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Bonnie grabbed the covers and pulled them up to her face a little more, her toes beginning to poke out the end of the bed as she wiggled them a bit. She was bored of questions already, and didn't want to talk about it anymore. But she knew Orion would not care for that, and would probably leave if she asked him to... But, she didn't.

"My sword skills?" She looked over at it, feeling an odd warmth in her arm every time she did so. "Well someone obviously taught me how to. Jeez you're such a plonky-yellow vulcan brain sometimes."

That was definitely the truth, at least she thinks so anyway. It's not like she could teach that kind of stuff herself anyway. But the only reason she got so defensive was because she didn't really know, not one bit. She wondered herself why she was always so attached to the weapon, and her armour. Maybe it was because she... She...

Bonnie tried to remember her earliest memory of herself, but all the woman could remember was just that. Her sword, her armour, and maybe a forest? She threw herself back into the bed, groaing in annoyance of her own stupidity. "Ugh, I'm such a dummy-ding wollop."

Orion Prima

She won? Amazing! Her face lit up slightly, but when she smiled she felt an odd bruise across her right cheek, that throbbed with pain when she made any kind of facial expression that wasn't a neutral one. "Ah, that is great news." She nodded like an old man, as if she expected that answer.

"I feel... Fine." She looked back at her sword for comfort, "But you're asking me too many questions. It's impossible for me to remember, honestly Onion, you need to respect my boundaries." She crossed her arms and huffed, getting defensive with him due to her lack of own memory. Truthfully, she didn't care about stuff like boundaries and manners, but she liked to talk about them to make her seem more lady-like and less boring. It gave her some kind of personality, it made Bonnie, Bonnie.

Orion Prima

Pushing herself up off the ground, she'd huff and walk over to an empty stool. Sitting down on it quite slowly, she'd cross her legs and lift her garments up slightly as to not crease it when she sat. For someone in heavy armour, she really carried herself with a lot of elegance and a lady-like manner.

"A good arm? To give to a man?" She looked down at it, confused. "I have to chop it off to make men happy?"

Then she was asked to start a new game, of something she had never done before. The only trouble was, she couldn't really remember anything. When she tried to think back, her mind went blank and she froze up with a gormless expression on her face.

Bonnie.exe has stopped working.

Quince Haven II Notorious B.I.G. Orion Prima  

At this rate, Bonnie would slowly recover her own health at a rate that outdid the amount of damage Orion was dealing to her. Though then again, he was just using a sword, and she was using magic. But, it was her sword's magic, and they had agreed to just use their swords.

The ominous red glow pulsated more and more, Orion's blood now dripping from the blade as it also curled up around Bonnie's arm, and mending her own wounds.

"Well, you can use some magic. I just said not too much." She'd wink, and stick her tongue out at him before holding the sword up by her head, bending her knees and bracing for an incoming attack. She had taken all the steps to avoid it, but her skill just wasn't good enough. The speed that he came at her with was immense, cracking the earth below him as wind rushed around his body.

The katana was held differently than before, and Bonnie would quickly change her footing to prepare for the attack. But as she did so, she stupidly tripped and began to fall, leaving her wide open. Not only did the katana slice across her chest, dealing immense damage, but it sent her flying back with such force that she slammed into the gym's wall. It cracked against the impact, denting it as she was now suspended halfway up the wall.

Dazed and injured, all she could do was let out a meagre whine as her eyes began to close.

Orion Prima

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HP: 5/100 | MP: 75/100

SPOILER: Click to show

ATK: 26
DEF: 0
AC: 10 
HEAL: 00
STAM: 5
Level: 01

MAGIC. holder: heart-eater sword.

Defense
Attack 1. Hit 
Attack 2. Hit or miss.
Damage received: lots! big oof
Conditions: #

Offense
Standard Action. .
— Attack Roll:
— Condition Roll: 
Bonus Action. 
— Effect: ##
Potential damage:

MP used: 00
MP regenerated: 10 

Inventory
Heart-Eater Sword (T1 Holder).

The Evangels

Over 100 years ago, before the calamity, there was an order known as The Evangels. It wasn't a well known group, and was quite secretive in its workings, but it was created to help keep balance in the world. The group composes entirely of women, and most members would have been orphaned children who were raised within the order's main churches. The young girls would be trained in many ways, learning how to fight and use magic and whatever skill would be useful in keeping them alive and protecting others. 

All of this work poured into the members was to prepare them, to make sure they'd be able to survive the doomsday and return to society with a sharp blade and sharper mind. Unfortunately, that wouldn't be the case. 

Each member of The Evangels would be protected and preserved somehow, put to sleep for many years during the Calamity and after it as well. They were all meant to wake up together, sisters in battle, to help return Earthland to its former glory and protect those who need protecting. But somewhere along the way of this magical preservation, it had messed with their memories, power, and time of awakening. 

The members wake up confused, with no proper memory of The Evangels or their purpose. They wake up at different times, in places they had not originally been put to rest. And they lack the great power they acquired over 100 years ago. They are fragments of their former glory, but still have the chance of regaining it all back over time. 

Bonnie is a member of this order, and she too lacks memories or the power she once had. All Evangels will wake up in armour and with some kind of artefact they had all that time ago. Despite waking up in a new world, they still have a calm mind and no worry for why they don't remember things. 

Even if some evangels were to reunite, they will not remember anything about one another for now, not until the plot develops further and they gain more power. 

OOC

The name could change tbh, just needed something to put down for now!

Having a character be part of this is easy, you could make a new one or just use an existing one, which would be easy to integrate into the plot because they don't actually remember the order anyway. If they have memories of a family and other life growing up, that could just be the preservation magic playing tricks on them to make it seem like they were alive in this era, when they're in fact memories from before the Calamity. 

All members must be feminine just to make this group even more edgy™️.

I was inspired by religion and knights, lots of holy stuff etc. If we could keep that theme going, it would be awesome. They were all trained to be knights and powerful warriors, which could continue to be the case if you wish or they might choose a different path. I know Bonnie has no memory of being a knight, but she still likes to wear armour and use her sword. 

Magic type is up to you, but it could be interesting if each person has a different type of weapon. Maybe gifted to them by the higher-ups of The Evangels. 

Let me know if you have questions or want to make a member!!