melodiesoflife | Event || In Your Worst Memory

Event || In Your Worst Memory

Characters: All Heroes of Light. Only those who signed-up can start a memory.
Where: Interdimensional Rift
When: May 27th - May 30th
Summary: The Heroes of Light relive some of their worst memories, with a twist. All characters participating in this will be physically missing from Crystallis for the duration of the event.
Warning: It depends on the memory.

Where you were or what you were doing— It does not really matter. Not any more. Everything around you freezes, nearly as if time itself stopped, as if the world was frozen in time. And before you have a chance to understand what is happening, you can hear a voice right behind you.

"Kali Shashidhwaja."

Should you turn around, you may see a child who seems to be the only one aside from you unaffected by what is happening. And as she stares right at you, it makes no doubt these strange words are aimed at you. But before you can reply to her, the world around you collapses. Reality twists and shatters... Or maybe you are the one who is collapsing and shattering away from reality as you know it. No matter what the answer is, it will only take a few seconds for you to find yourself sinking into a void, Crystallis vanishing into the distance. There is nothing but darkness as far as the eye can see.

And once again you feel different: all the powers from your Jobs are fading. Not only that, but you might find that your Crystal is gone and your clothes back to what they were before you woke up in Crystallis. It is silent, cold and before long it feels as though life itself is slipping out of you... And yet, slowly the world reforms around you. The darkness fades away and a new world appears, yet at the same time this is not a world.

This is a memory. The question is, is it yours or that of someone else?

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[A.Memory]

[Anthy stood by the gate, hair unbound and staring at the scene unfolding around her with emerald eyes too wide with some well stifled emotion. She could have lived forever without being back in the arena, the wounds sustained too grievous to ever truly forget. She could have lived forever with knowing what Utena's face had looked like. It had felt so simple back then, a necessary action to finish a long life of suffering. End of the World was almost complete; her brother would be whole again and her atonement would be complete.

Bile rose in her throat, acrid and stinging as she watched herself, the Anthy of memory grab Utena's shoulder and force the blade through her waist. As the blade pushed through, Anthy shuddered and whispered the words that often echoed through her nightmares.]

You could never be my prince. You're a girl.

[Tears flooded Anthy's vision as her memory-self lowered Utena to the ground gently, the girl-prince's legs failing her as the wound seemed to shatter everything in her.

Memory-Anthy's eyes rolled suddenly as she fainted, the dress of the Rose Bride collapsing as her body disappeared and Anthy seized, swearing harshly under her breath as her skin rippled along her spine. Falling to her now bare knees, she looked to the sky and saw herself, suspended by fate and promise. Memory Anthy's body was bare and prepared with palms towards the sky, hands pierced through by the Sword of Dios.

As Utena began to scream, to plead with Akio to help his sister, Anthy seized again with a gasp forcing her gaze back to her surroundings. Before her was a carousel and on a brilliant white horse, Dios. Frowning, Anthy struggled to her feet and and glared at this pretender. Dios after saying something too quiet to hear, scowled darkly at Anthy. Not the body being run through in the sky sword by sword, Anthy herself swaying on unsteady feet. ]

You are not supposed to be here

I do as I please. You know that better than anyone.

Liar.

[As his attention went back to Utena, the two watch as she rose stubborn and glorious in her determination. Anthy watched as she pushed Akio to side - clawing at the Rose Gate until finally, blessedly it opened.

Immedately, Anthy looked to the sky and confirmed her deepest fear. The Swords were buzzing, swirling about the sky in agitation - fit to block out the sun without their prey to strike. In the frantic search for her memory-self, Anthy missed Utena opening the Rose Gate and gave a great shriek as her vision tunnelled.

She staggered again as Utena reached for her, hand instinctively reaching for the one who come all this way. The only one who came all this way. The tips of their fingers barely touched as suddenly the world fell from beneath her and screaming she was cast into darkness. As Anthy collided with to floor of the arena, she tried to reach for Utena one final time as the Swords drew closer - blacking out before she witnessed her savior's flesh being ravaged.

When she awoke, the memory started as before - only this time the Phantom of Dios has appeared. Standing guard as if to block and interference with the Duel. His brows knit ominously, before speaking.]

You have company

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[Anthy shuddered at the sight, meeting the corspe-like dead eyes of her Prince. Utena had with drawn a sword from her body, brandishing it as she approached and howling for blood. ]

How many of us died for you, Witch?! How many lives have you shattered?!

[From the carousel, Dios approached brandishing his own sword with hair slicked to his body, the jacket of his princely uniform open to his navel and the same half-seeing corpse eyes.

Anthy began to back away, wearily looking between the two as tears ran down her cheeks.]

How many of us died for your selfishness, sister? How many died because you could not let go, lover?!

This- this is a world that defies description, let alone explanation. Jack has been witness to a lot of strange things in his life, but this is pushing even his understanding. Are they dreaming again? What is this place?

He can only stand, watching, as the events play out, two versions of the girl he's never met yet. At first, his instinct drives him forwards to try to help the pink-haired girl, the one that's fighting. But it's as if something is holding him back. What? He can only watch the battle, which isn't much of one.

Before he can act, the Swords descend, striking into Utena's form, and Jack can't turn away. He cries out, and a tear falls. He doesn't even know what she was fighting for, but the desperation? That's impossible to miss. He sees it all, Anthy falls-

And then it all starts over.

"Not again!"

Looping. Again. Okay. So what is the actual point of this? "What's happening!?" Jack shouts, and looks at everyone to see who reacts. Who else isn't just a part of the scenery?

The girl on the ground, who begins with hair unbound turns to react to this stranger's outburst, green eyes clear but holding a heavy weight behind them. The dress she wears is red enough for blood, closer to a rag than true clothing and barely long enough to keep her hidden. The boy next to her - he looks as if he would chafe at that epithet in his crisp, white uniform- he has eyes and skin to match her. His pale locks are short where her rich dark ones are long but they mirror all the same. They look young but their eyes, their stance - their clear understanding belies their slight frames.

"You should not be here." The two - God, they look like children- say in unison. He is almost toneless in boredom as she is quiet with suspicion. The scene goes on behind, playing out as if there were no spectators until there a rustle of clothing and a body high in the air.

As the blades assault the Bride's body, the girl before him seizes and the boy by her side makes no effort to assist as she drops to one knee.

"Anthy," she pants as she looks at this stranger, this interloper and feels sick at how quickly she wonders how to draw him in.

"My name is Anthy Himemiya."

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He gets a reaction, and Jack goes to the- children? Everyone is young compared to Jack, truly. But it is strange that these two are the only ones who are aware, who are outside of the setting. Before he can ask another question, the blades move, and even though she isn't the one being struck, the girl reacts. Jack cries out, and he stares at horror at the boy's dismissive apathy for an instant. He does nothing? Fine, if he won't help her...

Jack goes to Anthy's side, he slides the coat from off his shoulders to wrap around her, barely making any contact, as he isn't sure how she is going to convulse. "Hey. Hey, it's okay." When she says her name, Jack hesitates. Anthy Himemiya?

He pauses, and looks around the landscape. He is searching for that blonde head of hair, for Nanami Kiryuu, because surely this has to be her memory, right? This. This is the insanity she was talking about in her world. A Student Council, a school, full of children, doomed to fight one another, for what? A bride? For this girl.

He looks back down at Anthy. Nanami had made it sound like people were fighting to claim her, to possess her. But, if this is the place she's in? Maybe there are some fighting to protect her. He looks back to the scene of the battle. The pink-haired girl. that's what she's so desperate for.

"Jack," he finally says. "Captain Jack Harkness. It's all right, it's going to be all right. I'm going to get you out of here." He is instantly offering comfort, even if he doesn't fully understand the situation. If Nanami hasn't shown up yet? Maybe Jack can pick up the slack.

Anthy is slight under his fingers, five feet and a few inches at best and as she shivers he can hear the faint metallic grind of swords meeting. The boy's eyes flick over to meet Jack's and his lips quirk faintly, a bare tick upward.

"She is more thorn than rose, I'm afraid."

Anthy shudders and glares balefully at the boy before another wave of pain takes her. Jack can feel the blades pass under the blades of her shoulders, edges barely blunted by muscle and skin. Her eyes track upward to the slaughter of herself, wide and not quite seeing. She hears him decades away, like the bells that ring for victors and she smiles at the thought. There were no winners here, no princes. She made sure of that.

"Forgive my manners."

Anthy knows that she should tell him run, to forsake her, that no one faithful ever made it out alive - but she can taste his tears on the air and his heart burns with noble blood. She cries as stretches to the floor, curling like a child against the coldness of the stone.

"I believe you, Captain," she sobs, teary eyes tracking to him finally and burning.

"But we both know you are wrong."

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"I know no such thing." Jack quirks a quick smile. "You don't know who I am." He looks up at the boy, but Anthy racks with pain again, and he focuses on her. He will not help anyway.

"Anthy," his voice stays gentle, murmuring, just for her to hear. Give her something to focus on. He half-hefts the girl in his arms, carefully, as if intending to just walk out of here with her. One hand goes to her hair, gently smooths it down. His touch is impossibly soft, soothing, as if he was handling his own daughter. His eyes track up, briefly, to the other figure. The one up there gets stabbed with swords, he feels them move through her.

"Why are you in both places? I can't get you out of here unless I free her, can I?" This place is impossible, but Jack is an impossible person. There has to be some kind of twisted logic to it all. Always is.

Anthy looks at him and tries to speak, but it is the boy's voice that answers. Instead she clutches to him, pressing to hear his heartbeat instead of Utena's screaming. She counts the beats, uneven to her ears - like a waltz. Jack is a hero, he wants to be and she can feel it in the core of her being.

"Once there was a Prince, who fell ill under his duty. His subjects called for him to help them, but his sister who tended to him knew; if he left he would die. So the little thing went out to the crowd and paid what he could not. Her choice changed them both - made her the Witch and he the Devil."

She glares at the Phantom of her brother, eyes peeking through the space Jack's arm and torso make.

"Dios tells a story no longer mine, but it is still hers a until this plays out. I hid one I loved and bore the hatred for it. In turn he used me," she pushes away from Jack, a gentler pantomime of Utena's push from Akio. "He used me and countless others to get his power back, when what he sought wasn't his to regain."

When the pain stopped Anthy knew it was too late. The Rose Gate opened and her vision tunneled once more, forcing her to stagger back towards Jack. Running her fingers into her hair, the tears came and burned her cheeks as they fell.

"I'm here because it was my fate to be. I was to be offering for my brother because I thought it was the only way and it's only because of Utena that it's any different."

As the whine of metal grew close, loud and angry Anthy began to tear at her hair.

"Please, Jack - she shouldn't have to pay for this! It's not fair, please..."

She'd watched enough to know there was no use. Utena dangled at the edge reaching down, ignorant of what would befall her, just like always.

"Please. Get up! "

As the memory of touch fired across her fingertips, Anthy brought her hand to her chest. Blind with tears, she tried to step forward and failed.

"Don't do this!LEAVE ME THERE!"

It was a fool's errand but Utena had done the impossible too. That hope was promptly thrown out of the window, she felt the pull of her drop bring her to her knees. The blades entered her vision and Anthy, as stupid as she knew it was, couldn't help but reach for her, nails scraping against stone futilely. Darkness flooded everything and a single word was heard above the thunder of crashing metal.

"UTENA!"

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The sound stabs right into Jack to break his own heart, not of the blades, but of the scream that leaves every inch of Anthy, her whole being going into it. Despair, hopelesness, and a touch of guilt. But now, Jack can see what is happening here. He has heard that same sound, with a different name, in his own heart. Utena, she reaches for Anthy, tries to save her, tries to fight for her, even tries to take her place.

You know. I'd trade places with you. If I could.

The scene resets, it starts over again, but Jack still holds Anthy firm in his arms. Tears fall, not just for her, and for her love, but for his own. The words he has to say aren't just ones he knows Anthy has to hear, but that he knows, for himself.

"This isn't your fault. You can handle this, I know. You can stay, suffering and dying, forever, and you'd never want anyone else to have to go through what's that like. But her. She loves you, doesn't she? And that means that even though you think this is your fate, she'd never leave you behind."

His eyes briefly squeeze shut. "And that isn't your fault. Your love didn't get her hurt. Didn't get her killed. It's not your fault that there's something so horrible out there that would use that love to hurt her. She would have always done anything to save you. Even if it was impossible. It- it would have always ended this way."

Remember me.

"No!"

Anthy struggles against his grip, reaching for Utena as she sobs. Utena had only been last in a long line, moved towards this point with great and careful cruelty. The poor foolish girl - all she wanted to was help. And at her brother's order, Anthy made sure she was lied to and coerced - a child forced to play at being hero. The stab in the back was more repetition than anything, evidence of the betrayal made manifest.

"It's my fault. I lied to her, I delivered her to him."

She began to shudder as the onslaught of blades began, grip weakening as her grief took her. It was only fair, right? Her love meant the destruction of anyone who received it. Dios had been destroyed long ago by childish selfishness and now Utena was to suffer for naivete.

"I couldn't let him go and it made him something worse and now she's paying for what I did. It's my fault! It's my fault!!"

Platitudes for something he didn't understand, that's all that Jack offered her. He sounded so kind...so much like her, forgiving without knowing that weight. As if regret made things better.

"Death would have been kinder! She was wiped away like she was nothing! I--"

The rest of her words were stolen by a screech as she was overcome with pain, the blades under her skin threatening to break through. Breathing shallowed, she whimpered as she prayed for relief - whispering.

"I promised her. I promised. I'm so sorry, Jack. I hope she knows..."

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Mary was falling. Each Memory she passed through made her feel like she was falling deeper into her own demise. So much pain. So many people who were being tormented. And so many being thrown aside just as they tried to stand up for themselves. Whatever this place was, it wasn't playing fair.

She floated as she came into the dueling arena, watching the drama unfold. She struggled as she tried to help, but her feet had not yet touched the ground. The whole drama played out a time and a half before she did. Once she could finally move she rushed forward, trying to save the pink haired young woman from her bloody fate, but she was a scant few steps too short when the swords flew into her once more.

She crashed to the ground with Anthy.

Her daze faded as Anthy's did, and she saw the pair approaching. Their words were not intended for Mary but she could feel the force behind them. That's what this place was doing. Beating them down with their regrets and worry and guilt. But this was all in the past wasn't it? And if her own vision was a clue this may not have been how it actually had gone.

She wasn't armed, but she had an idea. Pushing herself to her feet she tried to stand between her fellow Hero and the sword brandishing memories. "Oi! She's not dead yet. So why don't you two sod off until then? The dead should stay quiet and asleep." She felt a twinge in her own heart as she said those words, but now wasn't the time to think about that.

"Why are you protecting her? What lie did she tell?!" The Phantom of Utena cocked her head at Mary, squinting it's pallid blue eyes.

Anthy followed it's gaze, swallowed thickly, looked to this stranger who threw themselves between the Phantoms and their target. She recognized the voice, had little understanding why was this happening? Madly, she wondered if no one in the outside world had any sense of self-preservation before stepping towards her protector.

"They're not wrong. Please, I've had enough of people getting hurt for me."

"You enjoy it. So long as you have your brother, your love of loves, it didn't matter who fell to your whims..."

Anthy shuddered at the memory of feeling fingertips on her collarbone and gagged, eyes wild and looking as if she were going to be ill or scream. Eyes flicking from her attackers to her defender, she shivered and removed her hand from her mouth.

"Whoever you are, you don't have to do this."

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"I don't even know her. Not really. But the lass doesn't look like she's in any position to fight back against you two. And if there's one thing I don't like it's someone being kicked around when they can't fight back."

She glanced back over her shoulder at the prone woman. "I'm not doing this because I have to. I'm doing it because I want to. But you, lass, you need to stand up." She turned back to face the approaching duelists and took stock of them. The man seemed to be the one in charge and the woman, "She's important to you. Isn't she? She sacrificed herself for you. That takes strength. It may have been for your sake but it's not your fault."

She kept her gaze focused on Utena. She had no weapon of her own but maybe she could disarm this one. "She wants you to live."

"I can't," Anthy sobbed, watching as this stranger - the voice, she knew this voice- defended her. "I'm the reason they are like this."

Looking between the Phantoms of Dios and Utena, she sighed heavily and felt the tears run hotly down her cheeks. She lied, she used - she selfishly clung to others when the best thing would have been to leave others alone.

"I have to live with what I did to her, she wouldn't be gone if I hadn't -"

"If you hadn't lied!"

The Phantom of Utena raised her sword and swung towards them as the Phantom of Dios watched, his own blade lowering.

"Maybe so. But do you want to be punished or do you want to make amends?"

Mary stepped in low and tried to intercept the pink haired girl's swordarm. If she could deflect it then she had a chance of stripping the sword away. Then she'd at least have a weapon.

"Nghh, those aren't always the same thing!"

It was too easy to disarm the pink haired girl, Mary's assassin training giving her a deft touch that the phantom failed to out maneuver. Behind her, Anthy began to stand and kept her gaze locked on the male phantom. They regarded each other with an odd intensity as the younger girl began to move, keeping out of the range of his sword with delicate steps.

"I don't know where to start." came the final admission, making the girl-phantom's eyes snap to Anthy.

"She gave everything so I could leave this place. I want to make amends but I don't know how."

The sword didn't even have time to hit the ground as it was pulled from Utena's hand. Mary caught it and raised it with an expert hand. An epee or a saber by the look of it, though she didn't have the time to examine it closer. Not as sturdy as she'd like but it was something she was familiar with.

Mary moved with Anthy, trying to keep herself between the young woman and her assailants. "Getting out of this place would be the first step I think. Dying here would be a terrible way to pay her back. You can worry about the rest later."

The phantoms both froze at Anthy's admission, the boy seeming to blanch for a moment. No, not blanch, fade. Sufficiently agitated, the Phantom of Dios began to howl epithets that were lost to the charged air of the arena. The Phantom of Utena simply watched, looking between Mary and Anthy with dead eyes.

The woman stood before her, stance familiar, even if her build wasn't. For a moment, Anthy could almost see the future she snatched from Utena in fear and selfishness. A backbone of steel, weary but still compassionate despite herself. She'd borne witness to someone standing in defence of her too many times.

"Go on," the rose-haired girl's voice seemed to distort slightly, the rage draining out of her voice by the syllable. "The hard part's over, Himemiya."

The Phantom's eyes cleared suddenly, brilliant baby blue for a moment before the color started to fade. Anthy gasped and dropped to her knees, sobbing as the floor of the arena began to shake.

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Vincent had been warned Crystallis was strange; but this made him raise an eyebrow. A gate, and what looked to be an arena? The scene played before as if it were a show, a grotesque pageant to provoke the pathos of the audience. Though he watched stoically, red cloak covering his lower face as it flowed down, he recognized threads.

Watching, recognizing betrayal and desperate hope and regret. His ears registered the sounds of someone in pain, too visceral to be part of the act. Crimson eyes flickered around, noting everything before they lighted on a girl. Long hair unbound, twin to she who performed on the stage.

Moving closer on quiet feet, the metal of his boots making no noise. "What meaning, is this supposed to have?" The voice was deep, but not necessarily cold. Not warm, merely curious.

It was as if a ghost appeared at the arena - all the pain and grief of the duels made manifest. Despite his choice of dress, he was a silent as the grave and for a moment Anthy drew back from him. The boy across from her canted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes at Vincent.

"You are like me. Born of devotion and betrayal - of a life cut down by the selfishness of another." he said, voice quiet as he examined the taller man.

"Your skill at observation never ceases to amaze me," The girl stepped forward, cautiously eyeing the newcomer as she spoke but not before sparing a glare for the boy across from her. " So talented at understanding everything but yourself, dear brother"

The same furrowed brows and mistrustful emerald eyes - they could have been twins if he was not clearly few years older than her. Finally, Anthy turned her eyes to the newcomer and gave a faint smile.

"Pardon my manners. I am Anthy Himemiya and this-" she gestured grandly at the scene with a graceful arm as the sky began to fill with swords. "-is my sin above all others."

It is a statement of fact, spoken with sad eyes and heavy heart.

"You are?"

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Then it was like his own; memory repeating on a loop exposing one's deepest regret and sin. Turning his head to once more watch the scene unfold before he responded. Seeing even more clearly the threads now, the part the actors were playing. Confined to their roles, and a tragedy written out.

"An unwitting intruder." Vincent finally murmured quietly, attention once more going to his hostess. "Vincent Valentine, miss Himemiya." Nodding his head in greeting, voice neither cold nor warm. For all that, there was sympathy in the tone and words chosen.

Anthy felt the head rush that preceded the pain of the swords and steeled herself. Closing her eyes, her memory self appeared in the sky as the pink haired girl began to scream. The boy who'd spoke suddenly turned his attention to the memory speaking unheard words as Anthy and Vincent regarded one another.

"Mr. Valentine, did you love her?"

It was a sudden question as Anthy gave a great shudder, crying out as the the swords ravaged the matching body in the sky. Taking a knee, the strange girl wrapped her arms about herself and sighed looking to meet his strangely coloured eyes. He looked like Death, she decided, all paleness and manners. This man looked like the deliverance she prayed for in the dark hours at her brother's side, and for a moment she had to swallow morbid laugh as sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Allow me to ask again," she plead through grit teeth.

"Is a woman capable of such treachery worthy of such devotion?"

Vincent watched, holding himself still as professional calm and cool detachment let him take in the situation at large. He heard the questions, but did not respond immediately. It was not that his answer would change, merely that he wanted to give the questions full consideration. Consider the hidden subtext, what wasn't said, and the words that were chosen.

His expression was stoic, posture tall, ignoring the screams as the memory played out. His own greatest sin, his deepest regrets, had been that he had watched. Done nothing. He could not change that, anymore than he could change this woman's memory or past.

She looked young, but there was wisdom and pain that belied her appearance in her eyes. A similarity that he recognized would fit himself. "I never blamed her, Miss Himemiya." Sure-voiced, not answering the question the way she expected perhaps, but it was the answer he gave all the same.

Through it all, he still did not blame Lucrecia.

Carefully, deliberate, he extended his right hand to the woman even as she grit her teeth. He had watched before. Perhaps this time, he could do more.

Heartbreak was the only word for her sudden change of expression at his answer. Anthy had been willing to suffer the pain of the swords, such quiet sincerity seemed to take her heart. She almost begun to back away when her vision tunneled and she bit back a sob as the carnage in the sky disappeared suddenly. Unable to see properly, Anthy dropped completely to the ground and screwed her eyes shut.

"Perhaps you should."

Behind her, the pink haired girl rose - bloodied and defiant as she limped to the gate and began to tear at it with bare hands. The pale haired boy's attention snapped to Vincent as his dark skin began to grow clammy with sweat. His elder, too far gone as a participant of the memory watched with growing horror as the gate opened.

As the swords buzzed angrily, Anthy looked up to Utena's tear streaked face and bloody hand - no, not Utena. The disorientation chilled her as her Prince's screaming filled the air.

HIMEMIYA

He barely knew her and surely, he was not fool enough to ignore the unspoken admission in her words.

Please, take my hand!

But Utena had known the truth too, still she'd reached. And someone else was doing the reaching as rose flickered to black and red-orange flickered into blue.

For a single moment, Anthy's faith won over guilt and she took Vincent's hand. As the swords crashed into the arena around them, she clutched to the visitor of her memory in fear, as the blades blotted out all light with an angry crescendo of metal. At the end of it, she continued to shudder, quiet sobs wracking her small form.

It was merciful that Anthy was still too fearful to look at the arena. Instead of resetting, the Dueling platform remained pitted with weaponry. The boy looked to the two with clouded, sick eyes and as pale strands stuck to skin, he began to open the first few fastenings of his uniform - ravaged by what Vincent would recognize as fever.

"Why did you help her?" The Phantom of Dios began, eyes no less hateful despite their cataract looking appearance. "Did she lie with you too? Did she tell you sweetly she would make it better if you would just let her touch you?!"

Behind him, the rose haired girl stood - body ravaged by steel and seized with the effort. Slowly, she withdrew a sword from her body with a slick, grinding noise and the other weapons clattered to the ground. The wounds all scarred immediately save the witnessed backstabbing from earlier and she turned, it was clear she shared the same dead eyes as the boy.

"I gave you everything! I tried! And you let me die!" she howled.

The two phantoms began to advance on Anthy, weapons brandished and ready to kill and all she could was cry at the monsters she had created.

Vincent was stronger than he looked, as he moved. Placing himself between Anthy and the others, pulling her up as his grip shifted to her elbow and upper arm. Carefully, but still firm, getting her to her feet. Careful as he moved, pulling her with him, to get some distance from the pair advancing.

It was not a run, as that would provoke the phantoms further. This was a quick and purposeful walk, and he kept part of his attention on the others as he ignored their words. Spearing Anthy, once they stopped, with crimson gaze. His voice was quiet and non-judgmental, but demanded an answer. "Do you regret it?"

He understood regret very well, sensing in her an unwitting kindred spirit.

The phantoms eyed them both as Vincent pulled the witch...the girl to her feet and Anthy couldn't keep them straight. Where the girl-prince stared at them balefully as she approached, the phantom of Dios stalked forward. He seemed to look more like Akio with every second and his longer hair clung to him more pointedly.

"You know she's not worth this," Anthy flinched at his purr - not quite smooth as she thought, turning bad memories in her mind - but it was terrifying all the same. "Spare yourself the trouble of dealing with another woman that doesn't know what love looks like."

"Stop it!"

It was easy to try boldness under someone else's protection, but blue eyes of damning paleness met her own and suddenly all resolve was lost. Later she would be grateful for her interloper's astute senses, but for the moment, she followed him dumbly and only barley avoided a swipe of phantom Utena's sword.

"Those pretty doe eyes of yours won't save you now, Himemiya! Nothing will save you. You won't let us!"

Suddenly, he divided his attention and asked a question that made her heart drop to her stomach. Anthy wilted as if she'd been struck. It would have been easier to recover from at any rate.

"I wish I would have trusted her more. I thought she was going to betray me. If I would have known-"

"Liar!" the phantoms pressed.

"No!"

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Re: Duel called Revolution (Late to the party. A, might be moving to B)

Re: Duel called Revolution (Late to the party. A, might be moving to B)

Re: Duel called Revolution (Late to the party. A, might be moving to B)

Re: Duel called Revolution (Late to the party. A, might be moving to B)

Re: Duel called Revolution Part B

Re: Duel called Revolution Part B

Re: Duel called Revolution Part B

Re: Duel called Revolution Part B

Re: Duel called Revolution Part B

Re: Duel called Revolution Part B

Re: Duel called Revolution Part B

Re: Duel called Revolution Part B

Re: Duel called Revolution Part B