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    //Sorry for the wait!


    Naomi nodded a bit in agreement, recognizing the sounds of fighting nearby. She really hoped it was the rest of their old friends, and that they were safe. She started running off in the direction of the sounds, hoping to get there quickly enough to help them. She only spared one glance back at Tsukiko to make sure she was following.

    Soon enough, she saw three others being attacked by a group of monsters. She recognized a couple of them, but that wasn't on her mind right now. "Alright, we have to help them" she said, more or less thinking aloud. She stopped and raised her arms, pulling it back as if she was holding a bow. Summoning an arrow into her hand, she aimed it before releasing, sending it flying towards a harpy. It followed her until piercing right through her heart, sending her to the ground.

    Tsukiko nods grimly, running after her newly found friend with determination. She hasn't any powers that could be useful for fighting, but that isn't to say she's useless in that department or that her powers aren't useful in a fight. Cupping her hands around her mouth and careful not to cut herself on her scalpel, she shouts to the three fighting, "Let me know if you guys need any healing!" Please don't make any damn Overwatch jokes. One of them is pretty familiar to her; she's seen Erika around before. Hope flutters in her chest. Maybe Erika's the same leader Tsukiko knew back in the Origin.



    Saro Ashiya


    20 - Male - The Warrior

    Current Interaction: Literally Everyone.



    Saro was pleased to see that there were more people fighting alongside him. It took him a moment to notice that each of them were girls. Around him the flow of the harpies began to slow, almost as it was a retreat. Squeezing the back of his new centaur mount's hair, he steered the creature toward some of the last few harpies in reach, which he all too easily slashed out of the air. Not quite able to control the centaur under him right, He cried out briefly as the centaur threw him off and ran off in the direction of the harpies, snorting angrily. He looked around at the girls, blinking a few times. He shook his head, confused and dazed slightly from its fall. From one to the other, he looked, feeling some sort of familiarity rise in his chest. He knew a few of them- a few he had seen around town before, including the pink haired girl he'd been fighting with first, he realized. Surely that was the cause of this familiarity... they couldn't be them.



    Erika felt another headache coming on she grit her teeth to ingore the pain she got these when memories of past were trying to worm back into her mind. "I'm fine." She arm hurt from the harpy attack but she wasn't going to stop fighting just get her arm worked on. She went back to killing the on coming enemies she was probably sloppy with her movemnts since she was trying to focus on not feeling the pain in her head and her arm.


    It could have been longer))

    Tsukiko's sharp, purple eyes scan the battlefield like a hawk, narrowing her eyes when she notes the injuries the people fighting have. At the moment, it seems like Naomi's physically fine, and the pink haired girl, while being splattered with various colors of blood, also seems to be okay. But she'd seen the boy get knocked down, and Erika's clearly got an injury. She frowns and makes her move.


    Ignoring the monsters around her, she dodges and slashes her way through, making it as quick as possible. Her job right now is not to hurt or maim, she reminds herself. Her job is to heal and she better do it damn well.


    "Erika!" she shouts, stabbing another harpy that flies down to try and attack her. Tsukiko marches towards the injured person. "Let me heal you." She pauses and meets Erika's eyes. "I'm Tsukiko, from the Origin. I don't know if you've been reincarnated like me, or if you think I'm crazy, but pull back. You need to be healed before you can fight."

    //woah guys slow down im friggin awake and nobody postss, im friggin asleep and everyone has posted at least twice rip


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    Prism stood up and stretched and ignored the girl, watching Saro run up a wall and be a massive show-off. A pang hit her right between the eyes and she stumbled back sligjtly She had seen someone do that, oh so long ago. Wanting to open her mouth and speak, she rolled her eyes instead and walked up to him, playfully punching him in the arm, then looking down at her weapons.

    "Oh great. I lost both my swords and my guns. How marvellous." She said with s groan. Voice dirifted nearer, and she leapt up, landing into a fighter's crouch, fists raised to protect either herself or Saro or the artist. Seeing that the newcomers were two girls, she stood up again, eyeing them warily. "Now a little fighters gang is complete." She muttered randomly. A flashback tried to crawl its way into her brain but she mentally beat it back, grimacing in concentration.

    Naomi sent another arrow flying towards the now free centaur before running over to check on the boy. She knew him from this life, and could only hope he was from the Origin as well. But that wasn't important right now. "Saro, are you ok" she asked quickly, crouching down next to him. If he could still fight, it would be great help to get rid of the rest of the monsters. However, if he couldn't, she'd need to get him out of the line of fire for Tsukiko to take care of.



    Saro Ashiya


    20 - Male - The Warrior

    Current Interaction: Literally Everyone



    Saro smirked as the pink-haired girl punched him in the shoulder. Jeez, she's just like Prism, from the origin.... Our little fighters gang is complete. No, it can't be. He thought, remembering his old group of friends. Their names struck him then, and, putting a hand on his temple, he heard someone talk. He recognized another girl, who crouched over him, asking if he was okay. He shook his head, before speaking loudly. "Now hold up a second. You know my name? Then..." He said, confused, before standing up. Some of them he'd seen before in this world, around the town, and others he could distinguish only by ability. He pointed at the pink haired girl "You're Prism. I can't believe I didn't recognize it earlier. And you, Naomi." He added as he shifted his gaze to the girl who had offered him aid. "You're a mage. And I heard that one." he said, pointing. "She said her name was Tsukiko, and that one was Erika." he said, putting a hand on his temple. "Am I going completely mad?"




    Erika felt her headache get worse as more memories pushed into her brain. "Okay now is not time to get distracted we will talk more once we get through enemies got it!" Her leader instincts kicked in she closed her eyes and let the memories freely follow into her mind it was a relief really to get rid of that headache she had a few moments before had when she opened her eyes once more she came face to face with a charging centaur it was moment she missed not being human it would have made this a lot easier. "Now Tsukiko as much as I would love to pull back you should know by now my stubborn nature won't let me." She smiled down at the healer her stubbornness kicking and she hoped she would be able to contain her cruel and sarcastic comments towards the healer she was only trying to help. Moving back to the centaur she waited till it was uncomfortably close to use its momentum to send her sword through it's head she lifted her uninjured arm to prevent the body from falling on top of her. On plus side she was a lot taller then she used to be in the Origins people thought she was a small child and not the leader of a powerful group to say the person was not harmed would be a lie. "Plus I can use m magic to help me out so don't worry so much." She didn't want her friends to worry about her all the time since Erika had enough worry on her hands for example she had lost her brother in the middle of battle which was making her mentally freak out even if he wasn't really hr brother he technically was and on top of that she practically raised the kid. 'Okay calm down Erika everything is fine'. She tired to calm herself down pushing the body off of her blade then off to the side to mow down the next enemy.

    Tsukiko growls in annoyance and grabs Erika’s arm. “It won’t take more than a minute,” she snaps, and while Erika is too damn stubborn for her own good, Tsukiko is the same, and it’s her damn responsibility to make sure her friends actually survive this time.


    She tightens her grip on Erika’s arm, closing her eyes and ignoring the sounds of chaos around her, and begins to sing a familiar lullaby. It’s not from this world, but it was something her mother sang to her before she’d died. Tsukiko feels her magic reaching out to Erika, working on her injuries quickly.

    Erika didn't pull away from the woman but she kind of bounced impatiently in her spot since the creatures where all around them and sh didn't want some one to get hurt because she was sitting here getting healed. Course Erika knew she could use her magic but she could depend on her magic to carry her through everything this fight had to offer not matter how tempted she was to do so that was not how you be a good leader. She watched as more things came at them as they sat still just waiting for the healing to be done. "Please be done now." She asked resisting the urge to pull her arm away from her and fight the creatures.

    Naomi couldn't help but grin a bit at his slow realization. She stood up with him, being sure to stay alert for any oncoming monsters as he continued on.

    "No, you're not" she said, grinning just a bit "we're from the origin. At least, I know for sure that Tsukiko and I are. The others might be too. I'm glad to see that you certainly are." It was great being able to see her friends again now that she remembered them. "You're pretty lucky too. You at least look similar to your old self." She summoned a ball of fire in her palm and hurled it at a hellhound that got too close, hitting it straight on. "Let's just finish this up, then we can all get this figured out, ok?"


    Prism


    ||GENDER-Female ||AGE-18 ||ROLE-Assassin ||Interaction- Everyone ||


    oc text: new template~ Thanks Colorflight



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    "Now hold up a second. You know my name? Then..." Saro said, confused, before standing up. He pointed at Prism.

    "You're Prism. I can't believe I didn't recognize it earlier." She nodded and gave him a small smile. "Prism, I am." She said, her voice closely resembling a deep purr. "I'm actually kind of astonished that you didn't recognise me, Saro." She said, cocking an eyebrow at him and pursing her lips.

    Saro put a hand on his temple. "Am I going completely mad?" He asked nobody in particular. Prism gave him a light laugh. "No, silly. It's either that you're mad and that we're figures of your imagination, or we exsist. Take your pick." She said, popping the word pick at the end and rocking on her heels, completely ignoring the fight.



    Tsukiko finishes her song, pulling away with a huff. “There you go,” she says. “Don’t be so impatient, Boss.” She turns towards Naomi, who’s with the others. “I take it we’re all having a nice reunion right now, which is nice and all, but let’s get everything in order before we do that.”


    She marches over to Saro, looking over him carefully with violet eyes. “Are you injured?” she asks flatly even as she grabs his arm to inspect it carefully.



    Saro Ashiya


    20 - Male - The Warrior

    Current Interaction: Everyone



    Saro took a deep breath and then exhaled. There was so much he wanted to say, but he couldn't put it into words. His eyes roved around the group of girls, and then he nodded once. "Okay. You're all here. So that means that the summoner is here, too. That our first lives were fought in vain. I thought being reincarnated was a reward, but... it's more of a punishment, isn't it?" He said aloud. He wondered for a moment if He was thinking about it too much, reading too far into things. He glanced at Tsukiko, who had began to examine him. "I'm fine. Bruised, but not a cut on me." He said, feeling a smirk rise to his face before he added. "For once, anyway. Normally I get the shit kicked out of me, yeah?" He commented, referring to his almost tank like role-taking hits in place of the girls and dishing them out just as often.



    As soon as she was released she dove right back into the battle she killed the creatures with ease with her memories back she remembered how to kills these things faster. She was happy everyone was back together again even if they were still back in Origins as if the spell had never been cast in the first place. She felt a bid sad thinking about it actually she really did miss that place even if they spent there whole life running after the necromancer who brought these guys back in the first place. She took a moment to look down at her clothes to see all the blood on her clothes her vision tinted red from getting blood on her glasses that refused to come off. After giving herself a quick look over she went back to fighting hoping to get this done so everyone could talk and she could find her flirtatious brother who was off some where.


    Prism


    ||GENDER-Female ||AGE-18 ||ROLE-Assassin ||Interaction- ||


    oc text: lol i forgot everything about the origin and such rip me 2k18



    ic text: Prism gave them a half-hearted yep and kicked a random pebble up into her hand, turned, and threw it at a flying bird-woman. It hit her straight in the eye and she screeched, twisting to avoid a crash with a dumpster. Prism couldn't help but laugh, a high-pitched crazy giggle escaping her mouth. The crazed look in her eyes didn't do much to exactly make her not look like a serial killer. Truth was, she was not a serial killer, she was a cereal killer. She wiped a trail of blood away from her mouth, her bloodstained hands only smudging it further.

    "Hey, has anyone seen my weapons?" She asked, out loud, completely ignoring everything the people had just said."Two daggers and a gun? Anyone? Oh, and, recarnation can be a bitch too." She said in response to Saros question.







    Saro Ashiya


    20 - Male - The Warrior

    Current Interaction: Here



    With the hand that wasn't being examined by Tsukiko, Saro pointed at the largest of the harpy, easily five times the size of the already falcon sized bird women. Around her, the bulk of the birds swarmed, but the glint of metal was still obvious in her talons. "Up There. Here, you'll need this, assasin." He said, tossing Prism a knife out of his belt.



    Satisfied that there aren't any life-threatening injuries on Saro, Tsukiko lets go of him. She can heal the bruises and stuff when she doesn't need to keep her reserves up. "For both my sake and yours, don't be reckless," she reminds them all, crossing her arms with annoyance. "And the moment you get an injury that's going to hamper you, you get your ass over here, got it?" Her violet eyes are flat and serious as she easily slips back into the familiar role of Healer she'd had for so long in their past lives.


    Tsukiko flips the scalpel in her hand expertly and slashes at the harpy that swoops down, sending it flying back up with a pained screech. "I hope I was clear," she says.