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A miss, she ended up overextending as Orion ducked out the way and she stumbled forwards. It really had been a while since she had engaged in a sword fight, or any fight in fact. Gritting her teeth, she prepared herself for the next attack.

Wide open, Bonnie was hit with another attack. It cut across her back and she let out another yelp from the pain. Though this time, would plant her foot down firmly and pivot with a backslash of the same attack. The old blade glowing red as it cut through the air, hoping to strike down across his chest.

Orion Prima

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HP: 56/100 | MP: 80/100

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: 22
Conditions: #

Offense
Standard Action. Leech Attack.
— Attack Roll: DzJHQpEj + 13
— Condition Roll: 
Bonus Action. 
— Effect: ##
Potential damage: 50 + 4 = 54 

MP used: 15
MP regenerated: 05 

Inventory
Heart-Eater Sword (T1 Holder).

This fruit was not tasty, not at all. She didn't understand why people ate it, did she just get the bad slice of the batch? Either way, she eventually managed to swallow it, and her stomach was beginning to rumble in protest.

"Ghost stories!" Bonnie screamed suddenly, her eyes lighting up as she slammed her hands excitedly on a table and jumped up like a child. "Yes, I know some!"

She ran over to where everyone was and sat down on the floor by the coffee table. "I haven't told one in a while, so I might be a bit rusty." She'd smile sweetly, clearing her throat before taking a much more serious expression. This might be a long one.

"There used to be a young girl, Anna, seven, who was the daughter of a carpenter and a seamstress. They had this gorgeous wooden house by the river, and she'd always play down there when she got the chance.

One day, when she was playing, she spotted a woman swimming under the bridge. It was too far to get a good look at her, but Anna would always tell her parents each time. But they saw nothing, it was just an imaginary, something to keep Anna from going bored. It happened for a week, each time, the woman would get closer and closer, her face was covered by her long dark hair but she could always make out the eyes. Grey and glinting in the light, and always staring at Anna. Always.

One day though, she wasn't there. She waited all day to see if the woman would come down, but Anna saw nothing. Not even the muddy footprints leading up to her house, across the floorboards, up the stairs, towards her bedroom, tucked in the corner.

It was night, and the distinctive sound of a rocking horse could be heard throughout the whole house. It was loud and aggressive, rocking so far each time it could have almost toppled over. But Anna was not on it. She was in bed, sheets held up tight to her face as she watched someone play on her rocking horse. In the dark corner of the room, a large figure sat there hunched over it, not saying anything, just staring at her with two silver eyes. It was the woman from the river, rocking back and forth and staring at Anna as she did so."

Bonnie took a deep breath, looking around the room to see a few other members listening in.

"'Anna!'" She shouted, slamming the table as she did so. "Her mum swung open the door, and the toy horse abruptly stopped rocking. 'It's too late to be playing with your toys.' She said, oblivious to the muddy woman in the room.

'It's not me. It's the lady from the river.' Anna held a finger up, pointing at the corner of the room. Yet when her mum looked, she saw nothing.

'There's nothing there, sweetheart.' She sighed, walking over to the bed and sitting behind the girl.

But there was something, Anna was staring at her, and the woman was staring back. Silently watching beneath her brown and knotted hair. If she listened close enough, she could hear her breathing, a shallow and raspy noise.

Anna's mum was still sat there, hushing her as Anna began to cry silently. She stroked her head, running her fingers through the girls hair. 'There, there. She isn't real. Just try and go to sleep.'

Anna looked up to her mum, her crying stopped when she saw her kind eyes and gentle smile. Her golden hair hanging in front of her face ever so slightly as she kissed Anna on the forehead. Smiling, the young girl turned around again and looked across the room, the woman on the horse had stopped staring at her, but there was something odd. She had slumped over the rocking horse, her head hanging down to the ground and her hands also laying there. It was like she was asleep, but she looked different too.

She wasn't as muddy, and her hair? Golden, not brown like before."

Bonnie then started to make strange breathing noises, a weird croak and groan as she dug her nails into the table slightly.

"'It's cold' Anna thought, her clothes suddenly felt damp. Her body tensed up, she could hardly move as fear crept through her bones. Her breathing got quicker, and she wanted to scream at the realisation of who the woman was on her rocking horse.

Too scared to turn her head, she glanced down to her shoulder, a drop of mud landing on her. Then another, then another. She heard a raspy breath close to her ear, so close she could feel the warmth of it on her bare skin.

'M- Mummy?'"

Bonnie would wait a second, leaning forwards and looking around at everyone, making eye contact with people as she built up the suspense.

And then, Bonnie screamed. As loud as she could, in the hopes it would scare everyone shitless.


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

cant believe i just wrote a novel

"Yes, I can!" She snapped back, slamming down a pouch of jewels on the table and grabbing a handful of the herbs before putting it in a wicker basket she was carrying. Her face was all red and her cheeks had puffed up, there was a mixture of fierce determination and worry in her eyes, but she was going to see this through.

"First of all, I'm a woman. And my name is Bonnie." Flicking her hair back, she'd step away from the stall slightly to arrange her basket of goods. Inside were the poisonous herbs she just bought, a small bread roll, a dead beetle, odd socks and some ribbons. It was quite visible to anyone nearby, the strange armoured woman fiddling about with the most peculiar bits'n'bobs that she had acquired.

"I'm shopping?" She would reply, "Never know what I want until I see it, and I wanted those herbs. So I bought it."

That's when it hit her, the sudden realisation that she just spent the last of her months wages on poisonous herbs. And there was still a week left until the guild gave her some sort of allowance. Of course, she could go out and do a mission, but that was too stressful and she didn't like scary monsters or working hard.

Vasili Tezzeret

Staring even harder at the stall now, her brain had become jumble of confusing thoughts and facts about poisonous plants. She did her best to remember everything she knew about tea and herbs, but it just made her head hurt even more. If it were possible, there would be steam escaping out her ears.

"I... Do have a brain." She confirmed, tapping her head and frowning. "I think with it every day."

Being completely serious, she crossed her arms and watched as the stranger started giving her a lecture on all the different plants. She literally got up to hearing about the red clover before her mind switched off, her mouth suddenly agape and drooling as she imagined herself eating cake. Bonnie pictured herself on a large open field, with the sun shining down on her as she lay on a blanket, tea set arranged and sweet treats stacked as high as the sky.

"you followin' me? there's a few more over he--"

Bonnie suddenly snapped back into reality, wiping away the drool from her mouth and glancing around, as if she had been thrust into a new world and had no idea where she was. "I- Uh, yes. Woman leaf, Bee bums. Got it!"

In all honesty, she was annoyed that someone had made her out to be silly and was now telling her about one of her favourite hobbies - tea making. Getting all red and huffy, she would abruptly point at the poisonous brambles and herbs before shouting.

"I want these ones!"

Vasili Tezzeret

Feeling very on the spot, she had definitely tried to retreat further back into the comfy chair. There were so many eyes on her, all annoyed and perhaps even angry at her. She had stopped cleaning her sword, and her knees were slightly raised to hide herself. Before anyone else had a dig at her, Orion would wander over towards her. 

"I have enough money." She pouted, though that was definitely not the case. "And nope, not a requip mage. I just use this sword."

Bonnie held it up, an ugly looking thing with a few strips of cloth wrapped around the base of the blade. It didn't match the rest of her appearance at all, not when it was dark and rusted, quite a Gothic-looking weapon in fact. It was her pride and joy, and something she would cherish forever. Her memory was always hazy, but she knew this was something that she had had for many years, almost like a dear friend. 

"I think I prefer swords to ka- katan..." Bonnie forgot how to pronounce it, "...Your sword." 

Orion Prima

"What?" Bonnie replied quickly, spinning on her heel and staring directly into the man's eyes. She did not mean it in a hostile way, her expression was still quite soft and neutral, her eyes wide with worry and confusion. Yes, she was definitely broken in some regard. 

"Oh." She turned back around to face the stall, then looked up at the merchant who was still nervously shuffling around. "Did you ask me something?"

At this point, the merchant just shook his head. Bonnie was far from intimidating, but there was something about the lack of life in her eyes and tenseness in her movement that made it seem that way. She was like a frightened deer that could just as easily lash out if someone made any sudden movements. 

This lasted a little too long, making the air quite uncomfortable. It was like her brain took ten times longer to process everything around her, a constant delay in reactions. Suddenly, she smiled and clapped her hands, making everyone nearby jump. 

"Ah! Sorry! I was just wondering," She suddenly took a very confident pose, hand on waist and lips pouting as she pointed to the fruit and herbs. "Do you think the pink fluffy leaf would taste nicer in a tea, or the orange brambles?"

Finally, the merchant took a few steps forwards, his eyebrows furrowed. "M- Ma'am, that's poison."

"Oh."

Vasili Tezzeret

Bonnie had been wandering around the guild aimlessly, gawking at piece of furniture and cat themed decorations. She barely said anything, but instead made confused sounds and high pitched squeaks as she prodded at rugs, scratch poles and picture frames. A few gave her some odd looks, but at this point, it was such a common sight to see the armoured warrior act oddly and space out over something completely irrelevant. 

With a hand rested on the hilt of her blade, she'd next march over to the kitchen, her armour making slight clinks as she moved. "Oh, what are you making? Is it fish?" She would ask, staring intently at the watermelon as Koji cut it up. She knew very well that watermelon was not a type of fish, but the words still slipped out of her mouth anyway. It did take her a moment or two to realise this, however. 

"Oh, wait. That's a... A watermelon. Yes." She leaned in, giving it a quick sniff, "Is it poisonous?" 

Quince Haven II