by Sumdumguy 9th June 2014, 3:39 pm
The light from whatever it was faded, and it was then that Priscilla decided to step out of the shadows. From Alexander Zenneth's chest, she felt, would be a good place to make an entrance. A hand came out of the man's chest, followed by the rest of the young 12-year old Priscilla. Her bare feet touched the ground lightly as her white dress billowed freely in the wind. The damage was done, it was irreversible, and Priscilla felt somewhat responsible for it despite not having even done anything. She hadn't helped plan, she hadn't pressed any buttons, set explosives, or directly aided in killing anyone yet... she still felt like this was her fault. But why? Burning buildings, dead bodies, blood everywhere... it was a sight that was very familiar to Priscilla. A sight that she had once caused herself. Back then it wasn't directly her fault, and she still felt responsible. Right now was the exact same situation. She had done absolutely nothing, and yet the weight of guilt and regret was heavy within her little heart.
"Why..." she mumbled as she stood just next to Alexander, although several feet away so he couldn't reach out to her. "What made you do this... you said we would be a MERCENARY guild, not a MURDERER guild...!" she mumbled, fists clenching up as she looked down into the city. The area around her was gradually becoming darker, and the tattoo on her hand was almost coming full circle. "You lied..." she said, looking obviously pissed off. "You lied... to so many people! You said you wanted to help them by making sure the Magic Council never hurt anyone anymore!" In a black flash, the young girl transformed. Her size and shape had changed from a young 12 year old girl to that of an 18 year old woman. Her clothes were purple, her hair tied into a side ponytail now, and she looked beyond pissed off.
"You're nothing but a liar... Nothing more than the lowest of the low! Your morals are gone, useless, more than just messed up. I don't know if it's because of that demon or whatever you were dealing with on that one job, I'm not forgiving you for this." Her tone was cold, uncaring, hostile, and sorrowful. This man- no, this scumbag, was once her friend. He had lowered himself to "must be eradicated" status in Priscilla's book, and that's exactly what she was going to do.
A few seconds after Priscilla stopped talking, Viola flew down and begun speaking her mind. Priscilla couldn't agree with the girl any more than she already did. "Yeah, to think the people we once called friends would do this..." Priscilla said as she watched Viola fly away. "...is just beyond pitiful." she said. Priscilla watched with a blank stare as Viola took off. It pained Priscilla so much to see her dear friend like this. Her one, true friend...
With a sigh, Priscilla began walking away, not saying anything anymore. The damage was done, there was nothing she could do now except follow Viola and comfort her.