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avalononline2021-06-09 06:45 am
crimsongirl) wrote in avalononline2021-06-09 06:45 am
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video | un: crimsonflame | cw: blood, mention of fighting/murder/kidnapping, etc
[A day or so had passed since Caster’s little...incident, and some might be wondering where both of them were. Well, at least Homura had shown her face through video. She debated about doing text or voice, but after all of this, all of the lying and such, honesty seemed best here. People could also see the number of cuts, burns, and other wounds on her body from the battles and traveling she endured. And her face just looked very, very tired. One might even tell she had been crying given the redness in her eyes, though her voice at least is normal; water helps out a few things.]
Haven’t used this thing properly since getting here, so to anyone who doesn’t know me, I’m Homura. I’m usually at the training grounds or going on quests, so chances are you barely know me.
[Barring certain...incidents with people offline. She took a deep breath, knowing the hardest part had to be gotten out of the way. And the fact she was doing this publicly made things harder. But it all needed to be done, for her sake, as well as her own.]
I...am Caster’s daughter; adopted of course. Stuff happened in that dream thing a few months back, and reopened some wounds with an axe, ones I had thought were long-healed. One thing led to another, and we started to help each other out. We used to get along...but you already know where this is leading to. Hard to miss, what with the likely trauma that Darin guy is going through, the burned out forest that has hopefully died by now, and the shitstorm this network became earlier.
I may be protecting and trying to help Caster, but in no way do I condone her actions. Hell, all the shit I still haven’t healed from? From our….aggressive negotiations. [Aka fighting.] I still haven’t forgiven her. Not sure I can at this point. But I’m not going to let people kill her when the fight with Archer is hopefully done, along with any other mage bullshit. If they wanna continue their war, they can do it back home.
Some of those that know me are probably thinking “why in the flying fuck would you ever help someone who was involved with kidnapping, murder, possible actual murder back in her world, and loads of other details Archer went over?” If your answer was that I’m just an idiot, you’re about a third of the way there.
[She paused yet again, taking another deep breath. It was hard enough to explain this to just one person who clearly didn’t gel with her line of work. Still, already made enough enemies by declaring herself as Caster’s daughter. What else could go wrong?]
See, my world involves training shinobi, separated into academies for good and evil. Before you hero kids chime in that it’s kinda like your world, it really ain’t. Those are words just to group us all to fight each other, each side containing clans who want to dominate the other. Both sides deal with shady stuff too. As an example, a girl from Gessen Academy, the Good Shinobi, was ordered to wipe out the homeless in a section of the city for some corporation. I forget why, maybe they wanted a mini-mall or some shit. Now technically, there is a point to doing it like this, but that’s a whole other topic not relevant to this. Ask later if you want.
My point is that I’m technically a shinobi and engaged with such things. Well, used to anyway, for the evil shinobi. I killed and kidnapped people, including former comrades. And there’s likely a list of shit I allowed because I wanted to repay a debt after my parents disowned me. I would do anything for Hebijo, but...well...
Hate to go with the cliche of “the power of friendship” but...well, that’s kinda what happened. We fought against each other, and Haruka convinced me how alone I was, how I needed balance and to stop controlling their lives just because of my pain. Everyone kept taking chances with me, and I needed to repay it. So I’m doing the same thing with Caster. That and….if I’m being honest, being a different person in that dream, chances are I would have helped her. Makes me sick of course, but that’s the other reason. I would, and possibly at some point, could have helped with this bullshit. I hate it, a lot. Makes judging her even harder, and you can clearly see how well that’s going for me mentally as I’m still figuring out all this bullshit. I'm actually considering therapy for once.
That said, uh...
[She scratched the back of her head, just now realizing some rather dangerous truths she just admitted.]
The problematic elements with the….stuff from my world, and how I basically just admitted to a bunch of crimes. Look, to make a very long story super short, I’m only interested in working on these quests, doing jobs that aren't all about the murder, except assholes who deserve it, slaying Yoma, and killing a super big Yoma named Shin. If I wanted people dead here, there’d likely be more stuff on fire by now. I just wanna get back home and be done with this bullshit so I can continue my real training and be with my friends again. And I only plan on ever killing any shithead who wants to try taking people away from me again, or some asshole who clearly needs to die. That’s all, hardly different from any other person here who can fight or has something to protect. [Except maybe the blood-rage issues.]
For anyone who wants to deal with Caster...just try to talk to her first before anything. Only letting you see her if she approves. And given what I just spilled about my life, I don’t think I need to add any more warnings. You know why, and I think after the trials and this goddamn mess, no one wants anymore threats on the network. Except maybe for that one murderous asshole. I dunno if he’s still running around, but I’m assuming he is because oh right, someone fucking kidnapped a dude and burned a forest while turning into a heavy metal cover monster!
[Both hands rub her face, Homura clearly tired, agitated, yet with a large sigh, clearly relieved to just be done, even if more problems are likely to arise.]
As for stuff mostly not related to her, I’ll be disappearing for a while till I’m sure she won’t just do something crazy, again. Won’t be at the training grounds, and I’ll be missing a few things. [Like Ken’s birthday, for starters.] And I know I usually enjoy a good fight, but...not right now. On top of Caster helping to kill my love for it right now, I also got--[She raises up her hands...bandaged hands with a lot of blood, mostly around her knuckles..] Some anger issues. Claws keep popping up if I throw any punch, so back to meditating and making sure I don’t cause anymore accidents, because I want a break.
Really hoping this world can shut the hell up for once, and let us wind down. Then again, it’s not like this shit can get any worse--
“Come, my noble steed!”
[Homura’s eyes widened at the voice, and she froze in place. Viewers would likely know what was going on in the background, as a doll of Saber rode on the head of Homura’s familiar, even fashioning a harness and little handle to ride as if the serpent was a horse. The doll frantically kicked and raised her sword, which was mostly a toothpick.]
“The crying troll with twin mountains is distracted! There is no better time to secure the chicken, and claim it for the good of Camelot!”
[...Well, she’s gonna get an earful...when Caster finally returns to normal, which...just thinking about it depressed and angered Homura all over again. And the anger was showing as she rose up from seat.]
“The King of Nights doesn’t flee from a challenge!”
[Fire suddenly erupted from Homura’s hand, making the doll pause.]
“...Except for this. Flee, Snakelstilskin!”
Don’t you rename my damn snake!
[Enjoy the brief Benny Hill-style chase before something knocks the phone away, causing it to turn off.]
Haven’t used this thing properly since getting here, so to anyone who doesn’t know me, I’m Homura. I’m usually at the training grounds or going on quests, so chances are you barely know me.
[Barring certain...incidents with people offline. She took a deep breath, knowing the hardest part had to be gotten out of the way. And the fact she was doing this publicly made things harder. But it all needed to be done, for her sake, as well as her own.]
I...am Caster’s daughter; adopted of course. Stuff happened in that dream thing a few months back, and reopened some wounds with an axe, ones I had thought were long-healed. One thing led to another, and we started to help each other out. We used to get along...but you already know where this is leading to. Hard to miss, what with the likely trauma that Darin guy is going through, the burned out forest that has hopefully died by now, and the shitstorm this network became earlier.
I may be protecting and trying to help Caster, but in no way do I condone her actions. Hell, all the shit I still haven’t healed from? From our….aggressive negotiations. [Aka fighting.] I still haven’t forgiven her. Not sure I can at this point. But I’m not going to let people kill her when the fight with Archer is hopefully done, along with any other mage bullshit. If they wanna continue their war, they can do it back home.
Some of those that know me are probably thinking “why in the flying fuck would you ever help someone who was involved with kidnapping, murder, possible actual murder back in her world, and loads of other details Archer went over?” If your answer was that I’m just an idiot, you’re about a third of the way there.
[She paused yet again, taking another deep breath. It was hard enough to explain this to just one person who clearly didn’t gel with her line of work. Still, already made enough enemies by declaring herself as Caster’s daughter. What else could go wrong?]
See, my world involves training shinobi, separated into academies for good and evil. Before you hero kids chime in that it’s kinda like your world, it really ain’t. Those are words just to group us all to fight each other, each side containing clans who want to dominate the other. Both sides deal with shady stuff too. As an example, a girl from Gessen Academy, the Good Shinobi, was ordered to wipe out the homeless in a section of the city for some corporation. I forget why, maybe they wanted a mini-mall or some shit. Now technically, there is a point to doing it like this, but that’s a whole other topic not relevant to this. Ask later if you want.
My point is that I’m technically a shinobi and engaged with such things. Well, used to anyway, for the evil shinobi. I killed and kidnapped people, including former comrades. And there’s likely a list of shit I allowed because I wanted to repay a debt after my parents disowned me. I would do anything for Hebijo, but...well...
Hate to go with the cliche of “the power of friendship” but...well, that’s kinda what happened. We fought against each other, and Haruka convinced me how alone I was, how I needed balance and to stop controlling their lives just because of my pain. Everyone kept taking chances with me, and I needed to repay it. So I’m doing the same thing with Caster. That and….if I’m being honest, being a different person in that dream, chances are I would have helped her. Makes me sick of course, but that’s the other reason. I would, and possibly at some point, could have helped with this bullshit. I hate it, a lot. Makes judging her even harder, and you can clearly see how well that’s going for me mentally as I’m still figuring out all this bullshit. I'm actually considering therapy for once.
That said, uh...
[She scratched the back of her head, just now realizing some rather dangerous truths she just admitted.]
The problematic elements with the….stuff from my world, and how I basically just admitted to a bunch of crimes. Look, to make a very long story super short, I’m only interested in working on these quests, doing jobs that aren't all about the murder, except assholes who deserve it, slaying Yoma, and killing a super big Yoma named Shin. If I wanted people dead here, there’d likely be more stuff on fire by now. I just wanna get back home and be done with this bullshit so I can continue my real training and be with my friends again. And I only plan on ever killing any shithead who wants to try taking people away from me again, or some asshole who clearly needs to die. That’s all, hardly different from any other person here who can fight or has something to protect. [Except maybe the blood-rage issues.]
For anyone who wants to deal with Caster...just try to talk to her first before anything. Only letting you see her if she approves. And given what I just spilled about my life, I don’t think I need to add any more warnings. You know why, and I think after the trials and this goddamn mess, no one wants anymore threats on the network. Except maybe for that one murderous asshole. I dunno if he’s still running around, but I’m assuming he is because oh right, someone fucking kidnapped a dude and burned a forest while turning into a heavy metal cover monster!
[Both hands rub her face, Homura clearly tired, agitated, yet with a large sigh, clearly relieved to just be done, even if more problems are likely to arise.]
As for stuff mostly not related to her, I’ll be disappearing for a while till I’m sure she won’t just do something crazy, again. Won’t be at the training grounds, and I’ll be missing a few things. [Like Ken’s birthday, for starters.] And I know I usually enjoy a good fight, but...not right now. On top of Caster helping to kill my love for it right now, I also got--[She raises up her hands...bandaged hands with a lot of blood, mostly around her knuckles..] Some anger issues. Claws keep popping up if I throw any punch, so back to meditating and making sure I don’t cause anymore accidents, because I want a break.
Really hoping this world can shut the hell up for once, and let us wind down. Then again, it’s not like this shit can get any worse--
“Come, my noble steed!”
[Homura’s eyes widened at the voice, and she froze in place. Viewers would likely know what was going on in the background, as a doll of Saber rode on the head of Homura’s familiar, even fashioning a harness and little handle to ride as if the serpent was a horse. The doll frantically kicked and raised her sword, which was mostly a toothpick.]
“The crying troll with twin mountains is distracted! There is no better time to secure the chicken, and claim it for the good of Camelot!”
[...Well, she’s gonna get an earful...when Caster finally returns to normal, which...just thinking about it depressed and angered Homura all over again. And the anger was showing as she rose up from seat.]
“The King of Nights doesn’t flee from a challenge!”
[Fire suddenly erupted from Homura’s hand, making the doll pause.]
“...Except for this. Flee, Snakelstilskin!”
Don’t you rename my damn snake!
[Enjoy the brief Benny Hill-style chase before something knocks the phone away, causing it to turn off.]
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