Anastasia K. Leonheart (
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genessia2017-04-07 01:03 am
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[Closed Action] Losing Confiance, ft. Ragyo
[The time had come and she made her choice. Anastasia departs from Satsuki's home carrying her small sword, Confiance, to a remote open space somewhere in Nova City. It was difficult to find, but at least the space was big enough and had the right elements to suit her purpose. Just a big, open space with a large rock bigger than she was. A rock like this, or any rock for that matter, is not suitable for training with a sword. So that only means one thing.
Anastasia plans to destroy her sword.
Drawing it from it's scabbard, the girl looked at it with loathing. Struggling to understand in her mind how someone as nice as Terra could be involved with something so unspeakably evil? To Anastasia, the sword was tainted, and she'll be damned if she corrupts herself wielding such a object. She approaches the rock and raised Confiance in both hands, bringing it down with all the force her little arms can muster and the training she got from Satsuki. A loud clang and a flash of sparks, but the sword remains intact.
With a yell and another strike leads to another loud clang and a flurry of sparks. She winces each time at the sparks, but she repeats as often as her stamina can carry her until the blade slips into a crack in the rock. Now the sword was stuck and she lacks the strength to pull it out. She gave up and backed off, tired from using up so much of her stamina to try to break the thing. She has no other choice then.
With an upright posture, her heels together and hands close together in front of her, she channels the natural mana that flows through the air, weaving purple wispy ribbons together which condensed into lightning. She looks to be in pain as she holds it until it was ready, then, she thrusts her arms into the air. A small bolt of lightning strikes Confiance still jammed in the rock, creating a electrical beacon for a second, larger bolt of lightning to strike immediately after.
The sword remains intact.
Lightning magic is hard for her to use, her celestial anti-element drains a lot of her own mana. But she resumed her pose to try again, weaving yellow ribbons. She thrusts her arms into the air once more, stones rip from the ground into the air above Confiance and merge to form a large rock, then fall onto the sword. The new rock shattered and did nothing more but shove the sword deeper into the rock.
Anastasia was at her limit now, but she wanted this sword destroyed. Another anti-element will harm her and another neutral element will do nothing, so she is left to try a positive element. She resumed her posture once again, weaving together white-blue ribbons. This was a natural element for her, easy to use, but this is a higher ranked spell than her previous two. She thrusts her arms forward, and the sword and rock together were consumed by a large magic sphere, with large, sharp stones of ice swirling around inside with howling speeds. Anastasia tried to keep up the spell for as long as she can, but it only took a few seconds for her vision to blur and her mind began to swim. Her focus was lost and the spell ended, revealing a still undamaged sword.
Anastasia staggered and simply toppled over onto her side, hitting the ground with a light thud. She could hear footsteps approaching as she slowly slipped out of consciousness.]
Anastasia plans to destroy her sword.
Drawing it from it's scabbard, the girl looked at it with loathing. Struggling to understand in her mind how someone as nice as Terra could be involved with something so unspeakably evil? To Anastasia, the sword was tainted, and she'll be damned if she corrupts herself wielding such a object. She approaches the rock and raised Confiance in both hands, bringing it down with all the force her little arms can muster and the training she got from Satsuki. A loud clang and a flash of sparks, but the sword remains intact.
With a yell and another strike leads to another loud clang and a flurry of sparks. She winces each time at the sparks, but she repeats as often as her stamina can carry her until the blade slips into a crack in the rock. Now the sword was stuck and she lacks the strength to pull it out. She gave up and backed off, tired from using up so much of her stamina to try to break the thing. She has no other choice then.
With an upright posture, her heels together and hands close together in front of her, she channels the natural mana that flows through the air, weaving purple wispy ribbons together which condensed into lightning. She looks to be in pain as she holds it until it was ready, then, she thrusts her arms into the air. A small bolt of lightning strikes Confiance still jammed in the rock, creating a electrical beacon for a second, larger bolt of lightning to strike immediately after.
The sword remains intact.
Lightning magic is hard for her to use, her celestial anti-element drains a lot of her own mana. But she resumed her pose to try again, weaving yellow ribbons. She thrusts her arms into the air once more, stones rip from the ground into the air above Confiance and merge to form a large rock, then fall onto the sword. The new rock shattered and did nothing more but shove the sword deeper into the rock.
Anastasia was at her limit now, but she wanted this sword destroyed. Another anti-element will harm her and another neutral element will do nothing, so she is left to try a positive element. She resumed her posture once again, weaving together white-blue ribbons. This was a natural element for her, easy to use, but this is a higher ranked spell than her previous two. She thrusts her arms forward, and the sword and rock together were consumed by a large magic sphere, with large, sharp stones of ice swirling around inside with howling speeds. Anastasia tried to keep up the spell for as long as she can, but it only took a few seconds for her vision to blur and her mind began to swim. Her focus was lost and the spell ended, revealing a still undamaged sword.
Anastasia staggered and simply toppled over onto her side, hitting the ground with a light thud. She could hear footsteps approaching as she slowly slipped out of consciousness.]

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That left Ragyo alone with the blade embedded in the rock. She pulled it from the crack with relative ease, inspecting the blade and the craftsmanship of it once it was freed. She even gave the blade a couple lazy swings, cutting deep gouges into the rock. It was an impressive blade, and one she was surprised to find near Anastasia.
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"...sas...ki...?"
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Make sure she's comfortable. It wouldn't do to have Satsuki's 'sister' in discomfort now.
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"Who... Who are you...? What do you want with me?"
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My name is Ragyo. I'm Satsuki's mother. We spoke before, remember?
[One maid practically forces a glass of lemonade into Anastasia's hand, urging her to drink.]
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"I... I remember... What do you want with me?"
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I'm glad to see you're coming back to your senses. As for what I want, nothing really. It's not every day you find a sword in a stone with someone passed out next to it in Nova City.
What were you trying to do?
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"That's... That's my sword, Confiance. ...It's tainted, given to me by a traitor."
[A beat...]
"...I'm trying to destroy it before it corrupts me, too."
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[She snaps her fingers, one of the maids coming to her side with the basket of cloth where Ragyo pulls a knitting needle from the basket. Holding the sword under one arm, Ragyo pinches the point of the needle as it seems to elongate and sharpen under her fingers.]
[She takes a few steps forward toward the rock, effortlessly thrusting the point of the blade into the stone before seemingly measuring out the center of the blade with the needle.]
Tell me about the person who gave you the sword. It's certainly not the kind Satsuki would be familiar with. She much prefers her katana.
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"...Her name is Branford. She associated herself with a man to kidnapped and tortured so many people to very slow and agonizing deaths. ...And he broadcasted his torture show live for all to see. ...I don't know how a kind florist can be attracted to a monster like that."
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Humans are very basic creatures, dear. It's hard to say what caused the change. It could be something as simple as fear forcing complacence in exchange for her own safety, or perhaps she was hiding her true nature from the world, biding her time until she thought she could cause the maximum amount of pain and suffering. Hard to say really.
[Ragyo steps to the side of the blade, and with a single palm strike to the end of the needle, sends it through the blade, causing the metal to crack and shatter. She turns, dusting her hands off while one of the maids busies themselves with gathering the shards of metal from the ground.]
There. The blade is gone and shall trouble you no more. How are you feeling otherwise?
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She adjusted her position slightly upon the question.]
"...I'm still feeling a little weak... ...Is the sword really gone? What are going to do with the shards?"
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Simply collecting them for disposal. It wouldn't do for someone to come along and hurt themselves on the shards after all. I will leave my attendants with you until you regain your strength then. They will see to any need you may have. Just ask them and they will comply.
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"You are Satsuki's mother, yes? Why is she wary of you?"
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Wary? That's news to me. I will have to ask her myself.
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"You wanted us to talk, right? I think now is a good time. Why would Satsuki be cautious around you?"
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I honestly have no clue. Though I suppose it would be only natural given the nature of the business world. I am a powerful person in our world, and as such I have acquired a large amount of enemies. I have to be on guard all the time, and I suppose that air must be affecting her.
I will have to have a talk with her about all this...
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She doesn't fully turn her back on Ragyo or her maids as she pulls out her phone...]