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fourth_rider posting in srwu Aug. 28th, 2016 11:03 am)[The final bell rings, marking the end of yet another day of high school. Students begin to leave the school grounds, and among them are a group of girls who converse happily until they part ways.
But one of these girls is not like the rest. The ornaments in her hair make that obvious. A long time ago, some people she knew - people she fought alongside with - might have recognized her by it, even in her current attire.
She approaches a classic, black car that awaits her by the roadside. The vehicle has no driver...yet she gets in the back seat.
And inside, a voice greets her.]
So another day ends. I assume it was enjoyable as always, Mistress.
Yes.
I discover more and more every day, Morte. And still there is much to learn.
...Including what happened to the members of UG and Project Unification. I understand.
But are you certain this is the way you wish to do this? We could ask the parties involved in preserving your stasis and get the answers we need.
I am.
This is the world that they have left for us... I will take my time to savor it, the way I believe they would have wished me to.
[As Fyra says this, she places a hand against her chest - where the Causality Reactor resides. It has completely settled in with its host by now, and emits a faint glow.]
Very well.
We should return to the manor, for now. There has been some development related to-
[Morte is cut off by the sound of an explosion. Billowing smoke begins to rise in the distance, from an area of the city they are in.]
...It seems that the development has come to us, instead.
Let us go, Morte.
As you command.
[The car's engines rev up, and it begins to move- in the direction of the explosion.
However, as it gains distance from the school, it morphs - taking the shape of a phantom motorcycle, whose wheels are covered in pale green energy. Astride this iron Steed, its Rider: a silver haired girl in a dark, gothic battle dress, whose face is obscured by a black, featureless mask.]
The world is never truly peaceful.
But, my friends...wherever you may be, know that I will continue to protect the innocents that reside here.
[She brandishes her scythe once again, into the fray.]
(No responses required.)
But one of these girls is not like the rest. The ornaments in her hair make that obvious. A long time ago, some people she knew - people she fought alongside with - might have recognized her by it, even in her current attire.
She approaches a classic, black car that awaits her by the roadside. The vehicle has no driver...yet she gets in the back seat.
And inside, a voice greets her.]
So another day ends. I assume it was enjoyable as always, Mistress.
Yes.
I discover more and more every day, Morte. And still there is much to learn.
...Including what happened to the members of UG and Project Unification. I understand.
But are you certain this is the way you wish to do this? We could ask the parties involved in preserving your stasis and get the answers we need.
I am.
This is the world that they have left for us... I will take my time to savor it, the way I believe they would have wished me to.
[As Fyra says this, she places a hand against her chest - where the Causality Reactor resides. It has completely settled in with its host by now, and emits a faint glow.]
Very well.
We should return to the manor, for now. There has been some development related to-
[Morte is cut off by the sound of an explosion. Billowing smoke begins to rise in the distance, from an area of the city they are in.]
...It seems that the development has come to us, instead.
Let us go, Morte.
As you command.
[The car's engines rev up, and it begins to move- in the direction of the explosion.
However, as it gains distance from the school, it morphs - taking the shape of a phantom motorcycle, whose wheels are covered in pale green energy. Astride this iron Steed, its Rider: a silver haired girl in a dark, gothic battle dress, whose face is obscured by a black, featureless mask.]
The world is never truly peaceful.
But, my friends...wherever you may be, know that I will continue to protect the innocents that reside here.
[She brandishes her scythe once again, into the fray.]
(No responses required.)
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