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Diva (indigo_aria) wrote in marinasylum,
@ 2012-06-13 21:41:00

Entry tags:

:action, atsuro kihara, conrad weller, diva, hei, miranda lotto, saya otonashi

[ action | voice ]
[ Something had happened a few days ago. Something had snapped. She felt free and a Diva should never, ever, hold her self back. What she wanted, she took. What she needed, she grasped.

This… politeness was done for.

So she simply ignored the network and the disgusting display of animal love and showed up on Miranda's doorstep. It's a shame she's not there, however, and it's a shame she had to break down the door. Her temper simply isn't the best today. Flicking through Miranda's things, she idly turned on the voice option, speaking… ]

You're not here; are you hiding? I had so much I wanted to say… But if it's a game you want, I'll play. It won't take me long. [ she laughed and cut the feed, snatching up a fluttering scarf from the dresser. It's time to go a hunting! ]

((ooc: Feel free to hit her up in action before she makes it to Miranda's apartment or answer her voice post directly. Everything after that is limited to the scripted parties. As previously discussed. If there's something you want to do or see before the end, please hit up my HMD or private plurk me. This is the end game for Diva. Thank-you everyone!))

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indigo_aria
2012-06-18 12:17 am UTC (link)

[ Diva shifted her grip, holding higher on the hilt then she usually would as she cut her plam along the blade. Conrad's sword was made for an expert and heavier then her slim frame, but she was also stronger then she looked. She could manage it.

With a cruel twist of her lips, Diva meet Saya's leap, smashing the sword in mid air as she twisted, parting just as Saya's blade sheared a few strands of her hair. She would do better on the next strike. Diva had always been a quick learner.

Spinning, she readied herself, flexing her knees for another leap, another race across the ruined path. She was savoring this. ]

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crimson_blade
2012-06-18 04:58 pm UTC (link)

[Somehow, Saya hears herself think that if things had been different, she might have liked sparring with Diva. A flash of a forgotten memory hits her hard, Joel's estate with the sun beaming down. The perfect spot for them to play, fence, have picnics. If things had been different.]

[She can't afford to let it slow her down. Saya hits the ground at a crouch, coiled to spring forward again, giving Diva not a moment to set her stance. She cut her palm again to infuse the blade in the split second before leaping, leaving three red droplets on the concrete.]

[She aims for the elbow of Diva's free arm. Just one little cut.]

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indigo_aria
2012-06-19 01:48 am UTC (link)

[ and yet Saya still blamed Diva for all the bad things in her life. Look closer to home. Look to that precious father of hers. It had all been a lie... And Diva locked up in the tower, alone.

Her blade slips, dipping slightly as Diva's a fraction to slow in gaining her purchase, in pushing back. Her blade is unsullied, however, the blood flicked off the shear blade. It wasn't designed to hold and Diva had no desire to kill. She still didn't have what she wanted. But that doesn't stop her from wanting to maim or the mad light in Diva's eyes as she threw herself forward, reckless.

She felt alive in that moment, as only truth death can do.

Saya's blade strikes home, nicking her arm as Diva shoulders that blade aside, aiming to impale Saya's shoulder on the tip of Conrad's blade. A blood droplet seeps into the open wound, slow, methodical, stealthily chipping away at her life force.

Diva should have been more careful. It's a shame that she wasn't. ]

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crimson_blade
2012-06-19 06:23 pm UTC (link)

[Saya's sleeve tears beneath Diva's blade, the skin beneath it scored red. Staggering back is a reflex but one she wastes little time indulging, lunging forward to swing at Diva's exposed flank.]

[Until today that swing would have been less forceful, just slightly off target, uncertain. But the memory of nearly losing control, the free-falling sensation of being out of time, won't let Saya pretend any more. Whatever ambivalence she feels is shoved beneath the one belief that keeps her pressing the attack, again and again: that she has to end this at last.]

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indigo_aria
2012-06-22 01:33 am UTC (link)

[ Diva's breath hitched, as Saya's attacks pressed, driving her backward as her fingers slowly went numb beneath the onslaught, against the ebbing tide of her blood.

She was dying and she knew it the instant her breath caught in her throat, the muscle to rigid to keep on breathing without a fight. She fell, then, spreading her arms wide in one last embrace. Kill her; She's done for.

Just let her... Just let her have this last moment. With her. Her dearest sister. Her Saya... ]

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crimson_blade
2012-06-24 03:48 am UTC (link)

[Saya doesn't recognize what Diva's done until it's too late. Her sword flashes and connects, bright red spattering her hands and clothes.]

[A clatter sounds as her sword falls from numb fingers, wide eyes taking in the change creeping over Diva's body from where Saya cut her. A strange sinking finality that words would fail to explain falls over Saya in a hush, time grinding to a halt.]

[...If only it were so easy for Saya to leave this place.]

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indigo_aria
2012-06-26 02:42 pm UTC (link)

[ Diva's fingers clench around the blade, cutting bone deep as Saya pulls it back out, dropping the blade, letting it fall.

It's a shame.

That was Saya's one last chance to die with her, if she had taken it. But the blood is already turning to silvery dust and Diva's breath is coming short as she stumbles back a step. Her smile is sweet as she looks to Saya. Thank-you is shining in her eyes, but her lips... No, they twist into a grimace as her body bends with pain. It is not easy, this transformation into dust. But there was something, something she had to do...

Ah yes. It's... ]

Saya... [ farewell, sister. Farewell... ]

[ And then she falls. ]

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