Marianne
Determine your own posting order on account of how active you think you'll be!! /pos 

Ill be here if you have questions, ask in  

- elliott
William
Uhhh i can start before i go eep if yall want :3
David
[that sounds good!! :^D I'll try to sig after <3]
William
I like 2 cook and i like 2 bake bread and cookies and pie and cake :3
Rose
[ ill go after pond!
Elizabeth
I'll uhh
See what turn it'll be when I wake up
William
That said, Vi had places to be- whether the benevolent(?) forces liked that or not.

: ̗̀➛✯ Click clack

: ̗̀➛✯ She's crutching on through the corridor, this wasn't the sort of place she'd exactly go for a leisurely walk, but it was definitely getting her steps in (does her phone even count her micro-launching herself around woth crutches as steps?? God knows, it's not like she checks it or anything). Skin crawled with sickening discomfort in tandem with the sounds clawing at her senses, stimulation that shouldnt be launched at her was still making itself into a problem.

: ̗̀➛✯ Hmm... Vi doubted anything good was to come out of this; she was uncomfortable, with or without reassurance that the spirits in armando are actually friendly (she'll have to see it to believe it, because the two lovebirds(?) didn't seem so peaceful when lobbing plates around). White noise garbled to indistinguishable and insane, and Vi regretted her curiosity for a moment or two
Robert
Theo
Pond
Sharq
Spidy
Raven
David
The wailing in the halls awoke Sigrún from a fretful dream of arms crushing her chest. Ribs like knives splintered and bent out of their shapes in the pitch-dark. It occurred to her, at the bottom of a deep breath, that the cries piercing the door to her room and to her mind were not, in fact, hers.

Something else was tearing the world apart, and the list of guesses shrunk in an instant down to a single mangled possibility.

Sig's form was a black mass beneath a heavy hoodie as it sped through the halls and stairwells; it gloated internally at how its footsteps made not a sound, at least, not any audible over the gargling sound of the seams of someone's existence being shredded like a dirty secret. Mirrors glinted beneath her skin, obscuring her features in the same mess of static flooding the path to the source. Violetta was there, and a few others, making their way to it as well; allies, yes. A patch of violet fluttered on her cheek for a moment before the shadow of her friend lapsed out of her vision. Sigrún was glad for it, somewhere underneath the rushing current of morbid ardour.

Fear was a fine, prickling point in her stomach, one she had no choice but to follow. The limb curled around her torso squeezed tighter as reindeer-hide boots found the set of steps that only led to horribly dangerous things.
Paul
Tiff isn't going to let this shit keep happening without even *Trying* To check in. Especially since it is *Screaming.* She was *Napping* And it was *Screaming.* And she doesn't like being woken up.

She eyes the static in the hallways, resisting the growing urge to touch it, just to see what it feels like.

She spots Vi, who she hasn't seen in a while, since the cafeteria. Tiff offers a wave. 

Tiff doesn't think that Basil/Levi are bad people. That doesn't mean that some of the shit they pull isn't f'in annoying, though.

She also waves at Sigrún. 

Tiffany is normally more talkative, but she is *Sleepy.*
Robert
*Ostan walked into the hallway, his eyes flicking between the surroundings and his notebook where he was furiously scribbling. Another crypted? Or were these the cryptids people already knew... Basil and... Levi was it? Like the jeans? Either way he was curious. He walked with a casual and confident air, walking up to the small group that was forming. Three other people he hadnt met before... Maybe if there was danger present he could see a demonstration of parahuman abilities? That would be fun! He checked his belt, feeling the four potions hidden there. Two would make him shine like a spotlight, making it impossible to look away. Two would make him a shadow in the corner of everyone's eye, impossible to focus on. He also held a knife hidden within one of the folds of his dress. It was a knife he normally used in alchemy for cutting up or scraping ingredients... Making it not the best for combat, but given the screams he would rather be armed.* 

*He walked up to the others, continuing to take notes.* "Well! This is rather exciting isnt it?" *He chirped, his eyes flicking between them. He hoped they wouldnt end up in a fight, one of them looked like they... Werent the fastest. Another looked as spooky as what was happening. The last looked like they could fight, so that was good atleast. Two of them were each almost a foot taller than Ostan, and built strongly. In a fight he wanted to be behind them.*
Marianne
New order:
- Theo 
- Pond 
- spidy 
- Raven 
- ghost
- cyber
Antoinette
Frantic footsteps padded in small circles around Nikita's dorm. The boy was practically running back and forth in his dorm, collecting his things to attempt escape from the incessant noise that crowded his brain. 
The entire time he felt half way between a breakdown and collapsing. Nikita could never handle loud noise well. Nikita was barely used to the constant chatter that was audible through the walls, how could he be used to deafening white noise?
Luckily, it wasn't long before he had grabbed his necessities and he was making a dash for the door. His outfit was very lazily thrown together- tan slacks and an oversized white shirt. He clutched his phone in one hand, bag in the other. 

The ginger was searching through his things, double checking his items before he left the dorms completely. When he turned the corner, he practically bumped into the small group that was beginning to amass. 
His eyes darted between the faces that occupied the nearby vicinity. He didn't know any of them. 
That wasn't going to stop him from finding out what the hell was going on if he could. Nikita was new to Newton's Cradle, he had never experienced "The horrors" Firsthand.

He managed to muster up the courage to speak in the group, his voice coming out dry and distant when he spoke. "What's going on?"
Elizabeth
Deev stomps into the hallway, clearly quite peeved at the headache this 'Gold eyes' thing was giving her. She hadn't really thought about the Horrors in NC's basement. They weren't cryptids (As far as she knew) so she felt no inclination to punch them. That was, however, until tonight. The static bullshit was making her brain-computer yell at her... And she was feeling particularly willing to resort to violence this fine day...

Upon noticing Vi was also there, Deev would stand alert and stoic by her side like a bodyguard. Vi was Deev's closest friend in the group, and so Deev felt an urge to protect her. She wasn't gonna let some eldritch entity harass her friend!

"What's happenin'?" She asks, stretching her arms out in preparation for a potential beatdown. "Who do I have to punch?!"
William
: ̗̀➛✯ Her own bodyguard!- Half jokingly so, Vi is flattered by Deev standing watch, and the petite little lady is pleased to see Sig nearby too. Knowing most of the people in the room was an advantage to Vi, something about a trust in those that surround her brought a gentle ease in her usually much more tense shoulders. Someone get this girl a massage.

: ̗̀➛✯ And of course, the horrors are crowd shy... The several moments of peace that grinded to a halt was a comfort she instantaneously missed, a honed claw swinging at the floor.
Vi stumbled back in her crutches, not enough stored inside for a scream, but enough to elicit a garbled 'uwaugh' sort of noise.
To be made jump so shitless that you cant even scream... Just made Vi feel like a mouse.

: ̗̀➛✯ The raven haired girl doesnt respond to the void's query, only staring with eyes like saucers, wide and frightened.

WAIT HOW DO I ROLL IM BRAINDEAD
David
[sig has trained composure, is that a B2?]
Marianne
3 successes < = no affect! Ur good
= 2 = you're a little foggy headed but not bad


!!
David
[I am going to scream bloody murder in this quiet library]
[also post coming soon I swear, when I get home]

Sigrún hardly mustered the energy to grunt in return to the passing greetings and musings of the people suddenly crowding her vision. Their nervous sweat, the stench of cluelessness and useless noise, stung the open sensors lining the cold limbs winding down her leg beneath her long black skirt and around her stomach; it blocked out *Anything* Clear. Pointed teeth ground behind curled black-green lips as she trudged through the pooling, pointless *Mess* This thing had made here yet again.

[warning for talk of filth, decay, dead things]


Starting low and scratchy in her throat and reaching a ghoulish crescendo, Sigrún stifled the rise of bile in her throat with a jagged wound of a scream of frustration. A primal, childish thing, an attempt to push the filthy air of the room out of her lungs; eerie cuttlefish eyes glared back at the mewling pit of claws and *Bullshit*.

*"Give me a fucking break,"* She shouted, accented words chopped impatiently in her throat and splattering black and sizzling.

"You *Shut the fuck up*, you bloated sack of other people's shit, lecturing *Me* About shame. Shame! You, who apparently gets to throw a tantrum and still have the *Stones* To ask why we're here?? My sinews are a joke and my spine is at *Best* A pipe dream. Oh, I *Dare* You to do your worst. *You, YOU.*" 

She circled the hole in the floor, shouting raspy curses into its wretched presence. Her skin and curled limbs rippled and flashed with a pattern that read *Danger!* To any creature that ever evolved whilst being hunted.
_ _

"*YOUR BREATH* ***REEKS*** *OF THE ROTTING CORPSES YOU DRAG BEHIND YOU AND WE ALL HAVE TO SMELL IT!*
Paul
Tiff glances around, surprised at everyone's reactions. Her head feels fuzzy, but overall she feels perfectly normal. What's everyone's problems? Sig's especially.

*Holy shit-*
Something's *Really* Not right. 

But Sigrún seems to be squaring up, and Tiff will be supportive.

She's not smart enough to know to stay away, walking forward and standing next to her with a scowl. She squares her shoulders in an attempt to look more intimidating. 

She doesn't say anything, there's nothing to say that could come anywhere close to Sig's words. 

Whatever it said to her- done- made her seen... It must not have been what Tiffany experienced. She's smart enough to link those dots.

She's visibly unphased by the abyss itself. The only worry is for her friend. 

It makes sense she's not making the smartest choices: her head is so, *So* Foggy. But she can see, and she can hear, even if she can't properly think.

And she can punch, too.
Robert
*Two new people appeared, the first was a fairly shy looking red headed boy, the second was... Mechanical? Well, he couldn't really focus on that now. He looked around, a bit surprised to see how on edge people were. Even with the weird figure in front of them he felt totally fine... If anything he was curious.*

*He stepped forward nonchalantly, not even slightly put off by the eldritch horror. Hell, he had cooked up much grosser looking things in Alexander fairly regularly! He reached up to put a soft hand on Sig's shoulder... Though the height difference between them was obvious. He didnt try to hold her back, but just made her aware of his presence before speaking.* 

"If you could please remain calm my... Fair lady" *He spoke, talking deliberately quietly as a way to force Sig to lower her volume.* "I believe this specimen may be more use to us not pummeled. Plus... I don't know how well your fists will work against eldritch abominations... Though I suspect that you can make a valiant effort! If I had to guess punching and headbutting are specialties of yours." *He said, the backhanded compliment falling easily from his lips. It took him a second before he really realized what he had said... And he winced internally. He really shouldnt let that part of him slip so easily...*

*He walked up to the abyss and leaned over, staring into it.* "Ah hello mister void creature. Yes, I was wondering if we could speak a bit. I would love to interview you about parahuman nature and the possibilities of an afterlife... Wait are you a mister? Would you prefer miss?" *He asked, holding out his journal with his pen at the ready. He had already been taking furious notes, and he stood prepared to take even more.*
Elizabeth
Deev clutches her head, gritting her teeth as the brain fuckery washes over her. She yells, her robotic eye glitching as her digitised voice rapidly rises and lowers in tone. The incessant brain fog... The weird abyss... She was not feeling good right now. And now this thing was implying *She* Was doin' something wrong?! Deev would totally be pounding this thing's face into the dirt if it was, yknow, comprehensible. And had a visible face for her to punch.

Deev falls to her knees and starts pounding on the floor. She doesn't even care if she's hitting the entity... She just need something physically painful to anchor her to reality. Her metal fists echo as she strikes the ground. She was ready to physically square up with something, she thinks. Not engage in a mental battle! This is bullshit!
"MAKE! IT! SHUT! UUUUPP!!! PLEASE!"
William
: ̗̀➛✯ hi i rolled 1 success but did it after my post like a FOOL so uhh heres a lovely little added reaction.
Everything was occuring in such a centered, concentrated area, the happenings cared not for collateral damage, and it cared even less about feelings. Vi's senses were running amock, the equivalent of running your nails along that one terrible, plasticky paper and feeling your entire body shudder in discomfort (which i just did, mind you).
Sig was enraged, flames of frustration and rage emanated from each word she spat; it was alleviating to watch Sig lay into the horrors of the cradle. It was not however, alleviating to hear Ostan (not that she knew the stranger's name whatsoever) tell sig to effectively chill out.

: ̗̀➛✯ In her agony, she had enough to turn to Ostan with slightly furrowed brows, a rare sight.
"Don't... Talk like that, thanks." Is all she has to say in regards to the stranger's backhanded coment towards her friend's supposed 'punching and headbutting'. Her head pangs enough as it is, enough that she can't seem to muster up enough attention to barely listen to the being's scripture, no matter how riveting she's sure it's preaches are.


She didn't say a word, just now a little bit closer to Sig, discomfort ever present within her legs, arms, head and chest, where her heart beat to a first time racer's pace. Pushing any selfish thoughts about just dropping this shit and simply... Walking away, Vi gives a nod to her friend, letting her know she's there, or something like that.
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: ̗̀➛✯ that was about all the energy she has in the newfound void fatigue- she'll have to check in with deev later on, each strike against the solid floor sending a zealous shockwave irking through Violetta's person.
Eyes closed tight, she stood stiff in place, her brain only just correctly unscrambling the void's words- something about basil, something about anger, nothing too outlandish. She'd be pissed off too if she had to be trapped in a monster like that.

Once again no proofread we die like haley
David
[wanted to yesterday but occupied with birthday things but I have time now >:^]]

Shadowed eyes like opals embedded in silt saw the hand reach her shoulder, and hesitated to move; Sigrún *Dared* This silvery-haired nuisance to try something now, to give her just one more excuse for losing her shit to recount in some suffocating office later. *Give the crime I commit against your weak fucking bones a nice rhythm. Make the end of my rope poetry, if you'd be so kind.* Angry stars bloomed jagged and sharp over her twisted features.

"*I'll splinter your skeleton with the force of my teeth, then*," She seethed, her immense height curling down like a night terror to face Ostan, to look him in the eye. "*You will know* **Plenty** *About abominations after you are taught not to PATRONIZE THEM.*"

Tentacles peel away from her, writhing, furious forms sloughing off its shadow. She took up space in the room, that eerie density coiled in her obscured maps of muscles and tendons unfurling into a terrifying bloom of power from worlds beyond the domain of the sun. Sigrún's grin curled viciously at the edges, revelling in the chance to stretch a little. Its sharp teeth glinted greenish.

That delicious, shivering swell of fury, however, melted into a bitter and sickening nausea quicker than it had risen. Focused clarity, rare and sharp like diamonds, slipped from Sigrún's fists and melted her stomach and her skin into a sickly pale pattern of murky confusion. A low growl rumbled from her throat as something on her head burned like shame, that wave of malaise rising again at the thing's haughty, calm assumption that it knew *Anything* About her.

It was blinding, sickening, overwhelming; there was so much sensation that there was none of it at all, nothing touching her, nothing coming in through her retinas, nothing under her boots. Her beautiful markings shook and destabilized, swallowed by the painful creeping of nothingness.
_ _

*The connection had gone out in the storm, her parents had said. The shapes and their little songs had vanished suddenly from the screen of the television, leaving behind a wall of static; it was like the dancing colours had fallen through ice and frozen, bloodless hands fighting to clench and wriggle through the pain of stillness. Sigrún squints her misshapen eyes and leans closer to the screaming box, picking out shapes in the complete and utter lack of them.*

*She makes out the form of a person, folded like a ragdoll.*

Hands and tentacles alike, cold and numb and stinging with life, reached toward the one thing there that retained its meaning. This was no world.
Barbara
As Sigrún gets angry, so does Tiffany. Her irises seem to get even wider, as she feels parts of her control slipping away. 

If Sig hasn't said anything, Tiff may have had done something stupid.

She does take a step to the side to give Sig more space. 

*Oh my god she's so COOL!*

Tiff has no idea what Sig is up to, just that she'll help if need be. She takes a threatening step forward- not that anyone could be more threatening than Sigrún is right now. Seriously, was she *Always* That cool? Tiff definitely admires it.

If anything jumps out she will barrel into it. That's her plan.
Robert
*Ostan looked down at the void creature, making a few notes in his journal. He barely felt anything when looking down at the strange creature... Well atleast nothing other than insane curiosity.* "Oh! Not at all, I have a number of tinctures which result in some form of luminescence. I once drank them once a day to attempt to make my body glow!" *He said with a grin... Then Sig went.*

*He must admit that he made a mistake... But he couldnt exactly admit that here, especially not infront of the subject... He would try to apologize to her after, or maybe online... Either way he couldnt show anything. It was helpful that he was already leaned over looking at the monster, it meant that the way he flinched from Sig's ominous stature was barely noticeable. Oh the monster didnt exactly worry him, it didnt seem that corporeal and looked like it was much more bark than bite... But sig, well he could see her muscles and easily imagine them breaking his brittle bones. So he didnt snap back at all and tied to give her a sympathetic look to try to say that he was sorry... Though that could also easily be misinterpreted.*
Elizabeth
Deev stops pounding on the floor, rolling to the side to get away from the crawling void harassing the group. The oppressive static was still lashing at her mind... But her sense of self preservation was stronger in that moment.
Seeing Sig metamorphose into some sort of benthic sea god was *Pretty fucking cool,* Deev thought. Honestly, the fact that Sig represented a more *Comprehensible* Horror right now made her slightly scarier than the shadow demon thing right now.

Deev takes the little laser pointer off of her keychain and holds it tightly in her hand. Immediately, her nanites detect the presence of a compatible machine and begin their work. The nanites break the laser pointer down and incorporate it into the structure of her hand, while her reactor boosts its power. Those watchign her would see her arm and part of her sleeve become silvery, with circuit-like veins spreading across the surface like a map. Afterwards, a far more menacing-looking laser pistol lookin' thing is attached to her hand replacing her pointing and middle fingers. Said finger-laser-pistol probably still wouldn't do too much damage... But it would be noticeably *Brighter.* Maybe, thinks Deev, it would do more damage to a shadow creature like that one? She doesn't know... But it's something at least.

Deev levels the laser pointer at the creature's head, waiting for a chance to get a good shot. She's worried she'll miss if she takes it now, especially with how much her hand is swaying. She's also ready to hop to Vi's defence (at range) if the demon goes after her.
David
[squidsponse coming soon to a horror near you!]

G2 grab the boy with tentacle

Sigrún was so, so tired of kicking herself. Of being kicked, square in the ribs, by things that didn't know a damned thing about her. The thing with the golden eyes' words rammed against her bones; it had *Nothing* True to say about what she had lost herself to, about what she grieved. It didn't deserve to. It was a funhouse illusion, a perversion of growth, a scared fool's tale of caution against the chrysalis hanging in its skull.

An image of mirrors passed by her, cracked panels of obsidian reflecting each other a thousand times, that same creeping tunnel of snake bones layered and layered and layered as it swallowed its tail. *It will end differently.* The last of the anger melted from her as a sob and a shout for help speared through the noise. They could not contain it, the fear and its hatred; for once, Sig was glad for her voice floating elsewhere. She might have said something that unwound her.

Aching crushed-opal eyes fell almost shut as Sigrún lurched forward, feeling for the rest of the body desperately reaching out of the mess of overwhelm and contradiction with line after line of suckers; *Something solid*, they reached for, and they found. A limb closed around another, jarringly human. A new signature of chemicals, sweat and strange magic filtered through the maze of nerves as they attached and *Pulled*.

More of her reached back into the static, searching for anything the arm was attached to—a shoulder to loop around, the bend of a knee, a ribcage expanding with panic. The power of the deep, cold and unforgiving, stretched to encompass the warm-blooded will of a life that cannot bear to lose a life.
Barbara
B4 BRING THAT ARM TO THE GROUND BABYYY
Paul
She's not taking this anymore. She's done taking this. It's provoking is working. 

That voice saying to not fight- has it seen what's going on? Tiff said she'd help Basil and Levi. She doesn't see how else she can but to fight.

"You wanna see fear, huh? Go to hell you f'in' bastard!" 

Tiffany is sure Sigrún has the same inclination.

She attempts to bring the arm to the ground with a stomp- not too strong, just enough to keep it there- keeping it steady for.. Whatever Siggy is up to. *I'm helping!*
Robert
*Ostan watched the two ladies start wrestling the monsters... And felt a bit useless. He wasnt physically powerful, and neither of his potions would be rather effective given the situation... But just because he lacked a potion for this, didnt mean he didnt have a slue of different mixtures! He had been experimenting with a particular drug recently, adrenaline, spiked with caffeine and a few other fun things. He had been testing it on himself, but the effects were... Well non existent given his powers. Maybe he could help and get some good experimentation in...*

*He didnt bother to warn them, they would need this anyway and if they tried to brace it wouldnt help. He walked up behind them, reaching into one of the folds of his dress and pulling out two small needles. He held one in each hand, and stabbed both ladies in the outside of the thigh, pushing the plunger down. They would feel a burning rush of sensation and power as Ostan tried to stealthily take the needles out and return them to his pockets before watching the fireworks.*

*He whispered a silent prayer that this would work, those were the only two doses he had made so he would need to make some more. He backed away from the claws, trying to dodge out of the way of them... ... Actually, his potions could be effective here. He took out one black and gray one, uncorking it with his teeth and downing the contents. After a second his already muted colors seemed to dull and darken even further, making it harder to perceive him. People's eyes would pass over him much easier, struggling to see him.*
Elizabeth
B1 BY GOD SHE SHOOTIN

Deev aims at the static beast's cranium, readying a shot to send it to kingdom come. Looking down the little iron sights that had popped out of her fingers, Deev takes a deep breath, charges up the laser pistol... And... Fires!
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God fucking dammit, thinks Deev. The shot went wide. That's what she gets for not practicing with her power for the last couple months... She feels more than a little stupid right now.

Deev quickly disincorporates the laser pointer from her hand, shaking the weird sensation from her fingers as she does so. She resolves to just run on over to Sigrun and help her pull on... Whatever she was pulling on. Honestly, Deev was fixated on the creature's head at the time, so she didn't really get a good look.
William
Will sponse before i go to sleep woah

: ̗̀➛✯ So much concern perching on her shoulders, making itself at home in her pores, yet all she could do was stand back mortified. Everyone in the room was so *Strong*, they all had something they could do- where the short girl's talents came in no use.
So she retreated, standing behind the commotion with a face twisted into petrified discomfort. Normally, there was something to do, but not this time... Instead she spectated as her cephalopod comrade got torn into by the abyss, any tears that fell without her knowledge or control had gone crisp against the gentle flesh of her face- not a single word dared to take flight from her voice box's chamber of her throat.

: ̗̀➛✯ It felt as if she had barely blinked, before there was a boy on the floor. Dark haired and frail, alarmed by those around him; a bit like herself, actually.

: ̗̀➛✯ The short girl staggered forward, hopefully a less intimidating presence would be of some help (not that Vi was consciously thinking that her friends were intimidating or anything but... If she were in Levi's shoes, she'd have died of shock by now.

: ̗̀➛✯ "We don't... Won't... Mm." Struggling to form words of comfort, Vi scratched at a patch of hair, the same area she always tended to itch when she was at a loss- which isn't as often as you'd think.
"You... Were inside that beast? Part of it? Sounds... Stressful. Yes, very.. Would you like a mint?"
A waver made it's nest in her voice, wobbling like a life support machine...


: ̗̀➛✯ She didn't expect a response, turning to Sig briefly with upturned eyebrows.
"Sig, your tentacle... Is it okay? I have some wipes and plasters in my pocket if you need some help with it..."
She care her friend (.

No proofread we die like hayley part who even knows anymore
David
[squibsponse today after I finish a bit of homework EEAAAUGHH!!!]

A confused grunt, and Sigrún bucks like a wild animal, flooded first with disbelief and second with white-hot spikes of energy; the muted pattern over its skin is disrupted with erratic webs like seismographs of her sternum, straining against its now rapidly-beating hearts. The pinprick on her leg barely registers under the split-second panic of *What on Earth she was just injected with,* The concoction's effects near-indistinguishable from her own naturally-rising fury.

Though the boy hanging onto her for dear life was the more important of the things snapping at her limbs, Sig had ability enough to split her focus for a mere moment to haphazardly but *Aggressively* Lash another tentacle out behind her, hopefully in the direction of the audacious offender. If her aim was true, they might go flying. Perhaps even break a rib. Whoopsie daisies.

The sting of nails digging into her strong but so very, very soft flesh, however, was too much to pass by for petty thrashings. It—*He,* Now—fell forward into her human arms, now missing the familiar buzzing ache that their touch once brought her. He felt like a person would, now, said the suckers crushed in his palm; the salt of his sweat, his desperate pulse, the mix of chemicals and bent light denoting a person she had yet to meet. 

He shrieked—Sigrún just sat back, now a shaking, folded form of the beast it had been moments before.

"That's... That's alright, Vee," She mumbled, wincing a little as the sore, crushed limb passed through her hands before vanishing into the folds of her skirt. A phantom ache throbbed next to the real one somewhere on her leg, but it hardly noticed much beyond the dark-haired figure now slumped against the wall. She wondered how long it had been since they had cried like that.
_ _

Though Sig was significantly smaller without her wreath of monster parts, and shaking from what must have been fear, it still struck her how she dwarfed this little thing, cold and terrified. Rebirths from perilous voids helmed by unfathomable creatures were, though glorious things... Tremendously tiring ordeals. As much as she tried to summon up the beast to match it, the thought of the snarling, shadowed face felt insincere in that new moment, the air still crackling in its wake.

The parts of her that saw this small, sobbing sight were just as scared and relieved and bruised heart and soul as he was. Levi—the free and red and bewildering—would feel a cold, clammy hand on their shoulder blade, slowly sliding over their back, rubbing slow circles.
Barbara
I dont wanna skip this round but i cant think of shit 😭
Marianne
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