[SE] Can't Do It Alone
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Aurelia Murleu
Bounty Hunter

Age: 23 | Height: 5'7" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline
Level: 0 - Strg: 10 - Dext: 10 - Endr: 10 - Luck: 5
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Aurelia
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass
Aurelia's boots kicked through the sand as she jogged along. The sun set on a warm and sunny afternoon, turning the sky and the ocean beautiful shades of magenta. The wind in her face pelted away the sweat built up there from a day spent in the heat. She came to a stop, her breath ragged and heavy through her nostrils. Aurelia still wasn't quite back to the physical abilities she was used to. Turning, she found a nearby palm tree and sat down against it. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and rested her head back. She just needed a few minutes...


The world was dark and dank again. The rhythm of distant machines, the clamor of people, the growl of passing vehicles, it all flooded her senses. The smell of fuel filled the gray air. Aurelia glanced down at herself, dressed in the cloak she always wore when she was a child. Her hands were small, unscarred, yet to be calloused by a life of hard work...

"You shouldn't be here right now, this is too public," it was the low, angry voice of her father - something she didn't remember hearing often, so it stuck out to her - "I'm with my daughter, for god's sake! I told them I didn't want my family to see or hear anything-"

Aurelia peered her small face around the corner into the shadowy alley, where she saw the back of her father's head as he towered before a smaller, hooded figure. She could barely make out the rugged lines of the stranger's face; he was cloaked in shadows that were unnatural. His bright blue gaze flickered across her and she shrank back a little.

"It couldn't wait, Silas," the man said, addressing her father by his name. His rumbling voice was almost too quiet to hear but everything around Aurelia seemed to fade away, heightening her ability to focus on the conversation. "the council sent me for you. One of our own has been apprehended and things have gotten out of hand. They're worried. The Order might be compromised..."

The next exchange was too brief to process as everything moved quickly after that. The dark man disappeared in a blast of black shadows. One moment there, gone without a trace the next. Suddenly, Silas turned around and ushered her away, "Come on, Aurelia, we have to go home. Now."



Green eyes blinked open in bewilderment. "The hell?" she muttered, looking around. The sun was still in the sky, although lower than before, but... the air was different. Something didn't feel right.

There was a whisper of presence across the beach and her eyes flashed up to see a pair of small, scared eyes staring back at her. The child before her was wearing a light brown cloak that swam around her ankles and buttoned at her chest. It was hers, she realized, from all those years ago; from the strange dream she just had. She hazily remembered passing it down to her younger sister.

"Hey," she moved to stand up but a rush of blood to her head made her vision blur for a moment. She lifted her hand up to cup her face but, she recoiled when she saw that it was covered in slick, bright red blood. The girl turned and ran into a tunnel, the entrance of which Aurelia had not noticed before. "Hey! Wait!" She called after the kid. Another look at her hand and the blood had disappeared. "What!?"

Running after the girl, Aurelia ducked into the tunnel. The path was narrow and steep, too steep. Her foot slipped right out from under her before she could step back. A shocked yell escaped her lips involuntarily as she slid into the depths of the tunnel. She came to a skidding stop at the bottom of the tunnel, pressing her boots into the malleable soil to keep herself from kareening forward.

A cloud of dust billowed out around her, making her cough a few times to clear her throat. Narrowing her eyes against it, she made out an intricate system of tunnels all around her. Narrow and wide passages that seemed to lead in all directions. Faint light spilled into isolated patches on the sand from holes in the ceiling. Standing up, she looked back the way she came to see if it was possible to climb back out.

Before she could make a real assessment, however, the soft beat of feet against the sand caught her attention. Whirling around, she spotted that brown cloak disappear around a corner. "Hey, come back!" she called after it, stepping forward. The silence that followed was deafening. She could only hear the shallow breaths coming from her own lips. "Damn it!" she snapped and proceeded to follow the direction the girl had disappeared in. Her steps were quick and light, rounding the corner.

She spent several minutes like that, just barely unable to catch the girl. She got close several times, only for her to continue to slip away into another tunnel, another rocky corridor. She looked so familiar. Something tugged at Aurelia to follow her but, as she paused to catch her breath and looked around, there was a lurch in her gut. "Shit!" she seethed to herself, placing her hand on a nearby wall. "How did I get so far in?"

I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me
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Melita Najya


Age: 20 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline
Level: 7 - Strg: 29 - Dext: 29 - Endr: 29 - Luck: 29
FANGORN - Mythical - Vampire Gourd
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Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
For once, the world was warm and the earth was grand, and she could settle herself upon the sands; indifferent to anything but the sun-kissed haze scintillating over her cheeks. A smile, a grin, erupted as she closed her eyes, and stretched out along the dunes, Fangorn at her side, tucked in along her hip, listening to the waves. Peace. Calm. Serene. Here she didn’t have to listen to the tirades of sailors, to the idiocy of her uncle, to the woes and strife sparking and winding its way through life after life. Here there were slight glimmers of tranquility, and they embedded, infused, into her veins, as if it was naught more than a dream –

And then the laughter started again; bright and effervescent, refined and tender, the sort of elegance one might find in a flower, in a bloom, in a copse, in a grove nestled with lilacs and lavender. Except Melita sighed, and strived to push past it, to not hear it, to not shatter and shudder beneath it, to remain chiseled into her rest and repose, to not let the miseries and agonies of another year cluster around her.

But louder and louder Clementine became, until Melita could nearly picture her twin running through meadows all over again – chasing butterflies, weaving rhapsodies, combining every essence of benevolence into one being. She’d been good and fair and kind and gone, and despite it all, the honeybee imagined her sister behind her eyes, not a cloud in the sky, just the twins of flames and flowers.

Except then it hastened, it beckoned, and so she rose, sitting up, head inclining over her shoulder, to see someone distinct and familiar racing towards Rae’s Fingers. Which was utterly bizarre, because not many but the smugglers and sailors themselves used the confines – she’d know – and by the yells, the calls, Aurelia was chasing after something.

Would she even understand how to use the tunnels? The youth doubted it; too new, too fresh, too inexperienced. While Melita had explored and assisted in destroying a monster within the depths, she figured the newcomer had done exactly none of those things, nor take a guide. There could be sinister things in those reaches. More fiends. More disasters.

Should she care? Fangorn rumbled and grumbled at her feet, and the youth rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she presided, grabbing hold of her sack resting in the sands, the quiver, and the staff in her hands. “But if you’re that dumb, honestly…” Her voice trailed off, picking over the rampaging stones and barreling footfalls of the other woman, listening, following, hastening. All the while, Clementine’s laughter glided before her, resounding and bounding off the walls, either leading or destroying (though her sister would’ve never committed the latter).

She huffed around a corner, irritated and annoyed that she had to do this at all, and cupped her hands together, manifesting a boisterous yell, a vicious roar meant to echo and reverberate throughout the surroundings. “Hey! You shouldn’t be in here!”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
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Aurelia Murleu
Bounty Hunter

Age: 23 | Height: 5'7" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline
Level: 0 - Strg: 10 - Dext: 10 - Endr: 10 - Luck: 5
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Aurelia
I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass
"You shouldn't be in here!" the voice came echoing through the tunnels, reverberating off of the rocks. It stunned Aurelia, who drew very still to try to hear from which direction it was echoing from. It was in that instance, that she knew whoever it was, was absolutely fucking right. What the hell had she gotten herself into? What was she even thinking, roaming around dark tunnels after...

"There's someone down here!" Aurelia shouted back, chest heaving. She allowed her voice to fade into the darkness, trying to decide whether she should go find who was calling her or... keep trying to find the little girl. At first, she did. She wound through a few more openings but, she didn't catch sight of the child again.

With a ragged sigh, she turned and tried to find her way through the tunnels, back in the direction she came. Fortunately, she had a stroke of luck. Upon rounding one of the many corners, she came face-to-face with a familiar woman. Wild hair and fierce eyes met her own.

"Melita? I didn't realize that was you," she paused to steady her breath and managed to explain between pants, "Sorry... I didn't know. I saw someone... they looked really familiar...like my sister..." she glanced back over her shoulder, "someone told me, it's possible-" A cough racked her body and she leaned against the wall. Once her breath was actually caught and she realized the irritation in Melita's features, she thought better of what she was about to say. "Nevermind.. I must be so tired that I'm seeing things."
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Melita Najya


Age: 20 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline
Level: 7 - Strg: 29 - Dext: 29 - Endr: 29 - Luck: 29
FANGORN - Mythical - Vampire Gourd
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Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
Melita waited, not something she was apt to do – but wandering deeper into the fathoms after someone who may not have the same predilection as returning to the entrance was foolish, even for her. Arms crossed over her chest, she sighed, eyes flickering briefly to the shadows tracing Clementine’s wake, watching as they flickered and bound from wall to wall, from cavern to cavern, an echo, a fringe, a laugh, before disappearing into the midst altogether. She elenchid her jaw and bit down on a number of sentiments and ruminations, permitting them to dissipate as Aurelia’s voice echoed back to her. Someone down there? Her eyes narrowed, and speculation coiled through her, advancing only a few steps, Fangorn at her heels.

And then the other woman reappeared further along the lane, and the tempestuous sheen to the honeybee remained, gaze a dangerous figment, until recollections pierced through the panting breaths, the feverish fervor of how and why she’d rampaged down into a world that she didn’t know.

Her stare softened, but not the rest of her, a cinder threatening to ignite, breathing softly, slowly, once more until the comprehension stirred too many other thoughts and emotions. “Ghosts. Sometimes Ludo plays tricks.” An easy estimation and assumption, given the prevalence and rise of its season. The duplicity had obviously worked. She could imagine the herald somewhere, cackling with glee. “I keep seeing my sister too.” A shrug, like it was nothing when it was everything, and the bountiful laughter had followed her everywhere and she wished it wouldn’t stop, that it never had.

But that wasn’t how the world had worked, and there was nothing she could do about it now.

Hands dropping down to her sides, contorting back over various weaponry, she turned, back towards the maze and labyrinth. “C’mon. We can go back. I know the way.” The youth had fought enough monsters in here – and had no intention of doing it again today.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
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