|Yours truly, Vanguard of the Alliance.|
I’LL – ANSWER Part 2
His doubts but whispers in the rising storm, the wolf was unchained and its bestial instincts would soon hunger for the flesh and what little light there was in his heart. Helena had lost her smile in mere seconds, her face and eyes giving a dark glare as heavy as one’s guilt. In her hands; tarot cards, for until now, only he didn’t need an evoker to summon his persona.
The feeling of death, the Memento Mori of death in battle, the last thought of survival which brings forth the ego; calling forth a persona from the moment your brain thinks you are dead by pulling a simple trigger on a false gun. He had none; for he had known death, and death had known him. This was his vendetta, after all.
“Persona”, she said firmly, yet calmly, as a mother would order a loved child.
The card shattered and with its pieces glowing in the air, the darkness, like a vicious liquid, started pouring from the street lights, from Fenrir’s mouth; from everyone’s grudge. His worried look melted away like the oiled night, to leave a smirk and a dark grin. As a rabid animal, Fenrir lunged towards him.
His sword grasped and in a single swing; the blade doused in liquid hell; ready to strike the wolf-god. He was ready to face him, stronger now than anything.
“You”, continued Helena, mayhap more for her than for the sake of the man’s story “You made a single, unique mistake…”
I’LL – ANSWER Part 1 (Helena)
“You fell in the last battle”; words that chanted the truth; for it was the second battle where he saw the ground and fell. Snow was glimmering in the faded lights of the night. When it would usually be his favorite weather was now just a bitter, broken orange darkness. Indeed had he fell twice now, both time his friends would have took up his place and finished the shadow that were assaulting them, but he was not allowed such mistakes.
“And who are you?” he pouted as an answer, unlike his usual cheerful behavior when speaking.
“A friend” the lady answered, covering her velvet shoes with the heavy, wet snow around her. “Or rather a watcher; we normally do not interfere in this world and in this way” she smiled “but you are interesting.”
She stopped her stance and looked around; the streets were empty as they were far from the battle site. A random stroll after vanquishing shadows; what was he afraid of? Nothing of course, and she knew that. Alone; a person is the prey of the darkness, but together with another; a leader must be fearless, for they must now protect someone; giving unto them strength, willpower and courage. He was alone, yet not at all; was it fears he was fighting?
“Do you do not possess the abilities that usually require the assistance of those on my side, but it was to me to walk out of the door and reach for you. My name is Helena; I am she who resides over the dualities and you are my guest.”
She began walking anew towards the young man, her long fur coat of blue velvet covering itself with pure white snow. It was then that he heard the crystalline sound of a breaking soul, a sound unique to him whom had seen, felt and loved Death before. The frozen god; no longer chained, walked as a proud wolf around the woman, with a defiant look towards the man. Unbound, his Persona was facing him?
“but…wait” he tried to say, maybe more for himself than for her, or for the darkness “Personas aren't sentient… they are a suppressed ego… they are vanquished shadows…”
I’ll – PENELOPE
“[…] So what happens when the leader fall? For a moment it seemed the whole world was against them. The leader, Mark, had been taken out by a powerful attack; the last light they had seen in this complete night. The group would gather, as their persona, material reflections of their tamed ego, fell, so did they. The chaos surrounding them was neither the night nor the shadows, but rather the humanity losing their faith and hope. Humans had a hard time believing, thinking, dreaming; they could not bear to choose a side, despites their nature for war. Thus; the population had their eyes laid on the group, waiting for a sign, an intervention, something to happen to make them believe in the tamed shadows... […]”
“[…] She felt almost comfortable in this deep darkness; the headaches were easier to bear when all the lights, all the life had been snuffed out by the shadows they were facing. Why would it be that her friends would be so passive? Why would nobody react? A mere second had passed, and the questions would fill her mind, her headache now migraine. She could not wait for life to pass, she had too many questions, she could not accept reality, or rather, she could not bear to question life and wait for the results. She wanted to know everything, she wanted to scream, but was too afraid to… being afraid to scream is like a bird in cage; afraid to sing in fear for its life… but in front of her was standing her own shadow; just as confused, strong and yet weak and pathetic. But she was certain of one thing; if nobody would stand up for her, and if the leader couldn’t stand at this moment; she would defeat her shadow. She rose up and charged, the others suddenly waking up and following her. It was then, upon its defeat that Mark, the leader, woke up from the attack, seeing that would something grave happen to him, the group would not fall; as he saw Kitty facing her gracious persona, as she was bowing for her; the Silent Leader; Penelope… but another explosion would happen as her ego would soon fade from fatigue; another shadow was near. […]”Weapon: Naginata