#danaravi

But she knew all too well how cruel fate could be. He had been the first to disappear, and she not long after. No time to mourn the loss, nor any to process what her next steps were. And that's exactly why she finds herself hesitating in front of the door, wondering whether or not she should bother to be here in the first place. If he didn't remember, it would crush her in such a way that she was entirely unsure of how she'd react. If he remembered, however, well…

Ereshkigal steels herself and opens the door. The sound of bells chiming as she enters, flowers neatly placed on display as they always were. She cautiously moves around the room, her heart threatening to leap from her very chest as she stops to stand in front of an arrangement of red peonies.

This is a mistake, she can't help but think to herself, and as soon as the thought comes to her, she's heading toward the door to leave. As she reaches for the handle, her departure is cut short by the sound of someone else walking into the room from the back. She freezes, bracing herself before finally turning to look at who it is. "…It's you." Who else could it be, really? There, Karna stands in the doorway.

Ereshkigal does not move to meet him, instead opting to keep her distance. But she can already feel the beginnings of what are certainly tears begin to form as she tries not to give herself too much hope.

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✿           “first aid.” 

its been so long, it almost feels as if she’s lost her touch. magic has always come naturally to her, it had been engraved in every facet of her life until now. she’s had to adjust and become more self sufficient... but the prolonged absence of her magic didn’t make it any less second nature. a hand hovered over the small cut, pulling tight strings of mana to heal the wound.

          ❝ I am glad to see you have been doing well for yourself here, Lancer, ❞ she speaks, the smile on her lips remaining as she glances over to him, holding a lily gently in her hand.

Exhausted, Aqua thrust Rainfell into the ground, leaning heavily on the hilt. The blade, her armor... It had seen better days, to be sure. The endless tide of monsters both familiar and foreign was wearing on her. Curaga could work wonders on the body, but the mind...

            ❝   Well, well --- look who else showed up.   ❞

      THERE   wasn’t even an inflection of a grunt in her voice as she reared her leg back, smashing her boot into a golem’s... sternum ?  Whatever qualified as golem anatomy, it didn’t withstand the impact. 

           ❝   Whadda you know ?  Looks like we’re---   ❞   Another horde threatens to interrupt her mid-sentence, and she stops a golem’s attack mid-swing --- the reverberation cracking the pavement beneath her feet even as her body remains unaffected. As if batting a fly, Mordred swings the golem over her head --- sending it crashing into the crowd of four that had gathered. 

           ❝   ... On the same side this time. If there’s even a side.   ❞  Late to the battlefield again, it seems... Not a great track record. 

    THERE   was no need to fact-check that --- from the curse that plagued her in Kur to now being denied the inherent right to float above the ground, there seemed to be nothing but punishments plaguing her !  Imagine !  The Queen of the Heavens, unable to maintain herself in the air !  It was becoming a mighty hindrance to her exploration efforts; Ishtar doesn’t think she’s even made it to a new ‘ward’ yet, and the soles of her feet must be positively filthy. It may be utterly unbecoming of a goddess, but this goddess is positively worn out --- so she crumples into the nearest seat with an exasperated, rather exaggerated sigh. 

    A silence settles in as she comes to realize she isn’t alone. Far from being embarrassed by her own whining, Ishtar considers this a golden opportunity. 

❛   You there !  Today is your lucky day. I’ve decided to give you the divine honor of transporting me.   ❜

          given a moment’s respite was not enough, the world ever unrelenting in the waves meant to be pushed back. no, she thinks, right now there is no time to stop and taste the fruit, nor marvel at the trees she has long missed.

           creatures scuttle from afar, the smell of something familiar lingers in the air, wafting away from the cold which hardly hinders her as the suit squeezes tighter around her body in preparation. invisibility cloaks her before long, running in the direction of the battle she senses, only to find another in the wake. a warrior, someone unafraid of the strange shades that swarm this place, something admirable. even now the enemies are unaware of her approach, her stealth fading only seconds after before the voidesque pauldrons gleam faintly, all before launching a multitude of plasmatic missiles. each hit a single target within the blind side of the stranger, bursting them into naught but dust, before she scans the area for further threats... until those icy eyes fall upon her frame in notice.

          ❝ My appearance may startle you. But I am very much on your side. We fight stronger together, ❞ she reassures, brushing fingers along the helm, allowing the secondary skin to recoil back to reveal deep purple hues. ❝ I will watch your back. Will you watch mine? ❞ not that she is so naive to fully trust a stranger who very well may think her a monster, something she cannot blame him for, yet she would like to hope.