Luciel wasn't too far off, just
around the other side of the house, leaning against the wall and
crying. "I'm horrible... I... I've killed so many people... So many
friends... And... and her..." He sniffed, whimpering quietly. "I
don't remember anything... Just being with them, happy, and then...
corpses...and blood..." He was shaking, barely keeping it together.
He was severely stressed, both by his memory and his
separation.
*the skitmin followed behind Glich, preparing another Beam
attack*
Glich:grrk! Damn this low hp I have... *sniff*
*you continued to limp towards Luciel until a beam hits you from
the back. Causing you fall unconscious*
Glich:...
*the skitmin ran off*
He didn't notice what happened,
having his face covered with his arms. He felt exhausted, sad,
angry. He was a turmoil of emotions. He was beginning to feel sick,
developing a slight pain in his stomach.
He closed his eyes, trying to soothe himself with better memories,
but no matter what or who he thought of, he always ended up
remembering what he did to them, which only worsened his
mood...
*K tp to Luciel, dropping his sword in front of him*
KID:just take it.. sorry that I... hid... it..
*you look around until you spotted a black figure on the
ground*
KID:... come on Luciel... it’s not your fault..
"But... I did it... I'm the one
who... killed them." He said, looking up slightly. He sniffed and
took his sword, shivering a bit at the feeling of having it back.
He sheathed it and got up, brushing off dirt and grass from his
pants. "I can't forgive myself... I've... I've hurt so many
people..." He said, looking down at the grass.
*you look down then back up*
KID:yet... we can forgive you.... you.. aren’t the... only one
who.. hurt.. or killed others.. I did.. my fair share of killing..
couldn’t be stopped..
*you look at the figure again, they aren’t moving*
KID:...? Anyways, we can... talk about it.. if ya want that
is...
*you continue to glance at the figure on the ground*
He nodded solemnly. "I'm not
sure if talking will help... but I could give it a try." He said
softly, his demeanor changing a bit. He seemed a little sadder
overall but not depressed. Just more... put out.
KID:... well.. Glich Finally finished Bracket 7, it somewhat stung
when they clamped it onto my leg. Maybe that can help you from
your.. desire to hurt others..:
*you look back again, still isn’t moving*
KID:...?....! Wait... *you tried squinting your eyes, trying to see
better*
"Ah... Maybe." He said, rubbing
his arm a bit. "What is it?" He asked, noticing that you were
staring at something. He followed your eyes and saw the figure as
well. "Is... is that-" He couldn't bring himself to finish the
thought, heading over to kneel by their side.
*you ran over there aswell, on closer expectation you noticed that
it’s someone familiar*
KID:G-Glich!? W-what happened? *you put your paw onto Glich’s head*
she’s burning up.... she was... fine moments... ago.. I don’t
know... what happened...
*while the two are looking at Glich, the skitmin is watching,
behind the bush. As if, it was planning for another attack on
Glich*
"I don't know what happened..."
Luciel said, looking around for any sort of explanation. When he
didn't see anything immediate he began to get up. "Where's that
cat?" he asked, suddenly having an idea. "When I... After I killed
Time there was a cat with me, it wanted to blast down the door when
you were knocking." He explained.
KID:a cat..? Hmm.. that explains the blast that hitted Glich
before..
*Glich started to breathe heavily as she continued to burn up*
KID:we gotta get her inside quick *you glance a little eye shadow
near a bush*....?
"You're right. Go hold the door
open, I'll carry her inside." He instructed, putting an arm under
her back and the other underneath her legs, hoisting her up. He was
worried but also determined not to lose another friend.
"Hurry up, there's no telling where it could be..." He added, a
slight growl in his voice as he looked around.
*KID ran into Glich’s room and grab the Bracket*
KID:if it works on me, should work on him too...
*You started to run back to the living room, Glich was still
breathing heavily, their cheeks started to turn fadedly red*
He got a bowl and a rag, coming
back and seeing you with the bracelet. He felt a twinge of anger,
the curse making his feel uneasy about it. He set the bowl down and
wet the rag, making sure to sit in a way that would make it
difficult for you to put it on easily. As he placed the damp rag on
Glich's forehead he spoke.
"Look... I know that after what I've done it seems necessary. But
if you put that on me I won't be able to fight as well if I need
to." he said, glancing over at you. He shuddered a bit as the curse
influenced him a bit, providing some helpful memories. "W̸h̵e̴n̵
̶I̴ ̸f̸o̷u̶n̶d̶ ̴t̵h̴a̶t̵ ̵c̴a̸t̶ ̵i̵n̷ ̸t̸h̸e̸ ̴w̸o̵o̸d̶s̴ ̶w̷e̸
̵f̵o̶u̶g̴h̵t̶.̴ ̷I̸t̶ ̴w̸a̴s̴n̶'̵t̴ ̶e̸a̷s̸y̵ ̵a̵n̷d̶ ̷I̶
̴w̵o̴u̵l̴d̷ ̸h̷a̶v̷e̵ ̶l̷o̵s̵t̸ ̴i̸f̶ ̷I̵ ̴d̵i̴d̷n̸'̶t̴ ̵h̶a̵v̶e̵
̶f̷u̷l̷l̷ ̷u̶s̴e̵ ̶o̴f̴ ̴m̷y̵ ̵m̷a̴g̴i̶c̵.̸ ̷A̷n̴d̵ ̸e̴v̸e̷n̵
̸t̴h̴e̷n̵ ̸i̶t̷ ̵h̸a̶d̴ ̷m̷a̷n̴a̴g̴e̶d̶ ̶t̷o̴ ̴d̸i̶s̴p̶e̸l̵ ̴i̸t̷
̶w̵i̷t̴h̸ ̶o̴n̵e̵ ̸a̸t̴t̸a̵c̶k̴.̶ ̶S̶o̸ ̴r̴i̸g̶h̷t̸ ̵n̶o̶w̷ ̷w̸e̶
̶n̵e̷e̴d̸ ̴a̴l̴l̸ ̷t̴h̴e̴ ̷f̴i̶r̶e̸p̶o̵w̶e̵r̷ ̷w̴e̸ ̵c̵a̸n̴ ̴g̷e̵t̴
̷t̸o̷ ̷m̸a̵k̴e̶ ̵s̴u̵r̴e̸ ̵w̷e̸ ̴c̸a̸n̴ ̷d̸e̶f̸e̵n̸d̶
̸a̵g̴a̶i̷n̶s̶t̶ ̶i̵t̸.̷" He said, his voice changing to sound a bit
more rough or battle-ready, even though he was still being gentle
and trying to take care of Glich.
*KID just stared and put away the Bracket into the pocket*
KID:alright.. I won’t force it on you..
*Glich breathing started to slow down, the right side of the face
was covered in a black liquid like substance. At one point you can
hear them calling your name but nothing else have been said*
*the skitmin ran between bush to bush to find a good spot to
blast*
what I say? They can copy the owners
personality and sticks with it
He nodded, carefully wiping
away the liquid and doing what he could to cool them down. He
didn't say much, either because there wasn't much to say, or
because he was thinking. Either one was a little worrysome...
He focused on ensuring that Glich was cooling off and that too much
ooze wasn't covering them. It was odd to see him be so caring,
especially after having so many fights and finding out that just
earlier he had ended a life.
*Glich’s breathing have finally calmed down, but their cheeks are
still red as they started to cool down. But no matter how much you
clean the ooze away, it comes back. You heard them calling your
name again but said nothing after that*
KID:...? *you look at Glich’s cape... it seems burnt.*