We Are Our Avatars V (Closed)
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Black was still unconscious in the warhammer, although her breathing was normal.
Black was still unconscious in the warhammer, although her breathing was normal.
Black continued to be asleep, although her body twitched slightly. Like she was having a bad dream.....
In Black's Dream
planets and universe could be seen all around Like it was a exhibition of the stars. She continued walking till she came across some white garden chair and a table to match, sitting in one of the chair was a girl with bright pink eyes, sipping on tea.
"Where...am I..." Black called out to the girl as she approached.
the girl in white set her tea down on the table and gave a happy sigh. "Mato....also known in the Hazama as the Legendary Black Rock Shooter....the girl on a mission to save her friends and restore all that was normal....how great it is to finally met you...."
Black backed off a little. "How do you know me? have we met?" Black asked the girl.
The girl gave a small chuckle. "Of course I know of you Miss Black..." The Girl said, as she stood up and turned to face Black, holding a scythe in her hands.
"It would be just plain rude for me not to know who I'm cloned after...." the girl smirked, then went to strike at Black.
"No....It can't..."
End of Dream
"AHH!" Black shouted out as she woke up, heavily panting. She checked over herself and was relieved to find she was still alive. "[sub]Why now....why would they return her.....that makes no sense...[/sub]" She muttered, as she shakily got up.
In Black's Dream
planets and universe could be seen all around Like it was a exhibition of the stars. She continued walking till she came across some white garden chair and a table to match, sitting in one of the chair was a girl with bright pink eyes, sipping on tea.
"Where...am I..." Black called out to the girl as she approached.
the girl in white set her tea down on the table and gave a happy sigh. "Mato....also known in the Hazama as the Legendary Black Rock Shooter....the girl on a mission to save her friends and restore all that was normal....how great it is to finally met you...."
Black backed off a little. "How do you know me? have we met?" Black asked the girl.
The girl gave a small chuckle. "Of course I know of you Miss Black..." The Girl said, as she stood up and turned to face Black, holding a scythe in her hands.
"It would be just plain rude for me not to know who I'm cloned after...." the girl smirked, then went to strike at Black.
"No....It can't..."
End of Dream
"AHH!" Black shouted out as she woke up, heavily panting. She checked over herself and was relieved to find she was still alive. "[sub]Why now....why would they return her.....that makes no sense...[/sub]" She muttered, as she shakily got up.
Bryce looked over at Black. "You okay?" He was holding one of the grab bars as if he was about to leap out.
Balthier, who hadn't slept the entire night hearing Black screaming and turned around, rifle in hand. Although he clearly looked far less alert then normal. Seeing that there was nothing attacking, Balthier dropped his rifle and slumped back in the chair he was sitting in. "A bad dream,I take it?"
Black held her head slightly. "Yeah....just a....bad dream...I'm fine...." She replied to Balthier and Bryce
Bryce pulled himself in the seat next to her. "wanna talk about it? I had to help quite a few battle scarred teens get through some bad nights."
Black raised her head and sighed. "No...I'm fine....I just need some fresh air..." She said to Bryce, she then got slowly and walked outside the warhammer. she stood there for a moment and took a deep breath of air. Stupid dreams...
The Atomic knights woke up. The two twins woke up and went about gathering up some stuff. "Hey by the time the upper decks get down here. Maybe we will have already eat them out"
"Or maybe they are waiting for us to run out of food"
"Or maybe they are waiting for us to run out of food"
"Yep. Although its good your body is reacting that way. The other is... Not preferable. Still, we need to plan out how you'll handle this. In the next day or two, the burning will lighten. After that..." he shrugged. "guesswork and hypothesis."
"Good to know I have still fortune still favors me. If only a little." Balthier replied with a dry, yet bemused tone. "So. What is going to happen to me these comming few days then? And more importantly, is there a cure to be had?" he asked, hanging his left arm over the arm rest of the chair and swaying it back and fort slightly.
"Well, the marrow in your bones are being altered so that your virus can produce from them. It will use your marrow to grow, slowly seeping into your mind. If my predictions are right, you'll have a personality that taps into your cultural heritage. It'll probably name itself after something lonely in your mythos. Our best hope, since you rejected the arm comp, would be-" Bryce has one eye well with blood. "actually, we may be able to guess a bit more about the emerging personality..."
@furi the reasoning was that it was a small dose that would kill itself healing his wounds. Then Royce showed up and healed all the wounds, meaning the virus didn't need to burn itself out. Of course, that's the official explanation...
@furi the reasoning was that it was a small dose that would kill itself healing his wounds. Then Royce showed up and healed all the wounds, meaning the virus didn't need to burn itself out. Of course, that's the official explanation...
Black walked to the edge of the deck, she looked out from the edge. "I wonder if they have fled....and we are just wasting our time waiting...." She muttered to herself.
Balthier grunted and balled a fist upon hearing Bryce explaination. For a moment, his mind drifted away, recalling events that happened in his youth. The more he remembered, Balthier became inscreasingly angry and saddened both. Saddened about what had happen, and angry at his current state. He was about to speak when he heard Bryce's change in tone of voice, recognising it as his viral alter-ego, Balthier shot up from the chair. "Why did you saw fit to poison me?"