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Rubbing her eyes and forehead.

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🔄 to spread

Both to plot

#openrp / #mvrp

Closing some of the tears. It's slow, though.

She lands facedown, but quickly clings to Hava.

"Please... I don't wanna hurt everyone again."

"They're back... and they can hurt us."

She sniffles, starting to tear up and sob.

She's... stunned.

Fubuki is sitting on her knees.

Animating some of the children's toys.

Staring at Hava.

What a truly sick individual, but it isn't her place to interfere.

Fubuki is relatively in the same power group as Ezra/Ryuujou.

Of course, Valeria and Mayla are leagues above that, and Delilah is even more.

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"Younger" Fubuki

// you good bro, dw about it

The Burnt are just The Abyssals, Fubuki merely had a different name for them.

welcome to the descent, motherfucker

"The Burnt have returned, though. So maybe I'll get to see my friends again."

Fubuki raises her arm, pointing to a visible nearby planet.

"They showed up there, but there are a couple energy signatures that dwarf mine, so I haven't approached yet."

"When I flash-murdered my sisters and The Burnt, I essentially broke all of its toys."

She powers down, her closed eyes giving away her smile.

"It made me immortal, and now it hurts to open my eyes. I can't see the world anymore without pain."

"The thing that made us granted us immense potential."

Though, nobody has met the creator of the Fleet Girls, only suffered under its desire for war.

"I call it an Ascension. Hava would call me Super Fubuki."

hair is a brilliant golden-yellow.

"I feel different when I'm like this. Makes me glad that I can't use my special powers."

Fubuki opens her eyes, showing off their radiant green color. She puts her pointer finger to her temple.

The Destroyer's signature erupts, and she emits a flash of golden light that blows all the clouds away and flattens the grass. When it clears, her eyes are shut again, but her-

"We look a lot like people, don't we?"

Fubuki giggles a bit, refocusing.

"I can do something that most humans can't, though."

"Being a human sounds interesting... You guys have organs and a brain."

Fubuki pats on her belly.

"My people are all just liquid on the inside."

"You seem to evolve quickly, what are you? If I may ask, of course."

The Fleet Girl smiles.

"I'd love to see that."

"She's very wrathful, I don't seek to emulate such a trait."

Fubuki has witnessed atrocious violations at her partner's hands.

"I've never even seen her react to getting hit, besides when I get her."

"I'm scared, now."

The destroyer laughs slightly, her hands shaking. Fubuki straightens herself, though.

"I want to be like her... She's so confident and steady."

"I made myself the last of my people."

Fubuki doesn’t take offense to his statement, but she does elaborate.

"So many of them were good... They didn't deserve to go."

"I've made a few too many mistakes to be competent, I've reached the point of giving up a few times. I don't know how other people do it."

"I can't control myself..."

She holds her fingers together, then stands neutrally again.

"That's why I meditate all the time."

"I'm disgustingly weak."

Her closed eyes leak for a moment, but she sucks it up.

"I failed a long time ago, and haven't made up for it."

"Good. I would like to see her take some damage from someone else."

She smiles, tilting her head slightly.

"I'm not much of a fighter... I'm a mistake."