“ It feels mystical, similar to that of my esteemed self. ”

Well, that marks the end of the tour. A shame that some won't remember it.

“ Oh, ringing? ”

She perks up, black pigtails bouncing with her movement.

“ Give it some time and it will fade out, others have had it worse. There isn't too much I can do about the effects of my esteemed self, you see. ”

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There's low and fuzzy crackling noises building up in the area's ambience, similar to radio static and white noise. It was only getting incrementally louder by the second, the longer they conversed.

“ You possess aura of a fighter... What is it that you strive for? ”

Asked Gilzea, her voice raspy and low in pitch.

#SmileSunday? It may not be special coming from one who smiles as much as her esteemed self does, but she couldn't possibly let the occasion pass.

She looks nothing like the average person, so that was one thing. . . But pretty? Not often does she hear that compliment — although it is from someone who is clueless to her existence.

“ So you're a "Chainsaw Hero" of sorts. I deem myself a <𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵>. ”

“ The pleasure is mutual, young man. ”

“ With certainty. Any other questions? ”

// Saying this just in case I do happen to write any fights with Gilzea:

If you want that whack ass causality magic (that hasn't even been fully explained yet) to not be involved or be a little less bullshitty, just let me know. We write for fun here, not frustration.

“ Duty called at a bad time, I imagine. ”

With her usual eerie smile, she looked towards the chainsaw-wielding man as her Twin Fangs came to a sudden halt, sending any remaining blood on them to splat on the ground behind her.

The blades then returned to floating at her sides.

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“ That is the color of the sky, yes. ”

The air grows cold. A bird above staggers in flight, before continuing on with reduced vigor.

Her presence then finally makes itself known beside him. Soundless, pitch-black eyes looking up. How long had she been there, or even around?

“ I prefer purple. ”

Waves crash against rock as a woman in black stands at the edge of a cliff, looking across the ocean and the skies above. She's heard great things about these parts from some locals; a wealth of possibility, teeming with chaos.

Time to see what that's about.

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“ 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵,
𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚. ”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡, 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐚.

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