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    Prism


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


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    ic text: Prism gave him a sweet smile as he flicked the blade at her. Catching it by the sharp pointy edge, she dangled it up in the air and inspected it before nodding at him. "Thanks. Oh, and, warning, if I lose this one, don't get mad at me." She said with a wink before turning to the bird woman. Sticking her tongue out slightly as she concentrated on the bird, she narrowed her eyes as she flung the knife towards it, praying that her accuracy wouldn't let her down. And it didn't. The knife hit the bird-ladys face and went straight through its eyes, in one, and out the other. It gave a surprised sqawk and fell, shrieking, landing in a cloud of dust. Out of the peripheral edge of her vision she watched its wings still twitch, but her main gaze was focused on the knife. It was still in the air, and it hit another woman squarely in the chest, who screamed and also fell, onto a hellhound, dazing it. The knife went along. "Yeah, I just have to.." Prism gestured to the direction of the two dead birds and the hellhound. "See ya!"

    She took off in a sprint, ducking low, wishing she would still look like her former self so she could blend in. Finally reaching the larger of the harpys she spotted one dagger in its claws. One. Not two, but one. She was furious. She loved her daggers with all her heart, and she couldn't bear to lose them. With a growl she yanked the dagger out of the dead woman's talons and marched towards the other one, kicking it in the face so it rolled over and away from the hellhound. She pulled out the dagger from her chest and drove the points into the hellhounds brain, screaming, "WHERE.IS.MY.GUN?" and knowing she wouldn't get an answer.





    Naomi was glad to see that everyone seemed to realize who each other was, but knew they had more pressing matters at hand. She summoned shards of crystals to float around her, adjusting their positions so that they wouldn't target her friends. Each one was incredibly sharp and about as hard as a diamond. She took a deep breath, preparing herself before releasing them. They flew out around her, injuring most of the monsters and killing just a couple. "Guys, can we hurry this up a bit" she said loudly, starting to pant slightly "I'm running low on energy over here, and a bit out of practice!"



    Saro Ashiya


    20 - Male - The Warrior

    Current Interaction: literally everyone.



    "Yeah, sure." Saro said in reply to Naomi's statement. Now free of Tsukiko's grasp, he drew his sword once more. Injured monsters limped away, and the dead lay all over the street. He watched as the monsters fled down the street, not having to lift his blade. He squinted into the thickening crowd of them. "It looks like someone is ending this for us." He said, turning back to the others, shaking his head. "Someone's at the edge on the road, way down there." He said, a grave tone in his voice. Ashern.



    Tsukiko frowns, looking down the direction Saro is, and her lips press together. He might be wearing a different face this time around, but that's definitely Ashern--wait.


    There's a tall girl, with silver hair, following behind him, looking around with a steely expression. Tsukiko wonders who she is--and what she's doing with Ashern, since there's no way that isn't him, considering that's where all the monsters are returning to.


    "Who's that with him?" she asks, shifting her stance into something more defensive.

    Erika watched how the monsters ran away from them she knew something was wrong it made her nervous she clenched her sword tighter in her hand. She hoped Mika wasn't around to see what might happen or else he would get hurt by these things she hoped he was okay. "Stay close." She was glad they weren't fighting a bunch of monsters right now but they couldn't afford to let their guard.


    Should we make the mirror people now?))



    Saro Ashiya


    20 - Male - The Warrior

    Current Interaction: Everyone.



    Saro watched the figured carefully, squaring his shoulders as he imagined that they were looking his way as well. The figure he presumed was Ashern turned and walked down the alley, as he watched dark tendrils writhe around his form. "Whoever they are, they seem to be going away. For now." He said, his amber eyes narrowing. He turned to the others. "And on that note, I suppose this makes one hell of a reunion!" The young man said, a smile crawling back on to his face, despite the fact that the whole lot of them were covered in blood.


    Erika sighed a bit relaxing her grip before tucking it away into her sheath she ran a quick hand through her blonde locks. "I guess." She was nervous she had nothing to distract herself from her emotions now so y all came flouding in and it didn't help she wasn't exactly the most confident woman to walk in any walk of life. She turned aroudn to face everyone doing a quick head count to make sure everyone was still here and they hadn't lost anyone it was her responsibility after all beening the oldest and the leader to make sure everyone was okay.

    Naomi watched the figures for a bit longer before sighing a bit and turning to the others. She was really just glad that the fight was over. "I guess this kind of meeting is fairly standard for us, though" she said, offering a small smile "at least we all found each other fairly easily." It was good to see everyone again, especially after everything had calmed down, for the time being.


    //Sorry, low muse

    Tsukiko watches Ashern and his new... friend go, only relaxing when they're completely gone. Was that a test run, or something?


    "Yeah," she says, voice flat, "a great reunion." She sighs deeply and turns to Prism. "Sorry about your gun, Prism, but you're going to have to make do without it until we can get it back." Tsukiko runs a hand through her black hair and looks at everyone around her. "You guys look... a bit different."


    A bit of an understatement in Naomi, Prism, and her own cases. Tsukiko casts a look around her at the destruction. "We're going to have to do some cleanup." Thankfully there's not much property damage, just a few knocked over stands and injured pedestrians, which still has her seething. "And I'm going to pass out by the time I'm finished healing everyone here. C'mere, Saro."

    Erika looked very differnt from her Origin form but right now she didn't care she wanted to find her brother. "Alright Tsukiko be careful we want to be out here quickly in case he comes back." She explained walking past the group but then she stopped she had to make sure that some one was in charge while she was away. "Saro could you look after the group while I am gone." She looked back at them one more time before continuing her walk so she could find her little brother she was hoping he was okay.


    Prism


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


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    ic text: Prism widened her eyes as the girl told her about ehr gun. "But-what? I love my gun!" She whined. "I absolutely do need it, and I'm going to find it." She snapped, walking back and tossing Saro his knife back.





    Naomi frowned a bit, looking back and forth between the two girls who were walking away. "Are you guys sure it's ok to split up so soon" she asked "I mean, we only just finished a fight...." She didn't like the idea of anyone going on their own just yet, since there could still be a monster or two lingering behind the rest.