#tear001

Healing is far from the Reaper’s specialty- unsurprisingly. His own injures are negligible, he can take damage. a little blood on his vest was nothing. Cuts? Bruises? Easy.

But when other people are hurt . . . He holds the older ladies hand. “Hey, calm down, you’re going to be just fine.” He can’t actually promise that, Using his healing artes would activate his Domain. The Reaper’s curse, in which case she might just end up even worse than before.

Not to mention. . . The other goblins and monsters around. Well . . . When in doubt, just try something, right?

“I DON’T KNOW IF ANYONE IS OUT THERE, BUT I COULD USE SOME ASSISTANCE.”

A quick one-two knocks the nearest Werewolf to the ground.

Anise tries her best to be good. She really does. But when Ion discussed building a church for people of different spiritualities to meet and for non-believers to heal and find solace, she had known she would do whatever it takes in order to make that desire a reality. 

So, here she is, using her girlish charm to obtain donations from NPCs around the city. She smiles as sweetly as she can and strikes a diminutive pose, hands clasped together as if in prayer.

"Hello! Would you like to donate to a super special cause which will help children like me? I've been stuck in a district, but we're going to build a place for everyone to take shelter!" She coughs dramatically before continuing, "It's hard for us, but with your help, I'm sure we can make it work!"

None of this is entirely untrue, though she lacks the helplessness she portrays, of course. Still, when she turns around to begin this spiel and finds herself face-to-face with one of the women she most trusts and respects, her cheeks flush pink.