Not-Chryssa
She/Her
27
May 1
Eterna City, Sinnoh
Panromantic
radio host
agent
as flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport
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Augmented Unreality
POSTED ON Mar 3, 2022 2:05:22 GMT
Chryssa opened her eyes, a callback ringing through her mind. I'm only here to assuage my guilt in the unfortunate incident that destroyed this church...She opened her eyes. She'd been in the dark for a long time. She'd noticed earlier, but old habits died hard. It was easier to be like a sword in a scabbard, dormant, waiting to be drawn. ...So when the world drew her, she emerged from her pod like a ghost from a casket, like a maiden from a marriage bed, like a song from a broken egg. She rose to her feet, a strange feeling of displacement twisting in her gut. Make a dramatic entrance...She didn't want to. She wanted to carve through a sky full of eyes without fear for her living body. She wanted to excel. She wanted to be better.
The young woman felt at her hip for her weapon, but found none. The feeling of sickness intensified. I'm alone, she thought. Then-- Are you really? she thought back. Chryssa's eyes tugged to the four Augurs, once united by the Destiny Bond from Muir's blade. The Bond had shattered, but their keepers remained. Red, Locke Jamison . White, luka chêne . Black, Martín del Mar . It wasn't a question of what it meant. It was clear they had some destiny to fulfill. Once, that might have stirred rebellion in Chryssa's mind. Now, she felt only a mild interest, as if from a casual reader who wanted to know what happened on the next page. Trying to brush off lingering doubts, she stood up and crossed the crowded room, leaving footprints in the red liquid Cefin Glynn was examining before standing up on her tiptoes to check the room beyond. Her breath coalesced on the dim window. "You can chat among yourselves," her voice came, somber and detached. "But I'd keep your panic down. Those who crack now will be the first to fall." She glanced back at Summer Atreides and nagi miwa. "And those who falter—" A small, too-bright smile appeared on Chryssa's face. "—will be the first to crack." checking the door window94ritDNw
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