to the others. ) I'll kill you... if it's to protect what they love.
( he can feel the way her body breathes in and out, the fresh blood that pours onto his talons to make it glisten in the light of the room that flickers. rather than pull out, she shifts to the side allowing his claws to hold her flesh, and the disgusting wet sound of skin and muscle tearing is audible between them as she pulls herself away from venti, and a nice chunk of her body torn off now hanging to "venti"'s claws. floating off to the side, pollux brings a hand to her visible would where the open mass seems a bit bigger than a baseball, but blood rains down her side, rolling against her leg and has stained her garments. )