Bonding Amongst Officers

Tearful eyes set upon the oddly colored blade of her own Scimitar. Even with the way it had been held, the shaking of her hands showed little to the commitment of her actions, but there felt like no other choice. Everything in her mind was unraveling and she knew she had changed. Before she was a charismatic person whom put herself after others. Sure, she had been a little flirtatious in ways others deemed to be very rude or inappropriate, but she couldn’t help but get a laugh and she didn’t go too far. Even someone like Aoi had some limits when it came to harassment of that sorts. It didn’t seem to matter in some respect though as she had loved the life she had. A decent living in a farm rich village, a few friends of such high quality that the numbers seemed irrelevant. Among them was her closest, most cherished friend she had left, Kalama. And much to her dismay, she tried and tried.

This... curse. It was exactly what it intended. It changed her for worse all around, simply needing time to show her that. She tried to look to the positives, she wanted to use these curses to help people, to find the source, and call to an end what it did, even if it meant the end of their abilities to be mages. But the road was paved horribly from there. Kalama had become so reclusive that some days she never left her room. Though she kept trying, eventually she saw something in herself to keep going. Aoi on the other hand began a spiral downwards from the moment she’d let herself be irresponsible, feasting on the organs and body in general of someone she’d known prior to the incident. ”I’m sorry...” Since then, she’d begun to feel emptier, self hating almost. If it weren’t for the mouthguard used to keep herself at bay, didn’t seem to matter much.

Since their trip to slay monsters, she’d come to the conclusion her curse had changed. Be it for the better or for the worse she couldn’t figure out. Instead of feral outbursts and rage, she’d come to lose her sight rapidly. Unable to tell if it had been better or worse this way, it began to have an impact on her even more. How could she help if she couldn’t see? If she couldn’t speak, how could she warn or even communicate? Either way, she was a detriment and ultimately felt like she had nothing left. And that brought her to this; Her own blade pointed to her chest. There were a number of ways to end this that she thought of, but honestly this felt the only way she could assure herself that she going to put herself out of her misery.


”I’m so sorry... I don’t want to... but... I can’t...” she sobbed in a low tone, the shaking of her grip growing louder. ”Not for one more day...” Then only the sound of the blade piercing through her chest filled the room. And then, her collapse onto the floor chest first pushed it further in. An air of peace fell over her, feeling it all come to an end....

But in that moment, just before it all slipped away, she could see someone opening the door just as her eyes finally shut.

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That sweet release from a painful, but quick act that she had performed. It hurt her to live on, each day plagued by the thoughts of her curse turning on her. The idea she could wind up like the others and harm if not kill her friends and this makeshift family the guild had started to feel was only more burdening of a thought than she initially anticipated. It was a fearful and grim thought, but it ran in her mind nearly every waking moment. It seeped into her dreams, warping them into inescapable nightmares that often she found herself with her curse like powers manifested on their own. On one occasion she could remember waking up in the air with her wings expanded and even scimitar in hand. The last straw for her was the most recent nightmare. She had a twisted nightmare of a memory from the first instance of her curse taking over, feasting on the corpse of another person. When she had regained enough of her sanity to realize what was happening and stop, she had the grim sight of seeing Kalama there as the victim she was eating the innards of. The sight alone of this haunted her to this day, to this moment.

It was a reality she refused to allow to come true. She would end it on her own terms before anyone got hurt.

But something didn’t go right. She could hear voices moments after. Did she finally pass? Would she be awaiting hell or heaven for her actions? No, it didn’t seem like either. The weapon of hers was swiftly and practically violently pulled from her body which shocked her awake immediately. ”FUCK! THAT REALLY HURT!” She yelled out, before being coddled into someone’s arms. Though her eyes were wide open, she seemed to be lost on the person who came to her side until she began to speak... and speak... and speak. ”Oh god it’s hell!” She thought, hearing Illya Pegasus speaking to her without so much as a little breath between her sentences. But why didn’t she die? She struck herself through the heart and everything, but nothing happened. Was there no chance for her to die this way? Was she doomed to simply suffer through this whole ordeal?

Still, the other officer had been healing her injured comrade and it felt insufferable. Not the act of the healing. Not even her speaking, though it were a close second... but no. It was that she felt like a failure in even having ended her own life. She couldn’t conquer this curse, she couldn’t save anyone without looking like some monstrous pariah, and she couldn’t be normal anymore. That to her was the most gut wrenching part of it. She was tearing up while doing her best not to break down like a child. ”I just can’t do it anymore. The- The- The nightmares, the inability to control myself without that Damn mouthguard. This curse has taken everything from me and I don’t know if I can ever overcome it anymore...”

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